I awoke the next morning exhausted (I had been out in the field for a week) to find the day started and the bed empty. I sat up, stunned with sleep still, aware of all that was wrong in my life crammed into the tiny part of my brain still working. While I was still blinking and breathing in to wake up I heard a scrape from the bedroom.

I slid out of bed and walked around to find Erin in the bathroom, seated on the dining room chair she keeps up here, legs splayed, leaning forward applying mascara to her long lashes. Her beautiful long chestnut hair was done and worn up extravagantly, like something out of a 60's romantic comedy. She had a pearl comb in her hair I had brought her back from Korea, and she was dressed like a fantasy.

As Erin leaned intently into the mirror, flicking her lashes with her mascara wand, my eyes traveled over her body. She wore a powder blue bra and panty set, lace and very pretty, with a white garter belt and white stockings. She has white high heel shoes on as well, angled in heel to heel. I stared at her until she finished; she flashed a smile at me.

"Hi honey. You have to get your own breakfast this morning; I need to be at Sarah's in a few minutes."

I stared at her numbly. Her face was perfectly made up; that lustrous hair framing a perfect complexion, large, doe eyes and an expressive mouth done up in red and lip gloss. She took one last look in the mirror and finished dressing; the pearl earrings and necklace that had been my 2d and 3rd anniversary gifts to her.

"I guess its real. I guess...I guess everything is different now."

"Honey," she looked at me with some small pity, "You have to understand how it is. I am a lesbian slut now. I am a whore for Sarah. I guess it was always there lurking and it took the right person to bring the real me out. This is who I am. I am a fuck-doll...that's all I ever will be. I live to worship and be fucked by Sarah. It is what gives meaning to my life. You couldn't understand. You can't know you were always sick until you finally experience health. I never understood how empty I was until I was fulfilled. Being impaled by her for one stroke was more fulfilling than anything previous in my life. It's like, like I am empty without her, but I am physically empty too. My cunt and ass ache for her, I feel this terrible emptiness inside right now, like a void in my soul. That physical emptiness is a metaphor for my spiritual emptiness. Without her I am hollow; with her I am complete. Un-fucked by her I am empty and worthless; when she impales me I'm a star, an angel." Erin looked at me with infinite certainty and patience.

"Yes honey. Everything is different now." I nodded in acquiescence; I don't even know why I had said it. We both knew in our bones who Sarah belonged to. "Honey, Sarah told me to tell you a few things before I left. I am going to be gone a while, maybe a few days. Sarah is having a pussy party at her house to help her move in. She is having some other sluts she owns in the area come and move her in while Sarah relaxes and uses us as she sees fit. They're like me; complete lesbian freaks that can't get enough of hot girls. Sarah explained to me that part of the fun was having a bunch of nympho girl-lovers over dressed like hookers and sluts. I'm going to be wet the whole time I'm there surrounded by other sweet, hot girls, and they will be in the same state I am, eyeing my tits and ass, wondering how sweet my pussy is.

Since Sarah is so proud of me, she is going to break me in. Break me in front of the other sluts. She is going to fuck me up the ass in front of the other girls until I am worn out. Literally. She is going to fuck me until I am unconscious; she said it might take a few days. I mean, she will rest whenever she wants to, and I will stay up drowned in girlflesh, sucking, touching, out of control for other girls. Sarah told me the idea of her taking a restful nap while I am frantically making it with other girls, unable and unwilling to stop, makes her feel good. And, and she showed me her real toys." Here Erin's eyes took on a glazed look, she stood up taller and straighter, just shy of standing at attention. Her voice got low.

"The dildo she used last night to show me what a whore I am is just her 'starter.' She showed me the medium one and the big one. She told me only girls who really love her can take the big one. I thought the starter was big...it's nothing. It's nothing compared to the medium one let alone the big one. She let me hold it last night, heft its weight. She is going to break me on the anvil of her cock. I can't wait. I-I have to go now. She told me to come to her."

Erin stood up and walked past me, intent on her mistress's wishes. As she passed though, my eyes flicked down. Her powder blue panties were dark between her legs, soaked with moisture. I could smell her as she walked past me.

The rest of that week passed bizarrely, but accepted by both of us. She came back two days later, exhausted, with rings under her eyes, a crust around her mouth. I bathed her and put her to bed; by the next day she was chipper again.

I had come home from a regular day on post, cleaning weapons, classes, and admin stuff. When I got home Erin had made a nice meal for us, and we watched some TV and talked. It was almost normal; nothing was normal though, and Sarah even when she wasn't there loomed between us.

That night we settled into bed, my first "normal" night with my wife since we met Sarah. Erin wore a pretty gray cotton shift that came down to mid thigh length. It wasn't super sexy but it was pretty on her. Her hair had been let down; she lay on the bed next to me looking so beautiful. I wanted to touch her but I couldn't, knew it would be fruitless.

"Can I tell you something?" she asked me slyly.

"Sure."

"I thought you might like to hear a story from the other day. I thought maybe you might like to hear some of the things I did with pretty, pretty Sarah and touch yourself." She began to hike up her shift, exposing her white cotton low-rise panties. She began to lightly rub herself through her panties. "You wouldn't believe the things I did...or how hard I got off on Sarah fucking me. God she was beautiful, naked except for her sandals and harness and gorgeous like a queen or a goddess, making us play her silly slut games."

I closed my eyes and saw Sarah, naked and perfect. Her tan body, the white patches over her breasts and pubis, he golden hair tossing as she laughed. I resented her, but she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen; I got turned on just thinking about her. My wife had moved both hands down to her crotch now, rubbing over the white pantied mound; my right hand had started to stroke my hardening dick.

"Honey, you'll never guess who Sarah's newest slut is: Amy from across the street. Master Sergeant Jenkins brought her to the house, begging Sarah to train his daughter to be a perfect lesbian slut. I think Sarah must have talked to him and helped him see how perfect she is. Sarah kept on laughing at him, playing hard to get, and finally agreed to do it.

Bob, Amy got her first taste of pussy sucking Sarah to climax, and her second taste sucking me while Sarah fucked my ass so hard I couldn't make a sound. It was the first fuck of the day, I was still so sore, and she just pumped into me again and again while Amy and I had the hottest sixty-nine." I groaned somewhat then; the idea of Erin getting fucked by Sarah was simultaneously awful but incredibly erotic; it was the most erotic thing I had ever imagined. I stroked harder now; my dick felt like iron rebar. I could see it in my mind: Amy, the pretty 16 year old at the end of the cul-de-sac, Erin on top of her, tete a beche, both noisily sucking away on the other's cunt, infatuated with the idea of being a lesbian. Then Sarah coming up behind Erin and swatting her on the ass, laughing.

As Erin told her story I got more and more exited; my dick felt huge, bursting and swollen.

"I had my face in that young girls pussy, her sweet split peach that was so juicy and wet, feeling her poke her tongue between my legs. I love getting it on with girls, and doing something as hot and nasty as licking out a 16 year old girl while she frantically tried to please me between my legs was incredible. I felt her belly under my breasts, her little breasts under my heaving belly, and oh she loved to lick. She kept on flicking and turning her head to get all my juices. And then I felt Sarah hit me on my ass and I jumped like I had been shocked; it went from being a lesbian slut to performing for my mistress. I moaned, I wiggled my ass and I made sure I put my head back down and burrowed between Amy's legs. Sarah started to push fingers in and out of my cunt, then into my ass to turn me on, then from my ass to Amy's mouth. She kept on trading back and forth between my ass and cunt and that young girls filthy mouth. I think Sarah got three fingers fully up my ass and I was on fire, pushing back, going crazy."

I glanced over at Erin; she had her panties off now, legs up, and her hands working hard on her cunt, one going in and one working her clit. She told me more: Sarah moving on to the "starter" dildo from her fingers, trading between my wife's hungry, desperate asshole and my young neighbor's mouth. She told me that being impaled on Sarah, and having Sarah lean her weight on her ass and back while that girl licked up from below was just the most beautiful thing...I spasmed as cum shot out of me; spraying my chest and belly. As I came, Erin's narrative trailed off. She was lost in memory; she came quietly but hard; I could see her cunt in the half-light spasm around her hand. We both cleaned up our spend with our tongues, Erin smiled at me and then rolled over to sleep.

I became used to insane interruptions into what had been a sensical life. Sarah had not been back to our house yet; Erin had been summoned to her several times when on Saturday our doorbell rang; Amy at the door.

She was a lithe young girl with medium length black hair. Her father was a mutt American; her mother Japanese. Amy was very attractive, with that beauty between blends of ethnicity that brings out the best from both sides. She had a pleasing, somewhat western face (to my eyes at least), with black silk for hair, epicanthic folds to her eyes and the willowy grace of an easterner. I opened the door to find her standing before me; hands clasped; she bowed briefly and then begged my pardon, but was Miss Erin available?

She had been changed. Amy was a typical American teen; from what I had seen of her a bit of a wise ass, dressed like a hooker (like all teenage girls), and colloquial in her speech. Her she was now in a cotton dress, pumps and as polite as a server in a four star restaurant.

Her face broke into a smile, I turned to see that Erin had come up behind me. Amy ran to her; they hugged as lovers do, that young body molded to Erin's long drink of water. Erin bent down to kiss her, holding Amy's face in her hands. They gave each other passionate, open-mouthed kisses, this ingenue and my wife, and then their hand went lower. Amy lifted Erin's skirt and fumbled at her panties while Erin adroitly slid her hands under Amy's dress. They kept the kiss going, hips starting to gyrate some as each began to seriously feel the other up. Erin brought a hand up and broke the kiss; she began to feed Amy her own pussy juice, alternating hands. Amy licked at Erin's hands like an addict; her body vibrated with intensity.

"Something wrong little girl? You seem awfully eager." Amy looked up at Erin's teasing face and said,

"Oh please Miss Erin, please let me suckle. Mistress Sarah has gone Chapel Hill for the weekend; I have no one to serve or suckle from." Her face was twisted in need; her tongue peeked out moment by moment to lick her lips. "I need so, I need...you know how much I need." She dropped slowly to her knees, leaned forward with her face an inch from Erin's skirt, staring at Erin's mound, now covered. "You know what Mistress Sarah told me, what she helped me learn about myself. I can't be trusted by myself; I can't touch myself because I am such a little play-with-myself. But I need to suck and serve; I'm an addict and it hurts."

"Is this what you want, Amy?" Erin slowly lifted her skirt up; she wore french-cut panties; lavender satin that looked beautiful on her. Amy stared at Erin's pubis; her lips parted and her tongue poked out for a moment in an unconscious gesture. "Amy, I do know how you need. I just like to tease you a bit; you are such a slut for it. Go ahead honey and suck me; it isn't your first time after all."

Amy looked up briefly with weak relief, and then lowered her gaze to her obsession. Slow hands reached up; she took hold of the thin material on each side of Erin's panties. Amy pulled, exposing first Erin's pubes, then her pussy. The panties went lower; Erin held onto Amy's head while she stepped out and kicked them away. Amy closed her eyes then with all the relief of a junky getting her fix; she leaned in and just nuzzled Erin's pussy, inhaling and just being near. Small kisses followed; Erin spread her legs slightly to give Amy better access. Amy began to work more diligently, using her tongue to part Erin's lips, turning her head slightly to get a better angle to kiss my wife on her nether lips. Amy began to lap at Erin; as she got more aroused Erin's started to open up like a flower, her labia parting. She pushed Amy away and stumbled back to the recliner and spread her legs wide, one leg hooked on each armrest, her cunt on display. Amy went back to her task with a moan of pleasure, licking and lapping with obvious devotion and enthusiasm. Erin was whispering sweet, filthy nothings to her cunt lapper, telling her what a sweet little cuntsucker she was, how much of a lesbian slut she must be to want to go down on girls the way she did, etc. The light verbal abuse seemed to turn Amy on even more; she made gasps of passion and redoubled her efforts.

Suddenly Erin grabbed Amy's hair and pulled her face from Erin's cunt. Amy's face was slick with my wife's juices; her mouth opened and closed like a fish; she looked crushed and longing at the same time.

"Tell me what you are. Tell me what Sarah found out about you."

"I'm Amy Jenkins. I'm a submissive lesbian. I need to obey and show respect to beautiful women; I have a deep-seated need and craving to be controlled by pretty girls and serve them. I feel unfulfilled and empty when a woman is not using me. I am addicted to pussy juice; I love all kinds of girl-girl sex and want to please my partner, but I focus on cunnilingus. Cunnilingus makes me feel submissive, loved and controlled; when you lick a woman's privates it means you are lower than she is and she is using you. The more I cuntsuck the more I need to suck cunts. I am a little play-with-myself, and once I start I can't stop, so I am never allowed to touch myself. Only other woman can control me, can feed me the pussy I need so much. Every night I dress like a fantasy slut and look myself in the mirror and tell myself who I am. I'm Amy Jenkins and I'm a submissive lesbian slut!" This last part came out almost like a shout; Amy's eyes were brimming with tears but she seemed almost proud. Her fervor reminded me of a recruit in basic training; emotions at a fever pitch, utterly committed. Erin smiled and pulled Amy back in.

She worked long and hard, hands on my wife's smooth thighs, face glued to her pussy, tongue never stopping for a second. As my wife worked to her peak she put both hands on Amy's head and pulled her in hard, crushing her face, mashing her pussy against Amy. She came bucking, one series of tremors, a second, and on the third she yanked Amy away and lay there grinning and breathing hard. Between licks at her face Amy whined and wheedled, "Please Miss Erin, please let me serve you some more, you taste so good so sweet I could lick you all day. Please let me please you, please let me worship you and your magnificent cunt."

Erin just smiled lazily and told her

"I'm satisfied honey. Maybe later, but right now I think I will relax." Erin's gaze traveled over to me; her eyes dipped to my shorts and she looked back to Amy. "Well, if you really turned me on maybe I would let you play some more." Amy smiled and started forward again.

"Oh Miss Erin I will plea-"

"Tut tut tut! I said turn me on. You think another tongue-lashing will turn me on? You're a garden-variety lesbian cuntsucker, aren't you, Amy? Aren't you.

"Yes," came the whispered reply.

"Well honey, if you want more of this," Erin dipped a finer into her slit and toyed with herself, "you had better show me how dirty you can be, how obsessed you are with submitting and being controlled." Amy stared at my wife for a few moments, swallowed and said quietly,

"If you tell me to do sick things you know I will. There's no part of you I won't lick. There's nothing from you I won't swallow. I-I saw what the twins did to each other at Sarah's party. You can make me do what they did for you. You can use me like that."

"I know I can honey. I know you would worship me like that, be a toilet slave like the twins are. But that is just another variety of garden-variety cuntsucking if you ask me. I want to see you do something really dirty. You know, my husband likes to watch me get it on with little slut girls like you, almost as much as he loves watching me get used like the lesbian whore I am by Sarah." I felt my face flush when she said that, but my pulse raced as well. "I know my poor husband has big hard-on in those shorts, and I bet you are nasty enough to suck him off. I bet you need my pussy enough that you won't blink at putting a man's filthy dick in your mouth and jerking him off down your throat."

They waited there for a few moments; Amy looking at Erin plaintively while my wife smiled at her. When Amy didn't move on her own, Erin stood up, and gazed down at the young Asian-American girl. Erin finally took Amy's black hair in her fist and led her over to me like a horse by its halter.

"Unzip his fly, cunt." I knew this was wrong, immoral; she was a girl. But I was in so deep this seemed like nothing. Shit, it really was nothing after what we had been through. One more shot when you've taken twenty in the round means nothing.

Amy reached out her small, delicate girl hands and unzipped my shorts.

"Fish it out, cunt. Get that cock in your hand." Amy did so; I felt like I might shoot my load when her small hand wrapped around my dick.

"Lean in and smell it you slut; peel the skin back and get a close whiff." Amy peeled the skin of my uncircumcised cock back, and inhaled deeply. She looked both horrified and excited; sickened by the idea of sucking cock, of touching a man, but deeply moved by the level of control Erin was exercising over her.

"Pull his shorts off." She did.

"Suck him off, make him spray his jism down your throat, swallow every drop." Amy hesitated, and Erin took Amy's head in both hands from behind and guided her down. That did it. As soon as Erin began to control the tempo, control Amy's sucking cadence by jerking her face up and down on my cock, Amy went wild. She started sucking in earnest, using her tongue on me while Erin continued to hold her head and jam her face up and down on me. I started to become more excited, my hips began to jerk up a bit, choking Amy as Erin forced her down. Erin leaned forward and whispered in her ear, never stopping the up and down motion of Amy's face onto my cock, "Make him cum. Jerk him off into your mouth your filthy slut, swallow every bit of his jism and you can stay the night, you can serve me. That's it, that's it! Keep jerking! Use one of your hands to fondle his balls, be gentle and make love to them with your hand. Come on whore, jack that man dick into your mouth and show me a mouth full of jiz and I will let you stay the night. You can be my pussyslave all weekend long just jerk that dick and show me I control what you do."

Amy was firmly pumping my cock in her fist, sucking and sucking as Erin held her head down; her sweet little hand was gently touching and rubbing my ballsack. I erupted into her mouth and she never let up, made me shake as I came into that sweet young girl's mouth until Erin pulled her off me.

" Show me!" Amy obediently opened her mouth, still on her knees in front of Erin. Erin sank down to her knees as well; looking down at Amy face to face. With Amy's mouth still open Erin leaned in closer. "God, you stink like cum. You really are a freak for pussy. Swallow." While Amy swallowed my cum compliantly, Erin reached down to roughly frig her off. After Amy came she lovingly cleaned Erin's hand off.

We spent the weekend like that; Erin tormenting Amy, feeding Amy her girl juices again and again, using her as a maidservant. Amy served us dinner that night in a bra and high heels. Her newly shaven cunt glistened with excitement that night, standing next to us while we ate at our leisure. The wine bottle we drank from ended up in Amy's cunt, grossly distending it as she worked to prove how much she needed to be dominated by another woman.

The price to worship Erin's cunt was the same every time: sucking dick, swallowing man cum. In their sapphic lexicon nothing was dirtier; nothing proved submission like putting a cock in your mouth and hungrily jerking it off. Each time Amy had to show my wife a mouth of sperm, suffer a berating and swallow. Four times she sucked me before she walked back to her house, somewhat bow-legged from my wife hard ministrations; I felt guilty but satiated.

On Monday night Sarah came back from her trip; she walked in cheerily as we were doing the dishes.

"Well, well! The happy couple themselves!" Erin dropped a dish into the sink with a loud clatter and ran forward, she threw herself down to her knees in front of Sarah. I was stunned; I had forgotten how beautiful Sarah was, how incredibly erotic she was. She stared down at Erin, and then said softly, "Strip."

Erin hurried out her clothes, one of my oxford shirts and a black skirt. Sarah stopped her when she was down to undergarments; white mesh demi-cup bra and black mesh pantyhose with a diamond pattern cut up the side and black pumps with a fair sized heel. She looked outrageous and sexy. Sarah eyed my wife, her property, hungrily. She ran her hands over Erin's body; Erin stiffened under her ministrations, catting for attention and a fuck. Sarah pulled out her harness and dildo; with mixed emotions I recognized "the starter." No more words; just obscene ritual. They were like kabuki actors, formal and stylized with Sara as a bizarre, reversed onnagata. Erin humbly stripped Sarah, and then tenderly helped her step into the harness. My wife lent eager hands to the buckling and strapping of the black monster; her eyes shone bright and alive.

There on the living room rug Sarah bent my wife over after rolling down her pantyhose. There was a desultory use of Erin's pussy for lubrication, and then Sarah took her ass. She had nothing to say, no need to say anything. Erin's holes were Sarah's, and she took what she wanted. There was no noise but small animal grunts from my wife as Sarah drove that cock into her again and again; the slap of Sarah's thighs on my wife's ass. At some point Sarah reached around; from my wife's jerk I guessed Sarah had really abused her clit with a hard pinch. I hadn't even realized I was jerking off I was so intent on watching them; there was nothing in the world more exciting for me than watching Sarah use my wife and fuck her, the harder the better. Erin was jerking spastically now as Sarah worked her clit and left breast cruelly; cumming in spasms as I already had.

I licked up every bit of spend as my wife whimpered; Sarah had pulled out of her.

Still no words from either of the lovers; Erin simply leaned in to clean that artificial cock, true devotion showing in every gesture.

When Sarah finally lay back on the couch and spread her legs for Erin, I saw tears running down Erin's face. As my wife pressed her face into Sarah's cunt, Sarah murmured tender words to her, stroking her cuntlapper's hair, my wife. "It's ok honey. I know, I know you missed me...I know who you love, little girl." With a shock I realized what had been fishing at the back of my mind. Erin's ring Gold with a platinum banding, was on Sarah's necklace now.

There were many more nights like that in the next few months; it was the start of a new life for us.