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Wendy continued spasming, her fingers squishing in her young pussy, panting, a string of "ohs" still issuing from her mouth. It took more than a minute before she got hold of herself and withdrew her fingers, embarrassed to have masturbated in front of all of us.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I couldn't help myself. Now, I can't wait to have sex with a woman."
Master was sporting an erection, not immune himself to the show the three of us had put on.
"I don't want you to think that's the only way to enjoy sex with someone else," I said. "Sex between men and women can be just as beautiful and extraordinary. My Master and Lisa can show you. She needs to have sex with him now before she gets pierced tomorrow. After, she won't be able to have sex for three days. That's very difficult for sex slaves like us. Will you show her, sir?"
"Lisa," Master asked, "are you ready to accept a cock again."
"Please, sir. Very much."
"Why don't you ride me so you control how fast and hard you go?"
"Yes, Master. May I cum, please?"
"As much as you want."
Master lay on his back, his cock spring up from his groin, hard and straight. Lisa swung over his hips and placed his cock at the entrance of her cunt. Very slowly, she slid down his pole, cumming before she reached bottom. She'd enjoyed the show as well. When she raised back up, Master's prick glistened from her juices. She kept it nice and slow at the beginning, perhaps still slightly sore from the days activities. It didn't stop her from cumming though. Perhaps the endorphins released by her orgasms, or the slickness of her cunt, or just an overall easing of her soreness, Lisa started going faster. Wendy's eyes grew wider as she watched.
"Wendy, you're among friends," I said. "If you need to touch yourself again, no one will care."
She looked gratefully at me and immediately put two fingers in her sheath again, slowly moving them in and out, about half the speed with which Lisa was riding Master's prick. Rhonda and I kissed and petted one another as Lisa got fucked. It took twenty minutes for Master to cum after all the fucking he'd done this evening. His cock was soaked in Lisa's juices. She'd cum six times. Wendy's fingers had brought her to two more orgasms. I cleaned off Master's cock while Rhonda cleaned Lisa.
"What did you think of the heterosexual sex compared to the lesbian sex?" I asked Wendy.
"It was just as beautiful and arousing as you and my sister," she replied. "Perhaps I'm not a lesbian after all."
"It may be you'll be one of those people who are equally comfortable with both men and women," Rhonda said.
"Watching you made me want to have sex," Wendy said. "Both kinds."
"Jerry was right though," I said. "Since you are a virgin, you should wait and do it with someone you care for, not just anyone to get it over with."
"I care for all of you," she said. "You make Rhonda happy and that makes me happy."
"It's not the same," Master said. "Liking someone and loving someone is different."
"You all are fucking people you don't love. I bet you don't love even half the people today who fucked you."
She was right, of course. I loved four people in the way Master meant. My Master, my two sister slaves and my son. After that, came my parents. I was quite fond of Lucia and Zoe. I was becoming better friends with Shasta and beginning to accept her dominance over me in the work place. That left a lot of other people who'd fucked me recently I merely liked, some I didn't even know, like Lester and Rodrigo. But there was a difference.
"You're right. I didn't love all the people who fucked me today, but I wasn't surrendering myself for the first time to any of them. I wasn't a virgin, and I wasn't being fucked for the first time. I'd been with both men and women before and experienced all of it at one time or another, exclusively with my loved ones first, not a bunch of strangers.
"I really liked the boy to took my virginity and I spent ten years fucking only my husband and loving only him before I began my slavery and learning who I am. What I did today was not necessarily what I would have chosen for myself. I enjoyed it. I always enjoy sex because of who I am, but I did it because I love my Master. He wanted me to do it, and so I did, submitting my will to his. It was an act of love on his part to give it to me and an act of love on mine to accept it. The rest was just fucking. Until you've experienced all the things I've done, you wouldn't place yourself on that platform the way I was. You wouldn't enjoy it. Don't believe our situations are similar because we're both women. I've got fourteen more years of experience with sex than you do."
"What if no one wants to have sex with me?"
"Wendy, don't be foolish," Rhonda said. "You're a lovely, young woman. There will be lots of boys and girls who will want to have sex with you. The problem will be picking the right ones. Ones who care for you and want to see your needs and desires are met. Who won't abuse you and lie and cheat and will treat you as you should be treated. Ones you want to be with as much as they want to be with you."
"Wendy, I'm going to tell you something which must remain a secret, kept from the rest of your family," I said. "If they know, it might damage their already poor relationship with Rhonda."
She looked at her sister. The rest of them were looking at me, wondering where I was going with this.
"Jerry said you should find someone you love to teach you about sex. Would you agree it was sound advice?"
"I guess."
"There is already someone you love here, in this room, that can teach you about one kind of sex."
Her eyes darted to Master, misunderstanding me and knowing she didn't love him. She hardly knew him.
"Not my Master," I said softly.
She looked at me, then Lisa, and finally Rhonda, her eyes going wide when she realized what I meant.
"Rhonda?" she whispered.
"Did you know that one of the women I licked today was my mother?"
Wendy shook her head no, still goggle eyed.
"There is nothing illegal in the State of California about having sex with your sister. Having vaginal sex with your brother or father is a criminal offense, but not oral sex with your sister."
"Is that true?" She asked Rhonda.
"It's not illegal, though many people might consider it immoral. Mom and Dad certainly would. They'd disown us both if they ever thought we were having sex with each other."
"Would...would you teach me?" Wendy whispered, shivering.
Rhonda looked at me, bewildered. "Domina?" She asked, not asking anything, yet asking everything.
"I would never order you to have sex with Wendy," I said, "nor encourage Wendy to have sex with you. It seems to me it's a very personal matter between both of you. I merely point it out as an option for someone who's wondering about her sexuality and wanting to have someone who loves her to show her what it's like."
"All of my family but you have nearly disowned me, Wendy," Rhonda said. "I barely speak to anyone anymore. If we do this, you run the risk of being cut off from the rest of them, never speaking to them again, or even seeing them, never seeing your nieces or nephews again. Think very carefully. Is that a risk you want to take?"
"I...I don't know." She thought for a moment. "But if Julia or Lisa shows me, they wouldn't consider it incest would they?"
"No, not incest, but still immoral. You would be having sex with women like I do, possibly a married woman to boot, who is having sex with someone other than her husband. They would blame me for involving you with my circle of 'depraved friends'. They would treat you as they do me. Even when I wasn't a submissive, I was 'sick' for wanting to have sex with women. I'm more depraved now for being a sex slave to a white woman who's married. I let myself be bound and tied. I wear a collar. I'm spanked, paddled and whipped. I lick cunts and suck cocks. I get fucked in the ass. My nipples and cunt are pierced and I wear slave emblems. I'm a pariah to our parents. Associating with me will make you a pariah too, even if we don't have sex."
Wendy thought some more.
"I still believe I'm more attracted to women than men. If I'm going to be an outcast anyway, I'd prefer to learn from you."
Rhonda looked at me again.
I stroked her cheek. "It's your sister, slave. It's not up to me what you decide."
Rhonda leaned up to kiss me, softly engaging my lips, then turned, facing Wendy, holding her arms out. "Come here, Wendy. We'll begin by kissing. You tell me when you're ready for more."
"Could we turn out the lights?" Wendy asked. "I'm feeling shy at the thought of an audience."
Master smiled and turned out the lamp. Lisa and I snuggled close to Master to give them more room. The soft sounds of kissing beside us. In less than twenty minutes, we heard Wendy gasping in orgasm, softly, trying to be quiet. I felt for Master's cock, finding it hard and Lisa's hand already on it, lightly stroking him. I shifted down, lowering my mouth over his shaft, gently sucking as Lisa stroked, until he pulsed in my mouth, flooding me with his cum, swallowing. I fell asleep as Wendy whimpered for the third time.