The Perfect Gift

I guess I should start by introducing myself. My name's Allison, but everybody calls me Allie. My cousin Bree and I have been as close as sisters about as long as we've been alive. Our moms are identical twins, though they don't look exactly the same anymore. Mom dyes her hair red, while Aunt Vivian kept hers its natural blond. Also, Aunt Vivian got breast implants after her husband left her. Instead of realizing he was just a dumbass that didn't realize what a catch he had, she thought it was that her beautiful C-cups weren't big enough. To be fair, her new DD-cups do get more attention when we take family trips to the beach.

Mom and Aunt Vivian have always been really close, and they've never lived more than a few miles apart. Thanks to that, Bree and I have always gone to the same school and spent almost every day together. We shared everything, and didn't keep any secrets. That's how I knew Bree wasn't the chaste angel that everyone assumed she was. Bree loves sex and wasn't the least bit shy about sharing details with me. That's why, when I started dating and was super nervous, she taught me how to kiss.

My first date was with a boy in the AV club named Timmy. He was definitely a nerd and a bit socially awkward, but he was kind of cute. I decided that I was going to let him be the first person to kiss me - what I'd been doing with Bree didn't count, naturally, because that was just practicing. Timmy was awkward and handsy, and kept pawing at my boobs. That kiss was a bit disappointing and I couldn't help thinking how much nicer Bree's lips felt. Her lips are so soft and she habitually uses cherry chapstick.

Bree and I kept practicing kissing, because practice makes perfect. We weren't lesbians or anything, we weren't doing anything weird like fooling around, we were just practicing kissing. Our hands never went anywhere other than each others' back or shoulders; a hand on a hip was as spicy as we got. I did occasionally wonder what it'd feel like to have Bree's hands on my tits. Would she be gentle? Would she knead them? I'd never know, and I shouldn't even be thinking of it; I just couldn't help myself.

Bree and I would usually get home from school, do our homework and then practice. One day, though, Bree stopped me when I leaned towards her.

"Allie, there's something I need to tell you. I'm, um, a bit nervous, though."

"What is it? You can tell me anything."

"Well... I like girls. Like, I like, like them. Ya know?"

"You're... a lesbian?"

"No, I like boys, too, I just like girls."

"Is it because we, um...?"

"No, I've liked girls for a while. There's something else, too. You gotta promise not to freak out, though."

"Cross my heart."

"Ok... I enjoy kissing you. I mean, I really enjoy it. I understand if that grosses you out and you never want to kiss me again, but I feel bad kissing you without you knowing the whole truth."

"I... well... honestly... I enjoy it too. I don't want us to stop. I don't want us to ever stop."

"That's such a relief. Now, get over here and kiss me!"

Bree's hand on my breast felt really nice. She squeezed it gently and lightly pinched my nipples.

We continued our routine, spending most evenings together. We weren't trying to pretend to just be practicing, we were making out and we knew it. We didn't go beyond second base, though. One evening, Bree had her hand on my thigh and slowly worked her way up. I stopped her when her hand brushed against my pussy, though. I told Bree that I'm curious about being with another girl, but I was afraid it'd make things awkward if I ended up not being into it. I didn't want to risk making things awkward with her.

Now, something you should know about Bree is that she has always been strong-willed and assertive. It's one of the things that I've always admired about her. I didn't know just how assertive she could be until the evening she told me about her pet.

"Hey, guess what! I got a new pet!"

"Pet? Like a puppy?"

"No, silly, a pet as in a woman who'll do absolutely anything I want, whenever I want. A sex slave! And guess who it is!"

"I don't know... Pastor Armstrong's daughter?"

"I like the way you think, but no. Mrs. Johnson!"

"Mrs. Johnson? Our English teacher? No way!"

Bree took her phone out and started dialing. She put it on speaker phone and smiled when it was answered on the first ring.

From the phone, I heard a voice not much more than a whisper, "How may I please you, mistress?"

Bree responded, "I can just barely hear you. Speak up."

Again, a whisper. "My husband is in the other room, mistress."

"Don't make me repeat myself."

The response was silence, followed by the sound of a door closing. Finally, in a normal voice, "I'm sorry mistress."

"That's better. Now, who owns your pussy, pet?"

"You do, mistress."

"And who owns your ass, pet?"

"You do, mistress."

"And who owns your mouth?"

"You do, mistress."

"What can I do with your filthy holes?"

"Anything you want, mistress."

"Good answer, pet. That is all."

"Thank you, mistress."

Bree hung up the phone, and I sat staring at her in shock.

"Bree... you're... you're having sex with Mrs. Johnson?"

"Yeah, and she licks pussy like you would not believe."

"Bree, if your Mom finds out, it'll ruin Mrs. Johnson's life! She'll lose her job, her husband, I dunno, maybe even thrown in jail. Isn't it illegal for teachers to sleep with students, even if they're over 18?"

"Don't worry, Mom knows."

"What?! And she's ok with it?!"

"Yeah, we have an arrangement. I try to be a bit discrete. Ya know, keep it on the DL and don't flaunt it in front of Mom. In return, Mom lets me do anything I want."

"Shit, I wish my Mom was as cool as Aunt Vivian."

"Yeah, Mom's the absolute best."

The revelation didn't change anything between Bree and me, though I found out she had a couple of other pets as well. She wouldn't tell me who one of them was, and I didn't push. I had more pressing matters on my mind, anyway. They were casting for the school play and I was auditioning for the part of Juliet (yeah, that one).

Bree knew something was off, right away. "What's wrong, Allie Cat?" Allie Cat, that was her secret nickname for me. No one else ever called me that and I'd be pissed if they did. From Bree, it was ok, though.

"Angie got the role of Juliet, I'm going to be Juliet's nurse."

"Ah, that sucks. You know why?"

"Yeah, she's a better actress than me. Prettier, too."

"That is complete and utter bullshit, and you know it! You're every bit as pretty as her, and a better actress. I'm betting you were going to be Juliet, but she said she really had her heart set on playing Juliet. The director asked if you'd be ok with playing the nurse and you put on your brave face and said yes. Am I right?"

"Yeah." I may have sniffled a little.

"You need to be more assertive, and I know just the thing. Your Mom's going to be out of town this weekend, right?" I nodded and Bree pulled out her phone and texted someone. "Ok, it's set. If you had any plans for Saturday, cancel them and be ready for company by 9 am."

"What? Why?"

"Do you trust me?"

"Yeah, absolutely."

"Then trust me."

That Saturday at 9 on the dot, there was a knock on my door. I opened the door to find an auburn-haired beauty, dressed entirely in black. I used the term "dressed" loosely; she was wearing a bra, thong, garter belt, stockings and heels. She handed me an folded letter.

"Hey Allie Cat,

This sexy young lady is Roxie. For the rest of the day, she's yours. You might want to let her in before the neighbors lose their minds, though.

Now that you've saved Roxie from the perv next door's eyes, here are the rules. She's here to satisfy your curiosity. She'll do anything you say. Roxie's ok with humiliation, but pain is a no-go. If she says 'chartreuse', stop what you're doing. She'll tell you if and when she's ready to start back.

Enjoy your first time with a girl. Roxie's very good at being very naughty!"

When I looked up from the letter, Roxie was on her knees. "How may I serve you, mistress?"

I was shocked and unsure of what to do. I had been fantasizing about having a woman between my legs and wondering how it would feel and this was my opportunity. "Well, I think I'd like it if you licked my pussy. If you don't mind, that is."

"I am your pet, mistress. You should tell me what to do, not ask me to do it."

"Um, ok. Um... lick my pussy."

Roxie smiled up at me, "gladly, mistress." The breath caught in my throat when she unbuttoned my pants. Roxie unzipped my pants slowly. I trembled as she slid my pants down off my hips. Holy shit, this was really happening! Roxie kissed me just above my panties, then slid my panties down to my ankles. As she helped me step out of my pants and panties, Roxie said, "your pussy is so pretty, mistress."

I gasped as Roxie ran her tongue along my slit. Though it was something I had fantasized about, I never could have imagined how good it would feel to have a woman's tongue on my pussy. It didn't take long for her wonderful tongue to have my dripping wet. Roxie sucked my inner lips into her mouth, then started lightly tugging and sucking on them. That's something that I never would have thought of doing, but holy fuck it felt so good. I was getting so very close to cumming when Roxie moved her attention to my clit. She licked and sucked and set off an explosive orgasm that tore through my body.

I assumed that Roxie would stop when I came, but no. She moved back to running her tongue between my lips, lapping up all of my juices. When she ate me to a second orgasm and kept going, I realized that she wouldn't stop until I told her to. "Oh god, stop, please, I need to catch my breath!" Roxie stopped licking and smiled up at me, with her face coated in my cum.

I caught my breath and decided to satisfy my curiosity. I said to Roxie, "take your panties off. I want to eat you." With a smile, Roxie slid her thong off and spread her legs. I knew it was now or never, if I lost my nerve, I'd never have the guts to try going down on another woman.

I crawled between Roxie's legs, seeing a pussy up close for the first time in my life. Her plump outer lips were inflamed with arousal. Her inner lips, a dark pink, unfolded before me like a beautiful flower coated in morning dew. I inhaled deeply and the sweet musk of her arousal awakened something primal inside me. I wanted this. I definitely wanted this. I didn't know if I could make Roxie feel as good as she had made me feel, but I was sure as hell going to try. As I slipped my tongue into her pussy, my taste buds cried out in joy at her taste. Slightly metallic, slipper silk sweetness filled my mouth. Roxie's juicy pussy was like manna from heaven and I knew I would be a devout cunt licker for the rest of my days.

I did my best to do to Roxie what she had done to me. I didn't have her experience with timing, but she certainly seemed to enjoy what I was doing. As I licked and sucked, Roxie's breathing grew more ragged and her moans louder. I felt Roxie's muscles pulsing just a second before she fed me a flood of her sweet ambrosia.

When Roxie stopped twitching, I looked up at her in question. "Was that ok?"

"That was more than ok, that was amazing, mistress. What would you like to do next?"

"Can we, um, 69?"

"We can do anything you want, mistress." And we did. And it was fantastic. We spent the rest of the day touching and playing, licking and sucking, kissing and fucking, until we finally collapsed in an exhausted, cum-soaked heap.

The following Monday, I ran into Bree. She asked, "So?"

"So good."

"Details later?"

"Absolutely!"

As usual, Bree and I met up at her place after school and made a mad dash for her room. Sitting on her bed, Bree asked, "So, enjoy your first time with another girl?"

"Like you wouldn't believe!" I filled her in on the details.

"Sounds like you did enjoy yourself! Do you think you might like to try something... with me? I mean, I totally understand if you don't want to!"

"Seriously? I haven't been able to concentrate on anything today for thinking about us playing together. Now get over here and kiss me!"

We started kissing and fondling each other, as usual. This time, though, we quickly moved on stripping each other's clothes off. My hands were trembling so badly that I had trouble unsnapping Bree's bra. Bless her, she helped me out by reaching back to unsnap it herself. Thankfully, she was wearing yoga pants, so nothing stood in the way of me stripping those off of her. I was too excited to take my time, so I pulled her panties down with them.

Bree's pussy looked very different from Roxy's. Her inner lips were smaller and almost completely obscured by her thick outer lips. I spread Bree's lips to reveal the vibrant pink inside and the deep red of her hard little clit.

"Oh my god, Bree, your pussy is beautiful!"

"Thank you, Allie Cat. If you think it looks good, just wait until you taste it."

Wait? No fucking way! I buried my face in her glorious cunt, running my tongue between her lips, gathering her wetness. Delicious isn't a strong enough word to describe her. I was in heaven, feasting on her. I stiffened my tongue and pushed it as far into my cousin's pussy as I could reach. I tongue-fucked Bree until I heard, "my clit... please...". I couldn't let that request go unanswered. I started licking and sucking Bree's clit and slipped a finger in her pussy. Bree's so tight, it felt like her pussy wanted to keep my finger as its prisoner, forever.

It wasn't long before Bree was cumming on my face. Bree pulled me up to kiss me "Mmm, I love the taste of my pussy on your lips, Allie Cat. Now I'm dying to know how you taste. Come sit on my face."

Bree and I were tangled up in a 69 when there was a knock on her door. "Dinner's ready, girls. Hope you're hungry!" We giggled nervously, thinking we had almost been caught. We inhaled dinner as fast as we could to get back to dessert.

Bree and I played every chance we got. When one of our moms was out of town, one of Bree's pets would often join us. Bree and her pets introduced me to a whole world of sexy perversions. I learned about bondage and discipline. I learned that some women love to be humiliated and some enjoy pain. I learned that I enjoyed spanking women. It was such a dominant position, being in control. I wanted to be a mistress, I just didn't have any idea how to get a pet of my own.

Time flew and before we knew it, fall midterms were upon us. One evening, basking in post-coital bliss, I asked, "so, just how many pets do you have, Bree?"

"Just two that you haven't met."

"Am I going to meet them?"

"You're probably not going to meet Jane. She's... um... she's a pain slut. She can't get off without being hurt and humiliated, and she's getting more extreme. She needs more than I'm comfortable doing, so I'm going to help her find someone who can meet her needs."

"Oh. Wow. And the other?"

"Ah, my favorite pet. I'll let you know who she is later, but I'm not quite ready to reveal her identity yet."

"Ah, a mystery! Speaking of mysteries, I want to give you your Christmas gift a bit early. I don't think grandpa's heart could take it."

"Ooh, I like the sound of that! How about the Saturday before Christmas?"

"Yeah, I think that'll work."

The wait for that Saturday was interminable. I was dying to see Bree's face when she opened her present, and even more hoping that I'd get to see her use it on one of her pets. Eventually, the time did pass, though and I realized I had a serious logistics problem. I had no idea how I was going to sneak Bree's gift out of the house and get it to her.

As if by miracle, the solution to my quandary came out of nowhere while having dinner with Mom Friday. Well, more accurately, it came out of her phone. I heard the familiar chirp of a text message. As she read it, the expression on her face was inscrutable. "Who was it, Mom?"

"Work. Something came up and I'm going to have to be out of town this weekend. I'm so sorry, baby, but I'll be back in plenty of time for Christmas."

"Don't worry about it, Mom. I'll just hang with Bree. You need a ride to the airport?" I caught a brief glimpse of concern on Mom's face, but it quickly vanished.

"No need, baby. There aren't any convenient flights, so we're going to carpool. My coworker Jane is coming to pick me up."

"Oh, ok. Well, I hope you have a safe trip and everything goes well." I hated that Mom had to go, but I was relieved that I'd be able to get Bree's gift to her easily. I also certainly didn't mind the prospect of spending the weekend playing with Bree

The next morning, a car horn honked. Mom ran out with her overnight bag to get in the car and I saw that the driver was a stunning blonde woman. I waited an hour to make sure Mom wasn't going to double back to pick something up, then sent Bree a text, "Mom's gone for the weekend. You ready for me?"

"Absolutely! I've been looking forward to this for weeks! When you get here, just come straight downstairs and lock the door behind you. I'll be waiting"

I loaded up the car and headed over to Bree's. I lugged her gift up to the front door which, thankfully, was unlocked. I dragged her gift in, closed and locked the door, then went downstairs. When I got down there, I saw Bree sitting in the easy chair with her feet up on the ottoman, wearing a pretty silk gown. She was beautiful and it looked great on her; even better, it looked like it'd be easy to take off her. "Hey, Bree, is Aunt Vivian home?"

"Nope, out running errands. Ooh, is that for me?!"

"Yeah, gimme a hand with it, it's heavy."

We dragged the box to the center of the room, then Bree scooped me up into a kiss. If I wasn't horny before, I certainly was after that. I broke our kiss and said, "if we don't open your present now, we're never going to get around to it."

Bree tore into the box and found a bunch of square tubes and a bag with leather straps. There were two t-shaped parts and holes drilled throughout all them. Bree looked confused, so I told her to look at the instructions. When she saw the picture of the assembled product, she realized what it was and smiled broadly. The cross-bars were basically adjustable spreader bars. The stem of the t's joined together with another bar to let you adjust the distance between the bars to position your

It didn't take us long to get it put together. Bree stood admiring it, "I can't wait to get my pet strapped to this! Thank you so much, Allie! Now, you open your gift! It's in the box there." Bree gestured towards a large box by the sofa, covered in a light cloth. "Sorry it's not wrapped, but, well, you'll understand."

I pulled the cloth off and saw the flaps of the box were open on the bottom. I lifted it carefully. Underneath was Mom, on her knees in a red thong, garters and stockings, with a green bow tied around her, obscuring her nipples. She was easily the sexiest damn sight that I've ever seen.

"Mom?! I thought you were away at work?" I turned to Bree, "What's going on?"

"Well, I got the impression that you wanted a pet of your own. Your first pet is special and I thought who would be more special than your Mom?"

"Wait... you mean...?"

"Yeah, what are you, Aunt Vicky?"

"A cunt-craving full service fuck toy, mistress."

"And what do you aspire to be?"

"The perfect pussy-pleasing sex slave for my mistress."

"And who is your mistress?"

"You are, Mistress Bree. And now, so is Mistress Allie. Or would you prefer I call you Daughter Mistress, mistress?"

"You heard her, Allie. Tell your Mommy Pet to do something."

"Um... touch, um, touch your, um, nose." Mom did so without hesitation.

"Oh, that was lame, Allie Cat. She would've done that even if she wasn't your pet. Aunt Vicky, does thinking about servicing your daughter make you horny,? Has the thought of eating your baby girl's pussy got you wet?"