Steps to Submission Volume 3: Virgin Lesbian Erotic Romance (Steps to Submission Bundles)

by Lexie X

  "Oh my god, you taste incredible," Julie breathed.

  "Doesn't she?" Piper panted between waves of ecstasy.

  Jake came over top and Julie moved back briefly to let him have a taste. "What the fuck, damn," he commented. "I don't normally go down on girls, but that—"

  Laura stopped licking just long enough to laugh and comment. "Come on, that's like telling a guy his dick is big. You just have to do it."

  "No, seriously," Julie insisted before leaning back in. The two girls began moving more energetically; their bodies pressed against one another as their shared tonguing began having the inevitable effect.

  Leaning down near Julie's ear and moving with her bobbing head alongside Laura's tensing thigh, Piper gave her a whisper. "See? I told you to try it and see. I knew you'd love it."

  Caught in the throes of a tremendous building orgasm, Julie didn't respond, instead keeping her efforts focused on her tongue against slick heated folds—but Piper knew her words had hit home. What she had said would give the redhead's orgasm that oh-so-sweet extra edge of blissful humiliation and willing desire.

  The two girls pressed together even more tightly and began bucking and thrusting against each other's mouths. Muffled moans filled the air, along with the smell of feminine arousal and sweat. Enchanted by the sight, Piper watched and rubbed herself furiously.

  By the time the shared orgasm faded, a wordless new level of engagement seemed to have formed between them. Laura lifted her head with a satisfied sigh, clambered up, wiped her forehead of sweat and her mouth of juices, and pushed Julie down on her back. Just before slipping her fingers back inside that reddened sex, she looked over at Jake. "Are we fucking or what? Get behind me."

  More than willing to comply, he hurried behind her. She spread out her stance on all fours with most of her weight on one arm to keep her hand free to finger. She closed her eyes, sighed happily as he entered her, and pushed back against him with a blissful moan.

  Piper wondered if she had that same look on her face when Isabella used their strap-on. It felt different and incredible and she'd certainly done it with guys long ago, but it had never felt like it did with her girlfriend. Watching this conventionally attractive guy fuck her girlfriend's sister while feeling very little, she realized that probably meant something about herself.

  "You alright?" Julie asked from the end of the chain, watching her stare off into space with a troubled look. Whatever animosity might have been between them, Julie still wasn't the worst person ever.

  Piper hoped the redhead would enjoy herself and look back on this positively. The dark anger and vengeance she'd felt earlier now seemed mean and twisted.

  "Are we doing this or what? Come sit on my face already," Julie complained, settling back into arrogant command now that she'd grown accustomed to the new situation.

  And right back to annoying, Piper thought with a shake of her head—but the thought of making Julie eat her out was still an alluring one. Putting off life-changing questions until the morning, she clambered across the bed, slung one knee over Julie's head, and lowered herself.

  Well beyond any sense of inhibition, Julie went to her task with all the animal energy that had built between the four of them and put her whole mouth into the business of licking pussy. Her tongue thrust deep, her lips sucked and caressed, and she even pushed her chin forward to pressure the bottom of her sex. Caressing that long red hair, Piper smiled wickedly. Julie did look back up at her, and she did recognize that she'd been hooked into a kinky scheme yet again, but her urges and lusts had long since taken her past the point of caring.

  Behind her, Piper could hear—and feel—Laura being fucked. She seemed to be enjoying herself immensely. Maybe men and women were the solution for Laura's needs? She'd taken control many times that night and made it happen, only briefly inconvenienced by being out of the game for so long; for some reason, the thought of Laura banging couples seemed especially appropriate. How could one person ever be enough to satisfy such an intensely gorgeous and sexual woman?

  The heat within began building and Piper closed her eyes to let Julie's eager tongue do its work. Already tired from the long night, lots of alcohol, tons of tension, and two prior orgasms, this third one built slower; she began whispering directions to her rival, telling Julie where to lick, when to suck, and how best to pleasure her.

  The redhead followed as best as her amateur skills allowed, but her enthusiasm grew as Laura's fingering and tonguing began having an effect again. The more aroused she got, the more willing she became to get into it. Soon, Piper found herself riding Julie's face, gazes locked, both of them engaged in the ebb and flow of pleasure. The redhead was clearly tiring, but Piper could tell that she wanted—in the most animalistic, drunken, purely sexual sense—for her to come against her mouth.

  Piper clung to that need and focused and built her pleasure by running through all the girls she'd been with and how universal that desire seemed once all pretense, inhibition, and self-restraint had been stripped away. Even Julie had it in her! Once she'd been coaxed, guided, and manipulated into letting herself try it, once she was turned on enough, and once her inner desires had been brought to the surface—here she was, face buried in pussy, her excited expression hinting that she was eager for that moment of clenching, tensing, and moaning brought about by her very own mouth.

  Squeezing her own breasts to add to her stimulation, Piper built her orgasm right up to the threshold and pushed it right to the edge. "Come on," she whispered aloud, mainly to herself.

  "Come for me," Julie said between licks unprompted.

  That did it. The bare lust in her formerly hesitant eyes and the brazen need in her voice—Piper watched that tongue sliding in and out of her, tensed her legs, took a deep breath, and managed to tip over the edge.

  The orgasm was a hot sweaty and long one that filled her with animal energy. Thrusting against Julie's face, she ground against that lapping tongue, desperate for more. She felt her insides clench repeatedly as she watched her juices roll down Julie's cheeks; the redhead's hands came up and gripped her butt to pull her closer, a move which fully kicked her orgasm into gear.

  Moaning, she leaned forward as rolling electricity overtaking her awareness. Putting one hand down in the pillows to keep herself from falling, she rode her rival's face for nearly a minute, letting the rollercoaster rise and fall for as long as possible.

  Halfway through, she felt Julie's energy change—Laura's fingers and tongue had brought her to her second orgasm. Piper grinned and pushed her sex down a little harder, enjoying the fact that Julie was getting off while getting her off. That would be her second intense orgasm while licking pussy, and there was every chance the act would be stuck in her head now.

  At the tail end of her fading orgasm, Piper made a note to do a little more manipulation over the next few weeks. After everything she'd done, it would be a dark and fitting revenge to turn Julie into a sex slave for Laura—to make her get on her knees and service a girl.

  Amazingly, that thought brought her a few more moments of ecstasy as the heat within flared up again. It was all she could do to keep breathing through the effort of ongoing pleasure, and—with a sigh—she finally let the orgasm go and collapsed over on the bed exhausted.

  "So Julie's into girls now?" Isabella asked, laughing.

  "Who knows," Piper responded, curling up closer to her girlfriend on the bed. The afternoon light fell on a few floating long blonde hairs, making them glow. "She ate pussy like a champ once she decided it was fine to do. No idea how she'll rationalize it now that she's sober though."

  "Anything else happen?" the blonde asked, carefully pacing the hand down her own shorts.

  Piper sighed. "Turns out, it's kinda hard for four completely trashed people to have sex very long. I think Laura fucked the shit out of Jake all night, though. I'm sure Julie will be pissed about that when she remembers the full details. Well, if she remembers."

  "Well, I'm glad the mission was success
ful and my sister finally got some," Isabella said with a shrug. "You were quite the little devil, weren't you?"

  She grinned widely. "I learned from the best."

  "I think that's fine, too, about you and I not doing guys," the blonde continued. "I guess our little games didn't exclude guys on purpose so far, but guys don't really seem to get it, anyway."

  Piper steeled herself for the full admission. "You're sure you're alright with that?"

  "Yeah," she thought aloud. "All these twisted games—these people are just props. I'd be fine if it was just you and me, honestly."

  "You would?"

  "Definitely." Isabella studied her face with those lively green eyes. "We always find some way to torment each other." She let a slow smile build, drawing out the moment. "Besides, I love you."

  "I love you, too," Piper responded, full to bursting with the feeling—and full to bursting with tension and fear. "I, um, think I realized something last night, too."

  "Oh?"

  "Well, a couple things, actually."

  "Spit it out," Isabella demanded, pausing her masturbation to the retelling of the prior night's events. "Don't make me spank you."

  Despite her tension, she couldn't help but smile briefly before delivering her stammering question. "Well, just to be clear, and this doesn't mean anything, or imply anything, and it's not a big deal, but, is, um—is our future, like—"

  Isabella glared.

  "Is marriage a possibility for us someday?" she finally blurted.

  "Oh."

  "I just mean—"

  "Yes," Isabella cut her off.

  "I was just—"

  "Yes!" the laughing blonde interrupted her again. "You can't have a relationship without a future. I admit I've never thought about it, but what would be the point of all this if I wasn't open to at least the possibility?"

  Piper caught her breath. "Seriously?"

  "Yes. Christ, woman, get a hold of yourself," she teased. "It's scary, and huge, and we're way too young—" She paused, thinking about her sister's failed marriage. "—and I'm not sure I believe marriage really works, but I love you, so I'm sure we'll figure it out when we get there."

  A warm hand gripped hers. Piper fought the fuzzy feeling in her head to continue speaking. "Good, good. Because I'm also pretty sure that I don't like guys. Like at all."

  "I know," her girlfriend responded nonchalantly.

  "I mean like, in the big question sense."

  "Duh."

  "You're not floored? Or surprised? Or scared? This doesn't change anything?"

  Isabella gave her a compassionate smirk. "Of course not. I did a good job training you."

  "Hey! I'm serious!"

  The blonde let her grin fade. "I know you're serious. And, same answer: I love you, and I'm sure we'll be fine."

  Piper fought back tears. "When did you get to be so awesome?"

  Isabella pulled her close. "Got me. Probably your fault. There was a time when I'd flip out and sabotage our relationship at any one of these conversations."

  "At least you admit it," she laughed through tears.

  "Yeah," Isabella said softly. "Now bust out the laptop and some porn, I need to finish getting off!"

  She just clung there in her girlfriend's embrace for several moments, incredibly relieved and warmed.

  "I'm not kidding!" the blonde complained, but Piper's happy laughter and tears only grew deeper.

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  Chapter 13

  Piper lugged her bag into her new living room. "Well, here we are, our very own apartment!"

  With a relieved little smile, Isabella dumped her things near the couch. "I'm gonna pass out."

  "Thanks for driving. I know the trip took longer than we expected with all that construction."

  "Sure."

  The clean white space formed a long rectangle with a kitchen space jutting off from the back middle. Two long couches sat opposite the kitchen area's island. At the ends of the living room, both from the close corner and from the far, small hallways turned off toward a set of one bathroom and two bedrooms, making four bedrooms total. Their two new roommates weren't supposed to arrive for several more days, but Piper was already sure she wanted the back two bedrooms rather than the ones near the front door.

  She carried her bags through the living room and down the back hallway to claim their rooms only to find that one of the pair already had bags and boxes piled in it.

  Frowning, she crossed the living room again and passed the front door to check out the other pair of rooms. One of those, too, had been claimed. "You've got to be kidding me."

  "What's up?" Isabella asked from the couch.

  She came out to the living room slightly flustered. "Not only are both of our roommates already here, but they've taken one room on each side."

  The tired blonde raised her eyebrows. "Well, that's going to be awkward for them."

  "I don't want to piss off our roommates," Piper thought aloud. "How well do you think sound travels in here?"

  Isabella perked up and squeezed her thighs together ever so slightly. "I think we should test how thin the walls are while they're not here."

  "Yeah? You're not too tired from the drive?"

  "Nope," the blonde countered, standing and approaching to grab her waist.

  Tingling at her girlfriend's closeness, Piper gave an excited smile and leaned into her soft deep kiss.

  Isabella held her tight, squeezing her forcefully exactly the way she liked. "So, your place or mine?"

  "I want the back room," Piper breathed, struggling to control herself for just a moment.

  "Alright, what my girl wants, my girl gets," Isabella teased. A moment later, the blonde began pushing her through the living room.

  Happy to comply, Piper led her girlfriend to the stark room. A bare mattress sat on a wood frame in one corner and two dressers manned opposite walls.

  Isabella approached the sliding closet doors, which were large and mirrored. "Well this'll be fun."

  Piper found herself being pulled toward the mirrored doors and placed in front of her girlfriend. The blonde held her from behind and began running her hands up and down her sides, her mischievous green eyes watching her reflected expression. Always charged up by her girlfriend's touch and control, Piper shivered and lifted her head, making space for kisses along her neck. She watched herself in the mirror, surprisingly engaged by the disconcerting experience of watching herself being seduced by a gorgeous blonde girl.

  She watched—and felt—firm hands slide up under her shirt. Expert fingers began massaging and kneading her breasts exactly the way she loved, and those green eyes watched her with predatory enjoyment.

  Although she felt large breasts pressed against her back and soft skin sliding against hers, seeing herself from the outside seemed to remind her again that she was a girl in love with a girl and making love to a girl—sometimes that thought still seemed insane and impossible. Sometimes, that thought made her whole reality feel weird for a moment. Always, though, it brought an intense heat between her legs.

  Isabella knew that about her and could sense it within her. Teasing that mental stimulation, the blonde grabbed her girlfriend's hand and brought it down and backward. Taking in a deep breath and watching her arm in the mirror, Piper rubbed her hand along smooth fabric.

  A moment later, Isabella pushed her own jeans down to her feet with a grin, then put one clutching arm hard around her captive to bring their bodies close again. Breathing hard, her eyes on her reflected hand, Piper let her fingers explore the smooth curve between her girlfriend's legs. That familiar softness and heat brought out a certain energy within her, but Isabella held her tight to keep her from squirming too much.

  She couldn't help but repeatedly glance up at herself in the mirror. She'd never really seen herself like this. It was her familiar shoulder-length brown hair and the same face she always saw in the mirror, sure, but the lust and need were both intensely clear on her face. No wonder Isabella had always
known what she was secretly thinking! It was strikingly obvious how turned on she was and how much she needed it. That blatant sexuality in her expression repelled her gaze. She knew she felt it, but it was a powerful reminder of her submission to—and dependence on—Isabella's strength. The smirk behind those watching green eyes told her that the blonde was absolutely aware of what she was feeling, and that she was making her look on purpose.

  "Who's my little lesbian slave?" Isabella whispered in her ear.

  Tensing up at a sudden spark between her legs, Piper leaned back harder against her girlfriend as her fingers started to work their way between soft slick lips. "Me…"

  A hand slid up into her hair. "Who made you that way?"

  Her body burning with need, Piper let out a little involuntary squeak. "You did…"

  Isabella grinned for just a moment and then pushed her forcefully down to the floor, her hand still gripping her hair. The rough drop caused her to react with pain and excitement.

  Joining her on the floor, Isabella sat with her back angled to the mirrored doors and slid her bare legs apart. Pulled forward, Piper crawled between her girlfriend's legs, her eyes on the perfect pink slit before her. She'd been playing with and pleasuring that gorgeous little mound for nearly a year, but it only turned her on more each time. She looked up, letting her girlfriend see how much she wanted it; it was a moment the blonde always enjoyed, but, this time, Isabella turned her head forcefully by her hair and forced her to see herself in the mirror.

  She arched down against the weight of the humiliation and arousal in her own expression. Here, then, was an addict completely overcome by need—and so hopelessly addicted that the strength of that need itself only aroused her more. She didn't want control or freedom. She relished the addiction. She loved every second of it, and loved her girlfriend's domineering control over her.