Turning Contest: A Mormon Visit

Turning Contest: A Mormon Visit

Summary: Two Mormon girls visit and get seduced.

All characters in sexual situations are 18 years of age and older.

Thanks to hfernandez1983 for the story idea suggestion.

Thanks to Small_Island for editing and to OhDave1 and Shuj for proofreading.

THE TURNING CONTEST is a week-long competition between five MILF best friends over who can turn more straight teens, college girls and women.

The prize: The winner gets a weekend with the other four women's 18-year-old daughters.

Although each story definitely stands on its own, this is the twenty-fourth seduction scene. Here is a quick refresher of what has happened so far.

1. Turning Contest: A Beautiful Blonde, in which seductress VERONICA STONE seduces a teen in her clothing store.

2. Turning Contest: A Cute Maid, in which reluctant seductress (she is more a submissive) and rich wife CAROL WHITE seduces and dominates her temporary maid.

3. Turning Contest: A Delicious Model, in which seductress and casting agent PORTIA JAMES seduces a cute 19-year-old model who is auditioning for a part in the new Matt Damon movie.

4. Turning Contest: A Desperate Asian, in which black professor CRYSTAL WATSON seduces a shy Japanese student in her office.

5. Turning Contest: A Dominated Thief, in which store owner VERONICA STONE molests an 18-year-old who tried to steal from her store.

6. Turning Contest: A Drunk Bday Girl, in which married seductress JASMINE JONES molests, seduces and fucks a 21-year-old birthday girl at a club.

7. Turning Contest: A Drunk Bride 2 Be, in which JASMINE JONES continues her night at the club by seducing a friend of the birthday girl as well as a bride-to-be at her bachelorette party.

8. Turning Contest: A Edible Waitress, in which CRYSTAL WATSON seduces a cute, big breasted, 18-year-old waitress at an open-all-night diner.

9. Turning Contest: A Fashionable Cutie, in which PORTIA JAMES seduces a cute Victoria's Secret saleswoman in a change room.

10. Turning Contest: A Fateful Birthday, in which CAROL WHITE seduces a chubby girl at the beach and doubles down on a peeping Belle.

11. Turning Contest: A Former Student, in which CRYSTAL WATSON bumps into a former student, goes back to her place and seduces her slyly.

12. Turning Contest: A Friend in Need, in which PORTIA JAMES seduces, somewhat by accident, her good friend who just caught her husband sucking cock in her kitchen.

13. Turning Contest: A Friend of Amy's, in which VERONICA STONE gets her third turn with a surprisingly quirky nerd with the assistance of her first seduction (turn 1: A Beautiful Blonde).

14. Turning Contest: A Girl Guide's Sis, in which JASMINE JONES seduces an 18-year-old selling cookies for her younger sister and who just happens to be her own daughter's cross-town rival.

15. Turning Contest: A Hit & Lick, in which CRYSTAL WATSON is hit from behind at a red light by a teen girl and uses the opportunity to get not one, but two turns seducing the nerdish driver and her Muslim friend.

16. Turning Contest: A Kinky Cuckquean, in which VERONICA STONE catches two teens having sex in one of her dressing rooms and uses it to blackmail them into submitting sexually to her.

17. Turning Contest: A Kismet Encounter, in which CRYSTAL WATSON bumps into her daughter's grade three teacher in line at a coffee shop and brings her home for a sweet seduction.

18. Turning Contest: A Lick for a Raise, in which VERONICA STONE turns a good employee who may be trying to blackmail her, into a pussy licking and strap-on taking pet.

19. Turning Contest: A Lick Shop, in which PORTIA JAMES seduces and turns a mother and daughter individually at a fancy dress shop.

20. Turning Contest: A Lift, in which PORTIA JAMES picks up and turns an elderly woman stranded on the side of the road.

21. Turning Contest: A Maître D, in which PORTIA JAMES continues her hot streak seducing a young southern belle at a five-star restaurant.

22. Turning Contest: A Makeover, in which CRYSTAL WATSON with her daughter's help seduces a shy nerd using vegetables as an appetizer.

23. Turning Contest: A Mommy Fantasy, in which CAROL WHITE meets up with a young stranger to role-play a wicked Mommy lesbian fantasy.

Turning Contest: A Mormon Visit

Veronica got out of the shower and immediately checked the scoreboard on her phone on the counter and almost lost it.

Score at 7:47 PM on Saturday:

Scorecard:

Crystal: 7

Portia: 7

Veronica: 5

Jasmine: 4

Carol: 3

"What the fuck?" she cursed, seeing she was all alone in third and two turns behind. This was unacceptable. She knew this would be a battle, but she thought five already was a damn good start, but seeing Portia erupt with a whole bunch was concerning.

She threw on her robe and headed to her bedroom. She needed a plan to get more turns tonight. She was grabbing a pair of panties when the doorbell rang.

"Damn!" she snapped and began to step into the undies to be at least a little bit better armored before finding out who was bothering her this time of night on a weekend. But her irritation over falling behind in the contest had her Irish up and she tossed the panties on the bed and stalked downstairs to get the door. Peeking through the peep hole she was surprised to see two girls. They both looked to be late high school or early college age and were both in conservative blouses and wearing name tags. If they hadn't been girls, Veronica would have assumed they were Mormon missionaries. While she couldn't tell who they were, she could see that both were pretty and looked very sweet and innocent. The anger at the interruption instantly changed to interest as she wondered if maybe there was a turn right there on her front porch, perhaps even a double turn.

So, the redhead gave her head and body a shake to turn her demeanor from bitchy to welcoming, opened the door and greeted warmly, "Hello."

The blonde half of the pair said, "Hello," with a sunny smile, then asked, "Are you familiar with The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints?"

Veronica was surprised, they were Mormons. As far as she knew only men would go door to door proselytizing. She was authentically curious about that and even more so about the two girls, who were almost certainly virgins in every possible way and perfect turn candidates. Sure, it would likely be a lot more challenging than other turns, but they both looked worth the effort. She replied to the blonde's question with, "A little, but I didn't know women could be missionaries."

The All-American beauty replied, "Oh, that is a myth, women have been missionaries for a long time. The only difference is that men can start their missionary work at eighteen, while we have to wait until nineteen, like we both are now."

"I see," Veronica said, checking out her potential quarry, both in semi-long skirts, with pantyhose and flat shoes.

"Do you have to wear pantyhose in this heat?" Veronica asked, then added, reading the blonde's name tag, "Sister Aria."

"While some of the LDS congregations have changed their policy regarding pantyhose during missions and church services, ours is not one of them," Aria said, feeling quite sweaty after a long day of doing the Lord's work. It was a bone of contention among some of the younger women in their congregation.

"I see," Veronica nodded. "I'm assuming that was a male-made decision."

"You're probably right," Aria agreed with a small grin, using the light moment to create common ground with this woman, which her training had taught her could keep the door open so she might have the chance to really have some impact on this woman's life and spirit. "By the way, as you already noticed, I am Sister Aria, and this is Sister Danica."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, my name is Veronica." The red-headed MILF smiled warmly, extending her hand first to Aria and then to Danica.

"Nice to meet you too," Aria said, again speaking for the two of them.

"Does your sister talk?" Veronica asked, seeing the brunette looking very shy.

"Today is her first day of missionary work," Aria explained.

"Don't worry," Veronica said, purposely being corny, "I don't bite." Although that would be a lie.

Aria laughed, perhaps a little too fake, but it had been a long day of rejection and even some personal attacks and this woman seemed very nice and pleasant. "In fact, we are doing some work in the community about people's view of work and home balance and we would love to have a few minutes of your time to get your input."

"Sure, why not?" Veronica said, after a brief hesitation, wanting to make it look like she wasn't too eager to allow these two ripe young women into her home.

"May we just step inside?" Aria asked, having been trained that if they got this far, to be a little more forward. According to the Elders who had mentored them, you actually allowed yourself in at this point, but neither she nor Danica were remotely that brazen.

"Of course, please come inside and get out of that heat," Veronica offered generously, moving aside to allow both to enter her home.

The girls took their flats off revealing neither had painted toenails as she suspected.

Veronica led them into the living room and the two girls sat beside each other on a loveseat while Veronica sat across from them on the sofa. She said, "Sorry for my casual attire, but you caught me just getting out of the shower."

"We're sorry for catching you at a bad time," Aria said, "but we're happy you were courteous enough to answer and invite us in."

"My pleasure," Veronica said, sure the two wouldn't catch on to the real meaning of those two words. She looked at Danica who still hadn't spoken but sensed was admiring her. Could Danica be a lesbian? Was that allowed in the Mormon world? "But I have a few questions I'm curious about. May I go first?"

"Of course, ma'am," Aria replied.

"Please, call me Veronica, people call my mom ma'am," Veronica warmly said, although it was true she didn't like the term.

"Of course, Veronica, what is your first question?"

"What is with your dress code? I mean you dress substantially differently from the other girls in the neighbourhood your age or who shop at my store."

"We do have a somewhat strict dress code, although not as strict as it used to be. One that emphasizes modesty in all aspects of appearance," Aria explained.

"So, the Mormon God wants you to dress boring?"

Aria laughed, "Not boring, well, okay, perhaps it is a little boring. We are supposed to have our shoulders, chest and knees covered and not wear anything that is too tight or revealing."

"Well, what fun is that?" Veronica joked.

"Our mission is to help others find God," Danica spoke for the first time. "Dressing modestly helps keep the focus on that message instead of on us." She had been nervous all day but now felt extra nervous because she found this woman absolutely beautiful. No one, not a single soul, not even her sister Aria had any clue that she was only attracted to girls.

"She speaks," Veronica smiled. "But my question is, when do you have fun?"

"Missionary days are lots of fun, spreading the word and helping others," Aria explained.

"Is that true, Danica?" Veronica asked, seeing the brunette as the weak one here. "Are you having fun today?"

Danica paused, not wanting to say anything negative but also not wanting to lie. Truth be told, she'd only come on the mission due to family tradition backed by the nagging of her mother. And the many negative reactions they'd had so far could end up making her hate this completely. She went with a piece of truth. "It's been very rewarding when we've been able to help someone open themselves up to allowing Jesus into their life." Then she couldn't stop herself from adding, "I just wish that happened more often, a lot of people just aren't very nice."

"That doesn't sound like a ringing endorsement," Veronica said as she stood up. "I have a few more questions and then I'll also answer yours. Can I get you sisters a drink?"

"A water would be heavenly," Aria answered.

"Heavenly," Veronica smiled, "you are too cute. I'll be right back," she said, thinking it would really be heavenly to help them discover the joys their God had created in their young, ripe bodies.

As she poured two glasses of water and then a glass of wine for herself, she could faintly hear Aria scolding Danica.

"You can't say you don't like doing missionary work, it's one of our core purposes."

"Sorry, I can't lie," Danica said, although her whole life was a lie. The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints' rules were full of confusing contradictions, like the fact they distinguished between same-sex attraction and same-sex behaviour. While having attraction for someone with the same gender as you was not a sin, acting on it in any real way was.

"I don't want you to lie," Aria replied. "But when you answer like that you hinder the message from the Lord."

"Sorry," Danica sighed, wishing this day would be over.

Veronica returned and as she placed the glasses of water down, she said, "I'm sorry for eavesdropping, but I could hear you from the kitchen. I don't think God wants you to lie about who you really are either."

As Veronica said this, she stared at Danica, sensing that she was holding something back, that perhaps she had questions about her sexuality.

"Yes, Veronica, you are right," Aria nodded, trying to pacify the woman so she could continue to do God's work. Or perhaps even start since they hadn't got on script yet.

"I'll be right back, I just need to get dressed," Veronica said, although her plan for getting dressed was going to be very unorthodox.

While in her bedroom, she checked her phone and sighed. There has been another update. Luckily, it was only Carol who she didn't take as a serious threat, but still. She grabbed a black thong, black thigh highs, a leather skirt, and a white blouse... leaving the bra on the bed. At the last second, she grabbed a garter belt, not that it was needed for thigh high stockings, but to add to the seduction by getting the girls, likely Danica, involved.

Score at 7:53 PM on Saturday:

Scorecard:

Crystal: 7

Portia: 7

Veronica: 5

Carol:4

Jasmine: 4

After their hostess left, both girls drank over half the water. Danica, getting just a little more comfortable and gaining a little confidence from Veronica's words, said, "Why haven't any of our older sisters fought to get the dress code changed like others have?"

"I don't know," Aria said. "But it isn't our place to question any of our elders."

"But all I ever want to do is question our elders," Danica said, finally beginning to reveal just a smidge of her truth.

"Danica!"

"I'm serious," Danica said, on a bit of a roll, "things need to change. These male-dominated rules and the rigid hierarchy are old fashioned, outdated and sexist."

"Danica, we can have this talk at another time," Aria said sternly, "right now we have the Lord's work to do."

"The entire society is outdated and sexist," Veronica said, returning still in her robe, with her clothes in her hand.

"Sorry, you had to hear that, ma'am," Aria apologized. "It's been a long day."

"But nothing Danica said is wrong," Veronica continued, this olive branch perfect to open up their minds to liberation... both sexually and for the growing feminine movement.

"Thank you, Veronica," Danica said, "but Sister Aria is correct, this wasn't the place to have this conversation."

"I disagree," Veronica said, as she sat down, "this is the perfect place. So, my next question, one that may make you a little uncomfortable, is, what is the church's view on lesbianism?"

Danica's eyes went wide and in a heartbeat Veronica knew this young lady was a lesbian or very, very curious.

"While it's not a sin to be attracted to someone of the same sex, it is a sin to act on it," Aria explained.

"Isn't that incredibly contradictory?" Veronica asked as she reached for a black thigh high stocking. She was going to tempt the fuck out of these two girls, especially Danica.

"They are still trying to work out their views in this ever-changing world," Aria explained.

"Whose views? Men's? Elders'? Are women equally involved in these conversations and decisions?" Veronica asked as she rolled a stocking up and prepared to put it on... about to do the opposite of a strip tease but with, she hoped, a similar impact: lust.

"I was thinking the same thing," Danica said, this woman saying more than any of her veteran sisters.

"Danica!"

Veronica began slowly rolling the stocking up her leg knowing it was a sensual act and one she hoped would tease both of them, but definitely Danica who she was confident was lesbian curious. "Don't scold her. She is speaking her mind. It's something every woman has to be brave enough to do."

"Sorry, Veronica," Aria said, perplexed as to why the woman was getting dressed right in front of them and a little distracted. "We do perhaps have a slightly rigid protocol."

"Slightly?" Danica scoffed, even as her eyes were fixed on the woman putting the nylons on. She couldn't explain it, but it was very erotic.

"Danica, what has gotten into you?" Aria asked. Danica was always so soft-spoken and submissive like a good Mormon. If anything, she was the wild one.

"Nothing, sorry," Danica apologized, although her eyes were transfixed on the nylon going up the older woman's leg.

"I'm the one who's sorry," Veronica apologized too, as she extended her leg fully and aimed her silky sole directly towards Danica as she finished pulling the lace top thigh high onto her thigh, "I didn't mean to stir anything up. But, if I am hearing correctly, you can be attracted to someone of the same sex, but it only becomes a sin if you act on it?"

"Yes, that is correct," Aria said, looking at the pantyhose that apparently were not pantyhose.

"So, in the Mormon faith, you can be your true self inside your mind, but if you try to live as your true self, it's considered a sin?" Veronica asked as she wiggled her toes briefly before moving her foot back down.

"Yes," Danica said, disappointed to see the foot disappear. She had never considered a woman's legs or feet to be a sexual thing, but at the moment she did. Also, these were clearly not pantyhose, but some other kind of nylon and that intrigued her.

"No, it's not like that at all," Aria interjected, hating when non-Mormons spun their beliefs in a different way.

"Yes, it is exactly that," Danica said, annoyed that Aria didn't see it that way.

"There is temptation everywhere and same-sex relationships are another temptation and a test of faith," Aria explained.

"Do you believe that, Danica?" Veronica asked.

"I'm not sure anymore," Danica admitted as she watched the woman begin to put on the second nylon. She hadn't registered the brightly red painted toenails before, but she did this time; they really did make the woman's foot even more enticing. And when she pulled the stocking over the cute digits, the color was still visible through the sheer material.

"Danica!" Aria said yet again, continuing to be surprised by her lack of respect for her faith.

"I don't mean to divide you two or question your own faith," Veronica said, although that was exactly what she was trying to do, having questioned religion her whole life with its old-fashioned values and male-dominated hierarchy. "But having old men decide how young girls should live their lives seems rather ridiculous to me."

Aria was getting frustrated with the conversation and also unsettled by how mesmerizing it was to watch the slender fingers unroll the dark, silky material up over the smooth, pale skin. She gave herself a mental shake and said, "I think perhaps we have taken up too much of your time."

"You don't want to share the gospel with me?" Veronica asked, enjoying the glint of humour in Danica's eyes and the slight frustration in Aria's. These two girls were very different, but both were possible turns and Danica was an almost sure thing if she could keep her here, especially if she could keep her here without Aria.

"Yes, yes we do," Aria said.

"You know, I did used to go to church every Sunday, my best friend was a minister's daughter," Veronica explained, as she slowly slithered the second stocking up her leg in the most erotic and hypnotic way she could. She knew she had Danica in a lustful trance and the girl was obviously captivated by her.

"So, you understand the importance of the Lord and his word?" Aria said.

"I understand the Bible is a good book to live by," Veronica said, as she stood up, ostensibly to finish pulling up her second stocking, but really to model her shapely legs in their sexy coverings. Her robe ended mid-thigh, so the two seated women had a straight-on view of the strong lines and soft curves of her pin-up quality gams. The seductress continued with, "But it does have some rather contradictory messaging and its treatment of man and woman as equal is not really lived the way it is described."

"What contradictions?" Aria asked, having always been trained to defend the Lord's words against non-believers. Yet, she couldn't tell just yet if this woman was a believer or not.

"Well, the rules of the Sabbath for example," Veronica said, "and bear with me if I don't word them right, it has been some time since I read the Bible. But in Exodus it says, Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it holy."

"Exodus 20:8," Aria added the details.

"Yes, exactly," Veronica nodded, as she bent over to take up the garter belt from the pile of clothes on the sofa, "but in Romans 14, I believe the Bible makes this clear guideline an option, it says something like, 'One man esteemeth one day above another: another esteemeth every day alike. Let every man be fully persuaded in his own mind'."

Aria hated that Veronica was correct, but said, "Perhaps, but true followers follow the Sabbath."

"But can't I make up my own mind and do as I please on the Sabbath and still be seen as a loyal follower of the Lord?" Veronica asked, as she loosened the tie of her robe and opened it a bit, although not yet enough to reveal her firm tits or shaved pussy.

"Not in The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints," Aria answered.

"Well, that is a little rigid and contradictory, is it not?" Veronica asked. "Regardless," she said, not wanting to get Aria so mad she left before she could plant all the seeds of seduction and see them come to fruition... Danica, Veronica's Eve. "How about Genesis vs John and seeing God?"

"How so?" Aria asked. Although annoyed by this woman, she was impressed with her knowledge of the Bible, very few women today knew any of it.

"Well, has he been seen or not?" Veronica asked as she finished opening her robe in order that she might be seen. "Genesis says he has been seen face to face, while John says no man has ever seen him. How can both be true?"

"Ma'am. What are you doing?" Aria asked, stunned to see the woman open her robe and expose her naked body to them, well, naked except for those sheer, black stockings that looked so arresting on the redhead's pale form.

Danica's eyes went wide but in an intrigued, excited way.

"Girls, there is nothing wrong with seeing another woman naked. God created us and we are all equal creatures of the Lord regardless of our differences. You have been taught that He also clothed us after the original sin made us aware of our nakedness. But do you actually think God would want His lovely creatures He created to hide themselves with clothing?

"I believe instead that clothing is merely a man-made invention designed to help us deal with harsher climates as we spread across the globe. Since then, it has evolved to serve purposes like bright plumage on some birds, as a way for us to further enhance the beauty God blessed each of us with." She stood with legs spread and hands holding her robe open. "Can you see how my stockings serve to showcase the inherent beauty in a woman's naked limbs?"

Aria had never heard this logic. True, Adam and Eve were born completely naked and yet the Lord had also caused them to be clothed after their fall from grace. But this woman's words felt true, clothing was a man-made invention, exercising their God-given cleverness, rather than a lasting mark of shame issued by a theoretically loving and forgiving God. She wasn't sure how to answer this.

Danica couldn't stop staring no matter how hard she tried. She was having no trouble absorbing how the striking woman's feminine attributes had been elevated by the simple addition of two flimsy pieces of material.

Veronica on a roll put the garter belt on as she slyly smiled at Danica admiring her although the brunette finally turned away and her cheeks burned red. Veronica didn't wait for an answer as she continued, "I could go on and on, from the concept of Human Sacrifice that differs in Leviticus and Judges, the crazy debate of circumcising where Genesis makes it clear men must have it done, while Galatians stresses Christ will be of no advantage to you if you get it done. Not to mention the wild polar opposite pieces of resurrecting the dead where Job says, 'he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no more,' while John says, 'the hour is coming, in which all that are in the graves shall hear his voice, and shall come forth...."

"Yes, that last one is defended by the concept that the day will come when the Lord shall come and gather all his loyal disciples living or dead," Aria defended, even though she was getting overwhelmed by these fair challenges to the book she thought she knew inside and out.

Veronica walked over to Danica sitting dazed on the love seat and asked, "Would you be a dear and place these clasps on my stocking tops? I'm afraid I have some early-onset arthritis in my hands," she lied, "that sometimes makes this a challenging task."

"Um, sure," Danica said, as suddenly the woman's vagina was right in front of her, and she finally registered that it had no hair on it. How was that even possible? Also, the vagina had a slight wetness to it.

"Danica, you don't have to do that!" Aria said, standing up. Danica, meanwhile, was already grasping the first clasp as she studied their layout and tried to determine how the complicated-looking contraption went together.

"Wait," Veronica said, in a firm tone, holding up one palm to Aria. "Sit down. I invited you into my home to hear about the gospel and we are not done. I still have more questions, and you have not offered me any real answers."

Aria felt her cheeks go red, but she sat down, her eyes drawn irresistibly to the movements of Danica's hands as her brunette companion took the strap hanging down in front of Veronica's left thigh and connected it in a straight line to the top of that stocking.

"Thank you," Veronica said, soothingly as Danica put the first clasp of six on. "Explain to me the ultimate power of God contradiction where in Matthew 19:26 he said, 'with God all things are possible,' while in Judges it says, 'The LORD was with Judah; and he drave out the inhabitants of the mountain; but could not drive out the inhabitants of the valley, because they had chariots of iron.' If he is all-powerful, why can't he drive out the inhabitants of the valley?"

"God allows us to make choices," Aria explained. "He allows men to discover their own course."

"Ah, and there is perhaps the biggest contradiction of all," the older woman said. "You say God allows us to make our own choices, to choose our own course, basically, that he's given us free will. But how does that jibe with an all-knowing God who has a distinct plan for each and every one of us?

"But let's stay with what you said for now, I mean, you are visiting people to try and help them make better choices with their free will, right? Or actually, what you said was, that men are free to discover their own course. But why doesn't He allow that same courtesy to women, why are we relegated to following the choices of men who think of us as chattel? That, Aria, is my biggest frustration with the bible, with organized religion in general. The lack of representation of women's voices, followers' blind faith in picking and choosing what is best for their narrative, and the constant contradictions. I mean, don't even get me started on the whole eye for an eye thing, while we're also supposed to turn the other cheek."

Aria and Veronica both stood silent after the temptress's rant. Aria from the barrage of unanswerable questions and Veronica from surprise at her own vehemence.

Danica, however, found herself in even more awe of this amazing woman. Finishing securing the second clasp at the outside of the naked woman's left thigh, the scent of the woman's vagina very subtle but drawing her in, she said, trying to be involved, "I've always wondered about the lack of female voices in the Bible."

"We know it was written by a bunch of nomads and while overall it's a good way to live life," Veronica continued in a less strident tone, "I wouldn't say it is a book to live by word for word... especially if you are a woman."

"I agree," Danica said, lifting her head to look into the woman's eyes but mostly registering her firm, beautiful breasts as she moved to the clasp hanging in front of her right thigh.

"Danica!" Aria gasped again, feeling oddly weird around this woman and uncomfortable with her state of dress, which was somehow even more provocative than mere nudity. "We really should get going," she said, desperate to remove them from the clear danger this Jezebel represented.

"Please don't," Veronica said, sounding purposely worried they would leave, "I'm really enjoying this conversation, and I get so few visitors."

"At least let me finish helping Veronica with these clasps," Danica said as she hooked up the fourth strap, on the outside of the woman's right thigh.

"Fine," Aria said, crossing her arms and sighing in a way that definitely wasn't fine.

Veronica shrugged out of her robe completely and tossed it aside. "This will make it easier to do the back clasps." She spun slowly around anticlockwise so that her naked ass was aimed first at Aria, seated on Danica's left, before ending up directly in the brunette's face. Both girls couldn't help but register that the butt of the woman twice their age was still as firm and round as either of their own.

"Yes, ma'am, this is perfect," Danica said dreamily, as she had to restrain herself from leaning forward to kiss the pale bottom framed so beautifully by the sexy nylons and naughty belt.

"You're naked!" Aria gasped.

"Just as the Lord originally meant us to be," Veronica responded casually.

"Not like this," Aria replied exasperated, bewildered by this surreal situation.

Ignoring that, Veronica carried on steamrolling the poor, devout missionary. "The other issue with the Bible is the blunt assertion that a woman should just be a submissive to her husband," she said.

"That is what the Lord wanted."

"Or was that what the men who wrote this wanted, calling it the word of God to keep the thousands of years of female oppression going?" Veronica questioned. "It's been centuries and even though we have a Bill of Rights and a World Charter, men and women are still not treated as equals."

"Each has their own purpose."

"You don't actually believe that, do you?" Veronica asked, twisting at the waist to look back at Danica.

"No, ma'am, I don't," Danica answered, "it's always been my biggest issue with my faith and our congregation."

"Danica, we are leaving now," Aria ordered, again standing up.

"No, I'm not," Danica responded defiantly, "I am enjoying having this conversation."

"You see," Veronica said, facing front again and pooching out her bottom so its round globes really stood out to the girls' staring eyes, "you two are doing exactly what men want you to do. I say, fight. Can you imagine how powerful it would be if all women spoke with the same voice?"

"Yes," Danica said with excitement as she pulled the fifth strap tightly across the smooth buttock to clasp it to the stocking on Veronica's right leg.

The older woman was loving how her costume assistant's hands brushed across her bare ass, probably unconsciously on the girl's part. But she worked to keep her mind focused on the discussion, still hoping to bring the blonde over to her side as well. "My favourite quote from the entire Bible is from Thessalonians 5:11, as it is one of the few that can be used to unite women and start a movement. 'Therefore encourage one another and build each other up, just as in fact I'm trying to do for you.'" Veronica slightly paraphrasing the ending for her own purpose.

"That isn't about women," Aria said, still standing.

"It can be interpreted by readers however they choose to do so," Veronica corrected. "As you see your role as one to guide others to the Lord, I see mine as to guide women to their true calling."

"And what is that?" Aria asked, wanting to storm out, but not wanting to leave Danica alone here. Plus, sisters looked after sisters and Danica was being brainwashed by this devious woman who spun the great Lord's words for her own mischievous aims.

Having finished the fifth one, Danica moved her hands slowly to the woman's other cheek, subtly dragging her fingertips over the smooth, soft skin. She was completely captivated by this woman. Her body was feeling things it had never really felt before, or at least never to this extreme level of intensity. Her vagina was burning and she even felt a little wetness leak out of her.

"To help women speak up for their true selves," Veronica said. "Since the Bible has handcuffed women for centuries."

"It has not handcuffed women," Aria said, although deep down she felt this woman was speaking some truths.

Feeling that Danica had connected the last strap, Veronica again spun slowly around and posed, with legs spread a bit to let her turn candidates take in the full effect, while continuing with her introduction to Women's Truth 101. "I helped the reverend's daughter find her truth amidst the plethora of lies in the Bible and the cruelty of man," Veronica said, which was a true story from her senior year of high school. She then looked down directly at Danica, "And I can do the same for you."

"Please do," Danica said, looking up at this beautiful, engaging woman.

"And how did you do that?" Aria demanded, trying to break the woman's spell over her companion.

"Watch," Veronica said to Aria and then reached down to Danica and pulled her up onto her feet. Taking the risk, she leaned forward and kissed the dark-haired young beauty.

Danica's eyes went wide as the first pair of lips to ever touch hers sexually, romantically, belonged to a beautiful older woman.

"Danica!" Aria gasped, reaching out and pulling Danica away.

Veronica knew she was in a precarious position and thought perhaps she should have waited a little longer, but she had great instincts and sensed the time was now. She asked, taking Danica's left hand, "You are a lesbian, aren't you, Danica?"

"I-I-I don't know," she stammered, being literally torn two ways by two opposing women and two different viewpoints.

"Now, Danica, we need to go now," Aria urged.

"You can go and continue living this rigid life where no one knows the real you," Veronica said, seeing the confusion in the brunette's eyes... and seeing just how lost she was. This was no longer just a turn for the competition, but a turn to allow a woman to speak her truth. "Or you can stay and we can discover the real you and your real truth."

"I don't know my real truth," Danica said, looking at her sister and then back to this wise woman.

"Danica, don't let Satan enter your soul," Aria stressed, desperate to save her sister.

"Satan?" Danica asked, this annoying her.

"I am not Satan and your feelings are not coming from Satan," Veronica said, the rigid sister helping her by being so extreme. "They are natural and come from the heart."

"Sorry, I didn't mean Satan, sister," Aria said, softening her tone. "You're just not thinking straight."

"Do you want to kiss me again, Danica?" Veronica asked, looking softly into her eyes.

Danica desperately did. The brief intimacy had warmed her entire being and although she knew it was wrong, at least according to her sexist, fear-mongering faith, it had felt so right. She looked at Aria, and replied, as she tugged her hand away, "Sorry, Sister, but I need to do this."

"No, you don't," Aria said, just as Danica leaned towards the older woman and kissed her.

Veronica pulled the nineteen-year-old close against her body, wrapped her arms around her and enveloped her in a safe, sweet cocoon.

"Danica, you need to come with me right now," Aria said, watching her sister sin and feeling helpless to do anything.

"Or you can stay here and I'll help you discover your true sensual self," Veronica said, breaking the kiss and looking into her eyes.

Ignoring Aria, Danica said, in a soft whisper, "Please show me."

"You may stay and watch or leave," Veronica offered Aria, although she was pretty sure one of the missionaries' cardinal rules was to always be in twos.

"I can't leave," Aria said, wishing she was allowed to bring their cellphones so she could call for guidance, for help. "I must stay with her."

"As you wish," Veronica smiled, as she moved her left hand to her own pussy and slid two fingers inside. She pumped them for just a few seconds while resuming kissing the sweet girl. She then pulled them out and moved them to Danica's lips, "Here my pretty girl, taste what the Lord created."

Danica opened her mouth as Aria screamed, "Don't do it! Those were in her vagina!"

Danica saw the wetness on the fingers and ignored Aria's screeching voice as she obediently opened her mouth.

"Good girl," the red-headed seductress purred, as she slid her wet fingers into the teen's mouth.

"Oh, my God!" Aria said, frustrated, and then realized she'd used the Lord's name in vain.

Danica couldn't believe what was happening or just how amazing the taste was as she first used her tongue to tentatively lick off the woman's bodily fluids, then tightened her lips around the slender digits and began to suck with vigor.

As Veronica watched the pretty girl suck on her fingers and extract all her sweet juices, she said to Aria, "Do you realize that the Lord gifted women with this exotic taste that can't be made any other way than through vaginal stimulation?"

"It's an internal lubricant, meant to assist a man and woman as they consecrate their marriage and work to build a family, it's not to be tasted," Aria countered.

"If it's just a natural lubricant, why did the Lord give it one of, if not the most exquisite, unique tastes in the world? And why make it only available through a woman's sexual excitement if he did not mean for women to enjoy sex and for both men and women to engage in more than just intercourse as they seek to please each other?" Veronica withdrew her fingers from the teen's mouth. "Want more, honey?" she asked.

"Yes, please," Danica instantly replied, without a moment of hesitation. All the words this woman was saying made sense to her.

"That taste is meant for a man," Aria explained, as she watched the woman take Danica's hands in hers and rotate the two of them 180 degrees, so the loveseat was now at Veronica's back. "It's for a woman's husband alone," she almost pleaded as the agent of the Devil sat down at the edge of the sofa and spread her legs, causing the naked gash at their apex to open obscenely.

Veronica made clear what she thought of restricting female ambrosia strictly to men. "Come here, Danica, come discover what heaven tastes like directly from the source where He created it."

"Heaven," Danica sighed quietly, kneeling between the woman's spread legs.

"Danica, don't," Aria said, "you will be sinning."

"I can't live this way any longer, Aria," Danica said, as she placed her hands on her earthly savior's knees but looked up at Aria. "I've known I'm a lesbian for some time now, and I've been in love with you for even longer, but if I have to leave the church to be who I really am, then so be it."

"You love me?" Aria asked, stunned by the declaration.

"I'm completely in love with you," Danica said, "but the torture of not being able to reveal my feelings or act on them in any way has made me miserable for way too long." Feeling her heart breaking, and feeling her mood of desire also fading, she turned to Veronica and buried her face in the wet vagina before she could change her mind.

Veronica was surprised by the sudden turn and saw now a new, different, far more confused look in Aria's eyes. The girl had obviously never once considered such a possibility as her long-time friend being in love with her - that way. Yet, at this moment she was. The red-headed MILF saw a clearer path to turning, and in her mind saving, both of these young women. "That's it, Danica, share the special love between women with me. I know you've dreamed of kissing a woman's most private parts, now indulge yourself, knowing it's no sin, merely the truth of your God-given nature."

Even more than most first-timers, the girl was tentative. Veronica realized it likely came from not even having much knowledge of her own body's pleasure points if masturbation had also been preached against. She thrust outwards a bit and swiveled her hips, pressing harder against the teen's face. "Yes, that's it, Danica, kiss and lick me all over. Explore me as you've dreamed of, I hope it's all you imagined."

"So good," Danica replied, mesmerized by the flavor that was, like Veronica had proclaimed, unlike anything else she had ever tasted.

"It would be even better if I hadn't just showered and washed away all the natural feminine juices of the day," Veronica added, always preferring to eat a pussy after a full day's marinade over one fresh out of the shower, though she would certainly never turn one down.

"I can't imagine a better taste than this," Danica said, as she felt her body burning with desire. Somehow, licking another woman was making her own vagina tingle and dampen.

Aria watched in what was a tornado of confusion. Part of her knew this was wrong and Danica had already crossed the line of no return; part of her was processing the shocking reality that her best sister was in love with her; part of her was struggling to understand the feelings growing inside of her own body as her vagina was feeling different than it had ever felt before.

"Do Mormon sisters masturbate?" Veronica asked, seeing the confusion in Aria's face that further hinted a second turn was still possible. The blonde's strong condemnation had at first made her assume a double turn was not a possibility, but now she wondered... could she even get these two sisters to explore their feelings for each other? It was obvious Aria cared for Danica; it just was less obvious if she would cross the line the way her fellow sister was currently doing.

"No, it's a sin," Aria answered. "It leads you to become so focused on your own self-pleasure that you cannot properly focus on and take pleasure from your husband or wife, thus stealing from the sanctity of your marriage."

Veronica mentally paused and gave the Elders their due, what the girl said could come true in a marriage without open communication. But in the majority, it was just another way to keep followers, especially women, restricted.

"Tell me," she asked the blonde, "did Satan put lust and desire into our bodies, did he corrupt God's work?"

"Of course not!" exclaimed the missionary. "Satan could not pollute God's work, he can only tempt us to follow unrighteous paths."

"So, the pleasure I feel from what Danica is doing to me, the joy she is obviously feeling in exploring me intimately, and those strange, tingly feelings you yourself are feeling right now in your groin and breasts were all put there by God and thus are all part of his plan for us."

Danica just kept licking, she couldn't be bothered to interject in a conversation that would just annoy her, but she was happy to hear that Veronica was enjoying her ministrations. And the woman was absolutely correct about Danica's own joy, she didn't want to stop licking for even a second. She didn't know what would happen the minute she left this house, but she knew she couldn't go back to the denial of her true self anymore.

Aria's mouth dropped open, embarrassed that the woman knew about the butterflies in her tummy, or perhaps they were lightning bugs, because they kept sending shocks to her clitoris and nipples, just as Veronica described. Still, she tried for a rejoinder, to fight back against the sin that was coming for them. However, before she could articulate anything sensible, Veronica held up a palm and continued.

"I will grant you that some people can be overcome by the pursuit of their desires, but that is not the automatic response of the vast majority. What I see instead, is that God has given us bodies capable of feeling and delivering so much pleasure, yet long-dead men whose goal was to form a new religion, in the worldly circumstances of the time, made rules that said these God-given abilities were to be denied unless in service of growing the numbers of the faithful." Men's religions really could be fucked up, Veronica thought, as she often had. Their grasp for power over people had started wars over it, led to countries hating each other over it, caused laws to be passed with a punishment of death if broken, all while professing that, Thou shalt not kill.

"It's pleasure that is meant for when you are married," Aria said, clinging desperately to her catechisms. "Seeking it out alone leads to a hollowing of the spirit, while sharing it with your life partner strengthens your bond and enriches your shared spirituality."

Again, Veronica believed part of what the girl said was true, just as she believed there was a God, how else could you explain this crazy, beautiful world? However, the parts of organized religions that taught He had created feminine bodies for the sole purpose of succoring men and carrying babies, just didn't wash with women being fully realized humans of their own accord.

"Yes," she said, "sex with a partner, man or woman, who cares about your needs is more fulfilling than masturbation. But masturbation is a wonderful way for a young person to learn about her own sexuality without having to take on partners before she is really ready, and it remains a wonderful outlet for our passions throughout our lives.

"I think that those who wrote the so-called scriptures and the thousands of men since then continue to want you to limit yourself only to the pleasures that they bring you as another form of their control over you." She chuckled bitterly. "And they definitely don't want you to learn how bad so many of them are at fulfilling your pleasure except accidentally while pursuing their own."

Aria felt she finally understood Jesus's trials in the wilderness and quoted from the Church's Doctrine and Covenants. "He suffered temptations, but gave no heed to them," she said, all the while taking in the juicy sounds and enticing aroma emanating from the junction of Danica's mouth and the temptress's privates.

"So, you feel Danica is giving in to sin, giving in to evil, when she allows herself to partake of the pleasures that God himself has designed into our bodies?"

Aria could only nod, lips pressed grimly together as she took in the nipples standing so erect on the woman's firm breasts and struggled not to wish for Danica to adjust her head so that Aria could actually see her tongue making contact with the sinner's obviously dripping sex.

"You are talking like a green girl."

"A green girl?"

"Someone who isn't capable of thinking for herself," Veronica said, even as she moaned from the eager tongue of this virgin pussy licker.

"I can too!"

"Then do so," Veronica said. "Stop spewing the gospel written by men two thousand years ago and think like a woman of the twenty-first century."

"And how do I do that?"

"Answer me a few questions."

"Fine."

"Oh, that's it, Danica, right there," Veronica suddenly moaned, wanting to encourage her and to keep the lesbian act in the head of her next possible prey. "Sorry," she gasped at Aria, "your sister eats pussy very good for a first-timer."

"Thank you," Danica said, thrilled to get a compliment, those being sparse during her entire Mormon existence.

"So, what is the question?" Aria asked, her vagina still tingling beyond her control.

"Do you have any feelings for Danica?" Veronica asked.

"Of course, she is my sister," Aria replied.

"No, I mean do you have any romantic or sexual feelings for your sister as she has said she has for you?"

Aria froze. She had never once considered it, at least until Danica declared her love for her. That, mixed with the sinful lesbian act occurring right in front of her, had her very confused.

"Your lack of an answer is an answer," Veronica said, as Danica smiled at the conversation about her.

"No, it isn't," Aria corrected. "I'm just very overwhelmed right now."

"Because your mind has opened up to a whole new world, one where you don't have to be subservient to all men and your only real purpose is to marry one, have kids and become a domesticated housewife," Veronica accused, continuing to stir the pot.

"I don't know," Aria replied, so confused with all these mixed emotions spinning in her head.

"Is your pussy wet?" Veronica asked.

"Excuse me?"

"Is your pussy wet?" Veronica repeated. "It's a simple question. Either your pussy is wet, which is your body telling you that you are aroused at this moment, or you are as dry as the Sahara and that means none of this is turning you on."

"I do feel a little weird down there," Aria admitted, never one to lie and completely flustered by this sudden situation.

"Come over here," Veronica offered.

"I don't know," the hesitant young girl said, her body betraying her mind.

"Or just spread your legs a little and touch yourself," Veronica moaned, as Danica's tongue was really beginning to work her over good.

Danica listened intently but was also focused on continuing to lick this amazing-tasting vagina. She'd been trying to pay close attention to how Veronica responded to her various licks and kisses, and hearing the woman moan in direct response to a particular move on her part excited her further and sent pleasure chills through her entire body.

"That is wrong," Aria said in response to the obscene call and response between the two women, though in more of a whimper than a declaration.

"Say dead men and men trying to hold you down," Veronica stressed, repeating her mantra, knowing she was pushing this and then added, "You understand, Aria, I believe in God too. I'm a Christian. I just don't follow the dark Old Testament, nor do I believe I was born to be a submissive to a man."

"The Old Testament is dark," Aria nodded.

"So, come here. Come here and let me help you break the chains of repression you have lived with your entire life," Veronica offered gently, impressing herself with her ability to keep tying religion to the seduction. In truth, she wasn't lying, she believed in God, but other than weddings, baptisms and a funeral she hadn't entered a house of worship in years.

"I don't know," Aria said but felt herself shuffling closer.

"You need this, sister, you need to discover the truth and then you can make up your own mind," Veronica said.

"But what if I don't like it?" Aria asked, although she wasn't sure if she meant what her sister was currently doing which she was somewhat curious about or if she meant learning her entire faith was under male control for their purposes, not for God's. Yet, she moved right up next to the outside of one of the seductress's spread legs.

"Now let me see if you are wet," Veronica said. "Lift up your dress, my dear."

Danica wished she could see this, yet she wasn't going to move her head from this exact position and task until told to. So instead, she listened intently and began licking faster.

Aria, now completely captivated by this woman and being led by a fire inside her loins, lifted up her dress.

"Your sister's tongue has sped up its pace," Veronica moaned, as she moved her hand to the pantyhose and panty-clad pussy, "she must be excited for you to discover what she has already discovered. I see you too are excited. You are soaking wet."

"Ooooooh," Aria moaned, and her entire body twitched as her vagina was touched for the first time.

"Does this feel bad?" Veronica asked, as she gently rubbed the pussy through the two layers of clothing.

"Noooooo," Aria moaned, and admitted as her conflicting emotions continued the war inside her, "it feels very good. But that doesn't mean it's right."

"Do you really think the Lord would give you this gift of pleasure, but make it a sin, that he would torture us all like that?" Veronica asked, and this was a serious question she had for anyone who believed this. "The Lord created you to enjoy all aspects of life on earth and that includes sexual pleasure."

"That does make some sense," Aria acknowledged, wondering why there was so much fear-mongering over something that felt this good.

Veronica leaned forward a bit more, moved her hands to the girl's hips, and pulled the pantyhose and panties down to her knees, both exposing and hobbling her.

"What are you doing?" Aria asked, shocked to be suddenly half naked in front of the woman, but afraid to step away for fear of tripping and falling.

"Showing you the real pleasure only a woman can give another woman," Veronica said, as she moved her hands to the teen's ass, pulled her a little closer and awkwardly leaned in to lick the hairy pussy while still having hers licked.

"Oh my, oh my, oooooooh," Aria moaned loudly, and her eyes went wide, as the woman's tongue parted her vagina lips... instantly adding fuel to the fire burning in her loins.

Danica couldn't help but lift her head up to see what was happening right beside her. She couldn't see Aria's face, but she could see her vagina and Veronica's tongue licking it.

"Does that feel as amazing as it looks?" Danica asked in a thick voice. Even though her own vagina had not yet been touched, the sensations stirring inside had her horny even without contact.

"So wroooooong," Aria replied, but the long moan of pleasure and the fact she didn't move away and let this stranger continue to commit sin on her contradicted her weak words.

"I bet that feels so good," Danica said, watching the lesbian act right before her eyes.

"You want to taste your sister?" Veronica asked.

"Yes, please," Danica agreed excitedly.

Aria protested this as well, but again without taking any real action. Veronica, on the other hand, used her grip on the blonde girl's hips to rotate her to face Danica, while moving her extended leg from between the two. Meanwhile, the brunette rotated ninety degrees, knelt straight up and buried her face in her friend's hairy crotch, gripping the backs of her thighs for balance and leverage. Unlike Veronica's shaved pussy, with its smoothness and subtle aroma, the silky bush on this one was saturated with a strong, intoxicating scent that enveloped all her senses as she pressed in and began to lick... following the path through the abundance of pubic hair Veronica had already made for her.

"Danica," Aria groaned, "you shouldn't be doing this."

"Just let go and allow the pleasure the Lord has gifted you to come alive," the seductress said, as she stood up and watched the act for a moment. She then asked, "How does it feel?"

"I know I shouldn't like this, but it feels soooooo good," Aria admitted, looking at the devious redhead with a mixture of confusion and euphoria.

"Anything that feels this good can't be bad, can it?" Veronica asked.

"I don't know," Aria replied, wondering how this pleasure could be hidden from her all these years. Did her mom get this pleasure? Other women? Why did they hide it and call it sin?

Veronica pondered if this counted as two turns since she had only offered her pussy to Danica and licked Aria for a few precious life-changing seconds. She concluded it did, but to make sure there wasn't any controversy among her peers when they each shared their conquests, she decided she would fuck them both. She also felt that poor Danica needed to feel the thrill of an orgasm.

So as Aria was moaning louder, feeling such pleasure consume her, Veronica directed, "Both of you get out of your pantyhose and panties and lick each other."

"Will you lick me, Aria?" Danica asked, quickly standing up and getting out of her sweaty pantyhose and panties.

"Yes," Aria answered, seeing the lust in her sister's eyes and feeling that same lust consuming her. She wanted to taste her sister's pussy. She wanted to feel her sister's tongue back on her vagina. She wanted to explore this pleasure that had been forbidden her entire life.

Veronica watched the two get undressed in record time and drop to the floor. Without guidance, they moved onto their sides and buried their faces in each other's hairy, wet pussies.

Sensing she had time now, Veronica quickly went to her bedroom and scanned through her strap-on collection. The two beauties had her so worked up that she nearly grabbed her 10-inch meat cleaver, but then remembered she was dealing with two virgins who'd likely never even had their own fingers up inside their tight snatches. She picked out the same, slender, 6-inch molded toy she'd used to take her daughter's anal virginity and connected it to her harness.

As she re-entered the front room, she heard the girls giving in to their rapture.

"Ohhh, I love tasting you," Danica moaned, the taste so addicting.

"And I want to have you eating me all the time," Aria moaned, feeling this pleasure increasing through her. She couldn't believe how intense pleasure could be and in this lustful moment she didn't care about her faith or the consequences but only the pleasure.

Veronica sensed the girls were close and wanting to let them each give the other her first come, she hung back and watched the 69 from a distance as she tightened the harness around her waist. She realized she was by her phone in its charger and picked it up to check the scoreboard and saw there had not been a change. She smiled as she texted: Double turn but should count as three since they were Mormons going door to door.

She then updated the scoreboard, happy to see herself tied for first in what was turning into an epic week.

Score at 8:16 PM on Saturday:

Scorecard:

Crystal: 7

Portia: 7

Veronica: 7

Carol:4

Jasmine: 4

"Oh, my Lord!" Aria screamed, as her climax hit and she discovered for the first time ever the exhilarating rush of an orgasm.

Danica was surprised by the abundance of juices that squirted out of her sister all at once. She hungrily lapped it up as she felt her body burning uncontrollably. Twenty or thirty seconds later, she too screamed as her orgasm hit, "Oh my God!" She couldn't believe such pleasure could possibly exist as every part of her core being pulsated with intense euphoria.

Aria lapped up all the cum coming out of her sister in awe of how good doing something considered a sin was.

Veronica moved to the still-trembling-from-orgasm girls and ordered, "Both of you on all fours beside each other."

"Okay," Danica obeyed without hesitation, sitting up and seeing a penis jutting out from the woman's crotch.

"What is that?" Aria gasped, as she sat up.

"A cock to show you what else God has gifted you with," Veronica said.

"I can't do that," Aria said, "I'm saving myself for marriage."

"I can," Danica said, wanting more of this wicked pleasure that was fulfilling her.

"It's not a real cock, so I wouldn't be taking your actual virginity," Veronica said, which wasn't a lie technically, but a pretty good stretching of the truth.

"I don't think I can do that," Aria said, looking at the big, faux penis, big of course being a relative term based on experience, of which these girls had none.

"Up to you," Veronica shrugged, having already earned the double turns and now just having fun. Although she sensed once the blonde saw her sister taking it hard, she would willingly take it too. She moved behind the on-all-fours horny teen and asked, "Do you want me to fuck you, Danica?"

"Yes, please," Danica moaned, as she felt the penis rubbing between her vagina lips.

"I need you to say it, Danica," Veronica encouraged, "say the words. I want you to fuck me."

Danica had never once sworn. Ever. It was a sin. Yet, she didn't hesitate, as she begged, the penis teasing her relentlessly, "Please fuck me with your penis."

"My cock."

"Please fuck me with your big cock," Danica willingly rephrased.

"Danica!" Aria gasped, completely befuddled as her vagina continued to burn even after the surreal oral orgasm she had received from Sister Danica's tongue... she could feel new juices still leaking out of her.

"Fuck me and take my virginity, Veronica," Danica begged with lustful exuberance. "I need it so bad."

"As you wish," Veronica said, loving that she was awakening the sexual side of a girl who had never remotely experienced pleasure. And wanting to be sure that this was all pleasure for the ultra-virgin, she rubbed the shaft slowly, horizontally between the swelling labia to gather cum for lubrication and then teased the shaft agonizingly slowly inside the girl, inch by tight inch until the whole thing disappeared.

"Oh, myyyyyyyy," Danica moaned, as the sensation of having something inside her was even more intense than having her vagina licked.

"You like this big dick in your pussy?"

"Yes, I love your big dick in my pussy," the lustful teen moaned, using another bad word for the first time ever, but willing to say anything to have this fucking continue.

"Yes, this is what the Lord wants you to feel," Veronica said, as she smoothly fucked the no-longer-virgin teen.

"So good," Danica moaned. "You got to feel this, Aria. It's fucking heaven."

Aria had watched mesmerized as their corrupter had worked the toy, with its molded veins, in and out, going deeper with each slow thrust until her crotch was pressed tight against Danica's naked behind. She hadn't even realized when her own hand had moved to her vagina and begun rubbing and then working her fingers inside herself in rhythm with the older woman's slow deflowering of her companion. It was all so confusingly hot.

Veronica noticed and asked, "You sure you don't want any of this dick?"

"I don't know," Aria hesitated, her mind and body again conflicted.

"Get over here and get fucked," Danica wickedly ordered, so out of character, but wanting Aria to feel this all-consuming pleasure too.

"Yes, come and straddle your sister and get fucked," Veronica said, watching the girl struggling to stay true to her faith. Of course, her church would say she'd already fallen from grace after her lesbian act, but Veronica hoped to show her that she could both have faith in God and enjoy the pleasures He provided for humans.

"Does it feel really good?" Aria asked hesitantly.

"It's amazing," assured Danica. "It's as intense as when you licked me, but so different as well."

"Well, okay then," the blonde murmured.

"Good girl," Veronica purred, as she kept fucking Danica.

Aria, with help from the older woman, straddled Danica's hips and laid along her friend's back, using Danica's shoulders for balance. Veronica drank in the image of the virgin pussy double-decker.

"Aria's turn," Danica said with a moan. "Fuck her now, give her that dick,"

"Yes, give me that dick," Aria heard herself say, desperate to feel it in her virgin vagina.

"In your pussy?" Veronica asked, as she pulled out of Danica and moved her dick and body up to the second virgin pussy.

"Yes, please put your dick in my pussy," Aria pleaded, feeling the dick sawing sideways between her suddenly needy pussy lips.

"Good girl," Veronica purred, as she went through the same careful, gentle process of teasing the toy inside until the entire shaft was inside the blonde.

"Ooooooooh, fuck," Aria moaned loudly, using a word she had never once uttered.

"Yeah, fuck her, fuck her hard," Danica encouraged, even though she realized the problem with her sister getting fucked... she wasn't.

Veronica chuckled inside at the brunette's enthusiasm but knew she would need to bring them up to hard fucking carefully to avoid the experience going negative. She was now stroking full length, still slowly, in the upper pussy and asked Aria, "Do you like this dick in your pussy?"

"Yes, I love it," Aria answered, all her shame fading away as in just a few strokes her entire body was consumed with lustful desire. If this was a sin, then she was going to be a sinner.

"What do you love?" Danica asked from below.

"Eating your pussy and getting fucked by a big cock," Aria answered, as the dick pumped in and out of her, slightly faster and slightly harder.

"Yes, I'll be eating your pussy all the time," Danica said.

"Yes, you will be," Aria agreed.

Veronica smiled as she listened to the two girls who had never experienced any sort of sexual intimacy already making life-changing plans. She couldn't help but be proud of how she was spreading the sexual gospel.

For the next several minutes, she went back and forth between the two pussies, each time going faster, and harder.

Aria came first, bellowing, "Yes, I'm coming!"

After feeling her sister quake to orgasm on top of her, Danica was primed and followed within a dozen strokes when the dick returned to her fevered pussy.

Veronica helped Aria off of Danica and then both lay on the floor enjoying the afterglow of multiple orgasms and the thrill of getting fucked.

Veronica took off her strap-on, sat down on the couch and rectified the one remaining problem: she had not come yet.

She ordered, "Sisters, come over here and eat my pussy together."

Danica quickly obeyed, getting back up on her hands and knees and instinctively crawling the few feet to the spread legs of this goddess. She then instantly began licking the glistening wet pussy.

Aria followed but wasn't sure what to do as she watched her sister licking the older woman's pussy whose name she could no longer remember in such a complete daze.

Veronica was leaning back on the sofa with her ass hanging half off the edge to give plenty of access, her thighs sticking out and knees bent ninety degrees with feet flat on the floor. "Come kneel at the outside of my leg, lean over and lick my clit," she directed the inexperienced girl.

"Okay," Aria nodded, as she obeyed and soon both girls were working together to please this evil, wicked, glorious, saintly woman.

"Oh yes, that's it, sister sluts," Veronica moaned a couple minutes later, her orgasm already close after the marathon double turn. She had been saving that exact phrase for the past fifteen minutes to use at the perfect time. "Eat my pussy, get me off and be baptized as pussy pleasing pets."

Danica loved the idea; Aria calming down from her double orgasm was beginning to feel guilt wash over her, yet continued pleasing the woman.

Another minute later, Veronica grabbed both heads and erupted, "Here comes your baptism, sister sluts."

Danica eagerly licked up the juices and Aria did too, reinforcing she loved the taste of pussy cum as she registered how similar and yet unique the juices of the two women were.

Once spent, Veronica scooted back on the sofa, looked down at them and ordered, "Kiss."

Danica turned to her sister and kissed her. Aria didn't respond for a second, but then did and after a brief moment of tentative kissing the passion consumed them both.

Veronica got up, went to her room and grabbed one of her older strap-on harnesses and a couple pairs of thigh high stockings. She returned to the living room, surprised to see the two girls in another 69, this time with Danica on top of Aria.

She watched, while filming on her phone, for a good fifteen minutes, enjoying the lesbian show and proud of her influence on turning these two innocent creatures.

After they both came again, Veronica had them get dressed back in their boring Mormon attire and had them double-team her pussy one more time, filming the entire thing while making them beg to eat her pussy. God, it was hot hearing them talk nasty.

Danica begged, "Give me your holy cum."

Aria added, "Shower your sister sluts with your pussy juice."

After her second orgasm, Veronica removed the six-inch toy from her fancy harness and inserted it into its original simple belt holder. "I'm giving you the cock I took your virginities with so you can think of me as you fuck each other back home." She handed it to Danica, who happily put it into her backpack with her church tracts. "And here are a couple pairs of thigh high stockings so your sweet pussies are easy to get to instead of being blocked by restrictive pantyhose." Aria took those for her bag.

The girls thanked her and left, unsure what would happen once they returned home, but knowing they could no longer ignore the reality of who they really were.

Veronica went upstairs to finish getting dressed. She needed at least one more turn tonight and there were a couple good clubs where she was sure she could find some pretty young thing to corrupt. But... she also needed a new strap-on to fill the small role in her collection.

The end

Up next: Turning Contest: A Mother-In-Law where Jasmine gets delayed heading to the wedding by an upset call from her Mother-in-Law that leads to not only a surprise turn but also the revealing of their family secret.