Lesbian MILF Seductress: Bride

"You knew?" Susanne accused, taken aback by her sister's nonchalant response.

"Girls will be girls," Maggie explained, with a shrug.

"But it is worse than that Maggie. Your daughter is being treated by a slut by that...that...that...tramp," Susanne finally got out, pointing to Bree, who was still conversing with their Mother. "And now she is talking with our Mother."

Maggie looked across the pool, trying to hold her smile, and saw Bree, her hand on her Mom's arm. Maggie thought to herself , 'Is Bree going after Mom too?' Helpless to prevent it, Maggie let the thought go and instead said to her sister, "Bree is not a tramp. She is a very strong-willed girl, I will give you that. But she is Abby's friend, and I will not have you speaking so critically of her."

"But," Susanne began.

"No buts Susanne. It's almost two. If you want to talk about this tonight, come by my room after the party is over. We can talk in private. But I expect you to treat Bree with respect and not judge her just because she is bi and you are as straight as an arrow." Maggie got up and walked away before her sister could respond.

Susanne watched her sister leave, befuddled by the reaction of her sister. She agreed she would not make a scene here during her parent's special day, but after the party tonight she was going to make sure that her position was clear about Bree's treatment of Abby. Susanne could possibly accept Abby being gay, but she could not accept the insensitive and harsh treatment towards her niece that Bree had been doing.

The evening supper party was a fully formal affair with over two hundred guests. This being a dress to impress party, Bree had each of her sluts dress appropriately. Maggie was dressed in a green gown and beige thigh high stockings, while Abby was dressed in a blood red gown with black thigh high stockings. Bree, not to be outdone by her sluts, was dressed in a gold glimmering gown with mocha thigh highs. Of course, none of them were wearing any underwear.

When Bree saw Susanne, she immediately noticed that Susanne had pantyhose on, something she said she never wore. Now it could be because it was a very formal affair, or it could be based on Bree's earlier suggestion; Bree, of course, chose the latter reasoning. Susanne was dressed in a black cocktail dress and, black stockings. Bree wondered if they were thigh highs, stockings or pantyhose and made a mental note to find out before the evening was through.

Although Bree had insisted to Maggie that she end up at a table with Susanne, Maggie was unable to arrange it. Bree and Abby were at a table with other younger family members. A couple of other women were quite attractive, but Bree focused on her target...Susanne.

When supper was done, Bree pulled Abby along and they sat down beside a rigid, but slightly intoxicated, Susanne. Bree's plan was to make Susanne completely comfortable before she began to make Susanne uncomfortable. Bree asked Susanne, putting her hand on the pretty MILF's arm, "So how are the wedding plans coming along?"

Susanne was instantly distracted, knowing the power Bree seemed to have over Abby. She should have pushed the hand away, but didn't, oddly liking the warm feeling on her arm. Instantly, she felt nervous and awkward, but answered, "Excellent. Everything major is done."

Bree smiled, her hand moving ever so slightly with soft caresses, "Well that is great."

Susanne responded with a slightly snappy, "I'm happy you approve."

Bree dropped her hand down to Susanne's dress and felt the top of the thigh highs under Susanne's dress and added, "Thigh highs, very impressive Susanne." Bree, in the position of power, stood up and walked away, leaving Susanne confused and flushed.

Susanne watched the college girl go away and although she couldn't explain it, her pussy was slightly damp. She grabbed the bottle of wine and filled up her glass.

The rest of the evening was speeches and dancing and the party went on until just after midnight. As Maggie headed to bed, she told a rather drunk Susanne, if she still wanted to chat she would be in her room in five minutes. Susanne slurred, she would be there and Maggie went upstairs to her room.

As soon as Maggie entered her room and closed the door, she heard the voice of her co-ed Mistress ask, "Is she coming?"

"Yes, she will be here any minute," Maggie answered, looking at Bree on the bed, her dress already off her perfectly toned body.

Maggie had earlier told Bree about her conversation with Susanne and knew Bree already had a plan formulated, one that would humiliate Maggie and push the envelope with Susanne. Maggie, without being told, crawled on top of the bed and between the stocking-clad legs of her young Mistress.

Bree moaned as the MILF began licking her pussy, "You are a very well-trained slut, Mommy." Bree was well on her way to an orgasm, when the expected knock on the door came. Bree ordered, "Go invite her in, slut, and then get right back to work."

Maggie looked up from between the co-ed's legs, her lips shiny with juice, and obediently obeyed. When she reached the door, she paused briefly, took a deep breath, and opened the door, allowing her sister into her room. After closing the door, she immediately, avoiding eye contact with her sister, went back to the bed and back between her Mistress's legs.

Susanne was astonished as she saw Bree and then saw her sister, a Sorority House Mother, a mother of one, crawl between the co-ed's legs. Susanne stood watching the perverse scene for much longer than she should have before she finally spoke. "Susanne, what is going on here?"

Bree smiled and said, "Sorry, Susanne, Maggie has her mouth full right now."

"But," Susanne began to say, disoriented by the alcohol and the shocking scene she was now witnessing.

"But what?" Bree teased.

Susanne finally articulated, "But how?"

"How did I make your uptight sister my little submissive slave?" Bree asked, attempting to make Susanne actually say it.

"Fine, yes," Susanne said, staggering a bit.

"Well that is for me to know and you to someday find out, once you too submit to me," Bree announced.

"What?" Susanne asked, clearly confused by the forwardness of the co-ed. Susanne looked at her sister who was moving her head up and down, slightly.

"Hmmmm," Bree moaned, "Your sister has turned into a pretty good pussy eater, Susanne. Do you want to try?"

"What? God, no. That is disgusting," Susanne responded.

"Why are you watching then," Bree queried.

"I-I-I don't," Susanne began, and abruptly turned to leave. Being quite drunk, she fumbled with the door handle, giving Bree time for one last parting shot.

"Susanne," she moaned, close to orgasm herself, "I want you, and I always get what I want." As Susanne opened the door, Bree screamed, "Yes, yes, I'm coming slut, keep licking."

Susanne closed the door and leaned on the wall beside it. Everything she thought she knew about her family had vanished in just over 24 hours. She staggered to her room and collapsed on her bed: drunk, exhausted and confused. Yet, as she tried to sleep, her mind lingered to the shocking flirting of Bree and the suggestion that Bree wanted her to submit too. As she faded into sub-consciousness, she couldn't get Bree's words to stop echoing in her head.

5.A CONFRONTATION; ANOTHER FLASHBACK

Susanne awoke the next morning with a start, the memory of the previous day flooding her mind immediately. Slightly hung-over, she got up and went straight to Maggie's room and barged right in. Thankfully, Maggie was in bed alone, still sleeping. Susanne went directly to the bed and shook Maggie awake.

Maggie groggily woke up and snapped, "What?"

Susanne kept shaking her sister until Maggie began to wake up. "Maggie, wake up, we need to talk."

Maggie rubbed her eyes and sat up; finally realizing her sister was in the room. Maggie sighed, knowing this conversation was coming, "What can I do for you, baby sis?"

"You know exactly why I am here?" Susanne accused.

Maggie decided to play stupid, "I do?"

Susanne glared at Maggie, "I saw you and Bree last night,"

"Oh, yeah, I forgot about that," Maggie said, acting surprised.

"Did you hear what she said to me? What she called you?"

"No, not really, but I can imagine what she said about me," Maggie said, matter-of-factly.

"You probably couldn't hear us talking what with your head buried between her legs," Susanne snapped.

Maggie retaliated, "Susanne, who are you to judge? Plus it is none of your damn business."

"Fine, but what about Abby?"

"Abby is a grown woman and able to make her own decisions," Maggie justified.

Susanne collapsed on the bed out of frustration and said, "She implied she wanted me to submit too."

"She mentioned that," Maggie acknowledged and added, "and she always gets what she wants." Maggie leaned over and rubbed her baby sister's back and consoled her, "It's ok, Susanne. Bree will never make you do anything you don't want to do. She is not like that."

Susanne asked, "How did this happen to you?"

Maggie then retold her sister the whole sordid ordeal, leaving out none of the details of her submission to the powerful co-ed.

Susanne sat in stunned silence as she listened to the demise of her once rigid sister. A lengthy silence followed after Maggie's confession before Susanne said, "Were you not worried she would end your career?"

"At first I was, but she made it clear that if I always obeyed she would protect me," Maggie explained.

"Protect you?" Susanne asked.

"Yes. You see, Susanne, she saw right through me. She saw that I needed to have a Mistress. That behind my rigid exterior, I was desperate to let the real me free. I didn't even know it, but she did."

"That is nonsense," Susanne said, shaking her head.

"Is it? Since I have submitted to Bree, I have never felt more alive. She has opened up a part of me, I never knew existed; with such awareness has come pleasure I can't even begin to explain."

"I just can't believe it," Susanne said.

"I have done things I never thought I would ever do. Things that had never even crossed my mind," Maggie said, leading Susanne on.

As expected, Susanne asked, "Like what?"

Maggie told Susanne another story. "Well the following day, I begged Bree not to tell and she agreed, but added she needed to know how loyal I was. I promised I would do anything and Bree told me to be ready the following night at 10. I asked for details, but Bree just gave me a naughty smirk. The following night I waited with trepidation as I wondered what she had in store for me. She walked in, late as usual, and had me go downstairs and into her room. On the floor, each blindfolded, were five of my sorority seniors, I let out a soft gasp, but caught myself for the most part. Bree then whispered, 'They don't know who is serving them, just that there is a new recruit attempting to climb the sorority ladder. Your job is to get all five girls off as quickly as you possibly can. Understood?' I nodded in anxiety-ridden nervousness and without any further instruction, crawled between the naked legs of the first of five co-ed pussies. It was humiliating and just as exhilarating. They moaned, they called me names, they assumed I was just a sorority sister trying to climb the social status ladder; never in a million years considering it was their Sorority House Mother. I got all five off and returned to my room and brought myself to a fulfilling orgasm myself." Maggie looked at her sister and saw the face she expected to, astonished silence.

Before Susanne could respond, there was a knock on the door, it was their Mother, telling them breakfast would be ready in ten minutes. Susanne shook herself out of her bewilderment and slight horniness from the story. "OK, Mom, I just need to have a quick shower."

Maggie agreed, "I need one too, Mom."

Their Mother shook her head and said, in her usual don't-mess-with-me attitude, "Ten minutes." She closed the door.

Maggie smiled, stood up and said, "Susanne, Bree will never make you do anything you don't want to do. She will try to push your buttons until you willingly submit to her. That said, are you sure you don't want to?"

Susanne responded too quickly, almost to cover herself, "Yes, I'm sure."

Maggie shrugged and said, "If you say so, baby-sis." Maggie went to the bathroom and closed the door.

Susanne sat on the bed processing yet another strange conversation. She knew she was not a lesbian and although Bree was very pretty she also knew she wasn't interested. She loved Todd and couldn't wait to get married; yet why did her pussy get wet hearing about and thinking about Bree's seductive ways and Bree's power over her sister? A power Susanne always wished she had, not sexually of course, but just once to be able to say what she actually thought instead of being the sweetheart as everyone saw her. She sighed, ignoring the fire teasing down below, and went back to her room to have a shower.

6.THE BRIDAL SHOWER

Over the next two weeks, Susanne had dream after naughty dream about Bree. She woke up each time in a hot sweat and incredible horny. She had Todd fuck her more often trying hard to fuck the odd dyke out of her. She was not a lesbian or bi for that matter. So why could she not get Bree out of her head?

It was Susanne's bridal shower, being held at one of her bridesmaid's houses, since Maggie didn't have a big enough location living at the sorority and all. It was the home of her best friend since they were six, Ellie. Over twenty women showed up, mostly dressed in light summer dresses. Susanne gave a sigh of relief when the party started and Bree had not arrived.

Bree, of course, made sure to be late to make a more dramatic entrance. She and Abby arrived almost an hour into the party, well after all the generic chit-chat and cocktails that always start an affair. They came in and Abby went and hugged Aunt Susanne and apologized for being late. Bree followed giving the sexy bride-to-be a hug as well.

The next half hour Susanne opened present after present, most of them girly-girly to the extreme. There was conservative lingerie, perfume, a Coach purse, all the usual accounterments. Maggie had been the most daring giving her sister a garter and stocking set that had, of course, been approved by Bree.

Bree waited until all the gifts had been given before pulling out her special gift. Bree said, "Here Susanne, I got you a little something too, although it may be a bit more out there compared to the rest of these gifts."

Susanne smiled, a nervous smile, and said, "Well, maybe I should open it later."

Bree shrugged and said, her tone showing just the vaguest hint at authority, "Oh no, no, open it now!"

Susanne took a deep breath expecting something embarrassing and opened it nervously while the other twenty women watched. She was right as she saw a lengthy red vibrator in the box. She didn't pull it out, just closed it back up.

One of the other girls said, teasingly, "What is it Susanne? By the shade of red on your face, I am betting it is something interesting."

Bree added, "Show everyone Susanne, I am sure they all have one too."

Susanne didn't want to but saw twenty-plus pairs of eyes staring at her. She opened the box again and pulled out the toy.

There were gasps, giggles and so forth as she revealed the lengthy fuck-toy. Bree explained, with a naughty smile, "I know your hubby-to-be is often gone and I figured you needed some back-up for those lonely nights."

Susanne's Mother, Edith, looked stunned, as Bree said, putting her hand on the still pretty 60 plus something woman, "Do you need one too?"

Edith stammered, "I-I-I..."

Bree moved her hand ever so slowly and whispered, "I'll get you one, sweetie."

Susanne wanted the conversation to end, "Well thanks Bree, I am sure it will come in handy."

The group burst out laughing as Ellie said, "Oh I bet it will give you quite the buzz."

The next hour was socializing and Bree chatting with Edith, setting up one more potential submission.

Every time Susanne looked at Bree, Bree was smiling back. Susanne knew she had to deal with this today, but didn't know how. Instead she avoided Bree as best she could. Finally, Bree walked over to Susanne, the lingerie that Maggie had bought her in her hand, and suggested, "Susanne, I think you should go and try on the lingerie your sister got you."

"Excuse me?" she asked.

"You heard me," she said and then asked the remaining eight guests, "Should Susanne try on that honeymoon lingerie that Maggie got her?"

Group consensus from the tipsy ladies said yes and Susanne was put on the spot. Tipsy herself, she sighed, took the lingerie from Bree's hands and went upstairs.

As the party continued downstairs, Bree sneaked upstairs too. She was happy to learn the door was unlocked and she slipped in unnoticed. Susanne was just finishing putting on the last stocking when Bree said, "You look really hot in that, Susanne."

Susanne jumped, startled by the intrusion and attempted to cover herself up. "Get out, Bree."

Bree ignored Susanne's words and walked over to the sexy MILF. "You must know that it was I who choose this gift for you and not Maggie."

Susanne responded, slightly confused, "Oh."

"Oh, indeed," Bree teased, now directly in front of the bride-to-be. "I didn't get that for your husband, I got it for me."

Susanne stood speechless as Bree's hand caressed the MILF's left arm. Susanne stood frozen for a second. Bree broke the silence, "I am sure Maggie has told you that I always get what I want and what I want next is...."

Susanne slapped Bree's arm away and said, "Please stop."

Bree licked her fingers smiling, "Delicious, I love it when they struggle. It will make your ultimate surrender sooo much sweeter."

"Get out," Susanne said, her hand pointing to the door and shaking.

Bree shrugged as she headed to the door, "Suit yourself, but I know what you need, and what you want deep down. You want to submit, you may not know it yet, but you do." She paused as she reached the door, before foreshadowing, "And you will."

Bree opened the door and announced to the group, "Susanne is ready to pose for us."

A completely rattled Susanne was then forced to go and pose. She grabbed a bit of her confidence back and went downstairs. As she walked, she was mortified to realize that her panties were very, very wet. She did a few quick poses and a couple seductive ones when led on by her now more than tipsy friends. Finally Susanne went and changed and when she returned she was thankful to see that Bree and Abby had left.

An hour later, when she was leaving, she saw a note in her purse, with just one sentence, in block letters, "DON'T FIGHT IT!!!"

As soon as Susanne got home, she collapsed on the couch, with a mix of conflicting emotions. There was something so intoxicating about Bree that her body betrayed her every time she was in her presence. Yet, common sense dictated that she remain dignified and resist these extreme advances, even as her body weakened.

Unable to resist, Susanne brought herself to an orgasm. As she lay in her own cum she thought 'Thank God the wedding is in two weeks'.

7.THE BACHELORETTE PARTY...THE LE CHATEAU CLUB

Susanne was petrified of what Maggie and Bree had planned for her bachelorette party. But she also felt that as long as she was with other friends she would be fine. She had to be impervious to Bree's charms. Susanne insisted on the full agenda of the evening's activities.

Maggie gave her sister the plan that was very tame on paper...yet each stop was all part of an elaborate plan. The first stop was supper at the upper class Rizzo's, which set up the plan to have Susanne get all dressed up. The second stop was the Martini Club to get Susanne well on her way to intoxication. The third stop was a pub crawl that would continue the false image that this was a normal bachelorette party; the shots, the embarrassing silly tasks, the dirty dancing.... Then when everyone else thought the day was done, they would take Susanne to the last, top secret, stop...the very exclusive...the very upper class... Le Chateau Club. A women's only, lesbians club (see Bedding the Babysitter 2 and A Lesbian Love Story of Sorts to see two other stories that partially take place in Le Chateau Club).