The Organization Pt. 04

"Fuck!" I growled as I dove my face down into that divine swamp, wanting so badly to taste and smell her hot, humid crotch funk, hoping she was dirty and rank, even wanting her to be on the rag, anything to get to the complete and utterly wonderful heaven that was her pussy.

To my disappointment, but no less pleasure, she didn't smell or taste pissy or bloody, only a slight salty tang of sweat, and I speared her sweet hole, still stretched from giving birth, slack and deep, my face nearly buried inside her, inhaling and swallowing all the atmosphere and wet that she wanted to give me.

"Oh oh oh! That feels so nice," she cooed, her fingers dancing through my hair.

But I wasn't interested in niceties, I wanted a mouthful of pussy, an ocean of cunt, quarts and quarts of cooze, and I chewed on that young mother's pussy, her labia and clitoris, until she was screaming with pleasure too. When we both discovered her equally hot, and much tighter ass hole, that sent her, and subsequently me, off. She screamed so loudly when my finger disappeared up inside her dirty shit hole - and I was pleased to discover later that she was somewhat dirty there, at least - I clapped a hand over her mouth until she shut the fuck up.

I had her legs over my shoulder, my head trapped in that wonderfully wet female pleasure pit, one hand on her mouth, where she kept trying to suck on my fingers, when we both finally wore down and slowed, and then stopped. I crawled out from under her ass as she sat again, and I stood, her face inches away from my own pussy, when she eyed it and made a move to start licking again.

"No baby, not now, god," I said, coming back to sanity. "We've got to get our clothes on - I don't know what Mary - Marcela - has in mind for you, but you probably want to see your baby, don't you, sweetie?"

"Wow. Whatever you say," Jennifer said. "What came over me? I've never even kissed a girl before..." She looked at me in wonderment, as though I were an angel from heaven appearing before an agnostic. "I never thought about what it could be like with a girl..." she whispered.

"Let's go," I said, looking back at her before unlocking the door. I was getting a bad feeling about this. I certainly had not given one thought to what was supposed to happen at any point along the line, just going with my needs and directions from Mary Ann.

But what happens after the final scene in a romance movie?

I supposed both Jennifer and I would find out. We walked out from the restroom. Fortunately, no one was around. I wouldn't really have been surprised if it was surrounded by yellow police tape and local eyewitness news teams. I saw Mary Ann lounging on the bench by the baby carriage as if she hadn't a care in the world.

Jennifer seemed to have a little trouble reentering the real world. She didn't immediately rush over to baby Templeton as you would expect.

"It's your baby, Templeton, Jennifer," Mary Ann said. "Take him home."

Jennifer looked crushed. She looked at me, then at the baby carriage, and slowly walked toward it.

Mary Ann took my arm. "C'mon," she said. "Let's go back." I walked away with her, and made the mistake of looking back at Jennifer. She was still standing by the carriage - hadn't yet picked up her baby - staring at us, and I felt, staring especially at me, like a dog that was thrown out of a car on a lonely country road would , unable to comprehend that she's being abandoned.

"What did you do to her?" I asked.

"Whatever do you mean?" Mary Ann said, not bothering to look back as I had.

"You made her...different," I said. "Was it the pinch?"

"Ah, very good," Mary Ann said. "One of our primary tools in seducing and betraying people, is the solution that you were first injected with, that you gave to Melissa, and that was on a tiny needle sticking out of my ring. In your case, and Melissa's, because it was strongly reinforced, not to mention a larger quantity, you were not only persuaded to become a lesbian, but also made loyal to me, and The Organization."

"Similarly, Melissa will be loyal to you. In the case of this woman, there won't be quite the long lasting effects."

"She won't be lesbian?" I asked, hoping it would be the case. I didn't want to ruin her life.

"Well...in about half the cases, the woman does either become lesbian, or at the least, bisexual, but favoring a woman-woman relationship. Of course, when you follow up the solution with mind-blowing Sapphic sex..." Mary Ann laughed.

"I heard her screams," she laughed. "She certainly wasn't protesting."

"But her marriage...her husband...her baby...what of them?" I was feeling a sharp pain in the pit of my stomach.

"In reality?" Mary Ann asked, looking at me. I nodded.

"She'll probably leave her husband. He's not going to be some thing she's likely to be interested in anymore." She smiled. "But she'll still probably love her baby."

I looked at Mary Ann as though she were a creature from Mars. I couldn't believe how heartless she was. Her use of the word 'thing' was chilling. Would I discard Michael? I wondered, then it occurred to me that was the first time I had thought of him since I was converted.

I guessed that I had my answer.

"And you arranged that whole thing, why?" I asked her. She stopped and turned to face me.

"To show you what you can, and will, do for The Organization and me, when we tell you to. You will change lives, you will ruin lives, when I order you to." She began walking again.

"And you won't hesitate in doing so. Now, let's hurry to my apartment, I so very much want to revisit the pussy that anonymous woman just feasted on."

I hurried to catch up to Mary Ann.

My Mistress. My Mary Ann.

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