Listen To Me: Converted
With my first story in the, 'Listen To Me,' series, I told the story of how I seduced my lesbian cousin, and how much we both enjoyed our wonderful, fulfilling sexual dalliance. However, I wouldn't like any of my lesbian readers to think I was promoting that old male ego-centric ignorance of, 'she's only a lesbian because she hasn't met the right guy yet.' The unspoken assertion by an idiot like that being that
his
cock would be the one to convert her. My dear cousin Maisie is a lesbian, a 'dyed in the wool,' lesbian, not a bi-sexual, and nothing will change that, not even that unexpected sideways step with me, totally out of character for her.
I had used my magical, 'word of power,' to help seduce her, knowing that without it I would have had no chance whatsoever, and that external game changer, allied to her natural affection for me led to our intimacy.
After the seduction, my beautiful cousin Maisie resumed her lesbian lifestyle, but I continued, from time to time, to be her little secret aberration from the life of a lesbian. She kept me at arm's length most of the time because, as she explained, she never felt like she wanted me sexually when I wasn't there. It was only when we met that she got the little sexual tingle that led to her being naked and being fucked senseless by me. She fucked me senseless in return I have to admit, it was a two way street, and she entered into it with real enthusiasm when the occasion arose.
I'd only used the word of power in her presence, because I was testing if it worked or if it was just nonsensical wishful thinking on the part of the original author of the book. I'd chosen her to be the first, a test case, because of the sheer impossibility of her being my lover. After all, she was my cousin, but more importantly for testing the word of power, a very anti-male lesbian, which was the real barrier in this case. The cousin thing is no big deal in the UK, where it's perfectly legal to marry a cousin if you wish.
After that impossible situation with Maisie, which came to full blooded reality, I was almost convinced that this word of power shit really worked, and I looked around for another possible conquest. Another impossible challenge, to fuck a woman totally out of my league, someone who presented a sexless, or actively anti-sexual face to the world, someone who wouldn't give me the time of day sexually in any normal circumstance.
I settled on Mary Jane Rydell. Her husband was a, 'fire and brimstone,' evangelical preacher, infamous locally for his fevered rants on the vile filth of pornography, blah, blah, and blah. A fully committed believer that people should never fornicate outside of marriage, especially the young, and wear chastity pledge rings, and all that sort of shit emanating from the American Christian Taliban. It seemed that Mary Jane was always by his side, nodding her beautiful head, as if supporting her idiot husband. They had openly boasted that they had both been virgins on their wedding night as if that was some great virtue. The blind leading the blind I suspected, unless one of them was a liar, somehow I doubted it.
I was trying to figure out how to meet her, trying to figure out the sheer impossibility of arranging a meeting where I could say the word in her presence, but then one Saturday afternoon I was in town, and the opportunity presented itself, just pure unbelievable chance put her in my way.
There was an open, pedestrian space in front of the local, 'Markies,' that's the colloquial name for one of the UK's most famous chain stores, 'Marks And Spencer's,' an open space where people could sit and watch the world go by when tired of shopping. Sometimes there would be street musicians, buskers, or today, 'hallelujah,' and thank you lord, we had an extra bonus, a street preacher with his acolytes handing out leaflets, and there was my intended target, Mary Jane Rydell, in all her blue eyed, blonde haired, 'sweet as mom's apple pie,' virginal, holy glory.
I sidled up to her, and when I caught her eye she was more than eager to engage me in conversation as she handed me a leaflet which I pretended to be interested in. She was of course preaching to me, trying to get me to become one of their, 'flock,' and bless her comparative innocence, never suspecting I had wicked intentions towards her substantial tits and pussy.
She was looking particularly lovely that day, despite a somewhat drab, and shapeless dress which hid what looked like a very nice figure, bare legs, trim ankles, and nicely shaped legs, wearing prim and proper flat heeled shoes. No outward display of sexuality. She wore minimum make up, just mascara as far as I could see, but she had lovely skin, and full sensual lips. If the, 'word of power,' worked again I was going to take great pleasure in giving her pleasure.
While she prattled on at me about a rising tide of filth swamping the media, the unwanted sex scenes in films and TV, etc, etc, I nodded my head and gazed longingly into her beautiful blue eyes.
'Yes' I said in agreement, as she looked at me with those fine blue eyes of hers. I really wanted to fuck her now. My cock was already hard at the prospect.
'Yes,' I repeated, 'I couldn't agree more. I read something similar in a little known text by Saint Paul,' and with that little bit of religious name dropping I'd caught her attention completely. It was all pseudo religious hokum of course, but now she was listening even more intently. Primed and ready to hear the word that may change her life if it worked, and remember, I still wasn't a hundred percent sure if it worked at this point.
'Now, what was it called again?' I said vaguely pretending that it had slipped my mind. I could see that I had her undivided attention now, she was hanging on every word. 'Ah yes, it was called "The Book Of P-----," I remember now,' I said slyly. Her eyes looked at me, unwavering, but vacant, she never blinked, with what's known as a, 'thousand yard stare.' Looking, but seeing nothing, her pretty mouth, slightly open, breathing a little harder. Frozen!
'Mary Jane,' I said, giving her arm a little nudge, startling her out of her reverie, and she smiled at me, showing her perfect teeth.
'Sorry, I was thinking of something,' she mumbled, a little incoherent, 'what was I saying?' she asked me, floundering for words, sounding very confused.
'You were telling me about the tsunami of filth on TV and the internet, and I was agreeing with you,' I reminded her, and she nodded and agreed with me, and then I thought I'd say something that was totally inappropriate and would shock Mary Jane out of her shoes if the word hadn't done its deadly damage.
'Exactly, 'I agreed, 'I mean who in their right mind would think that for instance, a beautiful young woman (she smiled) like you would suck my cock?' I asked her, planting a hitherto unimaginable seed in her brain. She looked at me again helplessly and closed those wonderful blue eyes. She trembled visibly. 'Just imagine the depravity of you down on your knees, sucking my cock,' I went on, and she moaned a very quiet little moan.
