Friday, March 26, 2010

Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 3

It was quite late by the time Kelly Ann and Olivia dressed to go home, looking a little wobbly on their legs with goofy, satisfied smiled on their faces. Jessica wrote out a check and handed it to Kelly, saying “Obviously I can’t keep writing you a check every day. But anytime you feel like dropping by, either one of you, you’ll be welcome. Isn’t that right, Marie?”

Marie licked her lips, which were still well-coated with pussy juice. “Oui.”

Kelly and Olivia walked together for two blocks, whereupon their paths diverged. They hugged briefly, feeling suddenly awkward, and went their separate ways.

Walking in her front door, Kelly Ann tried to sneak upstairs to the shower without anyone noticing her, afraid that the smell of sex on her was unmistakable. She was almost at the top of the stairs when she heard her mom call “Kelly?”

“Yeah, Mom.” Kelly stood at the top of the stairs looking down at her mom, who had come to stand at the bottom. People always said they looked alike. Kelly’s mom was older, of course, but she was still a very good-looking woman.

“Where have you been?”

“I was out fundraising for the squad. I got to talking to this nice lady, and time just slipped away, I guess.”

“You’ve been out a lot lately. Are you keeping up with your homework?”

Kelly Ann wrinkled up her face in a classic teenage expression. “Yes, mother. I’ve got it all under control.”

“Well, OK, then,” said her mom. “I know you’re busy, sweetheart. Let’s go shopping this weekend, just the two of us, alright?”

“Sure, mom,” answered Kelly, relieved that at no point in the conversation had her mother come within smelling distance. She showered quickly and crawled into bed with her chemistry book. Truth to tell, she had been neglecting her schoolwork somewhat. She tried very hard to concentrate on the text, but kept getting distracted by thoughts of Jessica, of Olivia, of Marie, of the things they’d all done together. What did this mean for Kelly Ann? Was she a lesbian now? It sure seemed like it — and a promiscuous lesbian, at that; she’d made love with three women that day, and loved every minute of it.

Before long, her lack of sleep the night before caught up with her, and she fell peacefully asleep with the chemistry book still open, face-down on her chest.

* * *

The next day Kelly Ann and Olivia saw each other several times at school, and then of course at cheerleading practice, and each time they exchanged knowing looks. Really they were both thinking the same thing: Would they be going back to Jessica’s tonight? How could they? How could they not?

After practice they both hung around after everyone else had left, and without ever really making a decision, started walking in the direction of Jessica’s house. They were still in their uniforms, of course, because they knew that was what Jessica would want.

Jessica was not at all surprised to see them. She knew that what they had experienced had had a powerful effect on them. They were hers now, and there was no need to be polite and nice anymore.

As soon as they were inside, Jessica barked at them, “On your knees, in the living room, now.” Kelly and Olivia scrambled to obey, their pussies moistening at the thought of what Jessica might have in store for them.

Jessica blindfolded the cheerleaders and handcuffed their hands behind their backs. It made for quite a beautiful sight, the two of them on their knees there, totally submissive and vulnerable.

Jessica picked up the phone and called Janice, the horniest and kinkiest of the local housewives. Janice had a voracious sexual appetite that got no satisfaction at home, so she was always up for a frolic.

“Those girls I was telling you about?” Jessica said. “They’re here.”

“I’ll be there in five,” responded Janice.

Hanging up the phone, Jessica fixed herself a drink and returned to the living room. As an added touch, she fastened a leather collar around each cheerleader’s neck and clipped on a leash that hung down in front. Soon Janice arrived and Jessica let her into the house. She was a thin woman with sharp features, dark brown hair, and small breasts.

Seeing Kelly Ann and Olivia, Janice exhaled sharply. “Oh my goodness,” she said. “That’s just amazing.”

“They’re all yours,” Jessica told her, sitting down with her drink to watch.

After considering for a moment, Janice picked up Kelly Ann’s leash and led her on her hands and knees over to the couch. Once there Janice slipped off her jeans and panties, spread her legs, and used the leash to pull Kelly’s head into her crotch. Smelling and feeling the wet pussy in front of her, Kelly Ann extended her tongue and went to work.

So it’s come to this, Kelly Ann thought. Now I’m blindfolded, handcuffed, and licking the pussy of someone I’ve never even laid eyes on. I’m really a slut now. But at the same time it was incredibly delicious, and her panties were absolutely soaked. She had never been so aroused in her life as she was at this moment, being used and degraded.

Janice liked to talk dirty. “Lick my cunt, bitch,” she instructed. “Put your tongue in me and make me come, you little whore.”

When she came Janice dug her sharp nails into Kelly Ann’s shoulders, hard, and then lay back on the couch with the girl’s head resting on her thigh. After a couple of minutes she handed Kelly’s leash to Jessica and turned her attention to Olivia. “Can I fuck this one?” she asked.

“By all means,” answered Jessica. She pointed to the coffee table, which had a top that lifted up to reveal a storage compartment inside. Inside Janice found a big blue strap-on, which she quickly fastened around her waist.

Walking up behind Olivia, she pushed the girl’s head to the ground so her ass was sticking up in the air.  She lifted Olivia’s skirt and pulled her panties down and off. Jessica, meanwhile, had removed Kelly Ann’s blindfold so she could watch her friend being fucked.

Janice tested Olivia’s wetness, which was significant, with a couple of fingers, and the cheerleader moaned animalistically. Before yesterday she hadn’t had anything inside her for months, and was desperately in need of a good fucking. Today her need was less acute, but still quite intense. She grunted and bit her lip as Janice entered her. Janice tested the waters with a few shallow strokes, then plunged all the way in, pulling on Olivia’s leash to arch her back. Olivia screamed like she had been stabbed — which in a way she had.

“Take it all, bitch,” yelled Janice. “Take that whole cock in your slut pussy.”

Jessica watched Kelly watching Janice and Olivia. Her mouth was hanging open and her breath was coming hard. Jessica wet a finger in her own pussy and slipped it into the girl’s mouth.

Just then Marie appeared in the doorway, naked and yawning. She had been napping, but apparently Olivia’s screams had woken her. Surveying the scene, she saw immediately her place in the scheme of things. She slid underneath Olivia so Olivia could lick her pussy while continuing to get fucked from behind.

Kelly Ann dearly wished that she could reach her own pussy, which was absolutely on fire. The sight of Olivia, still in her cheerleader uniform…blindfolded, handcuffed, and collared…being pounded by Janice while servicing Marie, was the sexiest thing she had ever seen in her life. Every time Janice slammed into Olivia, her face was pushed into Marie’s wet pussy.

In the end it was too much for poor Kelly to watch; she turned away and burrowed her head between Jessica’s legs. This was quite OK with Jessica, who pulled her panties to one side so the girl could lick her.

By the time Kelly was finished there, Janice was back on the couch looking tired, Marie had gone to the kitchen for a cold drink, and Olivia was laying alone on the floor, still handcuffed and blindfolded, her face shining with the afterglow of ecstasy. Jessica pulled off her blindfold and introduced her to the woman who had just fucked her.

“It’s nice to meet you,” answered Janice. “Now crawl over here and lick your slut juice off this cock.” Olivia did as instructed, a look of the most delicious humiliation spreading over her face.

Watching this, Kelly Ann again wished she could reach her clit. She let out a little whimper of frustration that Jessica did not miss. “That’s right, you haven’t gotten to come yet, have you?” Kelly shook her head. “You poor thing. We’ll have to do something about that.”

Jessica disappeared for a minute, and when she returned she was carrying a heavy wooden board with an enormous plastic phallus protruding from the top. She put the thing down on the ground and turned to Kelly Ann. “Well, have at it.”

Kelly Ann approached the contraption tentatively. After pulling off Kelly’s skirt and panties, Jessica returned to her seat and called for Marie to come and watch. Janice and Olivia were looking on as well as Kelly Ann slowly lowered herself down onto the giant dildo. It was not easy to keep her balance with her hands cuffed behind her back, but she was able to do it, and when she felt the thing enter her she let out a tremendous sigh of relief. She began to eagerly hump up and down on it, trying to angle herself so as to stimulate her clit.

As Kelly began climbing the hill toward orgasm, she forgot everything around her, forgot that four women were watching her, forgot that she was handcuffed and half-naked in the living room of someone she’d met just two days ago. She forgot everything but the light inside her head, so when she came, letting out a piercing shriek that could be heard a block away, she was surprised at the spontaneous round of applause from the four observers.

Monday, March 22, 2010

Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 2

Kelly Ann didn’t sleep much that night. She tossed and turned restlessly, images of her experience at Jessica’s house flashing through her head. Part of her was deeply ashamed, but another part was utterly elated. It was like discovering a whole new world; she had never known that that kind of pleasure even existed.

Toward dawn she masturbated furiously and finally managed to drift off for an hour or so. All that day at school she was completely distracted, unable to pay attention either in class or in her social interactions. All she could think about was, would she go back to Jessica’s? “Come back tomorrow with a friend,” Jessica had said. Was this possible? And even if it was, wouldn’t it be terribly wrong? During cheerleading practice that afternoon, Kelly Ann found herself looking around at the other members of the team, picturing them naked, imagining them engaged in decadent lesbian acts. She got so soaking wet that she was afraid someone would notice, and toned down her dancing so there was less chance of her underpants being exposed. This caused her to get yelled at by the coach, Ms. London, who was not bad-looking herself: mid-30s and a little butch but in a cute way, like Rachel Maddow. Soon Ms. London too was naked in Kelly Ann’s imagination, with one cheerleader licking her pussy and another sitting on her face.

Kelly found herself wondering, well, if I did try to get someone to go to Jessica’s with me, who would it be? Her best friend on the team, Katrina, was an extremely beautiful girl, but Kelly had no idea how to broach the subject with her; and besides, if she ended up having sex with Katrina, how weird would that be? They’d been friends since third grade.

Kelly Ann looked around the room and her eyes settled on Olivia, a tall Asian girl with a spectacular body. Olivia was known to party hard and had a reputation for being adventurous — maybe even a bit promiscuous. Kelly felt a tingle between her legs. Olivia was the one, she was sure of it.

After practice Kelly approached Olivia somewhat nervously. Was she really going to do this? What had gotten into her? She almost walked away and forgot the whole thing. But thinking of the orgasms she’d had the day before, she felt a desire burning inside her that overrode her misgivings.

“Olivia, are you going out fundraising tonight?” asked Kelly Ann.

“I was thinking about it,” answered Olivia. “Why?”

“Well….” Kelly paused, thinking of how to put this. “Last night I met someone who’s ready to give us a nice amount of money. But she wanted to meet more of the squad. I was wondering if you might come with me.”

“Hmm.” Olivia pursed her glossy lips and pondered momentarily. “Well, if it’s good for the team, sure, I’m in.”

Jessica’s house was walking distance from the school, so Kelly Ann and Olivia strolled together as evening began to fall over the town. Olivia was very chatty, and Kelly tried her best to keep up the conversation, but all she could think of was what was about to happen. She knew she should tell Olivia that there was a different agenda at work here than just raising money for the squad. But she couldn’t quite figure out how to do it, and in fact the idea that Olivia was going to walk unaware into a den of sexual depravity was turning Kelly on tremendously. By the time they reached Jessica’s house Kelly Ann’s heart was pounding in her ears and seemed about to burst out of her chest as Olivia chattered on obliviously.

Jessica answered the door wearing a very chic, low-cut black dress. “Well hello, Kelly Ann,” she purred. “It’s so nice to see you again. Won’t you girls come in?”

As Kelly and Olivia walked past her into the house, Jessica took the opportunity to appreciate Olivia’s big breasts and perfectly rounded ass, which were displayed to great advantage by her uniform. Two cheerleaders knocking on my door to offer themselves to me, Jessica thought, shaking her head. What a world.

“And who is this you brought with you?” Jessica asked Kelly Ann.

Kelly was so nervous she could barely speak. “This is, is, um, Olivia,” she stuttered.

“I’m delighted to meet you, Olivia. You girls have a seat and I’ll bring you something to drink. Lemonade? Iced tea? Arnold Palmers, maybe.”

“That sounds great,” said Olivia, and Kelly nodded her assent.

A minute later Jessica returned with the beverages and the three of them sat and talked for a while. Jessica asked Olivia some questions about herself, like what grade she was in (12th) and how long she’d been a cheerleader (since she was a freshman). Kelly Ann kept looking around for Marie, but she was nowhere to be seen.

Finally Jessica asked Olivia, “So Kelly Ann told you about our meeting yesterday?”


“What did she tell you exactly?”

“Well,” said Olivia, slipping into fundraising mode, “she said that you were very generous and that you wanted to help the squad, and that you wanted to meet more of us.”

“She told you that, did you?” Jessica clucked disapprovingly, but without malice. “Well, I’m not surprised. Will you girls come with me, please? There’s something I’d like to show the both of you.”

Kelly and Olivia followed Jessica down a short hallway. At the end of it was a door which Jessica opened, ushering in the two cheerleaders ahead of her.

It was a bedroom dominated by a king-size bed, and on the bed was Marie, completely naked, her wrists and ankles lashed to the bedposts at each corner. Her legs were spread wide apart and her mouth was gagged with a red rubber ball.

Jessica stepped into the room behind them and closed the door. She spoke calmly and commandingly. “Kelly, I finally had to gag Marie because all day long she couldn’t shut up about how much she loved her first taste of cheerleader pussy. She’s just dying for more. Which one of you girls wants to help her out?”

Kelly Ann and Olivia both froze. Kelly looked over at Olivia to gauge her reaction; there was excitement in her eyes, and she showed no sign of wanting to get away.

Jessica removed Marie’s gag and pinched one of her nipples. “Kelly, I think you’d better go first. Just to shut her up, you know?”

Kelly Ann found herself mechanically obeying. This woman had cast some kind of spell on her, and she was powerless to help herself. Somehow she knew exactly what Jessica wanted her to do, as if the images were being beamed directly from Jessica’s brain to hers. She stripped off her skirt and panties and climbed onto the bed. Turning around so she faced Olivia, she slowly lowered her crotch down onto Marie’s eager tongue.

Olivia looked on absolutely stunned. She’d always thought that Kelly Ann was something of a prude, but obviously she’d been mistaken. Jessica, meanwhile, had walked around behind Olivia and wrapped her arms around the younger girl’s waist. Together they watched Kelly Ann bounce up and down seductively as she ground her pussy into Marie’s face, and soon Jessica’s hands found their way underneath Olivia’s skirt and into her panties.

Kelly began to moan as her orgasm approached and Olivia was panting sexily as Jessica penetrated her with a finger. The finger then traveled from Olivia’s pussy to her mouth, and she sucked it hungrily as Jessica smiled to herself. She’d pegged this one as a slut from the moment she laid eyes on her.

Gripping Olivia tightly in her arms, Jessica bent the Asian cheerleader forward until her head was between Marie’s legs. Olivia didn’t need to have a picture drawn for her; she obediently began lapping away at Marie’s cunt.

Jessica already was wearing the strap-on under her dress, and a minute later she had pulled off Olivia’s panties and plunged in. Soon the room reeked of wet pussy and Kelly, Marie, and Olivia were all howling like wild animals. Finally all three came almost simultaneously and collapsed into spent heaps. Jessica surveyed her handiwork with great satisfaction: three gorgeous, happy, sweaty girls who would now do whatever she told them.

After giving them a few minutes to catch their breath, Jessica untied Marie and returned to the kitchen to fix herself a real drink, a cold, dry martini. This she enjoyed on a comfortable chair in the living room, with Marie skillfully eating her pussy as she watched Kelly Ann and Olivia 69 on the couch.

The two cheerleaders were a little tentative with each other at first, but they soon warmed up to the task at hand. Jessica enjoyed watching Kelly Ann, who had been a complete novice just the day before, finger-fuck her friend while rhythmically flicking Olivia’s clit with her tongue. Taking a long drag on her martini and pulling Marie’s head in tighter against her crotch, Jessica reflected that life really couldn’t get much better.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 1

From the outside, Glenview Drive appeared to be an ordinary suburban cul-de-sac. It was a relic from another time, the sort of place where the men went off to work in the morning, while their wives got the kids off to school, then cleaned house and met for coffee in the afternoons.

This wholesome veneer, however, concealed a hotbed of lesbian activity that was centered on the house at 420 Glenview. Located at the very end of the cul-de-sac, 420 was slightly larger than the other houses and set back from the street, mostly concealed by trees and a wooden fence. It was the property of a 35-year-old divorcee named Jessica Braden. Tall, blond, athletic, and beautiful, Jessica was a provocative mystery to the men in the neighborhood. As far as they knew, she lived alone in her spacious home and was rarely glimpsed on the streets.

The housewives of Glenview Drive, however, knew Jessica Braden as a highly intelligent, dominating woman with a voracious sexual appetite. They also knew that her house had another inhabitant, a 20-year-old dark-haired French girl named Marie. Marie had come to live with Jessica and her then-husband several years earlier as an exchange student. When the school year ended, Marie — who had been unhappy at home — had not returned to France; instead, it was Jessica’s husband who left the household and moved to another state. Without a visa, Marie lived secretly in Jessica’s house as her maidservant and sexual plaything.

Early one September evening, Jessica was relaxing with a book in her living room as Marie floated naked on an inflatable lounge chair in the backyard pool. When the doorbell rang, Jessica assumed that it was one of the neighborhood wives, feeling horny and looking for some action. Her nipples began to stiffen as she went to the door, anticipating what enjoyment might be in store.

But when she opened the door, what she saw was a gorgeous 18-year-old redhead dressed in a powder-blue cheerleader uniform. Jessica blinked her eyes hard twice to be sure she was really seeing this; it was like some wild fantasy come to life.

“Hi,” said the girl. “My name is Kelly Ann Collins, and I’m a cheerleader at Clinton High.” She had a dazzling smile and huge green eyes; Jessica imagined that she was very popular at her school.

“Jessica,” said the homeowner, extending her hand. As she did so, she looked Kelly Ann up and down as subtly as possible. The girl had wonderful curves that were shown off nicely by the short skirt and tight sweater. “What can I do for you?”

“Well, as you might have heard, we’ve had some big budget cuts at the school this year. Both the football team and the cheerleading squad are in trouble, and we’re asking people in the neighborhood to lend their support.”

“Is that so?” answered Jessica. “I’m sorry to hear that. Why don’t you come in?”

As Kelly Ann came inside, Jessica’s mind was racing. This girl was stunningly hot and Jessica wanted her badly. Did she dare try to seduce a teenager? What would happen if she failed?

“Would you like some lemonade?” Jessica asked the cheerleader.

“That would be great,” said Kelly Ann, flashing an innocent smile that warmed Jessica’s heart and her pussy at the same time. Jessica offered the girl a seat, making sure to place her in a chair where she would be able to see the pool out of the corner of her eye.

A minute later, Jessica returned with drinks for both of them and sat across from Kelly Ann. She engaged the girl in chitchat as they sipped, amazed at her good fortune. Kelly Ann was clearly braless under her sweater, and her breasts jiggled provocatively every time she moved. Jessica realized that it was a brilliant fundraising strategy to send out a cheerleader in uniform — if she ever caught a man without his wife at home, he would empty his bank account to spend another minute with this tasty little morsel. It said something for their town that a girl who looked like this could feel safe going door to door.

As they talked, Jessica watched carefully to see if Kelly glimpsed Marie in the pool. And sure enough, after a few minutes Kelly Ann couldn’t help but notice that there was a naked woman nearby, glistening with sweat, her magnificent breasts and black pubic triangle on full display.

What Jessica couldn’t have known was that Kelly Ann was in a sexually vulnerable state. The girls on the cheerleading squad had taken a vow not to have sex with their boyfriends after a rash of pregnancies among the previous year’s seniors had decimated the team. Kelly managed to keep her boyfriend Jeff mostly content with the occasional blowjob, but he didn’t make much effort to satisfy her. The sight of the nude girl in the pool gave her a funny feeling, one that she didn’t quite know how to interpret, and her face began to redden.

When Jessica was sure that Kelly Ann had seen Marie, she excused herself to get her checkbook. When she returned to the room, she stood behind Kelly Ann and watched her watching Marie. There was no doubt that she was interested in what she was seeing. Jessica took a deep breath and decided to go for it.

Walking up behind Kelly Ann, she leaned down and whispered suggestively in the girl’s ear. “She’s beautiful, isn’t she? Would you like to get a closer look?”

Kelly Ann was frozen. The warm breath in her ear made her feel dizzy, and she didn’t answer the question, just kept staring straight ahead.

Jessica decided to take that as a yes. She put her hands on the girl’s shoulders and called to Marie, who opened her eyes and looked up groggily. Jessica gestured to her, and Marie slid off her floating chair into the pool. She swam over to the side and climbed out, entering the house dripping wet and gloriously naked.

“Marie, this is Kelly Ann,” said Jessica.

“Nice to meet you,” Marie answered in her alluring French accent. Kelly Ann was still silent, staring helplessly at the exposed body now just two feet in front of her: the full breasts, the rounded hips, the dark hair disappearing between the slightly parted legs.

This was the moment of truth. Jessica nodded to Marie, who knelt obediently in front of Kelly Ann. Marie knew well what was expected of her in this situation, and without hesitation she lifted the cheerleader’s skirt and began to slide her panties down over her legs. Kelly Ann didn’t resist; it was all like a dream to her, it was all so unexpected and strange, yet she was more aroused than she’d ever been in her life.

Marie pulled Kelly Ann’s panties all the way off and tossed them aside, then slipped her hands between the girl’s thighs. Jessica craned her neck for a better look as Marie eased Kelly’s legs apart, revealing a moist and succulent red-fringed pussy. Marie ran her tongue from the inside of one knee all the way up Kelly Ann’s thigh, and when it reached her crotch, Kelly jumped in her chair as if she’d received a powerful electric shock. Jessica tightened her grip on the girl’s shoulders to keep her still, then watched hungrily as Marie skillfully worked her tongue in and around Kelly’s slit. The cheerleader was soon moaning helplessly; Marie was a very gifted pussy-licker, and Jessica was certain that no teenage boy had ever given her this kind of pleasure.

Marie held off on stimulating the girl’s engorged clit, but when she did, Kelly Ann came almost immediately, gripping the sides of the chair and throwing her head back with her eyes closed. Marie looked up at Jessica, grinning wickedly with her mouth smeared with Kelly’s juices, then dove back in again. Jessica kissed the cheerleader’s neck and ears as Marie made her come twice more, after which Kelly Ann lay absolutely still in a state of semi-conscious bliss.

When Kelly Ann finally opened her eyes, there was a new surprise in store for her. Jessica was naked now except for a long, plastic imitation phallus that dangled from her crotch. Marie was on her knees running her tongue up and down the shaft to moisten it. Kelly had an inkling of what was about to happen, and she was both excited by the idea of that thing inside her and frightened at the sheer size of it.

Feeling more aggressive now, Jessica pulled Kelly Ann somewhat roughly down onto the thickly carpeted floor. She lifted the girl’s sweater up to expose her breasts, then sucked eagerly on the stiff nipples. Kelly had D-cups, and Jessica took as much of them as she could into her mouth before stripping the girl’s skirt off and spreading her legs. Opening Kelly Ann with one hand, Jessica smiled down at her while easing the first couple inches of the strap-on inside. Kelly Ann let out an extremely sexy little gulp when she felt the penetration. This was exactly what she’d been needing. She surrendered herself to the experience completely now — it didn’t matter that she was getting fucked by someone she’d just met, and by a woman no less; what mattered was that she was getting fucked.

Jessica started off with slow thrusts, then picked up the pace as Kelly Ann responded enthusiastically, grinding her hips against the older woman. Marie, meanwhile, pulled the redhead’s sweater off and began to suckle on her breasts. Kelly Ann closed her eyes in ecstasy, and when she reopened them, yet another surprise awaited her: Marie’s wet pussy was just inches from her face, demanding her attention. Kelly swallowed hard. Good girls like her didn’t do things like this; but then again, they didn’t do anything she’d done in the last half-hour. The smell of Marie’s arousal was overwhelming. It was familiar, of course, but she’d never experienced it quite this way before. Kelly Ann extended her tongue and got her first taste of another girl’s pussy. She couldn’t believe she was doing this, it was so bad, but she had to admit that it felt good.

Marie leaned forward to suck on Jessica’s nipples as she rode the cheerleader’s face. Kelly Ann was eager to give pleasure but not so skilled at cunnilingus, so Marie reached down to finger herself as well. A minute later both she and Kelly Ann had simultaneous, long, loud orgasms.

When the three of them untangled Kelly Ann dressed sheepishly, embarrassed at the intimacy of what had just happened, but also glowing with post-orgasmic joy. She excused herself to wash up as Jessica wrote out a very generous check to the school. When Kelly Ann returned, Jessica — still naked but without the strap-on—handed her the check. “Come back tomorrow with a friend,” said Jessica, “and I’ll write you a check for twice as much.”

Kelly Ann thanked her and made her way unsteadily to the door. Jessica watched her cute little ass wiggle down the driveway, then closed the door when Kelly was out of sight. Marie knew that the mistress of the house would want her needs attended to now, and was waiting on her knees by the couch. Jessica sat and spread her legs wide, pushing her servant’s head down between them, savoring the pleasure of the moment, and the pleasure yet to come.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Slave Girls of Alpha Beta Delta, Chapter 53

Throughout the rest of that Sunday, ABD House gradually filled up with Sisters returning from Thanksgiving break. By early evening the house was abuzz with activity and the voices of girls catching up and telling tales of their travels.

Around 7 Miss White got a call from Dean Wilkins to set up a meeting for the next day. She sighed as she hung up the phone. None of the girls who had “visited” with the Dean so far — Kristin, Jenny, April, and Emma — seemed to have been damaged by the experience. Still, it irked her to feel so powerless in the situation. After resolving to find a way to fix this problem, she decided it was time for a drink.

As she headed toward the kitchen for ice she saw Kristin and Jenny walking through with their suitcases. They looked radiantly happy and it cheered Miss White considerably to see them. “How was your Thanksgiving?” she asked.

Kristin and Jenny looked at each other and giggled. “Fantastic,” answered Kristin. “How about you?”

Thinking back to all that had transpired over the break, Miss White shrugged. “I can’t complain.” She gave each girl a hug and let them go.

After pouring herself a drink Miss White started a fire and sat down with a magazine in her lap, watching the hustle and bustle of the Sisters going by. After awhile things began to quiet down. Jodie appeared and curled up at her feet with a big book of Shakespeare plays. Not long after, Kristin and Jenny settled into a nearby couch with cups of tea and their laptops. Eventually Sasha and several other Sisters filled up all the available spots in the living room.

Miss White tended the fire and even went so far as to bring tea and hot chocolate to the gathered girls. Several of them raised an eyebrow at being served by the usually imperious house manager, but no one complained. The mood in the house was contented and cozy.

It was still pretty early when everyone started to drift off to bed. Only Kristin and Jenny remained when Miss White bid them good night, took Jodie by the hand, and led her from the room. They looked at each other, shrugged, and headed upstairs.

* * *

Monday was a hectic day for everyone and passed quickly. Miss White had a bunch of deliveries to look over and sign for, and several repairs to oversee. It was a bit of a scramble to be ready for her meeting with the Dean at 4:30, but she still took the time to shower, pluck her eyebrows, and put on her best power suit. If she was a few minutes late, so what?

Despite her best efforts, she had been unable to devise some clever way out of this dilemma. It appeared that she would continue to do the Dean’s bidding for the foreseeable future. But she was determined to be as much of a pain in the ass about it as possible.

It was a cold, wet day out, and by the time Miss White arrived at the Dean’s office she was in a throughly sour mood. She brightened a bit when she saw Jodie, who was standing over the copy machine in the corner. Miss White winked, and Jodie grinned, then lowered her eyes and returned her attention to her work.

Miss White approached the Dean’s secretary’s desk but hadn’t yet opened her mouth when the secretary gestured with her head and said, “She’s waiting for you.” Miss White nodded and proceeded into the office.

The Dean was sitting behind her desk, tapping a pencil on its surface with a slightly annoyed look on her face. “Have a seat, Alexis,” she said in a businesslike voice.

Miss White sat. For a few seconds they just stared at each other; it was Miss White who finally spoke up. “So what do you want this time?” she asked somewhat peevishly.

Dean Wilkins gazed levelly into Miss White’s eyes, just a hint of a twinkle playing in the corners of her own. “I want you, Alexis.”

Miss White’s initial response was absolutely not, never in a million years. But before opening her mouth she stopped to think for a moment. And upon doing so she realized that here, finally, was the way out.

“OK,” she said finally, choosing her words carefully. “But after that we’re done. No more.”

Now it was the Dean’s turn to pause and consider. “Fair enough,” she said. At that, Miss White stood up. “I’ll see you at my house Friday at 8,” said the Dean. Indicating Jodie, who had come into the room and was now bent over a file cabinet, she added, “And bring her along.”

* * *

As the week wore on, Miss White found herself growing increasingly uneasy. It had been quite a long time since she had submitted to anyone. And though she had resigned herself to it on an intellectual level, accepting it emotionally was something else altogether.

In her very first relationship, with a woman who was ten years her senior, she had taken the submissive role. And when she’d had her heart broken, she’d sworn to herself that she’d never again give up control to anyone. Through all the years since she’d stuck to her resolution, but now she was going to have to sacrifice it for the greater good. She could get through one night, she told herself, if it meant having this weight off her back.

Everyone around Miss White could tell that she was out of sorts, moody and unfocused and distractible, but only Jodie knew why. This served to deepen the bond that had already been forming between them. Jodie went out of her way to pamper Miss White even more than usual, giving her back and foot massages, bringing her cups of tea and sometimes something stronger.

Although Jodie would have been delighted to relieve Miss White’s tension by servicing her sexually, she dared not take the initiative. Both of them knew that Jodie was Miss White’s to do with as she pleased, but throughout that week the older woman did not avail herself of her privilege.

It was a relief when Friday finally rolled around. At last they were going to get this over with — and though she would have had a hard time admitting it to anyone, even herself, deep down Miss White was excited about the idea of surrendering herself to the Dean. As she and Jodie walked towards the Dean’s house, a mixed feeling of apprehension and anticipation roiled in her stomach and vibrated between her legs. For once she wasn’t going to be in charge, and she had no idea what was going to happen next.


Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Slave Girls of Alpha Beta Delta, Chapter 52

Jenny was in the middle of a strange and sexy dream — it was the 1960s, she was at a party, and different crazy things were happening in every room — when she felt herself being gently shaken awake. “Hey, Jen,” whispered Kristin.

Blinking, fighting to remember who and where she was, Jenny responded “Hmmm?”

Kristin grinned at her, finding her especially adorable in that moment. “Sorry,” she said, “I just wanted to tell you, I have to take off for a little bit. My dad’s car broke down and so he and Carl need a ride back from the city. I’m gonna go get them, but you can stay here.”

“OK,” said Jenny, yawning.

Kristin leaned over and kissed Jenny on the forehead. “My mom and Lina are downstairs making donuts.” This was another part of their annual tradition: making homemade donuts. It was time-consuming and labor-intensive project, but the results were always spectacular. “I’ll be back in, like, three hours.”

When Kristin left Jenny closed her eyes and rolled over onto her side. She spent the next hour drifting in and out of consciousness, a series of dreams and fantasies floating through her head. At one point, she imagined that Carol Thompson and Lina Santini had come upstairs and crept quietly into her room. Standing beside the bed, they quickly stripped naked and then slipped under the covers on either side of her.

Even in her semi-conscious state, Jenny knew that this was very naughty, but that was part of what made it exciting. She imagined the two older women’s mouths all over her, kissing and licking and exploring every inch of her luscious young body. As the scenario unfolded in her mind Jenny reached one hand down between her legs and began to rub herself.

She started to moan, fighting to remain quiet, as her orgasm approached. She came hard, and only after the spasms had subsided did she open her eyes. To her surprise, Lina Santini was standing there in the doorway holding a tray of coffee and donuts.

Jenny had no way of knowing how long Lina had been watching, but the look on her face said, long enough. Their eyes met and Jenny flushed red but didn’t look away.

In that moment a battle was fought inside Lina between her libido and her conscience. She knew that what she wanted to do right then would be crossing a line — a somewhat blurry line, but a line nonetheless. Then again, how many times in life did you get a chance like this? To throw caution to the wind, to live fully, to indulge in delightfully forbidden pleasures?

Lina put the tray down on Kristin’s bureau and sat down on the bed, leaning over to give Jenny a kiss. Jenny wondered if she should resist; she felt like maybe she was supposed to, but she didn’t want to. She returned the kiss gently at first, then with increasing ardor, then it was like a dam broke; she was pushing her tongue into Lina’s mouth and fumbling to get the older woman’s clothes off as quickly as possible.

Down in the kitchen, meanwhile, Carol was wondering what had happened to Lina. She was only supposed to be gone for a minute to take Jenny some breakfast — what was taking so long? Then Carol heard a noise from upstairs, and wondered ... could it be? After a brief internal battle her curiosity won out over her discretion, and she began to climb the stairs.

The door to Kristin’s bedroom was cracked open and Carol peered through. What she saw was Jenny sprawled out spread-eagled on the bed, clawing at the bedclothes as Lina’s tongue pistoned in and out of her pussy. In a way this was shocking, and in a way not surprising at all; seeing it now, it felt almost inevitable.

Carol was sorely tempted to join in — that Jenny was certainly a delectable little peach. But after watching for a minute Carol thought of her daughter and decided against it. She wasn’t sure exactly what Kristin and Jenny were to each other — it was something more than lovers, and something less than an exclusive couple — but it would be better to steer clear. Instead Carol went to her own bedroom and masturbated while listening to the moans drifting over from down the hall.

Having satisfied their animal needs, Jenny and Lina did not linger with each other. They both immediately felt a little guilty about what they’d done, though neither regretted it. They’d had a moment, that was all; could anyone blame them?

After getting dressed Lina gave Jenny a kiss and crept out of the room. Of course Carol would know what had happened, there was no way for her not to; but she would understand. What Kristin and Nicola might think would be a different matter, but there was no reason for them to find out.

Jenny got back under the covers and ate her breakfast. The coffee was cold, but the donuts were delicious. She wondered if she should tell Kristin what had just happened; after thinking about it she decided, no, it was OK for her to have this little secret.

Then she wondered if she should take a shower. The smell of pussy was strong on her — but then that wasn’t exactly anything unusual, and at the moment she felt extremely lazy. In a minute the question was moot anyway, because Kristin came into the room, looking even more beautiful than usual. For a second Jenny had an impulse to blurt out her indiscretion, but she got hung up on the question of how to phrase it, and then the moment was gone. Kristin was kissing her and saying, “Come on, lazybones, let’s hit the road.”

Jenny had forgotten that their train was at 1:00, and it was almost noon. She quickly showered, dressed, and packed. After saying goodbye to everyone — including Nicola, who had showed up shortly after noon with donuts on her mind — they were driven to the train station by Carol.

“I hope you girls had a nice time,” she said.

“Yeah, Mom,” said Kristin. “Great.”

“Yes, Mrs. Thompson –” said Jenny.


“Carol,” repeated Jenny. “I had an amazing time. Thank you so much.”

“You know, Jenny,” said Carol, looking at Jenny in the rear view mirror. “You’re welcome here anytime, with or without her.” She gestured to her daughter sitting next to her. “You’re a member of the family now.”

“Gee, thanks, Mrs. ... Carol,” said Jenny.

They pulled up in front of the station just as the train was pulling in. There was only time for a quick hug before Kristin and Jenny ran for the train, turning only once to wave, and were gone.

* * *

At Alpha Beta Delta, the day had been slow to get started. The first Sister to arise was Sasha, who drifted downstairs in the early afternoon. Groggy and a little hung over, she went to the corner of the kitchen where the coffee maker was. There was fresh coffee in it, which meant that someone must be up; but only after taking a couple sips did Sasha turn around to see two figures at the table across the room from her.

She usually wore contacts and couldn’t see very well without them, so it was only as she got close that she realized what she was looking at. Jodie was bent over the table, naked and blindfolded, hands bound behind her back. On the table next to her sat a bunch of produce — carrots, bananas, a couple kinds of cucumber, a few kinds of squash. Next to her sat Miss White, holding one end of a zucchini, the other end of which was inside Jodie’s pussy.

As Sasha approached, Miss White saw the look in her eyes and grinned devilishly. “We’re just playing a little game,” she said. “If she can tell me what I’m fucking her with, she gets to come.”

Sipping her coffee, Sasha asked, “How’s she doing?”

Miss White shook her head. “Not so good.” Gesturing the vegetables she said, “Would you like a turn?”

“Well, gee...” said Sasha. Rummaging through the pile, she found a nice, thick carrot about 10 inches long. Miss White pulled the zucchini out of Jodie with an audible pop and brought it around to Jodie’s mouth, pressing it against her lips. Jodie obediently stuck out her tongue and began to lick her own juices off the vegetable.

Sasha wiggled the narrow end of the carrot between Jodie’s pussy lips, then slowly began to push the rest of it in. Miss White meanwhile had shoved the zucchini into Jodie’s mouth; when the carrot was all the way inside her, she started trying to say something, but all she could get out was “Crrt! Crrt!”

Finally Miss White pulled the squash out of her mouth and she gasped, “Carrot! Carrot!” Miss White and Sasha gave her a nice round of applause, Sasha leaving the orange root vegetable dangling lewdly from her cunt.

When they were done Miss White cocked an eyebrow at Sasha. “Well?”

“Oh,” said Sasha. “Right.” Dropping to her knees, Sasha started to lick Jodie’s clit while fucking her with the carrot.

Just then Polly walked into the kitchen and wandered over. “What’s the haps?” she asked.

By way of an answer, Miss White pulled off Jodie’s blindfold and put it on Polly. She then bent Polly over, removed the length of cloth binding Jodie’s wrists, and used it to tie Polly’s hands behind her back. Pulling Polly’s pajama bottoms down around her ankles, Miss White said, “We’re going to play a little game....”


Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Slave Girls of Alpha Beta Delta, Chapter 51

Jenny didn’t know how long she’d been there in the dark, anticipating, remembering, fantasizing. It could have been five minutes or it could have been an hour. Her entire being was centered on the warm, wet spot between her legs; if only she could touch it! But bound as she was, she could do nothing but wait.

Finally the door swung open and Kristin and Nicola swaggered in, dressed in the police uniforms and swinging nightsticks. Nicola switched on the bedside lamp and Jenny blinked, looking back and forth from one “officer” to the other, wondering what they had in store for her.

Kristin and Nicola took up positions on either side of the bed and began to poke and prod Jenny’s naked body with their billy clubs, paying special attention to her breasts, thighs, and vulva. Occasionally Kristin would penetrate Jenny slightly with the tip of her stick; each time Jenny flexed her hips to try to get more inside, and Kristin quickly pulled the stick away, leaving Jenny frustrated.

Over a period of minutes they gradually drove Jenny into a frenzy. She thrashed and pulled at her bonds, though she knew it was fruitless; Kristin had tied her ankles tight and the handcuffs were of solid construction. She would have been quite willing to beg, but knew that that would probably just cause her to have to wait longer; so she gritted her teeth and held on.

Finally Kristin decided that enough was enough. She nodded to Nicola, who eagerly leaned over and began to lick Jenny’s pussy. Primed as she was, she came almost immediately. Nicola gave her a few seconds and started up again; she lasted almost a minute this time.

Jenny’s third orgasm took a little longer and was so powerful that she thought she might pass out. She closed her eyes and sank back into the bed, no longer caring or even really noticing that she was bound hand and foot.

When she opened her eyes again Nicola had moved away and Kristin was standing at the foot of the bed, pants hanging open, stroking the shaft of her strap-on. Jenny licked her lips and tried to get herself ready.

When she felt the head slide between her pussy lips Jenny flexed her hips again, and this time Kristin met her with a thrust, driving the full length of the dildo home. Jenny yowled and her whole body went stiff, then relaxed a little as Kristin slowly pulled back. Now Kristin slammed the cock in again, even harder and deeper this time, and Jenny let out a full-throated groan that was quickly drowned out by Nicola’s crotch covering her face.

Nicola rode Jenny’s tongue for awhile, grinding her pussy down onto the Asian girl’s face, then leaned down and began to lick Jenny’s clit as Kristin fucked her. Together they made Jenny come so hard, so many times, that she was left completely limp and depleted. She lay there unmoving as Kristin took off her strap-on and leaned back against Nicola’s bureau with her legs spread.

Kristin ordered Nicola to kneel down and lick her, and Nicola meekly complied. Kristin held onto Nicola’s pigtails while grinding into her face; Nicola jabbed her tongue deep inside, rubbing Kristin’s clit with her nose, happy to serve as Kristin’s instrument of pleasure.

Three orgasms later Kristin finally felt sated. She looked over at Nicola’s alarm clock; it was after midnight and she could hear her bed calling her.

After setting Jenny free Kristin sent her down to the basement to retrieve their clothes. As she walked through the living room naked, Jenny thought about when she’d run into Lina Santini there the other day. Since then she’d had a number of fantasies about things that might have happened, and a few of them flashed through her head now, but idly; at the moment she was as contented as a girl could be.

Nicola told Kristin that they were welcome to spend the night. But all of their toiletries and such were back at the other house, and anyway Kristin wanted to sleep in her own bed, alone with Jenny — three in a bed was always a little crowded.

When Jenny came back they dressed and wished Nicola goodnight. Nicola fell into bed, thoroughly satisfied and totally exhausted, and in less than a minute was unconscious.

* * *

The orgy at ABD, for that’s what it had become, went on into the wee hours. Before it was done Luz had tasted and been tasted by each one of the Sisters; whoever wasn’t occupied with her took turns servicing Miss White.

Miss White was impressed with Luz’s stamina; even by ABD standards, her appetite was insatiable. Did every pregnant woman have this much sexual energy? It might be something to explore in the future.

But eventually even Luz ran out of gas and things began to wind down. One by one the Sisters drifted away until only Luz, Miss White, and Jodie remained.

“Do you want to stay over?” asked Miss White.

Luz shook her head. “No, I promised my husband I’d be home tonight, even if it’s late. He worries about me.” Seeing Miss White frown, Luz continued, “He’s really a good man, Alexis. And I’m very happy, honestly.” She sighed. “But this was nice.” She looked over at Jodie. “Really, really nice.”

Once Luz had gotten dressed Miss White slipped on a bathrobe and walked her to the door. “Thanks for coming,” she said. “It was great to see you, and congratulations on everything. You know you’re welcome here anytime.”

“Thanks,” said Luz, and they hugged. With that Luz turned and was gone into the cold, dark night. Closing the door behind her, Miss White turned back into the house, took Jodie by the hand, and led her up to bed.


Monday, March 15, 2010

Slave Girls of Alpha Beta Delta, Chapter 50

After the last movie the older women had gone to bed, leaving Kristin, Jenny, and Nicola alone in the living room. After sitting around watching movies all day they still had plenty of energy and were ready to something different, but they didn’t know what.

They chitchatted idly for a while, and then it was quiet in the room for a restless interval. It was Nicola who finally broke the silence.

“So after yesterday, I was thinking....” She paused, evidently a little embarrassed by what she was about to say. “I was thinking we might...” she trailed off again.

“Come on, girl!” encouraged Kristin. “Spit it out!”

“Well, I have this fantasy.”

Kristin sat up straight. “Go on.”

* * *

And so it was that a few minutes later Kristin and Jenny found themselves in the Santinis’ basement, changing into the police uniforms that Nicola’s parents had worn for Halloween a few weeks previously. These were quality replicas, not cheap costumes, and came complete with handcuffs and billy clubs.

Kristin was about the same height as Carl Santini, and so his costume fit her fairly well, though it was roomy in the shoulders and the fabric was stretched very tight across her breasts. Lina’s uniform fit Jenny like a glove.

Once they were dressed they left the basement through the back door and walked around to the front of the house. Kristin and Nicola had worked out the broad outlines of the scene they were about to enact; the rest would be improvised. Nicola was an aspiring actress who had been in numerous plays, both in high school and in college, and took a regular improv class. Kristin had never been on stage but always enjoyed role-playing; and Jenny, as usual, would follow her lead.

When they arrived at the front door Kristin knocked firmly and loudly. A few seconds later Nicola appeared, looking adorable with her hair tied in pigtails, wearing pink pajamas with ruffled sleeves and teeny-tiny shorts. “Hello, officers,” she said. “What can I do for you?”

“Sorry to bother you, miss,” responded Kristin. “But we’ve had some reports of a suspicious character in the neighborhood.”

“Oh, no!” cried Nicola, sounding genuinely distressed. “Won’t you come in?”

“Thank you,” said Kristin, and she meant it. The weather was freezing and she was red in the face from just a couple minutes outside. She and Jenny stepped inside and Nicola closed the door behind them. After taking a few seconds to warm up, Kristin got back into character. “So have you seen anything out of the ordinary?”

“No,” answered Nicola, twirling one of her pigtails, “but you know, I’ve had a funny feeling all night. I’m all alone in the house and I get a little scared sometimes ... the house is so big and so quiet.”

Kristin had to fight not to laugh out loud. Nicola was really good at this. “Would you like us to have a look around, miss?”

“Oh, yes, that would be wonderful, officer. I’d hate to think there’s a, like, psycho hiding in a darkened room somewhere. If you gave the place a once-over, I’m sure I’d feel much better afterward.”

They walked through the living room to the kitchen with Kristin in the lead, Nicola behind her, and Jenny bringing up the rear. Along the way Kristin checked every window and door, taking her time, enjoying the feeling of anticipation buzzing in her head and between her legs. At last she said, “Everything seems to be fine down here. Let’s check the upstairs.”

At the top of the stairs Kristin led them straight to Nicola’s bedroom. The light was on, and arrayed across the bed were a vibrator, a double-headed dildo, a pair of nipple clamps, and a lesbian porn magazine.

“I’m a bad girl, officers,” purred Nicola. “I think I need to be punished.”

There was no sense wasting any more time. Kristin spun Nicola around, pulled her hands behind her back, and cuffed them together. Then she bent Nicola forward over the bed; in this position her tiny pink shorts rode up even further into her crotch.

Kristin picked up her nightstick and tapped it a couple times against Nicola’s ass, then ran it up her thighs and touched it against her pussy through the fabric of her shorts. Nicola squirmed and rubbed her crotch against the tip of the billy club.

Handing the nightstick to Jenny, Kristin said, “Officer Baker, take over here.” Then she pulled down the top of her uniform, exposing her breasts; it was nice to be free of the restrictive fabric. Sitting down on the bed, she leaned across so her tits were dangling over Nicola’s head; Nicola obediently began to lick and suck them.

Jenny continued to probe Nicola’s crotch with the nightstick, slipping it up under the fabric of her shorts and pushing the tip between her pussy lips. Nicola arched her back and opened her legs wide. Kristin, meanwhile, had picked up the nipple clamps and snapped them on to Nicola’s rock-hard nubs.

Now Kristin reached down and pulled Nicola’s shorts down around her thighs. To Jenny she said, “I think a spanking is in order here.” Taking the cue, Jenny put down the nightstick and with her bare hand gave Nicola a firm swat on one cheek, then the other.

As Jenny spanked Nicola, Kristin tugged on occasionally on the nipple clamps; every time Nicola gasped and whimpered, momentarily distracted from what she was doing. Then Jenny would whack her on the rump, and she’d get back to work on Kristin’s boobs.

At this point Jenny was starting to feel overdressed; she abandoned the spanking and began to peel off her uniform. When she was naked, Kristin had her sit down on top of Nicola. Kristin then grabbed the two-headed dildo and impaled Nicola with one end, then slid the other end into Jenny’s slippery hole.

Kristin began to move the dildo in and out, enjoying the way the two girls squirmed and writhed. It made a pretty picture, but after a few minutes Kristin grew tired of it; she tossed the dildo aside and unzipped her pants, allowing a black strap-on to pop out. She wasted no time driving the thick shaft into Nicola’s slit.

Nicola moaned as the prosthetic cock entered her, then sighed with disappointment as Kristin pulled out and penetrated Jenny instead. Back and forth she went, back and forth, until all three of them were dripping sweat as well as pussy juice.

At this point Kristin lifted Jenny and deposited her on the floor between Nicola’s legs. Jenny began to eagerly lap away at Nicola’s pussy as Kristin got up onto the bed and pushed the juice-slick dildo protruding from her pelvis into Nicola’s mouth. Nicola gagged a little and then adjusted; she was a pretty good deep-throater. But then as Jenny’s skillful tongue probed deeper into her pussy she lost her balance. If her hands hadn’t been bound behind her back she would have held onto Kristin for support; as it was she fell forward, driving the full, considerable length of the strap-on into her mouth and beginning to choke.

Taking pity on Nicola, Kristin held her by the shoulder and pulled out. Her pussy was dying for attention, anyway; she quickly unharnessed the strap-on, stripped her uniform all the way off, and pushed Nicola’s head down between her legs.

For awhile there was no sound in the room but low feminine moans and soft slurping sounds. Then the moans began to grow louder; both Nicola and Kristin were approaching powerful orgasms, the sense of it was tangible in the room. When they hit Nicola collapsed onto the bed and lay limp, while Kristin braced herself against the wall with one hand, her legs visibly shaking.

When her head began to clear Kristin looked down at Jenny, who knelt there looking doe-eyed and lovely, her face generously smeared with Nicola’s sticky ooze. Jenny had been a real trouper, she decided, and deserved a treat – though her idea of what constituted a treat was a little different from most people’s.

Kristin got Nicola up and uncuffed her; she stood rubbing her wrists as Kristin laid Jenny out on the bed. Lifting Jenny’s right arm up over her head, Kristin cuffed it to the headboard, then went to get the handcuffs that Jenny had been carrying. She used these to bind Jenny’s other hand, then found two of Nicola’s belts and used them to tie Jenny’s ankles to the foot of the bed.

After scooping up the two uniforms and nightclubs, Kristin took Nicola by the arm and steered her toward the door. Giving Jenny a quick wink, she turned off the light and they were gone, leaving Jenny alone in the dark.


Sunday, March 14, 2010

Slave Girls of Alpha Beta Delta, Chapter 49

They found Miss White in the living room, gazing thoughtfully into the fire. As they entered she looked Jodie up and down and nodded her approval. “Jodie dear,” she said, “would you be so kind as to go downstairs and fetch a fresh bottle of brandy?”

“Of course,” answered Jodie, and she bounded off. Luz sat down next to Miss White and sighed.

“I have to tell you, Alexis,” said Luz, “being here with you, and these girls ... it really takes me back.” She sighed. “I’m not sure exactly how to say this,” she went on, looking Miss White straight in the eyes. “But I’m so ... fucking ... horny. My hormones have been going crazy, and my husband is afraid to touch me, like he thinks I’m going to break. But I’m not fragile, Alexis. I’ve never felt stronger in my life.”

Miss White smiled. “My dear, you’ve certainly come to the right place.”

Just then Jodie returned carrying a bottle of cognac; Miss White stood up and took it from her, then whispered a few sentences into her ear. Jodie nodded, walked over to where Luz sat, and dropped to her knees, gazing submissively into the older woman’s eyes.

Standing up, Luz turned around and pulled her long hair up off her neck, revealing the zipper of her dress. Taking the cue, Jodie reached for the zipper and gently pulled it all the way down. Luz slipped the dress down off her shoulders, then down around her waist, then all the way off. She picked up the dress and folded it carefully, sitting it down on the nearby end table.

Miss White walked over to add some wood to the fire, but kept her eyes firmly fixed on Luz, who now unhooked her bra and pulled it off. Her breasts were indeed bigger than they had been; they were at least DDs now. Luz sat the bra down on top of her dress, and it was soon joined by her panties. Now gloriously, luminously naked, Luz returned to her place on the couch, sitting back with her legs slightly parted.

Both Miss White and Jodie gazed at Luz admiringly, almost reverently. She looked so ripe, so fecund, so angelic — the perfect image of a mother goddess. Jodie wanted nothing more at that moment than to kiss her, and leaned forward; Luz bent slightly toward her, and their lips met.

The kiss was wonderful, soft and sweet and delicious, and Jodie would have continued it indefinitely. But Luz’s stiff nipples were dying for attention, and she took hold of Jodie’s collar and pulled the younger woman down to her chest. Jodie dutifully licked and sucked one thick brown nipple, then the other. Though there was no actual liquid, she could have sworn she tasted milk. This was a novel sensation and Jodie went with it, sucking hard on Luz’s breasts like an hungry baby.

Luz moaned as Miss White looked on approvingly, feeling her pussy grow wetter by the second. Now Luz tugged again on Jodie’s collar and Jodie was kissing her way down the older woman’s sternum and along the rounded swell of her belly. For a moment it struck Jodie how strange this was — wow, there’s a baby in there — but the smell coming from Luz’s crotch was intoxicating and inviting and reassuringly familiar.

Luz spread her legs wide and Jodie paid homage to her thighs, kissing and licking each with tender affection. Then neither one of them could wait another second — Luz was pulling on Jodie’s collar as Jodie’s tongue ran up the length of Luz’s slit, trailing along the furrow between her pussy lips.

Sighing happily, Luz sat back against the couch, then lifted one hand to play with her breasts as the other held Jodie’s head. Jodie was lapping gently, savoring the nuances of Luz’s rich and complex flavor, but Luz was so sensitized that she came quickly anyway. She shivered all over and her hand gripped Jodie’s shoulder as a look of the purest bliss spread across her face.

Jodie waited until the spasms had subsided, and was ready to go back in for more when she felt herself being pulled away. Miss White had taken hold of her collar, and was now gesturing for her to step aside. Jodie obeyed, and soon had the privilege of witnessing a very rare sight: Alexis White on her knees.

At first Miss White had been perfectly content to sit and watch, sipping her cognac and enjoying the moment. But then a powerful wave of feeling washed over her — something more than mere desire, it was almost religious in its depth. This feeling cried out to be expressed, and so she knelt at Luz’s feet, looking up into the younger woman’s kind, calm, intelligent brown eyes.

They knew each other very well, had been intimate on many occasions, but the connection had never felt as strong as it did at this moment. They shared a long, deep, and loving kiss; Jodie, looking on, was so touched by this display of real tenderness that she could feel tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

The kiss went on for a long interval of suspended time before Miss White finally began slowly licking and nibbling along Luz’s neck, across her shoulders, and down to her chest. Her flesh was sweet, salty, savory all at once. Cupping Luz’s weighty breasts in her hands, Miss White craned her neck to take one stiff, throbbing nipple into her mouth. Like Jodie she got a vague taste of milk that was slightly sour but made her hunger for more; she opened her mouth wide to engulf as much of Luz’s swollen mammary as she could.

As she continued to suckle Miss White reached one hand down to explore Luz’s pussy; it was sopping wet and she easily slid one, two, three fingers inside, feeling Luz’s muscles clench around them. Jodie, meanwhile, had lifted her skirt slightly and started rubbing herself. As she did so she reflected on how fortunate she was to be sitting here watching this; truly, it was a world full of wonders, and she counted herself the luckiest girl in it.

As Miss White traced a path down Luz’s protruding belly with her tongue, Jodie continued to finger herself with one hand. With the other she picked up Miss White’s snifter and took a sip. It was bitter and felt like it was burning her mouth, but that impression was immediately replaced by a sensation of comforting warmth. She took another drink, and this one burned a little less; she began to feel pleasantly lightheaded.

Miss White, meanwhile, had arrived down between Luz’s legs. Normally she liked to tease a little, pay attention to a woman’s thighs and pelvis before diving into her pussy, but right now she couldn’t wait another second. She leaned down with tongue extended, keeping her fingers inside Luz’s cunt as she began to lap up the delicious nectar flowing from it.

Luz spasmed involuntarily, arching her back and gripping Miss White’s shoulder with surprising strength, accidentally digging her sharp nails into Miss White’s back. For a moment this was painful but soon Miss White found herself completely engulfed in Luz’s heavenly smell and taste, forgetting all else in the world. She had eaten Luz’s pussy many times over the years, but it was different now somehow; maybe it was the new hormones in her system?

Jodie sat there watching, sipping, and rubbing as Miss White brought Luz to orgasm after orgasm. After awhile Luz sank down sideways on the couch, and at this angle she was looking straight into Jodie’s crotch. It suddenly occurred to her that it had been years since she’d tasted a pussy, and that there was no reason for that situation to continue even one minute longer.

Looking up into Jodie’s eyes, Luz beckoned to her with one hand. “Come here, sweetheart,” she purred.

Jodie didn’t need to be asked twice. Sitting down the snifter, she moved over to the couch and climbed on. She tensed and then relaxed as Luz’s tongue penetrated her. Looking up briefly from between Luz’s legs, Miss White flashed Jodie a smile — a warmer, more uncomplicated smile than Jodie had ever seen on her face before — and went right back to work.


Saturday, March 13, 2010

Slave Girls of Alpha Beta Delta, Chapter 48

Dinner at Alpha Beta Delta that night was Chateaubriand with potatoes au gratin and a Caesar salad. Afterward they had coffee and cake served in the living room by Polly and Nikki, who continued to be on their best behavior, mindful of what Miss White had told them.

“That was a wonderful meal,” said Luz. “My compliments to the chef.”

“Yes, excellent work,” added Miss White. “Sasha, Sofia, all of you.” She looked around at the lovely young women who were her charges, and breathed a deep sigh of both satisfaction and anticipation. It had been a lovely evening, but the night was still young.

After finishing an enormous piece of chocolate cake and two cups of decaf, Luz stood up and took Jodie by the hand. Turning to Miss White, she asked, “Sewing machine still in the same place?” Miss White nodded, and Luz led Jodie up the stairs and down a hallway to a rarely used room that Jodie had never even noticed before.

In one corner was an old sewing machine coated with a substantial layer of dust. Luz shook her head; had it really been that long? Turning to Jodie, she said, “Do me a favor, sweetheart, and get that cleaned off while I try to find some thread here.”

Happy to have been given a task to do, Jodie went to grab some cleaning supplies, then set about the task with alacrity. While digging through a series of boxes looking for thread, Luz occasionally glanced up and watched the younger woman as she bent over the machine, tiny skirt riding up on her shapely rump. That was one thing about the uniform Luz had no intention of changing; the effect was delightful.

Once she’d found the appropriate thread Luz had Jodie take off the uniform, leaving her naked except for her shoes and socks. Jodie found herself blushing; though she was getting pretty accustomed to being nude in front of the women of ABD, at the moment she felt particularly exposed for some reason. She stood watching nervously as Luz’s hands moved deftly over the sewing machine.

As she worked Luz stole a few lingering glances at Jodie’s naked body. She really was a tasty little morsel — sweet and shy, a brown-haired girl with glasses, a type that Luz had always liked. Luz knew that she could have Jodie at the snap of a finger, and she fully intended to. But there was no need to be in a hurry. It had been years since she’d had the opportunity to indulge her lesbian tendencies, and it might be a good while before she had another. She meant to savor it as much as possible.

Working this way made Luz feel nostalgic for the old days at ABD. The life she lived now was the one she’d always wanted, and she certainly had no intention of giving it up. But her old life had been much simpler — not to mention wilder. Her husband was a wonderful man and a considerate lover, but at no point in her married life had she experienced anything like the sexual abandon she’d known at Alpha Beta Delta.

Her mind drifted back to when she had first started at ABD. She had been just 19, the same age as many of the students whose needs she served. Back then she had been a good Catholic girl, so innocent and naive that it was hard for her to believe now, though not a virgin — she’d had sex exactly twice, with a boy who lived down the hall from her.

When she missed her period she’d thought her life was over. Her parents would kill her — maybe not literally, but close. She prayed and prayed, telling God that if he made her not pregnant, she wouldn’t have sex again until she got married.

And God came through for her. She’d never been so happy as she was when she started bleeding. After that she steered clear of boys, concentrating on her schoolwork and her job.

Even so, after high school it was clear that she was going to have to work for a while before she could think about college. After a few months of cleaning hotel rooms she landed the job at ABD, which had the added advantage of providing food and board.

Luz had been hired by Miss White’s predecessor, Miss Winters, a Nordic-looking blonde in her mid-40s. Miss Winters was strict but fair, and Luz was happy with the job, though she worked very hard. Between keeping expenses low and not having much time to go out and do things, she saved up money at a good clip.

Under Miss Winters Alpha Beta Delta had been considerably more buttoned-up, and it had been weeks before Luz started to suspect that there was more going on there than met the eye. At times she heard strange moans in the night, and for a while she started to suspect that the place was haunted. One night, finally, she screwed up her courage and went to investigate.

Climbing the staircase toward the third floor, from which the sound seemed to be coming, Luz felt like she was in a dream. The moans soon resolved themselves into two distinct voices, one high-pitched and girlish, one slightly huskier.

Upon reaching the top of the stairs Luz found herself looking through an open door into a bedroom illuminated by candles and moonlight. She blinked a few times, not quite able to register what she was seeing; nothing in her experience had prepared her for what she now beheld.

Opposite the door was a bed, and leaning back against the headboard was a girl she recognized from around the house, a brunette named Melissa. They had exchanged pleasantries a few times but no more. And now Melissa was sitting there in plain sight, naked, with her legs spread wide.

Stretched out on the bed in front of Melissa was another girl, also naked. Her hands were bound behind her back and her head was between Melissa’s legs; Luz couldn’t see her face but Melissa was holding on to her red ponytail as her head moved up and down, back and forth.

For a long few seconds Luz stood there watching, both shocked and fascinated. A voice inside her was telling her to get away — she shouldn’t be there, wasn’t supposed to be seeing this. But she remained frozen in place, unable to move. Still the feeling was of being in a dream — surely this wasn’t, couldn’t, really be happening?

Then Melissa’s eyes met hers, and a look passed between them. Luz felt like Melissa was seeing all the way down into her soul, exploring her deepest desires, the hidden corners of her mind.

Finally Melissa raised one eyebrow and her mouth curled into a smile. “Would you like to join us?”

Luz’s heart began to pound furiously. Alerted now to her presence, the redhead turned to look at her; Luz recognized the face but couldn’t put a name to it. She had big green eyes and freckles, and the look on her face showed no surprise or embarrassment, just curiosity.

Luz found her eyes wandering to Melissa’s crotch, taking in the triangle of brown pubic hair, the shiny pink pussy, the slightly parted lips. She’d been around naked women plenty of times, for instance in the locker room, but never seen one with her legs splayed open this way; it was lewd and wanton, but also beautiful.

Realizing that she’d been staring, Luz blushed and returned her gaze to Melissa’s eyes. They were glimmering now with amusement, and displayed a certain knowing calm, as if she knew exactly what was going to happen next.

Without ever consciously deciding to, Luz took one step forward, then another. Melissa patted the bed next to her and Luz sat down in the indicated place. She was quivering with nervousness but knew, somehow, that this was where she was meant to be.

There was a cloud of scent in the vicinity of the two naked girls, and Luz’s nostrils were filled with mingled hints of flowers, sweat, and the fishy odor Luz knew from exploring her own private parts. She felt a little lightheaded, almost faint. Then Melissa reached one arm out to hold her and leaned in for a kiss.

Those lips seemed like the softest thing Luz had ever felt and she allowed herself to return the kiss, ignoring the nagging voice telling her how sinful this was. This was not, she told herself, what she’d promised God she wouldn’t do — it was something different, something she’d never even imagined.

From that point forward time seemed to disappear. Melissa pulled away and the redhead took her place; there was a strong taste on her lips of what Luz realized must be Melissa’s pussy; the idea sent a shudder through her, but not an unpleasant one.

Next thing Luz knew the girls were pulling off her nightgown, kissing her neck, her breasts, her belly. The craving this incited in her was like nothing she had ever felt before. All her inhibitions fell away, and before the night was over she’d been pleasured by both Melissa and the redhead, and pleasured both in return; had a dozen orgasms more intense than she’d ever thought possible; and discovered a whole new side of herself.

After that Luz regularly trysted with Melissa, sometimes in combination with the redhead — whose name was Casey, she learned — and sometimes with other girls. It became well-known around ABD that the maid was hot to trot, and she found herself involved in some kind of sexual escapade almost every day.

In time Miss Winters caught wind of what had been happening and summoned Luz to her office. When confronted Luz tearfully confessed, expecting to be summarily fired. Instead she found herself being tied up, spanked, and then fucked with a strap-on. As she lay there on the floor of Miss Winters’ office, sweaty and panting and thoroughly sated, she knew for sure that her life had changed.

A lot had happened since then ... but Luz shook her head and brought herself back to the here and now. The uniform was done and Luz held it up, inspecting her work with satisfaction. She helped Jodie into it, though not before copping a little feel, squeezing Jodie’s boobs and then her ass.

“Better?” asked Luz.

Jodie nodded and said “Yes, thanks,” still blushing slightly from having been fondled. She found Luz very attractive and hoped she’d have the chance to show her gratitude a little more intimately. But at the moment Luz was taking her by the hand and leading her back downstairs.

Friday, March 12, 2010

Slave Girls of Alpha Beta Delta, Chapter 47

As the special guest Jenny had gotten to choose the first movie, and she picked Mean Girls, one of her favorites. Nicola was next and she chose Bridesmaids. By then the vibe in the house was pretty raucous, with lots of laughter and commentary; Carol had rolled a joint that they’d all shared, and they were on their third bottle of wine.

Kristin found herself repeatedly looking over at Lina Santini, thinking of what she’d seen the day before. She couldn’t now unsee it, not that she necessarily wanted to; though strange and surprising, it retrospect it was also sort of sexy.

And Lina was a beautiful woman, there was no doubt about that. She was taller than her daughter, with longer hair and bigger breasts. Kristin started daydreaming, imagining that she took Lina upstairs for a little private time, while down here Carol, Nicola, and Jenny got to know each other a little better....

“Kristin!” said Carol, and Kristin started. Had her mother read her mind, learned about the scandalous things that went on there? “I said can you pass the popcorn.”

“Oh, sorry,” said Kristin and handed her the bowl, laughing to herself at her own silliness. She tried to stop fantasizing and focus on the movie, but her mind kept drifting back to sex. She was soaking wet between the legs and her pussy was crying for attention.

Finally Kristin excused herself and went down the hall to the bathroom. After closing the door she shucked off her jeans and sat down on the closed toilet seat. Spreading her legs wide, she pulled her panties to one side and began to urgently finger herself. In her mind’s eye she pictured a scene where, the moment she’d left the room, all four of the other women had torn off their clothes and gone wild. She saw Nicola 69ing with Carol on one couch while Jenny was with Lina on the other; Jenny lifted her head into the air, mouth formed into an “O” as Lina eagerly tongue-fucked her....

Kristin was just on the point of orgasm when the door opened and Nicola poked her head in. “I thought so,” said Nicola, smirking as she stepped inside and closed the door behind her.

Leaning back against the sink, Nicola lifted her skirt; she had gone commando underneath and immediately began to rub herself. After watching for a few seconds Kristin shrugged and resumed as well. They looked into each other's eyes while masturbating until they both came, Kristin first and Nicola a minute later. Then they composed themselves and went back to join the others.

Seeing them together, Jenny felt a twinge of jealousy. She knew that Kristin didn't like her to be possessive, and she didn’t mind sharing, but hated to be left out.

Carol and Lina looked at each other knowingly. They’d known for years that their daughters were lovers, but had never shared their own secret until now. Thinking about it, Carol wondered why; it wasn’t anything to be ashamed of. She had worried, she guessed, that the girls would see it as a betrayal of their fathers, but both of the husbands knew and didn’t mind. All the secrecy seemed kind of silly now.

Truth was, the weed had made Carol extremely horny, and Lina was looking especially sexy today, wearing a low-cut blouse that showed off her magnificent cleavage. The credits of Bridesmaids were running now, and Carol leaned over and whispered something into Lina’s ear. Lina looked surprised but nodded.

“Will you girls excuse us for a few minutes?” said Carol. “You can go ahead and start the next movie.” She took Lina by the hand and they left the room together.

* * *

As Luz came closer Miss White scrutinized her. She looked much the same as she always had, with flowing black hair, long legs, and a regal bearing. But there was one change that was immediately noticeable, one that Luz hadn’t mentioned in their email exchange: She was visibly pregnant, though not hugely so; Miss White guessed seven months.

Opening the door, Miss White stepped out onto the patio to greet her guest. “You look amazing,” she said, and it was true. Doing justice to her name, Luz appeared absolutely luminous; she was glowing with health and vitality. She was also, Miss White couldn’t help noticing, a full cup size larger than she’d been before; her swollen breasts were pushing against the top of her dress.

“You too, Alexis,” said Luz, and they hugged. Luz smelled fantastic too, like sandalwood, cedar, and cherry. They held the embrace for a good while, memories flooding back of times they had had together.

Finally they stepped inside, where Miss White had Jodie waiting with a tray of champagne glasses. “I guess we won’t be needing this,” said Miss White, glancing down at Luz’s belly.

“I can have a sip or two,” said Luz, taking a glass from the tray and patting her rounded stomach. “She’ll be fine.” Looking Jodie up and down, Luz noted that her old uniform was a little tight on the younger woman, but she carried it well. “And who is this enchanting young lady?”

“This is Jodie,” answered Miss White. “She’s... well, it’s kind of hard to explain, actually. She only just joined us recently but we’ve all become quite fond of her.” Jodie beamed at the compliment as Miss White sat her empty cocktail glass down on the tray and picked up a flute of bubbly. “Cheers,” she said, and she and Luz clinked glasses.

As they walked to the living room Luz glanced around at the house. “The place is looking wonderful. Have you done some remodeling?”

“A little, yes,” said Miss White. “And some of the art is new. This one was done by one of the Sisters.” She pointed to a sexy flower picture reminiscent of Georgia O’Keeffe, which had been painted by an art major who’d graduated two years previously.

After inviting Luz to sit by the crackling fire in the living room, Miss White went to see how things were going in the kitchen. “We’re good,” said Sasha. “A couple of things need to simmer for a while but basically we’re ready.”

“Excellent,” said Miss White. “You can all go get ready now.”

Meanwhile, Jodie had been left alone with Luz. “Is there anything I can get you? Water, a pillow, something to put your feet up on?”

“I’m fine, sweetheart, thank you,” said Luz, examining Jodie in more detail. The uniform was really too small for her; the skirt barely covered her pubes and the top crushed her breasts while lifting them, which made for a nice visual effect but had to be uncomfortable. “That used to be my uniform, you know.”

“Yes Ma’am, Miss White said so.”

“Is it uncomfortable for you?”

“Well, um, uh...maybe just a little.”

“Would you like me to let it out for you? Maybe after dinner. Won’t take but a minute.”

“Um...” Jodie looked nervous. “Well, as long as Miss White says it’s OK.”

“I’m sure she’ll be fine with it, but I’ll ask,” said Luz. “Don’t get me wrong. You look absolutely gorgeous.

Jodie blushed faintly and stammered, “Thank you, Ma’am.”

“And so polite and well-behaved. I can see why Alexis is fond of you.”

Just then Miss White returned carrying a tray of cheese and crackers. “Am I interrupting something?”

Luz smiled. “Just getting to know each other a little bit. I’d love to take a minute later to make some alterations to that uniform.”

Miss White frowned. “I didn’t ask you here to work.”

“But would be a simple matter and I’d actually enjoy it. I so rarely get to sew anymore.”

“Well, fine then,” said Miss White. “Your wish is my command.”

“Right now I wish you’d hand me some of that cheese. I’m starving.”

“Sorry,” said Miss White. “Try some of the Irish cheddar, it’s fantastic.”

* * *

The next movie was Kristin’s choice, Casablanca. They were just a few minutes in when, during a quiet moment, a high-pitched moan was clearly audible from upstairs. Kristin looked at Nicola. “Did you know?”

“Well...,” said Nicola, “I always had a feeling.” Just then another moan, this one deeper and longer, came drifting down the stairs.

“Wait, what?” said Jenny, looking vaguely in the direction from which the noises were coming. “Oh. Wow.”

“So maybe we should...indulge,” said Kristin. The masturbation had calmed her down for a minute, but she was now more worked up than ever, especially with the sounds of cavorting coming from upstairs. She paused the movie just as Lina’s voice barked out, clear as day, “Oh fuck.”

“Maybe we should go to my house,” said Nicola.

“Nah,” said Kristin. “I have a better idea.” She led the other girls to the guest room, the one where Jenny had slept the first two nights she was there. She’d never had sex in that room; now it was time.

As they passed Carol’s bedroom only a soft murmuring was audible from inside. Once they were in the guest room, all three stripped with great haste and they were on each other like bitches in heat. Their cries and wails must have been heard down the hall, but Kristin didn’t care anymore. She was in a frenzy, pushing Nicola’s head down between her legs and chowing down hungrily on Jenny’s cunt.

They went at it for what seemed like hours, the energy ebbing and flowing, moments of sweet calm interspersed with stretches of frantic fucking. During quiet moments, Kristin sometimes heard more moans coming from her mother’s bedroom. Which was weird, for sure, but also pretty hot.

Later, all five of them went down to the living room in bathrobes to watch the rest of Casablanca. The atmosphere was calmer and quieter now; they wrapped themselves up in blankets and drank hot chocolate, feeling contented and peaceful, all their needs fulfilled.


Thursday, March 11, 2010

Slave Girls of Alpha Beta Delta, Chapter 46

Jodie had never eaten a pussy before coming to ABD a couple weeks previously, but she’d had a lot of practice since then, and put everything she had learned into a concerted effort to bring Miri maximum pleasure. She found Miri’s cunt unbelievably delicious, somehow sweeter than any she’d yet tasted. Miss White looked on, hand resting lightly on her lap, as Jodie burrowed eagerly into Miri’s crotch.

Miss White found herself feeling a little jealous; though Jodie was generally a quite enthusiastic cunt-licker, she’d never been this aggressive before. She repeatedly stabbed her tongue into Miri’s slit as Miri moaned and played with her tits, all traces of shame or self-consciousness long gone.

When Miri came there was no mistaking it; she let out a deep-throated howl and fell sideways onto the couch. Jodie sat up and looked over at Miss White, her juice-smeared mouth curled into a proud smile.

As Miri lay with legs akimbo, displaying the dark cloud of hair between her legs and the glistening pink beneath, Miss White was surprised to find that she was actually salivating. She knew that she needed to taste that thing sooner rather than later. But she couldn’t just get down on her knees like Jodie had; that wasn’t how she worked.

And so it was that when Miri finally opened her eyes, she was for the first time in her young life confronted with a faceful of pussy. Miss White was straddling her, now naked, her clothes folded neatly on the coffee table.

Miss White was pleased to think that hers would be the first pussy Miri tasted; she was pretty sure that this was Miri’s first lesbian experience. Sexually active as she was, she rarely had this opportunity; it was usually the seniors who took the freshmen’s cherries.

Miri hesitated for a moment, unsure what to do, but then she realized it wasn’t rocket science. She stuck out her tongue and traced it along the curve of Miss White’s thigh, enjoying the way the older woman’s muscles trembled in response. She spent some time on each leg, breathing in the smell of Miss White’s arousal, before finally getting up the nerve to take a taste.

She liked it, but even better was the way the woman above her quivered and sighed. There was a tenderness to it, a sense of pleasure shared, that was new to her. She began to lap away steadily as Miss White slowly bent forward until her head was down between Miri’s legs. Miss White nuzzled into Miri’s luxurious thatch of soft, black pubic hair for a while before spreading her pussy lips and taking a big slurp. It was, indeed, delectable and Miss White devoured it with uninhibited abandon.

Jodie was happy that she’d had a front-row seat for Miri’s first taste of another woman, though she sort of wished it had been her. As Miss White and Miri 69ed Jodie darted around, kissing here, licking there.

Miri had orgasmed three times at the prompting of Miss White’s skilled tongue and fingers before she finally, with Jodie’s help, managed to return the favor. When Miss White climbed off her she lay there, staring at the ceiling, breathing heavily. When she’d woken up that morning, she would never have imagined that she’d end up in a lesbian threesome with one of her roommates and an older woman. But she had no complaints. No man had ever made her come like that; in fact she hadn’t come like that before, ever.

Looking over at Jodie, who had sat down across from her, Miri realized that the polite thing to do would be to return some of the pleasure she had received. She rolled onto the floor and crawled over between Jodie’s legs. Their eyes met and Miri realized that, though they’d been roommates for a while, they hadn’t really known each other. But they certainly knew each other now.

* * *

Setting down her book, Kristin gazed over at Jenny, who was looking particularly beautiful at the moment. She sort of felt like they should fuck, just because they could; but the truth was that they’d already had plenty for one day. Instead she reached over and switched off the light. Jenny cuddled up next to her and soon they were both asleep.

In the morning, though, Kristin woke up horny as hell. Jenny’s first sensation of the day was Kristin’s lips on her nipple; she was still only half-awake when Kristin spread her legs and began to gently tongue-bathe her pussy. Conscious that Kristin’s mother’s bedroom was just down the hall, Jenny tried to be quiet, putting a pillow over her head to stifle her moans.

Kristin had told Jenny that she’d come clean to her mother about the nature of their relationship, but not that she’d caught Carol in bed with Lina Santini. It wasn’t that she wanted to keep it secret, exactly; she just didn’t know how to say it.

When Jenny came her moans were loud, pillow or no pillow; she was feeling particularly sensitive that day for some reason. Kristin immediately popped up and put her robe on; she had caught a whiff of bacon wafting up from downstairs and was suddenly starving. “I’m going down,” she told Jenny.

Jenny took the pillow off her face and sighed, her pussy still spasming from the orgasm. “Be right behind you.”

Kristin found her mother standing at the stove, also in her bathrobe. Carol wished Kristin a good morning and smiled. Kristin wondered if it was obvious that she’d just been licking Jenny’s pussy, if her mother could smell it on her.

Jenny appeared a moment later, looking adorably disheveled with rumpled hair and drowsy eyes. “How’d you girls sleep?” asked Carol.

Kristin and Jenny looked at each other and grinned. “Great, Mom,” said Kristin.

“Yeah, fantastic,” said Jenny. “I feel like a million dollars.”

“So what are you two up to today?”

“We have the film festival later, right?” Carol nodded; this was a standard part of their annual Thanksgiving observances. On Saturday the girls got together for movies and popcorn; each one of them got to pick a film, so this year they would be watching five rather than four. “Guess we’ll go for a walk,” said Kristin, looking out the window at the blazing sunshine. “It’s a beautiful day.”

* * *

At ABD Jodie again brought Miss White breakfast in bed; this would soon become a regular part of her daily routine. Miss White was excited about Luz’s visit that evening. After breakfast she supervised Jodie and the four Sisters who were around in a few hours of deep cleaning; she wanted ABD House to look perfect for their guest.

Nikki and Polly grumbled to each other as they worked; it was hardly fair, they thought, for them to be stuck cleaning just because they hadn’t left for the break. But neither one of them said a word to Miss White; their asses were still sore from their Thanksgiving punishment, and they were in no hurry for another.

Afterward Miss White gathered everyone together and explained who the visitor was and why she was important. “Luz came from nothing and made something of herself,” she said. “She should be an example to you all. I want you to treat her with the same respect you give me, and I want her to have anything she wants while she’s here. Do I make myself clear?”

Everyone nodded. “Good. Sasha, you’ll be in charge in the kitchen again. You did a fantastic job on Thanksgiving. This time everyone will pitch in,” she said, looking pointedly at Nikki and Polly.

“Now,” continued Miss White, “I want each of you to pick out two or three outfits. I’ll come around later and help you decide which one to wear. OK?” There was a round of “Yes, Ma’am”s from the Sisters and they dispersed.

In the course of the afternoon Miss White visited each Sister in turn and had them model for her. For the first two the decisions were easy — for Polly, a green-and-red striped dress that flattered her slim frame, and white leather boots; for Nikki it was a tight, slinky electric blue gown that showed off her ample boobs and rear.

It took a little time for Miss White to help Sofia assemble her outfit. She looked good in everything, and Miss White rather enjoyed having her repeatedly undress and try on different combinations of clothes. In the end they settled on a white blouse, a beige-and-black plaid skirt, and knee-length white socks.

Miss White spent by far the longest with Sasha. There just weren’t that many appealing options in her wardrobe, which was heavy on jeans and T-shirts. She did have a nice pair of vintage slacks with a flower-print pattern, and for a while she stood there in those and a bra as Miss White tried to find a suitable top for her. Finally, spotting a sharp-looking black suit jacket, Miss White decided that Sasha should just wear that over her white lace bra.

This whole process had gotten Miss White quite worked up, and she fingered herself to orgasm before showering and dressing; she wanted to feel calm, composed, and at ease. Luz was due at 6:30 and by 6:20 Miss White was standing by the front door, sipping a cocktail and looking out the window. Precisely on the dot of 6:30 she spotted a familiar figure coming up the path.