Friday, April 23, 2010

Slave Girls of Alpha Beta Delta, Chapter 90

At last Annie lay sprawled motionless on the rug. Monika’s back was covered with fingernail marks and a sheen of sweat glistened all over her body as she eased the strap-on out of the blonde’s sodden, well-used cunt. Now she was thirsty for real, and the brandy wasn’t going to help; so she made her way to the kitchen, where she fixed herself a tall glass of ice water and stood for a minute catching her breath.


By the time she returned to the living room, Annie was back among the living and Miss White had organized the two younger women to pay Monika the tribute she deserved. Sinking to their knees at Monika’s feet, they worked together to lick the strap-on clean. Then they helped her out of the harness — Annie, who was familiar with its design, did most of the work — and sat her down on the couch.


Annie took hold of one foot and Jodie the other, and they spread Monika’s legs wide. Now Monika wanted her brandy; Miss White, seeing where she was looking, kindly fetched it for her. The two younger women began by kissing, licking, and nibbling Monika’s inner thighs, one on either side, then began to work their way toward the inevitable meeting in the middle.


Miss White picked up the strap-on and examined it. The harness was leather and though weathered, was strong and in good shape. The dildo itself was a leather sheath, similarly old but well-preserved, over a carved wooden shaft. The whole design was extremely clever, and unlike anything Miss White had ever seen before. She started playing with it, figuring out how it worked, and the next thing she knew she was wearing it.


She stood up, watching the ponderous phallus dangle from her pelvis, and the motion of it caught Monika’s eye. Monika nodded to her and Miss White put one hand on Jodie’s shoulder and the other on Annie’s. She gently pulled the two girls aside and stepped between Monika’s legs, dropping to her knees so the dildo was aimed straight at Monika’s pussy.


Miss White wrapped her arms around Monika’s legs and lifted her slightly, creating a better angle for penetration. Annie looked on wide-eyed and rapt; she had never seen her mistress on the receiving end of the strap-on before. But she saw it now. Miss White eased her way in as Monika let out a long exhale, until finally she was buried to the hilt.


As she began to move in and out, Miss White was pleasantly surprised to find her own clit being stimulated at the same time. It was touch-and-go which one of them was going to come first, but then Jodie leaned over to lap at Monika’s clit, and that was that; she began to spasm violently, and sympathetic vibrations soon sent Miss White over the edge as well.


After that they traded orgasms for what seemed like hours, locked in an intense tete-a-tete with Jodie and Annie orbiting around the edges. Eventually Miss White flipped Monika over onto her stomach and took her that way. When offered the opportunity to eat Jodie’s pussy as she was fucked, Monika did not hesitate. Meanwhile Annie reached down to finger Miss White through the opening in the harness — a service she had performed for her mistress many, many times.


* * *


Afterward they curled up naked under blankets, Miss White and Jodie on one couch, Monika and Annie on the other. All of them felt enormously contented and happy, their every need fulfilled. The fire blazed and crackled; Miss White and Monika held snifters from which the younger women occasionally snuck sips. 


Eventually the stack of logs was depleted and when the fire started to die, Monika yawned and stretched and said she was ready to retire. She wrapped the blanket around herself and Annie and they began to make their way upstairs. Miss White and Jodie followed suit. It occurred to Miss White that Angel still had not returned; did Christmas at her parents’ go until 3 AM? It was really none of her business, but she was curious.


* * *


Miss White found herself awake just as the first rays of tepid sunlight were leaking into the sky. Between cocktails before dinner, wine with, and brandy after, she’d had quite a lot to drink, and sometimes this interfered with her sleep. She knew from experience that the only thing that would put her down again was warm milk and vodka, so she slipped on a robe and went down to the kitchen.


She had just taken the first sip of her beverage when she heard the front door open and close. A few seconds later Angel appeared, obviously surprised to find someone awake at this hour. Her hair was mussed and she looked disheveled and tired — but still, it had to be said, quite sexy. 


“Oh, hi,” she said.


“Hi,” responded Miss White. Of course she was wondering where Angel had been and what she’d been up to, but it would have been rude to ask. Instead she just stood there sipping as Angel, seeing the bottle of vodka on the table, poured herself two fingers’ worth and quickly drank it down.


“Good night,” said Angel, sitting her glass down and turning on her heel to go. Again, Miss White couldn’t help but marvel at the profligate shapeliness of her rear end.


“Night,” said Miss White. Shrugging, she took her glass and headed back to bed.


* * *


Jenny had gone to bed early Christmas night, foregoing her usual masturbation session. She couldn’t relax knowing that her parents were still awake downstairs, even though she had learned to be very quiet and they’d never hear a thing. And anyway all the self-pleasuring was getting a little old. She felt restless and frustrated, in need of something more.


She woke up early too and went for a long walk, ending up at a cafe that was just opening. She bought herself a large mocha and continued strolling, enjoying the crisp air and quiet streets. As the daylight got brighter and the temperature warmer, more people started coming out. It soon turned into a truly glorious day, and it seemed to Jenny that every woman she saw was impossibly beautiful, and every one seemed to have a smile for her. It was wonderful and at the same time it was torture. Several times she started to follow a particularly pretty girl, not quite sure what she had in mind, only to stop and tell herself not to be a creeper.


Finally Jenny arrived back home to find a note from her parents, who had gone to visit a family friend. She looked at the clock; it wasn’t even noon yet. Her ebullient mood faded; suddenly the day ahead seemed impossibly long; nothing that she could think of seemed worth doing — not reading, not watching TV, not even watching porn and/or playing with herself.


She sprawled out on the couch feeling mopey and sorry for herself. Then Kristin’s face popped into her head and she sat bolt upright. Surely she had held out long enough? She hemmed and hawed for a minute but the impulse was irresistible: She picked up her phone and called Kristin’s number. Her heart was pounding as the phone rang, and then sank when the call went to voicemail. Just hearing Kristin’s voice on the message cheered her up a little bit, but she couldn’t think of what to say, so she just hung up. About thirty seconds later, much to her delight, her phone lit up with an incoming call.


“Hi, honey,” said the familiar voice.


“Hi,” said Jenny, and then froze up. She was torn between being faux-casual and just coming out and telling Kristin how much she missed her, and so nothing came out of her mouth.


“You rang?” prompted Kristin.


Jenny snapped to attention. “Yeah. I just... I just wanted to hear your voice, I guess.”


“That’s sweet. So what have you been up to?”


They traded smalltalk for a few minutes before Jenny finally worked up the nerve to ask the question that was foremost on her mind. “So... have you been, um, hanging out with Nicola?”


For a few seconds the line went quiet as Kristin calculated. On the one hand, she could tell that Jenny was feeling lonely, and didn’t want to do anything to make it worse. On the other hand, she liked to tell the truth as much as possible, and wanted to make it absolutely clear to Jenny that theirs was not a relationship based on possession.


“Well, yeah, of course.”


Jenny gulped, trying to swallow the pang of jealousy that rose up in her. She knew that no good would come of her expressing it, so she again went silent.


“How about you?” Kristin went on. “Any prospects?”


Jenny frowned. “This is a small town. Everybody knows everybody. And my folks are pretty conservative, especially my dad.” This was true, and though there were plenty of attractive women in town, even if she could somehow work up the nerve to try and seduce one, and even if she was successful, she was sure her parents would find out. She had contented herself with masturbating, but now was feeling the need for something more — not just for sex, but for something to do.


Kristin was momentarily frustrated by Jenny’s attitude; she seemed to have given up without even really trying. That was Jenny’s only character flaw, she was too timid.


“Geez, Jen, stop whining and think for a minute.” Kristin paused for a moment, realizing that she might have spoken too sharply. She willed her voice to be sweet and helpful as she asked, “What’s the nearest big city?”


“Austin,” answered Jenny.


There was a clacking sound as Kristin worked at her laptop. “There’s a ton of stuff going on in Austin this weekend. You should go, have an adventure.” She paused momentarily. “I mean, be safe. But have some fun, you deserve it.” She paused again, and a woman’s voice could be heard calling her name in the background. “I need to go now. But there’s one question I want to ask you first.”


“Hmm?”


“Did you fuck Lina Santini?”


Jenny coughed. “Um, what makes you say that?”


“She asked about you, and she had the funniest little smile on her face when she did.” Jenny’s subsequent non-answer was answer enough. The voice sounded again and Kristin said, “Gotta go, Jen. Love you.”


Jenny said “I love you too” and by the time she got to “too,” the line had gone dead.

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