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 the 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.
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Thursday, March 18, 2010
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 — a faint vocalization, was it a moan, or a sigh? — and began to wonder. 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.”
“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 to the platform, 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....”
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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 — a faint vocalization, was it a moan, or a sigh? — and began to wonder. 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.”
“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 to the platform, 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....”
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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 the 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. Feeling tall, strong, and powerful, 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 when Nikki, Polly, and Sofia joined in — 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 warm house, took Jodie by the hand, and led her up to bed.
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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 the 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. Feeling tall, strong, and powerful, 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 when Nikki, Polly, and Sofia joined in — 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 warm house, took Jodie by the hand, and led her up to bed.
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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 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.
.
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 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.
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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 yanking 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.
.
“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 yanking 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.
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