Looking over at Jodie, Miss White could see that she, in turn, was looking at the strap-on sitting on the coffee table. She had the itch, obviously, and since she had been good that day, Miss White decided to indulge her.
After snapping the harness into place Miss White took a seat on the couch and invited Jodie to straddle her. Jodie didn't need to be asked twice; she hopped up and knelt with her legs on either side of Miss White's, pressing her pussy lips against the tip of the dildo.
Taking a deep breath, Jodie sank onto the thick mushroom head, then paused for a few seconds; took a couple more inches, then paused again; then sat all the way down onto the formidable phallus. She braced herself against Miss White and rotated her hips a little, savoring the feeling of complete fullness. For a while Jodie moved up and down slowly on the shaft; then Miss White took hold of her hips and began to give it to her faster and harder.
Sasha, meanwhile, had been mirroring Miss White's actions once again, donning her strap-on and positioning Sofia on her lap. As she was penetrated, Sofia had a far-away look in her eyes. In fact she was thinking of her boyfriend back home; she missed him from time to time. When she came to America she'd never imagined that she would end up in a den of lesbian iniquity like Alpha Beta Delta, and though she was certainly enjoying exploring these new aspects of her sexuality with the Sisters, just for a moment she imagined that it was Giorgio's cock plunging into her.
Sofia's reverie was interrupted by Jodie, who began to emit a high-pitched keening sound as she approached orgasm. She moved rapidly up and down on Miss White's lap, boobs bouncing wildly and glasses hanging askew. Feeling suddenly competitive, Sasha tightened her grip on Sofia's ass and began to grind into the Italian girl's pussy with all her strength. Sofia soon forgot about home, and about Giorgio, and about everything except the gigantic climax she could feel coming.
By the time Miss White and Sasha were done with them, Jodie and Sofia were barely able to walk. But it was getting late, so Miss White helped Jodie up the stairs, and Sasha did likewise with Sofia. Before long the house was quiet, another decadent day finally at its end.
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There was a flurry of action at Kristin's house Friday morning, starting with the Santinis showing up for breakfast bright and early. Jim Thompson and Carl Santini were on their way to a town about an hour away for a football game; they would be gone for the rest of the weekend. Everybody in both families knew that this was just an excuse for them to spend a couple days drinking beer, but no one begrudged them the indulgence.
Kristin's mom Carol and Mrs. Santini, Lina, always got an early start on Black Friday. By 8 AM all four adults were gone and Kristin and Jenny had the house to themselves. When they had finished their coffee Kristin took Jenny by the hand and led her to the living room.
Kristin removed Jenny's robe, then her own, and they had a nice morning 69 right there on the living room couch. Afterward they lay naked together under a blanket, savoring the peace and stillness.
But Kristin's mind had been working and before long she had their next adventure all planned out. Untangling herself from Jenny, she went to the hall closet and got out the matching long black overcoats she and her mother had bought a few years previously. These were fancy items that didn't see much daily use; they still looked brand new. Standing Jenny up, Kristin held open her mother's coat and helped Jenny into it.
At first Jenny felt a bit weird being naked inside Carol's coat, but she decided to think of it as a fun, naughty little indiscretion that didn't hurt anybody. Kristin draped her own coat over her shoulders and disappeared upstairs for a minute; when she returned the coat was fully buttoned and belted, and she was smiling impishly in anticipation of the fun to come.
Kristin took hold of Jenny's arm and steered her down the block to Nicola's. Kristin knew where to find the hide-a-key if she needed it, but the front door was unlocked. She felt no qualms whatsoever about walking into the Santinis' home as if it were her own; she'd been doing so for as long as she could remember.