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.
