Girls Of Alpha Beta Delta Ch 89

As Jodie walked back down the hall cradling a strap-on gently in her hands like a holy relic, Annie was coming up the stairs doing much the same thing. Suddenly Jodie had the feeling that she was a participant in some sacred rite, and she stood up straighter, walking with grace and elegance.

When they got back to the master bedroom they found that Angel was now kneeling on the rug next to the blazing fire, still blindfolded, hands tied behind her back. Monika took her device from Annie, and Miss White hers from Jodie, and they both harnessed up.

Stepping forward, Monika laid both hands on Angel's head and guided the tip of her phallus between the bound girl's lips. Opening wide, Angel soon took almost the whole thing into her mouth. Monika flexed her glutes and pushed in every last millimeter, causing Angel to gag just a little. At this point Monika backed off and began a slow in-and-out.

At a signal from Monika, Miss White moved around behind Angel, took hold of her hips, and pulled her back so that she was bent over. Miss White reached down and ran one finger up the length of Angel's wet furrow, then pried the already puckered lips apart with her thumbs.

Gripping the thick red phallus in her hand, Miss White ran the head up and down the surface of Angel's slit several times. Then she lifted Angel's hips a little, wriggled a few inches forward so she was right underneath, and pulled Angel down again while forcefully thrusting her own hips upward. This drove the full length of the dildo home, causing Angel to gasp as she struggled to adjust to the sudden fullness. Monika gave her a few seconds before again taking hold of her head and continuing to fuck her lovely mouth.

Jodie and Annie had taken seats on the edge of the bed and were gently masturbating each other as they watched Angel take it from both ends. After a few minutes Monika and Miss White traded sides — actually, they just pulled out, spun Angel around 180 degrees, and plunged back in again.

By the time she'd been rotated several more times Angel was dizzy, sticky, disoriented, and well and thoroughly fucked. Sensing that she'd had enough, Monika pulled off Angel's blindfold and stood up, strap-on bobbing gently as she reached for her snifter. Miss White followed suit, leaving Angel to recover as she looked around the room, blinking in the soft but unaccustomed light.

Jodie and Annie were now 69ing on the bed, and after refreshing themselves Miss White and Monika walked over there. Taking up positions on either side of the bed, they spent an extended period indulging themselves by filling any hole that appealed to them. Miss White was plowing Annie's pussy when Monika took hold of Jodie, who had been on top, and rolled her over onto her back.

Quickly whipping off her harness, Monika settled her crotch down onto Jodie's mouth. Seeing this, Miss White did likewise, setting her strap-on aside and sitting on Annie's face. At this point Angel knee-walked over and began to lick Jodie's pussy. She'd been dying for another taste since earlier in the limo.

Eventually they all untangled, put on robes, and adjourned downstairs for a snack. Monika caught Miss White's eye and gave her a wink; they made a very good team.

All their appetites thoroughly satisfied, Miss White and Jodie finally rolled into bed just as the first rays of sunshine were appearing in the sky.

* * *

The sun was just crawling over the horizon — a little later in the more Northern latitude — as Nicola woke up. Hung over and disoriented, she wasn't quite sure where she was; but catching a glimpse of the naked body next to her, she assumed she was in bed with Kristin.

Hangovers always made Nicola a little horny, and the woman next to her had the covers pulled down to reveal ample breasts and a thatch of downy blond pubic hair. Her arm was over her face and so, feeling naughty, Nicola scooted over and began to suckle on a nipple.

The blonde began to stir but didn't change positions, though the nipple stiffened in Nicola's mouth. Soon Nicola moved to the other breast, then began to kiss her way down. She rubbed her nose in the soft, fragrant bush, then gently parted the blonde's legs and ran her tongue from bottom to top along the length of the beckoning slit between them.

Only then did Nicola look up to find herself staring right into the big blue eyes of Carol Thompson — eyes that were stretched wide with astonishment. A long, complicated look passed between them. Nicola blushed bright red but didn't move, waiting for the older woman to say or do something.

Carol finally spoke in a quiet voice made husky by desire. "Just this one time."

* * *

Jenny woke up early, excited about her adventure. It had been much easier than she expected to convince her parents to let her go to the city alone. Her newfound self-confidence seemed to have led them to believe that she could take care of herself — which she wasn't really so sure about, but bluffed as if she was.

After a quick bowl of cereal and cup of tea Jenny hit the road, worried that her folks might wake up and come to their senses. There was no one else on the road so she drove slowly. She was in no hurry; she had a whole day to kill.

After arriving in Austin she parked downtown and spent a long time just walking around, taking in the sights and people-watching. When it was close to noon she had lunch, then got her nails done. After leaving the salon she drifted back in the general direction of her car, walking slowly and window-shopping.

Suddenly something caught her eye: an incredibly cute, and extremely short, black leather skirt. It was a damn sight more rock'n'roll than the peasant skirt she had on, and after hesitating for a moment, she went into the store. She had some Christmas money to spend, and soon the skirt was hers. The clerk asked if she wanted to wear it out of the store, and she said yes.

Outside, Jenny checked her reflection in the window, turning to see how the skirt flattered her ass. It was good, but could be better — an outfit like this really called for heels, and so she sought out a shoe store. The rest of her Christmas money went to a pair of black stilettos — not too high, as she was awkward on heels, but enough to make her butt stick out.

Feeling sexy and confident, Jenny walked out of the shoe store carrying the bag holding her old skirt and shoes. When she was almost back to her car she checked her watch. There was still some time to kill. She stashed the bag in her car and backtracked to a bar she'd seen a couple blocks back.

Jenny sat down and ordered some chicken wings and a beer, forgetting for the moment that she was only 18; the bartender didn't seem to notice or care anyway. As she sat sipping and nibbling Jenny could feel eyes on her; she knew she looked good, and it was a flattering but also unnerving sensation. She nursed her beer for as long as she could, keeping her eyes fixed on her phone. When she finally checked her watch again, she was relieved to see that it was almost showtime.