Vivica kissed me forcefully and pushed me down on the bed. The two of them crawled up onto the bed and lay on either side of me. Angeline gently slid her hand up and down my body, wrapping her leg around mine. Her kisses were soft and gentle on my neck. Vivica slid her hand up my body to grasp my breast. I gasped as I felt her teeth against my nipple.
I leaned over to kiss Angeline. Our tongues touched for only a moment before Vivica grabbed my chin and brought my mouth to hers. Angeline leaned in close until all three of us were kissing one another. All three tongues massaged each other in unison. It felt amazing to taste both of them at once.
Vivica pushed Angeline aside and straddled my face. She smirked at me as I leaned in to give her an Australian kiss. Angeline smiled sweetly and slunk down to plant her lips against the ones between my legs. Vivica kept her balance with her hands on the headboard as she rocked her hips against my tongue. I licked every single, wet inch of her until she screamed.
My own moans added to my ferocity as Angeline pressed her tongue as deep as possible inside me. She suckled my clit, traced firm circles around it with her tongue, and thrust her tongue inside my tight slit. My moaning surely spurred her on.
Angeline made my body quake so hard that my thighs trapped her for a few moments. I screamed into Vivica’s slit which made her moan even louder. Once she finally gained her composure she hefted herself off the bed and went to rummage through a large chest at the foot of her bed.
My legs released Angeline and she crawled up to me. We kissed tenderly until we heard the sound of Velcro. We looked over at Vivica who was sporting a long hot pink erection strapped on with black straps. She smirked at us and Angeline smirked in turn before crawling over and playfully putting her mouth on the tip of the silicon phallus.
Angeline moved over to the side of the bed and placed her butt on the edge with her legs wide. Vivica took her stance right between her thick thighs, holding tight to the voluptuous hips. Angeline looked over at me and licked her lips. I smiled and straddled her face, facing Vivica so I could lean in and kiss her.
Vivica slowly began thrusting in and out of Angeline with the dildo which made her moan between my legs. I couldn’t help but moan into the tongue filled kiss I shared with Vivica. Angeline’s tongue touched every little bit from my inner walls to my clit. She grasped my hips and kept me right over her mouth even after the first two times that my body shook in ecstasy.
Faster and harder Vivica began to thrust. I looked down for a moment to watch Angeline’s gorgeous breasts bouncing with the rhythm. Angeline’s body began to stiffen and quake. Her moaning was so loud that if we had neighbors right next door they surely would have called in a noise complaint.
Vivica slowly pulled away from Angeline and I got off of her face. She laid there for a while catching her breath but Vivica was not done. She climbed up on the bed and flipped me over so that I was on my hands and knees. She grabbed hold of my hips and started thrusting the silicon member in and out of me.
I moaned for her, it felt so amazing. She kept one hand on my hip while the other smacked my rear in time with her powerful thrusting. I moaned with every firm smack, pushing myself back against her. She kept her hot pink fake cock deep inside me and I loved it. I clutched the blanket beneath me as my body began to quiver.
She didn’t stop and I didn’t want her to. Angeline came up behind her, slid one arm around her ribs to caress a chocolate breast, and placed the other hand right on her slick mound. Angeline began thrusting two fingers in and out of Vivica as she was thrusting into me. The moans that escaped her lips were the best I had ever heard her make.
Vivica slowly pulled away from me as she was taken by Angeline. I turned around, undid the binding on the dildo, set it aside, and placed my tongue against her clit. Angeline rolled Vivica’s nipple between her fingers, pulling every now and then. She thrust her fingers as deep as possible inside this ebony goddess. I worked my tongue as fast as I could across her clit, making her gasp and moan and scream.
We made her erupt in a pleasure-filled body-quaking convulsive screaming orgasm. Angeline had to hold her steady as I licked her sensitive parts clean. We laid her down on the bed and let her watch and recuperate. Angeline and I embraced one another in a passionate kiss. Our fingers ran through each other’s hair as our tongues wrapped around each other.
She pushed me down onto the bed with my leg between hers and her leg between mine. She pressed her leg right up against me and I moaned for her not to stop. She rubbed her clit against my leg as she moaned into our kiss. We writhed together for a few moments until she flopped down on her side and thrust two fingers deep inside me.
I gasped and thrust two fingers inside her, tracing circles around her clit with my thumb. She moaned and thrust her fingers as deep as she could. In and out her fingers went. Then she curled her fingers inside me to massage that hidden sweet spot. I screamed out in pleasure, unable to keep my hand at its task.
She kept massaging until my body was writhing next to her. The smile on her face was that of amusement and pleasure. She kept her hand there until not one or two, but three orgasms found their way into my body. They surged through my body so hard that my toes curled and my back arched. I imagine I looked like an exorcism gone wrong. Certainly my screaming moans added to the effect.
We cuddled up next to Vivica with me in the middle. It was lovely to be sandwiched between their naked bodies, their lips caressing my skin. It seemed like time stood still at times there was so much bliss. It wasn’t until the sun started seeping through the curtains that we stopped.
In that moment, lying between them on the bed, I realized something. I love them. I love both of them. My heart flutters and I want to say it. It takes me a few weeks to get the courage to say it to them.
The week before my contract is supposed to end I set a day to make them dinner. I got everything ready. I baked fresh potatoes and garnished them with sour cream, chives, and hand-grated cheddar. I grilled some tender, juicy steaks and made up some side salads. I set the table like usual but this time I set a red rose on each of their plates.
They were so surprised when they came home. The hugs they gave me felt warmer than usual. Their kisses tasted sweeter. During dinner I mentioned my contract and they waited for what I had to say about it.
I told them that I wanted to stay without a contract. I told them that I had grown to love them and absolutely adore my position as a lover, submissive at times, and even as a house maid. It took some time for them to catch their breath, both of them were so excited.
We all got up together and hugged. Angeline and Lady Hawthorne whispered in unison in my ear.
“You belong here, Sonya. You belong to us. You are ours. We love you.”
Double Grades
~ Bonus Story ~
A Lesbian College Menage
Stephanie and Lexie are friends and roommates. They are both taking Gender Studies, a course that Professor Cronkite teaches. Cronkite is one of those feminists everyone hates because of how loud and abrasive they are. But Lexie and Stephanie love Cronkite because she's a stunning black woman with an awesome Afro.
Stephanie finds herself in kind of a pickle when the last day to drop approaches and her grade in the class isn't what it needs to be. Stephanie knows that she needs at least a solid C to obtain a degree, but the math for the grade just isn't working out. Luckily Lexie knows Cronkite from the past and is able to get some leeway for Stephanie. There are stipulations to the leeway, though, and that is that Stephanie and Lexie go out to dinner and to see Cronkite play a piano recital. Of course the girls are thrilled, and are dressed to kill. When they all get to the auditorium it becomes clear that Cronkite is much bigger than either Lexie or Stephanie knew prior to the even. It's crazy to both of them that so many people were there, but they are excited for Cronkite.
The three women make a hell of a duo, and one that doesn't just quit or go away. They press on through adversity and become something stronger than what
they were before.
* * *
Stephanie was sweating the fact that she was going to get a bad grade in Gender Studies. It didn't seem fair that Professor Cronkite was so strict when it came to attendance and other things like homework. In so money of her other classes Stephanie was allowed to miss days at will, and pretty much do whatever she wanted. But in Gender Studies it wasn't that way, and it didn't seem fair. Gender Studies was supposed to be class about empowering women, but what it really came down to was the way that it empowered Cronkite.
Cronkite liked to be called by her last name, and nothing else. Referring to her as professor Cronkite was what she referred to has “dead naming” her. Although she hadn't changed genders she believed that she'd changed so much on the inside that there was no way to genuinely refer to her with a name that only referred to her in a state of unconsciousness. Cronkite liked to talk about how she had been asleep, but then she became woke. It was because of this, and the way that Cronkite was a very proud, young, black women, people like Stephanie her peers were intimidated by Cronkite.
Lexie, Stephanie's roommate and best friend, wasn't as afraid as Stephanie when it came to Cronkite, but there was still a good amount of distance that Lexie kept between herself and Cronkite. Lexie said it was because Cronkite was just a little too much sometimes, and not in a bad way, but just in an overwhelming way. This was a common thought in the student population, and it was something that pretty much no one who knew Cronkite at all would have disputed.
Stephanie needed to figure out a way to impress Cronkite, though, because it wouldn't be long until there was no way to get her grade up, and the drop date was nearing. Gender Studies was a class that Stephanie really wanted to have on her transcript because she thought it made her look intellectual. And maybe it it, or maybe it didn't—that didn't really matter anymore. Because soon she would have to make a very real, and very had decision to either keep or drop the class. That was a decision that could keep her in college an extra year if she didn't want to miss out on her summer.
And Stephanie wasn't one to miss out on the summer partying that went along with the college experience. That was one of the reasons that Stephanie found herself in the situation she now did. She and Lexie liked to party, and liked the attention of the schools many young men with seemingly nothing else to do all day but to give them attention at the drop of a hat. Stephanie wanted to keep doing what she was doing, but knew that if she did there would come a point when Cronkite would put a pink slip in the mail to her parents about grades being too low to participate in any extra activities.
Stephanie sat in the last few minutes of Cronkite's class, watching the second hand on the old clock slowly make its way across the clock's white face, ticked with black lines. She hated that there was always so much dead air in the class sometimes—periods when Cronkite would ask a question and wait for an answer that took one, sometimes even two minutes of complete silence to garner an answer.
Stephanie would have raised her hand and taken a shot at the answer, but there was something that always made her shy around Cronkite. Lexie was sort of the same way, but it wasn't nearly as pronounced. It was because Cronkite was the kind of teacher who didn't mind letting students know that she was looking at them, checking out their outfits and other things of that nature. It wasn't necessarily in a sexual way, and most of the time kit came of motherly.
Stephanie felt like when Cronkite she stripped all her clothes off, though. And even though Lexie was always there to back up Stephanie story, it always made people take pause because Cronkite was one of the most politically correct teachers at the university. She'd been teaching Gender Studies for many years and it didn't appear that that was going to change anytime soon. Because not only was Cronkite a great teacher, she was also semi-famous.
Although her roles were always minor, and she maintained that this was something that had to do with her long hours as an instructor at the school, she had appeared on several big name lesbian sitcoms. Most of the students who took her classes were in love with her, and although Cronkite always maintained that she had no knowledge of any of this, Stephanie knew better.
Stephanie knew that Cronkite knew all about it, and that for Cronkite it was all part of the power dynamic that shed spoke of in class. Because it wasn't the usual power dynamic, it wasn't the whole intimidation game people play. It was more about how much one can create an atmosphere of contextualize outside of the situation existing in time and space that influence can't help be asserted. Cronkite was the kind of person who was in control, unless she didn't want to be. And that was something else she talked about, being vulnerable. She talked about how none of her students should ever become jaded. Because if they did they would miss out on things, and those thing might not be the easiest to come back around to. Sometimes when people let other people pass them by in life, that was the last time they really met someone of that caliber.
Stephanie thought of all of this as the bell finally rung and everyone in Cronkite's Gender Studies class stood and rushed for the door.
“Class,” Cronkite said. “I want you all to read the assignments this weekend! I know some of you think you're slick, never reading and just listening to other people talk in class. That's not really what's supposed to be going on here. Some of you need to put a little more work in.”
Stephanie wasn't sure if she wanted to stay after now, or what until office hours in a little bit. Lexie would be down for whatever. Stephanie was going to be the one to have to make the decision on what they did, as always. Stephanie didn't mind being the ring leader, but she knew that if she and Lexie hung out after class with Cronkite things would shift to Cronkite taking the lead, in a very subtle way.
“Everyone,” Cronkite said. “Please! Don't forget the readings and if anyone wants to talk to me feel free to stay after class.”
Stephanie and Lexie lay out on the grass. It was beautiful day on campus, and Cronkite had office hours that lasted for nearly a three hour chunk of time. There were always people in and out, but Cronkite was sure to keep people moving, never letting things stagnate.
“You know,” Stephanie said. “There is something about her I really like. I'm not sure what it is, but there sure is something about her.”
“You mean the waw she's an absolutely banging black chick who is way smart and totally attractive? Because that's how I see it,” Lexie said. “And I don't mind saying it out loud. But I'd never actually do anything about it is the thing.”
“Yeah, well,” Stephanie said. “I have to to get a good grade in this class. I can't not get a good grade! That just isn't an option. If I don't get at least a C the school is going to send out one of those weird Orwellian letters to my parents about how I'm a fuck up and can't manage to keep all of my classes near a C average.”
“How are you failing so badly? I get it's hard, but holy cow” Lexie said. “Did you check out the extra credit list to see if there is anything you can do that would keep your grades up at least a little bit? I mean, she does offer a lot of that sort of thing, but maybe you aren't so interested in that sort of thing. It would be a good deal of work.”
They walked around the building where Cronkite's office was. They both knew they were going to have to go in and speak with her, but Stephanie wasn't in an hurry.
“What do you think I should do? You've had her before in classes,” Stephanie said. “And you said you really liked her the last time you took her for a class. It was like you two had been best friends. Why aren't you going to bat for me right now?”
The sun beat down on them so that they gravitated toward the air conditioning as they talked. It was a lot to talk about out on a hot day. The temperatures were unseasonably high, and had been for awhile. Global warming had been something that was all over the news, and of course something that each of the young women was well schooled on being as super progressive as they were. Stephanie especially prided herself on being the best Democrat in the room, and Lexie was just happy
to be on the right side of history. Neither of them really minced words about it, although Stephanie was much more likely to engage someone being an asshole than Lexie was.
“How about I go in there and just talk to her and see what happens,” Stephanie said. “It couldn't hurt, could it? I mean, if Cronkite tells me to fuck off, then I just fuck off and that's the end of it. I can still drop the class, and it's all good. But if she tells me that it'll all be all right, or whatever shit I've heard of some professors saying to their students, then I'll stay.”
“Let's be real,” Lexie said. “You want to see if she wants to fuck you, and you'll take the special treatment as something to that effect.”
As they entered the building they lowered their voices.
“That's a pretty crass way to look at it,” Stephanie said. “But sure, if you want to look at it that way, then sure, that's what's going on. Because I really need to get a good grade, Lexie. I get that you have all good grades, great grades, the best grades! But I don't, so I need help. And Cronkite might help me because I'm attractive, yeah, sure, it's crossed my mind.”
“Oh my goodness,” Lexie said. “Hush! You don't need to get all defensive just because you have a crush on someone and want to do something about it. Isn't that what's college is all about?”
The girls made their way up a winding staircase. The humanities building was where the Gender Studies wing was located. They were on Iowa State University campus, after the state had gone liberal and decided to dump a bunch of money into the schools, and gave special grants to all the schools. It was a great time to be a student, because there was so much funding for classes there was never a shortage of field trips or materials.
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