The Faces of Alice: Part Five

Alice finishes with Ellen, leaves her locked in the closet, and heads straight to the Sacred Circle. She never sees Dina’s message. Her head is full of Al and Alicia now, two sides of the same coin and already late for the meeting. When she arrives in pink tutu and trucker hat, the sisters stare. Alicia’s tits strain against her low neckline, her hair tumbling down her back. She tells them Ellen is out tonight, then invites the room to worship. Six women drop their clothes: AJ, Darci, Kristen, Kimmy, Dahlia and Melissa. Their breasts lift, their pussies glisten. Alice orders them to chant until the circle is stripped of ceremony and only need remains. She steps out of the tutu and shows them the purple double dildo already snug in her own cunt. The sisters pull her down. They line up in pairs, asses raised, slick openings lined up side by side. Alice thrusts from one to the next, taking her time, feeding the fat tip in while the girls finger each other and wait. Soon the room dissolves into wet mouths and faster fingers. Pussy juice spatters thighs; someone cries out when a tongue draws a sudden orgasm. Christy and Ellen burst in. Ellen strips, spreads Alice’s thighs, and licks until the spell loosens. Then she brings Dina forward. The sisters close around them, chanting once more, but softer now. Dina kisses Alice, climbs on top, and grinds their slick cunts together until Alice comes hard, body jerking. When she opens her eyes again, the voices inside her are gone. She clings to Dina, voice trembling, and says she only wanted to prove she belonged. Dina holds her tighter. They are both naked, both shaking, both finally home.