Chapter 2

Working her way inside my panties her toes playing with my wet pussy. finally fucking me with her wonderful toes, biting my lip, my juices covering her foot. She stared at me with those gorgeous green eyes watching me being pleasured by her foot. Grinding into her toes feeling her toes go deeper into my wet pussy.

Surrounded by the sorority sisters eating and talking all of them still oblivious to Savana making love to me under the table with her long toes. Savana smiling at me, struggling in pleasure, as her foot worked magic on my cunt. My little body tingling struggling not to moan my orgasm erupting around her foot shaking me to my core.

“Cheri, Cheri, are you OK?” I heard Megan ask.

“Sure, it’s just such an emotional time, so sad the reason we are all here, but so wonderful to spend time with all of you again, those conflicting emotions are almost to much to bear” I replied with tears in my eyes. Megan leaned over hugging me as did a few of the other sorority sisters a truly emotional tender moment between dear friends.

Chapter Three: The Funeral

“Do you know that we have Angels walking among us? The Bible assures us that we do, so why should we doubt their presence. It gives me great comfort to believe that they are always with us, encamped around us, protecting us and delivering us from our grief,” the priest words echoed through the cathedral.

My faith was strong but I needed proof when I saw Kelly bathing on the roof her beauty in the moonlight overthrew me with desire she tied me to a kitchen chair she broke my normal sorrow mood she shaved my legs & pussy so smooth from my sweet lips she drew out a “Hallelujah.”

So there I sat in a black dress and slinky heels glancing at the beautiful pedicured feet and wonderfully paint toenails of my sisters. Driven to brink of excitement by the gorgeous pedicured feet I headed to the bathroom. Entering a stall I sit on the toilet black lace panties at my ankles. My hands attack my wet cunt with vigor gorgeous pedicured feet dancing in my head.

Eyes closed head back, moaning, lost in debauchery of the moment masturbating at a funeral.

“Are you Okay dear?” The voice snapping me back to reality.

Embarrassed, I quickly stood, pulling up my panties and adjusting my dress. Walking out of the stall seeing a tall blonde standing at the sink looking at me in the mirror smiling knowingly. Angel, she was another sorority sister though I didn’t know her well she was three years older then me.

She took my hand and led me back in the stall without saying a word. She sat on the toilet sliding her black thong off slowly removing her heels I was mesmerized. I dropped to my knees licking and kissing her gorgeous feet gently sucking her red painted toes one by one in my warm wet mouth swirling my tongue around them.

I was in heaven one my knees on the bathroom floor worshipping her beautiful feet. My eyes caught a glimpse of her rubbing her shaved pussy a wonderful moment between sisters. Slowly working my way up her smooth calves my long tongue traveling over her sweet thighs.

Teasing her smooth pussy with my long tongue parting her lips with my fingers plunging my long tongue deep inside her wet cunt. Exploring, curling my tongue listening to her moans her hands in my long red hair. I am a wild little slut to be here on my knees on bathroom floor my face buried in Angel’s lap while she sits on the toilet.

Her moans growing louder her grip on my head becoming firmer I was pushing her to the edge. Her orgasm hitting us both as her body shook and her pussy juices squirted on my face. A blonde and a squirter two of my favorite things I stayed there on my knees savoring the taste and her scent.

She stared at me with dazzling green eyes stroking my long red hair.

“We better get out of here before the service ends sweetie,” She said in a sweet voice.

Fixing my self in the mirror as best I could we returned to the sanctuary hall at Holy Name Cathedral taking our seats in the large hall for the remainder of the service. After the service Angel, and I walked to the black limousines arms around each other.

Chapter Four: Horseback Riding

After the funeral, dinner, as people left I cleaned up putting things away washing dishes. Then it was just the four of us sorority sister left with our sadness for friend gone to soon. Savana suggested we go riding and I changed cloths, put on jeans, boots and a flannel shirt. In the barn we saddled the horses mounting them for a ride to clear are heads. We rode in the brisk March air through the woods surrounding the farm passing a flask of bourbon between us.

The ride was relaxing the conversation was light and easy between us. The burdened of giving our departed sister a proper send off complete. We stopped at the Blackburn Creek and tied the horse up as we walked along the bank watching the water flow over the rocks.

“I’ve never been with a woman,” Megan said out of nowhere.

We all laughed at her bluntness, “There is still time you are a very attractive woman,” I said in a comforting way.

She stopped and spun around in one quick motion kissing me on the lips sliding her wet tongue in my mouth. Passion, lust, maybe the bourbon took over and we stood there on the banks of the Blackburn Creek making out. Megan’s hands roamed my body freely she seemed on a mission.

Megan fumbling, unbuttoning my jeans sliding her warm hand inside my red lace panties through my soft red bush she played with my pussy. My body responded to her touch moaning softly my pussy growing wet with desire. Before I could form my own thoughts at what was happening she was on her knees lowering my jeans her nose buried in my red pubes lapping at my wet pussy with her tongue. My hands in her hair holding her head the feeling of the brisk breeze and her warm tongue washing over me increasing my pleasure.

“That’s feels so good, Megan, taste my sweet pussy,” I was into it.

My words encouraged her she probed deep inside my wet pussy with her tongue fingers spreading my lips. Tingling in delight, I opened my eyes, a beautiful site Megan on her knees eagerly eating my cunt. I saw Riley laying in the grass legs in the air Savana’s head between her legs. Pleasure flowing through me like a lightning bolt, electricity, shaking my little body in pleasure. I heard Riley scream in delight looking over to see her wiggling in the grass toes pointed to the sky.

A lesbian orgy on the banks of the Blackburn rolling and playing in the tall grass. Kissing Megan while my fingers explored inside her wet cunt her legs bent humping my hand filled with a sexual fever. Watching Riley and Savana sixty-nine working out our grief in a physical way.

We played there for hours frolicking naked on the banks of the Blackburn in a ritual dance of playfulness, sex, grief and love.

Chapter Five: Sorority sisters forever Zeta Tau Alpha

Back at the farmhouse we sat around the fireplace drinking wine, telling stories melancholy had set in over our small group. Tomorrow it was back to our lives we made promises to stay in touch but we all lived very busy lives in different parts of the country. Time and distance would take it’s toll as we all knew.

Savana took my hand and we walked up the stairs to her bedroom. Laying down together we cuddled holding each other filled with emotion. Endings and beginnings, life and death, we made sweet love that was ten years in the making. Her beautiful face, soft lips, finding comfort in the arms of my sorority sister.

Our eyes filled with tears, joy and sadness, such strong emotions coming forward. Trying to find a sense of meaning to it all I love Savana in ways you can only have with someone you share history with, memories of days gone by, growing, learning, loving, together on our separate journeys, apart but always together.

Savana wrapping her legs around my body a slow erotic humping, rubbing, grinding, two becoming one, a tribbing adventure. A mystical, primal connection, our sex sounds filling the silent night a beautiful song coming together in a grand climax, spent we collapsed in a heap of sweaty bodies.

Chapter Six: A morning shower

Hearing the water running I hurried to the bathroom I climbed in the hot shower with her, washing Savana’s back with my soft soapy hands, reaching around washing her breast with the hot soapy water, I teased with her soapy nipples, taking my time, as I let my hand slide down slowly over her flat stomach over her smooth body to a soaking wet pussy.

Rubbing softly, caressing, washing, the soap so slippery, making love to each other, letting my wet soapy fingers play with with her little clit, rubbing softly. Inserting one then two fingers inside her, kissing under the hot water. Slowly moving in and out, our desire growing with each thrust. Our soapy fingers making a slurping sound as our fingers thrust in then out. The hot water, the steam, lust, mixing to make a beautiful moment between sorority sisters, old friends, new lovers.

Tingling all over with sensory pleasures, legs spread and my right foot raised on the tube, hot water trickling down my ass crack sending shivers up my spine. Moaning, pulling back, moving my hips to meet her soapy slick fingers plunging into me. My body dancing with pleasure, a magnificent feeling, our scents filling the bathroom, the sweet smell of sex.

Slowly dropping my wet fingers down the crack of Savana’s plump ass to her tight asshole rubbing my soapy fingers on her tight little asshole. Probing the entrance, gently, poking one wet finger inside her ass thrusting so deep, she lets out a deep sigh. Then out, then in, adding another wet soapy finger and a third driving hard pounding her ass, deeper and deeper. Savana rubbing my wet soapy clit as the first waves of sheer pleasure start encompassing my little body.

The hot water, a bathroom full of hot steam, our own little sauna. The pain and pleasure, the depravity, of fucking my sorority sister’s sweet ass. The dirty little redheaded, I love so much, as she screams in delight, I drop to my knees for a taste of her sweet cunt.

Savana is so wet my long tongue exploring her sweet insides. Curling, dancing, tasting her juices with my long tongue. She grabbed my head, gasping for air, legs trembling. knees buckling, “YES! Cheryle YES!” She screamed.

Loading my bags in my jeep for the drive home one last long hug tears of sadness. Driving out of the driveway watching Savana get smaller in my rearview mirror. Through the country hi-ways to the Indianapolis bi-ways north on I-sixty-five the image of the Chicago skyline coming into view.