ID Day 7 - Red handed

Annette and Angela both move over to you, trying not to laugh.

"You poor thing," Annette says.

"I am so sorry," Angela says at the same time.

Annette puts her hand on your hip, then slides it into your shirt.

"Do you need help?" she asks.

Your face is hot and your head spins... suddenly your t-shirt and sports bra are on the floor and they are suckling your fat, hard nipples as you moan and wiggle helplessly. It's so good... you're going to cum.

As you dizzily gasp and try to recover, you see Annette giving Angela a deep kiss... Angela's hand slides up and takes out Annette's hair clip, letting her blonde hair fall loose. Their hands are all over each other's bodies.

Annette unzips Angela's dress and lets it fall off her, revealing lacy, red lingerie. Angela moans, still kissing her former teacher. Her hands get under Annette's dress and slide it up over the other woman's bottom and hips, revealing her underwear.

Angela falls backwards with Annette still kissing her... onto you. They both laugh drunkenly.

...upstairs, Annette pushes Angela onto her bed and uses her teeth to help slide Angela's panties down her thighs, leaving her exposed below the waist.

Drunk and visibly very wet and horny, Angela lies on the bed and groans with pure lust.

...but Annette comes to you, putting her hands on your hips.

"She was your coach," she says. "You should help her."

"OK..." you say uncertainly. Annette pulls down your shorts and underwear, but you can't look away from Angela, whose smooth, wet pussy is spread wide. She's reaching between her own legs to pleasure herself impatiently.

You hear a soft jingle. Annette is next to you, holding a... strap-on. Before you can say anything, she is buckling it onto you. You twitch and squeak when she touches your naked skin, but now you are wearing it... a smooth, pink, rubber penis sticks out in front of you.

Blushing, Angela beckons to you.

"Ingrid," she pleads.

Annette's hand is on your bottom, pushing you. You climb onto the bed, and Angela pulls you on top of her. You awkwardly position the strap-on, guiding it with your hand, but she's so wet that it easily slides in. She arches her back, and she is so beautiful that you have to give her what she wants. Your breasts swing, and hte strap-on grinds against your privates, sending lightning through your body. You cry out and fall on top of her, feeling her slimmer, smoother body underneath yours, your sensitive nipples mashed against the lace of her bra. Your hips move on their own, and Angela moans sexily.

To your left, you see Annette in a chair, sitting with one foot in the air, her panties hanging from it, and a vibrator pressed to her pussy... she is obviously having fun watching.

Your hips keep going, and Angela moans and moves under you. You look at her flushed face and feel a powerful, uncomfortable urge to kiss her... but she was your coach. You can't do that, but you are still thrusting... your back is sore, but it feels so good that you can't stop.

"Aahh! Yes!" Angela cries out and scratches your back, her legs locked around you... you go harder and faster, you are about to cum from the pressure on your clit... but you've had some drinks too...