Allison's pulled in

Their black classmate finally found the ability to use her vocal cords, having been so stunned by the surprising presence of her Dykesbeck housemates in the shower together that she had been rendered momentarily mute.

And use them she did.

"Are you two crazy?" Allison shouted, as she looked at Samantha and Anita in a wet clinch. "I told you I had a man back home!" She saw a pair of legs below the pair standing before her, and followed them to the face and body of the American exchange student, Cathy Martin. Through the trapped steam, Allison saw her gripping onto a porcelain-skinned leg. Curiously peering further in to see who the body hidden behind the far end of the curtain was, Allison didn't realize that person's hand was coming up behind her outside the tub.

Suddenly, Allison felt the protective wrap of pink terry yanked from around her ebon body.

"What the fuck?!?" she cursed as she saw she was nakedly revealed as well. Erica quickly tossed the towel across the room and stepped back in the shower's enclosure.

Sam tried not to be too distracted by the mahogany musculature of the beauty her sister had just disrobed before her. While Allison was caught off-guard, distraught and upset, she reached for the naked black girl's arm and pulled her nearer.

The heavy rim of the tub hitting her shins as she was pulled forward knocked Allison off-balance and sent her sprawling forward. Fortunately, her two housemates were there to catch her. And pull her all the way inside the tub.

"What are you two doing!!" Allison demanded as she managed to gain a foothold inside the tub. "I told you I'm not like that! I like dick!!" The African co-ed felt hands seemingly all over her.

"That's good to hear, Allison," cooed Samantha as the now tepid temperatured water continued to rain down upon them. "Then you won't mind if we use this to help you clean up and get ready for class!"

The black girl followed Sam's emerald eyes. She saw Sam heft a large dildo shaped of soap in both hands as Anita continued to caress her.

"Allison?" Cathy piped, the name sinking through her drunken fog. "Allison's here too?" She smiled dreamily as her half-open eyelids made out a shapely pair of dark-skinned legs. "Ohh, Allie! Welcome!" she gushed drunkenly, flailing both arms as she bent forward. She gripped the smooth dark calf of her the black co-ed's left leg and hugged it tight, caressing it tenderly.

"Yeah, whatever, Blondie," answered Allison, her tone softer now. She tried to shake the American off her leg, to no avail.

Allison tried to address the two caressing her upper torso with soapy hands.

"Listen, I'd expect this sort of thing from the twisted twins here," Allison stated as she watched helplessly from her prison of female arms and legs as Erica now caressed her trim hips and meaty ass as well. "But, you Anita? What's up with that?" She searched the olive-skinned co-ed's big brown eyes for some sort of reason.

"It's gonna be a long three years, Allison!" Anita reminded as she lay her head upon the black girl's strong shoulder. She toyed with the bud on the high round orb of the girl's teat.

Allison closed her eyes, tried to fight off the feelings the four pairs of hands were giving her. She had to admit, when she closed her eyes, she couldn't tell if the hands were male or female. 'Except, maybe ' she mused, 'this touch was more tender, more loving!'

Allison looked down to see her workout-perfected form was lathered in white. She watched as Sam glided the cock-on-a-rope against her washboard abs and strong arms and thighs as if she was a violinist with a bow. Ever closer, it crept to her twatlips. Allison was glad she was under the shower spray now. The girls wouldn't be able to tell how wet she was when the inevitable happened.

The black college student gasped as she felt Cathy's hand slip up her leg and insert her fingers into the slippery gash above where she knelt. She swore she came just from the contact of the white girl's hand inside her pussylips. Allison watched helplessly as Sam took this opportunity to slide the soapy dildo through her gash, after Cathy turned her attention to the little asterisk further back. Sam was rubbing her clit in the process of her sawing action with the slippery soap.

That was the final straw for the over-stimulated black girl. She bucked and writhed in the hands of her housemates, their exploring fingers the only things holding her upright. As Allison went limp, the foursome let her down gently into the tub's basin.

Ever-thinking, Anita opened the shower curtain and checked the time on the small bathroom clock.

"We best get dried off, girls!"