The Faces of Alice: Part Five

Alice fucks Ellen hard, then ditches her locked in the closet while she jets off to Sacred Circle. Ellen’s still stuck on Dina, who just texted she misses her, but Alice has zero fucks left to give. Her split personalities are in charge now, Al the butch and Alicia the lipstick fuck-doll, and they’re running late. When they strut into the meeting the sisters (AJ, Darci, Kristen, Kimmy, Dahlia, Melissa) drop their jaws. Alice looks divine—pink tutu, trucker cap, tits pushed up so high they might pop—and the room feels like Aphrodite just came on the ceiling. She tells them Ellen’s out, then demands they strip. Six naked, shaved pussies glisten in the candlelight, nipples tight, thighs trembling. Alice peels off her own clothes, a double dong already stuffed up inside her. She spreads wide, letting the girls pull her down, and they all start chanting what she commands: 'There’s no love spell, no power circle, we’re here to fuck.' She lines the sisters up in pairs, pussies stacked side-by-side, and works that fat dong from one soaked hole to the next, feeding and stretching until juices drip down their thighs. Fingers dip into neighbors’ cunts, tongues lap at swollen clits, every girl waiting to be next. The Circle becomes a slippery pile of tits, tongues, and squirting orgasms. Right as Alice’s riding another wave, Christy and Ellen burst in. Ellen pulls rank, orders the sisters aside, then drops between Alice’s legs and licks until the spell starts to crack. She drags Dina into the middle, the Circle locking hands around them. Dina leans in, kisses Alice deep, and grinds her cunt right against her until Alice breaks and comes, shaking, crying, back in her own head. She clutches Dina like she’ll never let go, begging forgiveness. 'I just wanted to prove I’m a real lesbian,' she gasps. Dina smiles. Spell’s gone. They’re all free.