Friday, March 26, 2010

Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 3

It was quite late by the time Kelly Ann and Olivia dressed to go home, looking a little wobbly on their legs with goofy, satisfied smiled on their faces. Jessica wrote out a check and handed it to Kelly, saying “Obviously I can’t keep writing you a check every day. But anytime you feel like dropping by, either one of you, you’ll be welcome. Isn’t that right, Marie?”

Marie licked her lips, which were still well-coated with pussy juice. “Oui.”

Kelly and Olivia walked together for two blocks, whereupon their paths diverged. They hugged briefly, feeling suddenly awkward, and went their separate ways.

Walking in her front door, Kelly Ann tried to sneak upstairs to the shower without anyone noticing her, afraid that the smell of sex on her was unmistakable. She was almost at the top of the stairs when she heard her mom call “Kelly?”

“Yeah, Mom.” Kelly stood at the top of the stairs looking down at her mom, who had come to stand at the bottom. People always said they looked alike. Kelly’s mom was older, of course, but she was still a very good-looking woman.

“Where have you been?”

“I was out fundraising for the squad. I got to talking to this nice lady, and time just slipped away, I guess.”

“You’ve been out a lot lately. Are you keeping up with your homework?”

Kelly Ann wrinkled up her face in a classic teenage expression. “Yes, mother. I’ve got it all under control.”

“Well, OK, then,” said her mom. “I know you’re busy, sweetheart. Let’s go shopping this weekend, just the two of us, alright?”

“Sure, mom,” answered Kelly, relieved that at no point in the conversation had her mother come within smelling distance. She showered quickly and crawled into bed with her chemistry book. Truth to tell, she had been neglecting her schoolwork somewhat. She tried very hard to concentrate on the text, but kept getting distracted by thoughts of Jessica, of Olivia, of Marie, of the things they’d all done together. What did this mean for Kelly Ann? Was she a lesbian now? It sure seemed like it — and a promiscuous lesbian, at that; she’d made love with three women that day, and loved every minute of it.

Before long, her lack of sleep the night before caught up with her, and she fell peacefully asleep with the chemistry book still open, face-down on her chest.

* * *

The next day Kelly Ann and Olivia saw each other several times at school, and then of course at cheerleading practice, and each time they exchanged knowing looks. Really they were both thinking the same thing: Would they be going back to Jessica’s tonight? How could they? How could they not?

After practice they both hung around after everyone else had left, and without ever really making a decision, started walking in the direction of Jessica’s house. They were still in their uniforms, of course, because they knew that was what Jessica would want.

Jessica was not at all surprised to see them. She knew that what they had experienced had had a powerful effect on them. They were hers now, and there was no need to be polite and nice anymore.

As soon as they were inside, Jessica barked at them, “On your knees, in the living room, now.” Kelly and Olivia scrambled to obey, their pussies moistening at the thought of what Jessica might have in store for them.

Jessica blindfolded the cheerleaders and handcuffed their hands behind their backs. It made for quite a beautiful sight, the two of them on their knees there, totally submissive and vulnerable.

Jessica picked up the phone and called Janice, the horniest and kinkiest of the local housewives. Janice had a voracious sexual appetite that got no satisfaction at home, so she was always up for a frolic.

“Those girls I was telling you about?” Jessica said. “They’re here.”

“I’ll be there in five,” responded Janice.

Hanging up the phone, Jessica fixed herself a drink and returned to the living room. As an added touch, she fastened a leather collar around each cheerleader’s neck and clipped on a leash that hung down in front. Soon Janice arrived and Jessica let her into the house. She was a thin woman with sharp features, dark brown hair, and small breasts.

Seeing Kelly Ann and Olivia, Janice exhaled sharply. “Oh my goodness,” she said. “That’s just amazing.”

“They’re all yours,” Jessica told her, sitting down with her drink to watch.

After considering for a moment, Janice picked up Kelly Ann’s leash and led her on her hands and knees over to the couch. Once there Janice slipped off her jeans and panties, spread her legs, and used the leash to pull Kelly’s head into her crotch. Smelling and feeling the wet pussy in front of her, Kelly Ann extended her tongue and went to work.

So it’s come to this, Kelly Ann thought. Now I’m blindfolded, handcuffed, and licking the pussy of someone I’ve never even laid eyes on. I’m really a slut now. But at the same time it was incredibly delicious, and her panties were absolutely soaked. She had never been so aroused in her life as she was at this moment, being used and degraded.

Janice liked to talk dirty. “Lick my cunt, bitch,” she instructed. “Put your tongue in me and make me come, you little whore.”

When she came Janice dug her sharp nails into Kelly Ann’s shoulders, hard, and then lay back on the couch with the girl’s head resting on her thigh. After a couple of minutes she handed Kelly’s leash to Jessica and turned her attention to Olivia. “Can I fuck this one?” she asked.

“By all means,” answered Jessica. She pointed to the coffee table, which had a top that lifted up to reveal a storage compartment inside. Inside Janice found a big blue strap-on, which she quickly fastened around her waist.

Walking up behind Olivia, she pushed the girl’s head to the ground so her ass was sticking up in the air.  She lifted Olivia’s skirt and pulled her panties down and off. Jessica, meanwhile, had removed Kelly Ann’s blindfold so she could watch her friend being fucked.

Janice tested Olivia’s wetness, which was significant, with a couple of fingers, and the cheerleader moaned animalistically. Before yesterday she hadn’t had anything inside her for months, and was desperately in need of a good fucking. Today her need was less acute, but still quite intense. She grunted and bit her lip as Janice entered her. Janice tested the waters with a few shallow strokes, then plunged all the way in, pulling on Olivia’s leash to arch her back. Olivia screamed like she had been stabbed — which in a way she had.

“Take it all, bitch,” yelled Janice. “Take that whole cock in your slut pussy.”

Jessica watched Kelly watching Janice and Olivia. Her mouth was hanging open and her breath was coming hard. Jessica wet a finger in her own pussy and slipped it into the girl’s mouth.

Just then Marie appeared in the doorway, naked and yawning. She had been napping, but apparently Olivia’s screams had woken her. Surveying the scene, she saw immediately her place in the scheme of things. She slid underneath Olivia so Olivia could lick her pussy while continuing to get fucked from behind.

Kelly Ann dearly wished that she could reach her own pussy, which was absolutely on fire. The sight of Olivia, still in her cheerleader uniform…blindfolded, handcuffed, and collared…being pounded by Janice while servicing Marie, was the sexiest thing she had ever seen in her life. Every time Janice slammed into Olivia, her face was pushed into Marie’s wet pussy.

In the end it was too much for poor Kelly to watch; she turned away and burrowed her head between Jessica’s legs. This was quite OK with Jessica, who pulled her panties to one side so the girl could lick her.

By the time Kelly was finished there, Janice was back on the couch looking tired, Marie had gone to the kitchen for a cold drink, and Olivia was laying alone on the floor, still handcuffed and blindfolded, her face shining with the afterglow of ecstasy. Jessica pulled off her blindfold and introduced her to the woman who had just fucked her.

“It’s nice to meet you,” answered Janice. “Now crawl over here and lick your slut juice off this cock.” Olivia did as instructed, a look of the most delicious humiliation spreading over her face.

Watching this, Kelly Ann again wished she could reach her clit. She let out a little whimper of frustration that Jessica did not miss. “That’s right, you haven’t gotten to come yet, have you?” Kelly shook her head. “You poor thing. We’ll have to do something about that.”

Jessica disappeared for a minute, and when she returned she was carrying a heavy wooden board with an enormous plastic phallus protruding from the top. She put the thing down on the ground and turned to Kelly Ann. “Well, have at it.”

Kelly Ann approached the contraption tentatively. After pulling off Kelly’s skirt and panties, Jessica returned to her seat and called for Marie to come and watch. Janice and Olivia were looking on as well as Kelly Ann slowly lowered herself down onto the giant dildo. It was not easy to keep her balance with her hands cuffed behind her back, but she was able to do it, and when she felt the thing enter her she let out a tremendous sigh of relief. She began to eagerly hump up and down on it, trying to angle herself so as to stimulate her clit.

As Kelly began climbing the hill toward orgasm, she forgot everything around her, forgot that four women were watching her, forgot that she was handcuffed and half-naked in the living room of someone she’d met just two days ago. She forgot everything but the light inside her head, so when she came, letting out a piercing shriek that could be heard a block away, she was surprised at the spontaneous round of applause from the four observers.

Monday, March 22, 2010

Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 2

Kelly Ann didn’t sleep much that night. She tossed and turned restlessly, images of her experience at Jessica’s house flashing through her head. Part of her was deeply ashamed, but another part was utterly elated. It was like discovering a whole new world; she had never known that that kind of pleasure even existed.

Toward dawn she masturbated furiously and finally managed to drift off for an hour or so. All that day at school she was completely distracted, unable to pay attention either in class or in her social interactions. All she could think about was, would she go back to Jessica’s? “Come back tomorrow with a friend,” Jessica had said. Was this possible? And even if it was, wouldn’t it be terribly wrong? During cheerleading practice that afternoon, Kelly Ann found herself looking around at the other members of the team, picturing them naked, imagining them engaged in decadent lesbian acts. She got so soaking wet that she was afraid someone would notice, and toned down her dancing so there was less chance of her underpants being exposed. This caused her to get yelled at by the coach, Ms. London, who was not bad-looking herself: mid-30s and a little butch but in a cute way, like Rachel Maddow. Soon Ms. London too was naked in Kelly Ann’s imagination, with one cheerleader licking her pussy and another sitting on her face.

Kelly found herself wondering, well, if I did try to get someone to go to Jessica’s with me, who would it be? Her best friend on the team, Katrina, was an extremely beautiful girl, but Kelly had no idea how to broach the subject with her; and besides, if she ended up having sex with Katrina, how weird would that be? They’d been friends since third grade.

Kelly Ann looked around the room and her eyes settled on Olivia, a tall Asian girl with a spectacular body. Olivia was known to party hard and had a reputation for being adventurous — maybe even a bit promiscuous. Kelly felt a tingle between her legs. Olivia was the one, she was sure of it.

After practice Kelly approached Olivia somewhat nervously. Was she really going to do this? What had gotten into her? She almost walked away and forgot the whole thing. But thinking of the orgasms she’d had the day before, she felt a desire burning inside her that overrode her misgivings.

“Olivia, are you going out fundraising tonight?” asked Kelly Ann.

“I was thinking about it,” answered Olivia. “Why?”

“Well….” Kelly paused, thinking of how to put this. “Last night I met someone who’s ready to give us a nice amount of money. But she wanted to meet more of the squad. I was wondering if you might come with me.”

“Hmm.” Olivia pursed her glossy lips and pondered momentarily. “Well, if it’s good for the team, sure, I’m in.”

Jessica’s house was walking distance from the school, so Kelly Ann and Olivia strolled together as evening began to fall over the town. Olivia was very chatty, and Kelly tried her best to keep up the conversation, but all she could think of was what was about to happen. She knew she should tell Olivia that there was a different agenda at work here than just raising money for the squad. But she couldn’t quite figure out how to do it, and in fact the idea that Olivia was going to walk unaware into a den of sexual depravity was turning Kelly on tremendously. By the time they reached Jessica’s house Kelly Ann’s heart was pounding in her ears and seemed about to burst out of her chest as Olivia chattered on obliviously.

Jessica answered the door wearing a very chic, low-cut black dress. “Well hello, Kelly Ann,” she purred. “It’s so nice to see you again. Won’t you girls come in?”

As Kelly and Olivia walked past her into the house, Jessica took the opportunity to appreciate Olivia’s big breasts and perfectly rounded ass, which were displayed to great advantage by her uniform. Two cheerleaders knocking on my door to offer themselves to me, Jessica thought, shaking her head. What a world.

“And who is this you brought with you?” Jessica asked Kelly Ann.

Kelly was so nervous she could barely speak. “This is, is, um, Olivia,” she stuttered.

“I’m delighted to meet you, Olivia. You girls have a seat and I’ll bring you something to drink. Lemonade? Iced tea? Arnold Palmers, maybe.”

“That sounds great,” said Olivia, and Kelly nodded her assent.

A minute later Jessica returned with the beverages and the three of them sat and talked for a while. Jessica asked Olivia some questions about herself, like what grade she was in (12th) and how long she’d been a cheerleader (since she was a freshman). Kelly Ann kept looking around for Marie, but she was nowhere to be seen.

Finally Jessica asked Olivia, “So Kelly Ann told you about our meeting yesterday?”


“What did she tell you exactly?”

“Well,” said Olivia, slipping into fundraising mode, “she said that you were very generous and that you wanted to help the squad, and that you wanted to meet more of us.”

“She told you that, did you?” Jessica clucked disapprovingly, but without malice. “Well, I’m not surprised. Will you girls come with me, please? There’s something I’d like to show the both of you.”

Kelly and Olivia followed Jessica down a short hallway. At the end of it was a door which Jessica opened, ushering in the two cheerleaders ahead of her.

It was a bedroom dominated by a king-size bed, and on the bed was Marie, completely naked, her wrists and ankles lashed to the bedposts at each corner. Her legs were spread wide apart and her mouth was gagged with a red rubber ball.

Jessica stepped into the room behind them and closed the door. She spoke calmly and commandingly. “Kelly, I finally had to gag Marie because all day long she couldn’t shut up about how much she loved her first taste of cheerleader pussy. She’s just dying for more. Which one of you girls wants to help her out?”

Kelly Ann and Olivia both froze. Kelly looked over at Olivia to gauge her reaction; there was excitement in her eyes, and she showed no sign of wanting to get away.

Jessica removed Marie’s gag and pinched one of her nipples. “Kelly, I think you’d better go first. Just to shut her up, you know?”

Kelly Ann found herself mechanically obeying. This woman had cast some kind of spell on her, and she was powerless to help herself. Somehow she knew exactly what Jessica wanted her to do, as if the images were being beamed directly from Jessica’s brain to hers. She stripped off her skirt and panties and climbed onto the bed. Turning around so she faced Olivia, she slowly lowered her crotch down onto Marie’s eager tongue.

Olivia looked on absolutely stunned. She’d always thought that Kelly Ann was something of a prude, but obviously she’d been mistaken. Jessica, meanwhile, had walked around behind Olivia and wrapped her arms around the younger girl’s waist. Together they watched Kelly Ann bounce up and down seductively as she ground her pussy into Marie’s face, and soon Jessica’s hands found their way underneath Olivia’s skirt and into her panties.

Kelly began to moan as her orgasm approached and Olivia was panting sexily as Jessica penetrated her with a finger. The finger then traveled from Olivia’s pussy to her mouth, and she sucked it hungrily as Jessica smiled to herself. She’d pegged this one as a slut from the moment she laid eyes on her.

Gripping Olivia tightly in her arms, Jessica bent the Asian cheerleader forward until her head was between Marie’s legs. Olivia didn’t need to have a picture drawn for her; she obediently began lapping away at Marie’s cunt.

Jessica already was wearing the strap-on under her dress, and a minute later she had pulled off Olivia’s panties and plunged in. Soon the room reeked of wet pussy and Kelly, Marie, and Olivia were all howling like wild animals. Finally all three came almost simultaneously and collapsed into spent heaps. Jessica surveyed her handiwork with great satisfaction: three gorgeous, happy, sweaty girls who would now do whatever she told them.

After giving them a few minutes to catch their breath, Jessica untied Marie and returned to the kitchen to fix herself a real drink, a cold, dry martini. This she enjoyed on a comfortable chair in the living room, with Marie skillfully eating her pussy as she watched Kelly Ann and Olivia 69 on the couch.

The two cheerleaders were a little tentative with each other at first, but they soon warmed up to the task at hand. Jessica enjoyed watching Kelly Ann, who had been a complete novice just the day before, finger-fuck her friend while rhythmically flicking Olivia’s clit with her tongue. Taking a long drag on her martini and pulling Marie’s head in tighter against her crotch, Jessica reflected that life really couldn’t get much better.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 1

From the outside, Glenview Drive appeared to be an ordinary suburban cul-de-sac. It was a relic from another time, the sort of place where the men went off to work in the morning, while their wives got the kids off to school, then cleaned house and met for coffee in the afternoons.

This wholesome veneer, however, concealed a hotbed of lesbian activity that was centered on the house at 420 Glenview. Located at the very end of the cul-de-sac, 420 was slightly larger than the other houses and set back from the street, mostly concealed by trees and a wooden fence. It was the property of a 35-year-old divorcee named Jessica Braden. Tall, blond, athletic, and beautiful, Jessica was a provocative mystery to the men in the neighborhood. As far as they knew, she lived alone in her spacious home and was rarely glimpsed on the streets.

The housewives of Glenview Drive, however, knew Jessica Braden as a highly intelligent, dominating woman with a voracious sexual appetite. They also knew that her house had another inhabitant, a 20-year-old dark-haired French girl named Marie. Marie had come to live with Jessica and her then-husband several years earlier as an exchange student. When the school year ended, Marie — who had been unhappy at home — had not returned to France; instead, it was Jessica’s husband who left the household and moved to another state. Without a visa, Marie lived secretly in Jessica’s house as her maidservant and sexual plaything.

Early one September evening, Jessica was relaxing with a book in her living room as Marie floated naked on an inflatable lounge chair in the backyard pool. When the doorbell rang, Jessica assumed that it was one of the neighborhood wives, feeling horny and looking for some action. Her nipples began to stiffen as she went to the door, anticipating what enjoyment might be in store.

But when she opened the door, what she saw was a gorgeous 18-year-old redhead dressed in a powder-blue cheerleader uniform. Jessica blinked her eyes hard twice to be sure she was really seeing this; it was like some wild fantasy come to life.

“Hi,” said the girl. “My name is Kelly Ann Collins, and I’m a cheerleader at Clinton High.” She had a dazzling smile and huge green eyes; Jessica imagined that she was very popular at her school.

“Jessica,” said the homeowner, extending her hand. As she did so, she looked Kelly Ann up and down as subtly as possible. The girl had wonderful curves that were shown off nicely by the short skirt and tight sweater. “What can I do for you?”

“Well, as you might have heard, we’ve had some big budget cuts at the school this year. Both the football team and the cheerleading squad are in trouble, and we’re asking people in the neighborhood to lend their support.”

“Is that so?” answered Jessica. “I’m sorry to hear that. Why don’t you come in?”

As Kelly Ann came inside, Jessica’s mind was racing. This girl was stunningly hot and Jessica wanted her badly. Did she dare try to seduce a teenager? What would happen if she failed?

“Would you like some lemonade?” Jessica asked the cheerleader.

“That would be great,” said Kelly Ann, flashing an innocent smile that warmed Jessica’s heart and her pussy at the same time. Jessica offered the girl a seat, making sure to place her in a chair where she would be able to see the pool out of the corner of her eye.

A minute later, Jessica returned with drinks for both of them and sat across from Kelly Ann. She engaged the girl in chitchat as they sipped, amazed at her good fortune. Kelly Ann was clearly braless under her sweater, and her breasts jiggled provocatively every time she moved. Jessica realized that it was a brilliant fundraising strategy to send out a cheerleader in uniform — if she ever caught a man without his wife at home, he would empty his bank account to spend another minute with this tasty little morsel. It said something for their town that a girl who looked like this could feel safe going door to door.

As they talked, Jessica watched carefully to see if Kelly glimpsed Marie in the pool. And sure enough, after a few minutes Kelly Ann couldn’t help but notice that there was a naked woman nearby, glistening with sweat, her magnificent breasts and black pubic triangle on full display.

What Jessica couldn’t have known was that Kelly Ann was in a sexually vulnerable state. The girls on the cheerleading squad had taken a vow not to have sex with their boyfriends after a rash of pregnancies among the previous year’s seniors had decimated the team. Kelly managed to keep her boyfriend Jeff mostly content with the occasional blowjob, but he didn’t make much effort to satisfy her. The sight of the nude girl in the pool gave her a funny feeling, one that she didn’t quite know how to interpret, and her face began to redden.

When Jessica was sure that Kelly Ann had seen Marie, she excused herself to get her checkbook. When she returned to the room, she stood behind Kelly Ann and watched her watching Marie. There was no doubt that she was interested in what she was seeing. Jessica took a deep breath and decided to go for it.

Walking up behind Kelly Ann, she leaned down and whispered suggestively in the girl’s ear. “She’s beautiful, isn’t she? Would you like to get a closer look?”

Kelly Ann was frozen. The warm breath in her ear made her feel dizzy, and she didn’t answer the question, just kept staring straight ahead.

Jessica decided to take that as a yes. She put her hands on the girl’s shoulders and called to Marie, who opened her eyes and looked up groggily. Jessica gestured to her, and Marie slid off her floating chair into the pool. She swam over to the side and climbed out, entering the house dripping wet and gloriously naked.

“Marie, this is Kelly Ann,” said Jessica.

“Nice to meet you,” Marie answered in her alluring French accent. Kelly Ann was still silent, staring helplessly at the exposed body now just two feet in front of her: the full breasts, the rounded hips, the dark hair disappearing between the slightly parted legs.

This was the moment of truth. Jessica nodded to Marie, who knelt obediently in front of Kelly Ann. Marie knew well what was expected of her in this situation, and without hesitation she lifted the cheerleader’s skirt and began to slide her panties down over her legs. Kelly Ann didn’t resist; it was all like a dream to her, it was all so unexpected and strange, yet she was more aroused than she’d ever been in her life.

Marie pulled Kelly Ann’s panties all the way off and tossed them aside, then slipped her hands between the girl’s thighs. Jessica craned her neck for a better look as Marie eased Kelly’s legs apart, revealing a moist and succulent red-fringed pussy. Marie ran her tongue from the inside of one knee all the way up Kelly Ann’s thigh, and when it reached her crotch, Kelly jumped in her chair as if she’d received a powerful electric shock. Jessica tightened her grip on the girl’s shoulders to keep her still, then watched hungrily as Marie skillfully worked her tongue in and around Kelly’s slit. The cheerleader was soon moaning helplessly; Marie was a very gifted pussy-licker, and Jessica was certain that no teenage boy had ever given her this kind of pleasure.

Marie held off on stimulating the girl’s engorged clit, but when she did, Kelly Ann came almost immediately, gripping the sides of the chair and throwing her head back with her eyes closed. Marie looked up at Jessica, grinning wickedly with her mouth smeared with Kelly’s juices, then dove back in again. Jessica kissed the cheerleader’s neck and ears as Marie made her come twice more, after which Kelly Ann lay absolutely still in a state of semi-conscious bliss.

When Kelly Ann finally opened her eyes, there was a new surprise in store for her. Jessica was naked now except for a long, plastic imitation phallus that dangled from her crotch. Marie was on her knees running her tongue up and down the shaft to moisten it. Kelly had an inkling of what was about to happen, and she was both excited by the idea of that thing inside her and frightened at the sheer size of it.

Feeling more aggressive now, Jessica pulled Kelly Ann somewhat roughly down onto the thickly carpeted floor. She lifted the girl’s sweater up to expose her breasts, then sucked eagerly on the stiff nipples. Kelly had D-cups, and Jessica took as much of them as she could into her mouth before stripping the girl’s skirt off and spreading her legs. Opening Kelly Ann with one hand, Jessica smiled down at her while easing the first couple inches of the strap-on inside. Kelly Ann let out an extremely sexy little gulp when she felt the penetration. This was exactly what she’d been needing. She surrendered herself to the experience completely now — it didn’t matter that she was getting fucked by someone she’d just met, and by a woman no less; what mattered was that she was getting fucked.

Jessica started off with slow thrusts, then picked up the pace as Kelly Ann responded enthusiastically, grinding her hips against the older woman. Marie, meanwhile, pulled the redhead’s sweater off and began to suckle on her breasts. Kelly Ann closed her eyes in ecstasy, and when she reopened them, yet another surprise awaited her: Marie’s wet pussy was just inches from her face, demanding her attention. Kelly swallowed hard. Good girls like her didn’t do things like this; but then again, they didn’t do anything she’d done in the last half-hour. The smell of Marie’s arousal was overwhelming. It was familiar, of course, but she’d never experienced it quite this way before. Kelly Ann extended her tongue and got her first taste of another girl’s pussy. She couldn’t believe she was doing this, it was so bad, but she had to admit that it felt good.

Marie leaned forward to suck on Jessica’s nipples as she rode the cheerleader’s face. Kelly Ann was eager to give pleasure but not so skilled at cunnilingus, so Marie reached down to finger herself as well. A minute later both she and Kelly Ann had simultaneous, long, loud orgasms.

When the three of them untangled Kelly Ann dressed sheepishly, embarrassed at the intimacy of what had just happened, but also glowing with post-orgasmic joy. She excused herself to wash up as Jessica wrote out a very generous check to the school. When Kelly Ann returned, Jessica — still naked but without the strap-on—handed her the check. “Come back tomorrow with a friend,” said Jessica, “and I’ll write you a check for twice as much.”

Kelly Ann thanked her and made her way unsteadily to the door. Jessica watched her cute little ass wiggle down the driveway, then closed the door when Kelly was out of sight. Marie knew that the mistress of the house would want her needs attended to now, and was waiting on her knees by the couch. Jessica sat and spread her legs wide, pushing her servant’s head down between them, savoring the pleasure of the moment, and the pleasure yet to come.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Slave Girls of Alpha Beta Delta, Chapter 38

Back at ABD House, time seemed to be passing very slowly as Miss White waited for Jenny and Kristin to return from their assignation with the Dean. She had tried to distract herself by reading a book, then by watching a movie, but couldn’t concentrate on either. She poured herself a whiskey but it tasted bitter and just exacerbated her uneasy mood.

Finally she sat down at her computer and clicked around idly for awhile; then it occurred to her to check the camera feed from the basement. Jodie was sitting on the couch with a blanket over her, paging through a magazine. For a few minutes Miss White watched her, mind drifting, thinking back to their encounter the previous night. Then, suddenly, there was movement.

Three girls entered the room, each of them holding a bottle of beer. In the dim lighting it took Miss White a few seconds to recognize them as the freshmen Rachel, Rebecca, and Natalie.

As Miss White watched, suddenly much more interested, Rachel ordered Jodie to stand up and bend over. She did so and the three freshmen took turns spanking her, giggling and swigging their beers between smacks.

After a few minutes Jodie was repositioned so she was on her knees between the three girls. Rachel lifted her skirt to to reveal a healthy thatch of thick black pubic hair, then took hold of Jodie’s head and guided her in. Jodie obediently began to lap away at Rachel’s pussy as the other girls touched themselves.

Jodie was made to lick each girl in turn, then go around the circle again, and finally a third time before she was finally allowed to rest. She sat back on her haunches, face covered with pussy juice, looking both debased and exhilarated.

Polishing off the last of her beer, Natalie looked up seemingly right into the camera, then bent Jodie over and penetrated her with the empty bottle as the other two cheered. Miss White took in the whole scene, first fingering herself and then rubbing her clit. For a while, at least, time passed a bit more easily.

* * *

Finishing her glass of champagne and putting it down, Dean Wilkins unharnessed her strap-on and set it aside. She crossed the room and climbed up onto a large overstuffed chair in the corner, hooking her legs over the arms so they were splayed wide apart.

Her pussy was dark brown on the outside but gaped open slightly to reveal a bright pink interior. Kristin and Jenny exchanged a knowing glance; it looked mouthwateringly delicious, and they started knee-walking over to where the Dean was even before she signaled for them to come.

They took up positions at the foot of the Dean’s chair, inhaling deeply the strong, musky odor of her arousal. The Dean indicated that they were to kiss and lick her boots, which they did. They then worked their up up her calves, knees, and thighs until they met in the middle.

There they paused for a moment, each wanting to give the other the honor of being the first to taste the Dean’s cunt. Finally the Dean grew impatient and yanked Kristin’s head into her crotch. Kristin obediently stuck out her tongue and got to work.

After a few minutes Jenny took over, and Kristin moved up to spend some quality time with the Dean’s glorious tits. She felt like a baby suckling on them, stretching her mouth wide to take in as much as she could, then sucking eagerly on the long, thick nipples. Dean Wilkins put one hand on Kristin’s head and one on Jenny’s, purring contentedly, feeling properly honored and respected.

Now Jenny bent over a little further, craning her head to drive her tongue up into the Dean’s pussy from beneath, as Kristin moved down to focus on her clit. Working as a team, they soon brought the Dean to a monumental orgasm. She let loose with a loud, reverberating grunt and gripped both girls’ heads between her powerful thighs. Just for a moment Jenny felt like her skull was going to pop, but then the pressure eased.

When the Dean released them Kristin and Jenny looked at each other, pleased with their efforts, sharing the moment. Suddenly Jenny was surprised to find herself being lifted into the air and turned upside-down. She squealed as the Dean’s tongue penetrated her. She had never felt anything quite like it before; it was like a snake wriggling around inside her, probing deeper, deeper.

The Dean dangled Jenny so that her head was between Kristin’s legs. She felt a little lightheaded, both from the blood rushing to her head and the throbbing pleasure between her legs, but wasted no time nuzzling her nose into the familiar blond pubic hair. Leaning back, Kristin angled her hips and spread her legs wide so Jenny could lick her. The Dean then moved around to straddle Kristin’s head, completing the circuit between the three of them.

The orgasms seemed to ricochet around among them: Jenny came first, then Kristin, then the Dean. It happened that way again, and then again, then it was like they were all coming at once, their moans forming a three-part harmony.

The Dean sat Jenny gently down on a couch, then fell heavily onto the couch across from her. At this moment there was no Dean and no students, just three women glowing with postcoital bliss.

After taking a minute to catch her breath, Dean Wilkins untied Kristin and Jenny’s hands and told them they were free to go. So they took their leave after sharing a kiss with this formidable woman that they now knew so intimately.

Retracing their steps back through the drawing room to the foyer, they dressed and bundled up for the walk home. It was bitterly cold out, but fortunately Kristin had brought along a flask of brandy that they shared as they made their way across campus.

At ABD House they found Miss White waiting up for them like an anxious parent. “So how was it?” she asked eagerly.

Jenny and Kristin looked at each other and grinned. “Not bad,” answered Kristin. “Not bad at all.”


Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Slave Girls of Alpha Beta Delta, Chapter 37

Kristin and Jenny arrived at the Dean’s front door precisely on the dot of 9:00. It was a magnificent home, even older than ABD House, with impeccably manicured gardens maintained by the university.

The night had turned cold and they were both chilly despite being bundled up. Kristin rang the doorbell and they stood rubbing their hands together for a few seconds until a buzzer sounded to admit them. They opened the door and stepped inside, grateful for the wave of warmth that hit them immediately.

There was no one in sight, so for a minute they just stood there in the foyer wondering how to proceed. It was so warm that they were soon forced to doff their coats, which they hung on a rack in the corner. Looking around, Kristin saw a small camera way up in one corner; they were being watched, it seems. A few seconds later the sound of a voice emerged from an intercom speaker on the far wall.

“Phones in the basket, please.” There was a small basket next to the coat rack, into which Kristin and Jenny obligingly placed their phones. “Thank you,” responded the voice, which then turned commanding. “Clothes off now.”

Kristin looked over at Jenny and shrugged. This was moving faster than she’d expected, but what were they going to do? They stripped down to their underwear, laying their clothes out on a chair nearby, and stood there hesitantly.

“Everything,” ordered the voice. They piled their bras and panties on top of their clothes and stood there naked, conscious of the camera watching them. “Walk straight forward,” they were instructed, “through the drawing room, through the double doors.”

Jenny followed Kristin out of the foyer and into the drawing room, which looked like something from a BBC drama, with elegant couches, beautiful paintings, and an enormous globe. At the opposite side of the room were the double doors in question; the girls held hands as they stepped through.

On the other side was a huge, dimly lit living room, with most of the light coming from a crackling fire in the fireplace. It was decorated just as elegantly as the drawing room, though more sparsely. At first there didn’t seem to be anyone here, either; then suddenly a figure emerged from the darkness and came striding toward them.

Dean Wilkins was dressed for the occasion in a black leather bustier, black leather skirt, and tall stiletto heels. She towered over even Kristin, who was unaccustomed to feeling so small. With her dark skin and dark hair she looked like a creature made of night. Her eyes were enormous and full of energy, picking up occasional flickering highlights from the fire.

“Welcome,” she said, “I’m Dean Wilkins.” In person her voice was melodic, as well as authoritative and resonant. “But you can call me Ma’am,” she added, holding out a large and strong-looking but elegantly formed hand.

Bowing, Kristin took the proferred hand and kissed it. “I’m Kristin,” she said. “Ma’am.” She sensed immediately that they were in the presence of a powerful personality. The Dean was going to get whatever she wanted from them; there was no point resisting or being difficult.

Following Kristin’s lead, Jenny also kissed the Dean’s hand and introduced herself. Looking the two naked girls up and down, the Dean gave a curt nod of approval and spoke in the firm, even voice of one accustomed to having her orders followed. “On your knees now.”

When they were kneeling the Dean tied Kristin and Jenny’s hands behind their backs with silken cords, then popped a ball gag into each girl’s mouth and tied it off behind her head. Walking over to one corner of the room, the Dean returned wielding a formidable-looking cane. She made sure both girls got a good look at it before she bent each one over an ottoman.

It was important, she felt, to begin with the punishment. After all, wasn’t that her job? Imposing discipline, building character?

The Dean touched the tip of the cane gently to Kristin’s rear, then to Jenny’s. She went back and forth like this, counting “Eenie, meenie, miney, moe,” before finally settling on Kristin. After tapping the blonde’s ass softly with the cane — once, twice, three times — she pulled it all the way back and brought it down hard.

Kristin winced and a small gasp escaped through her gag, but she mostly managed to retain her composure. She hadn’t been punished much lately, but after three-plus years at Alpha Beta Delta, she’d been through more than her share. She and Jenny locked eyes and kept them locked, sharing the experience, as the next blow landed on Jenny’s tender young rump. A visible shiver ran through her and a small red spot appeared where the cane had landed.

The Dean took turns caning the two of them, taking her time, landing firm strokes but not by any means using her full strength. When both asses were warm and glowing, she sat the cane down and slid a hand between each girl’s legs. She whistled quietly in surprise; she had expected that they might be wet, but not as sopping and gooey as they were.

“Sluts,” muttered the Dean. She gave each girl three more good, hard whacks with her bare hand, spitting out a word with each blow: “Shameless. Hopeless. Brazen. Depraved. Incorrigible. Sluts.”

With that she felt the punishment complete and penetrated each girl with one finger, then two, spreading them wide and pistoning in and out, in and out. They arched their backs and moaned into their gags, and soon they were coming, spasming and bucking against the Dean’s long, strong fingers.

Walking around to the other side of the two ottomans, Dean Wilkins got down on one knee. After using her thumbs to pop out Kristin and Jenny’s gags, she pushed two wet fingers into each girl’s mouth. They had no choice but to clean each other’s juices off the Dean’s digits — not that they minded.

When she was satisfied with their work the Dean stood again, looming over the two bound girls from her full height. She lifted her skirt to reveal a mammoth black strap-on. Both girls gulped; even by their standards it was rather intimidating. The Dean saw the look in their eyes and grinned wickedly, taking the thick phallus in her hand and giving it a few strokes.

The Dean sat down between Kristin and Jenny, balanced on the edges of the two ottomans, and pulled their heads toward her crotch. Both girls dutifully extended their tongues and began to lick up and down the immense shaft. A strong, musky scent of arousal was drifting up from between the Dean’s legs, and they hoped they might get a chance to investigate its source; but for now they had this monster cock to contend with.

Taking hold of Kristin’s head, the Dean pushed the tip of the dildo between her lips. The head alone half-filled her mouth, but she relaxed her throat and tried to swallow as much as she could. Jenny looked on admiringly as several more inches disappeared into her mouth.

Dean Wilkins pulled down the front of her bustier to reveal a truly superb set of tits, large and rounded and capped with thick, erect dark nipples. She played with them for a minute, then reached for Jenny, who needed little encouragement to begin licking and sucking them as Kristin’s head bobbed up and down on the dildo.

The Dean lifted Jenny’s head and kissed her, forcefully pushing her strong tongue into Jenny’s mouth. Jenny compliantly sucked the Dean’s tongue, feeling a new surge of warmth between her legs as she imagined what it might be like to have that thing stab into her pussy.

Pulling away from Jenny, the Dean again took hold of Kristin’s head and pulled the dildo out of her mouth. Moving around behind Kristin, she used her boot to push the blonde’s legs apart, then got down on one knee. She traced the tip of the strap-on across Kristin’s ass, then up and down her inner thighs. Kristin arched her back and angled her crotch up towards the Dean; she was as ready as she’d ever be.

The Dean teased Kristin’s pussy lips with the dildo before easing the head inside. Kristin moaned and dropped her head; the Dean reached down and took hold of her breasts while continuing to push in deeper. Kristin’s eyes went a little wider with each inch that went into her. She was almost, but not quite, able to take the whole thing.

After slowly pulling almost all the way out, the Dean bucked her hips and drove the strap-on home hard, making Kristin yelp. After that she assumed a steady in-and-out rhythm. A sheen of sweat broke out on Kristin’s forehead and a thin stream of drool ran down her chin as the Dean fucked her, patiently but relentlessly.

Lost in the spectacle before her, Jenny was surprised to find herself being lifted into the air and deposited on the ottoman in front of Kristin. The Dean spread Jenny’s legs and, gripping a handful of Kristin’s hair, guided her toward Jenny’s crotch. Kristin didn’t need to be told what to do; she started licking Jenny’s pussy as the Dean continued to pound into her.

Looking down, Jenny momentarily felt self-conscious about how much of her juice was dripping on the fancy upholstery of the ottoman. But there was nothing to be done, and soon she forgot about that and everything else as she felt an orgasm building.

She and Kristin came almost simultaneously, and they were both grade-A, teeth-chattering climaxes. Dean Wilkins pulled out and stood up; Kristin sat back on her haunches, looking a bit disheveled but thoroughly satisfied; Jenny scooted forward so her dripping pussy was no longer directly over the ottoman.

The Dean walked over to the corner of the room, where she’d left a bottle of champagne sitting in an ice bucket. Most of the ice had melted but the bottle was still nice and cold. She popped the top and poured a glass, then took a taste, letting out a gratified “Aah.”

Walking back over to where Kristin and Jenny were, she gave each girl a sip, killed the rest of the glass herself, and poured another. Looking down at the two bound, naked girls who were hers to do with as she pleased, she took a moment to ponder her next move. The night was still young.


Monday, March 1, 2010

Slave Girls of Alpha Beta Delta, Chapter 36

After leaving the Dean’s office, instead of heading back toward ABD House, Miss White turned left and walked into town. Right at the edge of campus there was a quiet bar where she ordered a Manhattan and took a seat on the back patio, brooding.

Even if Kristin and Jenny agreed to this assignation with the Dean, did that make it right? At some level she would be whoring them out to save her own skin. Yes, it was also for the benefit of ABD as a whole, but this did little to soothe Miss White’s troubled conscience.

She went back and forth about what to do, but by the time her second drink was gone, she’d decided to simply lay out the situation for Kristin as clearly and honestly as she could. Kristin was smart and level-headed, and this would not be the first time Miss White had relied on her judgment.

Simply coming to this decision cheered Miss White up, and she was feeling optimistic as she made her way home. Back at ABD House it was pizza night, and she quickly downed two pieces before asking Kristin to come to her office for a talk.

Kristin listened intently, a serious look on her face, as Miss White explained what had happened in the meeting and what the Dean had proposed. Afterward Kristin had only one question: “Is she cute?”

Miss White grinned, the tension that had been gripping her dissipating somewhat; leave it to Kristin to get right to the heart of the matter. “She’s a handsome woman,” answered Miss White, and gave Kristin a physical description of the Dean.

Kristin nodded. “Let me talk to Jenny,” she said. As with the Janet Lee situation, she felt it was only right to involve Jenny in the decision. Jenny’s boundaries had been pushed back a long way in a short time, but it was important to Kristin that she not feel taken advantage of.

When Kristin left Miss White caught up on her email and checked the camera feed from the basement, where Jodie was laying back on the couch, gloriously naked with a chemistry book propped up on her stomach. After about 20 minutes the phone rang.

“Yeah, we’ll do it,” Kristin said.

Miss White thanked her and hung up. Feeling relieved, she flirted with the idea of paying Jodie a visit. But the moment wasn’t right; suddenly she was feeling very tired. So she poured herself a nightcap, picked up a book, and went up for the night.

* * *

The nest day, feeling like making the Dean wait as much as she could, Miss White waited until almost 5:00 to pick up the phone. When the secretary put her through, she said simply, “OK.”

The Dean knew immediately what this meant. “My house,” she said. “9:00 sharp, Friday night.”

Miss White hung up and again felt a little twinge of guilt. But what could she do? They would just have to play this out.

* * *

For the rest of the week Kristin, Jenny, and Miss White were all nervous about the upcoming appointment with the Dean. But it was exciting too. Kristin and Jenny, titillated by the prospect of what might transpire, had the best sex they’d had in weeks.

Thursday night Miss White found herself unable to sleep. After tossing and turning for awhile she put on her bathrobe and went down to her office. Playing around idly on her computer, it occurred to her to see what Jodie was doing.

Turning on the camera feed, she saw Jodie laying back on the couch, naked as always but with a blanket covering her from the waist down. One hand was stroking her erect right nipple as the other held a phone sideways in front of her face.

The phone was facing away the camera, so Miss White couldn’t see what she was watching, but it had to be something sexy. As Miss White watched her right hand traced down her belly and disappeared under the blanket, then began to move around underneath.

This was more than Alexis White could stand. Getting up from her desk, she made a beeline for the basement. By the time she walked into the room, Jodie had pushed the blanket down and spread her legs, frigging her pussy furiously.

When she saw Miss White, Jodie momentarily froze. It wasn’t the first time she’d been caught masturbating, but this situation was different. Their eyes met for a few seconds; the expression on Miss White’s face was neutral, but the glimmer in her eyes spoke volumes. Jodie resumed rubbing her pussy, more slowly now, as Miss White approached her.

Sitting on the edge of the couch, Miss White took hold of the hand holding Jodie’s phone and angled the screen a little toward her. A tall, dark-haired woman stood gazing down imperiously at the two naked, handcuffed blondes on their knees in front of her. She was clad from the neck down in form-fitting black latex and a matching black strap-on dangled from her pelvis.

Jodie and Miss White watched together as the blondes leaned forward and ran their tongues along the length of the dildo, then took turns sucking it. The dark-haired woman stood still as a statue and then, suddenly — moving quickly and decisively — spun the blonde on the left around, bent her over, and penetrated her with one swift motion.

Miss White untied the belt of her robe and let it fall open as the dark-haired woman onscreen rolled the second blonde onto her back, arranging her so that the one who was being fucked could lick her pussy. Sexy as this was, Alexis White had not come down here to watch porn; she gently took the phone from Jodie’s hand and sat it face-down on the arm of the couch. Taking the hand that Jodie had been masturbating with, Miss White brought it to her mouth.

Staring straight into Jodie’s eyes, Miss White sucked each fingertip in turn, savoring the sweet taste of the younger woman’s pussy juice. When the hand was clean Miss White brought it to her crotch while thrusting her own hand between Jodie’s legs. For a few minutes they rubbed and fingered each other, their own moans joining those that could still be heard from the face-down phone.

Finally Miss White stood, shucked off her robe, and let it fall to the floor. She climbed up onto the couch, straddled Jodie’s head, and sank her pussy onto Jodie’s eagerly extended tongue.

For a long moment Miss White just rode Jodie’s face, rolling her hips in figure eights, her juices coating Jodie’s nose and chin. This felt delicious and wonderful, but Jodie’s wet slit was beckoning, and Miss White didn’t wait long before bending down for the 69.

Jodie’s whole body shuddered as Miss White began to lick her, and she had trouble focusing on what she was doing. Miss White didn’t mind; she knew that giving pleasure could be just as satisfying as receiving it. It took her less than a minute to coax an orgasm from Jodie, whose moans of helpless ecstasy were music to Miss White’s ears.

Miss White decided that she would use all of her knowledge and skill to make Jodie come as many times and as hard as possible. Partly to prove a point, and partly just because she could. She gave Jodie just the right amount of time to recover from her first orgasm before inserting one finger and feeling around inside. Jodie squirmed and arched her back, eager for more, and Miss White played her like a violin — bringing her slowly, gently, teasingly to a second climax.

At this point Jodie tried to resume servicing the pussy poised above her, but was soon distracted by Miss White’s lips brushing her clit. She tried again after the next orgasm, and the one after that, and the one after that; each time she lost her train of thought when Miss White’s ministrations resumed. Eventually she just gave up and let the pleasure wash over her, each wave a little stronger, until finally she wasn’t sure who, were, or what she was anymore.

Sensing that she’d done all she could, Miss White climbed off and looked down with satisfaction at the spent, glassy-eyed figure on the couch. Jodie was still technically conscious, but couldn’t have put together a coherent sentence to save her life. After covering Jodie with the blanket, Miss White brushed her hair back out of her eyes and kissed her on the forehead, then sat down across from her.

Slowly, methodically, Miss White fingered herself to a powerful orgasm as Jodie looked on with heavy-lidded eyes. Then she put her robe on and went back upstairs to bed.