Monday, May 24, 2010

Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 6

The next day after cheerleading practice, Ms. London, the coach of the squad, called Kelly Ann into her office. Everyone else had left and Ms. London asked Kelly to have a seat on the other side of her desk.

“Kelly, I see that you brought in a couple of checks from a....” She rummaged around on her desk for a few seconds. “Jessica Braden. Very generous checks, I might add.”

“That’s right,” answered Kelly Ann, flushing at the thought of Jessica and all that had transpired over the last few days. “She was, um, very eager to help.”

“Well, this is excellent,” responded Ms. London. “This goes a long way toward making up our budget shortfall. I’d really like to thank her in person. Do you think you could arrange that?”

“Um... sure, I guess so,” Kelly answered somewhat hesitantly, her mind racing to try and calculate the complexities of this situation. Was there a risk of Ms. London finding out about the cheerleaders’ sexual escapades? What would happen if she did?

“Good, good,” said Ms. London. “Let me know. Good night, Kelly.”

“Good night.”

* * *

Kelly Ann had just left Ms. London’s office when her cell phone rang — it was Katrina.

“Hey,” said Kelly.

“Hi. You want to come over?” asked Katrina. “Nobody’s home but me.”

“OK.”

* * *

Kelly let herself in through the screen door in back of Katrina’s house, as she usually did when she visited. She called her friend's name as she walked through the kitchen, but there was no answer until she stood at the bottom of the stairs leading to the second floor, where the bedrooms were. Then she looked up to see Katrina standing with her hands on the railing, stark naked except for her socks.

Kelly got a lump in her throat. Katrina looked amazing; the sunlight was hitting her from one side, illuminating her perfect skin and filtering through her soft blond pubic hair. Katrina smiled down at her. “Come on up,” she said.

The previous day had been something of a revelation for Katrina. Although boys had always gone crazy over her, she had been somewhat indifferent to them, which of course only made them want her more. She was sometimes cruel to them, and had never really felt bad about it. She had slept with a few of them and been rather underwhelmed by the experience, though she occasionally enjoyed the feeling of a penis inside her. Somehow, though, something was lacking. She worried that if this was all there was to sex, she was never going to understand what the big deal was.

Her experience with Kelly, Jessica, and Marie had been different, though. Katrina had never been so aroused as she was during the tryst, and never so satisfied as she was after. This was a whole new avenue of pleasure that she had never even thought about before, and it excited her to discover that she could feel this way. The whole day all she’d been able to think about was pussy, and she couldn’t wait for her next chance to fuck a girl.

Katrina looked down at her friend; she’d always known that Kelly was beautiful, but never realized that she could feel the kind of desire she was feeling now. She was seeing the world through a whole new set of eyes.

Kelly Ann climbed the stairs and when she reached the top, Katrina was waiting for her with both hands held out. She led Kelly to her bedroom and closed the door behind them.

Immediately Katrina was all over Kelly, pressing her up against the door, kissing her forcefully on the mouth, practically tearing her clothes off. The sheer passion of it took Kelly by surprise, and she kissed her friend back as best she could, feeling her nipples stiffen and her juices begin to flow. Katrina licked down Kelly’s neck and began to suckle her breasts with an eager sloppiness that took Kelly’s breath away. Soon Katrina was on her knees, pulling Kelly’s panties off and lifting one of Kelly’s legs onto her shoulder.

Katrina inhaled deeply the scent of arousal pouring from between her friend’s legs; it was the greatest smell in the world, as far as she could tell. Kelly closed her eyes and leaned back against the door, emitting a primitive, uninhibited moan as Katrina’s tongue invaded her. She put her hands on Katrina’s shoulders to steady herself, already about to come; no one had ever attacked her pussy this way. When Katrina sucked on her clit she came like a freight train, her legs quivering and a thin stream of drool running down her chin.

Soon the girls were on the bed, rolling over and over, practically wrestling with each other as they writhed and kissed and licked and sucked. Finally, when they had driven each other over the brink four or five times, they lay side by side staring at the ceiling, Katrina cupping her friend’s crotch with one hand. Suddenly they heard a noise coming from downstairs, then a voice.

“Katrina? Honey?” It was Katrina’s mom, home a little earlier than expected.

“Hi, mom,” Katrina shouted down. “Be down in a minute.” As quietly as possible the girls scrambled to get dressed. Fortunately it would not be too unusual to see Kelly emerging from Katrina’s bedroom; they often hung out together at this time of day. Kelly just hoped the smell of sex would not be too obvious on them. She found some of Katrina’s perfume and sprayed a little on both of them.

Downstairs they found Katrina’s mother unpacking bags of groceries. There was no question about where Katrina had gotten her beauty from; she and her mom were practically twins. “What have you girls been up to?” she asked.

This made Kelly Ann cough so hard she practically doubled over, but Katrina was cool. “Just hanging. You want some help?”

“That’s OK, I’m almost done. Hi there, Kelly. Are you alright?”

Kelly had caught her breath now. “I’m fine, Mrs. Bowman. How are you?”

“I’m just dandy, thanks for asking.” Mrs. Bowman sniffed the air curiously. “Something smells delicious!”

Katrina grinned. “We were just trying out some perfumes. Regular girl stuff.”

There was a hint of irony in Katrina’s voice that Kelly caught, and she wondered if Mrs. Bowman would too. But she seemed oblivious. “Can I make you girls something to eat?” she asked.

Kelly Ann coughed again. If Mrs. Bowman knew that she’d been eating pussy all afternoon.... “I’d better get going,” she answered, just a little too quickly. “It’s later than I thought.” She hugged Katrina goodbye, and up close the smell of girl juice on her was unmistakable. It sent a shiver through Kelly, and not an unpleasant one. She waved goodbye to Mrs. Bowman and made her escape hastily, wondering what the hell was happening to her life.

.

Friday, May 14, 2010

Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 5

When Sunday afternoon rolled around, Kelly Ann was more nervous than she’d ever been in her life. Today she was supposed to deliver Katrina to Jessica, and God only knew what kind of perverted things Jessica would have in mind for them. Kelly’s imagination ran wild, giving her both a tingle between her legs and a knot in her belly.

It had been different with Olivia, because the two of them hadn’t previously been that close. Katrina and Kelly had grown up together, their families knew each other, and Kelly was worried about how Katrina was going to react to all this. What if she was horrified by what Kelly was into now? It could mean the end of a long friendship, and make things awkward for Kelly in the community. She wasn’t ashamed of what she’d been doing, exactly. But she was in no hurry to have it generally known that she had been drawn into a circle of lesbians with loose morals.

Then again, Katrina was a spectacularly sexy girl, and the prospect of getting her involved in this new world that Kelly was exploring was very exciting. And deep inside Kelly Ann knew that, sooner or later, she was going to end up doing what Jessica wanted her to do. She was compelled by a force beyond her comprehension. So she carried on, putting her doubts and fears aside.

She tried not to watch the clock, but found herself checking the time every five minutes. Meanwhile she tried on about 25 different outfits, finally settling on a denim skirt and a tube top that showed off her breasts very nicely. By 3:45 Kelly Ann was downstairs waiting for Katrina, and when 10 long minutes later there was no sign of her, Kelly picked up the phone.

“Where are you?” asked Kelly anxiously, worried that they would be late.

“I’m on my way,” answered Katrina. “Chill out.”

“I asked you not to be late,” Kelly whined.

“I know, I know, it’ll just be a minute.”

Even so, it was ten minutes after four by the time Katrina pulled up in front of Kelly Ann’s house. Kelly was fuming and ready to scream, but once she laid eyes on Katrina, it was hard to stay mad at her. She looked amazing: honey blond hair, pale blue eyes, and a short, tight turquoise dress. “Sorry,” she said. “I had to take my stupid brother into town.”

“It’s OK,” Kelly said, and directed her friend to Jessica’s house. It only took five minutes but it seemed like hours to Kelly Ann, stressed out as she was. They parked in front and Kelly strode briskly to the door, with Katrina trailing languidly behind.

Marie answered the door, looking lovely in a white sundress. Kelly realized that this was the first time she had ever seen Marie with clothes on.

Jessica was sitting under an umbrella by the pool in a sexy red dress with spaghetti straps up top. “You girls are late,” she said.

“Sorry,” said Kelly Ann. “This is Katrina.” The tone of her voice implied, This is why I’m late. ”Katrina, this is Jessica.”

Katrina shook Jessica’s hand, looking around and obviously wondering where the party was, but too polite to say so. Jessica was impressed; she had really hit the jackpot this time. Kelly and Olivia were both very beautiful girls, but Katrina was on another level; she seemed to glow, even in the bright sunlight.

Jessica asked the girls to have a seat and told Marie to bring them something to drink. There were a bunch of snacks on the table to Jessica’s left, so for awhile they all sat around eating, drinking, and talking. Then Marie suggested a swim.

“But we didn’t bring bathing suits,” Katrina said.

“You don’t need a bathing suit,” Marie told her. “After all, we’re all girls, right?”

Before long Marie, Kelly Ann, and Katrina were splashing around nude in the swimming pool. Jessica remained in her seat, looking cool and relaxed behind her sunglasses, sometimes reading the magazine on her lap, sometimes glancing up at the naked girls in front of her.

Kelly Ann had seen Katrina naked in the locker room before, but had never looked at her quite this way. Her breasts were ripe and luscious, and her ass was a work of art. Kelly wanted to fondle her, but kept waiting for Marie or Jessica to make the first move. Instead, Marie just swam around and Jessica didn’t budge from her chair.

After their swim, the three girls wrapped themselves in towels and went into the living room. Jessica followed a minute later, and when she removed her sunglasses, her piercing gray eyes locked right onto Kelly Ann, making the younger girl feel a sudden chill.

“You know, Kelly Ann, I haven’t forgotten that you were late today. I also haven’t forgotten that I promised to punish you the other day.”

Kelly sat in a stunned silence. Things were taking an unexpected turn.

“Katrina, would you like to watch your friend be punished?”

Kelly looked over nervously at her classmate, who said nothing for a few long moments, then smiled mischievously. “Sure,” she said. If anything about this situation struck her as strange, you couldn’t tell from the look on her face.

“Stand up, Kelly,” ordered Jessica, and Kelly as always was powerless to resist her. Jessica pulled off Kelly’s towel and let it drop to the floor, then had Kelly put her hands on the back of the sofa so that she was slightly bent over with her ass facing Katrina and Marie.

Jessica opened the top of the coffee table and pulled out a riding crop, which she swished several times through the air. In the quiet room it made a loud whooshing sound that caused Kelly Ann’s stomach to tighten.

When Jessica brought the crop down on Kelly’s naked ass for the first time, she yelped and instinctively straightened up slightly. Jessica pushed her back into position and hit her again, harder this time. “Stand still,” she said.

Soon Kelly Ann was crying, not so much from the pain — which was not really that bad — but from the humiliation of being whipped naked in front of her friend and classmate. What must Katrina be thinking? What if she told everyone?

Jessica smacked Kelly with the crop about a dozen times, then slid it between her thighs. Kelly’s legs parted slightly, and Marie and Katrina got a clear view of her pussy, which was glistening with moisture. However humiliated she was, she was obviously also turned on.

“Katrina, did you know that our little Kelly Ann is quite a talented pussy-licker?” asked Jessica. A huge blush spread across Kelly’s face at this crude compliment, though in her current position no one could see it.

Katrina wasn’t sure what to say. She felt like she was in a dream that had started off normal enough, and kept on turning weirder and weirder. Part of her wanted to run for the door. But the sight of Kelly Ann’s naked body, and the way she was being treated, were having a powerful effect. Something about it struck a chord within Katrina that was new and intriguing. Finally she answered, “Um, no, I did not know that.”

“Would you like her to show you?”

“Well, uh… wow... um, OK.” That last was meant as a delaying tactic more than an assent, but Jessica took it the way she wanted to take it, and proceeded as planned. She stood Kelly up, then pushed her down so she was on her hands and knees in front of Katrina. Marie, meanwhile, helped Katrina out of her towel and spread her legs apart.

For a long moment no one spoke, and Katrina just stood there, mouth agape and heart pounding. Starting with the skinny-dipping, she’d come slowly to the realization that something odd was afoot. But now it had all happened so fast. She was trembling a little with nerves, but also had the strange feeling that her whole life had been building up to this moment.

“I’d make her beg for it if I was you,” said Jessica. “She will, she’s a horny little slut.”

Kelly Ann, more humiliated than ever, just stared at the floor, red-faced and wet-eyed. Then she heard the riding crop slicing through the air and felt it smack into her tender ass. She looked up, straight into her friend’s blond pussy, and mumbled something. “Speak up,” barked Jessica, punctuating her sentence with a whack of the crop. “And look her in the eyes.”

Swallowing what little remained of her pride, Kelly Ann looked up into Katrina’s gorgeous blue eyes, and in a firm, clear voice asked, “May I eat your pussy, please?”

Katrina had never been with a girl before, but had always wondered what it would be like. Apparently she was about to find out. “Yes, you may.”

Kelly Ann scooted forward and thrust her tongue between her friend’s pussy lips. Katrina was soft, wet, and delicious. Embarrassed as she had been, Kelly was also thrilled that Jessica had said she was talented, and she worked hard to live up to the compliment. She used her mouth and fingers to bring Katrina as much pleasure as she could, enjoying the way her beautiful girlfriend moaned and squirmed.

Katrina was just about ready to come when she looked up and saw Jessica approaching from behind Kelly with a strap-on pointing right out in front of her. Putting her finger to her mouth in a shushing gesture, Jessica knelt down behind the unsuspecting Kelly and penetrated her without warning. Kelly Ann gasped into Katrina’s crotch; she was sopping wet and easily took the full length of the dildo inside her while continuing to work on Katrina’s clit.

Soon Katrina came like she had never come before. Kelly Ann really was talented. A minute later Kelly came too, her tits bouncing as Jessica thrust relentlessly into her.

Thoroughly worn out, Kelly climbed up onto the couch next to Katrina, who sat back to savor the fantastic orgasm she’d just had. But Jessica was not finished with her. Reaching around from behind, Jessica fastened a leather collar around Katrina’s neck and attached a leash, which she handed to Marie.

“Time for you to do some work now, sweetheart,” Jessica said to Katrina. “There’s no such thing as a free lunch.”

Tugging on Katrina’s leash, Marie led her over to the large recliner in the corner. Tossing her towel aside, Marie climbed onto the recliner and draped her legs over its sides so her legs were spread wide open and her cunt lewdly displayed. Slowly, inch by inch, she shortened the leash until Katrina’s head was in her crotch. Katrina stuck her tongue out and took her first taste of pussy.

She liked it. No, she loved it; she leaned in and went after Marie’s pussy like it was an ice cream cone that was about to melt. Katrina had a powerful sex drive and hadn’t had any for months; this was exactly what she had been needing. Wait, there was one more thing….

Turning her head as best she could, she looked up at Jessica and the strap-on that dangled from her crotch, still slick with Kelly Ann’s juices. “Could you use that thing on me?”

Jessica smiled. This girl was certainly catching on quickly.

Moments later Kelly Ann was watching Katrina’s blond head bob up and down between Marie’s legs as Jessica fucked her from behind. Of course this wonderful sight got her juices flowing again, and she began to finger herself. She came at almost the same time Marie and Katrina did.

After that, finally, it was Jessica’s turn. She wanted Kelly Ann and Katrina to go down on her together, so she could look down and see both cheerleaders’ pretty heads between her legs. And Jessica always got what she wanted.

Monday, May 10, 2010

Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 4

The next day was Friday, game day. Halfway through the first quarter Kelly Ann looked up and was surprised to see Jessica sitting in the stands, staring right at her, looking very elegant in a black dress and big sunglasses.

A wave of conflicting emotions washed over Kelly. One was excitement, at having this fascinating, powerful, and sexy woman watching her do her thing on the football field. Another was anxiety, because her parents were somewhere in that same audience, and those were two worlds that she did not want to come in contact with each other. And of course there was arousal, knowing that at that moment Jessica was most likely undressing her with her eyes, that indeed she was intimately familiar with all of Kelly Ann’s most private places. She felt that familiar trickle between her legs as she began a cheer, and wondered if Olivia had noticed Jessica as well.

For her part, Jessica was deriving no end of delight from watching the cheerleaders go through their routine, knowing that she had already had two of them, and that if she played her cards right she could have many more. Her satisfaction was more than sexual; she had grown up poor and worked hard for everything she had. A part of her harbored a strong resentment toward these daughters of privilege, and took great pleasure in making them do her bidding. It wasn’t that she hated the girls, in fact she thought they were beautiful and delightful; but dominating them, manipulating them, debasing them, thrilled her in a very special way. She intended to see just how far she could take this.

Kelly Ann was talking to her parents after the game when Jessica came walking up, and Kelly’s heart stopped cold. What was she supposed to do? Stammering, she introduced Jessica to her folks. “Mom, Dad, this is Jessica Braden. She made a really nice donation to the squad.”

Jessica dazzled them with a gleaming white smile and shook their hands. “Mr. and Mrs. Collins, it’s a great pleasure to meet you.” Kelly Ann could tell that her parents were immediately charmed by Jessica, as who wouldn’t be, and relaxed a little. Nothing inappropriate or suspicious came up in the conversation, which was brief anyway, because Kelly’s parents had a dinner party to get to.

“You want us to drop you at home?” asked Kelly’s dad.

“I’ll give her a ride,” Jessica volunteered.

“That’s very kind of you,” said Kelly’s mom. “It was so nice to meet you.”

“Likewise,” said Jessica. A minute later, Kelly’s parents had left and they were walking toward Jessica’s car, which was a black, sleek Lexus sedan.

They both sat down but Jessica made no move to start the car. “Show me your pussy,” she ordered.

Kelly Ann swallowed hard. There was no one around, but they were still very close to the school. “Umm….”

“Come on, the windows are tinted. No one will see you.”

Kelly still hesitated; tinted windows or no, she felt very exposed here. This frustrated Jessica. “Do it or you can walk home.”

At that, Jessica scrambled to comply. It wasn’t so much having to walk — it wasn’t very far anyway — but the threat of being banished from Jessica’s presence. She pulled her panties off and spread her legs so Jessica could see her.

Jessica licked her lips lasciviously. “Mmm, lovely.” At last she started the car and pulled onto the street. “Remind me to punish you later for disobeying me. Now put your panties in the glove compartment,” she told Kelly Ann. Kelly obeyed, thankful that there was no identifying mark on them.

“Who was that blonde next to you during the game?” Jessica asked.

“Oh, that’s Katrina. Turn right here.”

“She’s gorgeous.”

“Yeah,” Kelly answered without much enthusiasm. To be honest, she had always been a little jealous of the attention Katrina got from boys.

“Bring her to my house on Sunday,” said Jessica.

This took Kelly Ann by surprise. “What? How?”

“It doesn’t matter. Tell her there’s a party. I’ll take care of the rest.”

“I don’t know….”

“I already owe you one punishment,” said Jessica sternly. “Do you want another?”

“No,” Kelly answered petulantly, surprised at how the threat of punishment was making her wet between the legs. “Left here.”

“Good. 4:00, don’t be late.”

“I’ll do my best,” said Kelly.

“See that you do.” Just then they pulled up in front of Kelly Ann’s house, and she felt suddenly bereft at the idea of walking into an empty house. “You want to come in?” she asked Jessica.

“No, I also have a party to get to.” She also knew better than to arouse suspicion from nosy suburban neighbors. “But you play with yourself tonight while thinking of me.” She slid a hand between Kelly’s legs to feel her bare, sticky thighs. “I see you’re about ready. Now get out of here, you’re going to make me late.”

* * *

Once inside Kelly Ann went up to her room, lay down on the bed with her legs wide apart, and fingered herself to a powerful orgasm. But afterward she was unsatisfied; she wanted something, anything, inside her. She went down to the kitchen and found a banana, a cucumber, and a carrot.

Kelly spent the next two hours masturbating and penetrating herself with fruits and vegetables. Every orgasm, far from satisfying her passion, seemed to jump it up to another level. Anytime it started to flag, she pictured Jessica watching her, and the heat in her loins flared up all over again. Finally she just lay there in a sweaty, exhausted heap. She almost fell fast asleep, but suddenly thought of her mother walking in and finding her on the bed next to a pussy-soaked cucumber, banana, and carrot. She carefully disposed of the soiled food items in the outside trash can and took a long shower, then ate leftover Chinese food while watching a movie on TV. She fell asleep for real on the living room sofa, worn out from one of the most eventful weeks of her young life.

* * *

Saturday Kelly Ann went shopping with her mother as she had promised. Walking through the food court, she did a double-take as she saw a familiar figure: Janice, walking with another woman that Kelly didn’t recognize. Kelly’s palms started to sweat, and she had an impulse to grab her mom and move quickly in the opposite direction. But that would be suspicious, and anyway, what did she think was going to happen? Was Janice going to walk up to them and congratulate Kelly’s mom on her daughter being such a good pussy-licker? Things like that just didn’t happen in the mall.

Kelly kept her cool, and as they passed Janice gave her a knowing look that penetrated to her very soul, and kept right on walking.

When they got home Kelly Ann remembered that she had to call Katrina, and spent a few minutes screwing up her courage before finally dialing the phone. As suggested, she told Katrina that a benefactor of the cheerleading squad was throwing a party. Katrina, a fun-loving and trusting girl, readily agreed to attend and volunteered to drive since she, unlike Kelly Ann, had her own car.

“The party’s at 4, and, please, don’t be late,” said Kelly. She knew that Katrina, though basically a sweet girl, could be self-centered and a little flaky.

“Why would I be late?”

“No reason. Please, just be on time, OK?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be there. Geez.”

“Sorry. Thanks. See you then.”

That night Kelly was supposed to be going to the movies with her boyfriend Jeff, though she wasn’t really in the mood. Several times she almost called him and cancelled, but she couldn’t think of a good reason to do so. At 7:30 he picked her up and they drove to the multiplex, where Kelly Ann sat restlessly through what seemed like the most boring movie ever. Jeff kept trying to feel her up with his clumsy teenage hands, but she was not very cooperative.

Afterward in the car, Jeff complained. “Well you’re not very fun tonight.”

“I’m not in the mood. Sorry.”

“Well can you at least do something for me?” He pointed to his crotch, where a less-than-impressive erection was tenting his jeans and a small spot of wetness showed through.

“Not tonight, Jeff. I’m really just tired. Can you take me home, please?”

“Fine,” he answered testily. Gunning the engine, he drove to Kelly’s house in irritable silence, slamming on the brakes at every red light, then stomping on the gas when it turned green again. About two blocks from Kelly’s house, he pulled into the darkened parking lot of a church and turned the car off. When Kelly turned to him, he had his cock out. “Come on, babe,” he pleaded. “Help me out here.”

For a moment she felt sympathy for him. His small penis was as hard as she’d ever seen it, and if it weren’t for the pledge, she might have gone ahead and let him fuck her, even though he was acting like a jerk. Instead she reached down with her hand and gave it a few short strokes; that was all it took, and he shot his load all over her hand, then slumped back in his seat with his eyes closed.

At that, all Kelly’s annoyance returned, and she wiped her hand as best she could on the seat before opening the door and stepping out. “I’ll walk home,” she said curtly.

“Come, on babe, don’t be like that,” Jeff said weakly, but it was too late. After a few seconds, he shrugged his shoulders and drove away.

* * *

Back at home Kelly washed her hands, twice. She felt restless; the night was still young, but what to do? Her parents were at another party and wouldn’t be home until late. She thought of walking to Jessica’s, but was hesitant to show up uninvited, and a little scared of what she might find happening there on a wild Saturday night. Then she thought of Olivia and decided to call her.

“Hey, what are you up to?” Kelly asked.

“Nothing, actually,” answered Olivia peevishly. “I was supposed to go to a party at Amber’s, but her parents found out about it and it got cancelled.”

“Want to come over and watch a movie? My folks are out.”

Olivia thought for a second. “Sure, sounds like fun.”

In about 20 minutes Olivia was there, and she was scarcely in the door before she had produced a joint from her purse. “I was saving this for the party.”

“Gee, I don’t know…” said Kelly. Her parents were cool in most respects, but pretty strict about drugs.

“Oh, come on, don’t be uptight.” Olivia thought, but didn’t say: Come on, we were in a five-girl orgy yesterday. What’s a little joint?

“Well, OK. We’d better go in the back yard.”

After a few hits the girls were feeling loose and silly. Olivia clowned around in the kitchen imitating one of their teachers while Kelly Ann made popcorn, then they sat down in the living room to watch Knocked Up. About 15 minutes into it Kelly Ann felt Olivia’s hand unbuttoning the top button of her jeans. It felt good, and she sat up a little to give Olivia a better angle. Olivia undid the other buttons and slid her hand down into Kelly Ann’s panties; Kelly bit her lip and let out a soft moan. By the time Olivia’s hand had crawled through Kelly’s pubic hair and between her legs, she was quite moist down there.

They continued watching the movie as Olivia played with Kelly Ann’s pussy, fingering her gently and teasing her clit. Kelly was a little nervous; though she was sure her parents wouldn’t be home for awhile, still this seemed like a very risky thing to be doing in her own house. It felt so great, though, that after a minute she stopped worrying and let the feeling grow within her. Finally Kelly shuddered and came on Olivia’s hand, then leaned over and planted a big, grateful kiss on her classmate’s mouth. They lingered on the kiss for awhile, their tongues probing and intertwining, then Kelly reached up under Olivia’s T-shirt to feel her breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and Kelly found her nipples stiff and needy.

Kelly Ann leaned down to suck Olivia’s tits, and she could smell the sharp scent of arousal coming from below. Switching sides so she could use her dominant right hand, she undid Olivia’s pants and fingered her in return; access was easy, because she wasn’t wearing any underwear, either. Olivia ate a big handful of popcorn, savoring the combined flavors of butter and pussy on her fingers. Dirty as this was, it felt innocent and playful somehow, and Olivia was laughing as she came. Afterward they fixed up their clothes and watched the rest of the movie, chatting and giggling like any two girlfriends.


Sunday, May 9, 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, Janice pushed the girl’s head to the ground so her ass was sticking up in the air, then lifted her 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 until the commotion woke her up. 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.


Saturday, May 8, 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 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 continued to chatter 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?”

“Yeah.”

“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.


Friday, May 7, 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, May 5, 2010

Slave Girls of Alpha Beta Delta, Chapter 106

When Alexis White awoke on New Year’s Day, sometime in the afternoon, her head ached but it wasn’t the worst hangover she’d ever had. She was thirsty and needed to pee, so she rolled out of bed and made her way to the bathroom.


She plopped down on the toilet, and the bathroom was small enough that she was able to reach over and pour a glass of water at the same time. As she sat there simultaneously relieving and rehydrating herself, she began to mentally reconstruct the previous night.


* * *


Jodie and Miss White had dinner at a steakhouse and headed to the bar, which was absolutely packed. It took forever to get a drink; the opening act was halfway through their set by the time Miss White emerged from the scrum with white wine for Jodie and a double rye for herself.


Miss White scrutinized the musicians onstage. It was an acoustic duo — two girls in their mid- to late twenties — who to Miss White’s eye had a bit of a deer-in-the-headlights look. They had completely failed to engage the attention of the crowd, who were pretty much drowning them out with conversation; it was impossible to tell if they were even any good or not. They looked relieved when they finally finished their last song and slinked offstage to a tepid smattering of applause.


Jodie had quickly finished her wine and wanted another, but Miss White despaired of ever making it back to the bar. Instead she decided that they would secure a spot close to the stage, just in case the headliner turned out to be any good.


Slowly an audience coalesced around them. By this point it was after 10, and the New Year’s Eve-inspired energy in the room was palpable. People were ready to have a good time, and as time passed and the band failed to appear, the energy turned to an edgy restlessness. Miss White glanced over at Jodie, who looked pouty and annoyed — the music playing on the sound system was good, and she would have liked to dance, but there was no room to move — then back at the stage, as if that would help somehow.


Finally the house music went down and a spotlight appeared on the stage. A smallish, dark-haired girl in a flower-print dress appeared, and from the first chord she strummed on her guitar, she had the crowd completely in the palm of her hand.


Through the course of the song the rest of the band appeared — a bassist, a drummer, and two backup singers — but Miss White’s eyes remained riveted on the singer, who had a luscious body in addition to a powerful voice and a charismatic stage presence. It wasn’t until the third song that she realized one of the backup singers looked just like Jenny Baker. And it wasn’t until the song after that she realized — when the girl waved at them excitedly — that it actually was Jenny Baker. How on Earth was that possible?


Miss White wouldn’t find out until after the show, by which time it was after midnight and the Champagne toasts had been flowing frequently and generously. Jenny found them and brought them backstage, where she excitedly introduced them to Hana, Haley, Donna, and Dahlia. The dressing room had a well-stocked bar, which the seven of them depleted a bit before flowing out into the Las Vegas night.


Everything after that was a joyous blur. 


* * *


By the time Miss White left the bathroom she was already feeling somewhat refreshed, though she fully intended to go back to bed for another hour or two.


As she crossed the room back toward the bed her eyes alit on a stack of papers sitting on the counter, and from the top page two words stood out: “Marriage License.” Suddenly a whole rush of images came flooding back: a wedding chapel; an officiant dressed like Elvis; Jenny and her bandmates acting as witnesses as Hana strummed “Here Comes the Bride” on her guitar.


Miss White looked over at Jodie, who was as always sweetly angelic in her sleep. After taking a minute to think about it, she decided that she regretted nothing. Except for the fact that she and Jodie hadn’t fucked Hana — at least she didn’t think they had. But they had the whole day ahead of them.


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Slave Girls of Alpha Beta Delta, Chapter 105

Jade found Jodie’s pussy amazingly, overwhelmingly succulent and delicious. It had been a long time — much too long — since she’d tasted such a sweet young thing. The more she got, the more she wanted. After a few minutes of tongue-stuffing she rolled Jodie over and practically jumped on top, sinking her crotch onto Jodie’s face as she hunkered down between Jodie’s legs for further feasting.


When she finally came up for air, Jade found Alexis White standing over her, strap-on dangling insouciantly. Miss White had not intended to get involved, but suddenly she saw so many holes that needing filling. What was a girl to do?


Jade shrugged and decided to go with it, running her tongue up the length of the formidable shaft. Before long she was being plowed from behind as she resumed devouring Jodie’s creamy little snatch.


* * *


Hana had never cared Phoenix, and she liked it even less now. The band had sounded fantastic, she thought — Dahlia blended right in — but the club was less than half full and the people who were there didn’t seem to appreciate what they were doing. As soon as the show was over she wanted to put Phoenix in her rear-view mirror; and since Las Vegas was less than five hours away, she managed to convince Jenny and Dahlia to make the drive that night. Donna and Haley would follow with the van in the morning.


They arrived in the wee hours and though Vegas was quieter than usual, it was still a pretty exciting place to be. They got a hotel room but were too wired to sleep, so they went downstairs to the casino, had a couple drinks, and played a few hands of blackjack at the cheapest table they could find. Then they went upstairs and fucked their brains out till dawn.


* * *


Late that morning Kristin finally got the opportunity she had been waiting for. Her father and Carl Santini had left early to drive to a football game, and her mother was in the kitchen baking. When Nicola texted to ask if she was going to yoga class, Kristin begged off, saying that she wanted to help her mom. But that was not what she had in mind.


Instead, she sat looking out the window until she saw Nicola leave her house and start walking toward the yoga studio. Then she tiptoed downstairs, pulled on an overcoat over her naked body, and slipped quietly out the front door.


At the Santinis’ Lina answered Kristin’s knock still in her bathrobe. “Morning,” she said. “What can I do for you?”


Kristin’s answer was to unbutton her coat and let it fall open to reveal her boobs and bush. “Oh good God,” said Lina, pulling Kristin inside.


Kristin immediately moved in for a kiss but Lina held her back. “We have to stop doing this,” she said.


“Why?” pouted Kristin.


“Your mother’s my best friend. It’s not right. My daughter is a more appropriate, um, playmate for you.”


Kristin frowned, looking for the moment like a spoiled, sullen teenager. “But I’m all wet for you.”


Lina sighed and took a moment to consider.


* * *


Yoga always made Nicola horny, and she’d gotten especially worked up this time. The class that day had been taught by her favorite teacher, a statuesque redhead, who was wearing yoga pants so sheer that Nicola swore she could see the copper pubes underneath. On her way home she decided to stop by the Thompsons’ and see if Kristin might be up for a little early afternoon romp.


Carol Thompson came to the door looking fetchingly domestic in an apron, hands covered with flour, hair charmingly disheveled. She was under the impression that Kristin was in her room, but when Nicola went upstairs no one was there. So Nicola went down to the kitchen, where she was invited her to sit and have a cup of tea as Carol worked.


Sipping her tea, Nicola found her eyes drawn to the way Carol’s ass wiggled in her jeans as she rolled a pie crust. They had been chatting for a few minutes when Carol felt arms wrapping around her from behind, and then Nicola’s breasts pressing against her back.


“What are you doing?” asked Carol.


“That was fun the other day,” Nicola purred into her ear.


“That was a mistake.”


“It was the good kind of mistake,” said Nicola as her hands slid upward to cup the older woman’s tits. “I’d like to make that mistake again.”


“Kristin could walk in at any moment.” Despite her protestations, Carol felt her nipples stiffening and her pussy slickening. Was this a case, she wondered, of it being better to regret something you have done than something you haven’t?


* * *


Miss White had woken up that morning feeling suddenly very homesick for Bowmore and Alpha Beta Delta. She’d decided that they would enjoy New Year’s Eve, take the next day to recuperate, then start heading back on the 2nd.


Jodie was still sleeping and Miss White elected to let her rest as long as she wanted. Between the tete-a-tete with Jade and servicing Miss White afterward, her tongue had gotten quite a workout the night before. And they had a long day ahead of them.


After having coffee Miss White decided to go downstairs and work out. She’d been neglecting her exercise during this trip, and eating extremely well, and so was feeling a little heavy and sluggish. 


The hotel’s gym was spacious and well-appointed, and almost immediately after stepping onto a treadmill Miss White started to feel better. There was only one other person there, a young African-American woman who was lifting weights at the other end of the gym. She was facing the other way so Miss White was able to study her at leisure. She had long, lean, strong legs and her bare midriff was taut and tapered, a gorgeous chocolate brown. Her shoulders and biceps were muscular but still enticingly female.


Miss White pictured herself chatting up this enchanting creature, then inviting her to their room. Jodie, still yawning, would find herself being lifted bodily and flipped upside down, her face hanging down between the black girl’s legs as a thick tongue forced its way inside her. And from there....


But when Miss White looked back again the woman was gone. She sighed and redoubled her workout.


Jodie was just stirring when Miss White returned to the room. They went downstairs for brunch, then got massages and spent the rest of the afternoon by the pool, Jodie swimming and Miss White reading. As the sun was going down, casting the indoor pool into reddish shadow, they went back to their room and showered and dressed for the evening.


* * *


As the clock ticked off the hours till midnight, Carol Thompson and Lina Santini were enjoying a bottle of Pinot Grigio together at the Thompson house. Their husbands wouldn’t be back from the football game for at least an hour yet and their daughters were off God knows where; it was the first chance they’d had in a while to spend time alone together.


Two glasses in, Lina decided it would be a good idea to clear her conscience before the beginning of the new year. “There’s something I have to tell you,” she said to her longtime friend and lover.


Hearing the serious note in Lina’s voice, Carol nodded and sat down her glass of wine. “Ok, shoot.”


“Well, Kristin and I, we might have, um... committed an indiscretion.” She dutifully explained what had happened and how.


Lina was surprised at Carol’s reaction, which was to giggle. “Actually,” she said, “I have something to tell you as well.”


After polishing off the bottle, they retired to the bedroom and by way of atonement engaged in a round of mutual spankings. Then they had the best sex they’d had in ages. Half a dozen orgasms later, it was all they could do to get out of bed before their husbands were due home.


At the same time Kristin and Nicola, having smoked a joint liberated from Kristin’s parents, were in Nicola’s bedroom 69ing furiously. They rolled over and over as if contesting for dominance, but finally Kristin ended up on top, sinking all her weight onto Nicola’s face as she sat up momentarily and took a deep breath. Kristin imagined Jenny suddenly appearing at the door, shedding clothes as she came to join them, and smiled. 


Well, they’d be together again soon enough. Right now Nicola’s glistening pink slit was begging for her attention, so she bent down to give it some.


Slave Girls of Alpha Beta Delta, Chapter 104

As they talked over morning coffee, Hana learned that Dahlia’s ex-girlfriend had also been her manager. The previous night’s show had been the last one she booked before they broke up, and Dahlia had no idea what she was going to do next. 


Impulsively Hana said that she should come with them to Phoenix and Vegas. After taking all of about five seconds to think it over, Dahlia grinned and said she’d love to. Before long the two of them and Jenny were in the increasingly crowded car heading west on I-40. Donna and Haley — who had stumbled in somewhere in the wee hours, long after Hana, Jenny, and Dahlia had gone to sleep — would follow later in the van.


A few minutes out of Albuquerque Hana was struck by a brainstorm. When she excitedly suggested that Dahlia join them onstage that night, Dahlia hesitated for only a moment before agreeing. They spent the next few hours working out vocal arrangements for half a dozen songs — Dahlia had a gift for harmony as well as melody — and practicing them. 


When they finished it was getting late in the afternoon and Hana fished a joint out of her bag, feeling like she’d earned a treat. Jenny didn’t want to smoke while she was driving, and Dahlia was sprawled out across the back seat with her eyes closed, so Hana cracked her window and puffed alone as she watched the desert landscape roll by.


Soon she was extremely high and commensurately horny. In her mind’s eye she saw herself climbing into the back seat and leaning down to nuzzle into Dahlia’s belly. She could feel the tiny hairs tickle her face, could smell that special scent as she unbuttoned Dahlia’s jeans and began to pull them down....


But she was too contented and lazy to actually do it. Instead she just stared out at the mesas and cacti as the first hints of sunset began to color the sky.


* * *


As evening settled over Las Vegas, Miss White found herself feeling restless. There was something she wanted, or needed, to do; she just didn’t know what it was yet. 


Preparing for whatever it was involved getting Jodie into the blue dress they’d bought their first day in town, then accessorizing it with her collar, heels, and the fur stole. She looked absolutely luscious and for a while Miss White was content to just stroll around with the younger woman on her arm, feeling immensely privileged and proprietary. 


But there weren’t many people around and eventually Miss White decided it was time to sit down and have a drink. She realized that they were not far from the bar where they’d met Cat, Charlotte, Lena, and Astrid. It seemed like years ago now, so much had happened, but in reality it was what... maybe a week? Miss White shook her head in disbelief.


In contrast to the previous time they’d been there, the bar was totally dead. There was one couple at a table in the far corner and one customer at the bar; the bartender was all the way at the other end, staring into her phone. The lighting was dim and some quiet jazz was playing. It felt like 3 A.M. instead of mid-evening.


When Miss White looked over at the single patron at the bar, an older woman with long blond hair, suddenly a full-blown scenario popped into her head. She pulled Jodie aside for a minute and whispered instructions, whereupon Jodie walked away down the hall. Only then did Miss White go inside.


The bartender looked up from her phone, sat it down, and stood up to serve Miss White, who took a seat a few stools down from the blonde. Though she was butch, stern-looking, and heavily tattooed, the bartender flashed a warm and lovely smile as she took Miss White’s order. After setting the whiskey down, she returned to her spot at the other end of the bar and was immediately absorbed in her phone again.


Miss White studied the woman sitting nearby, who was looking at a TV playing an old movie but didn’t seem to be paying much attention. She was clearly not a natural blonde; her features had an Asian cast to them, but her coloring was Mediterranean. Though she was indeed on the older side — Miss White guessed mid-50s — she was still quite beautiful, and was wearing a top with a plunging neckline that displayed substantial cleavage.


After a minute Miss White struck up a conversation with the woman, who introduced herself as Jade. She seemed a little reticent at first, as if she preferred to sit quietly by herself, but after a few minutes she began to warm up. When Miss White finished her drink she ordered another round for both of them, and moved over to sit next to Jade.


“Do you mind?”


Jade shook her head. Up close she was possibly even older than Miss White had thought. She was aging wonderfully but did look a little worn around the edges. In her day, Miss White thought, she must have been a world-class beauty.


In their conversation Miss White learned that Jade was a cocktail waitress there in Vegas. She was friendly enough but had a certain world-weariness about her, though she began to liven up as she sipped her whiskey. Soon Miss White was calling for another round, and the bartender had just topped them off and returned to her perch when Jodie walked in.


As Jodie ordered a glass of wine and sat down at a table directly in Miss White and Jade’s line of sight, Miss White watched Jade watch her. Jodie really did look stunning tonight, and the look in Jade’s eyes said that she appreciated this fact. It appeared to take an act of will for Jade to turn her attention away from the lovely young woman and back to Miss White.


Miss White intentionally let the conversation dawdle for a minute, looking up the TV, then over at a poster advertising a concert that would be happening at the bar the next night. She made a mental note that that might be worth checking out. When she looked back at Jade, she could see that Jade was surreptitiously staring at Jodie, checking her out but trying to be subtle about it.


After another minute of idle chitchat Miss White sipped her drink, leaned in closer to Jade, and whispered, “She’s really something, isn’t she?”


A sly smile curled one corner of Jade’s mouth as she answered, “It would be fair to say that, yes.”


Grinning knowingly, Miss White said, “You could have her, you know.”


At this Jade turned her full attention back to Miss White for the first time since Jodie had come in. Raising one eyebrow, she asked, “Is that so?” She looked over at Jodie and then back at Miss White, calculating in her head, grasping now the outlines of the situation. “And how much would that set me back?”


Picking up a cocktail napkin and a pen sitting nearby, Miss White wrote a figure close to what she had paid Crystal. Jade shook her head. “A little rich for my blood.”


“Well....” said Miss White, and hesitated, taking another sip. Bold as she was, she felt a little awkward about what she was doing. But it would be silly to stop now. “Or... it would be my treat. If I could watch.”


For a long moment Jade looked into Miss White’s eyes, but neither of them spoke. Finally Miss White stood up. She laid some cash on the bar for the drinks, wrote their room number on the napkin, and turned to go. Jodie got up and followed her out, pausing only momentarily to glance back coquettishly at Jade, who gazed back wide-eyed and open-mouthed.


* * *


For a minute Jade stood hesitantly at the door. Something about this deal seemed off; it was too good to be true. She had a strong sense of self-preservation honed by many years of dealing with shady people. But the throbbing between her legs was insistent. Her pussy would never forgive her if she chickened out now.


Finally, stuffing the cocktail napkin into the pocket of her jeans, she knocked quietly on the door. After a few seconds it popped open and she let herself in.


The light was faint and it took her a few seconds to orient herself. When she finally made her way to the living room of the suite, she was greeted by a sight that took her breath away. Jodie was kneeling in the middle of the room, stark naked except for her collar and stole. Her hands were tied behind her back and she was gazing up with a look of perfectly composed submission.


Jade felt her heart pound and her pussy gush. She was aware of Miss White sitting in a darkened corner of the room, but she couldn’t take her eyes off the exquisite young woman who was now, it would appear, at her disposal. At that moment she decided that she was going to enjoy this, whatever it was, to its fullest. Didn’t she deserve it?


Crossing the room to the chair that sat opposite where Jodie was kneeling, she gestured for Jodie to approach. Jodie obediently knee-walked over and Jade leaned down to kiss her, softly and lingeringly, savoring the pillowy softness of her lips. 


Now Jade pulled off her top, revealing a black bra that had it hands full trying to contain her double Ds. When the bra came off Miss White and Jodie both sighed appreciatively — Jade’s enormous, and apparently quite natural, boobs were maybe not as firm as they would have been 20 years before, but still wonderful to behold.


Jade gently guided Jodie’s head to her chest, not that she needed any encouragement. Jodie sucked one rock-hard, dark brown nipple, then stretched her mouth to engulf as much tit-flesh as she could. Sitting quietly in the shadows, Miss White now opened her pants and began to touch herself as her young lover lavished attention on the older woman’s magnificent orbs.


And Jade enjoyed every second of it, reaching down to caress and squeeze Jodie’s relatively tiny breasts. But soon she could take it no longer; she was burning up between the legs. She unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them off, then slid her black panties down around her knees; Jodie obediently took them in her teeth and tugged them the rest of the way off.


Jade’s pubes were dark and thick, framing glistening, puckered, pale pink labia. Jodie kissed Jade’s inner thighs, taking it slow as she had been trained to, but Jade was in no mood to be patient; she quickly pulled Jodie’s head into her musky, sopping wet crotch. She moaned as Jodie’s tongue slid into her, and keeping a firm grip on Jodie’s shoulders, began to grind herself on the younger woman’s face.


Miss White had surprised herself by coming very quickly; this scene was really doing it for her. Now she went ahead and took her pants all the way off and spread her legs, rubbing herself gently as Jade’s moans grew louder and more insistent.


When Jade climaxed she released her grip on Jodie, who came up looking breathless and disheveled, her face coated with juices and sporting a few curly little hairs. But she didn’t get to relax for very long; soon Jade was pulling her back in, and she was down for much longer this time, licking for all she was worth until she was finally able to coax Jade to a second trembling orgasm. 


Afterward it took Jade a minute to pull herself together. “That’s a talented tongue you’ve got there, girlie,” she said. “You’ll go far in this business.”


Jodie smiled shyly. She wondered what Jade would have thought if she knew that Jodie was not a prostitute, but a college student. Would she have liked it more, or less?


Then, as she looked down at Jodie’s shapely, lissome form, the hunger for pussy suddenly struck Jade with incredible force. In the blink of an eye she had bent Jodie over the sofa and was tongue-fucking her from behind.




Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Slave Girls of Alpha Beta Delta, Chapter 103

As they were driving to Albuquerque, Hana heard Jenny singing along with the radio and an idea struck her. They had a couple of songs that could use additional backing vocals — Donna’s voice was a little thin, and Haley didn’t sing. Jenny resisted the suggestion at first, but being on stage the night before had been such a thrill that Hana was able to convince her pretty easily.


Hana spent the rest of the drive teaching Jenny the words and melodies, and by the time they arrived in Albuquerque Jenny felt pretty comfortable with the songs. They wouldn’t have a chance to practice with the band but Hana felt confident it would work out fine.


The opening act that night was a singer-songwriter who went by the single name Dalhia. Hana and the girls had run into her on the circuit several times, and Hana had always found her intriguing. Her music was not really to Hana’s tastes — though she had a great voice and a talent for melody, her songs ran toward the monotonously melancholic. But Dahlia herself had an aura about her. She was tall and willowy with cinnamon skin and golden-brown eyes. Her long, straight hair was a different color every time Hana saw her — there was no way of knowing what its natural color was, but at the moment it was platinum blond.


Dahlia favored cropped tops that showed off her taut, toned, bejeweled midriff. More than once Hana had fantasized about burying her face in that tantalizing belly — for starters, anyway — but Dahlia had a serious girlfriend who was very possessive and seemed to always be around. They had never exchanged more than a few sentences and as a result Hana had built up a powerful curiosity about Dahlia, in addition to a hankering to get in her panties.


Tonight the girlfriend was not in evidence, and when Hana talked to Dahlia backstage and introduced Jenny, she seemed to act a little flirty. But they had arrived late and had only a few minutes before going onstage. And by the time the show was over, Hana had completely forgotten about Dahlia, so elated was she by the performance. It had gone incredibly well, one of the best gigs they had ever done, Hana thought. The band was in top form, the audience was incredibly responsive, and the addition of Jenny’s voice and physical presence onstage really added something special. 


As they did their post-show round of shots — which stretched to two, then three — Hana felt buoyant, adrenalized, and incredibly horny. Over and over as they played she’d found her eyes drawn to Jenny’s ass shaking in that little skirt, Jenny’s boobs bouncing in the super-tight T-shirt. Now that the show was over, Hana had only one thing on her mind.


Donna and Haley headed out front to the merch table, and the moment they were gone, Hana had Jenny up against the wall. Dropping to her knees, Hana hiked Jenny’s skirt up and dove in with complete abandon. Not only was Jenny’s pussy dripping wet and utterly delicious, Hana enjoyed knowing that pretty much every person who had been in that audience would have killed to trade places with her right then.


Suddenly they were interrupted by the sound of the dressing room door opening. Lifting her head from between Jenny’s legs, Hana saw Dahlia standing there in the doorway, frozen. Her expression said that she was stuck between embarrassment and excitement. Something had to be done to snap her out of it, and Hana did not hesitate. Grinning devilishly, she said, “Would you like a taste?”


Now Dahlia had a decision to make and after a long, silent second she made it. She stepped all the way in and closed the door behind her. Next thing she knew she was on her knees next to Hana. They shared a soft, exploratory kiss, then Hana gently guided Dahlia’s head into Jenny’s crotch.


Dahlia couldn’t believe what she was doing. She was a relationship person, not a spontaneous-threesome-in-the-dressing-room person. But in this moment it felt amazing. She’d been celibate since breaking up with her girlfriend, and from her first taste of Jenny’s delectable pussy she was completely lost, forgetting everything else in the world.


Hana moved behind Dahlia and reached around to squeeze her tits, which were nice little handfuls, high and tight and supple. Dahlia moaned and arched her back, leaning back for another kiss, this time with a mouth dripping girl juice. Hana indulged her for a moment, then pushed her face back into Jenny’s cunt.


Leaning down now to kiss Dahlia’s neck, Hana smelled a heady combination of sandalwood, smoke, and sweat. She took a deep breath and exhaled, and as she did she realized that this was all happening too fast. This dingy dressing room was not the right setting for what she had in mind. She stood up and, after gently separating Dahlia and Jenny, helped Dahlia to her feet. Jenny, following Hana’s train of thought, straightened her skirt and went to find her coat.


Hana knew that the apartment where they were staying was just down the street, and taking Jenny and Dahlia by the hand, she led them outside. Donna and Haley might be annoyed when Hana wasn’t there to help with the gear, but it wouldn’t be the first time, and they’d get over it.


* * *


Miss White and Jodie had felt no particular inclination to do much of anything that day. They slept late and ordered breakfast in; then, after catching up on some email, Miss White decided to tie Jodie to the bed and enjoy her at leisure.


Jodie had never felt so content as she did laying there, bound hand and foot as Miss White licked her pussy for a long time, strap-on fucked her for even longer, then sat on her face for the rest of the afternoon. There were no problems to be solved, no decisions to be made; all Jodie had to do was whatever Miss White wanted her to do, and that was exactly what she wanted to do anyway.


As the long, languid minutes stretched into hours, Jodie thought vaguely of all the things that, until so recently, had made her life so difficult — the loneliness, the frustration, hiding who she was, yearning for something that she could never even define for herself. All that seemed like a long time ago, like another life, like things that had happened to someone else.


Later, as the evening wore on, they finally got dressed — though not dressed up — and went to find a quiet place to have dinner. In truth it seemed to be pretty quiet everywhere; Vegas was in the lull before the buildup to New Year’s, and very little appeared to be happening. 


As they ate Miss White kept an eye out, as she habitually did, for attractive women passing by. There were quite a few, and Miss White even caught the eye of a couple of them, but she felt no need at the moment to do anything about it. After dinner she and Jodie went back to their room and curled up in bed to watch TV and fall slowly asleep.


* * *


Hana’s young life had not been lacking in good sex. Ever since she’d come out to her parents at 17 — and gotten kicked out of the house for her trouble — she had pursued lesbian pleasure with complete hedonism, no shame, and a fair amount of success. But that night with Jenny and Dahlia would forever remain special in her mind. 


As soon as the door of the apartment closed behind them, Hana pulled Dahlia in for kiss so powerful that she swooned a little. When Hana released her she might have fallen over backwards if Jenny hadn’t come up behind her, slipping one arm around her and nuzzling into her neck. Dahlia let her weight rest on Jenny, who gently eased her down onto the bed in the corner of the room.


Dahlia stretched out onto the bed and Hana finally got to rub her face into that delicious belly, so soft and smooth on the surface and firm and muscular underneath. Dahlia began to quiver and moan softly — it had been much, much too long since she’d been touched this way.


Jenny gave Dahlia a quick getting-to-know-you kiss while pulling off her top, then eagerly moved down to suck on her thick, pink, rock-hard nipples. Hana, meanwhile, was removing Dahlia’s peasant skirt, then her skimpy white-lace panties. Dahlia’s bush was sparse and dark brown, and super-soft when Hana kissed it.


Hana ran her lips and nose through the wispy hairs, savoring the feel and scent. Dahlia’s legs parted of their own accord, revealing glistening-wet petals so gorgeous that they took Hana’s breath away. Just for a moment she thought, I am not worthy; but she quickly got over it, stuck her tongue out, and took a big, yummy slurp of pussy.


Dahlia groaned and clamped Hana’s head between her legs. For a moment Jenny just watched, but her own nether regions were throbbing — the attention that Hana and Dahlia had paid them earlier had been all too brief. Before long Jenny was naked and climbing up onto the bed to cover Dahlia’s pretty face with her crotch. She held onto Dahlia’s breasts for support as she settled her hungry cunt down onto Dahlia’s waiting mouth.


When Hana finally came up for air she smiled up at Jenny with a mouth smeared in Dahlia’s juices. They exchanged a wet kiss after which Jenny, licking nectar from her lips, dove between Dahlia’s legs and picked up where Hana had left off.


Hana got up and walked over to the little kitchen in the opposite corner of the room, where she poured herself a glass of water and stood watching Jenny and Dahlia 69. Soon her found made its way down between her legs; her pussy was begging for attention, and before long she had a shuddering orgasm, bracing herself against the counter with her other hand. She sighed and exhaled. She had really needed that, and now she’d be able to enjoy the rest of the evening in a leisurely frame of mind.


After taking a few minutes to rehydrate and relax, she opened her duffel bag and took out her strap-on. Expert that she was, she was able to harness up without ever taking her eyes off the delightful spectacle transpiring on the bed.


Dahlia, with her head nestled happily in Jenny’s crotch, was taken by surprise when she felt Hana’s fingers pry her labia apart and the thick head of the dildo start to slide into her. But she was hardly going to complain; she’d been in need of a good, sound fucking for much too long now. Lifting her hips as best she could with Jenny’s weight on top of her, she angled herself to take the shaft in deeper as Jenny began to helpfully lap at her clit.


Thanks to their combined efforts, Dahlia came half a dozen times before Hana pulled the sturdy phallus out of her and plunged it into Jenny’s mouth. Dahlia wriggled out from underneath Jenny — she needed desperately to pee. On the way back from the bathroom she picked up Hana’s glass and filled it for herself. Hana had flipped Jenny over onto her back and was giving her the business; Jenny’s hands gripped Hana’s butt cheeks as Hana’s ass moved up and down between her legs.


After a minute Dahlia walked over for a better look, intending for the moment just to observe. But then Jenny looked her square in the eye and said, matter-of-factly, “Let me taste you now.” Dahlia smirked and set her glass down — truly, a woman’s work is never done.

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