Sunday, June 27, 2010

Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 11

A few minutes later, Olivia was on her back on a pile of mats in the corner, with Kat on top of her in 69 position. They were eating each other so furiously, intoxicated by young lust and the scents of fresh sweat and pussy, that neither noticed when the door opened.

A few seconds later Olivia, whose head was toward the door, caught something moving out of the corner of her eye. Craning her head, she saw that a janitor had come into the room — an older African-American lady that Olivia had exchanged friendly banter with a few times. Olivia froze, mortified, as the janitor stooped to pick up a bucket and mop, then turned back toward the door, apparently not noticing the pile of naked cheerleader in the corner.

But just then the janitor’s eyes met Olivia’s and she smiled, then winked, before quietly closing the door behind her. Olivia breathed a sigh of relief and went back to licking Kat’s pussy — what else could she do?

* * *

By the time Janice and Jessica were finished with Kelly, dinner was ready, and Jessica invited Kelly to stay and eat with them. Kelly accepted and was eternally happy that she did — Marie had made authentic French food, which Kelly had never had before, and the meal blew her mind. She stuffed herself with coq au vin, potatoes gratin, and ratatouille.

She also drank quite a bit of wine with dinner, which she was not accustomed to, and by dessert she was feeling a little tipsy and very uninhibited. Throughout dinner she had found herself staring at Marie, admiring the French girl’s cooking skills, sexy accent, and sense of style. Though she was wearing a simple blouse and skirt, Marie looked effortlessly glamorous, like some model from the Sixties.

Dessert was chocolate mousse and, delicious as it was, Kelly was so full that she could only finish half of hers. There was also brandy but Kelly took one sip, made a face, and didn’t touch the snifter again; the taste was simply too harsh for her young taste buds.

Afterwards Kelly offered to stay and help Marie clean up. Mostly she was just trying to be polite, though she may perhaps have had an ulterior motive. As they cleared the table they kept brushing up against one another, and finally ended up standing facing each other next to the kitchen sink. For a long moment they gazed into each other’s eyes. Then Kelly boldly reached out to pull down the straps of Marie’s blouse, which slipped off to reveal her milky-white bosom and hard pink nipples.

Dipping her fingers into the bowl of leftover mousse, Kelly dabbed a little onto each of Marie’s breasts, then leaned down to lick it off. Marie closed her eyes and leaned back against the sink.

Neither of them noticed when the door opened slightly and Jessica peeked in. She’d had a feeling that something might be afoot in the kitchen and, after seeing Janice to the door, she’d snuck back to have a look. She looked on as the cheerleader’s red head traversed Marie’s chest, then moved down her belly, then disappeared under her skirt.

Just then Marie opened her eyes and looked straight into Jessica’s. For a moment she felt panicky; she hadn’t exactly asked permission for this little indulgence. But Jessica smiled reassuringly and brought a finger to her lips, indicating that she wanted to just watch for now.

For a few minutes Kelly’s head moved around under Marie’s skirt. She was still not an experienced enough lesbian to easily find her way around in the dark, and eventually Marie grew impatient with her fumbling and gently pushed her away. After standing Kelly up, Marie stripped her clothes off and laid her down on the kitchen table.

Marie licked her lips as she gazed down at Kelly Ann’s naked form. She rarely got to frolic with girls her own age, much less younger ones like these cheerleaders. She felt empowered around them, mature and confident. And Jessica enjoyed watching Marie express her assertive side — within limits, of course.

After divesting herself of her clothes Marie climbed on top of Kelly, lowering her crotch onto Kelly’s face as she leaned down to taste the cheerleader’s delectable red-haired pussy. After observing for a few minutes Jessica couldn’t resist joining in. Dropping to her knees, she joined Marie between Kelly’s legs, and the two of them happily shared the teenager’s yummy little cunt.

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When Kat got home that night, her mother greeted her with a look of concern. “You’re home late, honey,” said Samantha Bowman.

Kat sighed. “Yeah,” she said, “I, um, had some stuff to take care of.” She didn’t like hiding things from her mother; they had always been close. But she wasn’t sure that Samantha would understand her recent lifestyle change.

Samantha narrowed her eyes at her daughter. “Are you OK, sweetheart? I feel like I haven’t seen much of you lately.”

Momentarily annoyed at her mother’s prying, Kat sighed and said sullenly, “I’m fine, mom, really.” But seeing her mother’s guileless, well-intentioned face, Kat relented. Smiling, she reached out for a hug. “Thanks for caring.”

For the rest of that evening Kat played the dutiful daughter, helping make dinner and volunteering to clean up afterwards. Then she sat in the living room with her parents, all three of them reading silently and contentedly.

But by bedtime the now-familiar itch had returned. Locking her bedroom door, Kat turned off the light and opened her laptop. Huddling under the covers with earbuds in, she began to search for lesbian porn.

She was amazed at what she found — everything from sweet, playful sex to hardcore bondage, from crisp HD video to hazy vintage black-and-white. Prison scenarios, orgies, nuns, spankings... sci-fi, horror, and historical scenes... schoolgirls, strap-ons, stepmothers, stepsisters, on and on and on.... She masturbated over and over, and might have kept on going till dawn if her battery hadn’t finally died.

When it did she set the laptop aside, pulled the blanket up over her, and curled up with her hands clasped between her thighs. She felt a cozy inner warmth that seemed to be emanating from her nether regions. Within minutes she was fast asleep, her unconscious mind already beginning to formulate plans for the future.

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Friday, June 25, 2010

Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 10

A while later the doorbell rang and Jessica, who knew that Marie was working in the kitchen with music playing, went to answer it. At the door was Janice, who had been feeling bored and horny and decided to come by and see what was up.

As they passed the kitchen Jessica got pulled in to consult on the dish Marie was working on, and Janice — who had spotted Kelly out of the corner of her eye — helped herself to a face dildo that was drying next to the sink. Not only was she feeling the itch, she saw an opportunity to establish herself as an authority figure in the cheerleader’s eyes. She knew that Jessica’s powerful personality made Kelly and her friends surrender willingly, and wanted them to feel the same way about her.

Striding out purposefully onto the back patio, Janice didn’t even give Kelly Ann the chance to say a word before fitting the apparatus onto the younger woman’s face and fastening the harness behind her head. Kelly went along meekly, feeling that Janice’s will was an extension of Jessica’s, and horny as hell after having been on her best behavior all day.

Taking hold of the shaft of the dildo, Janice used it as a handle to move Kelly around, first standing her up and then getting her down onto her knees. Quickly shucking off her jeans, Janice sat down in the chair Kelly had just vacated, then slid her panties down and off.

Spreading her legs wide, Janice guided Kelly’s head between her legs until the head of the dildo was poised against her pussy lips. She smiled down at the cheerleader triumphantly, delighting in the look of wide-eyed, submissive confusion on Kelly’s face. Then she gently applied pressure to the back of Kelly’s head, and the thick black phallus began to slide into her.

Finally Janice’s pubic hair was tickling the tip of Kelly’s nose, and with every breath Kelly got a big lungful of Janice’s pussy smell — which was not unpleasant, but a little overwhelming. Kelly felt a bit lightheaded but did her best to please Janice, who guided her movement in and out until finally Kelly took up the rhythm herself. At that point Janice leaned back in the chair and closed her eyes, draping her legs over Kelly’s shoulders.

It was then that Jessica returned, and stood for a moment watching. She was a little annoyed at Janice for starting without her, but she appreciated Janice’s willingness to indulge every whim — a trait that they shared. And it did make for a very sexy scene — the redheaded cheerleader on all fours, still in uniform, moving the thick shaft in and out of Janice’s gaping pussy.

Jessica went back inside briefly and when she returned, a formidable purple strap-on was dangling from her pelvis. Going down on one knee behind Kelly, she lifted the cheerleader’s skirt and pulled the crotch of her panties aside.

Kelly was only vaguely aware that something was happening back there when she felt the bulbous head of Jessica’s dildo push up inside her. She tried to look back there, but the harness of the face dildo gave her no latitude to turn her head. So she simply braced herself, lifting her hips to allow Jessica to fuck her as she continued servicing Janice.

Hearing Kelly’s moans, Janice opened her eyes. “Hi Jess,” she said politely.

“Hey,” answered Jessica.

Janice was ready for a change of pace. Popping the face dildo out of herself, she untied the harness and removed it from Kelly’s head. “You can lick my pussy now, girlie,” she said. “Do a good job and you can have a lollipop after.”

* * *

Earlier that day, Kelly had been standing in a quiet corner of the library, looking for a book she needed, when she felt hands slide up under her skirt and grip her ass. Looking behind her, she saw Kat grinning devilishly.

Kelly slapped the hands away and hissed, “Quit it!”

Kat frowned and growled, “What’s the matter with you?”, but did take her hands away.

Kelly gestured to indicate where they were and whispered, “Not in public, please?”

Kat shrugged and walked away. They avoided each other’s eyes during cheerleading practice, and Kat was not surprised when Kelly slipped away immediately afterward. She also noticed that Jackie London made a quick escape.

Even more than the day before, Kat had found herself growing incredibly horny during practice. Olivia especially looked very sexy that day, and Kat found her eyes repeatedly drawn to the Asian girl’s strong thighs and firm butt. A few times their eyes met, and Kat got the sense that maybe Olivia was feeling the same way.

And while Olivia hadn’t quite been completely transformed by recent events the way Kat had, she had certainly had her eyes opened to a new and exciting avenue of pleasure. Unlike Kat and Kelly, she had previous experience with other girls, but she’d never felt anything like the illicit thrill she got from fucking her fellow cheerleaders, and from glimpsing the decadent lesbian underbelly of the town centered on Jessica’s house.

As if by prearrangement, Kat and Olivia both hung around the locker room until everyone else was gone, wrapped in towels and idly playing on their phones. As soon as they were alone, they both stood up and dropped their towels. Kat took Olivia’s hand and led her down the hallway; Olivia assumed they were headed for the showers, but Kat had other ideas. She wanted Olivia dirty, not clean.

Kat took Olivia to a storage closet full of unused athletic equipment and janitorial supplies, and for a moment Olivia was taken aback, as the place was not terribly clean and didn’t smell too good either. But then Kat was on her, sucking her tits and squeezing her ass, and everything else was forgotten in the heat of the moment.

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Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 9

Thursday after cheerleading practice Kelly Ann wandered over to Jessica’s house. Marie let her in and led her to the kitchen, where Jessica sat at the table behind a pile of financial papers. She glanced up at Kelly, who immediately apologized. “If this is a bad time....”

“Not at all,” answered Jessica, “I was ready to knock off anyway. Let’s go out on the patio. You want something to drink?” As they left the kitchen, Kelly noticed that Marie was hard at work at the sink, washing a variety of dildos, vibrators, and other toys that she didn’t recognize.

Kelly had an iced tea and Jessica a martini as they sat enjoying the cool evening air. Kelly had something on her mind, though. “I think you’ve created a monster,” she told Jessica.

“What do you mean?”

“Katrina! She won’t keep her hands off me. Every time nobody’s around she starts fondling me. Yesterday we were the only ones in the girls’ room, and she asked if she could go down on me in one of the stalls. She’s out of control.”

“So ask her to stop,” said Jessica.

“When I ask her to stop, she does, but I’m afraid she’s going to do something stupid and get us all in trouble. Listen to this — yesterday, after practice, I went to Ms. London’s office to invite her to the party this weekend like you asked me to. The door was closed so I knocked, and a voice told me to come in — but it wasn’t Ms. L, it was Katrina, I mean Kat... that’s the other thing, she’s been telling everybody to call her Kat now, says it suits her new personality better.”

“Hmmm, interesting,” Jessica responded thoughtfully. “And then what happened?”

“I go in and Kat’s sitting behind the desk with a funny look on her face. I ask where Ms. L is and she points under the desk. So I walk around and Ms. L is on her knees down there eating Kat out.”

“You were scandalized?”

“Well, it got me really hot, actually, and I ended up joining in. But she started it.”

“So you’re worried and you want me to talk with her?”

“Would you mind?”

“Not at all. Why don’t you two come over a little early tomorrow and I’ll have a word.”

* * *

As it happened, Jackie London was also thinking about what had transpired the previous day. After cheerleading practice she’d gone back to her classroom to get her stuff together to go home. It had been a long week already — an exciting one, to be sure, but she had a lot to think about. She intended to open a bottle of white wine, sit out on her porch, and watch the sun slowly sink below the horizon.

But then Katrina — or Kat, as Jackie was trying to get used to calling her — came into the room and shut the door behind her. Jackie immediately felt a knot in her stomach and a flutter between her legs; Kat looked stunningly sexy, glowing with post-practice sweat and endorphins.

She had been evolving rapidly in recent days. After the powerful experience with Jackie and the other cheerleaders at Jessica’s, she had returned home late in a state of feverish excitement. Nothing else in her young life had ever suggested to her that such ecstasy existed in the world. Her attempts to sleep proved fruitless, tormented as she was by visions of beautiful women in every permutation of sexual congress. An infinite number of possibilities had opened up before her, and she was impatient to explore them.

Gripped by restlessness, she snuck quietly out of the house in the wee hours and wandered through the deserted streets. The air was cool but friendly and the moon was almost full overhead, bathing everything in a calm gray light. Katrina walked and walked without ever feeling tired or worried. By the time hints of sunrise began to show in the sky, she had decided a few things.

She had never really liked her name; it didn’t seem to fit her somehow, in a way that she couldn’t quite articulate. And then that stupid hurricane had come along and ruined it once and for all. It occurred to her that shortening it to Kat made a huge difference. Kat was short, sharp, decisive; that was what she wanted to be called from now on.

Second, she decided that the guilty feelings she had been having over her recent sexual adventures were stupid. She had long realized the hypocrisy of the town’s value system, which talked a good game about abstinence and saving yourself for marriage, but in practice turned a blind eye to certain kinds of premarital sex — like that between cheerleaders and their football player or other high-status boyfriends. It was tacitly recognized, though never of course spoken, that no teenage girl could hold on to a guy like that without giving it up to him.

It all seemed like a big lie to her now, and she felt with the clear certainty of the young that her ongoing lesbian explorations were nobody’s business; nothing that felt so incredibly good could be wrong. From now on, she decided, she was going to exactly what she wanted to do, and anyone who had a problem with that could kiss her ass.

Throughout the day she’d shamelessly checked out every pretty girl in school, wondering which ones’ panties she might be able to get into. By midday she’d been so horny she’d propositioned Kelly Ann in the girls’ room, and when she was rebuffed, she just sat down in a stall and rubbed one out.

Cheerleading practice was now a delicious torture for her — all those gorgeous, scantily clad young bodies jumping and bouncing and doing the splits. By the time practice was over she was beside herself, and given half a chance she would have seduced Kelly or Olivia in the locker room. But it was crowded in there, so she’d made a beeline for Jackie’s office, which afforded some privacy at least.

After closing the door behind her, Kat quickly unbuttoned her skirt and let it drop to the floor. Sitting down in Jackie’s desk chair, she wriggled out of her panties and spread her legs, lewdly displaying her glistening pink pussy capped with a nest of golden-blond curls.

Jackie was only human. Heedless of the risk, possessed by desire, she sank to her knees and began to feast on Kat’s sweet young cunt. Only later, when Kelly came into the room, did Jackie realize that the door hadn’t even been locked.

When Kelly peeked her head in, Kat had grinned wickedly and beckoned her to come closer. Seeing the teacher there on her knees with her head buried in Kat’s crotch, Kelly was first shocked, then excited. But she at least was prudent enough to go lock the door behind her before joining in.

That had been Wednesday. Today, Thursday, Jackie had made a hasty exit as soon as practice was over, determined to keep herself out of temptation’s path. Now, as she sat nursing a large glass of Pinot Grigio, Jackie could hardly believe it was all real. She shook her head. Engaging in sexual activities with students in the relatively safe setting of Jessica’s secluded home had been one thing; doing it right there in the classroom was another. Had she lost her mind?

Then again, who could really blame her if she had? She felt like she could still taste Kat’s pussy in her mouth. Jackie had been without a partner for some time, and all of a sudden these young girls were just throwing themselves at her. It was hard for her to say, honestly, that it wasn’t worth the risk.

It was a relief to know, at least, that all the senior cheerleaders had turned 18 by now. They were adults and could make their own decisions. Right?

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Saturday, June 19, 2010

Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 8

Jessica knew that the moment of truth had arrived. Glancing back over her shoulder at the pool, she saw that Marie had crawled up onto the side of the pool and was laying back with her legs spread as Kelly Ann licked her pussy. Olivia was floating on an inflatable raft as Katrina stood beside her, sucking her tits and fingering her.

Jessica downed the dregs of her martini, put her glass down, and stood up. “Well, Jackie, it’s been great to meet you. I’m going to go out there and have sex with those girls now, because I can. They’re all over 18 and it’s a free country. You probably shouldn’t, though, because of your ethics, which I really admire. It’s too bad, because we could all have a really great time together. I understand, though, I really do. You can go ahead and let yourself out when you’re ready.”

With that, Jessica turned and strode toward the pool, shedding her clothes as she went. By the time she reached Marie and Kelly Ann she was naked, and without hesitation she knelt and sat her pussy down forcefully on Marie’s face.

Jackie remained frozen in her chair, paralyzed, not quite believing what was transpiring here. Her brain had shut down, stuck in an unresolvable paradox between her duty to do something about this inappropriate activity — or at least get the hell out of there — and her sex drive, which was revving higher than it ever had before. Nothing she saw in the next hour moved her from that spot...

...not Katrina on her knees between Kelly and Marie, moving eagerly back and forth between one pussy and the other...

...not Jessica stretched out on a lounge chair with Olivia riding her strap-on and Kelly sitting on her face...

...not Marie and Olivia 69ing, slurping at each other so loudly it sounded like waves lapping on the shore...

...not even the sight of Katrina face down and ass up, wailing like a banshee as Jessica held her arms behind her and pounded the strap-on into her.

Finally, Jessica gathered the four younger women around her and they conferred in quiet tones, occasionally glancing over at Jackie London, who still sat gripping the sides of her chair as if a gale-force wind was trying to blow her away. Then Katrina broke from the pack and walked toward the house. From Jackie’s point of view, it was almost a cliché image from a movie: the beautiful naked girl walking toward her with the pool in the background, pulling her wet blond hair behind her, her firm young breasts jutting proudly forward.

Approaching the paralyzed teacher, Katrina leaned down and kissed her forcefully with a mouth covered in girl juice. Jackie stiffened momentarily, then relaxed a little and returned the kiss. All of this seemed beyond her control now. Given all that had happened, could anyone blame her for surrendering to the moment?

Katrina began to move down Jackie’s body, unbuttoning her blouse and pulling her bra aside to suck on her tits. By the pool Jessica, Kelly, Olivia, and Marie watched with quiet focus.

Soon Katrina was pulling Jackie’s pants off, then spreading her legs. Katrina looked up brazenly at her coach before leaning forward to kiss, lick, and bite her way up Jackie’s inner thighs. She stuck her tongue into Jackie’s pussy through her panties, and the teacher gasped and let her head fall back on the edge of the chair, closing her eyes as the pleasure washed over her. When she opened them again she was staring straight into Kelly Ann’s auburn-red bush, whereupon Kelly shifted forward a little and gripped the teacher’s head between her legs.

It had been a while for Jackie, and the delicious smell and taste of Kelly’s cunt was almost too much for her to take. She reached up with one hand to spread the girl’s lips and rubbed her face all around in Kelly’s wetness. Meanwhile Olivia had joined Katrina between Jackie’s legs, and together they removed the teacher’s panties and set about pleasuring her in earnest.

Jackie found and sucked Kelly’s clit and felt the cheerleader’s knees buckle as an orgasm ripped through her. Then Kelly started to pull away; Jackie tried to grab onto her, but she was gone, replaced by Jessica’s strap-on, which had so recently been inside Olivia and Katrina. Fully into the spirit of things now, Jackie immediately wrapped her lips around it and sucked it down as deep as she could.

Jackie experienced a lot that night, so much so that in the morning she’d have a hard time remembering the details. But one moment would forever stick in her head: being fucked vigorously from behind by Jessica and feeling her head pulled down into Marie’s pussy as the three cheerleaders performed one of the cheers she had taught them.

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Monday, June 14, 2010

Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 7

As Kelly Ann walked down Katrina’s driveway, she took out her phone, took a deep breath to steel her nerves, and called Jessica.

“Hello, sweetheart,” purred Jessica’s husky voice. “How are you today?” Coming out of Jessica’s mouth, even that innocent question sounded dirty, and Kelly found herself wondering if Jessica somehow knew what had transpired between Katrina and herself. I wouldn’t put it past her, Kelly thought.

“I’m great,” answered Kelly Ann, and it was true. She had just had a long session of sweaty, uninhibited lesbian sex with one of her best friends; she was positively glowing with illicit pleasure. “Hey, Ms. London, our cheerleading coach, was asking about you today,” Kelly told Jessica.

“Is that so?”

“Yeah, she wants to meet you, find out who this generous woman is who loves cheerleaders so much.” Kelly smiled to herself as she realized the double meaning of what she’d just said.

“So what’s she like?” asked Jessica.

“Well, let’s see... early thirties, dark hair cut kind of short, a little boyish actually but cute. She’s nice but tends to keep to herself. She also teaches history.”

“Is she married?”

“Uh, no, definitely not.”

“I see,” said Jessica, mentally creating a profile of Ms. London. Almost certainly a lesbian, probably some people at the school understood as much but didn’t talk about it. She lived quietly and was sexually frustrated, took the coaching job because she liked being around young girls in cheerleader outfits, but was too smart and self-disciplined to risk crossing that line. But could she be tempted into it? Possible scenarios immediately began to unfold in Jessica’s mind.

“Bring her over to my house tomorrow at 7.”

“OK,” answered Kelly, sure that something was going to happen that would complicate all their lives, but powerless to put up any resistance.

* * *

Kelly Ann knocked on Jessica’s door the next evening at 6:55, unwilling to risk being late again, although the punishment she had received the last time had turned out to be quite enjoyable. Ms. London stood behind her, looking very professional in a dark gray pantsuit.

Jessica herself answered the door and ushered them in, and Kelly introduced them: “Jessica, this is Ms. London.”

“Jackie,” said Ms. London, extending a hand. “It’s a real pleasure to meet you. I can’t tell you what a difference your generosity will make for our program.”

Jessica smiled and shook her hand. “Well, Kelly Ann here can be very convincing. Now have a seat. I just mixed some martinis, can I bring you one?”

Jackie London hesitated. She probably shouldn’t drink here in front of a student. But then would their hostess, and benefactor, be insulted if she refused? Finally she said “Sure, that would be great.”

“Wonderful. Kelly, why don’t you go have a swim while Jackie and I talk?”

* * *

Jackie sipped her drink and tried to concentrate. Knowing that Jackie was a history teacher, Jessica had engaged her in a conversation about Marie Antoinette. This was a subject Jackie knew quite a bit about, but she was having a hard time expressing herself because she kept getting distracted by what was happening over Jessica’s shoulder.

Kelly Ann had walked out to the pool, where Marie, Olivia, and Katrina all were sitting on lounge chairs. At first they just sat and talked. But then over a period of 15 or 20 minutes — long enough, anyway, for Jessica and Jackie to polish off one martini and start in on another — they one by one stood up, casually and unhurriedly stripped naked, and jumped in the pool.

Jackie knew immediately that something dangerous was happening, but she was frozen in her chair. It had been Marie who stripped first, and Jackie was riveted by the sight of her tan, lithe body with its high-set breasts and neatly cropped patch of black pubic hair. She had never seen this woman before but there was something strangely familiar about her. Olivia was next; she stood facing away from them as her skirt hit the ground, revealing her magnificent young ass. This really sent Jackie’s heart racing; one of her students, naked right there maybe 20 yards away! She knew she should leave right away, but her stomach was tight and her head was light; she thought if she stood up she might pass out. Instead she tried to calm herself by taking a long swig of her drink, which did nothing to help the situation.

But when Katrina stood up, Jackie nearly had a seizure. She had always fancied Katrina; well, really fancied all of the cheerleaders, Jessica was absolutely right about her. She was not a pedophile but she had a healthy libido and these were beautiful girls. But Katrina was special; never in her career had Jackie been so attracted to one of her students. She didn’t do anything about it, partly for ethical reasons and partly because she valued her job and her standing in the community. And anyway no opportunity ever presented itself. But here Katrina was, pulling off her T-shirt, revealing a set of tits that were every bit as mouth-watering as Jackie remembered. Yes, she had snuck a peek in the locker room from time to time; she was only human.

Katrina was facing toward them but didn’t seem to see them, gazing off into the middle distance as she wriggled out of her jeans and stood there for a moment in just her panties, the setting sun catching her at a striking angle. Then she pulled off the panties, threw them haphazardly over one shoulder, and — after standing there for just a second with reddish sunlight filtering through her blond bush — executed a graceful swan dive into the pool.

The last to go was Kelly, who took her time getting her clothes off, standing for a minute in her underwear staring right into Jackie London’s eyes. This was not the Kelly Ann that Jackie knew; something had changed about her, and it made her even sexier than she had already been. Soon she too was naked, and once she was in the pool Jackie took her first breath in quite a while. She closed her eyes and talked to herself inside her head: You are strong, she told herself. You can handle this.

But when she opened her eyes the girls had paired off, Kelly with Marie and Katrina with Olivia, and were kissing gently but passionately while entwining their naked bodies. Jessica, meanwhile, carried on as if nothing was happening, though she knew exactly what the girls were doing because she had planned it all out carefully. Jessica stared deeply into the poor teacher’s eyes, enjoying the delicious torment that she was being put through, and feeling the outcome already well in hand.

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