Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 82

Sated and exhausted at last, Olivia, Claire, and Lexi retreated to the quiet kitchen for a cold beverage. Then Claire led the way up the side stairs to a rooftop hot tub, where they soaked and looked up at the stars. Claire lit up a hand-rolled cigarette and offered it to Olivia, who passed, then to Lexi, who took a big draw and coughed a cloud of sweet-smelling smoke into Olivia’s face.

Maybe a half-hour later they heard footsteps on the stairs and Emily appeared, looking mildly frantic. “Oh, there you are,” she said. “I’ve been looking all over for you three. The mistress would like you to join her for a glass of champagne.”

Claire snorted. “Isn’t champagne usually for the winners?”

Emily shrugged. “I just work here.”

Slipping into robes, they followed Emily downstairs. They found Mimi in an enormous, sparsely furnished room where one big round table was surrounded by a circle of sofas and end tables. The light, which was rich but muted, came from wall sconces and again one wall was completely covered by a mirror, making the room seem to extend off into infinity. The other walls were decorated with whips, chains, riding crops, and other instruments of punishment.

Sylvia was there, champagne in hand, next to Mia, who had earlier been wearing pajamas but was now in a kimono, as was Mimi. Mimi gestured for the new arrivals to sit, and Emily poured them all glasses.

“Valiant efforts, all of you,” said Mimi, raising her glass. “Cheers.”

They all drank, and Mimi then turned her attention to Lexi. “What was your name, sweetheart?”


“And you came with Olivia, yes?” Lexi nodded. “How do you two know each other?”

“We go to school together.”

“Where do you go to school?” asked Mimi.

Lexi answered, and as the conversation continued, it eventually came out that she and Olivia were cheerleaders. Mimi immediately froze, here eyes wide. “Are you really cheerleaders?” she asked. Lexi and Olivia both nodded. “Oh, my,” said Mimi, sitting her glass down. Her eyes shot over to Emily. “Do we have any cheerleader uniforms?”

“I think we do,” answered Emily.

“Get them.”

Emily went off on this mission while Claire took the two girls to a bathroom, where she washed and blow-dried their hair. Emily appeared some time later with two sets of pom-poms and two cheerleader uniforms. They didn’t quite fit and didn’t match – one was maroon and yellow, the other blue and gold – but Lexi and Olivia looked quite sexy in them anyway. When they returned to where the others were, Mimi’s eyes lit up.

“Well well well,” she murmured, sipping her champagne, looking the girls up and down. “OK,” she said at last, “cheer for me.”

Olivia and Lexi complied, doing a short routine that ended with them leaping in the air, waving their pom-poms overhead. Neither was wearing a bra, so their breasts continued moving for several seconds after they finished.

Mimi and the others applauded, after which Mimi picked up her half-full champagne glass, downed it in one gulp, sat it down again, and stood up. “Now come over here.”

When they complied Mimi spun the two cheerleaders around, positioned them on their knees, and motioned to Mia, who returned shortly with two blindfolds, two ballgags, and two pairs of handcuffs. Soon Olivia and Lexi were both bent over the sofa, gagged and blindfolded with their hands cuffed behind their backs. Mimi lifted their skirts, pulled their panties down to their knees, and reached for a riding crop.

“I’ve always wanted to punish cheerleaders,” said Mimi as she landed the first blow on each ass in turn. “The ones in my high school were not very nice.” She continued until both girls’ butts were nice and red, then bent down to make sure they were hot as well. While she was there she slid a hand between each girl’s legs, and was pleased to find that they were wet and sticky down there.

At Mimi’s behest Mia and Emily stood Lexi up, uncuffed her, and stretched her out face-up on the table. They tied her wrists and ankles to the table legs so she was spread-eagled as Mimi pulled up her top to expose her breasts and snapped on nipple clamps. Lexi whimpered softly as Mimi slid her fingernails up and down the girl’s soft inner thighs, then moaned helplessly as Mimi ran one finger between her pussy lips while simultaneously tugging on the nipple clamps.

Mimi fed the wet finger to Mia, who sucked it clean then looked at Lexi’s crotch and back at Mimi as if to say “May I?” But Mimi wanted Lexi to marinate a while longer; instead she turned her attention to Olivia, who was wondering what might be going on behind her.

Olivia felt a warmth as Mimi sat down next to her. Pulling off Olivia’s gag, Mimi opened her kimono and drew the cheerleader’s head to her chest. Sylvia, tired of just watching, picked up the riding crop and applied a series of stinging little taps across Olivia’s thighs and crotch.

Mia, meanwhile, leaned over Lexi and played with her nipple clamps while licking up and down her ears, shoulders, and neck. Looking over at Mimi again for approval, and this time getting a nod of assent, Mia unfastened Lexi’s gag, popped it out of her mouth, and replaced it with one breast, then the other. Wanting to taste Lexi’s nipples, Mia now lifted off the clamps and commenced to lick and nibble the inflamed teats.

Mimi guided Olivia’s head down across her stomach and between her legs, which she opened wider to give the cheerleader better access. Directly across from them Claire sat rubbing her pussy with one finger, and behind her stood Emily, moving nothing but her eyes as she took in the scene before her.


Thursday, December 19, 2013

Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 81

Olivia’s head was buzzing; whatever was in those cookies had definitely taken effect, and it was a strange enough scene to begin with. There was Claire, sprawled out at Mimi’s feet with a towel wrapped around her. There was Lexi, on her knees cleaning her own juices off of Calamity’s strap-on. Olivia realized that her own pussy was throbbing, and that without thinking about it she’d been rubbing herself through her dress.

The woman in the hat and suit that she’d been dancing with walked up to The Blonde, and the two conferred quietly for a minute. When they were done The Blonde called for quiet and announced, “Ladies, we have time for one more bout. Who would like to face off against Harriet the Spy?”

Suddenly Olivia felt very hot, like a bright light was shining on her, and a voice in her head was saying “Do it.” She resisted for a minute but when no one else spoke up she finally thought, well, why not? Why the hell not?

“Me,” said Olivia, raising her hand. The crowd applauded and Harriet lifted off her hat – revealing a surprising mane of black hair that was shaved on the sides – and tipped it in Olivia’s direction. Next Harriet slipped out of her jacket and shirt, revealing heavily tattooed, well-muscled arms and substantial breasts held back by a red lace bra. Underneath her pants, which came off next, were matching red lace panties and taut, powerful thighs.

Olivia, for her part, pulled her dress off over her head and spontaneously decided to just go all the way naked. Her panties were soaked through and the bra would just get in the way, she reasoned. She dropped her bra to the floor and tossed the panties to the crowd, which hooted appreciatively.

When The Blonde signaled for them to start, Olivia was surprised by how quickly Harriet was on her. Her reaction time was not the greatest in her current state, but when Harriet grabbed her by the waist and tossed her to the ground she woke up in a hurry. She was already sweating and the sweat flowed freely as she writhed around in Harriet’s grasp, turning herself 90 degrees and getting a hold on Harriet’s muscular thigh.

For awhile there was a stalemate, each woman trying to budge the other, neither making progress. From her position Harriet couldn’t get enough leverage to roll Olivia onto her back, but she could reach Olivia’s nipple with her mouth – so she bit it gently, sucked on it briefly, then bit down a little harder.

The combination of pleasure and pain threw Olivia into a state of confusion and she relaxed briefly, allowing Harriet to turn her over. Thinking quickly, Olivia used that momentum to continue rolling and found herself on top with her naked breasts pressing into Harriet’s stomach. Harriet reacted quickly and violently, pushing herself away from the ground with both hands, and there was a short free-for-all that ended with both wrestlers on their sides, each one’s head clamped between the other’s thighs.

Olivia had a good view of the red strip of fabric between Harriet’s legs, which was slightly askew, revealing one pussy lip. She would have liked to bury her face in it, wrestling match or no, but Harriet’s legs were strong and she couldn’t move an inch. Harriet, meanwhile, was able to slowly move her head up between Olivia’s sweat-slick thighs, licking and nibbling as she went. Gradually Olivia began to lose her grip on Harriet’s head, and on reality.

Finally Olivia felt Harriet’s tongue glide across her vulva and instinctively opened her legs, releasing Harriet’s head entirely. Sensing that the end was near, Harriet jammed her tongue deep into Olivia, simultaneously rolling the younger girl over and forcefully sinking her own crotch onto Olivia’s face. Buried in Harriet’s warmth and wetness, the leading edge of an orgasm beginning to rumble through her, Olivia didn’t really notice or care when The Blonde counted her out.

When Harriet finally released her from the pin, Olivia found herself surrounded by Judy, Sylvia, and Calamity, all stroking their strap-ons and and looking down at her. Soon Olivia found herself on her knees with one plastic cock in her mouth and one in either hand as Harriet gripped her hips from behind, aiming the biggest strap-on of all straight at her pussy.

Meanwhile the music had started up again; some of those present were still watching the action on the mat, some were dancing, and some were involved in amusements of their own. When Harriet penetrated her, Olivia arched her back, exhaled sharply, and dropped her head; for a moment she thought she was going to pass out. But then a tremendous rush of energy passed through her and she opened her eyes to see a small butterfly tattoo belonging to Sylvia, who lifted her chin and plunged into her mouth.

From this point on Olivia lost track of what happened when. At some point Lexi came to join them, and she and Olivia ended up in 69 position, dildos thrusting in and out of their holes. Then Claire joined in and they became a writhing mass of bodies. Olivia looked up and there was Mimi, smiling down at them, one hand resting gently on her crotch as she whispered into the ear of the girl in the blue pajamas. Sexy images were being projected on the wall behind Mimi; Olivia saw a naked blonde being flogged by a dominatrix in black leather, then a black-and-white photo of herself and Claire, a quite explicit one.

Somehow this made her feel self-conscious in a way that none of the rest of it had; she briefly wondered what Gina would think of all this. But then the girl in PJs was stepping forward, pulling off her bottoms, and sitting on Olivia’s face as a strobe light began to flash. Soon all was forgotten but the moment and the pleasure.


Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 80

“Our next grappler is looking for a challenger,” announced The Blonde. “Who among us is brave enough to face… the Predator?”

All attention turned toward a compact, powerful-looking black woman with dreadlocks dressed in a sports bra and very short, tight shorts that hugged her ample rump. She clasped her hands over her head and there was a murmur in the crowd, but for a long minute it seemed that no one was going to step up and take her on. At last Olivia heard a familiar voice behind her assert, “I’ll do it.”

Olivia turned to see Claire coming forward, greeted by a round of applause. Claire doffed her shoes, blouse, and skirt, leaving her in only white lace panties and bra. She looked very skinny next to the Predator, and Olivia was surprised that Claire was willing to take on this formidable opponent. Then again, she reflected, maybe it was a no-lose proposition.

Once again, the outcome of the bout was never really in doubt. The Predator (whose real name, Olivia gathered from the crowd’s shouts of encouragement, was Sylvia) was considerably stronger than Claire, and mostly just played around with her, letting her get on top a couple of times and then quickly reversing. Playing to the crowd, Sylvia held Claire with one hand and pulled off her bra, then her panties, pushing one thick middle finger inside the helpless redhead.

When she felt ready Sylvia just rolled Claire over, sat on her face, and held her down until The Blonde counted three. She smothered Claire with her sweaty crotch for a while longer, then stood, pulled off her shorts, and accepted the strap-on that The Blonde handed her. As Sylvia tightened and adjusted the harness Claire spread her legs wide and opened her pussy lips with her fingers, obviously ready for what was about to happen. Sylvia did not disappoint, plunging in hard and not letting up until Claire lay panting and drained.

Claire was helped up by an Asian girl a little older than Olivia, wearing light blue pajamas that made her look much younger. She led Claire over to a chair, sat her down, and leaned over to whisper something in her ear. Claire grinned and reached down to cup her own crotch, which was perhaps a little sore from the treatment it had just received.

“Next up we have Calamity,” said The Blonde. “Calamity, are you here?”

Up to the mat strode a woman who was somewhat on the older side — her long brown hair was liberally streaked with gray — but in magnificent shape, with a lean, muscled body encased in a red, white and blue bikini. “I’m ready to roll,” said Calamity. “Who wants to tussle?”

Calamity began to walk through the crowd, surveying faces and bodies, until she ended up standing on front of Lexi. “How about you, Blondie?” Lexi shook her head shyly. “Oh, come on, sweetheart, I don’t bite. Much. What’s your name, hon?”


“Well come on, Lexi, what are you afraid of?” Calamity began to lead the crowd in chanting Lexi’s name, and finally Lexi shrugged and let Calamity take her hand and lead her to the mat. There the girl in PJs pulled Lexi’s dress up over her head and off. Lexi was wearing a black thong and no bra, so that left her practically naked, prompting whistles from the crowd.

Lexi and Calamity circled each other for a minute, but soon they were down on the ground, struggling and grunting. Lexi was stronger than she looked; though her arms were skinny she twice got Calamity onto her back and almost pinned her. Only by concentrating hard, her biceps and neck muscles straining visibly, did Calamity escape Lexi’s grip.

But as the match wore on Lexi appeared to get tired and Calamity found her footing, slowly but surely gaining the upper hand. Calamity also fought a little dirty — several times she pinched Lexi’s nipples, and once even bit her on the neck, though not very hard. Finally, jamming her knee into Lexi’s crotch, Calamity rolled her full weight onto the young blonde and pinned her.

Keeping Lexi down, Calamity gripped her thong and began to rub it up and down across the younger girl’s well-lubricated pussy. Lexi began to moan and the moans increased in volume as Calamity finger-fucked her, then leaned down to taste her. Calamity pulled the thong off and spread Lexi’s legs wide open, her pink inside now visible to everyone watching.

Next Calamity rolled Lexi over onto her stomach and gestured to The Blonde, who approached with a pair of handcuffs and a strap-on. After cuffing Lexi’s hands behind her back, Calamity took her sweet time getting into the strap-on, pausing occasionally to slap Lexi on the ass. Lexi just laid there with her eyes closed and mouth open, breathing quietly, butt in the air; she was plainly in heat. Finally Calamity was ready; she opened Lexi with one hand and eased into her ever so slowly.

Lexi threw her head back and from her throat came an eerie sound, a low wail that gradually increased in volume as she was penetrated further. The room grew quiet as Calamity patiently built Lexi to a crescendo, reaching down to rub her thighs and stroke her clit. When Lexi came with a deafening shriek, the applause was thunderous.