Monday, June 2, 2014

Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 88

Kat had tried to be good, she really had. She’d done all of her homework, helped her mom make dinner, and volunteered to do the dishes. After a little TV the whole family had gone straight to bed; this time of year it was getting dark early and a good, long night’s sleep seemed like a great idea.

But an hour later Kat found herself tossing and turning in the silent house, feeling wide awake and restless. She tried touching herself to see if that would help, but it just wasn’t working tonight. Finally she gave up, dressed quietly, and slipped out the back door.

The streets were abandoned, eerily silent; it seemed like everyone in town was sleeping, though it was not yet 10:00. But Kat’s mood brightened considerably when she saw that a light was still on at Sara Valentine’s house. She had her own key now and let herself in; she found the teacher in the living room, watching a movie and sipping a glass of wine.

That afternoon, after leaving the yoga studio, Sara had finally worked up the nerve to break up with her boyfriend. She felt she owed it to him to at least do it in person, so they arranged to have lunch at a quiet restaurant. Sara helped that in a public place he wouldn’t make a scene, and for the most part he took it well. Several times he asked for an explanation and Sara gave him a variation of the old “It’s not you, it’s me,” telling him she felt like she was changing and shouldn’t be in a relationship right now. Which was true, more or less; how could she tell him she was involved in a torrid affair with a cheerleading team and a gaggle of housewives?

Afterward she’d gone home and sat down to grade some papers, but her heart wasn’t really in it. After doing the bare minimum that she absolutely had to do, she’d opened a bottle of wine and put on the Turner Classic Movie channel, feeling lonesome and confused. What was she doing? Where was she going with her life? She was letting her desires lead her down a confusing road, but when she thought back to the incredible orgasms she’d had, and to the unbelievably sexy scene at the yoga studio that morning, she couldn’t really say she regretted it.

She pictured Jessica on her knees being fucked from both ends with strap-ons, all the other women standing around watching, and felt the moisture to begin to seep into her pussy. She was wearing pajamas, but now she slipped off the bottoms, and she was naked from the waist down under the blanket when Kat suddenly appeared in the room.

“Oh, um, hi,” said Sara, startled but not really surprised.

“Hi,” said Kat, flopping down on the couch next to her. “Whatcha watching?”

“Uhhhh….” mumbled Sara, reddening a little because she had been paying no attention to what was on. “An old Humphrey Bogart movie.”

For a minute they just sat and watched together, but soon Kat’s hand made its way under the blanket. Finding that there was no clothing in the way, it continued down between Sara’s legs and cupped her warm crotch.

Ten minutes later the movie had been forgotten and Sara Valentine once again found herself stretched out naked on her bed, blindfolded, wrists and ankles bound to the bedposts. It was almost the exact position she’d been in in the photo Kelly sent to Kat the week before. Kat added nipple clamps as a finishing touch, adjusted Sara’s legs slightly so her pussy would be more visible, and took a picture.

Adjourning to the kitchen, Kat sent Kelly the picture and helped herself to a drink from Sara’s liquor cabinet. She was watching the last few minutes of the movie when Kelly arrived, shaking her head. “You are such a bad influence,” she said.

Kat shrugged. “We’ll be good starting tomorrow.”

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Upstairs, Kat and Kelly stood looking down at the bound, naked English teacher. They had brought the bottle with them, and passed it back and forth as they talked.

“So what should we do with her?” asked Kat.

“Sell her to the highest bidder?” said Kelly.

“We could put this picture on Craigslist, give the address, see who shows up,” suggested Kat.

Kelly reached down and tugged on the nipple clamps, drawing a low moan from Sara. “Eh, I don’t really feel like sharing.”

Taking seats on either side of the bed, they spent a long while just teasing poor Sara, tweaking her nipples, rubbing her thighs, continuing to drink. Sara’s pussy was wet, hot, and inflamed, gaping open like a hungry mouth.

Kat and Kelly took turns sitting on Sara’s face, the teacher’s dutiful mouth doing all it could to satisfy them. All the while they continued to torment her, stroking her thighs and outer lips until a pool of liquid formed on the bed between her legs.

Finally Kat stood back, holding up her phone as Kelly released Sara’s left hand from its restraint. The resulting video was one that Kat would watch many times, and share with all the other cheerleaders: the naked teacher, slick with sweat and juice, reaching down with her one free limb and masturbating furiously. Sara arched her back and her legs and right arm strained against their bonds as she frantically finger-fucked herself, moaning like a crazed animal, then came intensely, her whole body shuddering, and at last went limp. The video ended with applause from the unseen Kat and Kelly, then a closeup of Sara’s face, still blindfolded, her pussy-smeared mouth hanging slack.

Afterward all three crawled into bed together, one cheerleader on either side of the teacher. Drowsing there enveloped in the girls’ soft, sweet-smelling bodies, Sara experienced a feeling of contentment unlike any she could remember. She drifted in and out of dreams of lush gardens, sunny skies, and windswept beaches.

But in the wee hours Kat and Kelly stirred and decided that they needed to get home. Leaving Sara in a warm cloud of somnolence, they walked out into the quiet streets under a lazy half-moon. The entire town was asleep, from Jessica wrapped up with Marie and Jane, to the housewives with their husbands, to Lexi, Ana, Olivia, and Gina in their solo beds. At their parting point Kat and Kelly shared a kiss, then went off to sneak back into their rooms and get what rest they could before the new week began.


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1 comment:

  1. Who and what will Kelly and Kat do next?

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