Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 94

Tuesday night Olivia managed to make it over to Gina’s again; the night before she’d had to stay home and study for a final. When she arrived, she found Gina in the kitchen making pasta, drinking wine as she usually did while cooking and singing along to a song on the radio.

Olivia took a seat at the kitchen table and poured herself a glass of wine. She was in an ebullient mood; she had kicked ass on her test and was glad to be back here in Gina’s kitchen, which was quickly becoming one of her favorite places. But as they caught up on the events of the last couple days, an uneasy feeling began to settle over Olivia; there was something strange, almost cold, about the way Gina was looking at her, although she seemed to be talking normally.

Was Gina mad, Olivia wondered? She claimed to have forgiven Olivia for her slutty ways, but maybe with more time to think about it, she’d changed her mind. Olivia sipped nervously at her wine, wondering what was going to happen.

The truth was, however, that Gina was thinking about the feeling of power she’d gotten from spanking and fucking Olivia the last time they’d been together. It was pretty much all she’d thought about for the last two days, and she could hardly wait to have another go.

After finishing the pasta, Gina boiled water and put half of it into the pot. She asked Olivia to watch the pasta and stir the sauce occasionally while she worked on a salad. Eager to please, Olivia took up her post at the stove with a wooden spoon in hand. Gina went to work cutting vegetables but was continually distracted by the younger girl, who was looking particularly adorable today in a tight T-shirt and short red skirt. When she bent over to take a taste of the sauce Gina could see her whole rear end — her black thong barely covered her butt crack — and almost cut off a finger.

Olivia must have been distracted as well, because she neglected to pay much attention to the pasta, with the result that when Gina went to check it it was slightly overdone. Gina felt her heart begin to race, not because she was really upset, but because she saw an opening.

“Well that’s just great,” said Gina in her best stern voice.

“Sorry,” answered Olivia sheepishly, now feeling doubly weird — partly because it suddenly felt like Gina was her mom, and partly because she was a little turned on by the thought.

“It’s ruined,” said Gina, taking the spoon out of Olivia’s grasp and turning her around to face the stove. Although Gina was trying to look severe, she couldn’t entirely suppress a smile as she pulled Olivia’s hands behind her back and tied them there with an apron. She walked the younger girl to the kitchen table and bent her over, raising the wooden spoon into the air; it was still a little saucy, but so much the better.

When she brought the spoon down for the first time on Olivia’s rear, flecks of tomato sauce flew everywhere, but Gina didn’t care; such petty concerns were far from her mind. She alternated blows between butt cheeks, drawing a small moan from Olivia with each one, until they glowed a nice soft pink. Then she reached down to see how wet Olivia was. The answer was very; Olivia’s thong had practically disappeared into her syrupy hole.

Gina ran the side of one hand along Olivia’s slit and brought it to her mouth, savoring the salty taste. Then, feeling wicked, she pulled the crotch of Olivia’s thong aside and penetrated her with the handle end of the spoon. Olivia gasped; the shape of the spoon stimulated the nerve endings inside her in unusual and delightful ways.

Stepping back from the table, Gina took a moment to enjoy the scene. A cute young girl was bent over her kitchen table, hands bound and skirt lifted, a wooden spoon sticking out of her snatch. What would her ex-husband think? He’d want to fuck the girl, of course. And come to think of it, that was not a bad idea.

When she returned a minute later, Gina had a strap-on in one hand and a bottle of lotion in the other. She gently rubbed some lotion into Olivia’s sore ass, then pulled the spoon out and brought the pussy juice–slick handle to Olivia’s mouth. “Get it nice and clean,” she instructed.

Once she considered the spoon clean enough, Gina replaced it with the shaft of the strap-on, which Olivia held in her mouth as Gina harnessed up. When she was ready to go, Gina used her hips to push the dildo farther into Olivia’s mouth, then pulled it out with a pop. Olivia was so turned on now that she could hardly stand it. “Do it to me,” she rasped. “Give it to me hard.”

Gina untied Olivia’s hands and rolled her over onto her back. She pulled off Olivia’s T-shirt, then her skirt and thong, leaving her dressed only in socks. Then she spread Olivia’s legs and rested the tip of the strap-on against her pussy lips. “Is this what you want?”

Olivia nodded and Gina pushed her way in, sliding easily into Olivia’s well-lubricated cunt. Olivia groaned “Oh, God,” and gripped the sides of the table as Gina leaned forward to suck her tits. Gina could feel Olivia’s heart beating like a jackhammer in her chest, and planted a tender kiss right on that spot.

As Olivia’s orgasm approached, the table rattled beneath her and she gripped Gina’s ass with both hands. “Fuck me fuck me fuck me,” she chanted, grinding against Gina to get maximum friction on her clit. Then she came with a force that brought tears to her eyes and lay still, holding Gina tightly against her.

After a minute Gina stood and pulled off the strap-on. By now she was both horny and hungry, so she multitasked by preparing another batch of pasta as Olivia knelt on the floor and licked her pussy. Gina climaxed just as the pasta was finished cooking, this time perfectly.

After that they had a nice, peaceful dinner, both still naked, until Olivia impulsively daubed a little tomato sauce on one of Gina’s breasts and bent down to lick it off. Gina followed suit, and they went back and forth that way a few times, then switched to using a bowl of melted chocolate. One thing led to another and they ended up 69ing in the bedroom, clenching each other tight and slurping away furiously.

By the time they had finally had enough, it was time for Olivia to get going. Gina followed her as she dressed and headed for the door, feeling tremendously satisfied but at the same time hungry for more. She really wanted Olivia to stay but turned instead to thinking about something fun they might do together. Suddenly an idea struck her.

“You remember that girl from the lingerie shop?”

“Claire?” said Olivia.

“Yeah,” answered Gina. She remembered that Claire had been part of Olivia’s adventure with Mistress Mimi. “You have her number?”


“Invite her to dinner.”

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 93

Tuesday morning Annalise got a message from Janice inviting her to yoga class that afternoon. At first she was hesitant; she was a little embarrassed at the way she’s been degraded by Lexi, Ana, Janice, and Ella, and at what a willing participant she’d been. But thinking of it she felt her pussy began to moisten, and she knew that there was no way she could refuse the invitation.

Janice used one of her guest passes for Annalise, who set up in a space between Janice and Ella. Looking around at the class, which was made up of women of all ages, all of them beautiful in their own way, Annalise felt privileged to be there. For a moment she focused on Ella, who looked especially gorgeous today, with her hair pinned back and a black bodystocking that showed off her lithe form.

But even Ella was put in the shade by the teacher, Serena, who to Annalise looked like a creature from another planet. She was tall, athletic, and seemingly glowing with life and energy. As the class began, Annalise had a hard time taking her eyes off Serena, which was fine since she was the teacher and everyone was looking at her anyway.

It was a sunny and warm in the studio, and soon Annalise found herself beginning to sweat. She found it difficult to concentrate on the poses, surrounded as she was by such stunning beauty; she looked around from Janice to Ella, to a particularly lovely brown-haired specimen in the corner, and back to Serena, and lustful, wild thoughts ran through her head. She realized that she was soaking wet between the legs, and was glad she was wearing a dark color that would hopefully serve as camouflage.

Annalise’s sex life had never been that exciting. Her former husband had not been very interested in sex, and though she had sometimes considered an affair no good opportunity had ever presented itself. By the time they divorced, she was almost 40 and didn’t find herself much in demand; and also she was shy and not much good at flirting or meeting new people. When Lexi and her father moved in next door, it had taken awhile for her to get up the nerve to approach them. When she did, the result had been unexpected, but certainly enjoyable.

After class Annalise hung around talking with Janice, Ella, and Serena — though she had difficulty forming sentences, so awed was she by Serena’s statuesque beauty. Janice told the others that she had the keys to Jessica’s house while Jessica was out of town, and invited them over for a drink. All three readily accepted.

At Jessica’s Annalise excused herself to go to the bathroom, and while she was there she became engrossed in the book she found sitting on the toilet tank, which was filled with pictures of women in bondage. By the time she returned to the living room, Ella was naked on the couch with her legs spread, Janice kneeling between them. Serena sat off to one side watching, also naked, fingering herself with her right hand while her left held a glass of Prosecco.

Annalise saw half-empty glasses on the coffee table next to Janice and Ella and a full one on the opposite site, which she picked up and sipped without taking her eyes off the scene before her. Her eyes met Serena’s and Serena favored her with a big smile, green eyes glittering with mischief and vitality. Annalise knew exactly what she wanted to do, and after taking a big gulp of wine, she set her glass down and did it.

She sank to her knees in front of Serena, put her hands on the blonde’s knees, and pushed them all the way open. The mingled scent of sweat and arousal rising from between her legs was truly intoxicating, and just for a second Annalise thought she might faint. But then she recovered herself and leaned down to kiss those firm thighs, running her tongue along the magnificent muscles. Serena tensed and gripped Annalise’s shoulder with her hand, sinking down in her chair so that her legs could splay further apart.

Annalise had had quite a bit of practice licking pussy lately, and for that she was glad, as she did not want to disappoint this goddess. She put every ounce of effort into pleasuring Serena, licking all around and gradually focusing in on her clit, which was every bit as impressive as the rest of her. As Serena’s orgasm approached, her powerful thighs held Annalise’s head in a vise-like grip. Annalise struggled to breathe and just as she thought she was about to pass out, suffocated in cunt juice and ecstasy, Serena came loudly and relaxed her leg muscles.

Sitting back on her haunches, Annalise looked up, her vision blurred and vague. When it finally came into focus, she saw Janice standing over her, massaging lube onto a strap-on. Behind Serena stood Ella, also strapped. Serena took Ella’s dildo into her mouth as Janice knelt down behind Annalise.

Annalise felt her hands pulled behind her back and handcuffed together, then Janice bent her forward so that her head was once again between Serena’s legs. Serena pulled her close with one hand and Annalise resumed gently lapping at the blonde as Janice pried her pussy lips open.

Once Janice penetrated her, though, Annalise forgot what she was doing and rested her head on the edge of the chair. She had been needing this, and the feeling of fullness was incredibly delicious. She gritted her teeth and rocked her hips backward to meet Janice’s thrusts. After a few initial pumps Janice took it slow, holding back a little, making Annalise do most of the work.

Serena, meanwhile, rolled gracefully off the chair and assumed a downward dog position on the floor, pushing her naked rump in the air toward Ella. Grinning, Ella took a step forward, smacked Serena loudly on the ass, then proceeded to give her a good hard fucking. Serena fell down onto her elbows, then her hands and knees, and finally all the way onto the floor as Ella slammed into her.

There may have been a little something extra behind Ella’s treatment of Serena. They were of a similar type, tall blondes, but Serena had bigger tits and was 10 years younger; everyone fawned over Serena, and this made Ella a little jealous, though she basically had nothing against the younger woman. She enjoyed making Serena scream, even though they were screams of pleasure; just to add a little pain, she reached down and twisted Serena’s nipple.

When Ella was done with her, Serena had come violently three times and lay still on the floor, a line of sweat running down her back. Ella walked over and sat down in front of Annalise, who had lifted her head and was now gripping the edge of the chair, grinding rhythmically back into Janice. Ella guided Annalise’s mouth to her crotch and pushed the strap-on into it, giving Annalise another taste of Serena’s delicious juices.

Now Ella pulled off her strap-on and spread her legs, pulling her pussy lips apart for Annalise, who obligingly drove her tongue inside. About this time Serena raised her head and caught sight of a clock, realizing that she needed to get to her evening class post-haste. After dressing quickly she lingered for a moment in the doorway, watching a massive orgasm rip through Annalise, who leaned forward and clamped down on Ella’s clit. Then Ella came too, rising up on her feet to rub her wet pussy on Annalise’s face.

Serena said goodbye and was out the door, soon followed by Ella, who had to get home for dinner. That left Janice looking down at the naked and handcuffed Annalise, thinking.

Wednesday, July 2, 2014

Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 92

Once Kat and Kelly had left, Marie showered again and shaved her legs and pits. Jessica had promised to take her to the French restaurant in town for her birthday dinner, and she was very excited at the prospect of an evening alone with her mistress.

After perfuming and powdering herself, Marie picked out her favorites from the new underwear she’d bought that day and tried on all of her new outfits before deciding on a simple cream-colored dress that flattered her curves nicely. Jessica appeared looking effortlessly chic in a black strapless number and, after complimenting Marie on how beautiful she looked, said that they had better get going or they would be late.

The food was delicious and Marie enjoyed speaking French with the waiter, who flirted shamelessly with her, unaware that all his efforts would get him nowhere. He was a handsome young man but Marie had eyes only for Jessica, who was in top form tonight, making Marie laugh and her eyes sparkle.

Afterward they stopped by #9 for a drink and sat at a corner table, Jessica with a martini, Marie with a glass of champagne. Although it was a Monday night and not very busy, there were several attractive specimens there. Inventorying the possibilities, Jessica asked Marie if she saw anything she liked, but Marie shook her head.

“I just want to be with you.”

So after one drink they went home, Marie nuzzling into Jessica’s neck as she drove. Back home they put on some music and opened another bottle of champagne. Marie asked Jessica to sit and did a dance for her, a dance that quickly turned into a striptease. Off came the new dress, the new bra, the new panties. Still moving rhythmically, Marie dropped to her knees in front of Jessica.

And so for Marie the day ended as it had begun, only in reverse order. After worshipping at the fountain between Jessica’s legs, she curled up in her mistress’s arms and slept like a baby.

* * *

Jessica woke up before Marie and lay for awhile just watching the younger girl sleep, thinking back to when they had first met.

Jessica had a friend whose job was placing exchange students with host families, and several times she’d asked Jessica to participate in the program. Jessica had always refused, but one day her friend was so desperate that Jessica finally relented and agreed to take in a student who would be attending the college two towns over.

Jessica was married at the time, but the marriage was not a happy one. She and her husband got along well enough, but they were both restless. Her husband was an exciting and interesting person, but never seemed satisfied; he always needed to push the envelope, including sexually. Several times he had talked her into threesomes with other women, and Jessica soon discovered that she had more interest in the girls than in him.

She had had several lesbian experiences in college, but had thought it was just a phase. Now she was surprised to discover how excited she could be by the softness of a girl’s skin, the sweetness of her lips, the smell and taste of her pussy.

Also, the girls that they trysted with were usually younger, and Jessica’s husband encouraged her to take a dominant position toward them. Jessica found that she thoroughly enjoyed tying a woman up, playing with her bound body, and making her eat pussy. Then her husband would get involved, and it wasn’t the same after that; Jessica began to yearn for the opportunity to experiment on her own.

So when 19-year-old Marie arrived at her door, looking so fresh and lovely, acting so shy and innocent, naturally Jessica began to have ideas. By now her husband was spending most of his time in the city about an hour away where his company’s home office was located, and where he had an apartment. Jessica suspected that he had a girlfriend there, or several, but she didn’t really care at this point; she was ready to move on to the next phase of her life.

At first, however, she and Marie were merely friends. Marie was very quiet and self-conscious about her poor English, so it took awhile for Jessica to get her to open up and talk about herself. Marie was from a small town in the south of France and she had come to the U.S. partly to study art, but also to escape an unpleasant home situation. Her father was abusive and her mother too afraid to do anything about it, and while he had never raped her, he had sent her to the hospital on one occasion.

Jessica found Marie extremely attractive, but was hesitant to make a move, knowing that Marie was fragile and hesitant to betray her trust. She also worried that getting sexually involved with a student would get her friend in trouble. So weeks passed, but finally, one warm night, Jessica found herself unable to sleep.

This is silly, Jessica thought to herself. I need someone, she needs someone; what’s the big deal? She put on her robe and crept to the door of Marie’s room. “Are you awake?” she whispered.

“Oui,” came the reply. “I mean, yes.”

Walking into Marie’s room, Jessica lit the candle on the bedside table and sat down on the edge of the bed. For a long, powerful moment Jessica and Marie just gazed into each other’s eyes, wordlessly communicating. Then Jessica leaned over to kiss the younger girl. Soon they were making love.

Jessica found Marie intoxicatingly sweet and delicious. For Marie, it was not her first time with a girl, but it was her first time with a woman, and she was excited by Jessica’s confidence and experience. Three hours later they fell asleep in each other’s arms, and they had spent very few nights apart in the years since.

As time passed Jessica began to want to try new things — bondage, spanking, porn, toys — and Marie was always cooperative. Jessica learned that she thrived in a dominant role: a sense of power turned her on, and the more she got, the more she wanted. Marie fit naturally into a submissive role. She liked having decisions made for her and got incredibly wet when Jessica told her what to do.

When the semester was over Marie had no desire to return to her home country, and Jessica invited her to stay as long as she wanted. Jessica’s friend was not happy, of course, because she could have gotten in trouble if Marie’s parents had complained, but they never did. After a while Jessica stopped returning her friend’s calls, and that was the end of that friendship, but Jessica never looked back. Her husband was amenable to a parting of the ways, so they split on fairly good terms; she kept the house while he moved full-time to the city.

This meant, of course, that Marie was technically an illegal alien. Since she mostly stayed at home and rarely interacted with anyone who wasn’t part of Jessica’s circle, this didn’t present much of a problem, and it was one more thing that kept them bound together. It also gave their relationship a little extra flavor of the secretive, the forbidden, that helped to keep things exciting.

Looking over at the sleeping Marie, Jessica was filled with a great tenderness. This girl really was a treasure, and should be properly appreciated.

Marie woke to find Jessica kissing along her inner thighs and let her legs fall open, sighing happily. This was an unexpected treat —it wasn’t ever her birthday anymore! — but you weren’t going to hear her complaining.