Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 107

Jessica and Mimi had been talking on and off, though it got harder for them to hear each other as the suite filled up with people. The conversation was pleasant enough, though both were somewhat guarded; each felt like the other was sizing her up, taking her measure. There was a steely resolve in Mimi’s gaze, and Jessica felt a certain kinship, but also a tincture of suspicion.

After finishing her drink Jessica made her way to the bathroom, where she spent a nice, peaceful moment taking a long and satisfying pee. Afterward she kept to the margins of the party, playing the role of observer. She felt like in the corners of the room, in the shadows, she could see without being seen.

Marie was sitting with the three French models, talking and giggling. This was Marie at her most flirtatious, twirling her hair in one hand, biting her lip, and casting coy glances at the three gorgeous girls surrounding her – a blonde and two brunettes, one with long hair and one with a chic little bob.

The conversation must have been getting more suggestive, because Marie’s face was reddening and her nipples hardening visibly. After a few minutes the brunette on her left, the one with the short hair, leaned in for a kiss, then the other brunette bent down to take Marie’s right nipple into her mouth. Soon the two of them had Marie pushed back on the couch, eagerly sucking her tits, as the blonde lifted Marie’s apron and crouched between her legs. Jessica grinned as the model nuzzled sweetly into Marie’s pubic hair, then began to lap gently at her pussy.

This was beautiful to behold, but Jessica was curious what else was going on. Just then Jane crossed the far side of the room with a drink on a tray, so Jessica waited a few seconds and trailed along behind her. Jane sat the drink down in front of Mimi, who took her by the wrist and motioned for her to lean closer. Mimi whispered something in her ear, and Jane shrugged in response; Mimi tugged on Jane’s wrist, not roughly but decisively, and Jane tumbled into her lap.

Kissing and biting Jane’s neck, Mimi cupped her breasts in both hands, pinching the nipples to make them hard. Jane leaned back against Mimi’s shoulder, her mouth falling open, as Mimi’s hands slid down her body, over her hips, and through her peach-fuzz pubic hair. Jessica watched intently, both jealous and excited. She saw Mimi’s fingers pry Jane’s pussy lips apart and push between them. Jane squirmed as Mimi fingered her with one hand, using the other to pull Jane’s head to her own and give her a forceful, open-mouthed kiss.

Just then there was a knock at the suite’s front door, and since no one else moved to do anything about it – or even seemed to notice it – Jessica went to answer it herself. She opened the door and there stood a young women who was extremely striking, even by the high standards of the current company. She had long black hair, a perfectly shaped face, and huge, gleaming golden-brown eyes.

“Hi,” she said. “My name is Tara. My, um, employer told me to meet her here. Mimi?”

Jessica invited Tara in and gestured over her shoulder to where Mimi sat. Jane was writhing, arching her back, as Mimi penetrated her with one hand and stroked her clit with the other.

“Thanks,” said Tara, and if anything in this situation was novel or embarrassing for her, she didn’t show it. She walked over to Mimi and bent down, planting a kiss on one cheek. Mimi whispered something into Tara’s ear and Tara nodded.

Taking off her coat, Tara dropped it onto an empty chair and wasted no time getting involved. She licked each of Jane’s nipples, then she clamped her teeth down on one. Jane stiffened visibly, relaxing only when Tara opened her mouth and began trailing her tongue down Jane’s torso. Tara traveled down across Jane’s stomach and arrived finally between her legs. After briefly sucking each of Mimi’s fingertips, Tara flicked her tongue across Jane’s clit. Then she alternated between the two until Jane was quivering on the edge of orgasm.

At this point Tara very gently bit down on Jane’s clit, sending her into a paroxysm that very nearly threw her off Mimi onto the floor. After that Jane lay still and Tara began to strip, pulling off her top and her bra. Her body was magnificent, and Jessica wanted to see what would happen next; but even more than that she wanted another drink, and since it didn’t look like anyone was going to bring her one, she decided to fend for herself.

Entering the parlor, she found that all the furniture had been moved into the corners to create a dance floor. Music was blasting and there was a whole contingent of ladies dancing – some of them fully clothed, some topless, and some naked. Erica was among them, wearing a flowing black skirt but nothing above the waist, boobs bouncing in rhythm as she moved with the music.

After Jessica fixed herself an extra-large martini a new song with a super-funky bassline came on, and Jessica felt herself begin to dance, almost involuntarily. At first she moved slowly, careful not to spill her drink, watching the dancers around her. There were several remarkable specimens, including Chantelle, the girl who had so mesmerized Jessica during the lingerie show. But she found her eyes continually drawn back to Erica, who was simply an amazing dancer. A couple times she spun so that her skirt flew up, and she had nothing on underneath. Jessica found that incredibly sexy, even hotter than the girls there who were wearing nothing at all.

Sitting down her drink, Jessica drifted over next to Erica, and after that it seemed to be just the two of them dancing. Jessica did not consider herself a great dancer, but tonight she felt inspired, and found herself doing things she didn’t know she could do. She took Erica in her arms and twirled her, making her skirt fly up, then boldly reached down and cupped Erica’s ass with one hand. Erica moved closer, grinding her crotch on Jessica’s leg, erect nipples tracing little circles in the air.

After a half-hour of this Jessica and Erica fell together onto the couch, sweaty and exhausted. They spent a few minutes drinking water and catching their breath, watching the other dancers, who were moving now to a slower song. Some of them were making out, some fondling their partners. Chantelle was dirty dancing with a tall, Scandinavian-looking model whose naked breasts were small and exquisitely shaped, tipped with diamond-shaped nipples.

Erica leaned over and said to Jessica, “I was talking with Marie earlier, and she says that new strap-on you got the other day is really something.”

The look in Erica’s eyes told Jessica what she had in mind. “You want to go for a ride?”


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Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 106

As she made her way on foot to Jackie London’s house, Kat felt buoyant and joyful despite the winter night’s chill. She was a little tipsy, having just left a big party at a fellow senior’s house, and school was over until after New Year’s. Even more than that, it just felt like change was in the air, and she found this exhilarating.

Over breakfast that morning it had suddenly struck her that the football game against their historical rival, which marked the end of the season, was that night. This meant that for the five senior cheerleaders, this would be the last time they cheered together, except for a few special events in the spring. Kat had known this day was coming, of course, but she’d been so preoccupied with other things that she hadn’t thought much about it until now.

She found that she had mixed feelings. On the one hand, she would miss the camaraderie of the team and the excitement of cheering before a crowd, absorbing their energy and reflecting it back to them in a feedback loop that could be a powerful natural high. On the other hand, she felt like being a cheerleader didn’t really fit with the way her identity was evolving; it seemed like a remnant of a former self. She knew that her bond with Kelly, Olivia, Ana, and Lexi would remain strong no matter what; they were part of a special sisterhood that had been through a lot together.

Traditionally the cheerleaders wore their uniforms to school on this day, so Kat put hers on and checked herself out in the mirror. Yes, she looked hot, but she also looked, let’s face it, like a child; and it was getting to be time to grow up.

It was sort of a nothing day at school; most people were finished with their finals, and all Kat had to do was make some final revisions to her end-of-term English paper. That took about 15 minutes, and afterwards she just hung out in the library, playing around on the computer and indulging her daydreams and sexual fantasies. Of course, you couldn’t get any actual porn on the school computer, but she knew a few interesting sites that weren’t blocked. After awhile her imagination took over and she leaned back in her chair, watching a little movie in her mind’s eye.

The five senior cheerleaders had locked themselves alone into the library, one side of which was a single large window looking out onto the school’s main hallway. After taking a few minutes to stretch they started going through some of their routines, and gradually a small crowd started to gather at the window. They did a human pyramid, then one of their more complicated choreographed routines, then froze and struck a pose.

On a signal from Kat, they all tore off their tops and tossed them aside. Then they resumed dancing, tits now covered only by sexy bras that did little to stop the bouncing. The crowd grew larger and closer, and several of the boys tried the door, cursing when they found it locked. After a few minutes they froze again, and Kat signaled again, and off came their skirts.

This time when they resumed dancing, clad only in bras and panties, the crowd began to press up against the windows, boys and girls both. More and more people appeared, beginning to jostle for position, craning their heads to see over each other.

They paused again and shed their bras. Each of the five lifted her left breast to her mouth and reached out her tongue to lick the nipple. Then they did the same thing with the right, moving in perfect sync, like they’d practiced it a thousand times.

As they moved on to a new cheer Kat looked out at the crowd. They now resembled nothing so much as a throng of zombies in a brain-eating frenzy. The people in front were being crushed against the glass, their faces distorted in wild excitement. In real life this would have been alarming, but in the fantasy it seemed exactly right.

At the next signal the cheerleaders paused, pulled off their panties, and tossed them toward the window. As they started moving again, now completely nude, Kat looked out at the gathered throng, which now extended as far as one could see down the hallway. She picked out the faces she knew – the principal, Jackie London, Sara Valentine, her classmates and the secretaries and lunch ladies... there, way at the back, was that Jessica? It was hard to tell.

Now it was time for the piece de resistance. At Kat’s command the cheerleaders dropped to the floor and arranged themselves in a perfect five-way daisy chain, each one with her head between the legs of the girl to her right. Five tongues snaked out to touch five pussies, and five bodies began to writhe in pleasure.

In this position Kat couldn’t see anything but she could hear what sounded like a riot start in the crowd, voices shouting and fists pounding on the glass. After a few minutes she signaled and they each turned to face the other direction, licking the girl who had previously been licking her. The noise from outside reached a fever pitch and Kat looked up just in time to see the glass shatter and the crowd rush in....

She was jarred out of her reverie by a noise. which turned out to be the door being opened by a boy who was leaving the library – a young-looking one, probably a freshman. Had he been there the whole time, or had he come in without Kat noticing? Looking down she realized that her skirt was hiked up and she had a hand in her panties. Well, she shrugged, if he saw anything, I hope he enjoyed it.

She also realized that she had been dripping pussy juice on the vinyl of the chair she was sitting on, and that sent her off on a new flight of fancy. In this scenario she Sara Valentine was with her, bent naked over this very chair. Sara’s hands tied behind her back with a belt and Kat pushed her head forward, telling her to lick the seat clean. As she did so Kat first spanked her with a ruler, then fingered her, then fucked her with a strap-on. All the while people went about their business in the library as usual, oblivious to the fact that a senior girl was sexually molesting the English teacher.

After taming Sara’s cunt in her fantasy, Kat pulled off the strap-on, and climbed over Sara to get into the chair. She spread her legs, draping them over the sides of the chair, and had Sara give her a nice tongue-bath. This of course caused Kat to leak more juice onto the chair, starting the cycle all over again....

By now she was feeling extremely worked up and decided it was time to do something about it. She printed out her finished paper and headed for Ms. Valentine’s room. She wasn’t quite sure what she meant to do once she got there – fuck immediately in the classroom? Propose to adjourn back to Sara’s house for lunch? – but she didn’t intend to take no for an answer.

But to her surprise she found Sara sitting there with Jackie London, each of them holding a piece of tupperware and a fork. They looked at her a little strangely, coldly Kat thought, but greeted her nicely enough. Kat thought about proposing a three-way – that would be really nice right now – but somehow couldn’t bring herself to do it. Instead she just put her paper on Sara’s desk and said “See you tonight.”

Kat started to walk off campus, wondering where she might go to scratch her itch. It occurred to her that Betty Ann Collins had been very accommodating the day before, so she decided to head over there. It was only a few minutes away and when she got there she walked around to the back, where she found Betty in the kitchen having tea with Janice. Betty invited Kat to sit down with them, which she did happily, accepting a couple of fresh-baked cookies to go with the tea.

Both of the older women were dressed in yoga clothes, Kat noticed, looking very hot in her opinion. “We were just about to do a few poses,” Betty told her. “Care to join us?”

Kat said of course, and they made their way to the living room, where a nice open space had been cleared out. Betty led them through their paces but Kat found it hard to concentrate, horny as she was, and Janice kept being distracted by the way Kat’s skirt flopped this way and that. It seemed like maybe Betty was intentionally choosing poses that caused Kat to reveal herself; it was hard to tell, as a cheerleading uniform is not well-designed for yoga in the first place.

After about 15 minutes Betty went to the kitchen for water and when she came back Kat and Janice were 69ing on the floor. Janice’s yoga pants were down around her ankles, while Janice had simply pulled the crotch of Kat’s panties aside to get to her pussy. Betty just watched for a minute, then thought what the hell, might as well get involved. She found her strap-on and started filling holes with it – Kat’s mouth, Janice’s pussy, Janice’s pussy, Kat’s mouth. In this fashion they occupied most of the rest of the afternoon, with Kat finally making it back to campus just in time for the final bell.

Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 105

Jessica, Jane, and Marie were on their way back to the hotel when Jessica felt her phone vibrating. It was an unfamiliar number, but Jessica was in a buoyant and optimistic mood, so she answered.

“Hi, it’s Erica.”

That’s odd, thought Jessica. Call girls don’t usually call you, do they? Was she trying to drum up more business?

“Hi,” said Jessica, a note of caution in her voice; she was suddenly a little suspicious.

“Listen, I thought you might be interested to know... there’s a lingerie convention in town this week, and they’re having a big runway show tonight. Just around the corner from your hotel, in fact. Lots of beautiful girls there. Some people I know. I can get you tickets.”

“Well, um, sure. Of course. That sounds great.”

Erica told Jessica where and when and rang off. Jessica put her phone back in her pocket and walked on with a little extra bounce in her step, whistling quietly to herself. Jane and Marie exchanged glances, wondering what might be in store for them next.

* * *

The three of them took a midafternoon nap and then started getting ready, bathing, oiling, shaving, and picking out clothes. Jane’s hair was long enough now to be shaped into some semblance of a chic style, so Jessica took her down to the salon in the hotel’s basement. After giving the stylist careful instructions – she had a kind of Audrey Hepburn thing in mind – Jessica decided to go ahead and get a trim herself. The result looked so good that she called Marie down for a touch-up as well.

When they rolled out of the hotel a few minutes before eight, dressed to the nines and wrapped in fur, there was an audible buzz in the lobby. It was a short walk to the hotel Erica had specified, where a well-heeled crowd of fashion industry types milled around, acting fabulous and talking loud.

They found Erica in the lobby, drinking Champagne and talking to a gorgeous blonde who looked like a movie star. Maybe she was a movie star; she seemed familiar, but Jessica couldn’t quite place her.

Erica greeted them warmly and saw to it that they all got glasses of bubbly. Then she pulled Jessica aside and whispered in her ear, “I have a present for you.” Taking Jessica’s hand, Erica pressed something into her palm, then turned on her heel and went back to her conversation with the blonde.

Jessica looked down and saw a small blue pill in her hand. This gave her pause. She was not in the habit of taking unidentified pills given to her by people she barely knew. But somehow or other, just at that moment, it felt like the right thing to do. She tossed it into her mouth and washed it down with Champagne.

A few minutes later they all made their way into the ballroom where the show was taking place. Sitting between Marie and Jane, Jessica felt a strange vibration course through her body. Something was definitely happening, she just didn’t know what yet.

After a few minutes some music started and a statuesque redhead in a lacy Victorian dress appeared. Slowly, playfully, toying with the crowd, she began to strip, first pulling the dress down off her shoulders, then down around her waist, then down to her ankles and off. This left her in stockings, a garter belt, panties and bra, all of black and red lace. She unsnapped the garters, pulled off the stockings, and was just going to work on the bra when the curtain came down.

When the curtain rose again there was a small couch on the stage, and on it sat a petite brunette who was quite lovely in her own right but was overshadowed by the stunning creature sitting next to her – a long-limbed siren with a mocha complexion and curly black hair. Jessica felt the craving stir between her legs, and it only grew stronger as the two girls slowly leaned towards each other and tentatively kissed.

30 seconds later they were making out passionately. They had started off fully clothed but soon began undressing each other, items of apparel flying hither and yon. They had gotten down to bras and panties and the brunette was just reaching for her companion’s bra strap when the stage lights snapped off and the curtain came down again. There was a chorus of mixed cheers, boos, and applause from the audience and Jessica used the brief period of darkness that ensued to run one hand up Marie’s thigh to her crotch, which had become quite juicy.

From there the show became an apparently endless procession of gorgeous, scantily-clad women, each more beautiful and less clothed than the last, but all still within the (very generous) bounds of decency defined for the occasion. The black girl from the couch scene reappeared several times, always looking equally amazing in a slightly different way. There was something about the curl of her mouth, sweet but with a hint of cruelty, that Jessica found absolutely mesmerizing.

At some point Jessica realized that she had lost all sense of time; it seemed like the show had been going on forever – not that she minded; she would have been happy to have it continue indefinitely. It had become less of a sexual experience for her than a spiritual one. She was not looking at hot girls in sexy clothes, but at the eternal beauty of Woman, passed down from mother to daughter across the centuries. She sat there lost in a state of rapture, one hand on Marie’s bare leg and one on Jane’s.

When it was over and the lights came up Jessica had tears in her eyes, and both Jane and Marie were looking at her strangely, though with affection. As the crowd began to disperse Jessica took a minute to pull herself together, and did not rise from her seat before sharing a long, loving kiss with each of her servants.

There was a reception afterward and more Champagne. Jessica found Erica and together they cooked up a scheme to have an afterparty back at the suite at the Four Seasons – with a very select guest list, of course. As they were talking, Jessica saw her favorite model from the show walk by, looking absolutely delectable in a short black skirt and knee-length black socks. Jessica nudged Erica and pointed, momentarily speechless.

“On that’s Chantelle,” said Erica. “I’ll go invite her.” And off she went.

Over the next hour Erica and Jessica made the rounds, inviting maybe 15 people between them. There was also a contingent of French models on hand, and Marie was dispatched to make their acquaintance. Afterward Jessica, Marie, and Jane returned to their hotel to prepare things. The same Asian girl from the night before was on the desk; Jessica caught her eye and winked on the way by.

Once upstairs Jessica ordered up a good selection of booze and a few foods to snack on, though she doubted anyone would be hungry, given the size of the spread at the reception. They set up the bar in the living room and Jessica handed both Jane and Marie trays, informing them that they would be serving as cocktail waitresses – wearing only their collars and aprons. That, Jessica thought, would set the right mood. She put some music on and told Marie to make her a martini, and sat down to wait.

Jessica enjoyed watching Marie walk toward her with the drink on a tray, breasts bobbing gently to a rhythm that fit perfectly with the song that was playing. She enjoyed it even more when Marie walked away, naked ass swaying elegantly.

About 15 minutes later Erica arrived, accompanied by the blonde she’d been talking to before the show, as well as a somewhat older Asian woman who Erica introduced as Mimi. Neither Jessica nor Mimi extended a hand; instead they just eyed each other coolly and nodded.

 

The blonde Erica did not introduce at all, but Jessica didn’t really notice; she was immediately fascinated by Mimi, who had an air of haughty authority about her and was scanning the room with a predatory gleam in her eyes. Suddenly Jessica felt a little on her guard. Mimi might be a kindred spirit; she might also be a worthy adversary.

They all sat down and Jane brought them drinks; cosmos for Erica and Blondie, scotch on the rocks for Mimi. If Mimi found anything odd about being served by someone with her breasts and rear end on display, she didn’t let on.

It was a little awkward at first, as they didn’t really know each other; but Erica, bless her heart, told a few stories that got everyone laughing, and soon it felt more like a party. Then more guests started arriving and before long both the living room and the parlor were filled with beautiful women. Jessica’s earlier intense high had settled down into a nice steady sense of well-being and heightened awareness, and she sat back contentedly in her chair, waiting for things to develop.