Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 109

Taking Erica by the hand, Jessica weaved her way through the crowd to the bedroom. Once there she opened the trunk where they kept their sex toys, reached in, and pulled out her new special friend. The room had a dimmer switch, so Jessica lowered the light to a nice, romantic level before giving Erica a long, lingering kiss with lots of tongue.

Moving slowly and deliberately, Jessica undressed, got the strap-on ready, and climbed onto the bed. Reclining on her back, she said to Erica, “Just to be clear, I won’t be billed for this, right?”

Erica frowned and shook her head. “No, I’m off the clock tonight.” She looked a little put out – Jessica couldn’t quite tell if she was playing around or really hurt. But in a moment the clouds had passed from Erica’s face and she was all sunshine again, pulling her skirt off over her head and dropping it to the floor.

Jessica flipped the switch on the strap-on and immediately felt a lovely little tingle in her clit. Erica knelt on the bed and leaned down to get a better look at the high-tech dildo. It was buzzing ever so slightly, with just a hint of visible vibration. Erica extended her tongue and touched it to the tip; a slight shiver ran through her whole body, like she’d been given a very mild electric shock.

The texture of the strap-on felt nice, she thought; not like the usual slick plastic. She ran her tongue up and down it and proceeded to give a very convincing pantomime of a blowjob, looking up into Jessica’s eyes the whole time. Jessica enjoyed it so much that she could have sworn the dildo had nerve endings, that she could feel Erica’s tongue on her cock; and she actually did have a small orgasm. Nothing explosive, but more like a feeling of immense warmth radiating out from between her legs.

Jessica closed her eyes for a moment, soaking up the blissful feeling, and when she opened them Erica was standing over her. Bending forward, Erica took the shaft of the dildo in one hand and used it for support as she began to gently lower herself. She felt the tip make contact with her pussy lips and shuddered, chewing on her lower lip. Moving as slowly as possible, feeling each millimeter as it entered, Erica let herself sink all the way down until the full length was inside her.

“Wow, that’s niiiiiice,” she purred, and came almost immediately. Jessica felt Erica’s nails dig into her and flinched a bit; they were sharp. Erica’s face contorted, scrunching up into a tight ball, then relaxed. No sound escaped her lips, though, except a very slight “Unh.”

Reaching down to get a grip on Jessica’s breasts, Erica began to move, gradually raising herself up seven or eight inches, then abruptly letting herself fall so the shaft impaled her. She quickly came again, with similar facial contortions, and this time let out a low, guttural growl.

In the space of ten minutes Erica climaxed half a dozen times, each time a little more loudly, finishing with an epic yowl that must have been heard by everyone in the suite, despite the background noise and music. Erica rolled off and stretched out on the bed beside Jessica, chest heaving, muscles twitching. “That,” she said, “is one magic johnson.”

Jessica switched off and relaxed. It was quiet in the room for a minute, then the door opened and a face poked in. It was Chantelle, her perfect cheekbones beautifully accented by the dim light, black curls framed by a pale orange halo. “Is everything OK in here?”

Erica grinned at her. “Better than OK,” she said. “Come in here, girl.”

She stepped in and closed the door behind her. “Chantelle, this is Jessica,” said Erica. “Our charming hostess.”

Chantelle curtsied adorably. “Pleased to meet you.” She was wearing a silver dress that was cut very high on the bottom, barely covering her pubes, and long socks that went up above her knees. This left just a few inches of tantalizing flesh visible on each thigh.

Erica took the shaft of the strap-on in one hand and pointed it straight at Chantelle. “And this is Magic,” she said.

Standing, Erica approached Chantelle and kissed her warmly on the lips, then reached down to lift her dress up and off. Chantelle was naked underneath, so this left her in just the socks. She looked absolutely delectable, Jessica thought. Her mocha skin was perfect from head to toe, her small breasts high and tight. Her black pubic hair was sparse and achingly lovely.

Erica took it upon herself to get Chantelle warmed up. She sucked both tits then dropped to her knees, lifting Chantelle’s left leg and draping it over her shoulder. Chantelle sank back against the wall and closed her eyes, her soft folds opening of their own accord to admit Erica’s tongue.

Once Chantelle was nice and wet, Erica took her by the hand and brought her to the bed. With Erica’s support and encouragement, Chantelle positioned herself over Jessica, and Erica held the strap-on in one hand as Chantelle eased herself down onto it. When it was all the way in Jessica reached down and flipped the switch, and Chantelle’s expression immediately changed, her mouth forming a wide-open “O.”

Chantelle lasted longer than Erica had; it took maybe 30 seconds before the first orgasm washed over her. When it did, she raised herself slightly and pivoted 180 degrees, moving into reverse-cowgirl position. Since Chantelle was now facing her, Erica bent over and again licked and bit her nipples.

Showing remarkable flexibility, Chantelle leaned back and braced herself with one hand on either side of Jessica. She ground herself slowly onto the shaft of the strap-on, up and down, up and down; Jessica met her every movement in perfect rhythm, driving up into her again and again. For awhile there was only that; everything else in the world disappeared for them – except for Erica, who now dropped to her knees and touched the tip of her tongue to Chantelle’s clit.

Chantelle had been on the edge already, and this sent her over, hard. She came violently, throwing her head back and howling, sounding almost like a wolf or a coyote. Then she fell all the way back onto Jessica and the strap-on popped out, standing tall and proud, pointing straight at the ceiling.

Jessica wasn’t done with her yet, though. After rolling Chantelle off of her onto the bed, Jessica sat up and unbuckled the strap-on. Setting it aside, she sat for a few moments just gazing down at the beautiful creature below her, letting Chantelle catch her breath. Then she moved to straddle Chantelle’s face, leaving no doubt that she expected to have her pussy licked. Chantelle complied politely, lifting her head a little to plant a kiss on Jessica’s labia, then going to work with her tongue.

Seeing Chantelle’s delicious-looking cunt waiting there just a few feet away, Jessica went ahead and let herself tip forward so her full weight rested on the younger girl. She expected that Chantelle would taste wonderful, and was not disappointed. In fact it seemed like possibly the best thing she’d ever tasted. She spread Chantelle’s legs as wide as they would go and jammed her tongue deep inside, simultaneously mashing her own pussy onto Chantelle’s face.

Erica, meanwhile, sat back on the edge of the bed, switched on Magic, and used him to pleasure herself as she watched.

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