Friday, December 18, 2015

Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 122

The only light in the living room came from the fire in the fireplace and a couple of candles that Marie had lit. Some mellow music was playing; Jessica poured everyone a snifter of brandy and for awhile they all just sat around staring at the fire.

Then a new song started, something slow but sinuous with an African rhythm. Moving as if impelled by a force beyond her control, Celeste stood up and began to dance.

The rest of them just watched, hypnotized, as Celeste swayed and gyrated, firelight reflecting orange on her ebony skin. Her dance was both innocent and sexy, expressing both sensual pleasure and a pure radiant joy. Looking on, Jessica realized that she already felt a deep intimacy with Celeste, although they’d barely spoken and never even kissed. Looking around the room she felt like they were complete, now, as a family. She hadn’t realized that anything had been missing before, but apparently it had.

A new song started, one with a heavier groove and a bassline that made the floor vibrate. Modulating the rhythm of her movement, Celeste began to strip. She pulled off first her shirt, then her bra. For a while she danced topless, nipples jutting out boldly, breasts bobbing gently up and down. Jessica bit her lip, a sheen forming on her forehead, wetness between her legs beginning to make itself known.

Still flowing with the music, Celeste somehow, without missing a beat, got her pants off and let them fall. Now she was dancing in just panties and socks, turning and posing, showing off her assets. Jessica sat and sipped her cognac, wide-eyed with wonder at the beauty before her.

Then Celeste’s panties hit the ground at Jessica’s feet. Her naked body was magnificent, glistening, glowing. She twirled once, twice, three times, and landed in Jessica’s lap. The two of them looked into each other’s eyes from inches away. Something passed between them, some unspoken communication. And then they kissed.

Celeste’s lips were plump, juicy, and pillowy-soft. Jessica chewed and sucked on them, feeling the warmth of Celeste’s nude body against hers. Then their tongues met, probing gently into each other’s mouths. Jessica reached out and gently caressed one erect nipple, then cupped the breast, feeling its weight in her hand.

When they broke the kiss, Celeste quietly whispered a few words in French into Jessica’s ear. She didn’t know what they meant, but they sounded wonderful. Then, in one deft move, Celeste spun and dropped, ending up on her knees in front of Jessica. She untied the sash of Jessica’s robe and let it fall open.

Jessica looked over at Marie. “Tell her she doesn’t have to do this.”

Marie translated for Celeste, who replied with a few sentences in French. “She says she wants to,” said Marie. “She says you’re a very beautiful woman. She says just lay back and let her do the work.”

Celeste raised up on her knees and leaned forward to lick and suck one of Jessica’s nipples, then the other. Jessica sighed and leaned back in her chair, catching a whiff of her own arousal drifting up from between her legs.

Jane and Marie cuddled together on the couch, watching as Celeste lavished attention on Jessica’s breasts, licking every inch of them, taking each one into her mouth, gently biting each nipple. Jessica closed her eyes, savoring the wet softness of the younger woman’s mouth on her flesh.

Celeste kissed Jessica’s sternum, tongued her navel. She traced her lips across the smooth skin of Jessica’s abdomen, pressed her nose into the nest of silky blond curls.

Just then Jessica began to have a sort of out-of-body experience...it was like she was floating above, looking down at the exquisite dark-skinned beauty poised between her legs. Her own head was thrown back, arms gripping the chair, eyes closed in a transport of ecstasy. Celeste extended her tongue and ran the tip gently along the furrow between Jessica’s pussy lips; Jessica saw her body shiver, heard a moan emerge from deep in her diaphragm.

Then it was over, and she was back in her body, vibrating with pleasure as Celeste’s tongue fluttered on her clit. Jessica opened her eyes and looked down at Celeste, who met her gaze coolly, and then she was coming – back arching, toes pointing, cunt muscles spasming wildly. She let out a long, throaty moan and went limp.

Marie and Jane looked at each other. Neither of them had ever made their mistress respond quite like that. Celeste was gifted, clearly. She also knew exactly how long to let Jessica recover before starting up again, at first slowly and then gradually accelerating toward another orgasm. In all she made Jessica come five times before she stopped and rested her head on Jessica’s thigh. Jessica stroked Celeste’s hair and caught her breath as she gazed at the crackling fire, suffused by a deep sense of contentment and well-being.

* * *

After closing and belting her robe, Jessica had refilled her glass of cognac, added another log to the fire, and returned to her seat, wrapping a blanket around herself. She had an idea of what she wanted to happen next, and being who she was, she made it happen.

Marie, Jane, and Celeste arranged themselves in a circle near the fireside, close enough that their breasts were touching. All three were naked now except for their socks. For awhile they just kissed, in pairs and all together. Then they began to play with each other’s boobs, stroking each other’s nipples to see whose could get the hardest and longest. Celeste was the winner, and in recognition of this, Marie and Jane treated her breasts to a thorough tongue bath.

At Jessica’s behest, Marie stretched Celeste out full-length on the plush white area rug in front of the fireplace. The darkness of her skin made for a striking contrast against that background; it would have made a nice painting, Jessica thought.

Marie and Jane knelt by Celeste’s feet, bending forward until their heads were at ground level; in this pose it almost looked like they were praying. Each kissed one of Celeste’s feet, and then they began to work their way up their respective legs, kissing and licking ankles, knees, thighs. They met between Celeste’s legs, where Jane went low, Marie high, both tongues extending to make contact with Celeste’s pussy.

Celeste arched her back and planted her feet, lifting her hips slightly to give Marie and Jane better access. Jessica, watching, slipped a hand between her thighs as Celeste murmured quietly to herself in French.

As her orgasm approached Celeste’s voice grew louder. “Baise-moi!” she shouted as Jane tongue-fucked her and Marie lapped at her clit. When she came it was volcanic; she kicked her legs out and accidentally clipped Marie in the side of the head with one knee. Marie sprawled to the floor and Celeste rolled onto one side, gently rubbing the side of Marie’s temple where she’d been hit and repeatedly apologizing in a remorseful tone.

“You OK?” asked Jessica.

“Fine,” answered Marie. “No permanent damage.” 

Celeste said a few words in French and rolled over onto her back again. What she said must have been something like “Let me make you feel better,” because Marie moved to straddle Celeste’s face. Jessica could see Marie’s pussy lips silhouetted clearly in the firelight as Celeste lifted her head and penetrated Marie with her tongue.

Jane, having nothing better to do, went back to work between Celeste’s legs. After a few minutes Marie let herself sink down on top of Celeste and she and Jane once again combined their efforts as Celeste continued to lick away industriously.

Jessica sat back in her chair, sipping her cognac and enjoying the spectacle. In the absence of anyone to toast with, she lifted her glass and toasted life itself, which was treating her very well at the moment.

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Friday, December 11, 2015

Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 121

Jessica sat gazing out the train window at the dark, wintry landscape rolling by. The first rays of sunlight were just visible on the eastern horizon, marking the end of one of the strangest nights of her life. To her left, Jane was snoozing peacefully; across the aisle from them, Marie and Celeste were likewise asleep. Marie had toppled sideways such that her head was resting on Celeste’s right shoulder.

The drive from the whorehouse back to the city had been uneventful. Jessica had sat facing the rear the entire way, scanning to see if they were followed, but the roads were mostly empty and the few vehicles they did see were all headed the other way. They stopped back at the hotel just long enough to pack up and check out. Jessica assigned Jane and Marie the task of getting all their stuff together while she used the hotel phone to make an anonymous tip to the police. She hoped this would help anyone else still being held captive at the mansion.

Josie was at the front desk when they checked out, and nervously avoided meeting Jessica’s eyes. After signing off on the astronomical bill, Jessica said, “Thank you so much for the excellent service.”

Josie looked up at her now and, smiling sheepishly, replied, “It was my pleasure.”

Rocky drove them to the train station and helped them get their luggage to the curb. There were hugs and kisses all around, and Celeste embraced Rocky warmly, kissing her on both cheeks while talking to her in French.

“She says she is deeply in your debt for the way you have helped her,” said Marie. “She will never forget you.”

Rocky tipped her hat and said, “Just doing my job, ma’am.” Marie translated this phrase for Celeste, who looked at Rocky quizzically, unsure of what she meant. Everyone laughed and Celeste smiled, happy to have amused them, though not sure why.

“Come and visit us sometime,” said Jessica.

Rocky looked from her to Marie, to Jane, to Celeste, and then back to Jessica. “I might just do that.” Then she turned and went back to her place behind the wheel, while the rest of them wheeled their luggage into the train station.

* * *

As they approached their home station, Jessica roused everyone and they gathered their things for arrival. The sun was just rising over the trees to their left as they trudged to the parking lot. The air was crisp and cool, and it felt to Jessica like the beginning of a glorious new day. But she was also tired, running on no sleep at all. So she let Jane drive them home as Marie and Celeste sat in the back, Marie pointing out local landmarks, Celeste asking questions about things they saw.

About a half-hour later they pulled into the garage. Jessica breathed a big sigh of relief as she walked into the house – she finally felt safe. And with that feeling a huge wave of fatigue hit her; suddenly she wanted nothing more than to be in bed. She made a beeline for the bedroom, shedding clothes as she went and leaving a trail on the floor, and was down to her panties, ready to dive between the sheets, when she stopped short.

The bed was occupied. Janice was laying on her side, facing away from Jessica; Olivia was on her back, arms thrown back over her head. They were both naked, which just for a moment gave Jessica ideas; but really she was too tired for anything like that.

Jessica put her hand on Janice’s shoulder and rocked her gently back and forth a few times until her eyes popped open. “Oh, hi, Jess,” said Janice, her mouth stretching into a huge yawn. “You’re home.” She nudged Olivia, who blinked her eyes a few times and reflexively pulled the sheet up to cover her nakedness. She immediately felt embarrassed, like she’d been caught doing something wrong, though that wasn’t really the case here.

Noting Jessica’s state of undress, Janice felt a tingle between her legs as she thought of the threesome she assumed was coming. But instead Jessica politely asked them to vacate the bed so she could get in. Five minutes later they were dressed and on their way – though not before being briefly introduced to the enchanting newcomer, Celeste – and Jessica was fast asleep.

* * *

Jessica woke up feeling disoriented. It was already dark outside; she had slept long and hard, having all kinds of crazy dreams. As she woke, the events of the recent days started coming back to her; just for a moment she wondered if that had all been a dream too, if there really was no such person as Celeste.

Putting on a robe, she walked out into the living room, where Jane sat drinking a glass of wine and reading a magazine. Seeing Jessica, Jane put down her glass, thinking something was going to be required of her. But Jessica just walked right past her, drawn by a delectable odor coming from the kitchen.

In the kitchen she found Marie and Celeste in aprons, pots and pans everywhere, several dishes going on the stove. There was chicken and rice, and some kind of vegetable stew. Jessica tasted each and nodded her head, looking over at Celeste, who nodded back. “Bonjour,” said Celeste, and Jessica responded in kind.

Glancing at the calendar on the refrigerator, Jessica remembered that it was Christmas Eve. Time to celebrate. Inside the fridge, Marie had already put two bottles on champagne on chill; Jessica pulled one out and popped the cork. She poured glasses for everyone and handed them out, toasting their good fortune, their beauty, the future.

At Jessica’s prompting, Jane set the table, and a few minutes later they sat down to eat. Everyone was starving; the food was delicious, and they set to it with abandon, saying little until they’d had their fill. By the time everyone sat back in their chairs to breathe, both bottles of champagne were gone and there were only scraps of food left on the table.

Feeling generous, Jessica volunteered to help Jane clean up, instructing Marie and Celeste to start a fire and relax. When the kitchen was clean enough to meet Jessica’s exacting standards, she grabbed a bottle of cognac from the cupboard and headed to the living room.