Friday, April 29, 2016

Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 134

Rebecca and Rose had always been close, ever since they were little girls, but in recent weeks their intimacy had taken on a more physical dimension. Discovering the pleasure they could give each other had opened their eyes in a lot of ways, and caused them to question some things they had previously taken for granted.

Both of them had long had doubts about their religion, but always kept them hidden, even from each other. Since becoming sexually active, though, they had begun to talk about it. They both agreed that what they did together, despite what they had been taught, was not sinful. It felt good and no one was hurt by it – who was to say that it was wrong? From there they began to question all the tenets of their faith, and discovered that many of them did not hold up to scrutiny.

Initially they had been extremely careful about where and when they had sex; there were no locks on the doors in Rebecca’s uncle’s house, and he had no compunction about violating their privacy as he saw fit. But over time they’d grown less and less cautious, almost like they wanted to get caught. So when one day he walked in on them 69ing, it was almost a relief; but still it had been traumatic. Rebecca’s uncle had a volatile temper, and they had never seen him so mad; for a minute they thought he was going to kill them, or beat them up at least, but in the end he’d simply banished them from the house.

This was difficult, too, as they had been suddenly torn away from their community and from the only life they’d ever known. But now that they were settled in at Tanya’s it was like a whole new life was opening up before them. They didn’t know what it was going to be like, but were excited by the many possibilities.

At Tanya’s they shared a bed in a room with a lock on the door, and they’d made love several times. But they kept the sexual nature of their relationship secret, unsure how Tanya and her husband would feel about it.

Tanya’s husband had left that morning on a business trip that would keep him out of town through New Year’s, and the three of them had agreed to have a movie night together. This in itself was exciting, as Rebecca and Rose had previously been forbidden to watch any movies but really terrible religious ones. Tanya and her husband were huge movie buffs and had an extensive DVD collection; after spending a long time browsing, Rebecca and Rose chose Black Swan, which looked like something they would never, ever have been allowed to see in their previous life.

It turned out to be everything they’d hoped for and more. They saw so much that was new and surprising to them, and could hardly believe their eyes when Mila Kunis and Natalie Portman started going at it. Rebecca looked over at Rose, astonished; she had no idea that they were allowed to show such things in movies. She thought it was the hottest thing she’d ever seen, but even so she managed to tear her eyes away long enough to see how their hostess was reacting.

Tanya’s eyes were glued to the screen, and she had a funny, far-away look in her eyes. She was so focused on the movie that she didn’t see Rebecca watching her, giving Rebecca a chance to really scrutinize her. It was hard to read her expression exactly, but she definitely seemed interested, which Rebecca took as a positive sign.

On previous nights Rose and Rebecca had waited to have sex until they felt sure that no one else in the house was awake. But tonight they were on each other the moment they hit the bed, and they were louder than they’d been before. When they were finished Rose immediately fell asleep, but Rebecca lay awake in bed, wondering if Tanya had heard them and what she was thinking.

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Ana arrived back in town late that night, again traveling alone. She had to work the next day and so had left the rest of the family to return home.

Her shift at the video store didn't start until 2 PM, so she had the morning to herself. She slept late and walked into town for pancakes. It was cool, crisp, sunny day out and she took the long way home, making a circuit of the local park.

There was a basketball court at one end of the park, and as she approached it Ana saw a single player at the far end. As she got closer she saw that it was a girl with long black hair tied back in a ponytail. She was wearing a number 23 jersey and had good form on her jump shot; as Ana watched she swished a three-pointer and held her follow-through with satisfaction.

When the girl went to retrieve her rebound she turned her face toward Ana, who recognized it immediately. It was Christina, whom Ana had played one-on-one with some weeks back. Ana smiled; she’d hoped she might get a chance at a rematch one day. Fortunately she had decent shoes on, and though she was wearing jeans instead of shorts, she wasn’t going to let that stop her.

Ana walked onto the court and greeted Christina, who had a healthy sweat going despite the coolness of the day. After they talked for a minute Ana challenged Christina to a game and Christina readily accepted.

Ana shucked off her sweater and did a few jumping jacks to warm up. She wasn’t wearing a sports bra, so her boobs bounced around a lot, but she kind of liked the way it felt. Ana took a few practice shots and declared herself ready; Christina told her to go ahead and take the ball out.

As before, their styles of play were markedly different. Christina was a slasher and a shooter, whereas Ana liked to post up and pound the ball down low. They both played with a lot of intensity, working hard on defense, and before long both of them were drenched in sweat.

Christina took an early lead, but Ana came battling back, and they ended up tied 20-20 with the game to 21. Ana had the ball on the right block and was dribbling, backing down her smaller opponent, slowly pushing Christina underneath the basket. All game long Christina had struggled to deal with Ana’s superior strength, sometimes resorting to pushing and holding. Ana never called a foul, though; in fact she rather enjoyed the contact.

With the game on the line, Christina dug in, using every bit of leverage she could muster to try to keep Ana away from the basket. But in the end Ana got to a spot she liked and turned to loft a short hook shot. Christina wrapped her up with both arms to try to force her to call a foul, but still Ana got the shot off and it went in.

Afterwards Christina graciously and sincerely congratulated her opponent. “Good game,” she said. “You’re a baller.”

“Thanks, Christina. You’ve got some game yourself.”

Ana used her sleeve to wipe the sweat from her brow. “Hey, you want to come to my place for a cold drink? It’s just like, two blocks from here.”

Christina accepted and together they walked to Ana’s house. Now that they were no longer running it was starting to feel a bit cold, but fortunately the house was nice and warm. Ana grabbed them each a bottle of gatorade and a towel and they went to the living room. There happened to be an NBA game on TV, so for awhile they sat and watched together on the couch.

Ana found herself distracted, though. She’d never realized that basketball could get her so turned on. It was something to do with the competition, the physical contact, the bumping and grinding. Not to mention that Christina was sexy as hell, and she looked especially beautiful now, suffused with the afterglow of a good workout.

Ana looked Christina up and down. Smooth brown skin, strong legs, muscular yet feminine shoulders and arms. Her boobs were smaller than Ana’s, and compressed further by her sports bra, but there was still definitely a girl under that jersey.

After a few minutes of indecision, Ana made up her mind. Maybe it was the confidence she’d built by winning the game, or maybe it was just the mood she was in that day, but she decided to just say fuck it. Without further ado she leaned over, took Christina’s face in her hands, and kissed her.

Though taken by surprise, Christina didn’t resist, and in a second she was kissing back. From there it was like a switch had been flipped. Christina and Ana made out passionately, pressed their bodies together, and then practically tore each other’s clothes off. When Ana got Christina’s bra off she sucked her tits hungrily, taking each one into her mouth, her hand reaching down to squeeze Christina’s ass. Christina’s brown skin was sweaty, salty, and delicious.

When her turn came, Christina could not begin to fit Ana’s enormous melons into her mouth; she looked like a baby nursing, which made Ana think of Gabi and of their afternoon together. But she reminded herself to be in the here and now, which at the moment meant getting Christina’s shorts and panties off and getting busy.


Friday, April 15, 2016

Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 133

After dinner, Jessica retired to the living room with Janice and Celeste, leaving Jane and Marie to clean up. Jessica poured the three of them cognacs, and Janice reached into her purse and produced a treat of her own: a joint the size of her ring finger.

“My sister-in-law gave it to me,” explained Janice. “She grows it. Says it’s really phenomenal. You got a lighter?”

Jessica found a lighter and Janice lit up. She took a big puff and handed the joint to Jessica, who in turn passed it to Celeste.

By the time Jane and Marie joined them, the air was cloudy with smoke and all three women were sporting Cheshire-cat grins. Celeste said something in French and Jessica looked to Marie for a translation.

“She says she feels like a balloon,” Marie said. “Like she’s going to float away.”

Jessica laughed. “Tell her not to worry. Tell her she’s a human being on the surface of planet Earth and she’s very safe.” Marie cocked an eyebrow but dutifully translated. “I tell you what,” added Jessica, “this stuff is making me horny as fuck.”

“Yeah, she said it might do that,” explained Janice. “She said it could be a little dangerous that way.”

“Marie, come here,” ordered Jessica, and Marie obediently dropped to her knees in front of her mistress. She helped Jessica take off her pants and panties and went to work. Janice, meanwhile, gestured to Jane and lifted her skirt; she was naked underneath. Kneeling, Jane leaned in and began by kissing and licking Janice’s inner thighs, working her way gradually toward the middle.

Celeste sat and watched, sipping her cognac. Jessica looked over at her, wondering what she might be thinking. Celeste absolutely fascinated her; there was something about her that was so familiar and yet at the same time so alien. Jessica found herself thinking, if I’d grown up where she grew up, experienced what she’d experienced, would we be the same, or would we still be different?

After coming a couple times Jessica told Marie that she could go sit down. She still felt pretty horny, but also very relaxed and creative; she had a vision of what she wanted to do next, and set about making it happen. Once Janice was done with Jane, Jessica told Jane and Marie to take their clothes off. Then she told Marie to get some rope and bind Jane according to her specifications: on her hands and knees with her hands tied behind her back.

Jessica had Marie attach another rope that pulled Jane’s hands upward, forcing her into a not-quite-comfortable position that pushed her breasts forward. Then Jessica herself tied Marie in a similar position as best she could; her ropework was not as skilled as Marie’s, but she got the job done. Finally, Jessica ball-gagged both girls and stood back to survey her handiwork. She was pleased.

Taking Celeste by the hand, Jessica led her toward the hallway. “We’ll be right back,” she said to Janice. “Make yourself at home.” While they were gone, Janice amused herself by alternately spanking and fingering the two bound women.

A few minutes later, Janice looked up and beheld a beautiful sight: Jessica and Celeste striding into the room like two goddesses, a thick strap-on dangling from each of their pelvises. Janice instantly dropped to her knees and took a shaft in each hand; she was surprised and delighted to feel the vibration emanating from them, and the soft texture of their surfaces. She licked the head and the shaft of each dildo, then took each one in turn into her mouth.

Janice gave her all to sucking the two fake cocks, imagining herself a slave girl submitting to two queens. When she had a mouthful of Celeste’s strap-on Jessica moved around behind her, yanked her hips back, and penetrated her forcefully. Janice gasped as the strap-on stretched her, then moaned as she felt it vibrating inside her.

Briefly removing the cock from her mouth, Janice cried out “Fuck. Yes!” before deep-throating the whole length, loving the feeling of being completely filled from both ends. From across the room Jane and Marie looked on raptly, desperately wishing that they could get involved somehow.

Rolling Janice onto her back, Jessica spun her around and mouth-fucked her while Celeste stuffed her cunt. By the time they were done with her, Janice was a sweat-soaked, quivering mass. It was all she could do to crawl over to the couch, heave herself onto it, and lay there twitching with a big, dumb smile on her face.

After taking a minute to sip some cognac, Jessica walked over behind Jane. She nodded to Celeste, who took up a similar position behind Marie. In the minutes that followed they gave the two bound girls everything they wanted, and then some.

Jessica and Celeste returned to the couch and sat down on either side of Janice, who was sitting up now, looking much recovered. She had relit the joint and now gave it to Celeste, who took a drag and passed it on to Jessica.

Janice wanted only one thing to make her night complete. She wanted to see if the taste of Celeste’s pussy was as exotic as everything else about the new girl in town. Unfastening Celeste’s harness, Janice got rid of the strap-on and leaned down between Celeste’s legs. She was not disappointed with what she found there. Celeste was utterly delicious, and Janice gobbled her pussy with complete abandon.

Jessica had an itch that needed scratching, so she untied the rope holding Marie in place, leaving her hands bound behind her back. After removing Marie’s gag Jessica fitted her with a face dildo and made her crawl over to the recliner, where Jessica sat with her legs splayed wide. Marie had the privilege of penetrating her mistress with the black plastic cock sticking out from her face.

When she finally dressed and took her leave, about an hour later, Janice thanked her hostess profusely and hugged and kissed Jane, Marie, and especially Celeste. Janice shook her head. “Truly, Jess, you are the hostess with the mostest.”

Jessica grinned. “I’m so glad you could make it,. We’ll have to do it again sometime.”