Tara leaned back, still holding Olivia’s pigtails, and let her legs splay open. She gasped as Olivia’s tongue entered her, and looked out at the sea of faces below. She could hardly believe she was doing this, but there was no denying that her pussy was as wet as it had ever been.
Claire pulled her dress up over her head and off. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath except an enormous black strap-on, which she took in one hand and pointed toward the crowd. Grinning devilishly, she put a finger to her mouth to indicate silence, and moved over behind Olivia.
Olivia, her head buried in Tara’s crotch, was genuinely surprised when she felt the dildo push into her; they hadn’t worked out all the details ahead of time. She looked back over her shoulder at Claire, wide-eyed, her mouth formed into a perfect “O.” But then Tara tugged again on the pigtails, guiding Olivia’s head back between her legs.
Tara now gripped Olivia’s shoulders, grinding her pussy into Olivia’s face as Claire repeatedly slammed the strap-on home. This went on until Tara finally climaxed, whereupon she again took hold of Olivia’s pigtails, this time to pull her away.
Claire pulled out and Olivia — whose hands were still cuffed behind her back — had to sit back on her haunches to avoid losing her balance. From this position she really looked out at the audience for the first time. A sea of female faces were watching them raptly, every eye riveted on the stage. Clearly, their little show was having an effect. She saw one woman cupping another’s breasts from behind. Others were openly touching themselves; one had lifted her skirt, another had unbuttoned her jeans.
Claire and Tara, meanwhile, had switched places, Claire handing Tara the strap-on and sitting down in the chair when Tara vacated it. When Olivia turned back around, she was staring right into Claire’s glistening-wet, red-hair-fringed pussy. She licked her lips; it looked absolutely delicious, and Olivia knew that every woman watching wished they were in her place.
Olivia leaned forward and ran her tongue up the length of Claire’s slit, then kissed Claire’s clit and nuzzled her nose into the soft nest of pubic curls. She felt Tara’s hands on her hips, then bit her lip as the head of the dildo penetrated her. Soon she was lapping away eagerly at Claire’s cunt as Tara pounded into her from behind.
One of Tara’s hands slid down underneath Olivia, squeezed her breasts and nipples, traced down her belly, and crept between her legs. When Tara began to stroke her clit, Olivia could feel her orgasm approaching, but she tried to hold it off until she could finish with Claire. She focused on the unsexiest things she could think of while keeping her tongue moving.
When Claire began to spasm, clamping Olivia’s head between her thighs, Olivia let herself go. A wave of the purest ecstasy washed over her, permeating her from head to toe; she went completely limp. When Claire released her grip, Tara took hold of the chain connecting Olivia’s handcuffs to keep her from toppling over. As a loud round of applause sounded, Olivia blinked her eyes as if just waking up.
Standing, Claire helped Olivia to her feet, then eased her down into the chair. Claire and Tara had just knelt down between her spread legs when the curtain went down.
The ovation was thunderous. The three performers grinned at each other, glowing with post-orgasmic bliss and the excitement of what they’d just done. They were bonded together now in a new and different way.
Donna appeared from the wings, key in hand, and uncuffed Olivia. A minute later the curtain went up again and the three naked girls stood hand-in-hand with Olivia in the middle. They took a big bow to a chorus of cheers, whistles, and whoops. Then the curtain descended once more and they made their way down the hallway, still nude, to locate their street clothes.
After dressing they headed for the front door, in the process once again passing through the ballroom. The music had started again, and the party had started to transform into a general orgy; there was naked dancing, and clusters of bodies writhing left and right. But Claire, Tara, and Olivia agreed that they were done here; they weaved a serpentine path through the crowd toward the exit.
At a table that had been set up in the corner they saw Mimi, sitting smoking a small cigar, leaning back against the wall. Under the table a blond head bobbed between her legs. She locked eyes with Claire, then with Tara, then with Olivia. She inclined her head slightly toward each one, but no one attempted to speak over the loud background music. There was nothing to be said anyway; their business was concluded, at least for now.
Outside, they all piled into Claire’s car. It was freezing in there and they sat rubbing their hands together, teeth chattering, until the car finally warmed up. Then they made their way to Claire’s apartment, where they talked, laughed, drank, and fucked until dawn.
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Friday, July 29, 2016
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 140
Rose shivered visibly when Tanya’s tongue touched her, and Rebecca felt a
sympathetic vibration between her own legs. She reached down to touch
herself as Tanya began, somewhat awkwardly, to lick Rose’s pussy. There
was a look of intense concentration on Tanya’s face; she wanted very
sincerely to make Rose happy. Rebecca saw Rose’s petals part as Tanya’s
tongue slid between them, saw a look of dreamy distraction come over
Rose’s face.
For awhile time seemed to stop; it was quiet in the room with Tanya’s head bobbing up and down, back and forth as Rebecca watched with bated breath, fingering herself with one hand. The spell was broken when Tanya found Rose’s clit and she came explosively, body contorting as she gripped Tanya’s head between her thighs.
When Rose released her Tanya sat up and looked over at Rebecca as if seeking the younger woman’s approval. Stepping forward, Rebecca took Tanya’s chin in her hands and leaned down to kiss her, relishing the familiar taste of Rose’s pussy on her lips.
They changed positions as if choreographed, Rose standing up from the bed and Rebecca taking her place. Rebecca leaned back, letting her legs fall open, ready to receive the reward that she had earned.
* * *
Meanwhile, over at Mimi’s, Claire, Tara, and Olivia were getting ready to go on stage. There was a loud clamor coming from the waiting crowd, and Olivia found herself wondering what she’d gotten herself into. Her plan for the night had involved a little burglary, sure, and some sabotage — but not participating in a live sex show. Here she was, though, pussy throbbing as she anticipated what was about to happen.
They’d spent most of the last hour hashing out what they were going to do, then raiding Mimi’s extensive storeroom for an appropriate wardrobe. Mimi had wanted them to re-enact the photo shoot that had been the cause of this whole dustup — something that many of the women in the audience were already familiar with — but they rejected that idea out of hand. They discussed several different concepts but in the end decided on a scenario that Claire devised based on a dream she’d once had.
Olivia was dressed in a white blouse, white skirt, and white knee socks. Her hair was done up in pigtails, making her look even younger than she actually was. Claire and Tara were both wearing frilly, old-fashioned gowns that were tight around the waist and showed off their cleavage to nice effect. They had even enlisted Donna, the security guard, in the effort; she stood next to Olivia in her uniform, idly twirling a pair of handcuffs.
Mimi appeared and told Claire and Tara to take their places. They were sitting on matching plush chairs at stage right, fanning themselves, when the curtain went up. Donna, meanwhile, cuffed Olivia’s hands behind her back and picked up a handful of flowers that Mimi had sat down next to her.
From the audience’s perspective Donna and Olivia entered from the right, Donna leading the handcuffed girl with one hand, holding the flowers in the other. She steered Olivia across the stage and they stood in front of Tara and Claire.
“I found this one picking flowers out by the creek,” she said. “Again.”
Claire shook her head. “You just don’t learn, do you?” she said. Olivia looked down at the floor, refusing to meet Claire’s eyes or respond. “Leave her to us,” she said to Donna, who nodded and exited after sitting the flowers down on a table.
Standing, Claire walked over to Olivia, opened her blouse, and pinched each of her nipples. After slapping each breast and watching it jiggle, Claire spun Olivia around and bent her over the table. In this position her head was just inches away from the pile of flowers, which were a random assortment of different colors and varieties. “Whose flowers are these?” barked Claire.
“Yours, ma’am,” answered Olivia meekly.
“Goddamn right,” said Claire. “And what are you going to give me in return?”
“I... um...” stuttered Olivia. “Any... anything you want, ma’am.”
“You better believe it,” said Claire. She picked up a pink carnation and pushed the stem into Olivia’s mouth; Olivia obediently bit down on it, looking up meekly.
Tara, meanwhile, had picked up two riding crops that were leaning against the wall. She handed one to Claire, who reached down to lift Olivia’s skirt, revealing white cotton panties — which Claire now pulled down around the younger woman’s knees. “After you,” she said to Tara.
“No, after you,” insisted Tara.
“On three, then.” They positioned themselves on either side of Olivia, and when Claire counted three, they each brought their crop down on the nearest butt cheek. Olivia yelped and trembled. After that they began alternating blows, first Claire, than Tara, then Claire. The audience cheered and clapped every time one of the crops landed on Olivia’s rump; this egged them on, making them hit a little harder than they would have otherwise.
When Olivia’s ass was glowing a nice, warm red Claire and Tara dropped their crops. Tara pulled Olivia’s panties all the way down and off and kicked her feet apart so her legs were spread wide and her weight rested entirely on the table.
It was quiet in the room suddenly, as if everyone was holding their breath, waiting to see what would happen next. As a result, when Claire and Tara started to finger Olivia the squishing sounds that her pussy made were clearly audible, as were her soft, whimpering moans.
Tara fed Olivia fingers covered in her own juice as Claire dropped to her knees and penetrated the Asian girl with her tongue. Olivia’s moans grew deeper and louder and the crowd seemingly exhaled as one, murmurs of excitement rippling through the room. Playing to the crowd, Tara did a striptease, first revealing her breasts and pushing each one into Olivia’s mouth. Then she wriggled out of her dress and teasingly pulled off her panties.
Sitting down in one of the chairs at stage right, Tara spread her legs and began to touch herself as she watched Claire tongue-fuck Olivia. Soon Olivia had a massive, quivering orgasm, drawing a round of applause from the audience — surprising Olivia, who had closed her eyes and forgotten where she was and what she was doing, lost completely in a world of pleasure.
Claire stood Olivia up, led her over to where Tara sat, and pushed her down onto her knees. Olivia hesitated, suddenly aware of all the people looking at her. How had she come to be in this position — bound, exposed, performing depraved sexual acts for an audience of strangers?
Growing impatient, Tara took hold of Olivia’s pigtails and used them to pull Olivia’s head down into her crotch. Olivia had no choice but to stick her tongue out and get to work, and once she did, she discovered that Tara’s cunt was incredibly creamy and delicious. She began to lick it enthusiastically, again forgetting that anyone was watching.
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For awhile time seemed to stop; it was quiet in the room with Tanya’s head bobbing up and down, back and forth as Rebecca watched with bated breath, fingering herself with one hand. The spell was broken when Tanya found Rose’s clit and she came explosively, body contorting as she gripped Tanya’s head between her thighs.
When Rose released her Tanya sat up and looked over at Rebecca as if seeking the younger woman’s approval. Stepping forward, Rebecca took Tanya’s chin in her hands and leaned down to kiss her, relishing the familiar taste of Rose’s pussy on her lips.
They changed positions as if choreographed, Rose standing up from the bed and Rebecca taking her place. Rebecca leaned back, letting her legs fall open, ready to receive the reward that she had earned.
* * *
Meanwhile, over at Mimi’s, Claire, Tara, and Olivia were getting ready to go on stage. There was a loud clamor coming from the waiting crowd, and Olivia found herself wondering what she’d gotten herself into. Her plan for the night had involved a little burglary, sure, and some sabotage — but not participating in a live sex show. Here she was, though, pussy throbbing as she anticipated what was about to happen.
They’d spent most of the last hour hashing out what they were going to do, then raiding Mimi’s extensive storeroom for an appropriate wardrobe. Mimi had wanted them to re-enact the photo shoot that had been the cause of this whole dustup — something that many of the women in the audience were already familiar with — but they rejected that idea out of hand. They discussed several different concepts but in the end decided on a scenario that Claire devised based on a dream she’d once had.
Olivia was dressed in a white blouse, white skirt, and white knee socks. Her hair was done up in pigtails, making her look even younger than she actually was. Claire and Tara were both wearing frilly, old-fashioned gowns that were tight around the waist and showed off their cleavage to nice effect. They had even enlisted Donna, the security guard, in the effort; she stood next to Olivia in her uniform, idly twirling a pair of handcuffs.
Mimi appeared and told Claire and Tara to take their places. They were sitting on matching plush chairs at stage right, fanning themselves, when the curtain went up. Donna, meanwhile, cuffed Olivia’s hands behind her back and picked up a handful of flowers that Mimi had sat down next to her.
From the audience’s perspective Donna and Olivia entered from the right, Donna leading the handcuffed girl with one hand, holding the flowers in the other. She steered Olivia across the stage and they stood in front of Tara and Claire.
“I found this one picking flowers out by the creek,” she said. “Again.”
Claire shook her head. “You just don’t learn, do you?” she said. Olivia looked down at the floor, refusing to meet Claire’s eyes or respond. “Leave her to us,” she said to Donna, who nodded and exited after sitting the flowers down on a table.
Standing, Claire walked over to Olivia, opened her blouse, and pinched each of her nipples. After slapping each breast and watching it jiggle, Claire spun Olivia around and bent her over the table. In this position her head was just inches away from the pile of flowers, which were a random assortment of different colors and varieties. “Whose flowers are these?” barked Claire.
“Yours, ma’am,” answered Olivia meekly.
“Goddamn right,” said Claire. “And what are you going to give me in return?”
“I... um...” stuttered Olivia. “Any... anything you want, ma’am.”
“You better believe it,” said Claire. She picked up a pink carnation and pushed the stem into Olivia’s mouth; Olivia obediently bit down on it, looking up meekly.
Tara, meanwhile, had picked up two riding crops that were leaning against the wall. She handed one to Claire, who reached down to lift Olivia’s skirt, revealing white cotton panties — which Claire now pulled down around the younger woman’s knees. “After you,” she said to Tara.
“No, after you,” insisted Tara.
“On three, then.” They positioned themselves on either side of Olivia, and when Claire counted three, they each brought their crop down on the nearest butt cheek. Olivia yelped and trembled. After that they began alternating blows, first Claire, than Tara, then Claire. The audience cheered and clapped every time one of the crops landed on Olivia’s rump; this egged them on, making them hit a little harder than they would have otherwise.
When Olivia’s ass was glowing a nice, warm red Claire and Tara dropped their crops. Tara pulled Olivia’s panties all the way down and off and kicked her feet apart so her legs were spread wide and her weight rested entirely on the table.
It was quiet in the room suddenly, as if everyone was holding their breath, waiting to see what would happen next. As a result, when Claire and Tara started to finger Olivia the squishing sounds that her pussy made were clearly audible, as were her soft, whimpering moans.
Tara fed Olivia fingers covered in her own juice as Claire dropped to her knees and penetrated the Asian girl with her tongue. Olivia’s moans grew deeper and louder and the crowd seemingly exhaled as one, murmurs of excitement rippling through the room. Playing to the crowd, Tara did a striptease, first revealing her breasts and pushing each one into Olivia’s mouth. Then she wriggled out of her dress and teasingly pulled off her panties.
Sitting down in one of the chairs at stage right, Tara spread her legs and began to touch herself as she watched Claire tongue-fuck Olivia. Soon Olivia had a massive, quivering orgasm, drawing a round of applause from the audience — surprising Olivia, who had closed her eyes and forgotten where she was and what she was doing, lost completely in a world of pleasure.
Claire stood Olivia up, led her over to where Tara sat, and pushed her down onto her knees. Olivia hesitated, suddenly aware of all the people looking at her. How had she come to be in this position — bound, exposed, performing depraved sexual acts for an audience of strangers?
Growing impatient, Tara took hold of Olivia’s pigtails and used them to pull Olivia’s head down into her crotch. Olivia had no choice but to stick her tongue out and get to work, and once she did, she discovered that Tara’s cunt was incredibly creamy and delicious. She began to lick it enthusiastically, again forgetting that anyone was watching.
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Monday, July 4, 2016
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 138
Olivia raised her hands and backed into the room, followed by a security guard in a dark blue uniform with a pistol in one hand. The guard was a dark-haired woman with her hair pulled back into a tight bun and a solid, athletic physique. She gave off the vibe of someone who you didn’t want to mess with.
“Step away from the keyboard,” she said to Claire, and Claire complied, moving slowly and deliberately. The security guard reached for her collar and, activating her radio, mumbled a few words that were hard to make out.
Tara, who appeared to know the guard, held up both hands in a calming gesture. “Hold on a minute, Donna,” she said. “Nothing to get excited about.”
Donna shrugged. “I’m not excited. But you guys aren’t supposed to be in here. I have a job to do.”
A minute later Mimi appeared dressed in a kimono and looking annoyed. “I have two hundred guests upstairs,” she said as she came into the room. “What is it that requires my attention so urgently? I don’t have time—” Seeing Claire, Tara, and Olivia, she broke off in midsentence. “Oh, I see.”
“You’ve gone too far this time, Mimi,” said Tara.
“I thought you worked for me?” responded Mimi.
“You know you’re in the wrong,” said Claire. “Promises were made.”
Looking at Claire, then over at Olivia, Mimi said, “I can understand how you feel. But those pictures were just too good to keep to myself. You’ve seen them, you know.”
“Fair is fair,” answered Olivia.
Looking suddenly exasperated, Mimi snapped, “Be that as it may, I have a signed release, if you recall. I haven’t done anything illegal. You have. The sheriff is a friend of mine and if I asked him he’d be happy to arrest you for trespassing, computer espionage, and maybe one or two other things.” Claire started to protest and Mimi cut her off. “But as it happens I’m in the mood to make a deal.”
Indicating that Donna should lower her weapon, Mimi explained, “My live entertainment for tonight cancelled at the last minute, leaving me in a bit of a bind. Help me out with that and I’ll forget this ever happened.” Seeing the skeptical looks on the three girls’ faces, she added, “And I’ll take your pictures down. Permanently.”
Tara, Claire, and Olivia exchanged looks, unspoken thoughts passing between them. It was Claire who finally spoke up. “What would we have to do?”
* * *
Rebecca and Rose cuddled up together on one couch while Tanya stretched out on the other. The movie started kind of slowly, but there was something charged in the atmosphere that made all of three of them both nervous and excited to varying degrees.
Rebecca and Rose had never touched alcohol before, so they both got tipsy pretty quickly. They stared wide-eyed when the movie started to heat up, and it quickly became even more graphic than Rebecca had expected. When one of the girls onscreen sucked the other one’s breast while fingering her, then moved down between her legs, Rebecca felt the liquid gushing from her crotch. And it only got more explicit from there.
Tanya, meanwhile, was guzzling her wine at an accelerating pace and looking more and more anxious as the movie went on. When the girls in the movie 69ed while slapping each other’s butts, her conscience was telling her that this was inappropriate, that she should get up and stop the movie right now. But she just couldn’t bring herself to do it. It was like she was hypnotized, frozen in place.
Rebecca and Rose both occasionally looked over at their hostess to see how she was reacting; several times Rebecca whispered something into Rose’s ear and they both giggled. Tanya’s face was red and her nipples were hard, that much was clear even in the dimness.
When the movie was over, they all just sat in stunned silence for a minute. Then Tanya abruptly downed the last of her wine in a single big gulp and and stood up, looking a little unsteady on her feet. “I have to go to bed now,” she said, a little louder than necessary. “Good night.” Without looking at Rebecca and Rose. she turned on her heel and was gone.
Rebecca looked at Rose and shrugged. They seemed to have gotten under Tanya’s skin a little bit. She grabbed the remote control and started looking through the scene selections for the good parts.
Aroused and intoxicated, Rebecca and Rose quickly lost all their inhibitions. As they watched they began to shed their clothes right there in the living room, caressing, fondling, and fingering each other. Soon the air was heavy with the smell of sex, and the room was filled with moans — those coming from the TV and those coming from the two girls on the couch.
Rose leaned over to lick and suck Rebecca’s nipples, then rolled over onto her knees on the floor in front of the couch. Her head was buried in Rebecca’s crotch when Tanya reappeared in the room.
Rebecca’s eyes met Tanya’s and a look passed between them. Far from seeming embarrassed or ashamed, Rebecca’s gaze was steady and level. This is what’s happening, her eyes said — what are you going to do about it?
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“Step away from the keyboard,” she said to Claire, and Claire complied, moving slowly and deliberately. The security guard reached for her collar and, activating her radio, mumbled a few words that were hard to make out.
Tara, who appeared to know the guard, held up both hands in a calming gesture. “Hold on a minute, Donna,” she said. “Nothing to get excited about.”
Donna shrugged. “I’m not excited. But you guys aren’t supposed to be in here. I have a job to do.”
A minute later Mimi appeared dressed in a kimono and looking annoyed. “I have two hundred guests upstairs,” she said as she came into the room. “What is it that requires my attention so urgently? I don’t have time—” Seeing Claire, Tara, and Olivia, she broke off in midsentence. “Oh, I see.”
“You’ve gone too far this time, Mimi,” said Tara.
“I thought you worked for me?” responded Mimi.
“You know you’re in the wrong,” said Claire. “Promises were made.”
Looking at Claire, then over at Olivia, Mimi said, “I can understand how you feel. But those pictures were just too good to keep to myself. You’ve seen them, you know.”
“Fair is fair,” answered Olivia.
Looking suddenly exasperated, Mimi snapped, “Be that as it may, I have a signed release, if you recall. I haven’t done anything illegal. You have. The sheriff is a friend of mine and if I asked him he’d be happy to arrest you for trespassing, computer espionage, and maybe one or two other things.” Claire started to protest and Mimi cut her off. “But as it happens I’m in the mood to make a deal.”
Indicating that Donna should lower her weapon, Mimi explained, “My live entertainment for tonight cancelled at the last minute, leaving me in a bit of a bind. Help me out with that and I’ll forget this ever happened.” Seeing the skeptical looks on the three girls’ faces, she added, “And I’ll take your pictures down. Permanently.”
Tara, Claire, and Olivia exchanged looks, unspoken thoughts passing between them. It was Claire who finally spoke up. “What would we have to do?”
* * *
Rebecca and Rose cuddled up together on one couch while Tanya stretched out on the other. The movie started kind of slowly, but there was something charged in the atmosphere that made all of three of them both nervous and excited to varying degrees.
Rebecca and Rose had never touched alcohol before, so they both got tipsy pretty quickly. They stared wide-eyed when the movie started to heat up, and it quickly became even more graphic than Rebecca had expected. When one of the girls onscreen sucked the other one’s breast while fingering her, then moved down between her legs, Rebecca felt the liquid gushing from her crotch. And it only got more explicit from there.
Tanya, meanwhile, was guzzling her wine at an accelerating pace and looking more and more anxious as the movie went on. When the girls in the movie 69ed while slapping each other’s butts, her conscience was telling her that this was inappropriate, that she should get up and stop the movie right now. But she just couldn’t bring herself to do it. It was like she was hypnotized, frozen in place.
Rebecca and Rose both occasionally looked over at their hostess to see how she was reacting; several times Rebecca whispered something into Rose’s ear and they both giggled. Tanya’s face was red and her nipples were hard, that much was clear even in the dimness.
When the movie was over, they all just sat in stunned silence for a minute. Then Tanya abruptly downed the last of her wine in a single big gulp and and stood up, looking a little unsteady on her feet. “I have to go to bed now,” she said, a little louder than necessary. “Good night.” Without looking at Rebecca and Rose. she turned on her heel and was gone.
Rebecca looked at Rose and shrugged. They seemed to have gotten under Tanya’s skin a little bit. She grabbed the remote control and started looking through the scene selections for the good parts.
Aroused and intoxicated, Rebecca and Rose quickly lost all their inhibitions. As they watched they began to shed their clothes right there in the living room, caressing, fondling, and fingering each other. Soon the air was heavy with the smell of sex, and the room was filled with moans — those coming from the TV and those coming from the two girls on the couch.
Rose leaned over to lick and suck Rebecca’s nipples, then rolled over onto her knees on the floor in front of the couch. Her head was buried in Rebecca’s crotch when Tanya reappeared in the room.
Rebecca’s eyes met Tanya’s and a look passed between them. Far from seeming embarrassed or ashamed, Rebecca’s gaze was steady and level. This is what’s happening, her eyes said — what are you going to do about it?
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Friday, May 13, 2016
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 135
Claire had arranged to meet Olivia and Tara for coffee that afternoon during her break from the store. As she approached the coffee shop she saw the two of them talking and laughing and had a strange flash of jealousy. She knew she had no claim on either of these women, but somehow she felt excluded.
By the time she’d gotten her chai and sat down, Claire felt better. Tara was looking spectacularly beautiful, and Olivia was not too hard on the eyes either. This reminded her of why she was there.
“So what did Mimi say?” asked Claire.
“She said she didn’t know what I was talking about,” said Tara, shaking her head. “She’s not a very good liar. I tried to show her the website but she said she had a meeting to get to.”
“So what can we do?” inquired Olivia.
Tara sipped her coffee. “I have an idea. Mimi’s having a New Year’s Eve Eve party tonight. You guys should come.”
“Why on Earth would we want to do that?” said Claire.
“Well, everyone will be distracted. I could get us into the computer room.”
Claire immediately knew what Tara was thinking. Tara wasn’t very good with computers, but she was. She even knew most of Mimi’s passwords. “And I could delete the files.”
Tara nodded. They spent the next half-hour planning; Olivia insisted that she was coming along, though the others tried to talk her out of it. “No way I’m letting you guys take all the risk,” said Olivia. “I’m in.”
* * *
Kat and Samantha returned home late that afternoon, having left the men in their family to a weekend of football-watching. The minute they hit the outskirts of town, Kat was texting Kelly; she was eager to see her friend, and she had an itch that needed scratching.
Stopping at home only long enough to drop off her suitcase and kiss her mother goodbye, Kat made her way on foot to Kelly’s house, pussy tingling as she thought of how she was going to tear Kelly’s clothes off. About halfway there she looked up and saw a familiar face behind the wheel of a car going by: Betty Ann Collins, on her way to see Samantha.
Kat smiled. Apparently both the mothers and the daughters would be enjoying some intimate moments that afternoon.
* * *
Lexi, in a restless mood, decided to go down to the yoga studio for the 5 PM class. Serena was teaching, and Annalise was there too. In fact the studio was full of beautiful women and Lexi, who’d been feeling horny already, found herself very distracted. She kept forgetting what pose she was doing as she looked at the gorgeous bodies all around her, always returning to the lithe, statuesque form of Serena — who she at least had an excuse to be staring at.
Annalise, too, looked fantastic; all the yoga she’d been doing lately had tightened and toned her. After class, Lexi went to talk to Serena and Annalise, practically begging them to come over for dinner that night. After consulting, they agreed, and Lexi walked away happy, her mind a whirl of plans and plots.
* * *
At Jessica’s house, things were happening. She’d woken up that day feeling inspired, energized, and full of ideas.
Over breakfast she announced that the next day they would be throwing a massive, blowout New Year’s Eve party. Afterward she sent Marie and Jane to the grocery store for supplies and started texting and emailing invitations. In the afternoon she herself made a trip to the liquor store, stocking up on everything that people could possibly want to drink, from Champagne, beer, and wine to whiskey, vodka, and tequila. She also splurged on a significant amount of caviar.
That evening, Jessica decided, they would make a little home movie.
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By the time she’d gotten her chai and sat down, Claire felt better. Tara was looking spectacularly beautiful, and Olivia was not too hard on the eyes either. This reminded her of why she was there.
“So what did Mimi say?” asked Claire.
“She said she didn’t know what I was talking about,” said Tara, shaking her head. “She’s not a very good liar. I tried to show her the website but she said she had a meeting to get to.”
“So what can we do?” inquired Olivia.
Tara sipped her coffee. “I have an idea. Mimi’s having a New Year’s Eve Eve party tonight. You guys should come.”
“Why on Earth would we want to do that?” said Claire.
“Well, everyone will be distracted. I could get us into the computer room.”
Claire immediately knew what Tara was thinking. Tara wasn’t very good with computers, but she was. She even knew most of Mimi’s passwords. “And I could delete the files.”
Tara nodded. They spent the next half-hour planning; Olivia insisted that she was coming along, though the others tried to talk her out of it. “No way I’m letting you guys take all the risk,” said Olivia. “I’m in.”
* * *
Kat and Samantha returned home late that afternoon, having left the men in their family to a weekend of football-watching. The minute they hit the outskirts of town, Kat was texting Kelly; she was eager to see her friend, and she had an itch that needed scratching.
Stopping at home only long enough to drop off her suitcase and kiss her mother goodbye, Kat made her way on foot to Kelly’s house, pussy tingling as she thought of how she was going to tear Kelly’s clothes off. About halfway there she looked up and saw a familiar face behind the wheel of a car going by: Betty Ann Collins, on her way to see Samantha.
Kat smiled. Apparently both the mothers and the daughters would be enjoying some intimate moments that afternoon.
* * *
Lexi, in a restless mood, decided to go down to the yoga studio for the 5 PM class. Serena was teaching, and Annalise was there too. In fact the studio was full of beautiful women and Lexi, who’d been feeling horny already, found herself very distracted. She kept forgetting what pose she was doing as she looked at the gorgeous bodies all around her, always returning to the lithe, statuesque form of Serena — who she at least had an excuse to be staring at.
Annalise, too, looked fantastic; all the yoga she’d been doing lately had tightened and toned her. After class, Lexi went to talk to Serena and Annalise, practically begging them to come over for dinner that night. After consulting, they agreed, and Lexi walked away happy, her mind a whirl of plans and plots.
* * *
At Jessica’s house, things were happening. She’d woken up that day feeling inspired, energized, and full of ideas.
Over breakfast she announced that the next day they would be throwing a massive, blowout New Year’s Eve party. Afterward she sent Marie and Jane to the grocery store for supplies and started texting and emailing invitations. In the afternoon she herself made a trip to the liquor store, stocking up on everything that people could possibly want to drink, from Champagne, beer, and wine to whiskey, vodka, and tequila. She also splurged on a significant amount of caviar.
That evening, Jessica decided, they would make a little home movie.
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Thursday, March 31, 2016
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 132
Late that morning the package Jessica had been eagerly awaiting arrived. She had ordered a second strap-on exactly like Magic, except black instead of blue. She plugged it in to charge and sat back to think about how best to break it in.
An hour later she convened the whole household in the bedroom and instructed Jane and Marie to get into 69 position on the bed, with Jane on top. They obeyed unquestioningly, of course. Jessica got out four sets of handcuffs and cuffed Jane’s wrists to Marie’s ankles and vice versa. Then she unplugged the new strap-on, helped Celeste into the harness, and flipped the switch.
“Ooh,” said Celeste, giggling as the vibration from the strap-on stimulated her pussy. Jessica equipped herself with Magic and they went to town, taking turns filling Marie and Jane’s holes from both ends. When they were finished there was a limp pool of sweaty, satisfied female on the bed, and Jessica and Celeste had each had several orgasms of their own.
After uncuffing Jane and Marie, Jessica told them to make sure the strap-ons were cleaned and charged for that evening. Janice was coming over and Jessica wanted to show her an especially good time.
Jane and Marie frowned at each other. It was becoming clear that their mistress had a new favorite, that Celeste was being treated differently than they were. They didn’t really resent Celeste, because they were both already a little in love with her too. But it did seem like they were going to get stuck with all the dirty work.
They weren’t going to say this to Jessica, of course. Aside from the fear of being punished, it was hard to complain too much when you’d just been fucked halfway to oblivion. They dutifully went about their business without a word.
* * *
Olivia had spent the night at Claire’s and they had stayed up late, eating, drinking, talking, and occasionally fucking. Today was Claire’s day off, so she went ahead and slept in, basking in the luxury of having nowhere to go and nothing to do. When she finally felt ready to get up Olivia was still snoozing peacefully, so she crept quietly to the kitchen and made herself a cup of coffee. As she sipped she screwed up her courage to call Tara.
By the time she had finished her cup of coffee and started on a second, she was ready. She picked up her phone and made the call. Tara answered immediately, sounding genuinely happy to hear from her. When Claire explained the situation Tara swore that she knew nothing about it and promised to talk to Mimi and call back. Claire wasn’t 100% convinced but said OK and hung up.
When Claire walked back into the bedroom Olivia had rolled over onto her side, clutching a stuffed panda bear to her chest. She looked absolutely and utterly adorable. Claire slipped into bed next to her and spooned her from behind, reveling in the soft creaminess of her flesh.
Claire licked Olivia on the nape of the neck, then kissed and nibbled across her shoulder blades and down her back. Olivia moaned, beginning to come awake. Claire traced her tongue around Olivia’s side and into the little crevice above her waist. From there she moved up and around toward the front, gently nudging the stuffed bear aside and taking a nipple into her mouth.
Olivia let out a little “Mmmmmm” sound and rolled over onto her back, wrapping one arm around Claire as Claire moved on to the other breast. It was hard for Claire to pull herself away from Olivia’s tits – they were so savory in the mouth – but she had another destination in mind. She licked her way down Olivia’s ribcage, belly, and hipbones; Olivia arched her back, lifted her hips, and opened her legs. Her pussy was blooming with readiness.
Her patience at an end, Claire slid forward and began to lap away at Olivia’s cunt. She felt Olivia fumbling at the belt of her jeans, and then tugging them off. Soon they were 69ing, locked tightly in each others’ embrace, and the outside world was forgotten.
* * *
Janice arrived 15 minutes early for dinner, looking eager and gripping a bottle of Champagne in each hand. She’d been on her best behavior all week, playing hostess to her entire extended family, and was ready to cut loose a little.
All it took was one look at Celeste for her to know it was going to be a great night. The new addition to Jessica’s household was absolutely breathtaking, and Jessica was always so generous about sharing her treasures. From that point on Janice relaxed into the flow of things, popping open a bottle of bubbly and acting the polite guest while anticipating what pleasures the evening might hold.
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Monday, March 14, 2016
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 131
It was Claire who initiated the kiss, but Olivia certainly did not resist. Claire’s lips were plump, soft, and delicious, and Olivia immediately felt her temperature rise – it was like she hadn’t been touched in weeks, though she’d spent half the previous night in bed with Lexi.
Claire’s hand traced up the inside of Olivia’s thigh and explored the wetness between her legs. Olivia surrendered, moaning softly, ready for action. But then Claire suddenly pulled away.
“Let’s not do this here,” she said. “Why don’t you come to my place?”
* * *
On her way home, Jackie stopped about a half hour away to text Sara that she was almost there. Over the holiday she had gone off to visit her parents while Sara – who was estranged from her own family – stayed at home.
At first, Sara had enjoyed having some time to herself, spending a lot of time reading and taking long hot baths. But as the days wore on she had grown increasingly lonely and her messages to Jackie had grown increasingly desperate, to the point where Jackie cut her planned trip short by two days.
Jackie didn’t quite know how she and Sara had become so wrapped up in each other in such a short time. Sara drove her crazy, both in a good way and a bad way. On the one hand, Sara was so emotional, so flighty, so unpredictable; on the other hand she was so fundamentally alluring that the more Jackie got to know her, the more she got drawn in.
And there was something about Sara that brought out a hidden part of Jackie’s personality – her dominant side. In Sara’s presence Jackie felt stronger, more powerful, more decisive. This in turn brought out Sara’s submissive side, and the two mutually reinforced each other. Never in any previous relationship had either of them acted the way they acted toward each other.
Pulling up in front of Sara’s house, Jackie took a minute to sit quietly. It had been a long drive and she was tired. But at the same time, she knew that something exciting probably awaited her inside, and she was eager to find out what.
The front door was unlocked, but the house was quiet and dark, though unusually warm. Jackie found Sara upstairs, in the dimly lit bedroom, naked. She had tied her own feet and one of her hands to the bed; her other hand gripped the bedpost on that side.
“Hi,” said Sara. “I’ve been waiting for you. And waiting and waiting and waiting.” Her tone was petulant, but also teasing.
“Well, I’m here now,” answered Jackie.
The sight of Sara’s nude body, bound and at her disposal, inflamed Jackie. Her nipples sprang to attention and her juices began to flow. She stripped naked and climbed onto the bed, laying down full length atop Sara, and they shared a hot, wet kiss.
Jackie moved down to lick and suck Sara’s tits, letting her right leg slide down between Sara’s legs. Grinding her pussy eagerly against Jackie’s thigh, Sara began to pant rhythmically. Jackie could feel the need emanating from Sara’s crotch, and she started to move to give it her attention.
But then she thought, no. I’m going to look after my own needs first for once. She climbed up to straddle Sara’s head, poising her pussy right above Sara’s mouth. In this position what could Sara do but obey? She stuck her tongue out and went to work.
Once Jackie had come a couple of times she felt more relaxed, and more generous. She retrieved a strap-on from the bedside table and waved it in Sara’s face.
“You want this?”
Sara eyes were wide, her breath coming unevenly. “You know I do.”
Jackie took her sweet time getting ready, watching Sara squirm. At one point Sara’s free hand found its way between her legs, and Jackie shook a finger at her. “Not if you want this,” she said, gripping the shaft of the dildo in her fist.
Sara obediently returned her hand to its place on the bedpost, frowning. “Well come on and fuck me then.”
“I’ll fuck you when I’m damn good and ready,” barked Jackie. But she was ready soon enough. She positioned herself between Sara’s legs, teasing Sara’s pussy with the tip of the strap-on. Sara’s free hand moved to Jackie’s ass, encouraging her to go in deeper, and Jackie let it stay there. A long “Unnnnhhhhhh” came from way down in Sara’s throat as the dildo filled her to completeness.
Jackie gave it to Sara long and hard, but also tenderly. She really enjoyed making Sara come, watching her face change from hunger to ecstasy to afterglow. Then, after a minute’s rest, the process started all over again.
Sara was highly multiorgasmic, and each one seemed to get a little stronger, until finally she went limp and Jackie could tell that she was done. Jackie pulled out and rolled over onto her side, gazing down as a satisfied smile illuminated Sara’s beautiful face.
* * *
Later that night, Olivia and Claire lay naked in bed in Claire’s tiny studio apartment, eating ice cream and talking.
“I guess I’m going to have to ask Tara about this,” said Claire, referring to the web site showing explicit pictures of the two of them. “I think she’s back from New York today.” Picking up her phone from the bedside table, Claire sighed. “But I don’t really want to.”
“I thought you two were close?” said Olivia.
“Yeah,” said Claire, “but lately, I don’t know, I’m tired of that whole scene. Being with Gina is so nice. No games, no hidden agendas... it’s the complete opposite of being around Mimi. Who, as you can see, does have hidden agendas. And Tara is her right-hand girl, her, like, protege or whatever.”
Claire took a big spoonful of ice cream and handed the carton to Olivia. “And here I am, fucking around on Gina first chance I get. Well, it serves her right for leaving me alone all week.” She sighed again. “I really don’t do relationships very well.”
“I know what you mean,” said Olivia. “Sometimes I think I’m just, like, a total slut.”
“I think so too,” joked Claire, and they both laughed. Dipping her spoon into the ice cream, Claire dabbed a little onto each of Olivia’s breasts and leaned down to lick it off. After all, what was done was done; having a second go-round wasn’t going to change anything.
.
Claire’s hand traced up the inside of Olivia’s thigh and explored the wetness between her legs. Olivia surrendered, moaning softly, ready for action. But then Claire suddenly pulled away.
“Let’s not do this here,” she said. “Why don’t you come to my place?”
* * *
On her way home, Jackie stopped about a half hour away to text Sara that she was almost there. Over the holiday she had gone off to visit her parents while Sara – who was estranged from her own family – stayed at home.
At first, Sara had enjoyed having some time to herself, spending a lot of time reading and taking long hot baths. But as the days wore on she had grown increasingly lonely and her messages to Jackie had grown increasingly desperate, to the point where Jackie cut her planned trip short by two days.
Jackie didn’t quite know how she and Sara had become so wrapped up in each other in such a short time. Sara drove her crazy, both in a good way and a bad way. On the one hand, Sara was so emotional, so flighty, so unpredictable; on the other hand she was so fundamentally alluring that the more Jackie got to know her, the more she got drawn in.
And there was something about Sara that brought out a hidden part of Jackie’s personality – her dominant side. In Sara’s presence Jackie felt stronger, more powerful, more decisive. This in turn brought out Sara’s submissive side, and the two mutually reinforced each other. Never in any previous relationship had either of them acted the way they acted toward each other.
Pulling up in front of Sara’s house, Jackie took a minute to sit quietly. It had been a long drive and she was tired. But at the same time, she knew that something exciting probably awaited her inside, and she was eager to find out what.
The front door was unlocked, but the house was quiet and dark, though unusually warm. Jackie found Sara upstairs, in the dimly lit bedroom, naked. She had tied her own feet and one of her hands to the bed; her other hand gripped the bedpost on that side.
“Hi,” said Sara. “I’ve been waiting for you. And waiting and waiting and waiting.” Her tone was petulant, but also teasing.
“Well, I’m here now,” answered Jackie.
The sight of Sara’s nude body, bound and at her disposal, inflamed Jackie. Her nipples sprang to attention and her juices began to flow. She stripped naked and climbed onto the bed, laying down full length atop Sara, and they shared a hot, wet kiss.
Jackie moved down to lick and suck Sara’s tits, letting her right leg slide down between Sara’s legs. Grinding her pussy eagerly against Jackie’s thigh, Sara began to pant rhythmically. Jackie could feel the need emanating from Sara’s crotch, and she started to move to give it her attention.
But then she thought, no. I’m going to look after my own needs first for once. She climbed up to straddle Sara’s head, poising her pussy right above Sara’s mouth. In this position what could Sara do but obey? She stuck her tongue out and went to work.
Once Jackie had come a couple of times she felt more relaxed, and more generous. She retrieved a strap-on from the bedside table and waved it in Sara’s face.
“You want this?”
Sara eyes were wide, her breath coming unevenly. “You know I do.”
Jackie took her sweet time getting ready, watching Sara squirm. At one point Sara’s free hand found its way between her legs, and Jackie shook a finger at her. “Not if you want this,” she said, gripping the shaft of the dildo in her fist.
Sara obediently returned her hand to its place on the bedpost, frowning. “Well come on and fuck me then.”
“I’ll fuck you when I’m damn good and ready,” barked Jackie. But she was ready soon enough. She positioned herself between Sara’s legs, teasing Sara’s pussy with the tip of the strap-on. Sara’s free hand moved to Jackie’s ass, encouraging her to go in deeper, and Jackie let it stay there. A long “Unnnnhhhhhh” came from way down in Sara’s throat as the dildo filled her to completeness.
Jackie gave it to Sara long and hard, but also tenderly. She really enjoyed making Sara come, watching her face change from hunger to ecstasy to afterglow. Then, after a minute’s rest, the process started all over again.
Sara was highly multiorgasmic, and each one seemed to get a little stronger, until finally she went limp and Jackie could tell that she was done. Jackie pulled out and rolled over onto her side, gazing down as a satisfied smile illuminated Sara’s beautiful face.
* * *
Later that night, Olivia and Claire lay naked in bed in Claire’s tiny studio apartment, eating ice cream and talking.
“I guess I’m going to have to ask Tara about this,” said Claire, referring to the web site showing explicit pictures of the two of them. “I think she’s back from New York today.” Picking up her phone from the bedside table, Claire sighed. “But I don’t really want to.”
“I thought you two were close?” said Olivia.
“Yeah,” said Claire, “but lately, I don’t know, I’m tired of that whole scene. Being with Gina is so nice. No games, no hidden agendas... it’s the complete opposite of being around Mimi. Who, as you can see, does have hidden agendas. And Tara is her right-hand girl, her, like, protege or whatever.”
Claire took a big spoonful of ice cream and handed the carton to Olivia. “And here I am, fucking around on Gina first chance I get. Well, it serves her right for leaving me alone all week.” She sighed again. “I really don’t do relationships very well.”
“I know what you mean,” said Olivia. “Sometimes I think I’m just, like, a total slut.”
“I think so too,” joked Claire, and they both laughed. Dipping her spoon into the ice cream, Claire dabbed a little onto each of Olivia’s breasts and leaned down to lick it off. After all, what was done was done; having a second go-round wasn’t going to change anything.
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Monday, February 29, 2016
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 130
When Jane returned from the bedroom with the strap-on, she was momentarily hypnotized by the sight of Ella tongue-fucking Celeste. She stood watching Ella’s blond head bob between Celeste’s legs as the black girl moaned, writhed, and muttered in French.
Only when Jessica yelled her name did Jane remember what she was doing and hand over the strap-on.
Jessica harnessed up and got down on one knee behind Ella, slapping her ass to get her attention. Ella looked back over her shoulder, saw the dildo dangling from Jessica’s crotch, and grinned mischievously. She shifted her weight back a little as Jessica cupped her wet pussy and pried her lips apart.
Easing the tip of the dildo into Ella’s cunt, Jessica grabbed a handful of the blonde’s hair and pulled her head back. Then Jessica thrust forward with all her strength, slamming the rest of the length into Ella and pushing Ella’s face forward into Celeste’s crotch. Ella tried her best to continue servicing Celeste as Jessica fucked her, but it was not easy; the thing just felt soooo good inside her, it was hard to think of anything else.
Assessing the situation, Jessica gripped Ella around the waist and rolled her over onto her back on the floor. She spread Ella’s legs and plunged in again, making Ella wail piteously. Jessica indicated that Celeste should sit on Ella’s face, which she did. By grinding herself on Ella’s nose Celeste was able to get herself off, while Ella had repeated orgasms from the pounding and the vibration of the dildo. Marie and Jane had taken seats on the couch, where they fingered each other as they watched.
When she felt Ella had been well and thoroughly fucked, Jessica stood up, tore off the strap-on, and positioned herself next to Celeste. It was clear what she wanted, and Celeste was happy to oblige her. Jessica was so keyed up that it took Celeste about three licks to make her come.
But that didn’t seem like enough, somehow. So Celeste stood up, spun Jessica around, and sat her down on the couch. Celeste dropped to her knees, Ella sat up, and they joined forces to lick Jessica all over before returning to focus again on her pussy.
On the couch opposite, Jane and Marie were now 69ing. Marie, who was on top, looked up and took in the scene in front of her. She could tell that her mistress would want a glass of cognac at that moment; so she climbed off Jane, poured a glass, and handed it to Jessica, who accepted gratefully. Marie then resumed her position on top of Jane, satisfied that she had done her duty.
* * *
That morning Olivia had texted Claire, who suggested that she come by the shop at closing time, 7:00. So Olivia drove to the mall in the late afternoon, did some shopping, and made her way over to the lingerie store a few minutes before 7.
Claire was finishing up with the last couple customers left in the store, so Olivia wandered around idly, browsing through the fancy bras and panties. After awhile she started daydreaming, having flashbacks to her tryst with Gina and Claire here in this very place. It got her juices flowing, but was also a bit bittersweet. She glanced over at Claire, who was looking especially gorgeous today — eyes lively and luminous, red mane lustrous and flowing. Olivia couldn’t blame Gina for wanting to be with her.
When the customers had gone Claire locked the front door and took a deep breath. “Long day today,” she said. “How are you?”
“I’m good,” answered Olivia. “Basically. You?”
“Can’t complain,” said Claire. “It’s our busy season here, so I’ve been a little frantic.”
“How’s Gina?” asked Olivia.
“She’s out of town for the week, visiting her family.” Claire looked Olivia straight in the eye, a serious expression on her face. “That reminds me, I’ve been wanting to say, I’m sorry for what happened with Gina and me. I mean, I’m not sorry it happened, but I’m sorry for how it happened. No one meant for you to get hurt.”
“Thanks,” said Olivia. “I’m over it. Mostly. I mean, yeah, it hurt, but it had to happen. It was just a matter of time.”
“Well, I want you to know I appreciate you,” said Claire, walking over and giving Olivia a kiss on the cheek. “Now, what was it you wanted to show me?”
They moved together to the back office of the shop, where they sat down in front of the computer. They went to the web site Lexi had found and saw the picture of the two of them posted there. Olivia felt a bit embarrassed seeing herself exposed in this way while sitting next to Claire – even though that was Claire’s head between her legs in the photo.
They couldn’t see any more without starting an account, so Claire did. When it came time to pay she pulled a credit card from the top drawer of the desk. “Company card,” she said to Olivia. “We’ll let Mimi pay for this.”
Once they had access to the site, they found a large library of photos from that day at Mimi’s. There was Claire licking tomato sauce off her own breast. There was Claire sucking Olivia’s nipples through her bra. Then the pictures became more graphic, showing Claire pulling Olivia’s panties aside to reveal her pussy, Olivia licking Claire as they 69ed.
Both girls experienced mixed emotions as they sat there clicking through the images. On the one hand, they felt exploited, knowing that sexually explicit photos of them were being sold without their permission. Olivia worried about who might see these pictures – but then again, anyone who saw them was probably on a porn site already, so who were they to judge?
And there was no denying that the pictures were incredibly sexy. Olivia and Claire couldn’t help being flattered by the way they were portrayed; the lighting and composition were perfect, the choice of camera angles impeccable. The text accompanying the photos told the story of two models on a shoot who got carried away and ended up having sex in front of the camera – which was more or less true, of course.
In the process of exploring the site they both inevitably started to get excited. It was weird, Olivia thought, to see yourself this way, and to know that strangers all around the world were looking at you too. It was also deeply arousing, and she could feel the juices flowing copiously between her legs. When she felt Claire’s hand on her knee, she knew they were going to be reliving the experience that night. It was just a question of how soon.
.
Jessica harnessed up and got down on one knee behind Ella, slapping her ass to get her attention. Ella looked back over her shoulder, saw the dildo dangling from Jessica’s crotch, and grinned mischievously. She shifted her weight back a little as Jessica cupped her wet pussy and pried her lips apart.
Easing the tip of the dildo into Ella’s cunt, Jessica grabbed a handful of the blonde’s hair and pulled her head back. Then Jessica thrust forward with all her strength, slamming the rest of the length into Ella and pushing Ella’s face forward into Celeste’s crotch. Ella tried her best to continue servicing Celeste as Jessica fucked her, but it was not easy; the thing just felt soooo good inside her, it was hard to think of anything else.
Assessing the situation, Jessica gripped Ella around the waist and rolled her over onto her back on the floor. She spread Ella’s legs and plunged in again, making Ella wail piteously. Jessica indicated that Celeste should sit on Ella’s face, which she did. By grinding herself on Ella’s nose Celeste was able to get herself off, while Ella had repeated orgasms from the pounding and the vibration of the dildo. Marie and Jane had taken seats on the couch, where they fingered each other as they watched.
When she felt Ella had been well and thoroughly fucked, Jessica stood up, tore off the strap-on, and positioned herself next to Celeste. It was clear what she wanted, and Celeste was happy to oblige her. Jessica was so keyed up that it took Celeste about three licks to make her come.
But that didn’t seem like enough, somehow. So Celeste stood up, spun Jessica around, and sat her down on the couch. Celeste dropped to her knees, Ella sat up, and they joined forces to lick Jessica all over before returning to focus again on her pussy.
On the couch opposite, Jane and Marie were now 69ing. Marie, who was on top, looked up and took in the scene in front of her. She could tell that her mistress would want a glass of cognac at that moment; so she climbed off Jane, poured a glass, and handed it to Jessica, who accepted gratefully. Marie then resumed her position on top of Jane, satisfied that she had done her duty.
* * *
That morning Olivia had texted Claire, who suggested that she come by the shop at closing time, 7:00. So Olivia drove to the mall in the late afternoon, did some shopping, and made her way over to the lingerie store a few minutes before 7.
Claire was finishing up with the last couple customers left in the store, so Olivia wandered around idly, browsing through the fancy bras and panties. After awhile she started daydreaming, having flashbacks to her tryst with Gina and Claire here in this very place. It got her juices flowing, but was also a bit bittersweet. She glanced over at Claire, who was looking especially gorgeous today — eyes lively and luminous, red mane lustrous and flowing. Olivia couldn’t blame Gina for wanting to be with her.
When the customers had gone Claire locked the front door and took a deep breath. “Long day today,” she said. “How are you?”
“I’m good,” answered Olivia. “Basically. You?”
“Can’t complain,” said Claire. “It’s our busy season here, so I’ve been a little frantic.”
“How’s Gina?” asked Olivia.
“She’s out of town for the week, visiting her family.” Claire looked Olivia straight in the eye, a serious expression on her face. “That reminds me, I’ve been wanting to say, I’m sorry for what happened with Gina and me. I mean, I’m not sorry it happened, but I’m sorry for how it happened. No one meant for you to get hurt.”
“Thanks,” said Olivia. “I’m over it. Mostly. I mean, yeah, it hurt, but it had to happen. It was just a matter of time.”
“Well, I want you to know I appreciate you,” said Claire, walking over and giving Olivia a kiss on the cheek. “Now, what was it you wanted to show me?”
They moved together to the back office of the shop, where they sat down in front of the computer. They went to the web site Lexi had found and saw the picture of the two of them posted there. Olivia felt a bit embarrassed seeing herself exposed in this way while sitting next to Claire – even though that was Claire’s head between her legs in the photo.
They couldn’t see any more without starting an account, so Claire did. When it came time to pay she pulled a credit card from the top drawer of the desk. “Company card,” she said to Olivia. “We’ll let Mimi pay for this.”
Once they had access to the site, they found a large library of photos from that day at Mimi’s. There was Claire licking tomato sauce off her own breast. There was Claire sucking Olivia’s nipples through her bra. Then the pictures became more graphic, showing Claire pulling Olivia’s panties aside to reveal her pussy, Olivia licking Claire as they 69ed.
Both girls experienced mixed emotions as they sat there clicking through the images. On the one hand, they felt exploited, knowing that sexually explicit photos of them were being sold without their permission. Olivia worried about who might see these pictures – but then again, anyone who saw them was probably on a porn site already, so who were they to judge?
And there was no denying that the pictures were incredibly sexy. Olivia and Claire couldn’t help being flattered by the way they were portrayed; the lighting and composition were perfect, the choice of camera angles impeccable. The text accompanying the photos told the story of two models on a shoot who got carried away and ended up having sex in front of the camera – which was more or less true, of course.
In the process of exploring the site they both inevitably started to get excited. It was weird, Olivia thought, to see yourself this way, and to know that strangers all around the world were looking at you too. It was also deeply arousing, and she could feel the juices flowing copiously between her legs. When she felt Claire’s hand on her knee, she knew they were going to be reliving the experience that night. It was just a question of how soon.
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Friday, November 21, 2014
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 101
Gina had gone to the kitchen to work on dessert, leaving Claire and Olivia alone at the table. Both were in a very blissful condition, half-drunk and full of delicious food.
“You look great in that costume,” said Claire. “Is it comfortable?”
“Not bad,” answered Olivia. “But this skirt is really short. Can you see my whole pussy, or just a part of it?”
Claire made a show of studying Olivia’s crotch. “Only part of it. But I like what I see.”
They both laughed. “How’s Tara?” asked Olivia.
Claire sighed. “Selfish, as always. But she is gifted. Those pictures she took of us are incredible. I usually don’t like photos of myself, but those are breathtaking.” For a minute Claire drifted off into a reverie, thinking of that day, and of the images that had resulted from it. Then she remembered to try to live in the moment, and changed the subject. “How did you meet Gina?”
“I used to babysit her kids. Years ago.”
“Oh, wow,” said Claire, shaking her head. “She is really something. Gorgeous, and my God, that food!”
“I know,” said Olivia, her voice taking on a serious tone. “She’s amazing. But I’m still in high school, and she’s a grown woman, and I have no idea where this all goes from here.” The experiences she and Claire had had together made Olivia think Claire was someone she could confide in. And since Claire was also with an older woman, Olivia hoped she might have some useful advice.
But just then Gina emerged from the kitchen with a chocolate lava cake, which she sat down in front of Claire with a flourish. Claire’s eyes went wide. “That looks fantastic.”
“I like to spoil my guests,” said Gina. “I get that from my mother.”
Looking down, Gina thought that Claire looked incredibly beautiful and radiant. She reached over and brushed the younger girl’s red hair back off her forehead. “Lean back in your chair,” she suggested.
Claire complied, and Gina briefly took Olivia aside and whispered in her ear. Olivia nodded, and she fell to her knees in front of Claire as Gina picked up a fork. Time slowed to a crawl as Gina fed Claire warm cake with gooey chocolate inside, and Olivia pulled off Claire’s panties, hiked up her dress, and started licking her pussy.
Gina stood for a moment watching Olivia do her thing. She was eating cunt with abandon, so enthusiastically that it made Gina a little jealous. Grabbing a handful of Olivia’s hair, Gina yanked her head back and kissed her hard, enjoying the taste of Claire’s pussy on her lips. Then she shoved Olivia’s head back between Claire’s legs and pulled down the top of her own dress, removing her bra to release her tits. Then she dabbed a little chocolate on each nipple and fed both to Claire in turn.
That felt so good that Gina repeated the process, then pulled down Claire’s dress, tugged off her bra, and smeared her boobs with chocolate. Soon Olivia’s mouth was sucking Claire’s clit as Gina licked her tits clean.
That did it for Claire – she orgasmed so hard she almost started crying. Very pleased with Olivia’s performance, Gina fed her some cake and then they adjourned to the bedroom.
“I almost forgot,” Gina said to Olivia. “I still owe you a spanking.” Once she had tied Olivia’s hands behind her back and bent her over the bed, she turned to Claire. “Want to help?”
“But of course,” said Claire. “Bad girls like this need to be spanked severely.”
They took turns smacking Olivia’s ass and when she had been punished enough, Claire bent down to finger and lick her pussy. It was incredibly creamy and flavorful – maybe the best thing she had tasted all night, and that was saying something. Meanwhile Gina got out her strap-on and took up a position right behind Claire, who was so preoccupied that she didn’t know what was happening until she felt the tip slide into her. She let out a high-pitched moan of surprise more than pleasure, then another, lower one as the full length of the dildo filled her. Claire looked back over her shoulder at Gina, who winked, and then turned and resumed working on Olivia, who had taken the opportunity to roll over on her back and spread her legs.
When Gina decided that Claire had been adequately fucked, she stood up and took off the strap-on, handing it to Claire. Then she climbed up onto the bed and sat with her back against the headboard, looking down expectantly at Olivia, who rolled onto her side so she could kiss and lick Gina’s downy-soft thighs. She didn’t stop there, of course, and soon she was stabbing her tongue between Gina’s pussy lips as Claire penetrated her from behind.
Finally, much later, they were all fully satisfied and lay quietly entwined on the bed. Olivia felt incredibly contented laying there with Gina on one side and Claire on the other, but then she glanced at the clock and realized it was past her curfew. She wished like hell that her mother wasn’t so stern about enforcing the rules, but it was a school night, and she had no choice but to wriggle out from in between Gina and Claire and get dressed.
Even worse, Claire made no move to follow her. Olivia really didn’t like leaving the two of them alone together, but what could she do, tell Claire she had to go? That would be incredibly rude, and it wasn’t her house anyway. She was left with no alternative but to kiss them each and say goodnight, stopping on her way out to look back and see Claire rest her head on Gina’s shoulder. Sighing, Olivia reluctantly turned and headed home.
“You look great in that costume,” said Claire. “Is it comfortable?”
“Not bad,” answered Olivia. “But this skirt is really short. Can you see my whole pussy, or just a part of it?”
Claire made a show of studying Olivia’s crotch. “Only part of it. But I like what I see.”
They both laughed. “How’s Tara?” asked Olivia.
Claire sighed. “Selfish, as always. But she is gifted. Those pictures she took of us are incredible. I usually don’t like photos of myself, but those are breathtaking.” For a minute Claire drifted off into a reverie, thinking of that day, and of the images that had resulted from it. Then she remembered to try to live in the moment, and changed the subject. “How did you meet Gina?”
“I used to babysit her kids. Years ago.”
“Oh, wow,” said Claire, shaking her head. “She is really something. Gorgeous, and my God, that food!”
“I know,” said Olivia, her voice taking on a serious tone. “She’s amazing. But I’m still in high school, and she’s a grown woman, and I have no idea where this all goes from here.” The experiences she and Claire had had together made Olivia think Claire was someone she could confide in. And since Claire was also with an older woman, Olivia hoped she might have some useful advice.
But just then Gina emerged from the kitchen with a chocolate lava cake, which she sat down in front of Claire with a flourish. Claire’s eyes went wide. “That looks fantastic.”
“I like to spoil my guests,” said Gina. “I get that from my mother.”
Looking down, Gina thought that Claire looked incredibly beautiful and radiant. She reached over and brushed the younger girl’s red hair back off her forehead. “Lean back in your chair,” she suggested.
Claire complied, and Gina briefly took Olivia aside and whispered in her ear. Olivia nodded, and she fell to her knees in front of Claire as Gina picked up a fork. Time slowed to a crawl as Gina fed Claire warm cake with gooey chocolate inside, and Olivia pulled off Claire’s panties, hiked up her dress, and started licking her pussy.
Gina stood for a moment watching Olivia do her thing. She was eating cunt with abandon, so enthusiastically that it made Gina a little jealous. Grabbing a handful of Olivia’s hair, Gina yanked her head back and kissed her hard, enjoying the taste of Claire’s pussy on her lips. Then she shoved Olivia’s head back between Claire’s legs and pulled down the top of her own dress, removing her bra to release her tits. Then she dabbed a little chocolate on each nipple and fed both to Claire in turn.
That felt so good that Gina repeated the process, then pulled down Claire’s dress, tugged off her bra, and smeared her boobs with chocolate. Soon Olivia’s mouth was sucking Claire’s clit as Gina licked her tits clean.
That did it for Claire – she orgasmed so hard she almost started crying. Very pleased with Olivia’s performance, Gina fed her some cake and then they adjourned to the bedroom.
“I almost forgot,” Gina said to Olivia. “I still owe you a spanking.” Once she had tied Olivia’s hands behind her back and bent her over the bed, she turned to Claire. “Want to help?”
“But of course,” said Claire. “Bad girls like this need to be spanked severely.”
They took turns smacking Olivia’s ass and when she had been punished enough, Claire bent down to finger and lick her pussy. It was incredibly creamy and flavorful – maybe the best thing she had tasted all night, and that was saying something. Meanwhile Gina got out her strap-on and took up a position right behind Claire, who was so preoccupied that she didn’t know what was happening until she felt the tip slide into her. She let out a high-pitched moan of surprise more than pleasure, then another, lower one as the full length of the dildo filled her. Claire looked back over her shoulder at Gina, who winked, and then turned and resumed working on Olivia, who had taken the opportunity to roll over on her back and spread her legs.
When Gina decided that Claire had been adequately fucked, she stood up and took off the strap-on, handing it to Claire. Then she climbed up onto the bed and sat with her back against the headboard, looking down expectantly at Olivia, who rolled onto her side so she could kiss and lick Gina’s downy-soft thighs. She didn’t stop there, of course, and soon she was stabbing her tongue between Gina’s pussy lips as Claire penetrated her from behind.
Finally, much later, they were all fully satisfied and lay quietly entwined on the bed. Olivia felt incredibly contented laying there with Gina on one side and Claire on the other, but then she glanced at the clock and realized it was past her curfew. She wished like hell that her mother wasn’t so stern about enforcing the rules, but it was a school night, and she had no choice but to wriggle out from in between Gina and Claire and get dressed.
Even worse, Claire made no move to follow her. Olivia really didn’t like leaving the two of them alone together, but what could she do, tell Claire she had to go? That would be incredibly rude, and it wasn’t her house anyway. She was left with no alternative but to kiss them each and say goodnight, stopping on her way out to look back and see Claire rest her head on Gina’s shoulder. Sighing, Olivia reluctantly turned and headed home.
Friday, November 7, 2014
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 100
The sun was just dipping below the horizon when Claire arrived at the door to Gina’s house, bottle of wine in hand. She’d been surprised and flattered by Olivia’s invitation, and thinking of the lovely time she’d had with Olivia and Gina in the dressing room, had accepted without hesitation. She was looking to have some fun of her own, as Tara was away at an industry convention with Mimi — the kind of “business” trip that involved drinking lots of Champagne and fucking lingerie models. Claire, meanwhile, was left home to mind the store. She felt like she deserved a special treat.
And then all of a sudden one was right in front of her: The door opened and there was Olivia, dressed in an extremely slutty French maid costume that left little to the imagination. Claire was pleased to see how well it fit — she had sold it to Gina earlier that day. All day long Claire had been imagining Olivia in the outfit, and she looked even better than might have been expected. Her décolletage looked particularly appetizing, and Claire reflexively licked her lips as she handed Olivia the wine bottle.
Olivia had been hesitant to wear the maid outfit at first, thinking it a little demeaning. But Gina convinced her to at least try it on, and when she saw how hot she looked — and the expression on Gina’s face — she changed her mind. Claire and Gina were both in elegantly sexy black dresses, and this made Olivia feel that much more exposed, and younger — like she was a girl in the presence of women, though Claire was only a few years older than she was. But Olivia’s pussy was already soaked thinking of what might transpire that evening, and this more than made up for any awkwardness she might be feeling.
Gina greeted Claire warmly and they pecked each other on the cheek. Gina praised Claire’s choice of wine — it was an Italian vintage that Gina had heard of but never tasted. Claire grinned mischievously. “I borrowed it from Mimi’s cellar,” she said. “I think it’s worth about $250.”
“Oh, wow,” said Gina. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
Claire shrugged. “She has cases of it. One bottle won’t be missed.”
Gina had really pulled out all the stops on dinner that night, making a warm seafood salad, fried tomatoes, and baked crespelle with bolognese meat sauce. She had timed it perfectly, and she and Claire sat down at the dining room table as Olivia delivered the various dishes to the table. Sipping a glass of wine, Gina playfully slapped Olivia on the rear as she passed on her way back to the kitchen. Olivia mock-glared over her shoulder and stuck out her tongue.
“You’ll be spanked for that later,” said Gina, and Olivia gulped, because she knew that Gina meant it. Another little gush of liquid seeped out between her thighs.
For a minute, Gina thought about making Olivia eat separately for the sake of verisimilitude, but decided that was needlessly cruel. And anyway Olivia looked so delectable that it was all Gina could do not to attack her right there and then. Determined to be civilized, Gina politely made conversation as they filled their plates.
“So who is this Mimi?” Gina asked Claire, throwing a glance at Olivia. “Olivia’s told me a little bit about her, but you probably know more.”
“Well, she started off as my employer, and somehow now she kind of runs my whole life,” said Claire, her eyes a little downcast. “Not that I mind. She takes good care of me, and of all the rest of us. Mimi’s just that kind of person. Somehow or other, you always end up doing what she wants you to do.”
“Hmm.” For a moment Gina contemplated what it would be like to be that kind of person. Then she shook it off and started eating. The food had turned out perfectly, and for a while it was quiet in the room except for the sounds of chewing and the occasional contented sigh.
Claire was the first to sit down her fork and lean back in her chair. “Oh my God, that was amazing,” she said. “Thank you so much.”
“I hope you saved room for dessert,” said Gina, smiling radiantly.
“Um, well, sure. Give me a few minutes though.”
“Of course,” answered Gina. “We have all the time in the world.”
* * *
After unwrapping the new strap-on and glancing at the manual, which was surprisingly lengthy, Jessica decided to flip a coin to see who would be the first to get fucked with it. She got out a quarter and asked Marie to call it in the air; Marie called heads, and it came up tails. Jane clapped her hands with girlish glee while Marie scowled.
Both of them helped Jessica with the harness, making sure everything was tight and secure. Then Jessica flipped the little switch that turned on the vibration and felt a very subtle but deeply pleasurable little tingle in her clit. She immediately felt like a better person, a warm and benevolent monarch. Turning to Jane, she asked, “How would you like it?”
Jane decided that she wanted to be bent over the couch and fucked from behind. “And I want Marie to spank me while you do it to me.”
“Your wish is my command,” said Jessica, and so it was. Right off, Jane started moaning louder than either of them had ever heard, and she only got louder from there. She had never felt anything quite like it — the warm buzzing deep inside her as Marie’s hand came down again and again on her ass cheeks. She came three times in rapid succession, then forcefully pushed Jessica away, surprising them both.
“I’m sorry,” she said when she’d had a chance to catch her breath. “I really couldn’t take any more.”
“It’s OK,” reassured Jessica, stroking the shaft with one hand while looking at Marie. “Your turn.”
Marie wanted to be tied hand and foot to the bed, and soon she was. Once she was helpless, though, Jessica decided to tease her a little bit. Holding the tip of the strap-on inches from Marie’s mouth, she taunted, “Is this what you want?” Marie just groaned, and a little trickle of drool ran down the corner of her mouth. “How bad?”
Marie talked slowly, as if it was difficult for her to think of words. “So bad. Please, mistress. Just fuck me. Please.”
Jessica pushed the tip of the dildo into Marie’s mouth, and she sucked hungrily, tasting Jane’s pussy juice and feeling her mouth begin to vibrate sympathetically. It was hypnotic, and she would have gladly continued sucking indefinitely; she felt a little frustrated when Jessica pulled out of her mouth, but after having a moment to think about what was going to happen next, she smiled beatifically.
Before going any further, Jessica had Jane blindfold and ball-gag Marie. It just felt necessary. Moving to kneel between Marie’s wide-open legs, Jessica ran the soft tip of the buzzing dildo gently across her stomach, her hips, her belly button, her thighs. Marie was on the edge of orgasm before she was even penetrated, and once she was, she came almost right away. She climaxed four more times, moaning louder and louder each time, until Jessica finally realized that she was begging for no more, and that she meant it.
When Jessica stepped back to release the strap-on from Marie’s cunt, Jane immediately dropped to her knees and took it into her mouth. After sucking it dry of Marie’s goo she rolled over on her back and spread her legs as wide as they would go.
“Please give it to me again. Please.”
Jessica considered for a moment and then shook her head. “No, I don’t think so. Not right now.”
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And then all of a sudden one was right in front of her: The door opened and there was Olivia, dressed in an extremely slutty French maid costume that left little to the imagination. Claire was pleased to see how well it fit — she had sold it to Gina earlier that day. All day long Claire had been imagining Olivia in the outfit, and she looked even better than might have been expected. Her décolletage looked particularly appetizing, and Claire reflexively licked her lips as she handed Olivia the wine bottle.
Olivia had been hesitant to wear the maid outfit at first, thinking it a little demeaning. But Gina convinced her to at least try it on, and when she saw how hot she looked — and the expression on Gina’s face — she changed her mind. Claire and Gina were both in elegantly sexy black dresses, and this made Olivia feel that much more exposed, and younger — like she was a girl in the presence of women, though Claire was only a few years older than she was. But Olivia’s pussy was already soaked thinking of what might transpire that evening, and this more than made up for any awkwardness she might be feeling.
Gina greeted Claire warmly and they pecked each other on the cheek. Gina praised Claire’s choice of wine — it was an Italian vintage that Gina had heard of but never tasted. Claire grinned mischievously. “I borrowed it from Mimi’s cellar,” she said. “I think it’s worth about $250.”
“Oh, wow,” said Gina. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
Claire shrugged. “She has cases of it. One bottle won’t be missed.”
Gina had really pulled out all the stops on dinner that night, making a warm seafood salad, fried tomatoes, and baked crespelle with bolognese meat sauce. She had timed it perfectly, and she and Claire sat down at the dining room table as Olivia delivered the various dishes to the table. Sipping a glass of wine, Gina playfully slapped Olivia on the rear as she passed on her way back to the kitchen. Olivia mock-glared over her shoulder and stuck out her tongue.
“You’ll be spanked for that later,” said Gina, and Olivia gulped, because she knew that Gina meant it. Another little gush of liquid seeped out between her thighs.
For a minute, Gina thought about making Olivia eat separately for the sake of verisimilitude, but decided that was needlessly cruel. And anyway Olivia looked so delectable that it was all Gina could do not to attack her right there and then. Determined to be civilized, Gina politely made conversation as they filled their plates.
“So who is this Mimi?” Gina asked Claire, throwing a glance at Olivia. “Olivia’s told me a little bit about her, but you probably know more.”
“Well, she started off as my employer, and somehow now she kind of runs my whole life,” said Claire, her eyes a little downcast. “Not that I mind. She takes good care of me, and of all the rest of us. Mimi’s just that kind of person. Somehow or other, you always end up doing what she wants you to do.”
“Hmm.” For a moment Gina contemplated what it would be like to be that kind of person. Then she shook it off and started eating. The food had turned out perfectly, and for a while it was quiet in the room except for the sounds of chewing and the occasional contented sigh.
Claire was the first to sit down her fork and lean back in her chair. “Oh my God, that was amazing,” she said. “Thank you so much.”
“I hope you saved room for dessert,” said Gina, smiling radiantly.
“Um, well, sure. Give me a few minutes though.”
“Of course,” answered Gina. “We have all the time in the world.”
* * *
After unwrapping the new strap-on and glancing at the manual, which was surprisingly lengthy, Jessica decided to flip a coin to see who would be the first to get fucked with it. She got out a quarter and asked Marie to call it in the air; Marie called heads, and it came up tails. Jane clapped her hands with girlish glee while Marie scowled.
Both of them helped Jessica with the harness, making sure everything was tight and secure. Then Jessica flipped the little switch that turned on the vibration and felt a very subtle but deeply pleasurable little tingle in her clit. She immediately felt like a better person, a warm and benevolent monarch. Turning to Jane, she asked, “How would you like it?”
Jane decided that she wanted to be bent over the couch and fucked from behind. “And I want Marie to spank me while you do it to me.”
“Your wish is my command,” said Jessica, and so it was. Right off, Jane started moaning louder than either of them had ever heard, and she only got louder from there. She had never felt anything quite like it — the warm buzzing deep inside her as Marie’s hand came down again and again on her ass cheeks. She came three times in rapid succession, then forcefully pushed Jessica away, surprising them both.
“I’m sorry,” she said when she’d had a chance to catch her breath. “I really couldn’t take any more.”
“It’s OK,” reassured Jessica, stroking the shaft with one hand while looking at Marie. “Your turn.”
Marie wanted to be tied hand and foot to the bed, and soon she was. Once she was helpless, though, Jessica decided to tease her a little bit. Holding the tip of the strap-on inches from Marie’s mouth, she taunted, “Is this what you want?” Marie just groaned, and a little trickle of drool ran down the corner of her mouth. “How bad?”
Marie talked slowly, as if it was difficult for her to think of words. “So bad. Please, mistress. Just fuck me. Please.”
Jessica pushed the tip of the dildo into Marie’s mouth, and she sucked hungrily, tasting Jane’s pussy juice and feeling her mouth begin to vibrate sympathetically. It was hypnotic, and she would have gladly continued sucking indefinitely; she felt a little frustrated when Jessica pulled out of her mouth, but after having a moment to think about what was going to happen next, she smiled beatifically.
Before going any further, Jessica had Jane blindfold and ball-gag Marie. It just felt necessary. Moving to kneel between Marie’s wide-open legs, Jessica ran the soft tip of the buzzing dildo gently across her stomach, her hips, her belly button, her thighs. Marie was on the edge of orgasm before she was even penetrated, and once she was, she came almost right away. She climaxed four more times, moaning louder and louder each time, until Jessica finally realized that she was begging for no more, and that she meant it.
When Jessica stepped back to release the strap-on from Marie’s cunt, Jane immediately dropped to her knees and took it into her mouth. After sucking it dry of Marie’s goo she rolled over on her back and spread her legs as wide as they would go.
“Please give it to me again. Please.”
Jessica considered for a moment and then shook her head. “No, I don’t think so. Not right now.”
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Tuesday, January 14, 2014
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 83
It wasn’t easy for Olivia to make Mimi come; she was at an awkward angle, didn’t have the use of her hands, and couldn’t see a thing – not to mention that she kept getting distracted by Sylvia tanning her ass and thighs with the riding crop. But she eventually did it, and was rewarded with a very satisfying series of shuddering moans, along with fingernail marks on her shoulder that would remain visible for more than a week.
Mimi took a minute to rest and pour herself a new glass of Champagne, but she was far from finished with the two cheerleaders. She pulled Olivia down off the sofa and onto her knees, and bent her over so that her head was between Lexi’s legs. Smelling Lexi’s pussy nearby, Olivia grasped what was wanted of her, stuck out her tongue, and got to work.
Watching Mimi’s eyes all the way, ready to stop immediately if her mistress desired it, Mia now slipped out of her kimono, climbed up onto the table, and covered Lexi’s mouth with her freshly shaved pussy. Mimi sat back and sipped her Champagne, very much enjoying this scenario: the blond cheerleader tied to the table, blindfolded, her crumpled uniform gathered above her waist and below her bust; the Asian cheerleader, on her knees servicing the blonde, blindfolded also and with her skirt hiked up to reveal a bright red ass; and of course Mia, who from this angle could have been Olivia’s sister, pinching her own nipples as she rolled her hips to get more pleasure from Lexi’s tongue.
Claire sat with her legs spread wide, desperately finger-fucking herself, sweat beading on her forehead. Mimi gestured to Emily, who returned a moment later with two strap-ons. After helping Mimi and Sylvia into the harnesses, Emily was allowed to kneel and moisten the artificial phalluses with her tongue and mouth. When they were ready, Sylvia took up a position behind Mia, Mimi behind Olivia. Sylvia bent Mia forward and penetrated her just as Mimi slipped into Olivia.
Claire could wait no longer to get involved, dropping to the floor and wriggling underneath to lick Olivia’s clit as Mimi fucked her. This caused Olivia to come quickly and violently – once, twice, three times – after which Mimi simply rolled her aside and plunged into Lexi. Mia and Lexi were now in 69 position as Mimi and Sylvia alternately filled their mouths and cunts.
At last Mimi and Sylvia stepped away and sat down on a couch, sweaty and grinning, leaving the two younger girls in a tangled heap on the table. Mimi signaled to Emily, who appeared swiftly with a fresh bottle of Champagne, poured glasses for her mistress and Sylvia, and dropped to her knees to clean the various juices off their strap-ons.
After a few minutes Mia rose, walked shakily over to where Mimi was and sat down heavily, a faraway look in her eyes. This left Lexi alone on the table, disheveled and dazed, her pussy gaping helplessly open. Olivia moved to untie her but Mimi said sharply, “Wait.”
Acting on unspoken instructions from her mistress, Emily fitted a face dildo onto Lexi as Mimi unfastened her harness and shook out of it. Moving slowly and deliberately, with a panther’s grace, Mimi stood and knelt on the table straddling Lexi’s head. Gripping the dildo with one hand, she positioned it between her pussy lips and sank down gradually until they were kissing Lexi’s face.
Now Emily gestured for Olivia to stand and fixed up her clothes so she looked once again like a cheerleader rather than a debauched fuck toy. Then Emily outfitted Olivia with a face dildo as well, and as Mimi moaned softly while grinding down on Lexi’s face, Olivia dropped to her knees and obediently pushed her new appendage into the blond cheerleader.
Ten minutes later Lexi was finally released, but only after she’d given Mimi two orgasms and had two more of her own, moaning urgently through the apparatus covering her face. After being helped to her feet by Emily, wobbling like a baby doe standing on her own for the first time, Lexi sat down beside Olivia, who wrapped one arm around her and pulled her close. Olivia kissed her friend softly on the forehead, feeling satisfied and warm, yet also somehow unsettled, as if something was going on beyond her comprehension.
* * *
Just as the first rays of dawn were lightening the sky, Claire walked Olivia and Lexi to where the cars were parked, only to find that her battery was dead. Claire asked Olivia for a ride home, and Olivia said “Sure.”
Lexi sprawled out in the back, sighing in contented exhaustion, and Claire took the passenger seat, asking for permission to smoke in the car. Olivia reluctantly agreed, knowing she was already in trouble for coming home so late. Claire cracked a window, sat back and took a puff, exhaling thoughtfully. “I bet you’ve been wondering about all the mirrors,” she said.
“Well, sort of,” answered Olivia. “What do you mean?”
“They’re all one-way mirrors. Mimi’s husband watches everything that happens in that house.”
Olivia nodded. That explained the feeling she’d had; now that she thought about it, she’d sensed unseen eyes on her all night long. The idea was at once chilling and thrilling; it added a whole new dimension of weirdness to an already strange night, one that she would not soon forget.
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Mimi took a minute to rest and pour herself a new glass of Champagne, but she was far from finished with the two cheerleaders. She pulled Olivia down off the sofa and onto her knees, and bent her over so that her head was between Lexi’s legs. Smelling Lexi’s pussy nearby, Olivia grasped what was wanted of her, stuck out her tongue, and got to work.
Watching Mimi’s eyes all the way, ready to stop immediately if her mistress desired it, Mia now slipped out of her kimono, climbed up onto the table, and covered Lexi’s mouth with her freshly shaved pussy. Mimi sat back and sipped her Champagne, very much enjoying this scenario: the blond cheerleader tied to the table, blindfolded, her crumpled uniform gathered above her waist and below her bust; the Asian cheerleader, on her knees servicing the blonde, blindfolded also and with her skirt hiked up to reveal a bright red ass; and of course Mia, who from this angle could have been Olivia’s sister, pinching her own nipples as she rolled her hips to get more pleasure from Lexi’s tongue.
Claire sat with her legs spread wide, desperately finger-fucking herself, sweat beading on her forehead. Mimi gestured to Emily, who returned a moment later with two strap-ons. After helping Mimi and Sylvia into the harnesses, Emily was allowed to kneel and moisten the artificial phalluses with her tongue and mouth. When they were ready, Sylvia took up a position behind Mia, Mimi behind Olivia. Sylvia bent Mia forward and penetrated her just as Mimi slipped into Olivia.
Claire could wait no longer to get involved, dropping to the floor and wriggling underneath to lick Olivia’s clit as Mimi fucked her. This caused Olivia to come quickly and violently – once, twice, three times – after which Mimi simply rolled her aside and plunged into Lexi. Mia and Lexi were now in 69 position as Mimi and Sylvia alternately filled their mouths and cunts.
At last Mimi and Sylvia stepped away and sat down on a couch, sweaty and grinning, leaving the two younger girls in a tangled heap on the table. Mimi signaled to Emily, who appeared swiftly with a fresh bottle of Champagne, poured glasses for her mistress and Sylvia, and dropped to her knees to clean the various juices off their strap-ons.
After a few minutes Mia rose, walked shakily over to where Mimi was and sat down heavily, a faraway look in her eyes. This left Lexi alone on the table, disheveled and dazed, her pussy gaping helplessly open. Olivia moved to untie her but Mimi said sharply, “Wait.”
Acting on unspoken instructions from her mistress, Emily fitted a face dildo onto Lexi as Mimi unfastened her harness and shook out of it. Moving slowly and deliberately, with a panther’s grace, Mimi stood and knelt on the table straddling Lexi’s head. Gripping the dildo with one hand, she positioned it between her pussy lips and sank down gradually until they were kissing Lexi’s face.
Now Emily gestured for Olivia to stand and fixed up her clothes so she looked once again like a cheerleader rather than a debauched fuck toy. Then Emily outfitted Olivia with a face dildo as well, and as Mimi moaned softly while grinding down on Lexi’s face, Olivia dropped to her knees and obediently pushed her new appendage into the blond cheerleader.
Ten minutes later Lexi was finally released, but only after she’d given Mimi two orgasms and had two more of her own, moaning urgently through the apparatus covering her face. After being helped to her feet by Emily, wobbling like a baby doe standing on her own for the first time, Lexi sat down beside Olivia, who wrapped one arm around her and pulled her close. Olivia kissed her friend softly on the forehead, feeling satisfied and warm, yet also somehow unsettled, as if something was going on beyond her comprehension.
* * *
Just as the first rays of dawn were lightening the sky, Claire walked Olivia and Lexi to where the cars were parked, only to find that her battery was dead. Claire asked Olivia for a ride home, and Olivia said “Sure.”
Lexi sprawled out in the back, sighing in contented exhaustion, and Claire took the passenger seat, asking for permission to smoke in the car. Olivia reluctantly agreed, knowing she was already in trouble for coming home so late. Claire cracked a window, sat back and took a puff, exhaling thoughtfully. “I bet you’ve been wondering about all the mirrors,” she said.
“Well, sort of,” answered Olivia. “What do you mean?”
“They’re all one-way mirrors. Mimi’s husband watches everything that happens in that house.”
Olivia nodded. That explained the feeling she’d had; now that she thought about it, she’d sensed unseen eyes on her all night long. The idea was at once chilling and thrilling; it added a whole new dimension of weirdness to an already strange night, one that she would not soon forget.
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Tuesday, December 31, 2013
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 82
Sated and exhausted at last, Olivia, Claire, and Lexi retreated to the quiet kitchen for a cold beverage. Then Claire led the way up the side stairs to a rooftop hot tub, where they soaked and looked up at the stars. Claire lit up a hand-rolled cigarette and offered it to Olivia, who passed, then to Lexi, who took a big draw and coughed a cloud of sweet-smelling smoke into Olivia’s face.
Maybe a half-hour later they heard footsteps on the stairs and Mimi’s maid Emily appeared, looking mildly frantic. “Oh, there you are,” she said. “I’ve been looking all over for you three. The mistress would like you to join her for a glass of Champagne.”
Claire snorted. “Isn’t Champagne usually for the winners?”
Emily shrugged. “I just work here.”
Slipping into robes, they followed Emily downstairs. They found Mimi in an enormous, sparsely furnished room where one big round table was surrounded by a circle of sofas and end tables. The light, which was rich but muted, came from wall sconces and again one wall was completely covered by a mirror, making the room seem to extend off into infinity. The other walls were decorated with whips, chains, riding crops, and other instruments of punishment.
Sylvia a.k.a. The Predator was there, Champagne in hand. Sitting next to her was Mia, who had earlier been wearing pajamas but was now in a kimono, as was Mimi. Mimi gestured for the new arrivals to sit, and Emily poured them all glasses.
“Valiant efforts, all of you,” said Mimi, raising her glass. “Cheers.”
They all drank, and Mimi then turned her attention to Lexi. “What was your name, sweetheart?”
“Lexi.”
“And you came with Olivia, yes?” Lexi nodded. “How do you two know each other?”
“We go to school together.”
“Where do you go to school?” asked Mimi.
Lexi answered, and as the conversation continued, it eventually came out that she and Olivia were cheerleaders. Mimi immediately froze, here eyes wide. “Are you really cheerleaders?” she asked. Lexi and Olivia both nodded. “Oh, my,” said Mimi, sitting her glass down. Her eyes shot over to Emily. “Do we have any cheerleader uniforms?”
“I think we do,” answered Emily.
“Get them.”
Emily went off on this mission while Claire took the two girls to a bathroom, where she washed and blow-dried their hair. Emily appeared some time later with two sets of pom-poms and two cheerleader uniforms. They didn’t quite fit and didn’t match – one was maroon and yellow, the other blue and gold – but Lexi and Olivia looked quite sexy in them anyway. When they returned to where the others were, Mimi’s eyes lit up.
“Well well well,” she murmured, sipping her champagne, looking the girls up and down. “OK,” she said at last, “cheer for me.”
Olivia and Lexi complied, doing a short routine that ended with them leaping in the air, waving their pom-poms overhead. Neither was wearing a bra, so their breasts continued bobbing for several seconds after they finished.
Mimi and the others applauded, after which Mimi picked up her half-full Champagne glass, downed it in one gulp, sat it down again, and stood up. “Now come over here.”
When they complied Mimi spun the two cheerleaders around, positioned them on their knees, and motioned to Mia, who returned shortly with two blindfolds, two ballgags, and two pairs of handcuffs. Soon Olivia and Lexi were both bent over the sofa, gagged and blindfolded with their hands cuffed behind their backs. Mimi lifted their skirts, pulled their panties down to their knees, and reached for a riding crop.
“I’ve always wanted to punish cheerleaders,” said Mimi as she landed the first blow on each ass in turn. “The ones in my high school were not very nice.” She continued until both butts were nice and red, then bent down to make sure they were hot as well. While she was there she slid a hand between each girl’s legs, and was pleased to find that they were wet and sticky down there.
At Mimi’s behest Mia and Emily stood Lexi up, uncuffed her, and stretched her out face-up on the table. They tied her wrists and ankles to the table legs so she was spread-eagled as Mimi pulled up her top to expose her breasts and snapped on nipple clamps. Lexi whimpered softly as Mimi slid her fingernails up and down the girl’s soft inner thighs, then moaned helplessly as Mimi ran one finger between her pussy lips while simultaneously tugging on the nipple clamps.
Mimi fed the wet finger to Mia, who sucked it clean then looked at Lexi’s crotch and back at Mimi as if to say “May I?” But Mimi wanted Lexi to marinate a while longer; instead she turned her attention to Olivia, who was wondering what might be going on behind her.
Olivia felt a warmth as Mimi sat down next to her. Pulling off Olivia’s gag, Mimi opened her kimono and drew the cheerleader’s head to her chest. Sylvia, tired of just watching, picked up the riding crop and applied a series of stinging little taps across Olivia’s thighs and crotch.
Mia, meanwhile, leaned over Lexi and played with her nipple clamps while licking up and down her ears, shoulders, and neck. Looking over at Mimi again for approval, and this time getting a nod of assent, Mia unfastened Lexi’s gag, popped it out of her mouth, and replaced it with one breast, then the other. Wanting to taste Lexi’s nipples, Mia now lifted off the clamps and commenced to lick and nibble the inflamed teats.
Mimi guided Olivia’s head down across her stomach and between her legs, which she opened wider to give the cheerleader better access. Directly across from them Claire sat rubbing her pussy with one finger, and behind her stood Emily, moving nothing but her eyes as she took in the scene before her.
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Maybe a half-hour later they heard footsteps on the stairs and Mimi’s maid Emily appeared, looking mildly frantic. “Oh, there you are,” she said. “I’ve been looking all over for you three. The mistress would like you to join her for a glass of Champagne.”
Claire snorted. “Isn’t Champagne usually for the winners?”
Emily shrugged. “I just work here.”
Slipping into robes, they followed Emily downstairs. They found Mimi in an enormous, sparsely furnished room where one big round table was surrounded by a circle of sofas and end tables. The light, which was rich but muted, came from wall sconces and again one wall was completely covered by a mirror, making the room seem to extend off into infinity. The other walls were decorated with whips, chains, riding crops, and other instruments of punishment.
Sylvia a.k.a. The Predator was there, Champagne in hand. Sitting next to her was Mia, who had earlier been wearing pajamas but was now in a kimono, as was Mimi. Mimi gestured for the new arrivals to sit, and Emily poured them all glasses.
“Valiant efforts, all of you,” said Mimi, raising her glass. “Cheers.”
They all drank, and Mimi then turned her attention to Lexi. “What was your name, sweetheart?”
“Lexi.”
“And you came with Olivia, yes?” Lexi nodded. “How do you two know each other?”
“We go to school together.”
“Where do you go to school?” asked Mimi.
Lexi answered, and as the conversation continued, it eventually came out that she and Olivia were cheerleaders. Mimi immediately froze, here eyes wide. “Are you really cheerleaders?” she asked. Lexi and Olivia both nodded. “Oh, my,” said Mimi, sitting her glass down. Her eyes shot over to Emily. “Do we have any cheerleader uniforms?”
“I think we do,” answered Emily.
“Get them.”
Emily went off on this mission while Claire took the two girls to a bathroom, where she washed and blow-dried their hair. Emily appeared some time later with two sets of pom-poms and two cheerleader uniforms. They didn’t quite fit and didn’t match – one was maroon and yellow, the other blue and gold – but Lexi and Olivia looked quite sexy in them anyway. When they returned to where the others were, Mimi’s eyes lit up.
“Well well well,” she murmured, sipping her champagne, looking the girls up and down. “OK,” she said at last, “cheer for me.”
Olivia and Lexi complied, doing a short routine that ended with them leaping in the air, waving their pom-poms overhead. Neither was wearing a bra, so their breasts continued bobbing for several seconds after they finished.
Mimi and the others applauded, after which Mimi picked up her half-full Champagne glass, downed it in one gulp, sat it down again, and stood up. “Now come over here.”
When they complied Mimi spun the two cheerleaders around, positioned them on their knees, and motioned to Mia, who returned shortly with two blindfolds, two ballgags, and two pairs of handcuffs. Soon Olivia and Lexi were both bent over the sofa, gagged and blindfolded with their hands cuffed behind their backs. Mimi lifted their skirts, pulled their panties down to their knees, and reached for a riding crop.
“I’ve always wanted to punish cheerleaders,” said Mimi as she landed the first blow on each ass in turn. “The ones in my high school were not very nice.” She continued until both butts were nice and red, then bent down to make sure they were hot as well. While she was there she slid a hand between each girl’s legs, and was pleased to find that they were wet and sticky down there.
At Mimi’s behest Mia and Emily stood Lexi up, uncuffed her, and stretched her out face-up on the table. They tied her wrists and ankles to the table legs so she was spread-eagled as Mimi pulled up her top to expose her breasts and snapped on nipple clamps. Lexi whimpered softly as Mimi slid her fingernails up and down the girl’s soft inner thighs, then moaned helplessly as Mimi ran one finger between her pussy lips while simultaneously tugging on the nipple clamps.
Mimi fed the wet finger to Mia, who sucked it clean then looked at Lexi’s crotch and back at Mimi as if to say “May I?” But Mimi wanted Lexi to marinate a while longer; instead she turned her attention to Olivia, who was wondering what might be going on behind her.
Olivia felt a warmth as Mimi sat down next to her. Pulling off Olivia’s gag, Mimi opened her kimono and drew the cheerleader’s head to her chest. Sylvia, tired of just watching, picked up the riding crop and applied a series of stinging little taps across Olivia’s thighs and crotch.
Mia, meanwhile, leaned over Lexi and played with her nipple clamps while licking up and down her ears, shoulders, and neck. Looking over at Mimi again for approval, and this time getting a nod of assent, Mia unfastened Lexi’s gag, popped it out of her mouth, and replaced it with one breast, then the other. Wanting to taste Lexi’s nipples, Mia now lifted off the clamps and commenced to lick and nibble the inflamed teats.
Mimi guided Olivia’s head down across her stomach and between her legs, which she opened wider to give the cheerleader better access. Directly across from them Claire sat rubbing her pussy with one finger, and behind her stood Emily, moving nothing but her eyes as she took in the scene before her.
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Thursday, December 19, 2013
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 81
Olivia’s head was buzzing; to whatever was in those cookies she had now added a large mojito, and it was a strange enough scene to begin with. There was Claire, sprawled out at Mimi’s feet with a towel wrapped around her. There was Lexi, on her knees cleaning her own juices off of Calamity’s strap-on. Olivia realized that her pussy was throbbing, and that without thinking about it she’d been rubbing herself through her dress.
The woman in the hat and suit that she’d been dancing with walked up to Blondie, and the two conferred quietly for a minute. When they were done Blondie called for quiet and announced, “Ladies, we have time for one more bout. Who would like to face off against Harriet the Spy?”
Suddenly Olivia felt very hot, like a bright light was shining on her, and a voice in her head was saying “Do it.” She resisted for a minute but when no one else spoke up she finally thought, well, why not? Why the hell not?
“Me,” said Olivia, raising her hand. The crowd applauded and Harriet lifted off her hat – revealing a surprising, glorious mane of black hair that was shaved on the sides – and tipped it in Olivia’s direction. Next Harriet slipped out of her jacket and shirt, revealing heavily tattooed, well-muscled arms and substantial breasts held back by a red lace bra. Underneath her pants, which came off next, were matching red lace panties and taut, powerful thighs.
Olivia, for her part, pulled her dress off over her head and spontaneously decided to just go all the way naked. Her panties were soaked through and the bra would just get in the way, she reasoned. She dropped her bra to the floor and tossed the panties to the crowd, which hooted appreciatively.
When Blondie signaled for them to start, Olivia was surprised by how quickly Harriet was on her. Her reaction time was not the greatest in her current state, but when Harriet grabbed her by the waist and threw her to the ground she woke up in a hurry. She was already sweating and the sweat flowed freely as she writhed around in Harriet’s grasp, turning herself 90 degrees and getting a hold on the older woman’s muscular thigh.
For awhile there was a stalemate, each wrestler trying to budge the other, neither making progress. From her position Harriet couldn’t get enough leverage to roll Olivia onto her back, but she could reach Olivia’s nipple with her mouth – so she bit it gently, sucked on it briefly, then bit down a little harder.
The combination of pleasure and pain threw Olivia into a state of confusion and she relaxed briefly, allowing Harriet to turn her over. Thinking quickly, Olivia used that momentum to continue rolling and found herself on top with her naked breasts pressing into Harriet’s stomach. Harriet reacted quickly and violently, pushing herself away from the ground with both hands, and there was a short free-for-all that ended with both women on their sides, each one’s head clamped between the other’s thighs.
Olivia had a good view of the red strip of fabric between Harriet’s legs, which was slightly askew, revealing one pussy lip. She would have liked to bury her face in it, wrestling match or no, but Harriet’s legs were strong and she couldn’t move an inch. Harriet, meanwhile, was able to slowly inch her head up between Olivia’s sweat-slick thighs, licking and nibbling as she went. Gradually Olivia began to lose her grip on Harriet’s head, and on reality.
Finally Olivia felt Harriet’s tongue glide across her vulva and instinctively opened her legs, releasing Harriet’s head entirely. Sensing that the end was near, Harriet jammed her tongue deep into Olivia, simultaneously rolling the younger girl over and forcefully sinking her own crotch onto Olivia’s face. Buried in Harriet’s warmth and wetness, the leading edge of an orgasm beginning to rumble through her, Olivia didn’t really notice or care when Blondie counted her out.
When Harriet finally released her from the pin, Olivia found herself surrounded by Judy, Sylvia, and Calamity, all stroking their strap-ons and and looking down at her. Soon Olivia found herself on her knees with one plastic cock in her mouth and one in either hand as Harriet gripped her hips from behind, aiming the biggest strap-on of all straight at her pussy.
Meanwhile the music had started up again; some of those present were still watching the action on the mat, some were dancing, and some were involved in amusements of their own. When Harriet penetrated her, Olivia arched her back, exhaled sharply, and dropped her head; for a moment she thought she was going to pass out. But then a tremendous rush of energy passed through her and she opened her eyes to see a small butterfly tattoo belonging to Sylvia, who lifted Olivia’s chin and plunged into her mouth.
From this point on Olivia lost track of what happened when. At some point Lexi came over, and she and Olivia ended up in 69 position, dildos thrusting in and out of their holes. Then Claire joined in and they became a writhing mass of bodies. Olivia looked up and there was Mimi, smiling down at them, one hand resting gently on her crotch as she whispered into the ear of the girl in the blue pajamas. Sexy images were being projected on the wall behind Mimi; Olivia saw a naked blonde being flogged by a dominatrix in black leather, then a black-and-white photo of herself and Claire, a quite explicit one.
Somehow that made her feel self-conscious in a way that none of the rest of it had; she briefly wondered what Gina would think of all this. But then the girl in PJs was stepping forward, pulling off her bottoms, and sitting on Olivia’s face as a strobe light began to flash. Soon all was forgotten but the moment and the pleasure.
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The woman in the hat and suit that she’d been dancing with walked up to Blondie, and the two conferred quietly for a minute. When they were done Blondie called for quiet and announced, “Ladies, we have time for one more bout. Who would like to face off against Harriet the Spy?”
Suddenly Olivia felt very hot, like a bright light was shining on her, and a voice in her head was saying “Do it.” She resisted for a minute but when no one else spoke up she finally thought, well, why not? Why the hell not?
“Me,” said Olivia, raising her hand. The crowd applauded and Harriet lifted off her hat – revealing a surprising, glorious mane of black hair that was shaved on the sides – and tipped it in Olivia’s direction. Next Harriet slipped out of her jacket and shirt, revealing heavily tattooed, well-muscled arms and substantial breasts held back by a red lace bra. Underneath her pants, which came off next, were matching red lace panties and taut, powerful thighs.
Olivia, for her part, pulled her dress off over her head and spontaneously decided to just go all the way naked. Her panties were soaked through and the bra would just get in the way, she reasoned. She dropped her bra to the floor and tossed the panties to the crowd, which hooted appreciatively.
When Blondie signaled for them to start, Olivia was surprised by how quickly Harriet was on her. Her reaction time was not the greatest in her current state, but when Harriet grabbed her by the waist and threw her to the ground she woke up in a hurry. She was already sweating and the sweat flowed freely as she writhed around in Harriet’s grasp, turning herself 90 degrees and getting a hold on the older woman’s muscular thigh.
For awhile there was a stalemate, each wrestler trying to budge the other, neither making progress. From her position Harriet couldn’t get enough leverage to roll Olivia onto her back, but she could reach Olivia’s nipple with her mouth – so she bit it gently, sucked on it briefly, then bit down a little harder.
The combination of pleasure and pain threw Olivia into a state of confusion and she relaxed briefly, allowing Harriet to turn her over. Thinking quickly, Olivia used that momentum to continue rolling and found herself on top with her naked breasts pressing into Harriet’s stomach. Harriet reacted quickly and violently, pushing herself away from the ground with both hands, and there was a short free-for-all that ended with both women on their sides, each one’s head clamped between the other’s thighs.
Olivia had a good view of the red strip of fabric between Harriet’s legs, which was slightly askew, revealing one pussy lip. She would have liked to bury her face in it, wrestling match or no, but Harriet’s legs were strong and she couldn’t move an inch. Harriet, meanwhile, was able to slowly inch her head up between Olivia’s sweat-slick thighs, licking and nibbling as she went. Gradually Olivia began to lose her grip on Harriet’s head, and on reality.
Finally Olivia felt Harriet’s tongue glide across her vulva and instinctively opened her legs, releasing Harriet’s head entirely. Sensing that the end was near, Harriet jammed her tongue deep into Olivia, simultaneously rolling the younger girl over and forcefully sinking her own crotch onto Olivia’s face. Buried in Harriet’s warmth and wetness, the leading edge of an orgasm beginning to rumble through her, Olivia didn’t really notice or care when Blondie counted her out.
When Harriet finally released her from the pin, Olivia found herself surrounded by Judy, Sylvia, and Calamity, all stroking their strap-ons and and looking down at her. Soon Olivia found herself on her knees with one plastic cock in her mouth and one in either hand as Harriet gripped her hips from behind, aiming the biggest strap-on of all straight at her pussy.
Meanwhile the music had started up again; some of those present were still watching the action on the mat, some were dancing, and some were involved in amusements of their own. When Harriet penetrated her, Olivia arched her back, exhaled sharply, and dropped her head; for a moment she thought she was going to pass out. But then a tremendous rush of energy passed through her and she opened her eyes to see a small butterfly tattoo belonging to Sylvia, who lifted Olivia’s chin and plunged into her mouth.
From this point on Olivia lost track of what happened when. At some point Lexi came over, and she and Olivia ended up in 69 position, dildos thrusting in and out of their holes. Then Claire joined in and they became a writhing mass of bodies. Olivia looked up and there was Mimi, smiling down at them, one hand resting gently on her crotch as she whispered into the ear of the girl in the blue pajamas. Sexy images were being projected on the wall behind Mimi; Olivia saw a naked blonde being flogged by a dominatrix in black leather, then a black-and-white photo of herself and Claire, a quite explicit one.
Somehow that made her feel self-conscious in a way that none of the rest of it had; she briefly wondered what Gina would think of all this. But then the girl in PJs was stepping forward, pulling off her bottoms, and sitting on Olivia’s face as a strobe light began to flash. Soon all was forgotten but the moment and the pleasure.
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Tuesday, December 17, 2013
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 80
“Our next grappler is looking for a challenger,” announced Blondie. “Who among us is brave enough to face… the Predator?”
All attention turned toward a compact, powerful-looking black woman with dreadlocks. She was dressed for action in a sports bra and very short, tight shorts that hugged her ample, muscular rump. She clasped her hands over her head and there was a murmur in the crowd, but for a long minute it seemed that no one was going to step up and take her on. At last Olivia heard a familiar voice behind her assert, “I’ll do it.”
Olivia turned to see Claire coming forward, greeted by a round of applause. Claire doffed her shoes, blouse, and skirt, leaving her in only white lace panties and bra. She looked very skinny next to the Predator, and Olivia was surprised that Claire was willing to take on this formidable opponent. Then again, she reflected, maybe it was a no-lose proposition.
The Predator grinned at Claire like... well, like a predator, already imagining the spoils of her victory as she looked over at the shapely redhead standing there in her underwear. Claire looked a bit like a deer in the headlights as the crowd began to cheer, some supporting the spunky challenger, but most backing the obvious favorite.
All attention turned toward a compact, powerful-looking black woman with dreadlocks. She was dressed for action in a sports bra and very short, tight shorts that hugged her ample, muscular rump. She clasped her hands over her head and there was a murmur in the crowd, but for a long minute it seemed that no one was going to step up and take her on. At last Olivia heard a familiar voice behind her assert, “I’ll do it.”
Olivia turned to see Claire coming forward, greeted by a round of applause. Claire doffed her shoes, blouse, and skirt, leaving her in only white lace panties and bra. She looked very skinny next to the Predator, and Olivia was surprised that Claire was willing to take on this formidable opponent. Then again, she reflected, maybe it was a no-lose proposition.
The Predator grinned at Claire like... well, like a predator, already imagining the spoils of her victory as she looked over at the shapely redhead standing there in her underwear. Claire looked a bit like a deer in the headlights as the crowd began to cheer, some supporting the spunky challenger, but most backing the obvious favorite.
The combatants squared off and for a few seconds just stood there, sizing each other up. Then in the blink of an eye The Predator was on Claire, lifting her into the air and tossing her effortlessly to the ground.
As with the previous bout, the outcome was never really in doubt. The Predator (whose real name, Olivia gathered from the crowd’s shouts of encouragement, was Sylvia) was considerably stronger than Claire, and mostly just played around with her, letting her get on top a couple of times and then quickly reversing. Playing to the crowd, Sylvia held Claire with one hand and pulled off her bra, then her panties, pushing one thick middle finger inside the helpless redhead.
When she felt ready Sylvia just rolled Claire over, sat on her face, and held her down until Blondie counted three. She smothered Claire with her sweaty crotch for a while longer, then stood, pulled off her shorts, and accepted the strap-on that Blondie handed her. As Sylvia tightened and adjusted the harness Claire spread her legs wide and opened her pussy lips with her fingers, obviously ready for what was about to happen. Sylvia did not disappoint, plunging in hard and not letting up until Claire lay panting and drained.
Claire was helped up by an Asian girl a little older than Olivia, wearing light blue pajamas that made her look much younger. She led Claire over to a chair, sat her down, and leaned over to whisper something in her ear. Claire grinned and reached down to cup her own crotch, which was perhaps a little sore from the treatment it had just received.
“Next up we have Calamity,” said Blondie. “Calamity, are you here?”
Up to the mat strode a woman who was somewhat on the older side — her long brown hair was liberally streaked with gray — but in magnificent shape, with a lean, muscled body encased in a red, white and blue bikini. “I’m ready to roll,” said Calamity in a husky Southern drawl. “Who wants to tussle?”
Calamity began to walk through the crowd, surveying faces and bodies, until she ended up standing on front of Lexi. “How about you, hon?” Lexi shook her head shyly. “Oh, come on, sweetheart, I don’t bite. Much. What’s your name, sweetheart?”
“Lexi.”
“Well come on, Lexi, what are you afraid of?” Calamity began to lead the crowd in chanting Lexi’s name, and finally Lexi shrugged and let Calamity take her hand and lead her to the mat. There the girl in PJs pulled Lexi’s dress up over her head and off. Lexi was wearing a black thong and no bra, so that left her practically naked, prompting whistles from the crowd.
Lexi and Calamity circled each other for a minute, but soon they were down on the ground, struggling and grunting. Lexi was stronger than she looked; though her arms were skinny she twice had the older woman almost pinned. Only by concentrating hard, her biceps and neck muscles straining visibly, did Calamity escape Lexi’s grip.
But as the match wore on Lexi appeared to get tired and Calamity found her footing, slowly but surely gaining the upper hand. Calamity also fought a little dirty — several times she pinched Lexi’s nipples, and once even bit her on the neck, though not very hard. Finally, jamming her knee into Lexi’s crotch, Calamity rolled her full weight onto the young blonde and pinned her.
Keeping Lexi down, Calamity gripped her thong and began to rub it up and down across the younger girl’s well-lubricated pussy. Lexi started to moan and the moans increased in volume as Calamity finger-fucked her, then leaned down to taste her. Calamity pulled the thong off and spread Lexi’s legs wide open, her bright pink canal now visible to everyone watching.
Next Calamity rolled Lexi over onto her stomach and gestured to Blondie, who approached with a pair of handcuffs and a strap-on. After cuffing Lexi’s hands behind her back, Calamity took her sweet time getting into the strap-on, pausing occasionally to slap Lexi on the ass. Lexi just laid there with her eyes closed and mouth open, breathing quietly, butt in the air; she was plainly in heat. Finally Calamity was ready; she opened Lexi with one hand and eased into her ever so slowly.
Lexi threw her head back and from her throat came an eerie sound, a low wail that gradually increased in volume as she was penetrated further. The room grew quiet as Calamity patiently built Lexi to a crescendo, reaching down to rub her thighs and stroke her clit. When Lexi came with a deafening shriek, the applause was thunderous.
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When she felt ready Sylvia just rolled Claire over, sat on her face, and held her down until Blondie counted three. She smothered Claire with her sweaty crotch for a while longer, then stood, pulled off her shorts, and accepted the strap-on that Blondie handed her. As Sylvia tightened and adjusted the harness Claire spread her legs wide and opened her pussy lips with her fingers, obviously ready for what was about to happen. Sylvia did not disappoint, plunging in hard and not letting up until Claire lay panting and drained.
Claire was helped up by an Asian girl a little older than Olivia, wearing light blue pajamas that made her look much younger. She led Claire over to a chair, sat her down, and leaned over to whisper something in her ear. Claire grinned and reached down to cup her own crotch, which was perhaps a little sore from the treatment it had just received.
“Next up we have Calamity,” said Blondie. “Calamity, are you here?”
Up to the mat strode a woman who was somewhat on the older side — her long brown hair was liberally streaked with gray — but in magnificent shape, with a lean, muscled body encased in a red, white and blue bikini. “I’m ready to roll,” said Calamity in a husky Southern drawl. “Who wants to tussle?”
Calamity began to walk through the crowd, surveying faces and bodies, until she ended up standing on front of Lexi. “How about you, hon?” Lexi shook her head shyly. “Oh, come on, sweetheart, I don’t bite. Much. What’s your name, sweetheart?”
“Lexi.”
“Well come on, Lexi, what are you afraid of?” Calamity began to lead the crowd in chanting Lexi’s name, and finally Lexi shrugged and let Calamity take her hand and lead her to the mat. There the girl in PJs pulled Lexi’s dress up over her head and off. Lexi was wearing a black thong and no bra, so that left her practically naked, prompting whistles from the crowd.
Lexi and Calamity circled each other for a minute, but soon they were down on the ground, struggling and grunting. Lexi was stronger than she looked; though her arms were skinny she twice had the older woman almost pinned. Only by concentrating hard, her biceps and neck muscles straining visibly, did Calamity escape Lexi’s grip.
But as the match wore on Lexi appeared to get tired and Calamity found her footing, slowly but surely gaining the upper hand. Calamity also fought a little dirty — several times she pinched Lexi’s nipples, and once even bit her on the neck, though not very hard. Finally, jamming her knee into Lexi’s crotch, Calamity rolled her full weight onto the young blonde and pinned her.
Keeping Lexi down, Calamity gripped her thong and began to rub it up and down across the younger girl’s well-lubricated pussy. Lexi started to moan and the moans increased in volume as Calamity finger-fucked her, then leaned down to taste her. Calamity pulled the thong off and spread Lexi’s legs wide open, her bright pink canal now visible to everyone watching.
Next Calamity rolled Lexi over onto her stomach and gestured to Blondie, who approached with a pair of handcuffs and a strap-on. After cuffing Lexi’s hands behind her back, Calamity took her sweet time getting into the strap-on, pausing occasionally to slap Lexi on the ass. Lexi just laid there with her eyes closed and mouth open, breathing quietly, butt in the air; she was plainly in heat. Finally Calamity was ready; she opened Lexi with one hand and eased into her ever so slowly.
Lexi threw her head back and from her throat came an eerie sound, a low wail that gradually increased in volume as she was penetrated further. The room grew quiet as Calamity patiently built Lexi to a crescendo, reaching down to rub her thighs and stroke her clit. When Lexi came with a deafening shriek, the applause was thunderous.
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Friday, August 2, 2013
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 78
Arriving home, Olivia found that she had a hard time sitting still. The idea of going to Mimi’s party intimidated her; something about the vibe in that house made her wonder what kinds of things might go on there at night. At the same time, she was intensely curious. For awhile she just rested in bed, feeling indecisive, vague images of the day’s events floating through her head.
Then she remembered that Mimi had said to bring a friend. If I can find someone to come with me, Olivia decided, I’ll go.
The only person to respond to her text was Lexi, who was on her own for the night and more than willing to go out. So now Olivia approached her mother.
“Mom, I’m going to a party tonight.”
“Oh, OK, honey. Whose party?”
“One of the girls from school,” Olivia lied. “Can I use the car?”
Olivia’s mom looked confused. “You can’t walk?”
“Um, well, it’s actually at this girl’s cousin’s house, which is a little out of town,” Olivia deftly embellished.
“Oh. Well, sure. No drinking if you’re driving, though, honey.”
Olivia rolled her eyes. “Yes, mother.”
* * *
On the drive over Lexi asked Olivia, “So how do you know this person?”
Olivia flushed. “I... err... um, it’s a long story. But it’s a beautiful house and I bet she’ll throw an amazing party.”
* * *
When Olivia and Lexi arrived at Mimi’s house. they were surprised to find only a couple of cars in the driveway. By the pool they found Claire, who was enjoying the last few minutes of sunlight, bundled up against the growing cold.
“You’re actually a little early,” said Claire. “Festivities here start fashionably late.”
Olivia introduced Claire to Lexi, and the two of them sat down to chat while Olivia went to the kitchen to look for something to snack on. She hadn’t had anything to eat since the spaghetti and she was starving. In the kitchen the first thing that caught her eye was a big plate of fresh-baked chocolate cookies. She helped herself to one and it was incredibly delicious, though with a little bit of a funny aftertaste, something she couldn’t quite identify.
Olivia was finishing her fourth cookie as Claire and Lexi came into the kitchen. Seeing Olivia standing next to the cookies, Claire winked and said, “Be careful with those. They’re pretty potent.”
Olivia gulped. Suddenly she was incredibly thirsty. She poured herself a big glass of milk and quickly drained it. For a second she felt panicky; should she make herself throw up? But then she looked at Claire, who had shed her coat to reveal a stunning red strapless dress, and decided to roll with it. What could go wrong?
* * *
Taking Olivia by one hand and Lexi by the other, Claire led them to a door that she opened to reveal a flight of steps leading downward. “Let me show you guys something,” Claire said, flipping a switch that caused lights to come on below them, flickering at first and then burning steadily.
The two cheerleaders followed Claire downstairs into what looked like the lobby of a museum. Directly in front of them was an enormous painting of a naked woman reclining on a bed. Each of the other three walls also boasted a nude — one a smaller painting, one a photograph, and one a sculpture.
“This is Mimi’s private museum,” explained Claire. Looking around, Olivia noted that all four pieces seemed to be depictions of the same woman. After further study she decided that the woman was, in fact, Mimi.
For several minutes Olivia got caught up in examining the detailed brushwork on the big painting, and when she looked up Claire and Lexi were gone. There was only one hallway leading off the room, so Olivia went down it, perusing the artwork she saw as she went along. Initially it was all paintings or prints that appeared to be on the older side, female nudes of one sort or another. As the hallway continued, twisting slowly to the left, the images grew more recent and more explicit, with some photographs mixed in. Some of them were quite graphic, and Olivia found herself becoming more and more overheated; it was quite warm down there to begin with.
She stopped in front of an image of one woman spanking another and spent a few minutes contemplating it as she touched herself. She was just on the point of coming when she heard a soft moan coming from somewhere close by. Turning a corner, she came across a tableau that would stick in her head for a long time.
On the far wall was a new addition to the museum, a framed print of a shot of Olivia and Claire. They were in 69 position with Claire’s finger penetrating Olivia, who faced the camera, her eyes closed in rapture. Just in front of the photo was a small table, and bent over this table was Lexi, apparently studying the image intently, her nose just inches from the glass. Her skirt was lifted and behind her stood Claire with one hand wedged between Lexi’s thighs. As Olivia watched Claire knelt behind Lexi, slipped her panties down and off, and gently parted her legs.
Lexi’s pussy was pink and glistening, and Olivia found herself panting slightly as Claire leaned in. A louder moan escaped from Lexi as Claire’s tongue touched her, and her hands gripped the edge of the table. Olivia watched until Claire brought Lexi to a wrenching orgasm. Then, as she leaned back, Claire caught sight of Olivia out of the corner of her eye. She winked and licked her lips.
Stepping forward, Olivia pulled Lexi away from the table and helped Claire to her feet. A minute later Claire was on the table, naked, leaning back against the wall right next to the framed photo of herself and Olivia. Her legs were spread wide and Lexi and Olivia were on their knees on the floor, kissing each other, then nibbling on her inner thighs, then taking turns licking her gently. Finally Claire gripped Lexi’s head and kept it there, rubbing herself on the blonde’s tongue and nose, until she came on Lexi’s face.
Then she remembered that Mimi had said to bring a friend. If I can find someone to come with me, Olivia decided, I’ll go.
The only person to respond to her text was Lexi, who was on her own for the night and more than willing to go out. So now Olivia approached her mother.
“Mom, I’m going to a party tonight.”
“Oh, OK, honey. Whose party?”
“One of the girls from school,” Olivia lied. “Can I use the car?”
Olivia’s mom looked confused. “You can’t walk?”
“Um, well, it’s actually at this girl’s cousin’s house, which is a little out of town,” Olivia deftly embellished.
“Oh. Well, sure. No drinking if you’re driving, though, honey.”
Olivia rolled her eyes. “Yes, mother.”
* * *
On the drive over Lexi asked Olivia, “So how do you know this person?”
Olivia flushed. “I... err... um, it’s a long story. But it’s a beautiful house and I bet she’ll throw an amazing party.”
* * *
When Olivia and Lexi arrived at Mimi’s house. they were surprised to find only a couple of cars in the driveway. By the pool they found Claire, who was enjoying the last few minutes of sunlight, bundled up against the growing cold.
“You’re actually a little early,” said Claire. “Festivities here start fashionably late.”
Olivia introduced Claire to Lexi, and the two of them sat down to chat while Olivia went to the kitchen to look for something to snack on. She hadn’t had anything to eat since the spaghetti and she was starving. In the kitchen the first thing that caught her eye was a big plate of fresh-baked chocolate cookies. She helped herself to one and it was incredibly delicious, though with a little bit of a funny aftertaste, something she couldn’t quite identify.
Olivia was finishing her fourth cookie as Claire and Lexi came into the kitchen. Seeing Olivia standing next to the cookies, Claire winked and said, “Be careful with those. They’re pretty potent.”
Olivia gulped. Suddenly she was incredibly thirsty. She poured herself a big glass of milk and quickly drained it. For a second she felt panicky; should she make herself throw up? But then she looked at Claire, who had shed her coat to reveal a stunning red strapless dress, and decided to roll with it. What could go wrong?
* * *
Taking Olivia by one hand and Lexi by the other, Claire led them to a door that she opened to reveal a flight of steps leading downward. “Let me show you guys something,” Claire said, flipping a switch that caused lights to come on below them, flickering at first and then burning steadily.
The two cheerleaders followed Claire downstairs into what looked like the lobby of a museum. Directly in front of them was an enormous painting of a naked woman reclining on a bed. Each of the other three walls also boasted a nude — one a smaller painting, one a photograph, and one a sculpture.
“This is Mimi’s private museum,” explained Claire. Looking around, Olivia noted that all four pieces seemed to be depictions of the same woman. After further study she decided that the woman was, in fact, Mimi.
For several minutes Olivia got caught up in examining the detailed brushwork on the big painting, and when she looked up Claire and Lexi were gone. There was only one hallway leading off the room, so Olivia went down it, perusing the artwork she saw as she went along. Initially it was all paintings or prints that appeared to be on the older side, female nudes of one sort or another. As the hallway continued, twisting slowly to the left, the images grew more recent and more explicit, with some photographs mixed in. Some of them were quite graphic, and Olivia found herself becoming more and more overheated; it was quite warm down there to begin with.
She stopped in front of an image of one woman spanking another and spent a few minutes contemplating it as she touched herself. She was just on the point of coming when she heard a soft moan coming from somewhere close by. Turning a corner, she came across a tableau that would stick in her head for a long time.
On the far wall was a new addition to the museum, a framed print of a shot of Olivia and Claire. They were in 69 position with Claire’s finger penetrating Olivia, who faced the camera, her eyes closed in rapture. Just in front of the photo was a small table, and bent over this table was Lexi, apparently studying the image intently, her nose just inches from the glass. Her skirt was lifted and behind her stood Claire with one hand wedged between Lexi’s thighs. As Olivia watched Claire knelt behind Lexi, slipped her panties down and off, and gently parted her legs.
Lexi’s pussy was pink and glistening, and Olivia found herself panting slightly as Claire leaned in. A louder moan escaped from Lexi as Claire’s tongue touched her, and her hands gripped the edge of the table. Olivia watched until Claire brought Lexi to a wrenching orgasm. Then, as she leaned back, Claire caught sight of Olivia out of the corner of her eye. She winked and licked her lips.
Stepping forward, Olivia pulled Lexi away from the table and helped Claire to her feet. A minute later Claire was on the table, naked, leaning back against the wall right next to the framed photo of herself and Olivia. Her legs were spread wide and Lexi and Olivia were on their knees on the floor, kissing each other, then nibbling on her inner thighs, then taking turns licking her gently. Finally Claire gripped Lexi’s head and kept it there, rubbing herself on the blonde’s tongue and nose, until she came on Lexi’s face.
Friday, July 26, 2013
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 77
Claire and Olivia were sitting in the kitchen in bathrobes, drinking tea, when a tall Asian woman walked through the door. This got Olivia’s attention right away, because there weren’t many Asians in their area. This woman looked Japanese, whereas Olivia herself was of Chinese descent; she struck Olivia as extraordinarily beautiful, with high cheekbones and piercing dark eyes. Her bearing was imperious, almost haughty; this was definitely not someone to be trifled with.
The woman gave Olivia an appraising glance and said matter-of-factly, “Who’s this, Claire?”
“This is Olivia,” answered Claire. “The model I was telling you about.”
Olivia blushed; she didn’t think of herself as a model, and she certainly didn’t look like one at the moment, in this rumpled robe with her hair all mussed. Technically, though, she could call herself a model now, she guessed. Thinking of some of the revealing photos Tara had taken, she blushed even harder.
“Olivia, meet Mimi,” said Claire. “This is her house.”
Olivia nodded, unsure what to say. Mimi clasped her hand briefly in a friendly but businesslike way and said, “Charmed, I’m sure.” Turning to Claire she added, “Where’s Tara?”
“In the office uploading.” With that, Mimi turned on her heel and disappeared into the house, and Olivia heard Claire let out an audible breath. Their eyes met and a sympathetic look passed between them; Claire shrugged her shoulders and whispered, “She scares me a little bit.”
* * *
A half-hour or so passed, and Olivia sat staring out the window as Claire did something or other on her phone. She was wondering if maybe she ought to get going, but she had nothing in particular to do, and in this kitchen looking out at the beautiful garden was a pleasant enough place to be. Even so, eventually she decided that she couldn’t just hang out forever, and she had just finished changing back into her own clothes when Tara appeared in the doorway.
“Hey Olivia,” said Tara. “Could you come with me for a minute?”
Olivia said sure, though for a moment she felt like she was being called to the principal’s office. But she hadn’t done anything wrong – or at least, nothing that had seemed wrong at the time.
Tara led her to the very opposite end of the house and up some stairs. Walking up the steps, idly watching Tara’s ass wiggle in her yoga pants, it suddenly occurred to Olivia that Tara must have shown Mimi the pictures from that day – all of them. The idea was horribly embarrassing – she felt the redness creeping back into her face – and at the same time more than a little exciting.
They found Mimi in a small, dim room dominated by two huge computer monitors. On one of them, Mimi was poring over some kind of spreadsheet; the other held an image of Claire and Olivia taken in the bedroom — a very sexy shot, but one where they still had their clothes on, Olivia noted with some relief.
Turning, Mimi asked Olivia to have a seat and gave her a thoughtful look. “I’m really, really pleased with the photos you guys took for the store. They’re better than I could have expected. I have a release here for you to sign” — she lifted one hand, which held a few sheets of stapled paper — “and then I’ll write you a check.”
Now Mimi rolled her chair over to the other computer and began pressing a button to scroll through the pictures, which gradually became racier; now Claire was sucking Olivia’s nipple through her bra, now she was licking her way down Olivia’s belly. “Now as for these other photos....” Mimi continued scrolling until she came to a shot of Olivia arching her back as Claire nuzzled into her crotch; then she turned to look at Olivia. “They’re extraordinary. Playful, with a certain innocence, yet highly erotic; every shot looks composed, yet spontaneous. I’ve never seen anything like them.”
“I would like to have these for my private collection,” Mimi continued. She reached for a slightly taller stack of papers and held it up. “I have a release here for that as well. These images would be exclusively for my own enjoyment, and that of my closest associates. They would never appear on the internet or be used for any commercial purpose, I give you my word of honor on that. And of course I would make it worth your while.
“However, if you would not be comfortable with that, I understand. In that case we will simply erase the images right now as you watch.” Here Mimi glanced back at the screen. “Though it would be a shame.” She handed Olivia the two releases and told her, “Read these, think about it. I have a few numbers to crunch.” With that she returned to her spreadsheet.
Olivia tried hard to read and to think, but it was not easy; her pussy was gushing from looking at the pictures, and from this whole situation, really. Her rational mind told her that letting the X-rated pictures of her get out into the world, under any conditions, would be a big mistake. But her emotions told her that to destroy something so beautiful would be a crime.
The woman gave Olivia an appraising glance and said matter-of-factly, “Who’s this, Claire?”
“This is Olivia,” answered Claire. “The model I was telling you about.”
Olivia blushed; she didn’t think of herself as a model, and she certainly didn’t look like one at the moment, in this rumpled robe with her hair all mussed. Technically, though, she could call herself a model now, she guessed. Thinking of some of the revealing photos Tara had taken, she blushed even harder.
“Olivia, meet Mimi,” said Claire. “This is her house.”
Olivia nodded, unsure what to say. Mimi clasped her hand briefly in a friendly but businesslike way and said, “Charmed, I’m sure.” Turning to Claire she added, “Where’s Tara?”
“In the office uploading.” With that, Mimi turned on her heel and disappeared into the house, and Olivia heard Claire let out an audible breath. Their eyes met and a sympathetic look passed between them; Claire shrugged her shoulders and whispered, “She scares me a little bit.”
* * *
A half-hour or so passed, and Olivia sat staring out the window as Claire did something or other on her phone. She was wondering if maybe she ought to get going, but she had nothing in particular to do, and in this kitchen looking out at the beautiful garden was a pleasant enough place to be. Even so, eventually she decided that she couldn’t just hang out forever, and she had just finished changing back into her own clothes when Tara appeared in the doorway.
“Hey Olivia,” said Tara. “Could you come with me for a minute?”
Olivia said sure, though for a moment she felt like she was being called to the principal’s office. But she hadn’t done anything wrong – or at least, nothing that had seemed wrong at the time.
Tara led her to the very opposite end of the house and up some stairs. Walking up the steps, idly watching Tara’s ass wiggle in her yoga pants, it suddenly occurred to Olivia that Tara must have shown Mimi the pictures from that day – all of them. The idea was horribly embarrassing – she felt the redness creeping back into her face – and at the same time more than a little exciting.
They found Mimi in a small, dim room dominated by two huge computer monitors. On one of them, Mimi was poring over some kind of spreadsheet; the other held an image of Claire and Olivia taken in the bedroom — a very sexy shot, but one where they still had their clothes on, Olivia noted with some relief.
Turning, Mimi asked Olivia to have a seat and gave her a thoughtful look. “I’m really, really pleased with the photos you guys took for the store. They’re better than I could have expected. I have a release here for you to sign” — she lifted one hand, which held a few sheets of stapled paper — “and then I’ll write you a check.”
Now Mimi rolled her chair over to the other computer and began pressing a button to scroll through the pictures, which gradually became racier; now Claire was sucking Olivia’s nipple through her bra, now she was licking her way down Olivia’s belly. “Now as for these other photos....” Mimi continued scrolling until she came to a shot of Olivia arching her back as Claire nuzzled into her crotch; then she turned to look at Olivia. “They’re extraordinary. Playful, with a certain innocence, yet highly erotic; every shot looks composed, yet spontaneous. I’ve never seen anything like them.”
“I would like to have these for my private collection,” Mimi continued. She reached for a slightly taller stack of papers and held it up. “I have a release here for that as well. These images would be exclusively for my own enjoyment, and that of my closest associates. They would never appear on the internet or be used for any commercial purpose, I give you my word of honor on that. And of course I would make it worth your while.
“However, if you would not be comfortable with that, I understand. In that case we will simply erase the images right now as you watch.” Here Mimi glanced back at the screen. “Though it would be a shame.” She handed Olivia the two releases and told her, “Read these, think about it. I have a few numbers to crunch.” With that she returned to her spreadsheet.
Olivia tried hard to read and to think, but it was not easy; her pussy was gushing from looking at the pictures, and from this whole situation, really. Her rational mind told her that letting the X-rated pictures of her get out into the world, under any conditions, would be a big mistake. But her emotions told her that to destroy something so beautiful would be a crime.
If she’d stopped to think about it, it might have occurred to Olivia that her privacy had already been violated. But Mimi was so matter-of-fact about the whole thing that the thought never crossed her mind. And there was just something about Mimi that made a person want to do her bidding.
Finally, Olivia spoke up. “I’ll sign.”
Mimi smiled, and something in her smile told Olivia that she had never doubted what Olivia’s answer would be. “Wonderful,” she said. When Olivia had signed both releases Mimi handed her a check and Olivia slipped it into her pocket without even looking at it. “By the way, I’m having a little party tonight, feel free to come by. Bring a friend. And on your way out, help yourself to anything in the closet that fits you.”
As Olivia stood Mimi nodded and winked, saying “Please do come tonight, I’d love to have the chance to get to know you better.” And again she returned to the spreadsheet.
Claire helped Olivia pick out a sleek cocktail dress and several sets of underwear, then drove her home. Olivia was halfway up her driveway before she remembered the check. Fishing it out of her pocket, she was surprised to see that it was for a thousand dollars. Not bad for a day’s work. For a moment then she was troubled – did this make her a whore? No, she told herself, not a whore – a model.
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Mimi smiled, and something in her smile told Olivia that she had never doubted what Olivia’s answer would be. “Wonderful,” she said. When Olivia had signed both releases Mimi handed her a check and Olivia slipped it into her pocket without even looking at it. “By the way, I’m having a little party tonight, feel free to come by. Bring a friend. And on your way out, help yourself to anything in the closet that fits you.”
As Olivia stood Mimi nodded and winked, saying “Please do come tonight, I’d love to have the chance to get to know you better.” And again she returned to the spreadsheet.
Claire helped Olivia pick out a sleek cocktail dress and several sets of underwear, then drove her home. Olivia was halfway up her driveway before she remembered the check. Fishing it out of her pocket, she was surprised to see that it was for a thousand dollars. Not bad for a day’s work. For a moment then she was troubled – did this make her a whore? No, she told herself, not a whore – a model.
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Wednesday, July 10, 2013
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 76
Standing up on the bed, Olivia peeled off her bra, then her panties, and tossed them away onto the floor. Moving to loom directly over where Tara lay, for a moment she just stood there naked, feeling gloriously free; she was finally doing what she’d been wanting to do all day.
Slowly and gracefully, Olivia eased onto her knees with her crotch poised over Tara’s luscious mouth. Tara raised both hands to pull Olivia’s pussy lips apart and began to tongue her skillfully and energetically. Olivia’s body shook and her breasts bounced as Tara held her around the waist, tongue-fucking her with increasing fervor. Olivia’s moans, quiet at first, began to echo loudly through the room.
Claire, meanwhile, had moved down between Tara’s legs and gone to work there. Olivia braced herself against the bed and leaned forward as Claire tasted Tara’s delicious-looking cunt. Suddenly she was coming, spasming forcefully, a high-pitched yelp escaping from her throat.
Afterwards Olivia’s whole body felt weak; she let herself sink down on top of Tara and spent a minute running her nose through the older woman’s soft, downy pubes. Then she stretched out her tongue and helped Claire push Tara over the brink.
Rolling off, Olivia found herself drifting into a pleasant twilight sleep. When she opened her eyes again, she saw Tara standing beside the bed holding the camera and wearing a strap-on. Claire was on her knees, sucking the plastic cock as she looked up into the camera. When she had gotten a half-dozen or so shots Tara put the camera down, turned Claire around so her chest was on the bed, and took her from behind.
Olivia saw Claire’s mouth contort into an “O,” her hands gripping the sheets, sweat beading on her forehead. For a time Olivia was content just to watch, and then she scooted closer and pushed her crotch into Claire’s face. Tara smiled, and Olivia saw her glance at the camera, then decide to let it go. Instead Tara wrapped her right arm around Claire’s right leg and pulled her farther open, driving the dildo in deeper. Claire grunted and before long she climaxed intensely, panting helplessly into Olivia’s crotch.
Tara looked up at Olivia, grinning like a wolf. Pulling out of the sprawled-out Claire, Tara stood, took one big step forward, and sunk the strap-on deep into Olivia’s mouth. Taken by surprise, Olivia gagged a bit, but soon adjusted and was even able to take down another inch, bringing her lips almost against Tara’s pelvis. Olivia gazed up doe-eyed as Tara fucked her mouth, then abruptly threw her forward across the Claire’s prone form.
Lithe and catlike in her movements, Tara scampered over behind Olivia, gripped her tightly, and plunged into her. With a few quick, decisive thrusts she brought Olivia right to the edge of orgasm; the Asian girl’s eyes began to roll back in her head. But just at the crucial moment Tara held back, letting Olivia dangle right on the precipice.
Groaning with frustration, Olivia reached down to try to finish herself, but Tara caught her hand and pinned it behind her. The other one soon joined it; then Tara held both of Olivia’s wrists with one hand and continued fucking her – but this time slowly, with long in and out strokes. Speeding up a little, she again brought Olivia right to the point of climax, again denied her. Muttering, almost inaudibly, something that might have been “Goddamnit,” Olivia struggled to escape Tara’s grip, but fruitlessly; Tara had all the leverage and her thin arm was surprisingly strong. And truth be told, Olivia didn’t really want to get away; both of them knew that.
Giving up the effort, Olivia let her head fall, and felt something soft tickling her cheek. Claire’s pubic hair. Her head was resting right on the redhead’s pelvis, so just to give herself something to do, Olivia stretched out her neck, nuzzled into Claire’s crotch, and began to lap away gently. Claire moaned quietly and let her legs fall open; she looked half-conscious, at best.
Using her free hand to give Olivia a solid whack on the butt, Tara once again began moving the strap-on back and forth in Olivia’s pussy, as slowly as she possibly could. Gradually she let the speed build up, and just as Olivia got close again, Tara stroked her clit and she exploded – thrashing, screaming, calling for Jesus – then lay still.
As Olivia lay there looking angelic, eyes closed and smiling dreamily, Tara found the camera and took one last shot – a beautiful portrait, just of her face.
Thursday, July 4, 2013
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 75
Inside, Claire and Olivia changed into bras and panties as Tara set up her camera in the living room. Olivia was flabbergasted by the size of the house; the walk-in closet they changed in was bigger than her parents’ bedroom. This time Claire favored her with a kiss on the back of the neck before they rejoined Tara, who photographed them lounging around on the couches, watching TV, listening to music, and reading.
Then they changed outfits and Tara took some shots in the kitchen as they made spaghetti. Olivia was dazzled by the kitchen; it was bigger than the whole first floor of her house, and loaded with gleaming, state-of-the-art appliances. She began to be very curious about who loved here.
After a while Tara had Claire take her top off and stand facing the stove as Olivia stood next to her, reaching down into the pot to sample a strand of spaghetti. It was a highly erotically charged moment, especially when Olivia gazed down at Claire’s ripe, rounded tits, the nipples standing up tall and proud. Looking up, she met Tara’s eyes, and the older woman gave her a knowing smile. Then Tara leaned back down to the camera and snapped off a few shots, licking her lips with satisfaction, obviously delighted at the results she was getting.
When the spaghetti was done they decided to sit down and eat, Claire still topless. As she was taking her last bite a big dollop of tomato sauce fell off her fork and landed on her right nipple. She and Tara exchanged a glance, and moving quickly Tara retrieved her camera and recorded the moment for posterity. Smiling, staring straight at the camera, Claire lifted her own breast with one hand and slowly licked it clean.
For a second Olivia thought she was going to faint; Oh my God that is so fucking hot, she thought. She had already been horny and now she felt like she had a temperature of about 110. Tara looked up from the camera and swallowed audibly. “OK,” she said. “Let’s move to the bedroom.”
On the way Claire and Olivia visited the closet for another costume change, and this time Olivia yielded to the impulse to lean down and suck Claire’s rock-hard nipples. Again Claire didn’t resist but didn’t succumb, instead slipping into black lace panties and bra as she handed Olivia an identical white outfit.
The master bedroom was cavernous, dominated by a canopy bed that looked like something out of 1001 Arabian Nights. Tara arranged the two girls in a state of artful repose on the bed and took a few shots. Then she began moving them around with verbal commands. For a while she had them lay on opposite sides of the bed, which was almost like being in two different time zones. Olivia looked over at Claire; she was achingly lovely, her skin glowing in the soft light, her red mane spilling across her back. In her mind’s eye Olivia saw Claire spread her legs, pull the crotch of her panties aside, and slide an index finger into her gushing-wet pussy.
“Move closer,” Tara instructed. The girls scooted over a little and Tara clicked a few shots. “Closer.” Click, click, click. “Closer.”
Now they were pressed against each other, spooning. Olivia could feel Claire’s nipples pressing against her back. She was breathing heavily, her own nipples painfully hard against the bra, juice flowing freely between her legs. Claire kissed her on the shoulder and she moaned; a few seconds later Claire had rolled her onto her back and Olivia felt Claire’s lips on hers, Claire’s tongue pushing into her mouth.
As Claire licked down Olivia’s neck and began to suck her nipples through the bra, Olivia was dimly aware, somewhere in the back of her mind, that Tara was still taking pictures. In the moment, it felt perfectly normal and natural. She may not have been thinking entirely rationally, or indeed thinking at all. One of Claire’s hands slid up her inner thigh and cupped her crotch, and she felt a moan rumble through her throat that sounded like it was coming from someone else, somewhere far away.
Claire licked her way down Olivia’s stomach and across her hipbones and thighs. Arching her back, Olivia felt Claire’s tongue pressing into her pussy through the thin fabric of her panties; then Claire moved the fabric out of the way and Olivia felt herself being penetrated.
Looking up, Olivia could vaguely make out, as if through a haze, the shape of Tara, operating the camera with one hand as the other hand moved around inside her pants. Then Claire’s tongue brushed the tip of Olivia’s clit and from that moment on the rest of the world disappeared. Olivia cried out, gripping Claire’s head with both hands and grinding against her.
Slowly, by degrees, without ever stopping her work on Olivia, Claire shifted position so that she was on top of Olivia in 69 position. Following Claire’s example, Olivia first kissed and licked her through the black lace, then rearranged her panties to get a taste of the real thing. Intoxicated by the heady flavor, Olivia closed her eyes and feasted joyfully on Claire’s soft flesh and the nectar flowing from it.
A few minutes later, Olivia sensed something moving near her, and opened her eyes to see Tara, camera in hand, taking close-ups of her tongue-fucking Claire. A flash went through Olivia’s mind – this image on the internet, and what that would do to her life – and something in her imploring look must have gotten through to Tara, who smiled gently and put the camera down. Tara leaned forward to kiss Olivia, sucking her lips and tongue, tasting Claire on her. Then, releasing Olivia, Tara ran her tongue across Claire’s slit, and a powerful shudder ran down the length of the redhead’s body.
Now Tara stood and stripped slowly as both girls watched patiently. She was taut, elegant, slim with an almost boyish quality — but hers was unquestionably a woman’s body. Her nipples were not wide but very long, and her black pubic hair was wispy and delicate. Tara climbed onto the bed and spread herself out full-length, gazing sweetly into Olivia’s eyes, and without a word being spoken Olivia knew what she needed to do.
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