When Serena and Annalise arrived at Lexi’s house she was hard at work in the kitchen, wearing a cheesy apron that said “Kiss the Cook.” She pointed them to a bottle of wine sitting open on the counter and told them to help themselves, she would be done in a few minutes. So Annalise poured them both glasses and they went to sit in the living room, as Lexi’s kitchen was too small to hang around in.
The grandfather clock in the living room had just struck 8 when Lexi appeared, apronless, looking incredibly cute in a miniskirt and tight sweater that showed off her boobs. They sat and caught up for a few minutes, then Lexi ushered Serena and Annalise into the dining room and began to serve the meal. They had salad, steak, potatoes, and roasted vegetables — simple food, but very well done. The two older women both heaped praise on the quality of Lexi’s cooking, and she beamed, feeling proud.
When they were finished Lexi asked Annalise and Serena to wait in the living room while she cleared the table and got dessert ready. They both offered to help but Lexi waved them off. “No, I got this,” she insisted.
So they went out to the living room and sat down to digest and share the last of the wine. 10 or so minutes later they heard Lexi’s voice calling from the dining room: “Ready!”
Returning to the dining room, both Serena and Annalise did a double-take at the spectacle that awaited them. Lexi was stretched out naked on the table, her breasts covered with chocolate, her pelvis and thighs with whipped cream and strawberries; a long, thick banana protruded from her pussy.
Serena and Annalise looked at each other and shook their heads. Well, what could they do? They took up positions on either side of the table and leaned down to help themselves.
* * *
Meanwhile, over at Jessica’s, filming was just about to get underway. Jane was dressed in a nun’s habit, Marie and Celeste in slutty schoolgirl outfits (short plaid skirts, white blouses and socks). Jessica was working the camera and, as always, directing the action.
The scenario Jessica had come up with dictated that Jane, the oldest of the three, be the authority figure. Unknown to Jessica, Jane had actually done quite a bit of acting in her time, including high school and college plays and even some community theater. She felt very comfortable playing a role, maybe more comfortable than she did in everyday life.
They discussed in general terms what would happen in the scene, and Marie then explained to Celeste in French. When everyone felt ready, Jessica yelled “Action!” and started the camera.
To begin with, Jane was seated behind a desk, holding a wooden ruler that she gently tapped against her other hand. Marie and Celeste entered and stood before the desk.
“You wanted to see us, Sister?” said Marie nervously.
“Yes,” answered Jane. “Yes I did. What’s this I hear about you two smoking in the girls’ room?”
Marie frowned. “It was just the one time, Sister, I swear, we’ll never...”
Jane cut her off. “Maybe so, but punishment in these cases is not optional. Hands on the desk, girls.”
Marie and Celeste obeyed and Jane rose, walking around the desk to stand behind them. She lifted both of their skirts to reveal skimpy white cotton panties. Raising the ruler, Jane smacked first Marie’s ass, then Celeste’s. They each whimpered quietly. Jane’s next blow on both rears was harder, her third harder still.
Sitting down the ruler for a second, Jane reached over and pulled both girls’ panties down around their thighs. Then she resumed spanking their naked butts, making each squeal in turn as the ruler landed on their tender flesh. The contrast between Marie’s pale white ass and Celeste’s mahogany brown one made for a lovely composition, Jessica thought.
There was a devilish gleam in Jane’s eyes as she punished the two younger women. Over a period of minutes, it turned to an expression of pure lust. Sitting the ruler down, she pushed one hand between Marie’s thighs and one between Celeste’s. Both girls leaned forward onto the desk and moaned as Jane fingered them.
Jessica picked up the camera and moved around to the other side of the desk so she could film Marie and Celeste’s faces contorting in pleasure as they were manually penetrated by the “nun” behind them. Jessica smiled; they were all three naturals on camera, and the video was coming out better than she could have imagined.
Jane pulled her fingers out of the two girls and stood for a minute eagerly licking one hand clean, then the other, ostentatiously savoring the flavor of their juices. Then she lifted the habit up over her head and off. She was naked underneath, her nipples jutting out sharply. She moved over between the girls and the desk and pulled Marie’s head to one breast, Celeste’s to the other. Jessica moved back around to the other side of the desk to capture them licking and sucking Jane’s tits.
Now Jane sank back onto the desk and spread her legs wide. The sight of her pussy, bright pink and glistening wet, made Jessica’s mouth water. For a moment she wanted to drop the camera and join the action. But she made herself concentrate on the task at hand; she’d get hers later, there was no doubt about that.
Jane put one hand on Marie’s head and the other on Celeste’s, drawing them in towards her crotch. But they lingered for awhile on her inner thighs, tongues gliding up and down the soft skin. It took Jessica a few seconds to find the right angle to capture all that was happening, but when she did she was very pleased with what she saw.
As Marie and Celeste drew closer together they turned toward each other and kissed. Jessica got a great shot of the two of them, lips touching and teasing, tongues playing and probing. Then they turned back towards Jane and, as one, attacked her cunt. There was no acting in the way they feasted on her, or in Jane’s moans and whimpers. Jane fell back onto the desk as the onslaught continued.
After a couple minutes Marie pulled away. Celeste continued to lick Jane’s pussy as Marie stood and pulled off her blouse and skirt. She bent over to feed one breast into Jane’s mouth, then the other. Then she hoisted herself up onto the desk and straddled Jane’s face. Jessica zoomed in a little as Jane extended her tongue and pushed it between Marie’s pussy lips.
After Jane and Marie both had loud, powerful orgasms, Jessica yelled “Cut!” But she wasn’t quite done with them yet. For the next scene she had Marie and Celeste 69 on the desk as Jane, wearing a strap-on, moved around fucking a mouth here, a pussy there. Things built nicely toward a natural crescendo and when it was done, Jessica put the camera down and stood pondering her next move.
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Tuesday, May 31, 2016
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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Monday, February 15, 2016
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 128
After being away for Christmas, Lexi had arrived back in town that afternoon with her father, who’d been home for about half an hour before leaving on another business trip. She had spent the last few days with family, and been on her best behavior the whole time. So now she felt like cutting loose.
Unfortunately, everyone she knew seemed to be out of town. Even at Annalise’s the lights were out and there was no sign of life. So for lack of anything better to do she fired up her computer and started visiting her favorite porn sites.
She had been clicking around for awhile, finding a few interesting things but nothing that really grabbed her, when she saw an ad that made her look twice. It was a very small picture that was hard to make out, but the Asian girl in it certainly looked like....
She clicked on the link and was taken to the site, where there was a larger version of the same picture. At this size there was no doubt about it: It was Olivia, laying back naked on a white sheet. Her crotch was obscured by the back of a woman’s head, her eyes closed, her face contorted in pleasure.
The photo was black-and-white and artistically composed, but incredibly sexy. Lexi was immediately curious to see more, but there was only the one free sample on the site; she would have had to pay to see any more. And this made Lexi concerned about her classmate. Was Olivia involved in selling naked pictures of herself for money? Did she even know about this?
Lexi decided that she should call Olivia and talk to her about it. First, though, she needed to stare at this picture for awhile and touch herself.
* * *
It had been a quiet day at Jessica’s; the mistress of the house continued to catch up on her backlog of mail while Jane read a mystery novel, and Marie was giving Celeste an English lesson at the kitchen table when the doorbell rang.
Marie and Celeste were in the middle of conjugating a verb, and Jane was so engrossed in her reading that she didn’t even look up. So Jessica shrugged her shoulders and went to answer the door herself.
The faces of the two young women on the porch were familiar, but it took Jessica a moment to place them: It was her Jehovah’s Witness friends Rebecca and Rose. They looked different, though; their hair was mussed, and the expressions on their faces were distressed, almost panicky. Both of them looked like they’d been crying.
Jessica invited them in and ordered Jane to put her book down and make some tea. Once Rebecca and Rose were sitting down in the living room, Jessica said, “What’s up, girls? Is something wrong?”
They looked at each other and after a few seconds Rose answered. “My uncle, he came home early, he found us... doing stuff.” She looked down at the hands resting in her lap.
Rebecca started crying. “He said that we were going to hell, and that we had to leave and not come back.” Hearing that, Rose began weeping as well.
Jessica sighed. This was her fault, obviously. On the one hand, Rose and Rebecca were better off away from that repressive environment. On the other hand, what would happen to them now?
At that moment Jane arrived with the tea, and by the time she had served everyone Rose and Rebecca had stopped crying and things felt calmer. Jessica sipped her tea and thought. Having two more pretty girls on the premises wouldn’t be such a bad thing, but it was starting to get a little bit crowded in the house. Suddenly she was struck with a brilliant idea....
* * *
Olivia and her family didn’t celebrate Christmas, but they’d taken the opportunity to visit her mother’s family for a few days. Today they were on the way back and had just reached the outskirts of town when Olivia received a text from Lexi: “Need 2 talk to U.”
When she got home Olivia called Lexi and after they’d caught up for a couple minutes, Olivia asked, “So, what’s up?”
“Well....” answered Lexi. “It’s probably better if I just show you. Can you come over?”
Intrigued, Olivia quickly unpacked her suitcase – her mother insisted that this be done immediately upon one’s arrival at home – and headed over to Lexi’s. When she arrived Lexi handed her a beer and took her over to where the laptop was sitting on the dining room table.
“I was looking at some... stuff... online when I saw this,” Lexi explained.
Olivia recognized the photo immediately as one that Tara had taken of her and Claire. “Goddamn it,” she growled, taking a big swig from her bottle.
“Did you know about this?” asked Lexi.
“I knew about the picture,” said Olivia. “But it was supposed to be private.”
“That’s not cool,” opined Lexi.
“No, it’s not.” Olivia did some calculations in her head. She would have to get in touch with Claire about this. And that would probably mean dealing with Gina for the first time since their breakup. Suddenly she felt tired. I’ll deal with this tomorrow, she thought, and took a long chug of beer.
“It’s a gorgeous picture, though,” said Lexi, and Olivia suddenly noticed that Lexi was standing very close behind her.
“Yeah,” agreed Olivia, “I do look pretty hot, don’t I?” Lexi reached down and started massaging Olivia’s shoulders. Olivia didn’t resist; it felt really, really, really good. Soon she was feeling very relaxed... and then something more than relaxed, as Lexi leaned over and kissed her on the neck.
Hmmm, thought Olivia, it’s been awhile, hasn’t it? Next thing she knew Lexi had moved around in front of her, pulled off her shirt and bra, and started sucking on her tits. Getting down onto her knees, Lexi lifted Olivia’s skirt, pulled down her panties, and went down on her right there in the dining room.
After awhile they moved to the bedroom, got into a nice, comfortable 69 together, and took their time with it. It was good to be home.
Unfortunately, everyone she knew seemed to be out of town. Even at Annalise’s the lights were out and there was no sign of life. So for lack of anything better to do she fired up her computer and started visiting her favorite porn sites.
She had been clicking around for awhile, finding a few interesting things but nothing that really grabbed her, when she saw an ad that made her look twice. It was a very small picture that was hard to make out, but the Asian girl in it certainly looked like....
She clicked on the link and was taken to the site, where there was a larger version of the same picture. At this size there was no doubt about it: It was Olivia, laying back naked on a white sheet. Her crotch was obscured by the back of a woman’s head, her eyes closed, her face contorted in pleasure.
The photo was black-and-white and artistically composed, but incredibly sexy. Lexi was immediately curious to see more, but there was only the one free sample on the site; she would have had to pay to see any more. And this made Lexi concerned about her classmate. Was Olivia involved in selling naked pictures of herself for money? Did she even know about this?
Lexi decided that she should call Olivia and talk to her about it. First, though, she needed to stare at this picture for awhile and touch herself.
* * *
It had been a quiet day at Jessica’s; the mistress of the house continued to catch up on her backlog of mail while Jane read a mystery novel, and Marie was giving Celeste an English lesson at the kitchen table when the doorbell rang.
Marie and Celeste were in the middle of conjugating a verb, and Jane was so engrossed in her reading that she didn’t even look up. So Jessica shrugged her shoulders and went to answer the door herself.
The faces of the two young women on the porch were familiar, but it took Jessica a moment to place them: It was her Jehovah’s Witness friends Rebecca and Rose. They looked different, though; their hair was mussed, and the expressions on their faces were distressed, almost panicky. Both of them looked like they’d been crying.
Jessica invited them in and ordered Jane to put her book down and make some tea. Once Rebecca and Rose were sitting down in the living room, Jessica said, “What’s up, girls? Is something wrong?”
They looked at each other and after a few seconds Rose answered. “My uncle, he came home early, he found us... doing stuff.” She looked down at the hands resting in her lap.
Rebecca started crying. “He said that we were going to hell, and that we had to leave and not come back.” Hearing that, Rose began weeping as well.
Jessica sighed. This was her fault, obviously. On the one hand, Rose and Rebecca were better off away from that repressive environment. On the other hand, what would happen to them now?
At that moment Jane arrived with the tea, and by the time she had served everyone Rose and Rebecca had stopped crying and things felt calmer. Jessica sipped her tea and thought. Having two more pretty girls on the premises wouldn’t be such a bad thing, but it was starting to get a little bit crowded in the house. Suddenly she was struck with a brilliant idea....
* * *
Olivia and her family didn’t celebrate Christmas, but they’d taken the opportunity to visit her mother’s family for a few days. Today they were on the way back and had just reached the outskirts of town when Olivia received a text from Lexi: “Need 2 talk to U.”
When she got home Olivia called Lexi and after they’d caught up for a couple minutes, Olivia asked, “So, what’s up?”
“Well....” answered Lexi. “It’s probably better if I just show you. Can you come over?”
Intrigued, Olivia quickly unpacked her suitcase – her mother insisted that this be done immediately upon one’s arrival at home – and headed over to Lexi’s. When she arrived Lexi handed her a beer and took her over to where the laptop was sitting on the dining room table.
“I was looking at some... stuff... online when I saw this,” Lexi explained.
Olivia recognized the photo immediately as one that Tara had taken of her and Claire. “Goddamn it,” she growled, taking a big swig from her bottle.
“Did you know about this?” asked Lexi.
“I knew about the picture,” said Olivia. “But it was supposed to be private.”
“That’s not cool,” opined Lexi.
“No, it’s not.” Olivia did some calculations in her head. She would have to get in touch with Claire about this. And that would probably mean dealing with Gina for the first time since their breakup. Suddenly she felt tired. I’ll deal with this tomorrow, she thought, and took a long chug of beer.
“It’s a gorgeous picture, though,” said Lexi, and Olivia suddenly noticed that Lexi was standing very close behind her.
“Yeah,” agreed Olivia, “I do look pretty hot, don’t I?” Lexi reached down and started massaging Olivia’s shoulders. Olivia didn’t resist; it felt really, really, really good. Soon she was feeling very relaxed... and then something more than relaxed, as Lexi leaned over and kissed her on the neck.
Hmmm, thought Olivia, it’s been awhile, hasn’t it? Next thing she knew Lexi had moved around in front of her, pulled off her shirt and bra, and started sucking on her tits. Getting down onto her knees, Lexi lifted Olivia’s skirt, pulled down her panties, and went down on her right there in the dining room.
After awhile they moved to the bedroom, got into a nice, comfortable 69 together, and took their time with it. It was good to be home.
Thursday, October 15, 2015
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 118
After leaving Jessica’s Ella went into town to pick up a few things at the all-night pharmacy. She liked to shop at odd hours, like late Saturday night, when there aren’t many people around.
On the way home she spotted a familiar figure on the side of the road. It was Lexi, looking lonely and vulnerable on a poorly lit side street, her blonde hair peeking out from underneath a pink knit cap. Ella pulled up alongside her and rolled down the window.
“Hey, Lex,” she said. “Give you a ride somewhere?”
Lexi nodded and climbed into Ella’s SUV, which was pleasantly warm and fragrant. “Just home, please.” She’d had a bit of a rough night. Alone in the house, again, she’d decided to attend the party a classmate had invited her to. But she didn’t know anyone there except for Kat, who was preoccupied with Kaci. Lexi felt shy and out of place, and after wandering from room to room for awhile, she eventually just drifted away into the night and began the trudge home.
She directed Ella to her house, which was just a few blocks away, but when they pulled up in front, she made no move to get out.
“Could I ask you a favor?” said Lexi.
“Of course.”
“My dad’s out of town, and I hate going into the house when there’s nobody there. Would you come in with me for a minute?”
Ella agreed and turned off the engine. Inside, Lexi switched on a few lights and poked her head into each room to make sure no intruders were lurking. “How about a cup of tea?” she asked.
Ella hesitated; she hadn’t planned on staying out any later than this. Then again, her husband and kids would be asleep by now anyway, and a cup of tea did sound nice. She agreed and Lexi smiled warmly, putting the various teas on the table for Ella to choose from.
Sensing that Lexi was lonely, Ella lingered over her tea for a good long time, before finally indicating that she was ready to get going. “OK,” said Lexi, “but can you do me a favor first?”
“What?”
“Well, this is kind of silly, but sometimes I get scared going into my room when I’m alone. I’m afraid there’s going to be, like, a burglar hiding in there or something. Could you come up with me?”
“Sure,” answered Ella, and they climbed the stairs together and walked down the hall to Lexi’s room. Lexi flipped on the light, and no rapists or monsters jumped out at them.
Ella took a moment to look around. It most ways it was a typical teenage girl’s room, kind of messy with beauty products everywhere and band posters on the walls. But she also had some pretty interesting art in there, Matisse and Magritte and Monet, and Ella found herself revising upward her estimate of Lexi’s intelligence. She wondered whether, though a blonde herself, she had bought in to society’s preconception that blondes were dumber than other people.
Returning her attention to the room, Ella was surprised to see Lexi naked on her hands and knees on the bed, looking back over her shoulder. She was no longer the shy and uncertain girl of a few minutes earlier – the look on her face now was one of sly confidence. “I could really use a good spanking,” she said, her voice a husky growl. “Would you mind?”
Ella sighed with mock resignation. It looked like she wouldn’t be getting home for a while longer. How could you refuse such a request from a beautiful, blond, gloriously nude cheerleader? There was just no way.
But when it started, the spanking had some real force behind it; Ella was a bit annoyed with Lexi for drawing her in this way. She had a busy day coming up, and this little escapade was going to cost her some sleep. On the other hand, her pulse was pounding, her adrenaline was pumping, and her crotch was throbbing; she wasn’t going to be sleeping for awhile anyway, so she might as well enjoy herself.
In the midst of being spanked, Lexi managed to turn herself so that she could unbutton Ella’s jeans and pull them down, then slip a hand between the older woman’s thighs. They were exquisitely soft and sticky with secretions. Lexi slid a finger under the crotch of Ella’s panties and into her pussy, then brought the finger to her own mouth for a taste.
Finishing the spanking with decisive slaps to each butt cheek, Ella flipped Lexi over onto her back. For a moment she just stood looking down at the naked girl on the bed – Lexi reminded her of her younger self, except that Lexi was shorter and bustier. But she had that same look of innocence combined with sensuality that had made Ella a lot of money over the years.
Ella stepped out of her jeans and panties, and pulled off her t-shirt and bra. Leaning over the bed, she kissed Lexi on the mouth, then shifted forward a little so the younger girl could suckle on her tits. Lexi obliged with gusto, licking and nibbling on Ella’s nipples, then opening wide to take in full mouthfuls of boob.
Shifting forward again, Ella trailed her long torso over Lexi’s mouth, then pivoted 180 degrees so that her knees were straddling Lexi’s head. Lexi did not hesitate to stick out her tongue and get to work on the older woman’s pussy.
Reaching down to hold onto Lexi’s ample boobs, Ella ground hard against the cheerleader’s face, covering her nose and mouth in cunt juice. The two of them let out simultaneous moans, and then simultaneous giggles in response.
There was a mirror on the wall to her right in which Ella could see the top of Lexi’s blond head weaving from side to side between her legs. She also had a good angle on her own ass — which, she had to say, looked fantastic; all the yoga she’d been doing had paid off.
The top half of Lexi’s body was pinned under Ella but the lower half was squirming, her legs spread wide, glistening slit desperate for attention. Ella reached her arms out and inserted one finger between Lexi’s pussy lips – feeling the girl stiffen beneath her – then used both hands to pry them apart, revealing the bright pink inside.
When Ella very gently brushed one fingertip against Lexi’s clit, Lexi shook so violently that Ella almost lost her balance. So she transferred her weight forward, braced herself with both hands, and leaned down until her head was between Lexi’s legs. Lexi wrapped her arms around Ella, digging her nails into the older woman’s back, and they licked each other fiercely until both were spent.
Afterwards Ella crawled up next to Lexi and pulled a blanket over them. Lexi rolled over onto her side, rested her head on Ella’s shoulder, and closed her eyes. Within minutes she was breathing heavily, but Ella generously waited until she was absolutely sure Lexi was asleep before sliding out from underneath, dressing, and finally heading home for the night.
On the way home she spotted a familiar figure on the side of the road. It was Lexi, looking lonely and vulnerable on a poorly lit side street, her blonde hair peeking out from underneath a pink knit cap. Ella pulled up alongside her and rolled down the window.
“Hey, Lex,” she said. “Give you a ride somewhere?”
Lexi nodded and climbed into Ella’s SUV, which was pleasantly warm and fragrant. “Just home, please.” She’d had a bit of a rough night. Alone in the house, again, she’d decided to attend the party a classmate had invited her to. But she didn’t know anyone there except for Kat, who was preoccupied with Kaci. Lexi felt shy and out of place, and after wandering from room to room for awhile, she eventually just drifted away into the night and began the trudge home.
She directed Ella to her house, which was just a few blocks away, but when they pulled up in front, she made no move to get out.
“Could I ask you a favor?” said Lexi.
“Of course.”
“My dad’s out of town, and I hate going into the house when there’s nobody there. Would you come in with me for a minute?”
Ella agreed and turned off the engine. Inside, Lexi switched on a few lights and poked her head into each room to make sure no intruders were lurking. “How about a cup of tea?” she asked.
Ella hesitated; she hadn’t planned on staying out any later than this. Then again, her husband and kids would be asleep by now anyway, and a cup of tea did sound nice. She agreed and Lexi smiled warmly, putting the various teas on the table for Ella to choose from.
Sensing that Lexi was lonely, Ella lingered over her tea for a good long time, before finally indicating that she was ready to get going. “OK,” said Lexi, “but can you do me a favor first?”
“What?”
“Well, this is kind of silly, but sometimes I get scared going into my room when I’m alone. I’m afraid there’s going to be, like, a burglar hiding in there or something. Could you come up with me?”
“Sure,” answered Ella, and they climbed the stairs together and walked down the hall to Lexi’s room. Lexi flipped on the light, and no rapists or monsters jumped out at them.
Ella took a moment to look around. It most ways it was a typical teenage girl’s room, kind of messy with beauty products everywhere and band posters on the walls. But she also had some pretty interesting art in there, Matisse and Magritte and Monet, and Ella found herself revising upward her estimate of Lexi’s intelligence. She wondered whether, though a blonde herself, she had bought in to society’s preconception that blondes were dumber than other people.
Returning her attention to the room, Ella was surprised to see Lexi naked on her hands and knees on the bed, looking back over her shoulder. She was no longer the shy and uncertain girl of a few minutes earlier – the look on her face now was one of sly confidence. “I could really use a good spanking,” she said, her voice a husky growl. “Would you mind?”
Ella sighed with mock resignation. It looked like she wouldn’t be getting home for a while longer. How could you refuse such a request from a beautiful, blond, gloriously nude cheerleader? There was just no way.
But when it started, the spanking had some real force behind it; Ella was a bit annoyed with Lexi for drawing her in this way. She had a busy day coming up, and this little escapade was going to cost her some sleep. On the other hand, her pulse was pounding, her adrenaline was pumping, and her crotch was throbbing; she wasn’t going to be sleeping for awhile anyway, so she might as well enjoy herself.
In the midst of being spanked, Lexi managed to turn herself so that she could unbutton Ella’s jeans and pull them down, then slip a hand between the older woman’s thighs. They were exquisitely soft and sticky with secretions. Lexi slid a finger under the crotch of Ella’s panties and into her pussy, then brought the finger to her own mouth for a taste.
Finishing the spanking with decisive slaps to each butt cheek, Ella flipped Lexi over onto her back. For a moment she just stood looking down at the naked girl on the bed – Lexi reminded her of her younger self, except that Lexi was shorter and bustier. But she had that same look of innocence combined with sensuality that had made Ella a lot of money over the years.
Ella stepped out of her jeans and panties, and pulled off her t-shirt and bra. Leaning over the bed, she kissed Lexi on the mouth, then shifted forward a little so the younger girl could suckle on her tits. Lexi obliged with gusto, licking and nibbling on Ella’s nipples, then opening wide to take in full mouthfuls of boob.
Shifting forward again, Ella trailed her long torso over Lexi’s mouth, then pivoted 180 degrees so that her knees were straddling Lexi’s head. Lexi did not hesitate to stick out her tongue and get to work on the older woman’s pussy.
Reaching down to hold onto Lexi’s ample boobs, Ella ground hard against the cheerleader’s face, covering her nose and mouth in cunt juice. The two of them let out simultaneous moans, and then simultaneous giggles in response.
There was a mirror on the wall to her right in which Ella could see the top of Lexi’s blond head weaving from side to side between her legs. She also had a good angle on her own ass — which, she had to say, looked fantastic; all the yoga she’d been doing had paid off.
The top half of Lexi’s body was pinned under Ella but the lower half was squirming, her legs spread wide, glistening slit desperate for attention. Ella reached her arms out and inserted one finger between Lexi’s pussy lips – feeling the girl stiffen beneath her – then used both hands to pry them apart, revealing the bright pink inside.
When Ella very gently brushed one fingertip against Lexi’s clit, Lexi shook so violently that Ella almost lost her balance. So she transferred her weight forward, braced herself with both hands, and leaned down until her head was between Lexi’s legs. Lexi wrapped her arms around Ella, digging her nails into the older woman’s back, and they licked each other fiercely until both were spent.
Afterwards Ella crawled up next to Lexi and pulled a blanket over them. Lexi rolled over onto her side, rested her head on Ella’s shoulder, and closed her eyes. Within minutes she was breathing heavily, but Ella generously waited until she was absolutely sure Lexi was asleep before sliding out from underneath, dressing, and finally heading home for the night.
Friday, June 12, 2015
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 112
After having some sexy dreams, Kat woke up feeling extremely horny – which was not an unusual occurrence for her, but this was an especially acute case. She had been sleeping on a couch in Jackie’s living room, and on the other couch – perpendicular to hers – Lexi was still snoozing away, naked under a blue comforter.
Sliding off the couch with a blanket still wrapped around her, Kat pulled the comforter down to expose Lexi’s breasts. Her chest rose and fell, rose and fell; her face looked angelic in repose. Kat leaned forward to very softly kiss and lick her nipples, which began to reflexively harden. Lexi let out a little whimper and shifted her position slightly, but didn’t really wake up.
So Kat pulled the blanket down further and kissed her way down Lexi’s torso, across her navel, and down her abdomen to her crotch. When Kat rubbed her nose in the soft blond pubic hair, Lexi curled her toes and whimpered again, still in dreamland.
Lexi’s legs were naturally somewhat open, and Kat eased them a little further apart, then began to gently lick her inner thighs. The skin was exquisitely soft there, but not as soft as the pink flesh between her legs, which Kat now slid the tip of her tongue across. Lexi moaned slightly louder; she was partly awake now, aware that something was happening between her legs, though not sure exactly what.
Kat was patient and considerate; she took her time bringing Lexi to a slow-building and delicious orgasm. Then, after generously allowing Lexi a good 30 seconds to bask in the afterglow, she hopped up on the couch and stationed her wet pussy directly over Lexi’s face, clearly indicating that she was ready for it to be licked. Lexi was still only half-conscious, but did not hesitate to oblige, fair-minded girl that she was.
They were not the only ones having a pleasurable interlude that morning; Jackie and Sara were 69ing in the master bedroom at that very moment. Sara, who was on top, had just had a powerful climax and was resting her head on Jackie’s thigh, not moving. Meanwhile, in the guest room, Olivia, Kelly, and Adriana – who had shared the king-sized bed – were just stirring.
Ana, who was in the middle, woke first and found the other two huddled up against her. She had been sleeping on her left side and Kelly was in front her, butt up against Ana’s crotch, while Olivia was behind her, boobs pressing into Ana’s back. It was a wonderful place to be and Ana stayed in place so as not to disturb anyone; but she did reach one hand in front of her to fondle Kelly’s tits while sliding the other behind her to push between Olivia’s legs.
They both responded, perhaps unconsciously; Olivia sighed and parted her legs slightly, while Kelly mumbled something incomprehensible and giggled. Ana moved her right hand down to cup Kelly’s crotch and soon she was finger-fucking both girls, feeling them grow wetter by the second. Olivia, beginning to waken, nibbled on Ana’s neck while snaking one arm around to pinch Ana’s nipples. Kelly appeared to still be dreaming, but the look on her face said it was a good dream.
Olivia’s hand traced tenderly down Ana’s ribcage, across her belly – which quivered in response – and down to her crotch. There was an audible squish as two of Olivia’s fingers slipped inside Ana and from there it was a race to the finish. But Ana had a head start and before long Kelly and Olivia came almost simultaneously.
The strength of Olivia’s orgasm took her by surprise – Ana had strong and talented hands – and she completely forgot what she had been doing. But after she’d had a minute to gather her wits she propped herself up on one arm and locked eyes with Kelly. They nodded to each other and together dove under the covers, meeting up between Adriana’s legs. Once there they paid long and careful attention to making sure their sister cheerleader was fully satisfied.
A half-hour later, when everyone in the house had had their fill of pussy, they all gathered for breakfast. Sara made huge piles of pancakes and bacon, while Jackie poured them all mimosas. Technically she could have lost her job for serving students alcohol, but then when she thought back over all the fireable offenses she’d committed that year, it made for quite a long list. And yet here she was, still standing, and having enjoyed pleasures most people couldn’t even conceive of.
They all lifted their glasses and Jackie made a toast. “To the best cheerleading squad there’s ever been,” she said. “And I think, maybe, the best there ever will be. Cheers!”
Sliding off the couch with a blanket still wrapped around her, Kat pulled the comforter down to expose Lexi’s breasts. Her chest rose and fell, rose and fell; her face looked angelic in repose. Kat leaned forward to very softly kiss and lick her nipples, which began to reflexively harden. Lexi let out a little whimper and shifted her position slightly, but didn’t really wake up.
So Kat pulled the blanket down further and kissed her way down Lexi’s torso, across her navel, and down her abdomen to her crotch. When Kat rubbed her nose in the soft blond pubic hair, Lexi curled her toes and whimpered again, still in dreamland.
Lexi’s legs were naturally somewhat open, and Kat eased them a little further apart, then began to gently lick her inner thighs. The skin was exquisitely soft there, but not as soft as the pink flesh between her legs, which Kat now slid the tip of her tongue across. Lexi moaned slightly louder; she was partly awake now, aware that something was happening between her legs, though not sure exactly what.
Kat was patient and considerate; she took her time bringing Lexi to a slow-building and delicious orgasm. Then, after generously allowing Lexi a good 30 seconds to bask in the afterglow, she hopped up on the couch and stationed her wet pussy directly over Lexi’s face, clearly indicating that she was ready for it to be licked. Lexi was still only half-conscious, but did not hesitate to oblige, fair-minded girl that she was.
They were not the only ones having a pleasurable interlude that morning; Jackie and Sara were 69ing in the master bedroom at that very moment. Sara, who was on top, had just had a powerful climax and was resting her head on Jackie’s thigh, not moving. Meanwhile, in the guest room, Olivia, Kelly, and Adriana – who had shared the king-sized bed – were just stirring.
Ana, who was in the middle, woke first and found the other two huddled up against her. She had been sleeping on her left side and Kelly was in front her, butt up against Ana’s crotch, while Olivia was behind her, boobs pressing into Ana’s back. It was a wonderful place to be and Ana stayed in place so as not to disturb anyone; but she did reach one hand in front of her to fondle Kelly’s tits while sliding the other behind her to push between Olivia’s legs.
They both responded, perhaps unconsciously; Olivia sighed and parted her legs slightly, while Kelly mumbled something incomprehensible and giggled. Ana moved her right hand down to cup Kelly’s crotch and soon she was finger-fucking both girls, feeling them grow wetter by the second. Olivia, beginning to waken, nibbled on Ana’s neck while snaking one arm around to pinch Ana’s nipples. Kelly appeared to still be dreaming, but the look on her face said it was a good dream.
Olivia’s hand traced tenderly down Ana’s ribcage, across her belly – which quivered in response – and down to her crotch. There was an audible squish as two of Olivia’s fingers slipped inside Ana and from there it was a race to the finish. But Ana had a head start and before long Kelly and Olivia came almost simultaneously.
The strength of Olivia’s orgasm took her by surprise – Ana had strong and talented hands – and she completely forgot what she had been doing. But after she’d had a minute to gather her wits she propped herself up on one arm and locked eyes with Kelly. They nodded to each other and together dove under the covers, meeting up between Adriana’s legs. Once there they paid long and careful attention to making sure their sister cheerleader was fully satisfied.
A half-hour later, when everyone in the house had had their fill of pussy, they all gathered for breakfast. Sara made huge piles of pancakes and bacon, while Jackie poured them all mimosas. Technically she could have lost her job for serving students alcohol, but then when she thought back over all the fireable offenses she’d committed that year, it made for quite a long list. And yet here she was, still standing, and having enjoyed pleasures most people couldn’t even conceive of.
They all lifted their glasses and Jackie made a toast. “To the best cheerleading squad there’s ever been,” she said. “And I think, maybe, the best there ever will be. Cheers!”
Saturday, September 6, 2014
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 98
Annalise sat back on her haunches, taking in the scene before her. Lexi was bent over the bed with her head down, eyes open but vacant; she looked very cute dressed in nothing but her long green socks, panties hanging around one ankle. Serena was sprawled out on the bed, apparently unconscious, legs splayed casually apart. Annalise looked down at the vibrator, thinking that it might just be the two of them now. She touched it to her nipple, feeling a pleasant tingle, and noticing that it smelled distinctly of Lexi’s pussy.
But then Serena woke up, and she woke up hungry. She wanted to taste Lexi in the worst way. Standing up, she picked up the younger girl without visible effort and deposited her on the bed face-up. Lexi gazed up wide-eyed as Serena reached down to spread the younger girl’s legs. Her pussy was a perfect pink, glistening wet and delicious-looking.
Serena dropped to her knees and extended her tongue, at first just tracing the surface of Lexi’s labia. Then she licked her lips and went back for more, this time pushing the tip of her tongue inside. Lexi sighed and squirmed, arching her back and pinching her own nipples with both hands.
Annalise, feeling a little left out, climbed up onto the bed and stood for a minute looking down at the two blondes going at it. There definitely was a chemistry between them, and Annalise sort of regretted having brought them together. But it was done now, and all she could do was make the best of it. Moving to stand directly over Lexi’s head, Annalise let herself sink down until her pussy was right in the cheerleader’s face.
She was still holding the vibrator, so she figured she might as well use it. She touched it to her clit just as Lexi’s tongue wriggled up inside her; it was an exquisitely delicious feeling. Combined with the sight of Serena ardently licking Lexi’s pussy, it was possibly the most pleasure she’d ever felt at one time.
Annalise continued to stimulate her clit with the vibe as Lexi licked her, and she was amazed at how much she was gushing. She couldn’t remember so much liquid ever coming out of her. She was afraid she was making rather a mess of poor Lexi’s face, but you weren’t going to hear Lexi complaining. For one thing, Annalise’s crotch was covering her face; for another, Serena was in the middle of giving her multiple grade-A orgasms.
When she had come as much as she could stand, Annalise leaned forward and used the vibrator to help Serena bring Lexi to one last massive climax. A few minutes later, when Annalise finally climbed off her, Lexi saw the clock and realized that it was quite late. She needed to get some sleep if she was going to have her wits about her for the math test. Dressing quickly, she said her goodbyes and made her way downstairs.
As she traversed the dark porches back to her own house, Lexi was struck by a strange feeling; was this a pang of jealousy? And who was she jealous of, exactly? She was too tired to figure it out right now. She opened her front door and heard her father still snoring away contentedly. It was bedtime, for sure. The tingling between her legs was giving way to an intense drowsiness. She barely made it to bed before falling unconscious.
* * *
It was almost noon when Jessica woke up, feeling mildly hung over and more than a little disoriented. She wasn’t quite sure where she was or who the beautiful woman sleeping next to her was.
After a few seconds it all came back to her. She was in her suite, and the woman next to her was Erica, the prostitute she had hired. Jessica had found Erica surprising in a number of ways. When the sex was over, they had all put on robes, and Erica had seemed in no hurry to depart. “You’re welcome to stay, of course,” Jessica told her. “I just figured you’d have another appointment, or something.”
Erica smiled. “No, I don’t have another client tonight. And I like it here. I figured I might spend the night, if that’s OK.”
“Well sure,” said Jessica happily, and called down to room service for a bottle of brandy. Afterward they spent a couple of hours lounging around, drinking and talking.
As they talked Jessica realized that, without being conscious of it, she’d assumed that Erica came from an underprivileged background, that tragic circumstances had led her to a life of vice. But in fact Erica’s family was middle-class and she had gone to (though not graduated from) college.
“My junior year a girl I knew told me she’d been turning tricks on the side for extra money. I had just lost my job at the college bookstore and needed some cash, so she introduced me to some people. By my senior year I was making more money than I ever could have made by finishing my degree, so I dropped out.”
She had a few hair-raising stories to tell, but for the most part she had adroitly avoided the major pitfalls of her profession. She had never gotten into drugs and never had a pimp. “Well, there was a guy who probably thought of himself as my pimp,” she said, “but I thought of him more as my agent. He wasn’t really a tough guy, he just looked the part. But for the last few years I’ve been completely a free agent. The Internet makes that much easier.
“And a couple years ago I was finally able to switch over to taking only women as clients, which is great. Men are so much more difficult. Sometimes they can’t perform, and you have to handle them just right, or they get angry. I’ve gotten smacked around a few times – nothing serious, but enough that I don’t want to go through it anymore. Women are just easy. And, you know, they’re cleaner, they smell better, they’re so nice and soft….”
Erica beamed, and in that moment she looked so sweet and wholesome and adorable that Jessica was struck with a perverse impulse: to bend Erica over, tie her hands behind her back, and spank her while telling her what a dirty whore she was.
And had it been earlier in the day, she would have done it. But it was pushing 4:00, the bottle of brandy was empty, and Jessica was tired. They’d had quite a day. Jessica chose Erica to share her bed, and if Jane and Marie found this annoying, they knew better than to say anything. In a matter of minutes all four of them were fast asleep.
But then Serena woke up, and she woke up hungry. She wanted to taste Lexi in the worst way. Standing up, she picked up the younger girl without visible effort and deposited her on the bed face-up. Lexi gazed up wide-eyed as Serena reached down to spread the younger girl’s legs. Her pussy was a perfect pink, glistening wet and delicious-looking.
Serena dropped to her knees and extended her tongue, at first just tracing the surface of Lexi’s labia. Then she licked her lips and went back for more, this time pushing the tip of her tongue inside. Lexi sighed and squirmed, arching her back and pinching her own nipples with both hands.
Annalise, feeling a little left out, climbed up onto the bed and stood for a minute looking down at the two blondes going at it. There definitely was a chemistry between them, and Annalise sort of regretted having brought them together. But it was done now, and all she could do was make the best of it. Moving to stand directly over Lexi’s head, Annalise let herself sink down until her pussy was right in the cheerleader’s face.
She was still holding the vibrator, so she figured she might as well use it. She touched it to her clit just as Lexi’s tongue wriggled up inside her; it was an exquisitely delicious feeling. Combined with the sight of Serena ardently licking Lexi’s pussy, it was possibly the most pleasure she’d ever felt at one time.
Annalise continued to stimulate her clit with the vibe as Lexi licked her, and she was amazed at how much she was gushing. She couldn’t remember so much liquid ever coming out of her. She was afraid she was making rather a mess of poor Lexi’s face, but you weren’t going to hear Lexi complaining. For one thing, Annalise’s crotch was covering her face; for another, Serena was in the middle of giving her multiple grade-A orgasms.
When she had come as much as she could stand, Annalise leaned forward and used the vibrator to help Serena bring Lexi to one last massive climax. A few minutes later, when Annalise finally climbed off her, Lexi saw the clock and realized that it was quite late. She needed to get some sleep if she was going to have her wits about her for the math test. Dressing quickly, she said her goodbyes and made her way downstairs.
As she traversed the dark porches back to her own house, Lexi was struck by a strange feeling; was this a pang of jealousy? And who was she jealous of, exactly? She was too tired to figure it out right now. She opened her front door and heard her father still snoring away contentedly. It was bedtime, for sure. The tingling between her legs was giving way to an intense drowsiness. She barely made it to bed before falling unconscious.
* * *
It was almost noon when Jessica woke up, feeling mildly hung over and more than a little disoriented. She wasn’t quite sure where she was or who the beautiful woman sleeping next to her was.
After a few seconds it all came back to her. She was in her suite, and the woman next to her was Erica, the prostitute she had hired. Jessica had found Erica surprising in a number of ways. When the sex was over, they had all put on robes, and Erica had seemed in no hurry to depart. “You’re welcome to stay, of course,” Jessica told her. “I just figured you’d have another appointment, or something.”
Erica smiled. “No, I don’t have another client tonight. And I like it here. I figured I might spend the night, if that’s OK.”
“Well sure,” said Jessica happily, and called down to room service for a bottle of brandy. Afterward they spent a couple of hours lounging around, drinking and talking.
As they talked Jessica realized that, without being conscious of it, she’d assumed that Erica came from an underprivileged background, that tragic circumstances had led her to a life of vice. But in fact Erica’s family was middle-class and she had gone to (though not graduated from) college.
“My junior year a girl I knew told me she’d been turning tricks on the side for extra money. I had just lost my job at the college bookstore and needed some cash, so she introduced me to some people. By my senior year I was making more money than I ever could have made by finishing my degree, so I dropped out.”
She had a few hair-raising stories to tell, but for the most part she had adroitly avoided the major pitfalls of her profession. She had never gotten into drugs and never had a pimp. “Well, there was a guy who probably thought of himself as my pimp,” she said, “but I thought of him more as my agent. He wasn’t really a tough guy, he just looked the part. But for the last few years I’ve been completely a free agent. The Internet makes that much easier.
“And a couple years ago I was finally able to switch over to taking only women as clients, which is great. Men are so much more difficult. Sometimes they can’t perform, and you have to handle them just right, or they get angry. I’ve gotten smacked around a few times – nothing serious, but enough that I don’t want to go through it anymore. Women are just easy. And, you know, they’re cleaner, they smell better, they’re so nice and soft….”
Erica beamed, and in that moment she looked so sweet and wholesome and adorable that Jessica was struck with a perverse impulse: to bend Erica over, tie her hands behind her back, and spank her while telling her what a dirty whore she was.
And had it been earlier in the day, she would have done it. But it was pushing 4:00, the bottle of brandy was empty, and Jessica was tired. They’d had quite a day. Jessica chose Erica to share her bed, and if Jane and Marie found this annoying, they knew better than to say anything. In a matter of minutes all four of them were fast asleep.
Sunday, August 24, 2014
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 97
After Jane and Marie untied Erica, she disappeared into the bathroom for a minute to pee and wash her face. When she returned, she took Jessica by the hand and led the way to the living room. Jessica was only too happy to be guided in this circumstance; Erica was, after all, the professional here. Jane and Marie followed behind.
Erica pulled off what remained of Jessica’s clothes, sat her down on the couch, and hopped up to straddle her. They shared a long, sensuous kiss, tongues exploring and intertwining. Then Erica began to move down. She paid due attention to Jessica’s ears, her neck, her shoulders, then her breasts, licking all around and sucking them down.
Marie and Jane took seats and looked on, pleased to see their mistress being treated the way she deserved. Continuing her journey south, Erica lingered on Jessica’s navel, her hips, and her triangle, then bent over to kiss her feet before spreading her legs. Jessica settled back into the couch and opened wider to give Erica good access.
What followed took Marie and Jane by surprise. They both thought they knew how to pleasure a woman, but Erica was operating on another level. Her technique was flawless; her mouth, tongue and hands incredibly skilled; but more than that, she just had a special touch. She knew when to push forward, when to ease off, when to pay attention to the inner thighs, the pussy itself, or the clit. She kept Jessica going for the better part of an hour, driving her to higher and higher heights, but never over the edge. When Jessica finally came, she orgasmed three times rapidly in succession — making some noises Jane and Marie had never heard her make before — then fell back and lay still.
Feeling humbled but happy, Jane and Marie moved onto the couch, cuddling their mistress from either side. They drew Erica up into their embrace, and for a time all four of them just rested together.
* * *
By the time Lexi finished studying for her math final, it was late. She could hear her father snoring down the hall, but she herself didn’t feel tired at all. She felt horny. And at this hour she wasn’t quite sure what to do about it, until she remembered that she had a good option close at hand.
Moving very quietly — probably more quietly than she really needed to, as her dad was a heavy sleeper and a loud snorer — she crept out the front door and over to Annalise’s. The house was dark but the door was unlocked, and Lexi was sure Annalise wouldn’t mind. As she climbed the stairs she was surprised to see that a light was on in the bedroom, and then she heard a noise: a female moan, a quiet one, but unmistakable.
Walking on her tiptoes, Lexi moved to the bedroom door and peered around the corner. The light from the corner lamp was dim, so it took Lexi a few seconds to figure out what she was seeing. Annalise, facing her, was the top half of a 69. Just at that moment Annalise looked up and saw Lexi standing in the doorway; her pussy-juice-slick face curled into a devilish grin.
All Lexi could make out of the woman beneath her was a wet, wide-open, blonde-haired pussy. Her curiosity was piqued, but Annalise put her finger to her mouth to ask for quiet, then dove back in. Lexi stood watching in the doorway as Annalise and the mystery woman went at it, gripping each other tightly and eventually reaching nearly simultaneous orgasms. By the time they finished Lexi’s pussy was gushing and she had one hand on her crotch, touching herself through her jeans.
After taking a minute to recover, Annalise rolled off to reveal the body beneath her. It was a spectacular one: long and strong with huge tits and perfect muscle tone. The woman had long blonde hair and her eyes were closed in blissful contentment. Then her eyes opened and she saw Lexi. Her face registered surprise but not shock; after taking a few seconds to process she smiled at Lexi, quickly seeing the positives in the situation.
Annalise looked like the cat the ate the canary, very pleased at being the one in the know for once, not the new girl on the block. “Serena, this is Lexi,” she said. “Lexi, Serena.”
Lexi quietly said “Hi,” looking down at the floor, feeling suddenly shy — although she was the only one there with clothes on.
“Hi, Lexi,” said Serena, much more loudly and enthusiastically. “I’ve heard about you from some of the other girls. You’re even more beautiful than they told me.”
Pleased with the compliment, Lexi looked up and once again met Serena’s eyes. They were warm, intelligent, and full of life; at that moment Lexi fell in love a little bit. “Thanks,” she said. She wanted to add something sweet, like “You’re not so bad yourself,” but it just felt too cheesy; instead she settled for her most winning cheerleader smile.
After that the two of them seemed frozen, so Annalise took matters into her own hands. She walked over behind Lexi and pulled off her top, then her bra, reaching around to cup Lexi’s tits with both hands. Serena hopped up onto her hands and knees and stretched out to take one of Lexi’s nipples into her mouth; Annalise eased Lexi forward a bit to facilitate.
Now Annalise pulled Lexi’s jeans down and jammed a hand between her thighs. It was very warm in there, and a rather moist as well. Annalise ran her hand along Lexi’s crotch and the cheerleader moaned, her legs going a little slack. She sank to her knees and right there in front of her were Serena’s tits: heavy, ripe, succulent, and irresistible. Why resist?
Leaning forward, Lexi opened her mouth as wide as it would go but still couldn’t come anywhere close to getting a whole breast in her mouth. She felt like a tiny baby suckling on an enormous mother. Suddenly it flashed into her head that Serena looked not unlike some photos Lexi had seen of her own mom. The thought made her feel weird for a second, but she was soon distracted by the surprising sensation of Annalise’s hand swatting her butt cheek.
Lexi looked back at Annalise, who shrugged as if to say, things are different now. Then Lexi returned her attention to Serena’s magnificent boobs and Annalise, having gotten things started, sat back to watch for awhile. For some minutes Lexi moved back and forth from right to left, left to right, eyes closed and a faraway, almost hypnotized look on her face.
Serena liked having her tits sucked as much as anyone, but after awhile she was ready for more. She pulled away from Lexi and lay back on the bed. When Lexi opened her eyes Serena was on her back, legs spread wide, hands on her inner thighs in a very alluring pose. A line from a movie popped into Serena’s head and before she knew it it was coming out of her mouth: “Take a bite of peach.”
Lexi didn’t need to be asked twice. In the blink of an eye she was between Serena’s legs, slurping away hungrily. Serena looked a little taken aback at Lexi’s sudden ferocity; she momentarily raised one hand as if to defend herself, then let it fall on Lexi’s head.
In this position Lexi’s ass was in the air and it occurred to Annalise that her pussy could probably use some attention. She didn’t have a strap-on but she did have a vibrator, though she hadn’t used it for awhile. It took her a minute to remember which drawer it was in, but when she found it, it started right up. Annalise knelt down behind Lexi and maneuvered the vibe between her legs, touching it first to her left thigh.
Lexi’s whole body shook visibly, but she never let up her assault on Serena’s cunt as Annalise ran the vibrator along her crotch and tapped it against her clit. Annalise saw Lexi go rigid and knew it probably wouldn’t take long, so she worked carefully, using the vibe gently and pulling it away every few seconds. This way she was able to time it just perfectly so Serena and Lexi came together.
Lexi let loose with one of her patented screams, punishing the ears of the other two women. For a second she wondered if the sound might not wake up her father back at the house. But that was ridiculous, she realized. There was nothing to worry about. She let her head fall onto the bed and let her mind wander, aftershocks of orgasm reverberating through her body.
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Erica pulled off what remained of Jessica’s clothes, sat her down on the couch, and hopped up to straddle her. They shared a long, sensuous kiss, tongues exploring and intertwining. Then Erica began to move down. She paid due attention to Jessica’s ears, her neck, her shoulders, then her breasts, licking all around and sucking them down.
Marie and Jane took seats and looked on, pleased to see their mistress being treated the way she deserved. Continuing her journey south, Erica lingered on Jessica’s navel, her hips, and her triangle, then bent over to kiss her feet before spreading her legs. Jessica settled back into the couch and opened wider to give Erica good access.
What followed took Marie and Jane by surprise. They both thought they knew how to pleasure a woman, but Erica was operating on another level. Her technique was flawless; her mouth, tongue and hands incredibly skilled; but more than that, she just had a special touch. She knew when to push forward, when to ease off, when to pay attention to the inner thighs, the pussy itself, or the clit. She kept Jessica going for the better part of an hour, driving her to higher and higher heights, but never over the edge. When Jessica finally came, she orgasmed three times rapidly in succession — making some noises Jane and Marie had never heard her make before — then fell back and lay still.
Feeling humbled but happy, Jane and Marie moved onto the couch, cuddling their mistress from either side. They drew Erica up into their embrace, and for a time all four of them just rested together.
* * *
By the time Lexi finished studying for her math final, it was late. She could hear her father snoring down the hall, but she herself didn’t feel tired at all. She felt horny. And at this hour she wasn’t quite sure what to do about it, until she remembered that she had a good option close at hand.
Moving very quietly — probably more quietly than she really needed to, as her dad was a heavy sleeper and a loud snorer — she crept out the front door and over to Annalise’s. The house was dark but the door was unlocked, and Lexi was sure Annalise wouldn’t mind. As she climbed the stairs she was surprised to see that a light was on in the bedroom, and then she heard a noise: a female moan, a quiet one, but unmistakable.
Walking on her tiptoes, Lexi moved to the bedroom door and peered around the corner. The light from the corner lamp was dim, so it took Lexi a few seconds to figure out what she was seeing. Annalise, facing her, was the top half of a 69. Just at that moment Annalise looked up and saw Lexi standing in the doorway; her pussy-juice-slick face curled into a devilish grin.
All Lexi could make out of the woman beneath her was a wet, wide-open, blonde-haired pussy. Her curiosity was piqued, but Annalise put her finger to her mouth to ask for quiet, then dove back in. Lexi stood watching in the doorway as Annalise and the mystery woman went at it, gripping each other tightly and eventually reaching nearly simultaneous orgasms. By the time they finished Lexi’s pussy was gushing and she had one hand on her crotch, touching herself through her jeans.
After taking a minute to recover, Annalise rolled off to reveal the body beneath her. It was a spectacular one: long and strong with huge tits and perfect muscle tone. The woman had long blonde hair and her eyes were closed in blissful contentment. Then her eyes opened and she saw Lexi. Her face registered surprise but not shock; after taking a few seconds to process she smiled at Lexi, quickly seeing the positives in the situation.
Annalise looked like the cat the ate the canary, very pleased at being the one in the know for once, not the new girl on the block. “Serena, this is Lexi,” she said. “Lexi, Serena.”
Lexi quietly said “Hi,” looking down at the floor, feeling suddenly shy — although she was the only one there with clothes on.
“Hi, Lexi,” said Serena, much more loudly and enthusiastically. “I’ve heard about you from some of the other girls. You’re even more beautiful than they told me.”
Pleased with the compliment, Lexi looked up and once again met Serena’s eyes. They were warm, intelligent, and full of life; at that moment Lexi fell in love a little bit. “Thanks,” she said. She wanted to add something sweet, like “You’re not so bad yourself,” but it just felt too cheesy; instead she settled for her most winning cheerleader smile.
After that the two of them seemed frozen, so Annalise took matters into her own hands. She walked over behind Lexi and pulled off her top, then her bra, reaching around to cup Lexi’s tits with both hands. Serena hopped up onto her hands and knees and stretched out to take one of Lexi’s nipples into her mouth; Annalise eased Lexi forward a bit to facilitate.
Now Annalise pulled Lexi’s jeans down and jammed a hand between her thighs. It was very warm in there, and a rather moist as well. Annalise ran her hand along Lexi’s crotch and the cheerleader moaned, her legs going a little slack. She sank to her knees and right there in front of her were Serena’s tits: heavy, ripe, succulent, and irresistible. Why resist?
Leaning forward, Lexi opened her mouth as wide as it would go but still couldn’t come anywhere close to getting a whole breast in her mouth. She felt like a tiny baby suckling on an enormous mother. Suddenly it flashed into her head that Serena looked not unlike some photos Lexi had seen of her own mom. The thought made her feel weird for a second, but she was soon distracted by the surprising sensation of Annalise’s hand swatting her butt cheek.
Lexi looked back at Annalise, who shrugged as if to say, things are different now. Then Lexi returned her attention to Serena’s magnificent boobs and Annalise, having gotten things started, sat back to watch for awhile. For some minutes Lexi moved back and forth from right to left, left to right, eyes closed and a faraway, almost hypnotized look on her face.
Serena liked having her tits sucked as much as anyone, but after awhile she was ready for more. She pulled away from Lexi and lay back on the bed. When Lexi opened her eyes Serena was on her back, legs spread wide, hands on her inner thighs in a very alluring pose. A line from a movie popped into Serena’s head and before she knew it it was coming out of her mouth: “Take a bite of peach.”
Lexi didn’t need to be asked twice. In the blink of an eye she was between Serena’s legs, slurping away hungrily. Serena looked a little taken aback at Lexi’s sudden ferocity; she momentarily raised one hand as if to defend herself, then let it fall on Lexi’s head.
In this position Lexi’s ass was in the air and it occurred to Annalise that her pussy could probably use some attention. She didn’t have a strap-on but she did have a vibrator, though she hadn’t used it for awhile. It took her a minute to remember which drawer it was in, but when she found it, it started right up. Annalise knelt down behind Lexi and maneuvered the vibe between her legs, touching it first to her left thigh.
Lexi’s whole body shook visibly, but she never let up her assault on Serena’s cunt as Annalise ran the vibrator along her crotch and tapped it against her clit. Annalise saw Lexi go rigid and knew it probably wouldn’t take long, so she worked carefully, using the vibe gently and pulling it away every few seconds. This way she was able to time it just perfectly so Serena and Lexi came together.
Lexi let loose with one of her patented screams, punishing the ears of the other two women. For a second she wondered if the sound might not wake up her father back at the house. But that was ridiculous, she realized. There was nothing to worry about. She let her head fall onto the bed and let her mind wander, aftershocks of orgasm reverberating through her body.
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Thursday, May 29, 2014
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 87
Ana had accepted the offer of a ride home from Ella and Janice, but once they were on the road Ella had said that her family was out of town visiting relatives and wouldn’t be back till late. This meant that she had the house all to herself, a rare opportunity, so would Janice and Ana like to come over? They readily accepted; neither had ever seen Ella’s house before.
It was a huge, beautiful home on more than an acre not far from the town’s golf course. In the early part of the afternoon the three of them gave each other facials and manicures, then spent some time in the hot tub. Later in the day they retired to the bedroom — a huge, immaculately furnished boudoir with a king-sized bed — and the two older woman spent a long time feasting on Ana’s succulent young body.
Ana liked being the center of attention and was in no hurry to get home, so she was still at Ella’s when a message came through from Lexi with the offer of a bit of fun at Annalise’s. Ana asked if she could bring a couple of guests along, and Lexi said sure, the more the merrier.
Ella, Janice, and Ana dressed and piled into the car, and Ana directed them to Annalise’s house. Inside they found Lexi next to what appeared to be a mummy wrapped in black duct tape. “Hmmm, interesting,” said Ana. “What have you been up to here?”
“Just trying something out,” answered Lexi. “I think it will be fun to unwrap her.”
She had wrapped Annalise in strips of tape several feet long, and they took turns peeling them off one at a time. After 10 minutes or so they were finally down to bare skin; Ana pulled off a strip that went across Annalise’s belly and she moaned through the tape covering her mouth. Janice, up next, exposed one breast, which she leaned down and took into her mouth. Ella then reached over and ripped off the tape covering the other breast, giving Annalise an interesting experience in simultaneous pleasure and pain.
As Ella bent over to suckle also, Lexi and Ana worked on Annalise’s lower body. After a few minutes they had managed to get her crotch unwrapped while her legs were still taped together; Lexi jammed one hand between her soft thighs, feeling the wetness there, and managed to get two fingers inside despite the fact that Annalise’s legs wouldn’t open.
Ana now went to work on getting access to Annalise’s mouth, unwrapping the lower part of her face to reveal the single piece of tape covering her mouth. Gripping one end, Ana counted to three and decisively ripped off the tape, drawing from Annalise a helpless scream that was quickly smothered by one of Ana’s boobs.
At this point Janice, who was not the world’s most patient woman, took charge. At her behest they lifted Annalise and carried her to the bedroom, where they laid her down on the bed. The lower part of her face, as well as her shoulders and chest, were now exposed, as was her crotch. But lengths of tape still encircled her stomach, binding her arms to her sides, and her legs were still taped from the knees down. And of course her eyes were still covered; she had no way of knowing who was now molesting her. All she knew was that she felt hands and mouths on her, and that she heard several different voices, some of which were unfamiliar. One of them, she was sure, belonged to Ana, and she guessed that the breast that had just been in her mouth did as well.
Standing around the bed, Lexi, Janice, Ella, and Ana undressed, ready to get down to serious business. “Stick out your tongue,” ordered Janice, and Annalise obeyed. Janice encouraged Ella to sit on Annalise’s face and she did so, spreading her pussy lips with her fingers as she sank down onto the waiting mouth. For a minute they all just watched Ella ride Annalise’s face, her tits swaying gently, soft moans falling from her mouth. Ella was an exquisitely beautiful woman, and to watch her receive pleasure was a joy in itself.
Janice had brought some scissors from the kitchen and, starting from the knees, she cut the tape between Annalise’s legs until she was able to open them, though the tape still stuck around the outsides. Annalise’s crotch and thighs glistened with sweat and pussy juice; licking her lips, Janice dove in and began to lap up the delicious liquid. Again Annalise moaned, again her moans were muffled, this time by Ella’s pussy.
Lexi and Ana looked at each other. This scene was hot to watch, but they wanted to get involved, too. Ana chose to join Janice between Annalise’s legs, penetrating the older woman with her thick, meaty tongue. Janice moved to one side and watched Ana tongue-fuck Annalise, stroking her own clit with one hand and Annalise’s with the other.
For her part, Lexi walked around to the other side of the bed and pulled off the tape covering Annalise’s eyes. Most of her face was covered by Ella’s crotch but as her eyes adjusted Annalise could just barely make out Lexi standing above her, grinning.
Lexi climbed onto the bed and pressed herself chest-to-chest against Ella, and the two blondes shared a long wet kiss. Then they shifted position so Annalise could reach both of their pussies and Annalise divided her attention between them, sticking a tongue in here, sucking a clit there.
It was two hours later when Annalise was finally introduced to the women she’d been fucking. She turned beet red, imagining what a tramp she must look like in their eyes. But Ella and Janice were very friendly and gracious, and Lexi made sure they exchanged phone numbers with Annalise, figuring it would do Annalise good to widen her social circle a little bit.
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It was a huge, beautiful home on more than an acre not far from the town’s golf course. In the early part of the afternoon the three of them gave each other facials and manicures, then spent some time in the hot tub. Later in the day they retired to the bedroom — a huge, immaculately furnished boudoir with a king-sized bed — and the two older woman spent a long time feasting on Ana’s succulent young body.
Ana liked being the center of attention and was in no hurry to get home, so she was still at Ella’s when a message came through from Lexi with the offer of a bit of fun at Annalise’s. Ana asked if she could bring a couple of guests along, and Lexi said sure, the more the merrier.
Ella, Janice, and Ana dressed and piled into the car, and Ana directed them to Annalise’s house. Inside they found Lexi next to what appeared to be a mummy wrapped in black duct tape. “Hmmm, interesting,” said Ana. “What have you been up to here?”
“Just trying something out,” answered Lexi. “I think it will be fun to unwrap her.”
She had wrapped Annalise in strips of tape several feet long, and they took turns peeling them off one at a time. After 10 minutes or so they were finally down to bare skin; Ana pulled off a strip that went across Annalise’s belly and she moaned through the tape covering her mouth. Janice, up next, exposed one breast, which she leaned down and took into her mouth. Ella then reached over and ripped off the tape covering the other breast, giving Annalise an interesting experience in simultaneous pleasure and pain.
As Ella bent over to suckle also, Lexi and Ana worked on Annalise’s lower body. After a few minutes they had managed to get her crotch unwrapped while her legs were still taped together; Lexi jammed one hand between her soft thighs, feeling the wetness there, and managed to get two fingers inside despite the fact that Annalise’s legs wouldn’t open.
Ana now went to work on getting access to Annalise’s mouth, unwrapping the lower part of her face to reveal the single piece of tape covering her mouth. Gripping one end, Ana counted to three and decisively ripped off the tape, drawing from Annalise a helpless scream that was quickly smothered by one of Ana’s boobs.
At this point Janice, who was not the world’s most patient woman, took charge. At her behest they lifted Annalise and carried her to the bedroom, where they laid her down on the bed. The lower part of her face, as well as her shoulders and chest, were now exposed, as was her crotch. But lengths of tape still encircled her stomach, binding her arms to her sides, and her legs were still taped from the knees down. And of course her eyes were still covered; she had no way of knowing who was now molesting her. All she knew was that she felt hands and mouths on her, and that she heard several different voices, some of which were unfamiliar. One of them, she was sure, belonged to Ana, and she guessed that the breast that had just been in her mouth did as well.
Standing around the bed, Lexi, Janice, Ella, and Ana undressed, ready to get down to serious business. “Stick out your tongue,” ordered Janice, and Annalise obeyed. Janice encouraged Ella to sit on Annalise’s face and she did so, spreading her pussy lips with her fingers as she sank down onto the waiting mouth. For a minute they all just watched Ella ride Annalise’s face, her tits swaying gently, soft moans falling from her mouth. Ella was an exquisitely beautiful woman, and to watch her receive pleasure was a joy in itself.
Janice had brought some scissors from the kitchen and, starting from the knees, she cut the tape between Annalise’s legs until she was able to open them, though the tape still stuck around the outsides. Annalise’s crotch and thighs glistened with sweat and pussy juice; licking her lips, Janice dove in and began to lap up the delicious liquid. Again Annalise moaned, again her moans were muffled, this time by Ella’s pussy.
Lexi and Ana looked at each other. This scene was hot to watch, but they wanted to get involved, too. Ana chose to join Janice between Annalise’s legs, penetrating the older woman with her thick, meaty tongue. Janice moved to one side and watched Ana tongue-fuck Annalise, stroking her own clit with one hand and Annalise’s with the other.
For her part, Lexi walked around to the other side of the bed and pulled off the tape covering Annalise’s eyes. Most of her face was covered by Ella’s crotch but as her eyes adjusted Annalise could just barely make out Lexi standing above her, grinning.
Lexi climbed onto the bed and pressed herself chest-to-chest against Ella, and the two blondes shared a long wet kiss. Then they shifted position so Annalise could reach both of their pussies and Annalise divided her attention between them, sticking a tongue in here, sucking a clit there.
It was two hours later when Annalise was finally introduced to the women she’d been fucking. She turned beet red, imagining what a tramp she must look like in their eyes. But Ella and Janice were very friendly and gracious, and Lexi made sure they exchanged phone numbers with Annalise, figuring it would do Annalise good to widen her social circle a little bit.
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Friday, May 23, 2014
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 86
Lexi had slept until almost two in the afternoon and not long after she finally woke up, her father returned home from his latest business trip. He looked tired but fairly cheerful; the trip had gone relatively well and they would have a little more money rolling in soon. Lexi brought him a beer and they sat in the living room catching up, then watched some TV.
About 5 o’clock the doorbell rang and Lexi went to answer it. It was Annalise — of course — once again bearing a tray of food, this time prime rib and potatoes. From the doorway Annalise could see Lexi’s dad and she immediately turned bright red; she hadn’t expected him to be home, Lexi knew, and was surprised by his presence. At one time Lexi had thought Annalise had designs on him — and maybe she had — but now what she had in mind did not involve him.
Nonetheless, Lexi invited Annalise in. Her dad was exhausted and may not have been in the mood for guests, but he loved a good meal and sight of the food seemed to perk him up a little bit. The three of them sat down to eat and had a pleasant enough time together, but Annalise excused herself as soon as it seemed polite to do so. Lexi smirked inwardly. What would her father think if he knew what Annalise had really had in mind by coming here? He would probably be turned on at some level — he was a man, after all — but he would be shocked, that’s for sure.
Wiped out from his trip and full of food and beer, Lexi’s dad went off to bed soon after 7:00. Lexi waited long enough to be sure he was asleep and snoring, then snuck out the back door and walked over to Annalise’s. She found the older woman in the kitchen, working slowly and steadily on a pint of chocolate ice cream. Without saying a word, Lexi got herself a spoon from the drawer and joined in.
Annalise’s body language was tense, and Lexi could tell that she was horny, and nervous, and probably a little embarrassed about what had transpired earlier. For her part, Lexi felt completely calm and at peace with the world. As much for her own amusement as anything, she began to tell Annalise everything that had happened the night before. In the telling it all seemed kind of preposterous, and just for a moment Lexi wondered if it might have been just a dream she had; but her muscles were sore from the wrestling, and her pussy had a sense memory all its own that was not to be doubted.
Lexi could tell that Annalise was getting more and more excited as she told the tale, and it was hot in the kitchen as well. By the time Lexi got to the part where Mimi tied her up, a film of sweat had formed on Annalise’s forehead. Lexi walked over to the freezer and took out an ice cube. When she touched the ice cube against the back of Annalise’s neck, the older woman jumped a little, then exhaled deeply. Still talking, Lexi ran the ice around to the front of Annalise’s neck and then down between her breasts.
Working with one hand, Lexi unbuttoned Annalise’s shirt and let it fall open. Then she let the ice cube rest in Annalise’s cleavage as she used both hands to unclasp the older woman’s bra. Holding the ice cube again, Lexi let the bra fall and Annalise’s breasts sprang out, her nipples stiff and pointy as two knitting needles. Lexi ran the ice all around Annalise’s tits and across her buds, which were so hard now they must have been painful, Lexi thought.
Annalise sighed and then moaned. She was putty in Lexi’s hands, as always. Reaching down, Lexi unbuttoned the top of Annalise’s jeans and pushed the ice cube down into her panties. By now Lexi had gotten to the end of her story and was looking around thinking, well, how can I amuse myself?
By chance her eyes fell on a roll of duct tape that was sitting on a shelf, and a light bulb went off in her head. She stood Annalise up and embraced her from behind, sliding one hand into Annalise’s panties and moving the ice cube down into her crotch. Then she reached for the roll of tape and ripped off two short strips which she slapped onto Annalise’s nipples. A slightly longer one went over Annalise’s mouth, and a still longer one across her eyes. Lexi grinned to herself. There were possibilities here.
* * *
Gina let Olivia make her come twice, then pushed the younger girl away and sat back in the chair, breathing heavily. The orgasms had been potent. It had been almost a week since Gina had come — she’d only masturbated twice since she’d been with Olivia last, both in one night — and the spanking had really gotten her motor revving. Olivia smiled up at her, knowing that she’d done well. She now had a new set of fingernail marks to add to the ones Mimi had given her.
Grasping Olivia’s arm, Gina stood her up and led her to the bedroom. There Gina lit a candle and began to rummage around in her bedside table, emerging with the strap-on in one hand. She had never worn one before, and it took her a little while to get it situated; Olivia thought about offering advice, but decided that in this situation it was better to let Gina handle her own business.
Once she had the phallus swinging between her legs, Gina felt powerful and confident. Spinning Olivia around, Gina untied her hands and stripped off her rumpled blouse and skirt. She was braless underneath, so her beautiful young body was now revealed in all its glorious nakedness. Turning around to face the older woman, Olivia dropped to her knees and began to worship Gina’s cock. She took it in both hands, gazing up into Gina’s eyes as she licked and sucked the tip.
Gina looked down, enjoying the way Olivia’s head bobbed around as she took the shaft of the dildo into her mouth while reaching around to grasp Gina’s ass with both hands. So this is what it’s like from the other side, Gina reflected, thinking of all the times she’d knelt to suck her husband’s cock. She held Olivia’s head in her hands and pushed her hips forward, filling Olivia’s mouth all the way. For a moment Gina wished that she had a real cock, that she could spurt cum all over Olivia’s tits, or make her swallow it.
Pulling out of Olivia’s mouth with a pop, Gina took her by the hand and helped her onto the bed. Once she was there Gina tied her arms and legs to the bedposts, exactly reversing the positions they had been in a week ago. Gina took a moment to drink in the sight of her there, naked, bound, and waiting. Mine, Gina thought. For tonight anyway. All mine.
Gina leaned down to kiss Olivia’s mound and got a deep, heady noseful of female arousal. She kissed and licked Olivia’s inner thighs and gently flicked her tongue across Olivia’s vulva. The younger girl reacted violently, her body spasming and straining against her bonds. Olivia tasted delicious and Gina could easily have spent all day down there, but that wasn’t what she wanted to do right now; so after a few more soft licks she began moving up, lingering at Olivia’s hipbones and navel, and spending several minutes licking, sucking, and biting her nipples.
Olivia was beside herself, half-crazy with need, by the time she felt the tip of the strap-on poking against her pussy lips. “Oh, God, please,” Olivia moaned, so sweetly and sincerely that Gina couldn’t help taking pity on her. Pushing her way inside, Gina imagined that she could feel Olivia’s muscles clenched around her shaft, loving the way the younger girl’s eyes glazed over and her mouth fell open.
Gina gave Olivia a long, slow, deep fucking filled with passion and affection. When Olivia came the first time, rattling the headboard with her spasms, Gina slowed up and stroked very gently in and out. Gradually she sped up again until she was driving the dildo home savagely, harder than before, and Olivia’s second orgasm felt terminal; she stiffened, screamed, shook, and then went limp.
Afterward Gina untied Olivia and they just lay in bed together for a while, kissing and cuddling. After some conversation they came to an agreement: When they were apart, Olivia would be free to indulge in whatever adventures came her way, just so long as she told Gina everything. Gina would then mete out whatever punishment seemed appropriate to her.
By this time it was getting late and Olivia needed to get home. She dressed and Gina walked her to the door in a bathrobe. They kissed, embraced, and said good night. When Olivia had left Gina returned to the bedroom, took off her robe, slid beneath the covers, and penetrated herself with the strap-on. After one last good climax she fell asleep.
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About 5 o’clock the doorbell rang and Lexi went to answer it. It was Annalise — of course — once again bearing a tray of food, this time prime rib and potatoes. From the doorway Annalise could see Lexi’s dad and she immediately turned bright red; she hadn’t expected him to be home, Lexi knew, and was surprised by his presence. At one time Lexi had thought Annalise had designs on him — and maybe she had — but now what she had in mind did not involve him.
Nonetheless, Lexi invited Annalise in. Her dad was exhausted and may not have been in the mood for guests, but he loved a good meal and sight of the food seemed to perk him up a little bit. The three of them sat down to eat and had a pleasant enough time together, but Annalise excused herself as soon as it seemed polite to do so. Lexi smirked inwardly. What would her father think if he knew what Annalise had really had in mind by coming here? He would probably be turned on at some level — he was a man, after all — but he would be shocked, that’s for sure.
Wiped out from his trip and full of food and beer, Lexi’s dad went off to bed soon after 7:00. Lexi waited long enough to be sure he was asleep and snoring, then snuck out the back door and walked over to Annalise’s. She found the older woman in the kitchen, working slowly and steadily on a pint of chocolate ice cream. Without saying a word, Lexi got herself a spoon from the drawer and joined in.
Annalise’s body language was tense, and Lexi could tell that she was horny, and nervous, and probably a little embarrassed about what had transpired earlier. For her part, Lexi felt completely calm and at peace with the world. As much for her own amusement as anything, she began to tell Annalise everything that had happened the night before. In the telling it all seemed kind of preposterous, and just for a moment Lexi wondered if it might have been just a dream she had; but her muscles were sore from the wrestling, and her pussy had a sense memory all its own that was not to be doubted.
Lexi could tell that Annalise was getting more and more excited as she told the tale, and it was hot in the kitchen as well. By the time Lexi got to the part where Mimi tied her up, a film of sweat had formed on Annalise’s forehead. Lexi walked over to the freezer and took out an ice cube. When she touched the ice cube against the back of Annalise’s neck, the older woman jumped a little, then exhaled deeply. Still talking, Lexi ran the ice around to the front of Annalise’s neck and then down between her breasts.
Working with one hand, Lexi unbuttoned Annalise’s shirt and let it fall open. Then she let the ice cube rest in Annalise’s cleavage as she used both hands to unclasp the older woman’s bra. Holding the ice cube again, Lexi let the bra fall and Annalise’s breasts sprang out, her nipples stiff and pointy as two knitting needles. Lexi ran the ice all around Annalise’s tits and across her buds, which were so hard now they must have been painful, Lexi thought.
Annalise sighed and then moaned. She was putty in Lexi’s hands, as always. Reaching down, Lexi unbuttoned the top of Annalise’s jeans and pushed the ice cube down into her panties. By now Lexi had gotten to the end of her story and was looking around thinking, well, how can I amuse myself?
By chance her eyes fell on a roll of duct tape that was sitting on a shelf, and a light bulb went off in her head. She stood Annalise up and embraced her from behind, sliding one hand into Annalise’s panties and moving the ice cube down into her crotch. Then she reached for the roll of tape and ripped off two short strips which she slapped onto Annalise’s nipples. A slightly longer one went over Annalise’s mouth, and a still longer one across her eyes. Lexi grinned to herself. There were possibilities here.
* * *
Gina let Olivia make her come twice, then pushed the younger girl away and sat back in the chair, breathing heavily. The orgasms had been potent. It had been almost a week since Gina had come — she’d only masturbated twice since she’d been with Olivia last, both in one night — and the spanking had really gotten her motor revving. Olivia smiled up at her, knowing that she’d done well. She now had a new set of fingernail marks to add to the ones Mimi had given her.
Grasping Olivia’s arm, Gina stood her up and led her to the bedroom. There Gina lit a candle and began to rummage around in her bedside table, emerging with the strap-on in one hand. She had never worn one before, and it took her a little while to get it situated; Olivia thought about offering advice, but decided that in this situation it was better to let Gina handle her own business.
Once she had the phallus swinging between her legs, Gina felt powerful and confident. Spinning Olivia around, Gina untied her hands and stripped off her rumpled blouse and skirt. She was braless underneath, so her beautiful young body was now revealed in all its glorious nakedness. Turning around to face the older woman, Olivia dropped to her knees and began to worship Gina’s cock. She took it in both hands, gazing up into Gina’s eyes as she licked and sucked the tip.
Gina looked down, enjoying the way Olivia’s head bobbed around as she took the shaft of the dildo into her mouth while reaching around to grasp Gina’s ass with both hands. So this is what it’s like from the other side, Gina reflected, thinking of all the times she’d knelt to suck her husband’s cock. She held Olivia’s head in her hands and pushed her hips forward, filling Olivia’s mouth all the way. For a moment Gina wished that she had a real cock, that she could spurt cum all over Olivia’s tits, or make her swallow it.
Pulling out of Olivia’s mouth with a pop, Gina took her by the hand and helped her onto the bed. Once she was there Gina tied her arms and legs to the bedposts, exactly reversing the positions they had been in a week ago. Gina took a moment to drink in the sight of her there, naked, bound, and waiting. Mine, Gina thought. For tonight anyway. All mine.
Gina leaned down to kiss Olivia’s mound and got a deep, heady noseful of female arousal. She kissed and licked Olivia’s inner thighs and gently flicked her tongue across Olivia’s vulva. The younger girl reacted violently, her body spasming and straining against her bonds. Olivia tasted delicious and Gina could easily have spent all day down there, but that wasn’t what she wanted to do right now; so after a few more soft licks she began moving up, lingering at Olivia’s hipbones and navel, and spending several minutes licking, sucking, and biting her nipples.
Olivia was beside herself, half-crazy with need, by the time she felt the tip of the strap-on poking against her pussy lips. “Oh, God, please,” Olivia moaned, so sweetly and sincerely that Gina couldn’t help taking pity on her. Pushing her way inside, Gina imagined that she could feel Olivia’s muscles clenched around her shaft, loving the way the younger girl’s eyes glazed over and her mouth fell open.
Gina gave Olivia a long, slow, deep fucking filled with passion and affection. When Olivia came the first time, rattling the headboard with her spasms, Gina slowed up and stroked very gently in and out. Gradually she sped up again until she was driving the dildo home savagely, harder than before, and Olivia’s second orgasm felt terminal; she stiffened, screamed, shook, and then went limp.
Afterward Gina untied Olivia and they just lay in bed together for a while, kissing and cuddling. After some conversation they came to an agreement: When they were apart, Olivia would be free to indulge in whatever adventures came her way, just so long as she told Gina everything. Gina would then mete out whatever punishment seemed appropriate to her.
By this time it was getting late and Olivia needed to get home. She dressed and Gina walked her to the door in a bathrobe. They kissed, embraced, and said good night. When Olivia had left Gina returned to the bedroom, took off her robe, slid beneath the covers, and penetrated herself with the strap-on. After one last good climax she fell asleep.
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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.
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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, April 12, 2013
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 71
As Olivia entered the shop, Claire walked over smiling. “I hoped I might see you again,” she said, hugging Olivia and kissing her on the cheek. “Where’s your friend today?”
“She’s, um, she’s busy,” answered Olivia. “How are you?”
“I’m great!” chirped Claire. “I’m really glad you came in. I was just telling the manager about you. We’re getting ready to launch a new ad campaign for the shop – print and web ads, that sort of thing. I think you’d be just perfect for the photos.”
“Gee,” said Olivia shyly, “I don’t know, I’m not a model or anything.”
“Well, you’re beautiful enough to be one. I think you’d look very natural on camera. We’re shooting this weekend, won’t you come, please?”
Olivia hesitated. “Well, OK, I guess.”
“Awesome!” Claire took Olivia’s number and then, noticing that a line was forming at the register, excused herself and went back to work.
* * *
Late Thursday afternoon Annalise had just returned from her volunteer shift at the local food bank and sat down to watch some TV when there was a knock at the door. Her feet were tired and she had left the door unlocked, so she just said “It’s open,” wondering who might be calling on her; she wasn’t expecting anyone.
“She’s, um, she’s busy,” answered Olivia. “How are you?”
“I’m great!” chirped Claire. “I’m really glad you came in. I was just telling the manager about you. We’re getting ready to launch a new ad campaign for the shop – print and web ads, that sort of thing. I think you’d be just perfect for the photos.”
“Gee,” said Olivia shyly, “I don’t know, I’m not a model or anything.”
“Well, you’re beautiful enough to be one. I think you’d look very natural on camera. We’re shooting this weekend, won’t you come, please?”
Olivia hesitated. “Well, OK, I guess.”
“Awesome!” Claire took Olivia’s number and then, noticing that a line was forming at the register, excused herself and went back to work.
* * *
Late Thursday afternoon Annalise had just returned from her volunteer shift at the local food bank and sat down to watch some TV when there was a knock at the door. Her feet were tired and she had left the door unlocked, so she just said “It’s open,” wondering who might be calling on her; she wasn’t expecting anyone.
The door swung open, and in walked Lexi and Adriana, both in their cheerleader uniforms. “Oh, hi,” said Annalise, coloring slightly as she remembered everything that had happened the last time the three of them were together.
“Hi there,” answered Lexi, her mouth curling into a smile seemingly of its own accord, as if she were hiding a delicious secret – which, in fact, she was.
“Hi there,” answered Lexi, her mouth curling into a smile seemingly of its own accord, as if she were hiding a delicious secret – which, in fact, she was.
The two cheeleaders strolled over and sat down on the couch next to Annalise, Lexi on her left, Ana on her right. They sat very close and Annalise could feel their heat and smell their scent, making the juice start to flow between her legs. But for a few minutes the three of them just sat watching a stupid TV show about so-called “real housewives.”
A commercial came on, and as if just looking for something to do, Lexi took hold of Annalise’s hand and placed it on her knee, which was demurely covered by her uniform skirt. Lexi then guided Annalise’s hand up her thigh and onto her pelvis – it was soft, soft, soft, then suddenly hard. Surprised, Annalise looked down at Lexi’s crotch, from which a visible bulge protruded. Grinning, Lexi lifted her skirt to reveal a long, thick, light blue strap-on.
Ana, meanwhile, had taken Annalise’s other hand and placed it on her naked knee, then run it up underneath her skirt until it rested on the plastic shaft protruding from between her legs. Ana too lifted her skirt, and Annalise saw that her strap-on was identical but pink instead of blue.
Annalise gulped; here she was with a cheerleader on either side and a big imitation cock in either hand. She hadn’t been properly fucked in ages and the trickle between her legs was turning into a gushing fountain. She slowly stroked each shaft, feeling excited but confused, unable to make up her mind what to do next. Fortunately Lexi solved that problem, putting her hand on the back of Annalise’s head and guiding it down into her lap.
Annalise licked up and down the shaft, then parted her lips to take the head into her mouth. Holding the back of Annalise’s head, Lexi raised her hips to drive more of the dildo in, taking it just to the point where Annalise started to gag. Annalise lifted her head and looked up at Lexi with big round eyes, docile and submissive. Now Ana reached over and pulled Annalise’s head into her own crotch. Annalise happily played along, licking and sucking the pink strap-on as Ana growled, “That’s right, bitch, take it all.”
Lexi, meanwhile, was rubbing Annalise’s pussy through her jeans with one hand as the other hand reached into the bag she had brought with her and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. She gently held Annalise’s hands behind her back as she cuffed them, then pulled off Annalise’s jeans and panties.
Lexi repositioned Annalise so that she was on her knees in front of the couch, lips still wrapped around Ana’s shaft. With one hand Lexi gripped her own strap-on and teased Annalise’s pussy lips with the head. The other hand reached under Ana’s harness and penetrated her with a satisfying squish.
When Lexi slid into Annalise the older woman let out a long, slow, helpless moan. Lexi could tell this was something she’d been needing for a long time. Lexi fucked Annalise for awhile, then the cheerleaders switched places, Lexi pounding into Annalise’s mouth as Ana punished her pussy.
When Ana and Lexi traded places again, Ana pulled off her dildo and spread her legs so Annalise could lick her pussy. Annalise was in a frenzy now, howling in pleasure as Lexi penetrated her, stabbing her tongue up into Ana’s cunt. Then she had a tremendous orgasm and lay still, resting her head on Ana’s powerful thigh.
But the cheerleaders weren’t done with her yet. As soon as Annalise was able to walk – though somewhat unsteadily, leaning on Lexi for support – they led her to the bedroom. There they uncuffed her, laid her face-up on the bed, and tied her wrists and ankles to the bedposts. Annalise looked up with glassy eyes as Lexi removed her strap-on and Ana put hers back on; soon Ana was putting every ounce of her considerable strength into fucking the older woman senseless as Lexi sat on her face.
When the cheerleaders finally left an hour later, Annalise was sprawled on the bed, hands free but ankles still tied, looking limp, sweaty, and thoroughly satisfied.
Annalise licked up and down the shaft, then parted her lips to take the head into her mouth. Holding the back of Annalise’s head, Lexi raised her hips to drive more of the dildo in, taking it just to the point where Annalise started to gag. Annalise lifted her head and looked up at Lexi with big round eyes, docile and submissive. Now Ana reached over and pulled Annalise’s head into her own crotch. Annalise happily played along, licking and sucking the pink strap-on as Ana growled, “That’s right, bitch, take it all.”
Lexi, meanwhile, was rubbing Annalise’s pussy through her jeans with one hand as the other hand reached into the bag she had brought with her and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. She gently held Annalise’s hands behind her back as she cuffed them, then pulled off Annalise’s jeans and panties.
Lexi repositioned Annalise so that she was on her knees in front of the couch, lips still wrapped around Ana’s shaft. With one hand Lexi gripped her own strap-on and teased Annalise’s pussy lips with the head. The other hand reached under Ana’s harness and penetrated her with a satisfying squish.
When Lexi slid into Annalise the older woman let out a long, slow, helpless moan. Lexi could tell this was something she’d been needing for a long time. Lexi fucked Annalise for awhile, then the cheerleaders switched places, Lexi pounding into Annalise’s mouth as Ana punished her pussy.
When Ana and Lexi traded places again, Ana pulled off her dildo and spread her legs so Annalise could lick her pussy. Annalise was in a frenzy now, howling in pleasure as Lexi penetrated her, stabbing her tongue up into Ana’s cunt. Then she had a tremendous orgasm and lay still, resting her head on Ana’s powerful thigh.
But the cheerleaders weren’t done with her yet. As soon as Annalise was able to walk – though somewhat unsteadily, leaning on Lexi for support – they led her to the bedroom. There they uncuffed her, laid her face-up on the bed, and tied her wrists and ankles to the bedposts. Annalise looked up with glassy eyes as Lexi removed her strap-on and Ana put hers back on; soon Ana was putting every ounce of her considerable strength into fucking the older woman senseless as Lexi sat on her face.
When the cheerleaders finally left an hour later, Annalise was sprawled on the bed, hands free but ankles still tied, looking limp, sweaty, and thoroughly satisfied.
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 69
As she watched Annalise’s face disappear underneath Ana’s ample derriere, Lexi was struck with a brilliant idea. Returning to the kitchen, she found Annalise’s purse and searched through it until she found the wallet. Riffling through the credit cards, Lexi selected a Platinum Visa card and repaired to her computer, where she called up an adult website and started shopping.
As the sound of soft moans drifted in from the bedroom, Lexi picked out a couple of strap-ons, handcuffs, leather restraints, nipple clamps, a riding crop, a fur-lined paddle, and a few other things that caught her eye. Because Annalise was her neighbor, she knew the billing address; she put in her own house as the shipping address and, since it wasn’t her money, went ahead and sprang for the expedited shipping.
That meant the goodies would arrive on Thursday. In the meantime Lexi went back to the bedroom, where Ana had spun around and was now on top of Annalise in 69 position. She watched Ana’s thick tongue explore Annalise’s pussy, forcing the lips apart and probing inside, then approached the bed and knelt down to help.
* * *
Wendesday Kat decided that she wanted to share her new prize with Jessica, so she told Sara to wait for her at school until after practice, and then she, Kelly Ann, and the teacher walked together to Jessica’s house. Unbeknownst to Kat, festivities had been underway there all afternoon; Jessica had been in a particularly decadent mood that day, made a few phone calls, and found that many of the local housewives were available and in the mood.
It was Jessica herself, taking a break from the action and dressed in a bathrobe, who answered the door. She graciously invited them in, taking note of the new face – brown hair, glasses, thirtyish, cute – and immediately her well-used pussy begin to moisten again.
The scene that greeted Kat, Kelly, and Sara when they entered the main house was something to behold. Marie was naked on a recliner, body tensed so that her pelvis and chest were both lifted; Jane knelt in front of her, face buried in Marie’s pussy. Jane, in turn, was being fucked from behind by Janice, whose face was knitted in concentration, forehead glistening with sweat, breasts bobbing gently as she gave Jane the business. On the couch Ella and Serena were 69ing stretched out on their sides; as they were both blond and long, the effect was almost like watching twins go at it, except that Serena had shorter hair and was more muscular.
Out by the pool, Samantha Bowman was on her back on a deck chair, legs planted and pussy raised in the air. She was being forcefully tongue-fucked by Betty Ann Collins, who was kneeling on the concrete. As they watched Betty Ann reached one hand behind her, pulled the crotch of her bikini bottom aside, and used one hand to stroke her red-haired cunt.
Though Sara Valentine had met Samantha and Betty Ann at school, she didn’t recognize them from this angle; but the cheerleaders certainly did, and both immediately turned bright red. Despite everything, it seemed, they were still capable of being embarrassed by their mothers.
Kat was thrown enough that she forgot to introduce Sara to Jessica, so Jessica did it herself, and promptly took Sara by the hand and led her away. This left the two cheerleaders on their own. Kelly walked over to the recliner and leaned down to kiss Marie and suck her tits. Kat sat down on the couch next to Ella and Serena, initially just watching, entranced by their beauty and sensuality. But after a few minutes Ella lifted her head and leaned over to kiss Kat with lips tasting of Serena’s pussy. Soon Kat was naked and writhing in the embrace of the two blondes; meanwhile Kelly had climbed onto the recliner to lower her crotch onto Marie’s face.
In the bedroom, Jessica had quickly stripped Sara, dropping her blouse, bra, skirt, and panties into a pile on the floor. She pulled the teacher to her and kissed her hard, groping her everywhere, squeezing her tits, pinching her nipples, and sliding a hand between her thighs. Abruptly Jessica spun Sara 180 degrees and pulled her hands together behind her back; removing the belt from her robe, Jessica used it to tie Sara’s hands together, letting the robe fall open. Spinning Sara back around, Jessica guided her to her knees and tilted her head upward, feeding her one breast, then the other. A minute later Sara found her face covered with Jessica’s wet pussy, which she serviced without hesitation.
* * *
A while later Kat disengaged herself from Ella and Serena. After having three increasingly powerful climaxes, she wasn’t sure she could take another one. She was curious how Sara was getting on, so she wandered through the house until she heard moaning coming from one of the bedrooms.
Easing quietly into the doorway, Kat saw Sara sprawled out on a bed with her butt in the air as Jessica plowed her from behind. Her hands were tied behind her back and she was ball-gagged, her head pressed against the bed. Her face was toward the door but her eyes were closed; her back was arched as she angled her hips to meet Jessica’s thrusts.
When Jessica grabbed a handful of Sara’s hair and drove the strap-on home forcefully, Sara’s eyes flew open and looked straight at Kat, the white visible on all sides of the pupils, radiating a mixture of fear and excitement. A shiver of jealousy ran through Kat and just for a moment she regretted having brought Sara here. People fell under Jessica’s spell so easily; Kat felt, suddenly, like an outsider in this scene.
Just then Jessica’s eyes met hers, and within seconds Kat had shaken off her mood and felt the familiar tingle between her legs. Climbing onto the bed, Kat leaned back against the headboard, spread her legs wide, and reached down to remove the teacher’s gag.
.
As the sound of soft moans drifted in from the bedroom, Lexi picked out a couple of strap-ons, handcuffs, leather restraints, nipple clamps, a riding crop, a fur-lined paddle, and a few other things that caught her eye. Because Annalise was her neighbor, she knew the billing address; she put in her own house as the shipping address and, since it wasn’t her money, went ahead and sprang for the expedited shipping.
That meant the goodies would arrive on Thursday. In the meantime Lexi went back to the bedroom, where Ana had spun around and was now on top of Annalise in 69 position. She watched Ana’s thick tongue explore Annalise’s pussy, forcing the lips apart and probing inside, then approached the bed and knelt down to help.
* * *
Wendesday Kat decided that she wanted to share her new prize with Jessica, so she told Sara to wait for her at school until after practice, and then she, Kelly Ann, and the teacher walked together to Jessica’s house. Unbeknownst to Kat, festivities had been underway there all afternoon; Jessica had been in a particularly decadent mood that day, made a few phone calls, and found that many of the local housewives were available and in the mood.
It was Jessica herself, taking a break from the action and dressed in a bathrobe, who answered the door. She graciously invited them in, taking note of the new face – brown hair, glasses, thirtyish, cute – and immediately her well-used pussy begin to moisten again.
The scene that greeted Kat, Kelly, and Sara when they entered the main house was something to behold. Marie was naked on a recliner, body tensed so that her pelvis and chest were both lifted; Jane knelt in front of her, face buried in Marie’s pussy. Jane, in turn, was being fucked from behind by Janice, whose face was knitted in concentration, forehead glistening with sweat, breasts bobbing gently as she gave Jane the business. On the couch Ella and Serena were 69ing stretched out on their sides; as they were both blond and long, the effect was almost like watching twins go at it, except that Serena had shorter hair and was more muscular.
Out by the pool, Samantha Bowman was on her back on a deck chair, legs planted and pussy raised in the air. She was being forcefully tongue-fucked by Betty Ann Collins, who was kneeling on the concrete. As they watched Betty Ann reached one hand behind her, pulled the crotch of her bikini bottom aside, and used one hand to stroke her red-haired cunt.
Though Sara Valentine had met Samantha and Betty Ann at school, she didn’t recognize them from this angle; but the cheerleaders certainly did, and both immediately turned bright red. Despite everything, it seemed, they were still capable of being embarrassed by their mothers.
Kat was thrown enough that she forgot to introduce Sara to Jessica, so Jessica did it herself, and promptly took Sara by the hand and led her away. This left the two cheerleaders on their own. Kelly walked over to the recliner and leaned down to kiss Marie and suck her tits. Kat sat down on the couch next to Ella and Serena, initially just watching, entranced by their beauty and sensuality. But after a few minutes Ella lifted her head and leaned over to kiss Kat with lips tasting of Serena’s pussy. Soon Kat was naked and writhing in the embrace of the two blondes; meanwhile Kelly had climbed onto the recliner to lower her crotch onto Marie’s face.
In the bedroom, Jessica had quickly stripped Sara, dropping her blouse, bra, skirt, and panties into a pile on the floor. She pulled the teacher to her and kissed her hard, groping her everywhere, squeezing her tits, pinching her nipples, and sliding a hand between her thighs. Abruptly Jessica spun Sara 180 degrees and pulled her hands together behind her back; removing the belt from her robe, Jessica used it to tie Sara’s hands together, letting the robe fall open. Spinning Sara back around, Jessica guided her to her knees and tilted her head upward, feeding her one breast, then the other. A minute later Sara found her face covered with Jessica’s wet pussy, which she serviced without hesitation.
* * *
A while later Kat disengaged herself from Ella and Serena. After having three increasingly powerful climaxes, she wasn’t sure she could take another one. She was curious how Sara was getting on, so she wandered through the house until she heard moaning coming from one of the bedrooms.
Easing quietly into the doorway, Kat saw Sara sprawled out on a bed with her butt in the air as Jessica plowed her from behind. Her hands were tied behind her back and she was ball-gagged, her head pressed against the bed. Her face was toward the door but her eyes were closed; her back was arched as she angled her hips to meet Jessica’s thrusts.
When Jessica grabbed a handful of Sara’s hair and drove the strap-on home forcefully, Sara’s eyes flew open and looked straight at Kat, the white visible on all sides of the pupils, radiating a mixture of fear and excitement. A shiver of jealousy ran through Kat and just for a moment she regretted having brought Sara here. People fell under Jessica’s spell so easily; Kat felt, suddenly, like an outsider in this scene.
Just then Jessica’s eyes met hers, and within seconds Kat had shaken off her mood and felt the familiar tingle between her legs. Climbing onto the bed, Kat leaned back against the headboard, spread her legs wide, and reached down to remove the teacher’s gag.
.
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