Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 75

Inside, Claire and Olivia changed into bras and panties as Tara set up her camera in the living room. Olivia was flabbergasted by the size of the house; the walk-in closet they changed in was bigger than her parents’ bedroom. This time Claire favored her with a kiss on the back of the neck before they rejoined Tara, who photographed them lounging around on the couches, watching TV, listening to music, and reading. 

Then they changed outfits and Tara took some shots in the kitchen as they made spaghetti. Olivia was dazzled by the kitchen; it was bigger than the whole first floor of her house, and loaded with gleaming, state-of-the-art appliances. She began to be very curious about who loved here.

After a while Tara had Claire take her top off and stand facing the stove as Olivia stood next to her, reaching down into the pot to sample a strand of spaghetti. It was a highly erotically charged moment, especially when Olivia gazed down at Claire’s ripe, rounded tits, the nipples standing up tall and proud. Looking up, she met Tara’s eyes, and the older woman gave her a knowing smile. Then Tara leaned back down to the camera and snapped off a few shots, licking her lips with satisfaction, obviously delighted at the results she was getting.

When the spaghetti was done they decided to sit down and eat, Claire still topless. As she was taking her last bite a big dollop of tomato sauce fell off her fork and landed on her right nipple. She and Tara exchanged a glance, and moving quickly Tara retrieved her camera and recorded the moment for posterity. Smiling, staring straight at the camera, Claire lifted her own breast with one hand and slowly licked it clean.

For a second Olivia thought she was going to faint; Oh my God that is so fucking hot, she thought. She had already been horny and now she felt like she had a temperature of about 110. Tara looked up from the camera and swallowed audibly. “OK,” she said. “Let’s move to the bedroom.”

On the way Claire and Olivia visited the closet for another costume change, and this time Olivia yielded to the impulse to lean down and suck Claire’s rock-hard nipples. Again Claire didn’t resist but didn’t succumb, instead slipping into black lace panties and bra as she handed Olivia an identical white outfit.

The master bedroom was cavernous, dominated by a canopy bed that looked like something out of 1001 Arabian Nights. Tara arranged the two girls in a state of artful repose on the bed and took a few shots. Then she began moving them around with verbal commands. For a while she had them lay on opposite sides of the bed, which was almost like being in two different time zones. Olivia looked over at Claire; she was achingly lovely, her skin glowing in the soft light, her red mane spilling across her back. In her mind’s eye Olivia saw Claire spread her legs, pull the crotch of her panties aside, and slide an index finger into her gushing-wet pussy.

“Move closer,” Tara instructed. The girls scooted over a little and Tara clicked a few shots. “Closer.” Click, click, click. “Closer.”

Now they were pressed against each other, spooning. Olivia could feel Claire’s nipples pressing against her back. She was breathing heavily, her own nipples painfully hard against the bra, juice flowing freely between her legs. Claire kissed her on the shoulder and she moaned; a few seconds later Claire had rolled her onto her back and Olivia felt Claire’s lips on hers, Claire’s tongue pushing into her mouth.

As Claire licked down Olivia’s neck and began to suck her nipples through the bra, Olivia was dimly aware, somewhere in the back of her mind, that Tara was still taking pictures. In the moment, it felt perfectly normal and natural. She may not have been thinking entirely rationally, or indeed thinking at all. One of Claire’s hands slid up her inner thigh and cupped her crotch, and she felt a moan rumble through her throat that sounded like it was coming from someone else, somewhere far away.

Claire licked her way down Olivia’s stomach and across her hipbones and thighs. Arching her back, Olivia felt Claire’s tongue pressing into her pussy through the thin fabric of her panties; then Claire moved the fabric out of the way and Olivia felt herself being penetrated.

Looking up, Olivia could vaguely make out, as if through a haze, the shape of Tara, operating the camera with one hand as the other hand moved around inside her pants. Then Claire’s tongue brushed the tip of Olivia’s clit and from that moment on the rest of the world disappeared. Olivia cried out, gripping Claire’s head with both hands and grinding against her.

Slowly, by degrees, without ever stopping her work on Olivia, Claire shifted position so that she was on top of Olivia in 69 position. Following Claire’s example, Olivia first kissed and licked her through the black lace, then rearranged her panties to get a taste of the real thing. Intoxicated by the heady flavor, Olivia closed her eyes and feasted joyfully on Claire’s soft flesh and the nectar flowing from it.

A few minutes later, Olivia sensed something moving near her, and opened her eyes to see Tara, camera in hand, taking close-ups of her tongue-fucking Claire. A flash went through Olivia’s mind – this image on the internet, and what that would do to her life – and something in her imploring look must have gotten through to Tara, who smiled gently and put the camera down. Tara leaned forward to kiss Olivia, sucking her lips and tongue, tasting Claire on her. Then, releasing Olivia, Tara ran her tongue across Claire’s slit, and a powerful shudder ran down the length of the redhead’s body.

Now Tara stood and stripped slowly as both girls watched patiently. She was taut, elegant, slim with an almost boyish quality — but hers was unquestionably a woman’s body. Her nipples were not wide but very long, and her black pubic hair was wispy and delicate. Tara climbed onto the bed and spread herself out full-length, gazing sweetly into Olivia’s eyes, and without a word being spoken Olivia knew what she needed to do.

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Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 74

Claire picked Olivia up in a beautiful black BMW convertible that clearly didn’t belong to her, but she looked very comfortable in it, singing along with the music that was blasting from the stereo. Olivia felt like a star being called for in such a vehicle, and sashayed down the front steps with a swing in her step. But she was glad her parents weren’t home; they would have asked questions that Olivia didn’t want to answer.

 

Really, though, the decadent lesbian life that she had been leading was probably so far beyond her folks’ comprehension that they would never suspect what she was really up to. Sometimes she hardly believed it herself. Many people in their town would have called it sinful, but it agreed with her; she was in the best shape of her life, she slept like a baby every night, and her grades had even gone up. Apparently a steady diet of pussy was good for her physical and mental health. 

 

And here she was in a magnificent automobile with a gorgeous redhead on a glorious autumn day. It was sunny but crisp, and by the time Claire got them out onto the highway — where she seemed oblivious to any concept of speed limits — Olivia was getting pretty cold. But she wasn’t going to complain; instead she focused on the sensation of freedom conjured by the wind rushing through her hair, and the possibilities awaiting in the day ahead.

They drove west of town into the countryside, and about 20 minutes later turned into a tree-lined driveway and pulled up beside a palatial estate. Claire took Olivia by the hand and led her past the main house to the swimming pool, where a photographer was setting up equipment.

 

Claire introduced Olivia to the photographer, whose name was Tara. She was tall and slender with dark eyes, dark hair pulled back in a ponytail, and dark olive skin. Olivia found her quite striking, and in fact she was a model herself; but now that she was pushing 40, she had started to branch out into other things.

 

Next Claire took Olivia to the poolhouse, where they changed into swimsuits. When she caught a glimpse of Claire’s lovely red bush Olivia’s heart skipped a beat, but Claire was all business, and before long they were standing poolside — Olivia in a skimpy string bikini, Claire in a more conservative two-piece.

 

At first Olivia felt nervous being so exposed in front of Tara; she was also a little chilly, and her nipples quickly became rock-hard. But Tara was professional and efficient, moving the two girls through a series of poses as she snapped away. After awhile they took a break and changed into new suits; this time Olivia got the one-piece, and Claire slipped into a bikini that made the one Olivia had been wearing look modest.

 

Olivia took the opportunity to give Claire a kiss and a squeeze on the rear end. Claire didn’t resist but didn’t reciprocate, either; instead she took Olivia by the arm and steered her toward the door. Smiling, she chided, “Come on, you. There’ll be plenty of time for all that later.”

 

After shooting them in a few poses separately, Tara had Claire lay down on a lounge chair and Olivia snuggle in between her legs. It was nice to feel Claire’s warmth next to her, and Olivia rested her head back against the redhead’s shoulder as Tara resumed clicking away. The wind had picked up and Olivia was getting goosepimply; her nipples were now painfully stiff, and she found herself imagining Tara’s warm mouth closing around one, then the other.

 

Olivia sighed and closed her eyes, nuzzling further into Claire’s neck as Tara continued to shoot, murmuring encouragingly. When she saw these pictures later, Olivia would be impressed at what a cute couple they made.

Suddenly Olivia was shaken from her reverie by the feeling of Claire’s hands reaching around to cup her boobs from behind. There was a click of the camera and Claire grinned wickedly; Olivia felt herself blushing, but wouldn’t have dreamed of asking Claire to move her hands. They felt too good.

 

Olivia nestled back into Claire’s embrace, ready to see where this was headed. But Tara was packing up her gear and soon the three of them headed toward the main house to take some indoor shots. Olivia was momentarily disappointed, but as she watched Claire’s polka-dotted caboose sway in front of her, she felt pretty sure that it would all be worth her while in the end.

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Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 73

Returning from the bedroom with the bag of toys Kat had stashed there, Kelly was pleased to find Sara Valentine enthusiastically servicing her cousin. Sally Ann was stretched out with her eyes closed, back arched and legs tensed, grinding her crotch into Sara’s face. Kelly waited and watched until she saw Sally stiffen, moan, and then relax; then she methodically went about setting up the tableau she had in mind.

When Kat and Jackie entered the house through the unlocked door a few minutes later, they were greeted by the sight of the two redheads, both naked, each bouncing up and down on a thick phallus. Sally was riding the strap-on harnessed to Sara’s pelvis while Kelly pleasured herself on the dildo protruding from the teacher’s face. The cousins were holding hands, eyes closed, breasts bobbing up and down rhythmically.

For a few minutes the new arrivals just hung back and watched. Jackie was suddenly very glad she hadn’t left town; how many chances did one get, really, to see something so beautiful? Then Kat took Jackie by the hand and pulled her forward. Leaned over toward Sally Ann, Kat took a nipple into her mouth and reached one hand down to rub Sally’s clit. Jackie did the same for Kelly. The redheads’ eyes flew open, they smiled broadly, and soon after they cried out as simultaneous orgasms rocked their young bodies.

When Kelly and Sally climbed off Sara, the English teacher saw Jackie for the first time. They knew each other, of course, and at first Sara felt a rush of fear at being found in this compromising position; then, realizing that Jackie’s very presence here compromised her as well, Sara relaxed somewhat. She felt her pussy flood even more as she imagined what might happen next.

Kat, likewise, was watching Jackie, wondering what she might do. All eyes were on the cheerleading coach as she stripped naked, climbed onto the couch, and slowly lowered her pussy onto Sara’s face. She had always thought the English teacher was cute but standoffish and a little stuck-up, and it brought her a great deal of satisfaction to have the chance to use Sara this way.

As the dildo penetrated her Jackie sucked in her breath and rocked her hips from side to side, gradually settling down into a more comfortable position. Kat, Kelly, and Sally watched with rapt attention as Jackie slowly leaned forward until she was able to take the strap-on coated with Sally’s juices into her mouth.

Sinking down onto her knees, Kat crawled forward for a better look, watching the face dildo move in and out of Jackie’s pussy and the strap-on move in and out of her mouth. With one hand Kat stroked Jackie’s clit, with the other she reached down and began to loosen the harness from around Sara’s waist. Pulling off the strap-on, Kat spread Sara’s legs wide and pushed Jackie’s face down between them. Jackie began to slurp away obediently as Kat fastened the strap-on onto herself.

Bringing the head of the dildo to Sara’s pussy lips, Kat began to slowly push inside as Jackie adjusted her position and started to lick and suck Sara’s clit. It wasn’t long before Sara’s body was vibrating with a tremendous orgasm, and that vibration translated itself to Jackie, who came violently, sighed loudly, and sat her head down on Sara’s thigh.

Pulling out of Sara, Kat turned to see Sally Ann on her knees, bent over with her ass in the air as she licked her cousin’s pussy. In such a short time Sally had transformed from a complete innocent into a depraved lesbian slut. Kat couldn’t resist sneaking up behind her and kneeling down, aiming the strap-on at Sally’s crotch as she and Kelly shared a knowing look. Kat plunged in forcefully; Sally was more than wet enough to take the whole thing, and she paused only for a moment – looking over her shoulder with a dreamy expression – before turning back and resuming her work on Kelly.

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Late that evening Olivia got a text from Claire saying, “Pick u up @ 10?” Olivia responded in the affirmative, then immediately began to have second thoughts. She was pretty happy with the way she looked — boys had always liked her, and apparently girls did too — but the idea of modeling made her nervous.

She stripped down to her bra and panties and spent some time examining herself in the full-length bathroom mirror. She couldn’t find anything to complain about, really. Maybe she was carrying an extra pound or two, but at one point she had been way too skinny, and she definitely looked better now. She took a deep breath and told herself, “You’re beautiful and they’re going to love you.” And for that moment, at least, she believed it.

Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 72

Friday morning Jessica decided to go to one of Serena’s regular, public yoga classes where people would have clothes on. This way, she figured, she could get in a complete workout that didn’t devolve into an orgy. Not that there was anything wrong with orgies, but she needed to get her exercise somehow.

Marie and Jane hadn’t wanted to attend, and Jessica had been perfectly happy to leave them behind. They had been sort of high-maintenance lately, Jessica thought as she sat in the studio waiting for class to begin.

Being who she was, Jessica amused herself during the wait by checking out the women in the class. (It was almost all women – there were only two men, both much older.) There were several nice specimens, but the one who really caught her eye was all the way at the other end of the studio. There were lots of people between them, so Jessica could only catch a glimpse here and there: dark brown hair, striking blue eyes, and smooth, gorgeous alabaster skin.

During the class Jessica continued to scrutinize the brown-haired woman as best she could without appearing to stare. She was tall – almost as tall as Jessica – and had a perfect body that was nicely displayed by her yoga clothes. Her breasts were full and ripe, as big as you’d want them for her body type; her waist was thin and tapered; her butt and legs were toned and contoured. By the time the class was over, Jessica had made up her mind: Somehow or other, she would have this woman.

When the class had filed out Jessica approached Serena and inquired as to the identity of her target.

“Oh, that’s Tanya,” answered Serena. “Yes, she’s quite beautiful.” Serena’s eyes glittered; she knew exactly what was going on in Jessica’s mind. “Also quite religious, and quite married.”

Jessica smiled. “I like a challenge.”

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Arriving home that evening, Kelly found she had a surprise visitor: her cousin Sally Ann, who was sitting in the kitchen chatting with Betty while the older woman prepared for a dinner party.

Kissing Sally on the cheek, Kelly sat down across from her and asked, “So what brings you to town, cuz?”

Sally looked down and answered quietly, “Oh, nothing really. Just bored, felt like getting out of town for awhile.”

But the color that flooded into Sally Ann’s cheeks and the look in her eyes told Kelly the real story: Sally had developed an appetite during her last visit, one she had been unable to satisfy at home. It took Kelly only a few seconds to figure out what to do. Taking her cousin by the hand, she said, “Let’s go for a walk.” A walk that just might happen to take them by Sara Valentine’s house.

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It was the end of a long and strange week for Sara, who was sitting on her back porch sipping a glass of red wine. The sun was just dipping below the horizon and she was starting to think about getting in out of the cold when she heard the doorbell ring. At first she ignored it, feeling tired and worried about what new degradation might await her. She had been careful to lock the door this time. But the bell rang again, then again, and finally Sara’s curiosity got the better of her.

Opening the door, the found Kelly Ann Collins accompanied by a girl who was virtually her twin, only a little shorter and a little wider, with big boobs that were well displayed by her tight sweater. Without waiting to be invited, Kelly entered, pulling the other redhead along by one hand.

“This is Ms. Valentine,” said Kelly to Sally. Then to Sara, she said, “This is my cousin Sally Ann.”

“Nice to meet you,” responded Sara, taking Sally’s hand and already feeling her pussy moisten at the possibilities this situation offered.

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Jackie London, meanwhile, had been packing again to go out of town, hoping once more to cure herself of her cheerleader addiction. She was almost ready to go when she got a text from Kat, inquiring what she was up to.

Next thing she knew, Jackie had picked Kat up in her SUV and they were on their way to Sara Valentine’s house. Kat had decided that she wanted to spend some quality time together with her two favorite teachers. And these days Kat usually got what she wanted.

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Kelly wasted no time leading Sally and Sara to the den, whereupon she whispered some instructions in Sara’s ear and left the room. Sara blushed bright red but did not hesitate to do as she had been told. Inviting Sally to have a seat, Sara matter-of-factly stripped off her blouse, skirt, bra, and panties, then sank to her knees. Crawling over to where the redhead sat, Sara helped Sally out of her jeans and pushed her legs apart, noting that her blue-striped white panties were already wet with seepage.

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.

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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.

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.