Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 79

Olivia tugged at the hem of her skirt as she climbed the stairs out of the museum. She had decided not to wait for Claire and Lexi — she really needed to pee, and anyway she sensed that Claire and Lexi might not be done with each other for awhile.

Halfway up she paused and looked back at the gigantic picture on the wall — a picture in which she appeared completely nude, engaged in graphic sexual activity with another female. From this perspective she noticed that her face was a little blurry; the focus was on Claire, who was gazing reverently into Olivia’s crotch while fingering her. It would be a little weird to walk around after this knowing the photo was there — but more than a little sexy, too.

As she neared the top of the steps she heard music in the distance, something bass-heavy and dancy. Feeling her pulse accelerate, she quickly found a bathroom, relieved herself, and went off in search of the source of the music. She wasn’t as high as she had been, but still pleasantly buzzed, and felt like dancing.

After climbing several sets of stairs, the music growing louder and louder, she finally found herself walking into what looked what a nightclub: a cavernous room, dimly lit but strobing with color, dancing bodies all around. One wall of the room was taken up by an enormous mirror that made the space look even bigger than it was — almost infinite.

Olivia moved in among the dancers and felt her body begin to move of its own volition. Looking around, she saw that she was surrounded by women of all ages, sizes, and colors. There were no men in the crowd as far as she could tell — one sharply dressed figure in a suit and hat turned out, upon further examination, to have prominent breasts and the softest-looking skin Olivia had ever laid eyes on.

After dancing nearby for a minute, Olivia decided that she simply had to touch that skin, see what it felt like. Working her way over behind the mystery woman, Olivia stared briefly at the back of her neck; her hair was swept up under the hat, revealing a soft and shapely nape. Olivia gently reached out and touched it; an electric shudder ran through her and the woman turned around, looking surprised at first, then favoring Olivia with a knowing smile.

The woman grabbed Olivia and pulled her close, and the two began to dance. Olivia didn’t have much formal dance training, but her partner led forcefully, whirling Olivia around the dance floor, dipping and spinning her. At one point as she hung upside-down, feeling a little dizzy from the twirling and the strobe light, Olivia caught sight of Mimi. She was sitting in one corner of the room in an enormous chair that to Olivia looked like a throne; on either side of her were small groups of women in slightly lower chairs.

One of the chairs was empty and at that moment it looked very appealing to Olivia. Between everything that had happened that day, being swung around and held upside-down, and whatever had been in those cookies, she was feeling unsteady on her feet. She whispered thanks into the ear of her dance partner and stood looking indecisively at the empty chair, wondering if it would be a faux pas to sit in it.

Suddenly there was a commotion on one side of the room. A tall blonde Amazon in a bikini was moving the crowd away as a crew of three other women in bikinis dragged a big blue mat into place and unfolded it. The music stopped and the Amazon began to speak in a booming voice.

“Welcome, everyone. Tonight’s first bout will feature Judy from the Jungle —” here she gestured to one of the ladies in bikinis, a short, stout brunette — “versus Penny Pretty.” A thin redhead with short hair, dressed in black lace bra and panties, waved her hand. “The match will begin in three minutes, so get your wagers down now.”

There was a murmur among the crowd and Olivia saw Mimi lean over to one of the women sitting next to her and gesture toward Judy from the Jungle. The other woman nodded and held up three fingers.

Judy and Penny moved to face each other in the center of the mat and when the three minutes had elapsed the Amazon (who was known to most at the party simply as Blondie) rang a bell. The two women grasped each other by the shoulders and began to grapple. Judy got Penny down very quickly and the outcome of the match was never really in doubt. Penny struggled valiantly but soon it was clear that Judy was just toying with her, stretching out the match for the entertainment of the crowd.

Holding Penny down with one hand and a knee, Judy reached down and pulled off Penny’s bra, then her panties, drawing bursts of applause and hoots from the audience. Rolling Penny over, Judy spanked her on the ass once, twice, three times, then turned her onto her back and pinned her.

Judy stood and clasped her hands over her head, drinking in the cheers of the crowd. Blondie approached and held one of Judy’s hands over her head to declare her the winner, then handed her a strap-on and helped her into the harness.

Judy turned to face Penny, who had risen to her knees, and put a hand on her head. Penny obediently began to lick the strap-on, running her tongue up the bottom and along the top, and kissed Judy on the abdomen before taking the plastic shaft into her mouth. Judy thrust her hips forward, driving the dildo deeper into Penny’s throat and drawing a round of fresh cheers.

After giving Penny a good face-fucking Judy bent her over and gestured to Blondie, who was holding a riding crop that she now handed to Judy. After whooshing the crop through the air a couple times, Judy brought it down hard on Penny’s ass, making a resounding “thwack” that echoed through the suddenly quiet room. Judy punished the other cheek, then alternated back and forth until Penny’s whole rear was crisscrossed with red marks. Only then did Judy get down onto one knee and guide the strap-on into Penny’s shaved pussy.

Judy forced the riding crop into Penny’s mouth and she bit down on it as Judy fucked her, slowly at first, then with increasing ferocity as the crowd shouted encouragement. Soon Penny was face-down on the floor, her breasts being mashed into the mat as Judy gripped her by the waist and pounded away. Penny’s face was twisted in a grimace of ecstasy and the riding crop fell from between her teeth as she began to pant visibly.

Mimi stood and walked to stand right in front of Penny, who lifted her head slightly to kiss Mimi’s black boots, then let out a primal moan as a tremendous orgasm ripped through her. Judy pulled out and left Penny in a sweaty heap on the mat; Blondie and another woman then lifted Penny and carried her over to a chair, where she sat back with a contented smile and a faraway look in her eyes.


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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.

Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 77

Claire and Olivia were sitting in the kitchen in bathrobes, drinking tea, when a tall Asian woman walked through the door. This got Olivia’s attention right away, because there weren’t many Asians in their area. This woman looked Japanese, whereas Olivia herself was of Chinese descent; she struck Olivia as extraordinarily beautiful, with high cheekbones and piercing dark eyes. Her bearing was imperious, almost haughty; this was definitely not someone to be trifled with.

The woman gave Olivia an appraising glance and said matter-of-factly, “Who’s this, Claire?”

“This is Olivia,” answered Claire. “The model I was telling you about.”

Olivia blushed; she didn’t think of herself as a model, and she certainly didn’t look like one at the moment, in this rumpled robe with her hair all mussed. Technically, though, she could call herself a model now, she guessed. Thinking of some of the revealing photos Tara had taken, she blushed even harder.

“Olivia, meet Mimi,” said Claire. “This is her house.”

Olivia nodded, unsure what to say. Mimi clasped her hand briefly in a friendly but businesslike way and said, “Charmed, I’m sure.” Turning to Claire she added, “Where’s Tara?”

“In the office uploading.” With that, Mimi turned on her heel and disappeared into the house, and Olivia heard Claire let out an audible breath. Their eyes met and a sympathetic look passed between them; Claire shrugged her shoulders and whispered, “She scares me a little bit.”

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A half-hour or so passed, and Olivia sat staring out the window as Claire did something or other on her phone. She was wondering if maybe she ought to get going, but she had nothing in particular to do, and in this kitchen looking out at the beautiful garden was a pleasant enough place to be. Even so, eventually she decided that she couldn’t just hang out forever, and she had just finished changing back into her own clothes when Tara appeared in the doorway.

“Hey Olivia,” said Tara. “Could you come with me for a minute?”

Olivia said sure, though for a moment she felt like she was being called to the principal’s office. But she hadn’t done anything wrong – or at least, nothing that had seemed wrong at the time.

Tara led her to the very opposite end of the house and up some stairs. Walking up the steps, idly watching Tara’s ass wiggle in her yoga pants, it suddenly occurred to Olivia that Tara must have shown Mimi the pictures from that day – all of them. The idea was horribly embarrassing – she felt the redness creeping back into her face – and at the same time more than a little exciting.

They found Mimi in a small, dim room dominated by two huge computer monitors. On one of them, Mimi was poring over some kind of spreadsheet; the other held an image of Claire and Olivia taken in the bedroom — a very sexy shot, but one where they still had their clothes on, Olivia noted with some relief.

Turning, Mimi asked Olivia to have a seat and gave her a thoughtful look. “I’m really, really pleased with the photos you guys took for the store. They’re better than I could have expected. I have a release here for you to sign” — she lifted one hand, which held a few sheets of stapled paper — “and then I’ll write you a check.”

Now Mimi rolled her chair over to the other computer and began pressing a button to scroll through the pictures, which gradually became racier; now Claire was sucking Olivia’s nipple through her bra, now she was licking her way down Olivia’s belly. “Now as for these other photos....” Mimi continued scrolling until she came to a shot of Olivia arching her back as Claire nuzzled into her crotch; then she turned to look at Olivia. “They’re extraordinary. Playful, with a certain innocence, yet highly erotic; every shot looks composed, yet spontaneous. I’ve never seen anything like them.”

“I would like to have these for my private collection,” Mimi continued. She reached for a slightly taller stack of papers and held it up. “I have a release here for that as well. These images would be exclusively for my own enjoyment, and that of my closest associates. They would never appear on the internet or be used for any commercial purpose, I give you my word of honor on that. And of course I would make it worth your while.

“However, if you would not be comfortable with that, I understand. In that case we will simply erase the images right now as you watch.” Here Mimi glanced back at the screen. “Though it would be a shame.” She handed Olivia the two releases and told her, “Read these, think about it. I have a few numbers to crunch.” With that she returned to her spreadsheet.

Olivia tried hard to read and to think, but it was not easy; her pussy was gushing from looking at the pictures, and from this whole situation, really. Her rational mind told her that letting the X-rated pictures of her get out into the world, under any conditions, would be a big mistake. But her emotions told her that to destroy something so beautiful would be a crime. 

If she’d stopped to think about it, it might have occurred to Olivia that her privacy had already been violated. But Mimi was so matter-of-fact about the whole thing that the thought never crossed her mind. And there was just something about Mimi that made a person want to do her bidding. 

Finally, Olivia spoke up. “I’ll sign.”

Mimi smiled, and something in her smile told Olivia that she had never doubted what Olivia’s answer would be. “Wonderful,” she said. When Olivia had signed both releases Mimi handed her a check and Olivia slipped it into her pocket without even looking at it. “By the way, I’m having a little party tonight, feel free to come by. Bring a friend. And on your way out, help yourself to anything in the closet that fits you.”

As Olivia stood Mimi nodded and winked, saying “Please do come tonight, I’d love to have the chance to get to know you better.” And again she returned to the spreadsheet.

Claire helped Olivia pick out a sleek cocktail dress and several sets of underwear, then drove her home. Olivia was halfway up her driveway before she remembered the check. Fishing it out of her pocket, she was surprised to see that it was for a thousand dollars. Not bad for a day’s work. For a moment then she was troubled – did this make her a whore? No, she told herself, not a whore – a model.

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Standing up on the bed, Olivia peeled off her bra, then her panties, and tossed them away onto the floor. Moving to loom directly over where Tara lay, for a moment she just stood there naked, feeling gloriously free; she was finally doing what she’d been wanting to do all day.

Slowly and gracefully, Olivia eased onto her knees with her crotch poised over Tara’s luscious mouth. Tara raised both hands to pull Olivia’s pussy lips apart and began to tongue her skillfully and energetically. Olivia’s body shook and her breasts bounced as Tara held her around the waist, tongue-fucking her with increasing fervor. Olivia’s moans, quiet at first, began to echo loudly through the room.

Claire, meanwhile, had moved down between Tara’s legs and gone to work there. Olivia braced herself against the bed and leaned forward as Claire tasted Tara’s delicious-looking cunt. Suddenly she was coming, spasming forcefully, a high-pitched yelp escaping from her throat. 

Afterwards Olivia’s whole body felt weak; she let herself sink down on top of Tara and spent a minute running her nose through the older woman’s soft, downy pubes. Then she stretched out her tongue and helped Claire push Tara over the brink.

Rolling off, Olivia found herself drifting into a pleasant twilight sleep. When she opened her eyes again, she saw Tara standing beside the bed holding the camera and wearing a strap-on. Claire was on her knees, sucking the plastic cock as she looked up into the camera. When she had gotten a half-dozen or so shots Tara put the camera down, turned Claire around so her chest was on the bed, and took her from behind.

Olivia saw Claire’s mouth contort into an “O,” her hands gripping the sheets, sweat beading on her forehead. For a time Olivia was content just to watch, and then she scooted closer and pushed her crotch into Claire’s face. Tara smiled, and Olivia saw her glance at the camera, then decide to let it go. Instead Tara wrapped her right arm around Claire’s right leg and pulled her farther open, driving the dildo in deeper. Claire grunted and before long she climaxed intensely, panting helplessly into Olivia’s crotch.

Tara looked up at Olivia, grinning like a wolf. Pulling out of the sprawled-out Claire, Tara stood, took one big step forward, and sunk the strap-on deep into Olivia’s mouth. Taken by surprise, Olivia gagged a bit, but soon adjusted and was even able to take down another inch, bringing her lips almost against Tara’s pelvis. Olivia gazed up doe-eyed as Tara fucked her mouth, then abruptly threw her forward across the Claire’s prone form.

Lithe and catlike in her movements, Tara scampered over behind Olivia, gripped her tightly, and plunged into her. With a few quick, decisive thrusts she brought Olivia right to the edge of orgasm; the Asian girl’s eyes began to roll back in her head. But just at the crucial moment Tara held back, letting Olivia dangle right on the precipice.

Groaning with frustration, Olivia reached down to try to finish herself, but Tara caught her hand and pinned it behind her. The other one soon joined it; then Tara held both of Olivia’s wrists with one hand and continued fucking her – but this time slowly, with long in and out strokes. Speeding up a little, she again brought Olivia right to the point of climax, again denied her. Muttering, almost inaudibly, something that might have been “Goddamnit,” Olivia struggled to escape Tara’s grip, but fruitlessly; Tara had all the leverage and her thin arm was surprisingly strong. And truth be told, Olivia didn’t really want to get away; both of them knew that.

Giving up the effort, Olivia let her head fall, and felt something soft tickling her cheek. Claire’s pubic hair. Her head was resting right on the redhead’s pelvis, so just to give herself something to do, Olivia stretched out her neck, nuzzled into Claire’s crotch, and began to lap away gently. Claire moaned quietly and let her legs fall open; she looked half-conscious, at best.

Using her free hand to give Olivia a solid whack on the butt, Tara once again began moving the strap-on back and forth in Olivia’s pussy, as slowly as she possibly could. Gradually she let the speed build up, and just as Olivia got close again, Tara stroked her clit and she exploded – thrashing, screaming, calling for Jesus – then lay still.

As Olivia lay there looking angelic, eyes closed and smiling dreamily, Tara found the camera and took one last shot – a beautiful portrait, just of her face.

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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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