Dear Readers,
The good news is, I am very busy at the moment with a new project I’m excited about. The bad news is, this won’t leave much time for writing dirty stories in the near future.
So, I am inviting readers to submit stories they have written using the characters from “Housewives and Cheerleaders.” (You can add your own characters too, but try to stay consistent with the universe of the stories.) I can’t give much in the way of prizes, but I would like to offer an Amazon gift card of $25 to anyone whose story I publish.
Thanks for reading, and I look forward to hearing from you.
Thanks,
AL
(The email address is adonlibere and the domain is gmail.com)
Friday, March 14, 2014
Thursday, March 6, 2014
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 84
That Sunday was the coldest day of the season so far, and Jessica stayed in bed late into the morning, keeping herself warm with Marie on one side and Jane on the other. When she finally rose, she found an email from Serena, who had decided to open the yoga studio (normally closed on Sundays) for an “exclusive hot yoga session.”
This perked Jessica right up; she simply could not imagine a better way to spend the afternoon. After a leisurely breakfast she, Marie, and Jane arrived at the studio just after noon to find it filled with familiar faces and beautiful bodies. Serena was there, of course, as were Janice, Ella, Betty, and Samantha. The cheerleaders were represented by Kat, Kelly, and Ana; Olivia and Lexi were still sleeping off the previous night’s revels. Kat had brought along Sara Valentine, who smiled shyly at Jessica, remembering what had happened between them the last time.
Serena had the heat in the studio cranked up into the high 70s, so no one hesitated to follow her example when she removed all her clothes before beginning the class. She set up at the back of the studio; over her head was a large, round window looking out over a hillside. Opposite her was the door leading to the lobby, while the other two walls were covered with mirrors.
As Serena led them through some warmups, the sun was just beginning to peek through the corner of the window behind her, creating a dazzling prism effect that tinted the various corners of the room in different colors. They started going through the various poses, moving quietly, calmly, in unison. Despite the fact that the room was filled with nude women, most of whom had been intimate with one another at some time, the hour proceeded pretty much like any regular yoga class – except about a hundred times better.
For a long while Jessica felt like she was in a trance, gazing into the mirrors at the rows of glorious, sweat-glistening bodies. Heaven must be very much like this, she thought, as her eyes roamed the room fixing on a nipple here, a thigh there, Ana’s plump lips, Serena’s perfect shoulders.
When they were laying in shivasana, Jessica stretched out her arms and legs as far as she could, and when she felt the slightest touch of bare skin on each side, it was like a series of electric shocks ran through her. Afterward everyone murmured “Namaste” and a couple of the ladies had begun to move toward the door when Jessica called them back. Ever since she’d started going to yoga she’d been intrigued by the possibilities of the setting and equipment; and she knew she’d never have a better chance to explore them.
To begin with she paired everyone off. She took Sara as her own partner and matched Serena with Ana, Betty with Jane, Samantha with Marie, Ella with Kelly, and Jackie with Kat. Then she took Sara to the front of the room and began to demonstrate the moves she had in mind.
First Jessica bent Sara over and used a strap to bind her hands behind her back; the other pairs followed suit. Jessica then threaded a second strap around Sara’s butt, across her abdomen, and between her legs. Gradually, Jessica used the strap to pull Sara’s legs apart from behind, exposing her puckered slit to full view. A minute later, Ana, Jane, Marie, Janice, and Jackie were similarly bound and opened. For good measure, Jessica landed a good hard smack on each of Sara’s ass cheeks; a series of responding whacks sounded from around the room as the others followed suit.
Walking over to the corner of the room, Jessica picked up the bag full of strap-ons that she’d had the foresight to bring along and began to distribute them. There was a brief pause in the action as Ella, Betty, Samantha, Kelly, and Kat equipped themselves. Then Jessica planted herself in front of Sara, lifted Sara’s head with one hand, and eased into her mouth. Gulping sounds were audible all around the room as five more waiting mouths were filled.
Now Jessica moved behind Sara and lowered herself gently down until she was sitting on Sara’s lower back. Sara felt a soft, pleasant opening of the muscles there, and also felt the delightful tickle of Jessica’s wet pussy against her skin. This caused Sara to relax even further, and her legs to fall open a little bit more, so that when Jessica stood and turned, she was presented with a gaping pink hole just begging to be fucked.
Jessica was happy to oblige, pushing in inch by inch, one supportive hand on Sara’s shoulder. With the other hand Jessica grasped for another strap, looping it around Sara’s chest and using it to pull her up further, arching and stretching her back. Sara’s mouth fell open and she began to pant as Jessica thrust in and out of her. The same scene repeated itself around the room, the chorus of moans slowly building to a peak. When Jessica reached down to stroke Sara’s clit several times, she cut loose with a great, uninhibited yowl that was soon echoed from all around.
Happening to glance out the window at this moment, Jessica could have sworn she saw a figure moving on the hillside. But when she focused and tried to find it again, she didn’t see anything. Must be my imagination, she thought.
Afterward some of the ladies wanted to exchange roles, and it occurred to Jessica that it might be nice to get fucked. It had been awhile, and suddenly she felt like it might be just what she needed. Looking around she decided that Serena, with her sturdy frame, was the one who could do it right, so she arranged to trade partners with Ana. Handing her own strap-on over to Ana, who gazed hungrily at Sara, Jessica had Serena lie face-up on the mat and helped her to harness up.
Straddling Serena, Jessica took the jutting pink phallus in one hand and eased herself down onto it. Holding onto Serena’s mountainous tits for support, Jessica began to rock back and forth, slowly at first, then with increasing fervor. Ana, meanwhile, had bent Sara over, bound her hands, and plunged into her mercilessly, prompting a protracted moan that drew the attention of everyone in the room.
Sitting up straight, Jessica lifted both hands into the air as if in a sun salutation, then brought them down again, massaging her nipples with one, bringing the other to her mouth. The time of day was such that the sun caught the left side of her body perfectly, lighting it up with a golden glow.
“Harder,” growled Jessica, grinding down harder on the cock, challenging Serena to apply every ounce of her strength in response. What followed was an epic fuck, Serena using all the force of her well-toned hips, legs, and glutes to drive up into Jessica, who held on for dear life like a cowboy on a bull. At last Jessica let out a shrill, high-toned wail – a sound no one in the room had heard come out of her before – as spasms of pleasure wracked her body.
Jessica relaxed and fell back slightly, but a pair of hands caught her from behind. It was Kat, who had suddenly been struck by an idea that she couldn’t resist. Moving quickly, she wrapped a yoga strap around Jessica’s head to blindfold her. Jessica was slow to react, still dazed from the orgasm; next thing she knew her hands were tied behind her back with another strap.
Taking Jessica by the hips, Kat rolled her over onto her hands and knees. Jessica offered no resistance. Her usual strength had left her; she had surrendered herself completely to the moment. Dropping to her knees, Kat penetrated Jessica from behind; she gestured to Ana, who was standing by with a white strap-on dangling from her pelvis. Grinning, Ana stepped forward and pushed the dildo forcefully into Jessica’s mouth.
Over the next hour, everyone in the room fucked the bound Jessica in the pussy or mouth, and some in both. When the gathering finally broke up, Jessica was left a tired, sweaty, throughly sated heap on the floor. At last only Serena remained behind, along with Marie and Jane, who released their mistress from her bonds and helped her to her feet.
Jessica smiled weakly as she began to dress, but by the time she was fully clothed again, she had recovered a large measure of her dignity. Kissing Serena gently on the cheek, she left the studio in silence, flanked by her two servants.
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This perked Jessica right up; she simply could not imagine a better way to spend the afternoon. After a leisurely breakfast she, Marie, and Jane arrived at the studio just after noon to find it filled with familiar faces and beautiful bodies. Serena was there, of course, as were Janice, Ella, Betty, and Samantha. The cheerleaders were represented by Kat, Kelly, and Ana; Olivia and Lexi were still sleeping off the previous night’s revels. Kat had brought along Sara Valentine, who smiled shyly at Jessica, remembering what had happened between them the last time.
Serena had the heat in the studio cranked up into the high 70s, so no one hesitated to follow her example when she removed all her clothes before beginning the class. She set up at the back of the studio; over her head was a large, round window looking out over a hillside. Opposite her was the door leading to the lobby, while the other two walls were covered with mirrors.
As Serena led them through some warmups, the sun was just beginning to peek through the corner of the window behind her, creating a dazzling prism effect that tinted the various corners of the room in different colors. They started going through the various poses, moving quietly, calmly, in unison. Despite the fact that the room was filled with nude women, most of whom had been intimate with one another at some time, the hour proceeded pretty much like any regular yoga class – except about a hundred times better.
For a long while Jessica felt like she was in a trance, gazing into the mirrors at the rows of glorious, sweat-glistening bodies. Heaven must be very much like this, she thought, as her eyes roamed the room fixing on a nipple here, a thigh there, Ana’s plump lips, Serena’s perfect shoulders.
When they were laying in shivasana, Jessica stretched out her arms and legs as far as she could, and when she felt the slightest touch of bare skin on each side, it was like a series of electric shocks ran through her. Afterward everyone murmured “Namaste” and a couple of the ladies had begun to move toward the door when Jessica called them back. Ever since she’d started going to yoga she’d been intrigued by the possibilities of the setting and equipment; and she knew she’d never have a better chance to explore them.
To begin with she paired everyone off. She took Sara as her own partner and matched Serena with Ana, Betty with Jane, Samantha with Marie, Ella with Kelly, and Jackie with Kat. Then she took Sara to the front of the room and began to demonstrate the moves she had in mind.
First Jessica bent Sara over and used a strap to bind her hands behind her back; the other pairs followed suit. Jessica then threaded a second strap around Sara’s butt, across her abdomen, and between her legs. Gradually, Jessica used the strap to pull Sara’s legs apart from behind, exposing her puckered slit to full view. A minute later, Ana, Jane, Marie, Janice, and Jackie were similarly bound and opened. For good measure, Jessica landed a good hard smack on each of Sara’s ass cheeks; a series of responding whacks sounded from around the room as the others followed suit.
Walking over to the corner of the room, Jessica picked up the bag full of strap-ons that she’d had the foresight to bring along and began to distribute them. There was a brief pause in the action as Ella, Betty, Samantha, Kelly, and Kat equipped themselves. Then Jessica planted herself in front of Sara, lifted Sara’s head with one hand, and eased into her mouth. Gulping sounds were audible all around the room as five more waiting mouths were filled.
Now Jessica moved behind Sara and lowered herself gently down until she was sitting on Sara’s lower back. Sara felt a soft, pleasant opening of the muscles there, and also felt the delightful tickle of Jessica’s wet pussy against her skin. This caused Sara to relax even further, and her legs to fall open a little bit more, so that when Jessica stood and turned, she was presented with a gaping pink hole just begging to be fucked.
Jessica was happy to oblige, pushing in inch by inch, one supportive hand on Sara’s shoulder. With the other hand Jessica grasped for another strap, looping it around Sara’s chest and using it to pull her up further, arching and stretching her back. Sara’s mouth fell open and she began to pant as Jessica thrust in and out of her. The same scene repeated itself around the room, the chorus of moans slowly building to a peak. When Jessica reached down to stroke Sara’s clit several times, she cut loose with a great, uninhibited yowl that was soon echoed from all around.
Happening to glance out the window at this moment, Jessica could have sworn she saw a figure moving on the hillside. But when she focused and tried to find it again, she didn’t see anything. Must be my imagination, she thought.
Afterward some of the ladies wanted to exchange roles, and it occurred to Jessica that it might be nice to get fucked. It had been awhile, and suddenly she felt like it might be just what she needed. Looking around she decided that Serena, with her sturdy frame, was the one who could do it right, so she arranged to trade partners with Ana. Handing her own strap-on over to Ana, who gazed hungrily at Sara, Jessica had Serena lie face-up on the mat and helped her to harness up.
Straddling Serena, Jessica took the jutting pink phallus in one hand and eased herself down onto it. Holding onto Serena’s mountainous tits for support, Jessica began to rock back and forth, slowly at first, then with increasing fervor. Ana, meanwhile, had bent Sara over, bound her hands, and plunged into her mercilessly, prompting a protracted moan that drew the attention of everyone in the room.
Sitting up straight, Jessica lifted both hands into the air as if in a sun salutation, then brought them down again, massaging her nipples with one, bringing the other to her mouth. The time of day was such that the sun caught the left side of her body perfectly, lighting it up with a golden glow.
“Harder,” growled Jessica, grinding down harder on the cock, challenging Serena to apply every ounce of her strength in response. What followed was an epic fuck, Serena using all the force of her well-toned hips, legs, and glutes to drive up into Jessica, who held on for dear life like a cowboy on a bull. At last Jessica let out a shrill, high-toned wail – a sound no one in the room had heard come out of her before – as spasms of pleasure wracked her body.
Jessica relaxed and fell back slightly, but a pair of hands caught her from behind. It was Kat, who had suddenly been struck by an idea that she couldn’t resist. Moving quickly, she wrapped a yoga strap around Jessica’s head to blindfold her. Jessica was slow to react, still dazed from the orgasm; next thing she knew her hands were tied behind her back with another strap.
Taking Jessica by the hips, Kat rolled her over onto her hands and knees. Jessica offered no resistance. Her usual strength had left her; she had surrendered herself completely to the moment. Dropping to her knees, Kat penetrated Jessica from behind; she gestured to Ana, who was standing by with a white strap-on dangling from her pelvis. Grinning, Ana stepped forward and pushed the dildo forcefully into Jessica’s mouth.
Over the next hour, everyone in the room fucked the bound Jessica in the pussy or mouth, and some in both. When the gathering finally broke up, Jessica was left a tired, sweaty, throughly sated heap on the floor. At last only Serena remained behind, along with Marie and Jane, who released their mistress from her bonds and helped her to her feet.
Jessica smiled weakly as she began to dress, but by the time she was fully clothed again, she had recovered a large measure of her dignity. Kissing Serena gently on the cheek, she left the studio in silence, flanked by her two servants.
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Tuesday, January 14, 2014
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 83
It wasn’t easy for Olivia to make Mimi come; she was at an awkward angle, didn’t have the use of her hands, and couldn’t see a thing – not to mention that she kept getting distracted by Sylvia tanning her ass and thighs with the riding crop. But she eventually did it, and was rewarded with a very satisfying series of shuddering moans, along with fingernail marks on her shoulder that would remain visible for more than a week.
Mimi took a minute to rest and pour herself a new glass of Champagne, but she was far from finished with the two cheerleaders. She pulled Olivia down off the sofa and onto her knees, and bent her over so that her head was between Lexi’s legs. Smelling Lexi’s pussy nearby, Olivia grasped what was wanted of her, stuck out her tongue, and got to work.
Watching Mimi’s eyes all the way, ready to stop immediately if her mistress desired it, Mia now slipped out of her kimono, climbed up onto the table, and covered Lexi’s mouth with her freshly shaved pussy. Mimi sat back and sipped her Champagne, very much enjoying this scenario: the blond cheerleader tied to the table, blindfolded, her crumpled uniform gathered above her waist and below her bust; the Asian cheerleader, on her knees servicing the blonde, blindfolded also and with her skirt hiked up to reveal a bright red ass; and of course Mia, who from this angle could have been Olivia’s sister, pinching her own nipples as she rolled her hips to get more pleasure from Lexi’s tongue.
Claire sat with her legs spread wide, desperately finger-fucking herself, sweat beading on her forehead. Mimi gestured to Emily, who returned a moment later with two strap-ons. After helping Mimi and Sylvia into the harnesses, Emily was allowed to kneel and moisten the artificial phalluses with her tongue and mouth. When they were ready, Sylvia took up a position behind Mia, Mimi behind Olivia. Sylvia bent Mia forward and penetrated her just as Mimi slipped into Olivia.
Claire could wait no longer to get involved, dropping to the floor and wriggling underneath to lick Olivia’s clit as Mimi fucked her. This caused Olivia to come quickly and violently – once, twice, three times – after which Mimi simply rolled her aside and plunged into Lexi. Mia and Lexi were now in 69 position as Mimi and Sylvia alternately filled their mouths and cunts.
At last Mimi and Sylvia stepped away and sat down on a couch, sweaty and grinning, leaving the two younger girls in a tangled heap on the table. Mimi signaled to Emily, who appeared swiftly with a fresh bottle of Champagne, poured glasses for her mistress and Sylvia, and dropped to her knees to clean the various juices off their strap-ons.
After a few minutes Mia rose, walked shakily over to where Mimi was and sat down heavily, a faraway look in her eyes. This left Lexi alone on the table, disheveled and dazed, her pussy gaping helplessly open. Olivia moved to untie her but Mimi said sharply, “Wait.”
Acting on unspoken instructions from her mistress, Emily fitted a face dildo onto Lexi as Mimi unfastened her harness and shook out of it. Moving slowly and deliberately, with a panther’s grace, Mimi stood and knelt on the table straddling Lexi’s head. Gripping the dildo with one hand, she positioned it between her pussy lips and sank down gradually until they were kissing Lexi’s face.
Now Emily gestured for Olivia to stand and fixed up her clothes so she looked once again like a cheerleader rather than a debauched fuck toy. Then Emily outfitted Olivia with a face dildo as well, and as Mimi moaned softly while grinding down on Lexi’s face, Olivia dropped to her knees and obediently pushed her new appendage into the blond cheerleader.
Ten minutes later Lexi was finally released, but only after she’d given Mimi two orgasms and had two more of her own, moaning urgently through the apparatus covering her face. After being helped to her feet by Emily, wobbling like a baby doe standing on her own for the first time, Lexi sat down beside Olivia, who wrapped one arm around her and pulled her close. Olivia kissed her friend softly on the forehead, feeling satisfied and warm, yet also somehow unsettled, as if something was going on beyond her comprehension.
* * *
Just as the first rays of dawn were lightening the sky, Claire walked Olivia and Lexi to where the cars were parked, only to find that her battery was dead. Claire asked Olivia for a ride home, and Olivia said “Sure.”
Lexi sprawled out in the back, sighing in contented exhaustion, and Claire took the passenger seat, asking for permission to smoke in the car. Olivia reluctantly agreed, knowing she was already in trouble for coming home so late. Claire cracked a window, sat back and took a puff, exhaling thoughtfully. “I bet you’ve been wondering about all the mirrors,” she said.
“Well, sort of,” answered Olivia. “What do you mean?”
“They’re all one-way mirrors. Mimi’s husband watches everything that happens in that house.”
Olivia nodded. That explained the feeling she’d had; now that she thought about it, she’d sensed unseen eyes on her all night long. The idea was at once chilling and thrilling; it added a whole new dimension of weirdness to an already strange night, one that she would not soon forget.
.
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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