Returning from the bathroom to the living room, Olivia moved up very quietly behind Gina, who was facing away from her. The two of them stayed in that position for a minute, almost touching, feeling each other’s presence nearby. Then Gina lifted her head and looked up; their eyes met, and Olivia leaned down to kiss her.
At that moment all their pent-up tension was released. Gina wrapped her arms around Olivia and pulled her down onto the couch. They made out passionately for several minutes, then Olivia released Gina’s surging breasts from her dress and began to suckle on them. Thinking that these breasts had fed the children she used to babysit gave her an extra special thrill.
As Olivia leaned over her, Gina slid both hands into the younger girl’s blouse and cupped one breast in each hand while nuzzling her nose into Olivia’s soft hair. She couldn’t believe how soft Olivia was, how good she smelled. Gina had never made love to a girl, but when she’d run into Olivia at the supermarket, something had stirred within her. Her sex life of late had been nonexistent, and somehow the presence of this beautiful young woman had sent her mind off in new directions.
Since then it was pretty much all she’d thought about. At times she wondered if she might be going crazy... had she really sensed something different under Olivia’s friendliness, or was it all in her mind? Numerous times she thought about calling off the dinner. But it would be nice to have some company anyway, and they would just see what transpired. And now it was all happening so fast; she was breathless with desire and sweet confusion.
With her mouth still wrapped around Gina’s left nipple, Olivia slipped her right hand under the hem of Gina’s dress and between the older woman’s thighs. They were marvelously smooth and silky but well-muscled underneath, and Gina clamped Olivia’s hand between them as she moaned into Olivia’s ear.
Reaching both arms out as far as they would go, Gina felt and squeezed Olivia’s plump yet firm young ass. She took some time to admire the shape of it, lifting the girl’s skirt to get a a better look. Olivia meanwhile had worked one hand down the top of Gina’s white lace panties and through the soft fur to the wetness underneath.
Soon they adjourned upstairs to the bedroom. There Olivia unzipped Gina’s dress and helped her out of it. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and neither was Olivia, who quickly shucked off her blouse and wriggled out of her skirt. That left them both just in panties, and in that condition they embraced, kissing deeply and wrapping their arms around each other, their naked breasts pressing together.
Finally Olivia broke the clinch and sank to her knees. Grabbing the waistband of Gina’s panties, she pulled them down around the older woman’s ankles and pushed her nose right into the magical spot where Gina’s thighs met, the curly hairs tickling her face. Awkwardly positioned and thrown off balance by the shockwave of pleasure that ran through her, Gina stumbled and fell back onto the bed – whereupon Olivia pulled her panties the rest of the way off, spread her legs, and dove in.
Like any good Catholic girl, Gina called many times for Jesus as Olivia pleasured her with tongue and fingers. When she’d made Gina come twice Olivia crawled up beside her and they kissed. Gina was unprepared for the sinful deliciousness of her own juice on the younger girl’s lips; she cleaned them off like she was licking icing off a fork. When she was finished Gina rolled Olivia over onto her back and straddled her.
After feasting on Olivia’s mouth Gina kissed, licked, and bit her ear, then her neck, then started moving downward, lingering at all of the interesting parts. These included not just the breasts – wonderful as they were, with their nipples pointing straight at the sky – but the sternum, the navel, and the hipbones. Girls are so soft, she thought, so yummy, so delightful... what have I been doing all my life?
She ran her lips through Olivia’s sparse, cottony pubic hair and the girl opened like a flower. Olivia’s pussy lips were a pale brownish-red and when Gina parted them with a finger, she was bright pink inside. Gina finger-fucked her for a while – enjoying the way Olivia moaned and her hips moved in response, trying to get more inside – then leaned in for an experimental taste. The flavor was mostly sweet, but with a slight sour note that only made it more intoxicating.
Gina started to lick away in earnest, swelling with pride at the pleasure she was bringing to her young friend. It was wonderful how Olivia arched her back, how she called out Gina’s name, how her foot felt against Gina’s back. And when Olivia’s orgasm started to shudder through her, her clit vibrating against Gina’s face, Gina felt a satisfaction she’d never felt before. Making a man come was so easy, there was no challenge to it; this really felt like an accomplishment.
Gina moved up next to Olivia and they lay silently intertwined for a while. Olivia had had a lot of sex in her young life, but no one had made love to her like this before. She felt completely relaxed and secure with Gina’s arms wrapped around her.
Gina, for her part, was suffused with a contentment that made all her problems seem far, far away. It was getting late by now, and they mainly just murmured to each other in the dark until it was time for Olivia to go; she had a curfew. As she watched Olivia dress, Gina was reminded of the fact that her new lover was still, technically, a teenager, and she felt a pang of guilt; but it didn’t last long.
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Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 46
Kat and Kelly had been thinking a lot that week about their English teacher, Ms. Valentine, after running into her at the nail salon. She was quite gorgeous and sexy, and had an air of mystery about her. She mostly kept to herself, but all sorts of rumors floated around about her — she was a religious nut, she was into BDSM; she had been a nun when she was younger, she had been in porn when she was younger. No one had no idea how much of it, if any, was true, but it made her the subject of a lot of curiosity.
As it happened they had been assigned to write a short story for English class that week, so working together, they had crafted a story about a high school senior who had a lesbian crush on her English teacher. They changed the names but the characters were clearly recognizable as Kat and Ms. Valentine. In the story the teacher also had feelings for the student, but hid them; then one day they happened to be alone in the classroom, and nature took its course.
As it happened they had been assigned to write a short story for English class that week, so working together, they had crafted a story about a high school senior who had a lesbian crush on her English teacher. They changed the names but the characters were clearly recognizable as Kat and Ms. Valentine. In the story the teacher also had feelings for the student, but hid them; then one day they happened to be alone in the classroom, and nature took its course.
They went through several drafts of the scene where the two finally acted on their passion, trying to make it hot enough to work on Ms. Valentine’s imagination, but not overly graphic or explicit. They tried to be subtly suggestive and seductive, and it must have been working, because they ended up in bed together several times during the writing process — a few orgasms to blow off steam, and then back to work.
On Friday when she was returning the graded stories, Ms. Valentine handed out everyone’s except Kat’s and asked Kat to stay after class to talk to her. Kat and Kelly shared a conspiratorial look as the class filed out, leaving Kat alone with the teacher.
After closing the door, Ms. Valentine walked over to her desk and pulled Kat’s story out of her drawer, looking quizzically at her student. “Katrina... um, Kat... we need to talk about what you wrote here.”
Kat assumed a demeanor or girlish innocence. “Yes?”
“You know that this is very inappropriate. If anyone read this we would both be in trouble, especially me.”
“I’m sorry,” said Kat. “It’s just that you’re so beautiful.”
“Well, thank you, I guess,” answered the teacher, looking down at the paper for a moment. “It’s not unusual for students to have certain feelings for their teachers sometimes. But it’s very important to respect boundaries.”
“Yes, ma’am,” said Kat, frowning. “So you don’t like me back is what you’re saying.” For a moment she looked like she was about to cry.
“Kat, I’m a teacher here and you’re a student. And I’m not a lesbian.”
Kat’s eyes immediately cleared. “Haven’t you ever been curious?”
“Well, back in college....” Ms. Valentine started to answer, then checked herself. “This is not a discussion that we should be having.”
“So what grade did I get?”
“I’m giving you a B+, because this was very well written. But don’t put me in this position again, please.”
“OK,” said Kat, and stood to go. Just as she got to the door, she paused and looked back at Ms. V with a twinkle in her eye. “But if you ever change your mind, you know where to find me.” With that she opened the door and strode out.
Shaking her head, Ms. Valentine returned the story to the drawer.
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Olivia was a few minutes late for dinner with Gina Moretti, having spent almost two hours trying on different outfits. She was conflicted in her decision-making. It was possible that this invitation was perfectly innocent. Olivia had no reason to think it was anything other than what it appeared to be, a friendly former neighbor inviting her to dinner.
But somehow she had the feeling something more was going on. In the end she’d decided to wear a short skirt – but not her shortest – and a sleeveless black blouse that showed a lot, over which she wore a shawl that hid most of it. She adjusted the shawl as she rang the bell, and Gina appeared a few seconds later.
Gina looked every bit the hot mom that she was, wearing a nice flower-print dress and an apron, her hands coated in flour. “I’m just finishing dinner,” she told Olivia. “Come into the kitchen.”
Olivia looked around for her husband and kids, but they were nowhere to be seen. As they sat in the kitchen drinking red wine while Gina finished the meal, it didn’t take long for Olivia to find out that Gina was divorced now and that the kids were with their father that night. That had to mean something, Olivia thought. She was getting hot in the kitchen anyway, so she took off her shawl and draped it over a chair, letting her assets hang out. Seeing Gina take a long, appraising look at her cleavage, Olivia smiled to herself.
There was no time during their meal, though, when Gina showed any signs of a prurient interest in her young friend. She asked Olivia about her studies, her friends, her boyfriend situation – Olivia answered pointedly that there was none, studying Gina’s face for signs of a reaction – and talked about her kids, who were in junior high now. She said little about her ex-husband; Olivia got the idea that he had cheated on her and that it was still a painful subject that she didn’t care to talk about.
After dessert – a rich chocolate mousse cake that was almost a sexual experience in and of itself – they moved to the living room, lingering quietly over one last glass of wine. The sexual tension in the room was palpable; suddenly they didn’t have much to say to each other. Olivia could see that Gina was fidgety and uptight; was it going to have to be her, the teenager, who made the first move on the grown woman here?
After 10 minutes or so of this, Olivia excused herself to go to the bathroom. There she steeled up her courage. It was time for action.
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* * *
Olivia was a few minutes late for dinner with Gina Moretti, having spent almost two hours trying on different outfits. She was conflicted in her decision-making. It was possible that this invitation was perfectly innocent. Olivia had no reason to think it was anything other than what it appeared to be, a friendly former neighbor inviting her to dinner.
But somehow she had the feeling something more was going on. In the end she’d decided to wear a short skirt – but not her shortest – and a sleeveless black blouse that showed a lot, over which she wore a shawl that hid most of it. She adjusted the shawl as she rang the bell, and Gina appeared a few seconds later.
Gina looked every bit the hot mom that she was, wearing a nice flower-print dress and an apron, her hands coated in flour. “I’m just finishing dinner,” she told Olivia. “Come into the kitchen.”
Olivia looked around for her husband and kids, but they were nowhere to be seen. As they sat in the kitchen drinking red wine while Gina finished the meal, it didn’t take long for Olivia to find out that Gina was divorced now and that the kids were with their father that night. That had to mean something, Olivia thought. She was getting hot in the kitchen anyway, so she took off her shawl and draped it over a chair, letting her assets hang out. Seeing Gina take a long, appraising look at her cleavage, Olivia smiled to herself.
There was no time during their meal, though, when Gina showed any signs of a prurient interest in her young friend. She asked Olivia about her studies, her friends, her boyfriend situation – Olivia answered pointedly that there was none, studying Gina’s face for signs of a reaction – and talked about her kids, who were in junior high now. She said little about her ex-husband; Olivia got the idea that he had cheated on her and that it was still a painful subject that she didn’t care to talk about.
After dessert – a rich chocolate mousse cake that was almost a sexual experience in and of itself – they moved to the living room, lingering quietly over one last glass of wine. The sexual tension in the room was palpable; suddenly they didn’t have much to say to each other. Olivia could see that Gina was fidgety and uptight; was it going to have to be her, the teenager, who made the first move on the grown woman here?
After 10 minutes or so of this, Olivia excused herself to go to the bathroom. There she steeled up her courage. It was time for action.
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Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 45
Thursday after practice Lexi was laying face-down on her bed, still in uniform but pantiless, with her skirt hiked up around her waist. She had a pillow over her head and one hand working away frantically between her legs.
She’d invited everyone she could think of to come over and play with her, knowing that her dad was on a business trip and wouldn’t be back till the next morning, but they all had other plans. So Lexi was entertaining herself with a little fantasy.
In her daydream she’d been arrested for some reason that was not entirely clear. (She would return to this fantasy again and again in the coming weeks, and eventually filled in the missing plot point, deciding that she’d been arrested for indecent exposure after cheerleading without panties.) The arresting officer was a beautiful woman, of course, a tall, athletic brunette with her hair tied back in a ponytail and an ample figure that her uniform couldn’t hide.
Looking cool and collected in her aviator shades, the policewoman cuffed Lexi’s hands behind her back and tossed her into the back of the cruiser. In the fantasy Lexi was in her cheerleader uniform, just as she was in real life, with the skirt riding up just enough to show a trace of her blond pubic hair. With her hands tied she was powerless to do anything about it, and when the officer glanced back at her from time to time, Lexi felt a tingle between her legs.
They pulled up in front of the police station and the officer led Lexi inside. It was a pretty small place with just a few desks and no one around. The cop bent Lexi over a desk, lifted her skirt, and ran a hand up one of her thighs. It felt wonderful and Lexi adjusted her stance so her legs were apart. Seeing this, the officer took her billy club in hand and traced it up one thigh, then the other, as Lexi squirmed. Lexi panted like an animal as she felt the tip of the club slide between her pussy lips, then push against her clit.
Next the cop forced Lexi to her knees and stood looking down at her. Moving slowly and deliberately, the policewoman pulled off her sunglasses, folded them, and sat them on the desk. After unlacing her boots and stepping out of them, she pulled off her pants, folded them carefully, and sat them on her desk next to the sunglasses. Next her panties – pretty black lace ones that didn’t quite fit with the rest of her outfit – came off and were folded and placed atop the pants. Now the officer leaned back against the desk and opened her legs, her thick black pubic hair and glistening pink lips just inches from Lexi’s face.
Lexi started to move forward but wasn’t moving fast enough for the officer, who put a hand on the back of Lexi’s head and pulled it into her wetness. In the fantasy Lexi moaned and stuck her tongue inside; in real life her finger was moving faster and faster on her clit.
Once the cop had orgasmed, digging her sharp nails into Lexi’s back, she pushed the cheerleader away. Lexi just sat there on the floor looking up, her hair mussed and face smeared with pussy juice, as the officer dressed again just as carefully as she’d undressed. She was just leading Lexi back to the holding cell, where another horny prisoner was waiting, when a noise disturbed Lexi’s reverie.
It was the doorbell. For a minute she tried to ignore it and get back into the fantasy, but when it rang again, Lexi was struck by a pang of guilt. Sometimes her dad got important packages that needed to be signed for, and she knew she really should answer the bell. She pulled her skirt down, wiped her wet hand off on a towel, and went to the front door.
It was a woman in her late 30s who Lexi had seen around the neighborhood. Lexi’s dad had talked to her a couple of times; she was a widow who lived three or four doors down. Her only son had just started college and she lived alone.
“Hi,” she said, “I’m Annalise, your neighbor. You’re Lexi, right?”
Lexi nodded. “Hi,” she said, suddenly self-conscious, wondering if she smelled of wet pussy.
“I was talking to your dad yesterday and he mentioned he was going to be out of town. I thought I’d bring you something to eat.” She held up her hands, which held a large plate wrapped in tinfoil.
“Come on in,” said Lexi. What choice did she have? It seemed likely that Annalise was interested in Lexi’s dad and was trying to score points. Lexi had to admit she was not bad-looking. In a way she resembled the cop in Lexi’s fantasy, with long dark hair and a nice body, though she was not as tall or strong as the woman in Lexi’s imagination.
They made small talk for a while, but Lexi was distracted, still feeling itchy in the crotch as she pictured Annalise in a blue uniform and aviator glasses, twirling a billy club in her hand. Not wanting to intrude, Annalise excused herself after a few minutes. 30 seconds after the door had closed Lexi was back in her room, pillow over her head, skirt around her waist, and hand between her legs.
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She’d invited everyone she could think of to come over and play with her, knowing that her dad was on a business trip and wouldn’t be back till the next morning, but they all had other plans. So Lexi was entertaining herself with a little fantasy.
In her daydream she’d been arrested for some reason that was not entirely clear. (She would return to this fantasy again and again in the coming weeks, and eventually filled in the missing plot point, deciding that she’d been arrested for indecent exposure after cheerleading without panties.) The arresting officer was a beautiful woman, of course, a tall, athletic brunette with her hair tied back in a ponytail and an ample figure that her uniform couldn’t hide.
Looking cool and collected in her aviator shades, the policewoman cuffed Lexi’s hands behind her back and tossed her into the back of the cruiser. In the fantasy Lexi was in her cheerleader uniform, just as she was in real life, with the skirt riding up just enough to show a trace of her blond pubic hair. With her hands tied she was powerless to do anything about it, and when the officer glanced back at her from time to time, Lexi felt a tingle between her legs.
They pulled up in front of the police station and the officer led Lexi inside. It was a pretty small place with just a few desks and no one around. The cop bent Lexi over a desk, lifted her skirt, and ran a hand up one of her thighs. It felt wonderful and Lexi adjusted her stance so her legs were apart. Seeing this, the officer took her billy club in hand and traced it up one thigh, then the other, as Lexi squirmed. Lexi panted like an animal as she felt the tip of the club slide between her pussy lips, then push against her clit.
Next the cop forced Lexi to her knees and stood looking down at her. Moving slowly and deliberately, the policewoman pulled off her sunglasses, folded them, and sat them on the desk. After unlacing her boots and stepping out of them, she pulled off her pants, folded them carefully, and sat them on her desk next to the sunglasses. Next her panties – pretty black lace ones that didn’t quite fit with the rest of her outfit – came off and were folded and placed atop the pants. Now the officer leaned back against the desk and opened her legs, her thick black pubic hair and glistening pink lips just inches from Lexi’s face.
Lexi started to move forward but wasn’t moving fast enough for the officer, who put a hand on the back of Lexi’s head and pulled it into her wetness. In the fantasy Lexi moaned and stuck her tongue inside; in real life her finger was moving faster and faster on her clit.
Once the cop had orgasmed, digging her sharp nails into Lexi’s back, she pushed the cheerleader away. Lexi just sat there on the floor looking up, her hair mussed and face smeared with pussy juice, as the officer dressed again just as carefully as she’d undressed. She was just leading Lexi back to the holding cell, where another horny prisoner was waiting, when a noise disturbed Lexi’s reverie.
It was the doorbell. For a minute she tried to ignore it and get back into the fantasy, but when it rang again, Lexi was struck by a pang of guilt. Sometimes her dad got important packages that needed to be signed for, and she knew she really should answer the bell. She pulled her skirt down, wiped her wet hand off on a towel, and went to the front door.
It was a woman in her late 30s who Lexi had seen around the neighborhood. Lexi’s dad had talked to her a couple of times; she was a widow who lived three or four doors down. Her only son had just started college and she lived alone.
“Hi,” she said, “I’m Annalise, your neighbor. You’re Lexi, right?”
Lexi nodded. “Hi,” she said, suddenly self-conscious, wondering if she smelled of wet pussy.
“I was talking to your dad yesterday and he mentioned he was going to be out of town. I thought I’d bring you something to eat.” She held up her hands, which held a large plate wrapped in tinfoil.
“Come on in,” said Lexi. What choice did she have? It seemed likely that Annalise was interested in Lexi’s dad and was trying to score points. Lexi had to admit she was not bad-looking. In a way she resembled the cop in Lexi’s fantasy, with long dark hair and a nice body, though she was not as tall or strong as the woman in Lexi’s imagination.
They made small talk for a while, but Lexi was distracted, still feeling itchy in the crotch as she pictured Annalise in a blue uniform and aviator glasses, twirling a billy club in her hand. Not wanting to intrude, Annalise excused herself after a few minutes. 30 seconds after the door had closed Lexi was back in her room, pillow over her head, skirt around her waist, and hand between her legs.
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Monday, August 15, 2011
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 44
Wednesday Jessica went out of town for a meeting with her accountant, and when she returned in the evening she was surprised to find Marie – who had seemed moody that morning – with a big, goofy smile on her face. “What have you been up to?” asked Jessica suspiciously.
“Let me show you,” said Marie, taking her mistress by the hand. She led Jessica to the living room couch, put a drink in her hand, and turned on the TV. Sipping the cool martini, Jessica saw that their video camera, an old-tech relic that hadn’t ben out of the closet in years, was hooked up to the TV; Marie pressed Play and Jessica sat back to watch.
What she saw was Jane, on her knees in that very living room. She was very elaborately tied, with her arms stretched out to either side by ropes, her torso supported by another lattice of ropes that hung from the ceiling. Moving around, zooming in and out, the camera explored every inch of her bound, naked body. Her ankles were tied about two feet apart by several strands, with another rope leading away from each ankle to somewhere offscreen; she was also ball-gagged and clamps dangled from her nipples. Clearly Marie had spent a lot of time creating this scene; Jessica could see very careful work had been done on the ropes and knots.
Now the camera zoomed in between Jane’s legs. A hand – Marie’s, you could tell from the nail polish – reached down and pried open her pussy lips, slipping a finger inside with an audible squish. After teasing Jane for awhile, the hand disappeared and the camera moved again. At this point Marie had put the camera on a tripod and spent some time composing the shot, which showed Jane’s face in its lower-left third. Soon Marie herself appeared in the background, a blurred figure fumbling with something or other. When she turned sideways to the camera, her silhouette revealed what she had been doing: putting on a good sized strap-on, which cast a visible shadow on the wall behind her.
Turning again toward the camera, Marie came up behind Jane; her face never really came into focus and when she knelt down, stroking the strap-on with one hand, her head was out of frame. The artificial cock looked truly huge at this angle, frightening even. Then the strap-on disappeared, obscured by Jane’s body, but you could tell where it had gone by the look on her face: her eyes bugged out and her mouth was contorted by some combination of pain and pleasure.
The shot stayed like that for five minutes or so, the only motion the back and forth of Marie’s hips and the subtle changes in Jane’s expression as the strap-on went in and out, the only sound Jane’s escalating moans through the ball gag and occasionally the slap of her ass against Marie’s pelvis. When Jane came her eyes opened wider than ever and she went limp in her bonds.
After that what little you could see of Marie disappeared from the picture; a few seconds later a hand reached down and pulled out Jane’s gag. The strap-on appeared from the left edge of the screen, visibly slick with pussy juice, then began to disappear into Jane’s mouth. Once it was all the way inside, Marie’s hand reached for the camera and the screen went black.
Marie’s little movie had had the intended effect; she soon found herself ordered to kneel and service her mistress, a duty which lately had gone more and more to Jane. Savoring the sweet taste of Jessica’s pussy – to her, the most delicious thing there was – Marie slowly brought Jessica to two powerful orgasms and sat back feeling pleased with herself. The feeling didn’t last long. Wrapping one hand firmly around Marie’s neck, Jessica led Marie to roughly where Jane had been in the movie and tied her in roughly the same position, though less artfully.
Leaving the room for a minute, Jessica returned with one hand leading Jane — who had been napping in the bedroom – and her favorite flogger in the other hand. Handing the flogger to Jane, Jessica told her to punish Marie for overstepping her bounds. Jane nodded and gave the flogger a few practice swings through the air.
Kneeling in front of Marie, Jessica picked up the ball gag that was laying nearby and looked the bound girl in the eye. Marie looked about to speak up to defend herself, but Jessica silenced her by putting a finger to her lips. Saying “You know what you did,” Jessica slipped the gag into Marie’s mouth and fastened it around her head.
It wasn’t just using the strap-on without permission, which was definitely a no-no; the whole thing seemed over the line to Jessica, who was very wary of creating documentary evidence of her private life, which was all perfectly legal but still better kept private. Even so, she had to admit it had been good work; after fixing herself another drink, she rewound the tape and started it again as Jane enthusiastically flogged the bound Marie. When it got to the part with the strap-on, Jessica fitted the same dildo onto Jane and invited her to have her way with the French girl. Jessica quite enjoyed comparing and contrasting Marie’s face as she was fucked in real time with Jane’s face onscreen.
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“Let me show you,” said Marie, taking her mistress by the hand. She led Jessica to the living room couch, put a drink in her hand, and turned on the TV. Sipping the cool martini, Jessica saw that their video camera, an old-tech relic that hadn’t ben out of the closet in years, was hooked up to the TV; Marie pressed Play and Jessica sat back to watch.
What she saw was Jane, on her knees in that very living room. She was very elaborately tied, with her arms stretched out to either side by ropes, her torso supported by another lattice of ropes that hung from the ceiling. Moving around, zooming in and out, the camera explored every inch of her bound, naked body. Her ankles were tied about two feet apart by several strands, with another rope leading away from each ankle to somewhere offscreen; she was also ball-gagged and clamps dangled from her nipples. Clearly Marie had spent a lot of time creating this scene; Jessica could see very careful work had been done on the ropes and knots.
Now the camera zoomed in between Jane’s legs. A hand – Marie’s, you could tell from the nail polish – reached down and pried open her pussy lips, slipping a finger inside with an audible squish. After teasing Jane for awhile, the hand disappeared and the camera moved again. At this point Marie had put the camera on a tripod and spent some time composing the shot, which showed Jane’s face in its lower-left third. Soon Marie herself appeared in the background, a blurred figure fumbling with something or other. When she turned sideways to the camera, her silhouette revealed what she had been doing: putting on a good sized strap-on, which cast a visible shadow on the wall behind her.
Turning again toward the camera, Marie came up behind Jane; her face never really came into focus and when she knelt down, stroking the strap-on with one hand, her head was out of frame. The artificial cock looked truly huge at this angle, frightening even. Then the strap-on disappeared, obscured by Jane’s body, but you could tell where it had gone by the look on her face: her eyes bugged out and her mouth was contorted by some combination of pain and pleasure.
The shot stayed like that for five minutes or so, the only motion the back and forth of Marie’s hips and the subtle changes in Jane’s expression as the strap-on went in and out, the only sound Jane’s escalating moans through the ball gag and occasionally the slap of her ass against Marie’s pelvis. When Jane came her eyes opened wider than ever and she went limp in her bonds.
After that what little you could see of Marie disappeared from the picture; a few seconds later a hand reached down and pulled out Jane’s gag. The strap-on appeared from the left edge of the screen, visibly slick with pussy juice, then began to disappear into Jane’s mouth. Once it was all the way inside, Marie’s hand reached for the camera and the screen went black.
Marie’s little movie had had the intended effect; she soon found herself ordered to kneel and service her mistress, a duty which lately had gone more and more to Jane. Savoring the sweet taste of Jessica’s pussy – to her, the most delicious thing there was – Marie slowly brought Jessica to two powerful orgasms and sat back feeling pleased with herself. The feeling didn’t last long. Wrapping one hand firmly around Marie’s neck, Jessica led Marie to roughly where Jane had been in the movie and tied her in roughly the same position, though less artfully.
Leaving the room for a minute, Jessica returned with one hand leading Jane — who had been napping in the bedroom – and her favorite flogger in the other hand. Handing the flogger to Jane, Jessica told her to punish Marie for overstepping her bounds. Jane nodded and gave the flogger a few practice swings through the air.
Kneeling in front of Marie, Jessica picked up the ball gag that was laying nearby and looked the bound girl in the eye. Marie looked about to speak up to defend herself, but Jessica silenced her by putting a finger to her lips. Saying “You know what you did,” Jessica slipped the gag into Marie’s mouth and fastened it around her head.
It wasn’t just using the strap-on without permission, which was definitely a no-no; the whole thing seemed over the line to Jessica, who was very wary of creating documentary evidence of her private life, which was all perfectly legal but still better kept private. Even so, she had to admit it had been good work; after fixing herself another drink, she rewound the tape and started it again as Jane enthusiastically flogged the bound Marie. When it got to the part with the strap-on, Jessica fitted the same dildo onto Jane and invited her to have her way with the French girl. Jessica quite enjoyed comparing and contrasting Marie’s face as she was fucked in real time with Jane’s face onscreen.
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Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 43
On the way home from school, still in uniform, Olivia stopped by the grocery store to pick up a few things. In the produce aisle she was surprised to see a familiar face: Gina Moretti, a former neighbor who had hired Olivia to babysit several times. That had been four or five years before; around that time the family had moved across town to a bigger house, and Olivia hadn’t seen them since.
“Hi, Mrs. Moretti,” chirped Olivia.
“Olivia! My goodness, haven’t you turned out to be a beautiful young lady.” When they’d last met, Olivia had been a skinny adolescent; now she looked like a woman, and the cheerleading outfit made it hard to miss the fact that she was very well-constructed, with a classic hourglass shape and long, strong legs.
“Thanks, Mrs. M.”
“I think you can call me Gina now.”
Olivia didn’t remember Gina Moretti being this sexy: long dark hair, dark eyes, and a very curvy figure. Of course, she saw things through a very different lens nowadays. They talked for a few minutes until Gina checked her watch and said, “I have to go pick my youngest up from soccer. Listen, why don’t you come out to the house and have dinner and we’ll catch up? How’s Friday?”
“OK,” said Olivia, and they exchanged numbers and parted ways. The encounter stuck in Olivia’s mind for a while. Mrs. Moretti had looked her up and down in a way that seemed less than casual... or was it her imagination?
* * *
Tuesday morning Marie got a call from Serena. Was she interested in another yoga class, on the house this time?
Of course she was. She made some calls and early that afternoon the ladies started arriving... first Samantha and Betty Ann, then Janice, and finally Ella, who was knocking on the door just as Serena pulled up. At Jessica’s direction they moved some furniture around to make room, and a few minutes later everyone was naked, the first hints of sweat glistening on their skin as Serena led them through some warm-up poses.
* * *
For days now Serena had been thinking of nothing but this moment. After leaving Jessica’s she had wandered around in a blissful daze for hours. She’d had plenty of sex in her life, with both men and women, but never before had she experienced this particular kind of pleasure. On the one hand it was so kinky and decadent, on the other hand so easy and free — there were no emotional hang-ups, just the pursuit of maximum satisfaction.
And this woman Jessica was so magnetic — it was an experience just to be in her presence. Plus there was the mystery of her bald slave girl and French servant; what was that all about? And of course there was Samantha, who had orchestrated the whole thing. Serena had always assumed that she was an average suburban housewife — but obviously there was more to the story.
It excited Serena to learn that this wild lesbian underground had been happening so close by, just out of sight. And she had the feeling she had just scratched the surface. She was eager to learn more, but she had to leave the next morning for the long drive to her family home for Thanksgiving.
The whole long weekend she was in a distracted fog, flashing back to her day at Jessica’s, wondering what it would be like the next time (there would be a next time, she was sure of that). More than once her mother had asked if she was OK, and she just smiled mysteriously and said that she was.
After arriving back home she had waited impatiently for some word from Samantha or Marie. She knew that she had a lot to offer — she was a skilled teacher, and had no false modesty about her own beauty. But she was probably in more of a hurry than they were, and after waiting for what seemed like an eternity, she decided on the direct approach. And now here she was — facing a line of lovely naked bodies lit by sunlight streaming in from the big window facing the pool.
* * *
After a series of balancing poses, Serena announced that they would need partners for the next few exercises. Taking charge, Jessica paired off Samantha and Janice and took Betty as her own partner. Ella was tapped to help Serena demonstrate the poses; that left Marie without a partner, so Jane, who had been watching quietly from a corner, was now allowed to participate. Marie looked momentarily put out over this development, but knew better than to open her mouth.
Serena and Ella faced each other, put their palms together, and bent forward. For awhile everyone just watched; the sight of the two statuesque blondes together, butts sticking out and breasts hanging, was hard to tear your eyes away from. But eventually the other three pairs mirrored the pose. Next Serena and Ella turned to face opposite directions, pressing their rear ends together, and bent forward so they were looking through their legs at each other. Then they grabbed each other’s shoulders to accentuate the stretch.
The heat in the room was beginning to rise now, both literally and figuratively. For the next pose Serena and Ella laid on their mats face-up with the tops of their heads touching. Gripping each other with their arms, they lifted their legs up over their heads and back to form a sort of square. In this position their crotches were straight up in the air, exposing two pairs of pink lips framed with blond hair. The others did their best to replicate the pose, but it wasn’t easy, especially since they were finding it harder and harder to concentrate.
Untangling themselves, Serena and Ella sat cross-legged on their mats facing each other. They were both slightly sweaty, breathing deeply, flushed, their nipples standing up straight. At Serena’s behest, Ella bent forward over her folded legs until she was able to clasp her hands together behind Serena’s back. In this position her head was between Serena’s thighs just above the knees. Inching forward slightly, Serena placed one foot on each of Ella’s thighs and stretched out across Ella until her breasts were pressed against Ella’s back. None of the other ladies moved a muscle to try to follow suit; instead they just watched, totally enraptured by the physical poetry in front of them.
Extending further, Serena placed one hand on each of Ella’s butt cheeks and pulled her closer; her head was now just inches from the shining prize between Serena’s legs. Ella reached out her tongue and ran it across Serena’s muscular, fully flexed thigh. There was a collective intake of breath in the room as the thigh quivered visibly. Closing her eyes, concentrating fully, Serena helped Ella to stretch slowly until she was able to glide the tip of her tongue along the opening between Serena’s pussy lips.
Soon all pretense of the yoga class was abandoned, although some unusual poses did ensue. The festivities continued late into the afternoon, leaving everyone stretched, toned, and thoroughly satisfied.
.
* * *
Tuesday morning Marie got a call from Serena. Was she interested in another yoga class, on the house this time?
Of course she was. She made some calls and early that afternoon the ladies started arriving... first Samantha and Betty Ann, then Janice, and finally Ella, who was knocking on the door just as Serena pulled up. At Jessica’s direction they moved some furniture around to make room, and a few minutes later everyone was naked, the first hints of sweat glistening on their skin as Serena led them through some warm-up poses.
* * *
For days now Serena had been thinking of nothing but this moment. After leaving Jessica’s she had wandered around in a blissful daze for hours. She’d had plenty of sex in her life, with both men and women, but never before had she experienced this particular kind of pleasure. On the one hand it was so kinky and decadent, on the other hand so easy and free — there were no emotional hang-ups, just the pursuit of maximum satisfaction.
And this woman Jessica was so magnetic — it was an experience just to be in her presence. Plus there was the mystery of her bald slave girl and French servant; what was that all about? And of course there was Samantha, who had orchestrated the whole thing. Serena had always assumed that she was an average suburban housewife — but obviously there was more to the story.
It excited Serena to learn that this wild lesbian underground had been happening so close by, just out of sight. And she had the feeling she had just scratched the surface. She was eager to learn more, but she had to leave the next morning for the long drive to her family home for Thanksgiving.
The whole long weekend she was in a distracted fog, flashing back to her day at Jessica’s, wondering what it would be like the next time (there would be a next time, she was sure of that). More than once her mother had asked if she was OK, and she just smiled mysteriously and said that she was.
After arriving back home she had waited impatiently for some word from Samantha or Marie. She knew that she had a lot to offer — she was a skilled teacher, and had no false modesty about her own beauty. But she was probably in more of a hurry than they were, and after waiting for what seemed like an eternity, she decided on the direct approach. And now here she was — facing a line of lovely naked bodies lit by sunlight streaming in from the big window facing the pool.
* * *
After a series of balancing poses, Serena announced that they would need partners for the next few exercises. Taking charge, Jessica paired off Samantha and Janice and took Betty as her own partner. Ella was tapped to help Serena demonstrate the poses; that left Marie without a partner, so Jane, who had been watching quietly from a corner, was now allowed to participate. Marie looked momentarily put out over this development, but knew better than to open her mouth.
Serena and Ella faced each other, put their palms together, and bent forward. For awhile everyone just watched; the sight of the two statuesque blondes together, butts sticking out and breasts hanging, was hard to tear your eyes away from. But eventually the other three pairs mirrored the pose. Next Serena and Ella turned to face opposite directions, pressing their rear ends together, and bent forward so they were looking through their legs at each other. Then they grabbed each other’s shoulders to accentuate the stretch.
The heat in the room was beginning to rise now, both literally and figuratively. For the next pose Serena and Ella laid on their mats face-up with the tops of their heads touching. Gripping each other with their arms, they lifted their legs up over their heads and back to form a sort of square. In this position their crotches were straight up in the air, exposing two pairs of pink lips framed with blond hair. The others did their best to replicate the pose, but it wasn’t easy, especially since they were finding it harder and harder to concentrate.
Untangling themselves, Serena and Ella sat cross-legged on their mats facing each other. They were both slightly sweaty, breathing deeply, flushed, their nipples standing up straight. At Serena’s behest, Ella bent forward over her folded legs until she was able to clasp her hands together behind Serena’s back. In this position her head was between Serena’s thighs just above the knees. Inching forward slightly, Serena placed one foot on each of Ella’s thighs and stretched out across Ella until her breasts were pressed against Ella’s back. None of the other ladies moved a muscle to try to follow suit; instead they just watched, totally enraptured by the physical poetry in front of them.
Extending further, Serena placed one hand on each of Ella’s butt cheeks and pulled her closer; her head was now just inches from the shining prize between Serena’s legs. Ella reached out her tongue and ran it across Serena’s muscular, fully flexed thigh. There was a collective intake of breath in the room as the thigh quivered visibly. Closing her eyes, concentrating fully, Serena helped Ella to stretch slowly until she was able to glide the tip of her tongue along the opening between Serena’s pussy lips.
Soon all pretense of the yoga class was abandoned, although some unusual poses did ensue. The festivities continued late into the afternoon, leaving everyone stretched, toned, and thoroughly satisfied.
.
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 42
By the time Betty Ann Collins arrived around 10:00, things had gotten well and truly out of hand. She saw her niece, Sally – until recently the shyest and most innocent of girls – kneeling behind Marie, alternately spanking Marie’s ass and lapping at her pussy. Someone was squirming underneath Sally, her head trapped between the girl’s thighs; judging from the pubic hair, it was most likely Jane. J.J., having secured a strap-on, was plowing into Kelly Ann from behind as Kelly licked Jessica.
On the couch, Janice lay on her back with one blonde sitting on her face and another riding the phallus extending from between her legs. It took Betty a moment to figure out which one was Kat and which one was Samantha. Mother and daughter were politely facing opposite directions, maintaining some sort of plausible deniability.
Shaking her head, feeling a little ashamed but already irresistibly drawn, Betty Ann stripped off her clothes and waded into the action.
* * *
Sunday morning Sally Ann and J.J. both left with their families to return home. As Kelly gave her cousin a long, loving goodbye hug, she wondered how Sally’s life was going to be changed by what had happened that weekend; she hoped it would be for the better.
Kat and J.J likewise shared a very warm embrace. “Thanks, cuz,” said J.J. “It was a blast.” Kat felt like she had gained her cousin’s respect; even J.J., worldly as she was, had never experienced anything quite like the scene at Jessica’s.
In the afternoon, Kelly and Kat got together and went to have their nails done. Leaving the salon just as they arrived was Ms. Valentine, their English teacher. They only exchanged a few words, as Ms. V. said she was late to meet her boyfriend, but both Kat and Kelly later remarked how different the teacher looked from the way they usually saw her. Her brown hair was down instead of up, and she was wearing a low-cut dress that showed off her lovely legs, in contrast to the conservative clothes she usually wore in school. With nothing much else to do, they immediately began to conspire.
* * *
Monday it was back to school. After five days off cheerleading practice was particularly ragged that day; Jackie London made everyone stay late and there was much grumbling in the ranks. Afterwards everyone dressed and left quickly except Lexi and Adriana.
It was not unusual for Lexi to hang around after practice; she was in no hurry to get home to her empty house, and it was a known fact among the cheerleaders that if you were looking for someone to play with after school, Lexi was your best bet. Today Lexi was unusually horny, having spent the whole long weekend with her dad. She loved him and all, but she was very ready for some girl time.
Ana, meanwhile, had been cooped up all weekend with her extended family, sleeping three to a room with no privacy. When Lexi invited Ana back to her house, Ana readily accepted. Once inside they went straight to Lexi’s room, where they started kissing and pawing at each other. Soon clothes started coming off and both girls were breathing hard and getting wet.
Ana stretched out on the bed and Lexi started working her way down the black girl’s body, noticing that Ana’s nipples were standing up remarkably tall, like two little trees reaching for the sky. After savoring them both she moved on, running a trail of saliva down Ana’s belly. Ana’s pubic hair hadn’t been trimmed for awhile and Lexi kissed down through the stubble before parting her legs and licking up and down her thighs.
When Lexi’s tongue touched Ana’s pussy Ana groaned and gripped the headboard with both hands. Eyes closed, blissed out from the sexual contact after days of going without, and still a little groggy from jet lag, Ana was slow to react when Lexi seized one of her wrists and tied it to the bedpost. She blinked her eyes a few times, not quite focusing, as Lexi lashed the other wrist to the other post with a belt.
After tying Ana’s ankles as well, Lexi stood back and surveyed her handiwork. When she’d tied up Jackie London a few days earlier, it had been completely an impulse, something that had popped into her head when she woke up in the morning; she had been surprised what a thrill she’d gotten out of it. Turned out she liked being in charge, maybe as much as being dominated. She wasn’t sure; further experimentation was necessary.
Climbing up onto the bed, Lexi straddled Ana and pushed her pussy into Ana’s face. Ana started to lap away obediently, surprised but not unhappy to be treated this way by Lexi, formerly the most timid of the cheerleaders. After a couple of minutes Lexi flipped around so they could 69. Ana came first, then Lexi, than Ana again, and then Lexi, after which she rolled off and took a minute to catch her breath.
Feeling relaxed and satisfied, Lexi freed Ana from her bonds. But Ana was far from finished; the second she was untied, she was on Lexi quick as a cat. Ana was bigger and stronger and was able to easily subdue Lexi and tie her wrists (not that Lexi struggled all that hard). Deciding to up the ante a little, Ana bent Lexi’s legs back over her head and tied them to the bedposts as well, leaving her in a very awkward and exposed position.
Ana took a moment to enjoy the sight of the splayed-open blonde, then left the room and made her way downstairs to the kitchen. After rummaging around for a minute – glancing back several times at the front door, suddenly paranoid that Lexi’s dad would return home unexpectedly – Ana found just what she was looking for: a nice, firm squash about eight inches long and three inches around.
Back in Lexi’s room, Ana closed and locked the door behind her, grinning wolfishly at her helpless, spread-eagled victim. After pushing the vegetable into Lexi’s mouth to give her a sense of its size, Ana spread Lexi’s pussy lips and eased the tip in. Lexi let out one of the uninhibited screams for which she was becoming famous, and Ana quickly penetrated her the rest of the way. There was no sense in holding back now; Ana gave Lexi a good, hard fucking and Lexi howled like an animal. If Lexi’s dad came home now, he would probably think his daughter was being murdered; but they would have to cross that bridge if and when they came to it.
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