Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 130

When Jane returned from the bedroom with the strap-on, she was momentarily hypnotized by the sight of Ella tongue-fucking Celeste. She stood watching Ella’s blond head bob between Celeste’s legs as the black girl moaned, writhed, and muttered in French. Only when Jessica yelled her name did Jane remember what she was doing and hand over the strap-on.

Jessica harnessed up and got down on one knee behind Ella, slapping her ass to get her attention. Ella looked back over her shoulder, saw the dildo dangling from Jessica’s crotch, and grinned mischievously. She shifted her weight back a little as Jessica cupped her wet pussy and pried her lips apart.

Easing the tip of the dildo into Ella’s cunt, Jessica grabbed a handful of the blonde’s hair and pulled her head back. Then Jessica thrust forward with all her strength, slamming the rest of the length into Ella and pushing Ella’s face forward into Celeste’s crotch. Ella tried her best to continue servicing Celeste as Jessica fucked her, but it was not easy; the thing just felt soooo good inside her, it was hard to think of anything else.

Assessing the situation, Jessica gripped Ella around the waist and rolled her over onto her back on the floor. She spread Ella’s legs and plunged in again, making Ella wail piteously. Jessica indicated that Celeste should sit on Ella’s face, which she did. By grinding herself on Ella’s nose Celeste was able to get herself off, while Ella had repeated orgasms from the pounding and the vibration of the dildo. Marie and Jane had taken seats on the couch, where they fingered each other as they watched.

When she felt Ella had been well and thoroughly fucked, Jessica stood up, tore off the strap-on, and positioned herself next to Celeste. It was clear what she wanted, and Celeste was happy to oblige her. Jessica was so keyed up that it took Celeste about three licks to make her come.

But that didn’t seem like enough, somehow. So Celeste stood up, spun Jessica around, and sat her down on the couch. Celeste dropped to her knees, Ella sat up, and they joined forces to lick Jessica all over before returning to focus again on her pussy.

On the couch opposite, Jane and Marie were now 69ing. Marie, who was on top, looked up and took in the scene in front of her. She could tell that her mistress would want a glass of cognac at that moment; so she climbed off Jane, poured a glass, and handed it to Jessica, who accepted gratefully. Marie then resumed her position on top of Jane, satisfied that she had done her duty.

* * *

That morning Olivia had texted Claire, who suggested that she come by the shop at closing time, 7:00. So Olivia drove to the mall in the late afternoon, did some shopping, and made her way over to the lingerie store a few minutes before 7.

Claire was finishing up with the last couple customers left in the store, so Olivia wandered around idly, browsing through the fancy bras and panties. After awhile she started daydreaming, having flashbacks to her tryst with Gina and Claire here in this very place. It got her juices flowing, but was also a bit bittersweet. She glanced over at Claire, who was looking especially gorgeous today — eyes lively and luminous, red mane lustrous and flowing. Olivia couldn’t blame Gina for wanting to be with her.

When the customers had gone Claire locked the front door and took a deep breath. “Long day today,” she said. “How are you?”

“I’m good,” answered Olivia. “Basically. You?”

“Can’t complain,” said Claire. “It’s our busy season here, so I’ve been a little frantic.”

“How’s Gina?” asked Olivia.

“She’s out of town for the week, visiting her family.” Claire looked Olivia straight in the eye, a serious expression on her face. “That reminds me, I’ve been wanting to say, I’m sorry for what happened with Gina and me. I mean, I’m not sorry it happened, but I’m sorry for how it happened. No one meant for you to get hurt.”

“Thanks,” said Olivia. “I’m over it. Mostly. I mean, yeah, it hurt, but it had to happen. It was just a matter of time.”

“Well, I want you to know I appreciate you,” said Claire, walking over and giving Olivia a kiss on the cheek. “Now, what was it you wanted to show me?”

They moved together to the back office of the shop, where they sat down in front of the computer. They went to the web site Lexi had found and saw the picture of the two of them posted there. Olivia felt a bit embarrassed seeing herself exposed in this way while sitting next to Claire – even though that was Claire’s head between her legs in the photo.

They couldn’t see any more without starting an account, so Claire did. When it came time to pay she pulled a credit card from the top drawer of the desk. “Company card,” she said to Olivia. “We’ll let Mimi pay for this.”

Once they had access to the site, they found a large library of photos from that day at Mimi’s. There was Claire licking tomato sauce off her own breast. There was Claire sucking Olivia’s nipples through her bra. Then the pictures became more graphic, showing Claire pulling Olivia’s panties aside to reveal her pussy, Olivia licking Claire as they 69ed.

Both girls experienced mixed emotions as they sat there clicking through the images. On the one hand, they felt exploited, knowing that sexually explicit photos of them were being sold without their permission. Olivia worried about who might see these pictures – but then again, anyone who saw them was probably on a porn site already, so who were they to judge?

And there was no denying that the pictures were incredibly sexy. Olivia and Claire couldn’t help being flattered by the way they were portrayed; the lighting and composition were perfect, the choice of camera angles impeccable. The text accompanying the photos told the story of two models on a shoot who got carried away and ended up having sex in front of the camera – which was more or less true, of course.

In the process of exploring the site they both inevitably started to get excited. It was weird, Olivia thought, to see yourself this way, and to know that strangers all around the world were looking at you too. It was also deeply arousing, and she could feel the juices flowing copiously between her legs. When she felt Claire’s hand on her knee, she knew they were going to be reliving the experience that night. It was just a question of how soon.


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Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 129

Jessica saw to it that Rebecca and Rose got something to eat, let them clean up, and had Marie and Jane lend them clothes (Marie was closest to Rose’s size, Jane to Rebecca’s). She set them up in the remaining guest bedroom and they went to bed early, looking considerably cheered up from when they’d arrived.

Was Jessica tempted to try something? Of course she was, but she recognized that it would be inappropriate under the circumstances, so she contented herself with having Marie lick her pussy while she lay back on the bed and let her mind wander.

* * *

In the morning Jessica called Tanya – who, she knew, had a large house with lots of room and was charitably inclined – and explained the situation. She had met two young women, she said, who had been in the clutches of a religious cult. After having a falling out, they had broken away and were now homeless.

All of this was more or less true, of course; Jessica didn’t feel the need to get into all the details. As she had expected, Tanya enthusiastically offered to let the two girls stay with her.

Early that afternoon Jessica drove Rebecca and Rose over to Tanya’s. Along the way she stopped and bought them some new clothes, noticing that they picked outfits a bit sexier than what she’d seen them in before. She also bought them a phone so they could stay in touch, and gave them each a wad of cash – which they tried to refuse, but Jessica insisted.

Once they got to Tanya’s, Jessica stayed around long enough to introduce them, but didn’t dawdle. Tanya fawned over the two girls, making them feel immediately at home, and Jessica sensed a nice chemistry between them. Maybe something interesting would develop there; maybe not. In the meantime, Jessica had other things on her mind. She was eager to start introducing Celeste to the rest of her community, and to that end, she’d invited Ella over for dinner that night.

When she got home Jessica was immediately struck by a delectable smell; Marie had planned Beef Burgundy for dinner, accompanied by a cheese souffle, and preparations were already underway. In the kitchen, Marie and Celeste were both bustling around in aprons. Jessica made it clear that she wanted all of them – but especially Celeste – to be nicely dressed when Ella arrived, and Marie nodded her understanding.

In the living room, Jane was once again absorbed in her mystery novel. Feeling the need for something to take the edge off, Jessica ordered Jane to the bedroom and had her strip. When she was naked Jessica tied her hands behind her back and bent her over for a spanking. Jessica offered no explanation, and Jane didn’t ask for one; they both assumed she deserved it for one reason or another.

When Jane’s ass was nice and warm Jessica broke out Magic the strap-on. Jane looked back over her shoulder, eyes glittering with anticipation, as Jessica tightened the straps and got ready. When everything was good and tight she flipped the switch and felt the mild vibration tingle through her clit.

Jessica used her knee to push Jane’s legs apart and plunged into her. It felt really good in that moment – not just the physical sensations but the feeling of power as Jane writhed beneath her, groaning passionately and angling her hips for maximum penetration. Jane had come four times and was just laying there in a helpless pool by the time Jessica finally got off.

Feeling relaxed and satisfied, Jessica untied Jane, dropped the strap-on next to her, and told her to clean it and make sure it was charged. Jane rolled over and nodded and Jessica headed for the bathroom. She took a luxurious bath, then a shower, and spent a long interval shaving, waxing, and exfoliating. She was sure tonight was going to be special – she didn’t know why, exactly, it just felt that way.

After getting dressed Jessica had Marie make her a martini and sat down in the living room. She was about halfway through her drink when Ella arrived, looking stunning in a black sheath dress, carrying two very nice bottles of wine. Her blond hair was shorter than usual and her skin looked radiant, like she’d just gotten a facial. “Hi, Jess,” she said as they kissed and hugged. “How you been?”

“Good,” answered Jessica truthfully. “Really, really good.”

Just then Marie appeared in a very cute new white dress, and right behind her was Celeste. Jessica almost gasped – Celeste looked absolutely stunning in a form-hugging scarlet-red dress cut low on the top and short at the bottom. Her ample cleavage and her muscular legs were both displayed to great advantage, and her big blue eyes caught the light just perfectly at this angle.

Jessica was so taken aback that she forgot to introduce Ella to Celeste; Ella, not being a shy person, went ahead and introduced herself. They kissed each other on both cheeks and exchanged a few sentences in French (Ella had picked up the language in her modeling days). But then Celeste said, “Please... I am trying to...” and here she looked over at Marie. “Work... on my Inglais. English, I mean,” she added, giggling coquettishly.

“Of course,” said Ella. “Your accent is very charming.”

After a round of cocktails they sat down for dinner. The food was stupendous, and they all dug in with gusto. There was chocolate mousse for dessert, and by the time it was gone they were extremely full and a little drowsy. Jessica assigned Marie and Jane to KP as she, Ella, and Celeste retired to the living room.

Jessica started a fire, put on some music, and poured cognac for them as Ella and Celeste talked. Ella asked Celeste a few questions about herself in English, but when she saw how much trouble the younger girl was having with the language, they switched to French. Soon they were chattering a mile a minute, and while Jessica was a little annoyed to be left out, she was glad to see them getting along so well.

After having a few minutes to digest and half a glass of cognac, Jessica felt her energy level rise and started to think about what was going to happen here tonight. Of course she wanted Ella and Celeste to get acquainted... intimately. But she didn’t want to push things too hard; that would make her no better than the pimps who had been holding Celeste captive. So she just sat, drank, and watched, enjoying the warmth of the fire and the company of these two beautiful women.

Soon, though, she noticed that the conversation had slowed down. Ella and Celeste were looking at her; they exchanged a few words in French, locked eyes briefly with each other, then looked back at Jessica. Jessica’s eyes met Celeste’s; there was a question in Celeste’s eyes, which Jessica answered in the affirmative.

This night marked the first time, but certainly not the last, when Jessica noticed that Celeste seemed to have a special gift for knowing what she, Jessica, wanted without being told. Celeste stood and walked over to where Ella was sitting on the couch; her breasts were right at Ella’s eye level. Ella looked over at Jessica, who nodded, then pulled down the top of Celeste’s dress. She was braless underneath, and her tits were luscious and full, her nipples sharply erect.

Jessica continued to sip her cognac but did not avert her eyes for one microsecond as Ella began to suckle on Celeste’s boobs. Jessica’s mouth began to water and her breath grew a little ragged. She had certainly enjoyed sucking those tits herself, but somehow watching Ella do it was almost better.

Celeste sank to her knees and reached around to loosen the zipper of Ella’s dress before releasing the older woman’s breasts from their captivity within. Unlike Celeste, Ella was wearing a bra, which Celeste carefully and gently unhooked and removed. Ella’s tits were not the biggest, but they were perfectly formed; Celeste cupped them in her hands and pressed the nipples with her thumbs. Ella shifted position slightly as Celeste leaned forward to take one breast, then the other, into her mouth.

Just then Marie appeared from the kitchen, but hung back, observing. She could tell that something special was happening here. Celeste was now bending all the way over, kissing Ella’s feet, her ankles, her calves, her knees. Celeste ran her tongue along the inside of Ella’s right knee and up her thigh; Ella leaned back, letting her dress ride up, her white cotton panties now peeking out from underneath.

Celeste kissed Ella’s pubis, then her pussy, through the thin white fabric before reaching beneath her dress to pull her panties down. Ella lifted her rump, then her legs, to help, and when the panties were off she spread her legs wide. It was very quiet in the room as Celeste slid two fingers between Ella’s pussy lips and separated them, revealing the pink canal underneath, then leaned forward and began to lick.

Ella moaned, her head fell back, and her hand found the back of Celeste’s head as Celeste’s tongue pushed inside her, then trailed upward to her clit. Jessica’s hand found its way to her crotch as she watched Celeste give Ella professional-quality, grade-A head. It was really quite inspirational to behold; Celeste was an artist with her hands and mouth.

Finished cleaning up, Jane walked in and stood next to Marie just as Ella came, thigh muscles spasming, toes flexing, a full-bodied moan issuing from her diaphragm. Wiping her mouth with one hand, Celeste sat back onto the floor; after that no one moved for a minute. Ella looked positively angelic laying there, dress bunched up around her midriff, a look of the purest bliss on her face.

Opening her eyes, Ella smiled down as Celeste, who beamed back at her. “Hell of a find, Jess,” said Ella, leaning forward to kiss Celeste on the forehead. She stood and shook off her dress, letting it fall to the floor. Standing Celeste up, Ella spun the younger woman around, unzipped her dress, and helped her out of it.

Now Ella sat Celeste down on the couch and knelt in front of her. Celeste was still wearing her black thong, which Ella gripped and pulled tight against her crotch, making her squirm. Then the thong came off and was tossed aside, exposing Celeste’s glistening-wet pussy. But Ella took her time getting to it, licking all around Celeste’s thighs and hips, breathing deeply the heady smell rising from between Celeste’s legs.

As Ella settled in to lick Celeste in earnest, the sight of her naked ass sticking out behind her gave Jessica an idea. She called Jane over and whispered, “Bring me Magic.”


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Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 128

After being away for Christmas, Lexi had arrived back in town that afternoon with her father, who’d been home for about half an hour before leaving on another business trip. She had spent the last few days with family, and been on her best behavior the whole time. So now she felt like cutting loose.

Unfortunately, everyone she knew seemed to be out of town. Even at Annalise’s the lights were out and there was no sign of life. So for lack of anything better to do she fired up her computer and started visiting her favorite porn sites.

She had been clicking around for awhile, finding a few interesting things but nothing that really grabbed her, when she saw an ad that made her look twice. It was a very small picture that was hard to make out, but the Asian girl in it certainly looked like....

She clicked on the link and was taken to the site, where there was a larger version of the same picture. At this size there was no doubt about it: It was Olivia, laying back naked on a white sheet. Her crotch was obscured by the back of a woman’s head, her eyes closed, her face contorted in pleasure.

The photo was black-and-white and artistically composed, but incredibly sexy. Lexi was immediately curious to see more, but there was only the one free sample on the site; she would have had to pay to see any more. And this made Lexi concerned about her classmate. Was Olivia involved in selling naked pictures of herself for money? Did she even know about this?

Lexi decided that she should call Olivia and talk to her about it. First, though, she needed to stare at this picture for awhile and touch herself.

* * *

It had been a quiet day at Jessica’s; the mistress of the house continued to catch up on her backlog of mail while Jane read a mystery novel, and Marie was giving Celeste an English lesson at the kitchen table when the doorbell rang.

Marie and Celeste were in the middle of conjugating a verb, and Jane was so engrossed in her reading that she didn’t even look up. So Jessica shrugged her shoulders and went to answer the door herself.

The faces of the two young women on the porch were familiar, but it took Jessica a moment to place them: It was her Jehovah’s Witness friends Rebecca and Rose. They looked different, though; their hair was mussed, and the expressions on their faces were distressed, almost panicky. Both of them looked like they’d been crying.

Jessica invited them in and ordered Jane to put her book down and make some tea. Once Rebecca and Rose were sitting down in the living room, Jessica said, “What’s up, girls? Is something wrong?”

They looked at each other and after a few seconds Rose answered. “My uncle, he came home early, he found us... doing stuff.” She looked down at the hands resting in her lap.

Rebecca started crying. “He said that we were going to hell, and that we had to leave and not come back.” Hearing that, Rose began weeping as well.

Jessica sighed. This was her fault, obviously. On the one hand, Rose and Rebecca were better off away from that repressive environment. On the other hand, what would happen to them now?

At that moment Jane arrived with the tea, and by the time she had served everyone Rose and Rebecca had stopped crying and things felt calmer. Jessica sipped her tea and thought. Having two more pretty girls on the premises wouldn’t be such a bad thing, but it was starting to get a little bit crowded in the house. Suddenly she was struck with a brilliant idea....

* * *

Olivia and her family didn’t celebrate Christmas, but they’d taken the opportunity to visit her mother’s family for a few days. Today they were on the way back and had just reached the outskirts of town when Olivia received a text from Lexi: “Need 2 talk to U.”

When she got home Olivia called Lexi and after they’d caught up for a couple minutes, Olivia asked, “So, what’s up?”

“Well....” answered Lexi. “It’s probably better if I just show you. Can you come over?”

Intrigued, Olivia quickly unpacked her suitcase – her mother insisted that this be done immediately upon one’s arrival at home – and headed over to Lexi’s. When she arrived Lexi handed her a beer and took her over to where the laptop was sitting on the dining room table.

“I was looking at some... stuff... online when I saw this,” Lexi explained.

Olivia recognized the photo immediately as one that Tara had taken of her and Claire. “Goddamn it,” she growled, taking a big swig from her bottle.

“Did you know about this?” asked Lexi.

“I knew about the picture,” said Olivia. “But it was supposed to be private.”

“That’s not cool,” opined Lexi.

“No, it’s not.” Olivia did some calculations in her head. She would have to get in touch with Claire about this. And that would probably mean dealing with Gina for the first time since their breakup. Suddenly she felt tired. I’ll deal with this tomorrow, she thought, and took a long chug of beer.

“It’s a gorgeous picture, though,” said Lexi, and Olivia suddenly noticed that Lexi was standing very close behind her.

“Yeah,” agreed Olivia, “I do look pretty hot, don’t I?” Lexi reached down and started massaging Olivia’s shoulders. Olivia didn’t resist; it felt really, really, really good. Soon she was feeling very relaxed... and then something more than relaxed, as Lexi leaned over and kissed her on the neck.

Hmmm, thought Olivia, it’s been awhile, hasn’t it? Next thing she knew Lexi had moved around in front of her, pulled off her shirt and bra, and started sucking on her tits. Getting down onto her knees, Lexi lifted Olivia’s skirt, pulled down her panties, and went down on her right there in the dining room.

After awhile they moved to the bedroom, got into a nice, comfortable 69 together, and took their time with it. It was good to be home.

Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 127

Over Christmas most of the family had been staying with Kat’s grandmother, but she had opted for the guest room at the nearby house of her Uncle Brian, J.J.’s father. At first she had regretted it.

Before this she hadn’t spent much time around J.J.’s stepmother, Lauren, who had married Brian a little over a year before. Initially Kat was confused by the way Lauren acted towards her – aloof, almost hostile. A few times she’d caught Lauren looking at her in a funny way, and when their eyes met, Lauren just stared straight through her, then after a few seconds abruptly looked away.

But on her second day there, Kat had dropped her phone on the floor and bent over to pick it up. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw Lauren staring at her ass, and realized: Oh, she’s into me. That was why she was acting so weird – she was trying to hide it. It all suddenly seemed so obvious, and Kat couldn’t believe she hadn’t figured it out before.

On the one hand, this was very flattering. Lauren was an extremely attractive woman – a tall redhead with an athletic build, and gorgeously crystalline blue-green eyes. She was also a full decade younger than Brian – a trophy wife, no doubt about it.

On the other hand, Kat wasn’t sure she liked Lauren all that much. They were on very different wavelengths. Kat found Lauren to be full of herself, stuck-up, and materialistic. And she wasn’t always very nice to J.J.

On the third hand Kat was horny. It had been a few days, and she had gotten used to a pretty steady diet of pussy. She found herself staring at Lauren’s body – which Lauren liked to show off with tight clothes and short skirts – and salivating a little bit.

Then again Lauren was her uncle’s wife. Kat had been with several married women in the last few months, but this was on a whole different level. In the end, she decided to take a wait-and-see attitude; she wouldn’t make any kind of move, but just let things happen. Still, at times she found herself flirting with Lauren, almost against her will. She kind of enjoyed playing this game without feeling particularly invested in the outcome.

On that particular morning, J.J. and her father had risen early to join the rest of the family for a long hike. Kat, who liked to sleep in whenever possible, had passed on the hike, as had Lauren, who was not the outdoorsy type.

It was late in the morning before Kat stirred, and even then she didn’t open her eyes, just rolled over onto her side. She had been having a sexy dream and was in no hurry to wake up.

Suddenly, though, she got a strange feeling, like she was being watched. She squinted her eyes and glanced to one side – and sure enough, there was Lauren, leaning in the doorway. In response, Kat rolled over onto her other side, but this time made sure her naked ass was sticking out from under the covers (she was sleeping in the nude, as usual). Then she just lay quietly, breathing, waiting.

Finally, a couple minutes later, Lauren crept over to the bed and sat down. Kat felt a warm hand run across her butt. She sighed quietly, as if still asleep. That simple touch melted all her resistance – her nipples got hard, her pussy got wet, and she was ready to go. The hell with everything else.

Lauren lifted the blanket still covering most of Kat’s body and slipped underneath. She spooned Kat from behind, kissing her on the neck. She reached one hand over to cup Kat’s breasts, pinched each nipple, then traced the hand down Kat’s belly and abdomen, through her pubic hair, and between her legs. Feeling one of Lauren’s fingers slide between her pussy lips and push inside, Kat decided there was no point being coy anymore. She rolled over and kissed Lauren hard on the mouth.

At this point Lauren was still fully dressed while Kat was naked, which hardly seemed fair. So Kat pulled Lauren’s T-shirt up and off, revealing a pair of smallish, high and tight breasts with thick brown nipples. Kat sucked them hungrily as Lauren continued to finger-fuck her. She was fully awake now, and then some; she felt aggressive, almost feral. She bit down forcefully on Lauren’s nipples, prompting a moan that was half pleasure, half pain.

Contorting herself, Kat turned sideways so she could pull Lauren’s yoga pants down and off. The smell of arousal was strong and intoxicating, and Kat wasted no time in climbing into 69 position atop the older woman. From there it was almost like a competition between them to see who could make the other come harder and faster. They gripped each other tightly, stabbing their tongues into each other, sucking each others’ clits.

Kat held on for as long as she could. For awhile she was right on the edge but kept her climax at bay by thinking profoundly unsexy thoughts – her least favorite foods, certain teachers at her school. Only when she felt Lauren bucking and spasming beneath her did she let go and feel a tremendously powerful orgasm wash over her.

Sitting back on her haunches, Kat let her weight press her wet pussy down onto Lauren’s face before climbing off. Lauren just lay there unmoving, legs splayed, eyes closed, face smeared with girl juice. As her orgasm subsided Kat started to feel mad at herself for having let herself go so easily. She had been weak, and now she wanted to feel strong.

Moving quickly and decisively, Kat rolled Lauren over onto her stomach and tied her hands behind her back with a belt. Lauren offered no resistance. Kat slid a pillow under her so her ass was lifted in the air, then took a deep breath and laid a good, solid smack on Lauren’s left cheek.

Lauren looked back over her shoulder at Kat, a crooked smile playing across her face. “That all you got?”

In answer, Kat hauled off and swatted her harder on the other cheek. Lauren grunted, but her expression didn’t change. She stared straight into Kat’s eyes, a challenge implicit in her gaze. Kat spanked her several more times, but didn’t get the reaction she wanted. She wasn’t sure what she was looking for, exactly... respect, maybe?

Kat decided to try a different tack. She went to the kitchen and found a nice, heavy wooden spoon. Returning to her room, she thwacked the spoon on the mattress a few times to test it. Lauren raised an eyebrow, then gasped slightly as the first blow landed on her rump. Kat took her time punishing Lauren’s ass with the spoon, turning it good and red, but still wasn’t satisfied with the effect she was having.

Finally she tossed the spoon aside and went to get the strap-on she had brought along, just in case. Opening her suitcase, Kat tossed aside the panties and socks that were covering the apparatus and picked it up. Its weight felt good in her hand. She whacked Lauren’s rear end with it a few times before harnessing up.

Once properly equipped, Kat walked around to where Lauren’s head was and dangled the strap-on in front of her. Her lips were slightly parted, and Kat eased the tip of the dildo between them. Holding the back of Lauren’s head with one hand, Kat thrust forward with her hips, forcing most of the shaft inside. She enjoyed watching the plastic cock disappear into Lauren’s mouth; it was a powerful feeling, as always, especially with the older woman’s hands still tied behind her back.

Kat continued to push in until Lauren started to gag, then eased off a bit. She moved in and out, in and out, fucking Lauren’s mouth until she felt like it was time. Then she pulled out – looking down briefly at Lauren’s eyes, which stared back wide and imploring – and moved around to the other side of the bed.

Kat spread Lauren’s legs, then used her thumbs to pry the older woman’s pussy lips apart. She slowly nudged the thick head of the dildo inside, watching Lauren’s cunt stretch to accommodate it, then abruptly and mercilessly drove the rest of the length in.

Lauren let out a helpless moan that made Kat feel like she was finally getting somewhere. She put every bit of focus and effort at her disposal into taming Lauren’s pussy – slamming into her, then short-stroking, then teasing her clit with the head. When Lauren finally came, she cut loose with a scream that the neighbors must have heard; Kat wondered if her husband and stepdaughter, many miles away, somehow sensed it.

Afterward, they both felt satisfied, though in different ways. They cleaned up and had breakfast, then just hung out, not saying much, but the vibe was relaxed and peaceful. Maybe they weren’t friends now, exactly, but on some level they understood each other. Later in the afternoon Lauren made margaritas and they settled down to wait for Brian and J.J. to come home. No one needed to know what had transpired here; it would be their little secret.