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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Monday, February 29, 2016
Monday, February 22, 2016
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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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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Thursday, October 15, 2015
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 118
After leaving Jessica’s Ella went into town to pick up a few things at the all-night pharmacy. She liked to shop at odd hours, like late Saturday night, when there aren’t many people around.
On the way home she spotted a familiar figure on the side of the road. It was Lexi, looking lonely and vulnerable on a poorly lit side street, her blonde hair peeking out from underneath a pink knit cap. Ella pulled up alongside her and rolled down the window.
“Hey, Lex,” she said. “Give you a ride somewhere?”
Lexi nodded and climbed into Ella’s SUV, which was pleasantly warm and fragrant. “Just home, please.” She’d had a bit of a rough night. Alone in the house, again, she’d decided to attend the party a classmate had invited her to. But she didn’t know anyone there except for Kat, who was preoccupied with Kaci. Lexi felt shy and out of place, and after wandering from room to room for awhile, she eventually just drifted away into the night and began the trudge home.
She directed Ella to her house, which was just a few blocks away, but when they pulled up in front, she made no move to get out.
“Could I ask you a favor?” said Lexi.
“Of course.”
“My dad’s out of town, and I hate going into the house when there’s nobody there. Would you come in with me for a minute?”
Ella agreed and turned off the engine. Inside, Lexi switched on a few lights and poked her head into each room to make sure no intruders were lurking. “How about a cup of tea?” she asked.
Ella hesitated; she hadn’t planned on staying out any later than this. Then again, her husband and kids would be asleep by now anyway, and a cup of tea did sound nice. She agreed and Lexi smiled warmly, putting the various teas on the table for Ella to choose from.
Sensing that Lexi was lonely, Ella lingered over her tea for a good long time, before finally indicating that she was ready to get going. “OK,” said Lexi, “but can you do me a favor first?”
“What?”
“Well, this is kind of silly, but sometimes I get scared going into my room when I’m alone. I’m afraid there’s going to be, like, a burglar hiding in there or something. Could you come up with me?”
“Sure,” answered Ella, and they climbed the stairs together and walked down the hall to Lexi’s room. Lexi flipped on the light, and no rapists or monsters jumped out at them.
Ella took a moment to look around. It most ways it was a typical teenage girl’s room, kind of messy with beauty products everywhere and band posters on the walls. But she also had some pretty interesting art in there, Matisse and Magritte and Monet, and Ella found herself revising upward her estimate of Lexi’s intelligence. She wondered whether, though a blonde herself, she had bought in to society’s preconception that blondes were dumber than other people.
Returning her attention to the room, Ella was surprised to see Lexi naked on her hands and knees on the bed, looking back over her shoulder. She was no longer the shy and uncertain girl of a few minutes earlier – the look on her face now was one of sly confidence. “I could really use a good spanking,” she said, her voice a husky growl. “Would you mind?”
Ella sighed with mock resignation. It looked like she wouldn’t be getting home for a while longer. How could you refuse such a request from a beautiful, blond, gloriously nude cheerleader? There was just no way.
But when it started, the spanking had some real force behind it; Ella was a bit annoyed with Lexi for drawing her in this way. She had a busy day coming up, and this little escapade was going to cost her some sleep. On the other hand, her pulse was pounding, her adrenaline was pumping, and her crotch was throbbing; she wasn’t going to be sleeping for awhile anyway, so she might as well enjoy herself.
In the midst of being spanked, Lexi managed to turn herself so that she could unbutton Ella’s jeans and pull them down, then slip a hand between the older woman’s thighs. They were exquisitely soft and sticky with secretions. Lexi slid a finger under the crotch of Ella’s panties and into her pussy, then brought the finger to her own mouth for a taste.
Finishing the spanking with decisive slaps to each butt cheek, Ella flipped Lexi over onto her back. For a moment she just stood looking down at the naked girl on the bed – Lexi reminded her of her younger self, except that Lexi was shorter and bustier. But she had that same look of innocence combined with sensuality that had made Ella a lot of money over the years.
Ella stepped out of her jeans and panties, and pulled off her t-shirt and bra. Leaning over the bed, she kissed Lexi on the mouth, then shifted forward a little so the younger girl could suckle on her tits. Lexi obliged with gusto, licking and nibbling on Ella’s nipples, then opening wide to take in full mouthfuls of boob.
Shifting forward again, Ella trailed her long torso over Lexi’s mouth, then pivoted 180 degrees so that her knees were straddling Lexi’s head. Lexi did not hesitate to stick out her tongue and get to work on the older woman’s pussy.
Reaching down to hold onto Lexi’s ample boobs, Ella ground hard against the cheerleader’s face, covering her nose and mouth in cunt juice. The two of them let out simultaneous moans, and then simultaneous giggles in response.
There was a mirror on the wall to her right in which Ella could see the top of Lexi’s blond head weaving from side to side between her legs. She also had a good angle on her own ass — which, she had to say, looked fantastic; all the yoga she’d been doing had paid off.
The top half of Lexi’s body was pinned under Ella but the lower half was squirming, her legs spread wide, glistening slit desperate for attention. Ella reached her arms out and inserted one finger between Lexi’s pussy lips – feeling the girl stiffen beneath her – then used both hands to pry them apart, revealing the bright pink inside.
When Ella very gently brushed one fingertip against Lexi’s clit, Lexi shook so violently that Ella almost lost her balance. So she transferred her weight forward, braced herself with both hands, and leaned down until her head was between Lexi’s legs. Lexi wrapped her arms around Ella, digging her nails into the older woman’s back, and they licked each other fiercely until both were spent.
Afterwards Ella crawled up next to Lexi and pulled a blanket over them. Lexi rolled over onto her side, rested her head on Ella’s shoulder, and closed her eyes. Within minutes she was breathing heavily, but Ella generously waited until she was absolutely sure Lexi was asleep before sliding out from underneath, dressing, and finally heading home for the night.
On the way home she spotted a familiar figure on the side of the road. It was Lexi, looking lonely and vulnerable on a poorly lit side street, her blonde hair peeking out from underneath a pink knit cap. Ella pulled up alongside her and rolled down the window.
“Hey, Lex,” she said. “Give you a ride somewhere?”
Lexi nodded and climbed into Ella’s SUV, which was pleasantly warm and fragrant. “Just home, please.” She’d had a bit of a rough night. Alone in the house, again, she’d decided to attend the party a classmate had invited her to. But she didn’t know anyone there except for Kat, who was preoccupied with Kaci. Lexi felt shy and out of place, and after wandering from room to room for awhile, she eventually just drifted away into the night and began the trudge home.
She directed Ella to her house, which was just a few blocks away, but when they pulled up in front, she made no move to get out.
“Could I ask you a favor?” said Lexi.
“Of course.”
“My dad’s out of town, and I hate going into the house when there’s nobody there. Would you come in with me for a minute?”
Ella agreed and turned off the engine. Inside, Lexi switched on a few lights and poked her head into each room to make sure no intruders were lurking. “How about a cup of tea?” she asked.
Ella hesitated; she hadn’t planned on staying out any later than this. Then again, her husband and kids would be asleep by now anyway, and a cup of tea did sound nice. She agreed and Lexi smiled warmly, putting the various teas on the table for Ella to choose from.
Sensing that Lexi was lonely, Ella lingered over her tea for a good long time, before finally indicating that she was ready to get going. “OK,” said Lexi, “but can you do me a favor first?”
“What?”
“Well, this is kind of silly, but sometimes I get scared going into my room when I’m alone. I’m afraid there’s going to be, like, a burglar hiding in there or something. Could you come up with me?”
“Sure,” answered Ella, and they climbed the stairs together and walked down the hall to Lexi’s room. Lexi flipped on the light, and no rapists or monsters jumped out at them.
Ella took a moment to look around. It most ways it was a typical teenage girl’s room, kind of messy with beauty products everywhere and band posters on the walls. But she also had some pretty interesting art in there, Matisse and Magritte and Monet, and Ella found herself revising upward her estimate of Lexi’s intelligence. She wondered whether, though a blonde herself, she had bought in to society’s preconception that blondes were dumber than other people.
Returning her attention to the room, Ella was surprised to see Lexi naked on her hands and knees on the bed, looking back over her shoulder. She was no longer the shy and uncertain girl of a few minutes earlier – the look on her face now was one of sly confidence. “I could really use a good spanking,” she said, her voice a husky growl. “Would you mind?”
Ella sighed with mock resignation. It looked like she wouldn’t be getting home for a while longer. How could you refuse such a request from a beautiful, blond, gloriously nude cheerleader? There was just no way.
But when it started, the spanking had some real force behind it; Ella was a bit annoyed with Lexi for drawing her in this way. She had a busy day coming up, and this little escapade was going to cost her some sleep. On the other hand, her pulse was pounding, her adrenaline was pumping, and her crotch was throbbing; she wasn’t going to be sleeping for awhile anyway, so she might as well enjoy herself.
In the midst of being spanked, Lexi managed to turn herself so that she could unbutton Ella’s jeans and pull them down, then slip a hand between the older woman’s thighs. They were exquisitely soft and sticky with secretions. Lexi slid a finger under the crotch of Ella’s panties and into her pussy, then brought the finger to her own mouth for a taste.
Finishing the spanking with decisive slaps to each butt cheek, Ella flipped Lexi over onto her back. For a moment she just stood looking down at the naked girl on the bed – Lexi reminded her of her younger self, except that Lexi was shorter and bustier. But she had that same look of innocence combined with sensuality that had made Ella a lot of money over the years.
Ella stepped out of her jeans and panties, and pulled off her t-shirt and bra. Leaning over the bed, she kissed Lexi on the mouth, then shifted forward a little so the younger girl could suckle on her tits. Lexi obliged with gusto, licking and nibbling on Ella’s nipples, then opening wide to take in full mouthfuls of boob.
Shifting forward again, Ella trailed her long torso over Lexi’s mouth, then pivoted 180 degrees so that her knees were straddling Lexi’s head. Lexi did not hesitate to stick out her tongue and get to work on the older woman’s pussy.
Reaching down to hold onto Lexi’s ample boobs, Ella ground hard against the cheerleader’s face, covering her nose and mouth in cunt juice. The two of them let out simultaneous moans, and then simultaneous giggles in response.
There was a mirror on the wall to her right in which Ella could see the top of Lexi’s blond head weaving from side to side between her legs. She also had a good angle on her own ass — which, she had to say, looked fantastic; all the yoga she’d been doing had paid off.
The top half of Lexi’s body was pinned under Ella but the lower half was squirming, her legs spread wide, glistening slit desperate for attention. Ella reached her arms out and inserted one finger between Lexi’s pussy lips – feeling the girl stiffen beneath her – then used both hands to pry them apart, revealing the bright pink inside.
When Ella very gently brushed one fingertip against Lexi’s clit, Lexi shook so violently that Ella almost lost her balance. So she transferred her weight forward, braced herself with both hands, and leaned down until her head was between Lexi’s legs. Lexi wrapped her arms around Ella, digging her nails into the older woman’s back, and they licked each other fiercely until both were spent.
Afterwards Ella crawled up next to Lexi and pulled a blanket over them. Lexi rolled over onto her side, rested her head on Ella’s shoulder, and closed her eyes. Within minutes she was breathing heavily, but Ella generously waited until she was absolutely sure Lexi was asleep before sliding out from underneath, dressing, and finally heading home for the night.
Friday, July 24, 2015
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 114
After breakfast, Kat, Kelly, and Lexi went into town together to do some Christmas shopping, while Olivia and Ana headed home. There were warm hugs all around, and a few tears were shed; this was the end of an era, after all.
As she walked Olivia dialed Gina’s number. She was hoping that they would be able to get together that evening, as Olivia’s parents were on a weekend trip, giving her a rare opportunity to spend the night. But Gina hadn’t returned her calls or texts for the last couple days, and this worried her – especially since in her last mental image of Gina, Gina was in bed with Claire.
Since that night Olivia had been nagged by a sense of unease, but she’d been too busy to think about it much. Deep down, this thing with Gina had always felt like a bit of a dream, one she was sure to wake up from sooner or later. At times when they were together it felt more like two girls playing house than grown women carrying on a torrid affair.
The phone rang and rang, and Olivia was just about to give up when she heard Gina’s voice on the other end. “Hi, it’s me,” said Olivia, and when Gina answered, she did not exactly sound overjoyed. This worried Olivia further still.
They caught up for a few minutes before Gina finally got around to what she had to say. Olivia had been right to be worried; Gina and Claire had been spending a lot of time together, and soon it was clear to Olivia that she was being dumped. “I care about you very much,” said Gina, “but Claire is an adult and we can have a real relationship. What you and I had could never last, isn’t that obvious?”
Olivia had to agree that it was, though it didn’t make her not feel hurt. When they finally hung up Olivia felt the tears welling up in her eyes, but she was determined to make it home before succumbing. As soon as she arrived she went to her room and lay on her bed bawling for the better part of an hour. She was surprised at the depth of the feelings this turn of events brought out in her. She guessed she had been somewhat in denial about how much Gina meant to her. On a rational level, she knew that this breakup was inevitable; but on an emotional level, it still stung.
When at last she felt cried out, Olivia stripped and took a long, hot shower. She felt, all at once, sad, angry, defiant, resolute, and strangely invigorated. By the time she was drying herself off she had come to a decision: she would get laid tonight, come hell or high water. She went through a mental list of possible candidates but came up empty; everyone was busy, out of town, or just not right for the occasion for one reason or another.
After getting dressed she sat down at her computer, got on the local Craigslist, and composed a short but sweet post for the “Women Seeking Women” section: “18 y.o. hottie looking for older woman to play with. Let’s have some fun tonight.” She attached a selfie of her tits and sat back in her chair, hardly believing what she’d just done.
* * *
That evening Samantha, Betty Ann, Janice, and Ella had managed to carve out a little personal time for themselves. The Christmas season was in full swing; they had been busy preparing for the holiday all week and tomorrow would be Christmas Eve, marking the beginning of a long series of commitments and obligations; but tonight was just for them, to rest and recharge their batteries.
Janice had the keys to Jessica’s house while she was gone, so they gathered there, drinking wine and watching bad TV. Everyone was a little horny but also very tired, so nobody made the first move.
Most of them were content but Janice was restless. This night was special, she felt, a few stolen hours that should be used for something. As the others watched TV she sat there with an iPad in her lap, initially watching porn, but nothing she found held her interest. But then she decided to get real and looked on the “Women Seeking Women” section of the local Craigslist. In their little town there was rarely anything of interest there; but tonight there was a post from an “18 y.o. hottie,” and though it was likely just bullshit, where was the harm in giving it a shot? Janice composed a quick response and sent it off, expecting nothing, but happy just having tried.
* * *
In the late afternoon Olivia had fallen asleep for a couple of hours, and when she woke up the first thing she did was check her messages. She was disappointed, though also maybe a little relieved, to find no response to her post. She made herself a cup of tea and flipped on the TV, then sat watching stupid reality shows for the better part of 90 minutes.
At this point she was starting to feel fidgety, so she went to check her messages again, and this time there was one. “Hi there sweetie pie,” it said. “Come party with me.” The message included an
attachment, a picture of a brown-haired beaver, and an address. Steeling her nerves, Olivia sent an affirmative response and went to her room to pick out clothes. She settled on a tight tank top and her shortest skirt, then touched up her lip gloss and slipped on her mother’s full-length overcoat – it was cold outside.
The address was on a street Olivia recognized, maybe a half-mile away, and the whole time she was walking she tried to talk herself out of what she was doing. “This is crazy,” she told herself. “This is how you get murdered, or kidnapped, or sold into slavery.” But her feet just kept moving, seemingly of their own accord.
It was only as she was walking up the driveway that she realized why the address had seemed familiar – it was Jessica’s house. This gave her pause. It would be embarrassing to show up this way, looking like someone who fucked random strangers – which maybe she was now, or wanted to be, but she didn’t want to advertise it to people she knew.
On the other hand, her pussy had been warming up the whole way over, as she imagined all the things that might happen to her – some of them terrible, some of them amazing, and there wasn’t always a clear line between the two. Plus it was freezing out, and she didn’t relish the prospect of walking back home. So she went up to the front door.
Even so, she paused. She could see people inside and couldn’t quite bring herself to ring the doorbell. But just then Janice spotted her and came to the door.
The door swung open to reveal Janice standing there with a triumphant, leering smile. “Well well well,” she said. “Isn’t this a coincidence.”
Janice gestured for Olivia to enter and helped her off with her coat. Seeing Ella, Samantha, and Betty there, Olivia blushed. They all said hi and she said hi back, then there were a few seconds of awkward silence. Finally Janice spoke up. “I knew you were a slut, Olivia,” she said, “but I didn’t know you were this much of a slut.”
Olivia’s face reddened a little more, and she felt an electric rush between her legs. Being called a slut always made her either really mad or really excited, and this was one of the latter.
Janice moved quickly now. She was a pretty aggressive person normally, and even more so when she’d been drinking; tonight she was on her fourth margarita. She stripped off Olivia’s top and slapped her boobs a little to make them bounce. Then she found a pair of nipple clamps and clipped them on, turning Olivia around and bending her over the couch.
In this position the short skirt did not begin to cover Olivia’s ass, which was now high in the air. Janice gave it a few good smacks, then hooked her fingers into the waistband of Olivia’s panties and pulled them off.
After pausing to take a long pull on her margarita, Janice handcuffed Olivia’s hands behind her back and began to browse through Jessica’s implements of discipline.
“Sluts like you need to be punished,” asserted Janice. “I think we can all agree on that.” There was a murmur of assent from the crowd, and even Olivia nodded her head. Yes, she thought, I do need this. I deserve it. I want it, even.
After a minute Janice settled on the tawse and lifted it into the air, taking a few practice swings and bringing it up against Olivia’s rear to measure the distance. Then the punishment began.
Janice was not as gentle as Jessica normally was. Olivia’s ass quickly turned bright red and Janice kept up a steady rhythm, alternating cheeks, pausing occasionally only to reach down and run her hand across Olivia’s pussy, which was increasingly sopping wet.
Olivia’s cries grew louder and more anguished, and Betty and Samantha exchanged glances, wondering if they should put a stop to this. Olivia was their daughters’ friend and teammate, after all. But the look in Olivia’s eyes said she was OK. In fact, she was glad to have the emotional pain she’d been feeling replaced with physical pain. She was a little sad when Janice finally left off; she had surrendered fully to the moment, eyes closed, completely out of time.
When Olivia opened her eyes Janice was standing over her, naked from the waist down. Smirking, Janice grabbed a handful of Olivia’s hair and pulled the younger girl’s head into her crotch. Olivia went happily to work there, breathing in the mingled smell of girl juice and sweat. Janice gripped Olivia’s head tightly, mashing her clit against Olivia’s face, smothering Olivia with her wet hole. Finally the orgasm hit her and Janice released the cheerleader, who came up gasping for air but looking serene, beautiful, even dignified.
“OK,” said Janice, licking her lips. “Who’s next?”
Betty, Ella, and Samantha all deferred to each other, trying to be
polite. Ella finally shrugged her shoulders and said, “I’ll go.”
Janice had opened another drawer and now fastened a collar around Olivia’s
neck, hooked a leash into the collar, and handed the leash to Ella.
Smiling her most dazzling supermodel smile, Ella slowly wound the leash
around her hand, drawing Olivia closer. Olivia struggled forward on her
knees, hands still bound behind her back, until she was kneeling at
Ella’s feet. Ella leaned forward and gave her a warm, wet, delicious
kiss.
Now Ella stood, shucked off her jeans and panties, and settled back down on the couch with her legs spread wide. She tugged on the leash and Olivia scooted forward, bending down to kiss and lick Ella’s wonderful thighs. Her thighs were the best: long, strong, soft, and smooth. Olivia lavished them with attention for so long that Ella finally grew impatient, yanking on the leash to pull
Olivia's mouth over to her crotch.
Olivia got the
message and ran her tongue across Ella’s slit. She tasted amazing, like
candy, and Olivia needed no further encouragement, slurping Ella’s
pussy with gusto.
Janice, meanwhile, had equipped
herself with a strap-on and now got down onto one knee behind Olivia.
She pried Olivia open with two fingers and slipped the tip of the dildo
inside. Olivia’s entire body went rigid, then slowly relaxed as Janice
eased the rest of the way in.
Ella and Olivia both had multiple orgasms, and when Janice pulled out Olivia sat back onto her haunches, feeling pretty well satisfied. But Janice wasn’t going to let her get away without servicing the other two ladies present. It was getting pretty late by the time the party broke up, and Janice invited Olivia to spend the night there at Jessica’s with her.
Olivia accepted, and when they crawled into bed together, it felt surprisingly natural. Olivia found Janice every bit as tender as she had earlier been strict. Resting her head on Janice’s shoulder, Olivia sighed and felt every ounce of tension leave her body. When Janice wrapped both arms around her, Olivia felt warm comforted, and drifted off into a quiet and restful slumber.
Wednesday, July 9, 2014
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 93
Tuesday morning Annalise got a message from Janice inviting her to yoga class that afternoon. At first she was hesitant; she was a little embarrassed at the way she’d been degraded by Lexi, Ana, Janice, and Ella, and at what a willing participant she’d been. But thinking of it she felt her pussy began to moisten, and she knew that there was no way she could refuse the invitation.
Janice used one of her guest passes for Annalise, who set up in a space between Janice and Ella. Looking around at the class, which was made up of women of all ages, all of them beautiful in their own way, Annalise felt privileged to be there. For a moment she focused on Ella, who looked especially gorgeous today, with her hair pinned back and wearing a black bodystocking that showed off her lithe form.
But even Ella was put in the shade by the teacher, Serena, who to Annalise looked like a creature from another planet. She was tall, athletic, and seemingly glowing with life and energy. As the class began, Annalise had a hard time taking her eyes off Serena, which was fine since she was the teacher and everyone was looking at her anyway.
It was a sunny and warm in the studio, and soon Annalise began to sweat. She found it difficult to concentrate on the poses, surrounded as she was by such stunning beauty; she looked around from Janice to Ella, to a particularly lovely brown-haired specimen in the corner, and back to Serena, and lustful, wild thoughts ran through her head. She realized that she was soaking wet between the legs, and was glad she was wearing a dark color that would hopefully serve as camouflage.
Annalise’s sex life had never been very exciting. Her former husband had not been very passionate or interesting in bed, and though she had sometimes considered an affair no good opportunity had ever presented itself. By the time they divorced, she was almost 40 and didn’t find herself much in demand; and also she was shy and not very good at flirting or meeting new people. When Lexi and her father moved in next door, it had taken awhile for her to get up the nerve to approach them. When she did, the result had been unexpected, but certainly enjoyable. Now that she had been introduced to the joys of woman-on-woman love, a whole new world was opening up for her.
After class Annalise hung around talking with Janice, Ella, and Serena — though she had difficulty forming sentences, so awed was she by Serena’s statuesque beauty. Janice told the others that she had the keys to Jessica’s house while Jessica was out of town, and invited them over for a drink. All three readily accepted.
At Jessica’s Annalise excused herself to go to the bathroom, and while she was there she became engrossed in the book she found sitting on the toilet tank, which was filled with pictures of women in bondage. By the time she returned to the living room, Ella was naked on the couch with her legs spread, Janice kneeling between them. Serena sat off to one side watching, also naked, fingering herself with her right hand while her left held a glass of Prosecco.
Annalise saw half-empty glasses on the coffee table next to Janice and Ella and a full one on the opposite site, which she picked up and sipped without taking her eyes off the scene before her. Her eyes met Serena’s and Serena favored her with a big smile, green eyes glittering with mischief and vitality. Annalise knew exactly what she wanted to do, and after taking a big gulp of wine, she set her glass down and did it.
She sank to her knees in front of Serena, put her hands on the blonde’s knees, and pushed them all the way open. The mingled scent of sweat and arousal rising from between Serena’s legs was truly intoxicating, and just for a second Annalise thought she might faint. But then she recovered herself and leaned down to kiss those firm thighs, running her tongue along the magnificent muscles. Serena tensed and gripped Annalise’s shoulder with her hand, sinking down in her chair so that her legs could splay further apart.
Annalise had had quite a bit of practice eating pussy lately, and for that she was glad, as she did not want to disappoint this goddess. She put every ounce of effort she could muster into pleasuring Serena, licking all around and gradually focusing in on her clit, which was every bit as impressive as the rest of her. As Serena’s orgasm approached, her powerful thighs held Annalise’s head in a vise-like grip. Annalise struggled to breathe and just as she thought she was about to pass out, suffocated in cunt juice and ecstasy, Serena came loudly and relaxed her leg muscles.
Sitting back on her haunches, Annalise looked up, her vision blurred and vague. When it finally came into focus, she saw Janice standing over her, massaging lube onto a strap-on. Behind Serena stood Ella, also strapped. Serena took Ella’s dildo into her mouth as Janice knelt down behind Annalise.
Annalise felt her hands pulled behind her back and handcuffed together, then Janice bent her forward so that her head was once again between Serena’s legs. Serena pulled her close with one hand and Annalise resumed gently lapping at the blonde as Janice pried her pussy lips open.
Once Janice penetrated her, though, Annalise forgot what she was doing and rested her head on the edge of the chair. She had been needing this, and the feeling of fullness was incredibly delicious. She gritted her teeth and rocked her hips backward to meet Janice’s thrusts. After a few initial pumps Janice took it slow, holding back a little, making Annalise do most of the work.
Serena, meanwhile, rolled gracefully off the chair and assumed a downward dog position on the floor, pushing her naked rump in the air toward Ella. Grinning, Ella took a step forward, smacked Serena loudly on the ass, then proceeded to give her a good hard fucking. Serena fell down onto her elbows, then her hands and knees, and finally all the way onto the floor as Ella slammed into her.
There may have been a little something extra behind Ella’s treatment of Serena. They were of a similar type, tall blondes, but Serena had bigger tits and was 10 years younger; everyone fawned over Serena, and this made Ella jealous, though she basically had nothing against the younger woman. She enjoyed making Serena scream, even though they were screams of pleasure; to add a little pain, she reached down and twisted Serena’s nipple.
When Ella was done with her, Serena had come violently three times and lay still on the floor, a line of sweat running down her back. Ella walked over and sat down in front of Annalise, who had lifted her head and was now gripping the edge of the chair, grinding rhythmically back into Janice. Ella guided Annalise’s mouth to her crotch and pushed the strap-on into it, giving Annalise another taste of Serena’s delicious juices.
Now Ella pulled off her strap-on and spread her legs, pulling her pussy lips apart for Annalise, who obligingly drove her tongue inside. About this time Serena raised her head and caught sight of a clock, realizing that she needed to get to her evening class post-haste. After dressing quickly she lingered for a moment in the doorway, watching a massive orgasm rip through Annalise, who leaned forward and clamped down on Ella’s clit. Then Ella came too, rising up on her feet to rub her wet pussy on Annalise’s face.
Serena said goodbye and was out the door, soon followed by Ella, who had to get home for dinner. That left Janice looking down at the naked and handcuffed Annalise, thinking.
Janice used one of her guest passes for Annalise, who set up in a space between Janice and Ella. Looking around at the class, which was made up of women of all ages, all of them beautiful in their own way, Annalise felt privileged to be there. For a moment she focused on Ella, who looked especially gorgeous today, with her hair pinned back and wearing a black bodystocking that showed off her lithe form.
But even Ella was put in the shade by the teacher, Serena, who to Annalise looked like a creature from another planet. She was tall, athletic, and seemingly glowing with life and energy. As the class began, Annalise had a hard time taking her eyes off Serena, which was fine since she was the teacher and everyone was looking at her anyway.
It was a sunny and warm in the studio, and soon Annalise began to sweat. She found it difficult to concentrate on the poses, surrounded as she was by such stunning beauty; she looked around from Janice to Ella, to a particularly lovely brown-haired specimen in the corner, and back to Serena, and lustful, wild thoughts ran through her head. She realized that she was soaking wet between the legs, and was glad she was wearing a dark color that would hopefully serve as camouflage.
Annalise’s sex life had never been very exciting. Her former husband had not been very passionate or interesting in bed, and though she had sometimes considered an affair no good opportunity had ever presented itself. By the time they divorced, she was almost 40 and didn’t find herself much in demand; and also she was shy and not very good at flirting or meeting new people. When Lexi and her father moved in next door, it had taken awhile for her to get up the nerve to approach them. When she did, the result had been unexpected, but certainly enjoyable. Now that she had been introduced to the joys of woman-on-woman love, a whole new world was opening up for her.
After class Annalise hung around talking with Janice, Ella, and Serena — though she had difficulty forming sentences, so awed was she by Serena’s statuesque beauty. Janice told the others that she had the keys to Jessica’s house while Jessica was out of town, and invited them over for a drink. All three readily accepted.
At Jessica’s Annalise excused herself to go to the bathroom, and while she was there she became engrossed in the book she found sitting on the toilet tank, which was filled with pictures of women in bondage. By the time she returned to the living room, Ella was naked on the couch with her legs spread, Janice kneeling between them. Serena sat off to one side watching, also naked, fingering herself with her right hand while her left held a glass of Prosecco.
Annalise saw half-empty glasses on the coffee table next to Janice and Ella and a full one on the opposite site, which she picked up and sipped without taking her eyes off the scene before her. Her eyes met Serena’s and Serena favored her with a big smile, green eyes glittering with mischief and vitality. Annalise knew exactly what she wanted to do, and after taking a big gulp of wine, she set her glass down and did it.
She sank to her knees in front of Serena, put her hands on the blonde’s knees, and pushed them all the way open. The mingled scent of sweat and arousal rising from between Serena’s legs was truly intoxicating, and just for a second Annalise thought she might faint. But then she recovered herself and leaned down to kiss those firm thighs, running her tongue along the magnificent muscles. Serena tensed and gripped Annalise’s shoulder with her hand, sinking down in her chair so that her legs could splay further apart.
Annalise had had quite a bit of practice eating pussy lately, and for that she was glad, as she did not want to disappoint this goddess. She put every ounce of effort she could muster into pleasuring Serena, licking all around and gradually focusing in on her clit, which was every bit as impressive as the rest of her. As Serena’s orgasm approached, her powerful thighs held Annalise’s head in a vise-like grip. Annalise struggled to breathe and just as she thought she was about to pass out, suffocated in cunt juice and ecstasy, Serena came loudly and relaxed her leg muscles.
Sitting back on her haunches, Annalise looked up, her vision blurred and vague. When it finally came into focus, she saw Janice standing over her, massaging lube onto a strap-on. Behind Serena stood Ella, also strapped. Serena took Ella’s dildo into her mouth as Janice knelt down behind Annalise.
Annalise felt her hands pulled behind her back and handcuffed together, then Janice bent her forward so that her head was once again between Serena’s legs. Serena pulled her close with one hand and Annalise resumed gently lapping at the blonde as Janice pried her pussy lips open.
Once Janice penetrated her, though, Annalise forgot what she was doing and rested her head on the edge of the chair. She had been needing this, and the feeling of fullness was incredibly delicious. She gritted her teeth and rocked her hips backward to meet Janice’s thrusts. After a few initial pumps Janice took it slow, holding back a little, making Annalise do most of the work.
Serena, meanwhile, rolled gracefully off the chair and assumed a downward dog position on the floor, pushing her naked rump in the air toward Ella. Grinning, Ella took a step forward, smacked Serena loudly on the ass, then proceeded to give her a good hard fucking. Serena fell down onto her elbows, then her hands and knees, and finally all the way onto the floor as Ella slammed into her.
There may have been a little something extra behind Ella’s treatment of Serena. They were of a similar type, tall blondes, but Serena had bigger tits and was 10 years younger; everyone fawned over Serena, and this made Ella jealous, though she basically had nothing against the younger woman. She enjoyed making Serena scream, even though they were screams of pleasure; to add a little pain, she reached down and twisted Serena’s nipple.
When Ella was done with her, Serena had come violently three times and lay still on the floor, a line of sweat running down her back. Ella walked over and sat down in front of Annalise, who had lifted her head and was now gripping the edge of the chair, grinding rhythmically back into Janice. Ella guided Annalise’s mouth to her crotch and pushed the strap-on into it, giving Annalise another taste of Serena’s delicious juices.
Now Ella pulled off her strap-on and spread her legs, pulling her pussy lips apart for Annalise, who obligingly drove her tongue inside. About this time Serena raised her head and caught sight of a clock, realizing that she needed to get to her evening class post-haste. After dressing quickly she lingered for a moment in the doorway, watching a massive orgasm rip through Annalise, who leaned forward and clamped down on Ella’s clit. Then Ella came too, rising up on her feet to rub her wet pussy on Annalise’s face.
Serena said goodbye and was out the door, soon followed by Ella, who had to get home for dinner. That left Janice looking down at the naked and handcuffed Annalise, thinking.
Thursday, May 29, 2014
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 87
Ana had accepted the offer of a ride home from Ella and Janice, but once they were on the road Ella had said that her family was out of town visiting relatives and wouldn’t be back till late. This meant that she had the house all to herself, a rare opportunity, so would Janice and Ana like to come over? They readily accepted; neither had ever seen Ella’s house before.
It was a huge, beautiful home on more than an acre not far from the town’s golf course. In the early part of the afternoon the three of them gave each other facials and manicures, then spent some time in the hot tub. Later in the day they retired to the bedroom — a huge, immaculately furnished boudoir with a king-sized bed — and the two older woman spent a long time feasting on Ana’s succulent young body.
Ana liked being the center of attention and was in no hurry to get home, so she was still at Ella’s when a message came through from Lexi with the offer of a bit of fun at Annalise’s. Ana asked if she could bring a couple of guests along, and Lexi said sure, the more the merrier.
Ella, Janice, and Ana dressed and piled into the car, and Ana directed them to Annalise’s house. Inside they found Lexi next to what appeared to be a mummy wrapped in black duct tape. “Hmmm, interesting,” said Ana. “What have you been up to here?”
“Just trying something out,” answered Lexi. “I think it will be fun to unwrap her.”
She had wrapped Annalise in strips of tape several feet long, and they took turns peeling them off one at a time. After 10 minutes or so they were finally down to bare skin; Ana pulled off a strip that went across Annalise’s belly and she moaned through the tape covering her mouth. Janice, up next, exposed one breast, which she leaned down and took into her mouth. Ella then reached over and ripped off the tape covering the other breast, giving Annalise an interesting experience in simultaneous pleasure and pain.
As Ella bent over to suckle also, Lexi and Ana worked on Annalise’s lower body. After a few minutes they had managed to get her crotch unwrapped while her legs were still taped together; Lexi jammed one hand between her soft thighs, feeling the wetness there, and managed to get two fingers inside despite the fact that Annalise’s legs wouldn’t open.
Ana now went to work on getting access to Annalise’s mouth, unwrapping the lower part of her face to reveal the single piece of tape covering her mouth. Gripping one end, Ana counted to three and decisively ripped off the tape, drawing from Annalise a helpless scream that was quickly smothered by one of Ana’s boobs.
At this point Janice, who was not the world’s most patient woman, took charge. At her behest they lifted Annalise and carried her to the bedroom, where they laid her down on the bed. The lower part of her face, as well as her shoulders and chest, were now exposed, as was her crotch. But lengths of tape still encircled her stomach, binding her arms to her sides, and her legs were still taped from the knees down. And of course her eyes were still covered; she had no way of knowing who was now molesting her. All she knew was that she felt hands and mouths on her, and that she heard several different voices, some of which were unfamiliar. One of them, she was sure, belonged to Ana, and she guessed that the breast that had just been in her mouth did as well.
Standing around the bed, Lexi, Janice, Ella, and Ana undressed, ready to get down to serious business. “Stick out your tongue,” ordered Janice, and Annalise obeyed. Janice encouraged Ella to sit on Annalise’s face and she did so, spreading her pussy lips with her fingers as she sank down onto the waiting mouth. For a minute they all just watched Ella ride Annalise’s face, her tits swaying gently, soft moans falling from her mouth. Ella was an exquisitely beautiful woman, and to watch her receive pleasure was a joy in itself.
Janice had brought some scissors from the kitchen and, starting from the knees, she cut the tape between Annalise’s legs until she was able to open them, though the tape still stuck around the outsides. Annalise’s crotch and thighs glistened with sweat and pussy juice; licking her lips, Janice dove in and began to lap up the delicious liquid. Again Annalise moaned, again her moans were muffled, this time by Ella’s pussy.
Lexi and Ana looked at each other. This scene was hot to watch, but they wanted to get involved, too. Ana chose to join Janice between Annalise’s legs, penetrating the older woman with her thick, meaty tongue. Janice moved to one side and watched Ana tongue-fuck Annalise, stroking her own clit with one hand and Annalise’s with the other.
For her part, Lexi walked around to the other side of the bed and pulled off the tape covering Annalise’s eyes. Most of her face was covered by Ella’s crotch but as her eyes adjusted Annalise could just barely make out Lexi standing above her, grinning.
Lexi climbed onto the bed and pressed herself chest-to-chest against Ella, and the two blondes shared a long wet kiss. Then they shifted position so Annalise could reach both of their pussies and Annalise divided her attention between them, sticking a tongue in here, sucking a clit there.
It was two hours later when Annalise was finally introduced to the women she’d been fucking. She turned beet red, imagining what a tramp she must look like in their eyes. But Ella and Janice were very friendly and gracious, and Lexi made sure they exchanged phone numbers with Annalise, figuring it would do Annalise good to widen her social circle a little bit.
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It was a huge, beautiful home on more than an acre not far from the town’s golf course. In the early part of the afternoon the three of them gave each other facials and manicures, then spent some time in the hot tub. Later in the day they retired to the bedroom — a huge, immaculately furnished boudoir with a king-sized bed — and the two older woman spent a long time feasting on Ana’s succulent young body.
Ana liked being the center of attention and was in no hurry to get home, so she was still at Ella’s when a message came through from Lexi with the offer of a bit of fun at Annalise’s. Ana asked if she could bring a couple of guests along, and Lexi said sure, the more the merrier.
Ella, Janice, and Ana dressed and piled into the car, and Ana directed them to Annalise’s house. Inside they found Lexi next to what appeared to be a mummy wrapped in black duct tape. “Hmmm, interesting,” said Ana. “What have you been up to here?”
“Just trying something out,” answered Lexi. “I think it will be fun to unwrap her.”
She had wrapped Annalise in strips of tape several feet long, and they took turns peeling them off one at a time. After 10 minutes or so they were finally down to bare skin; Ana pulled off a strip that went across Annalise’s belly and she moaned through the tape covering her mouth. Janice, up next, exposed one breast, which she leaned down and took into her mouth. Ella then reached over and ripped off the tape covering the other breast, giving Annalise an interesting experience in simultaneous pleasure and pain.
As Ella bent over to suckle also, Lexi and Ana worked on Annalise’s lower body. After a few minutes they had managed to get her crotch unwrapped while her legs were still taped together; Lexi jammed one hand between her soft thighs, feeling the wetness there, and managed to get two fingers inside despite the fact that Annalise’s legs wouldn’t open.
Ana now went to work on getting access to Annalise’s mouth, unwrapping the lower part of her face to reveal the single piece of tape covering her mouth. Gripping one end, Ana counted to three and decisively ripped off the tape, drawing from Annalise a helpless scream that was quickly smothered by one of Ana’s boobs.
At this point Janice, who was not the world’s most patient woman, took charge. At her behest they lifted Annalise and carried her to the bedroom, where they laid her down on the bed. The lower part of her face, as well as her shoulders and chest, were now exposed, as was her crotch. But lengths of tape still encircled her stomach, binding her arms to her sides, and her legs were still taped from the knees down. And of course her eyes were still covered; she had no way of knowing who was now molesting her. All she knew was that she felt hands and mouths on her, and that she heard several different voices, some of which were unfamiliar. One of them, she was sure, belonged to Ana, and she guessed that the breast that had just been in her mouth did as well.
Standing around the bed, Lexi, Janice, Ella, and Ana undressed, ready to get down to serious business. “Stick out your tongue,” ordered Janice, and Annalise obeyed. Janice encouraged Ella to sit on Annalise’s face and she did so, spreading her pussy lips with her fingers as she sank down onto the waiting mouth. For a minute they all just watched Ella ride Annalise’s face, her tits swaying gently, soft moans falling from her mouth. Ella was an exquisitely beautiful woman, and to watch her receive pleasure was a joy in itself.
Janice had brought some scissors from the kitchen and, starting from the knees, she cut the tape between Annalise’s legs until she was able to open them, though the tape still stuck around the outsides. Annalise’s crotch and thighs glistened with sweat and pussy juice; licking her lips, Janice dove in and began to lap up the delicious liquid. Again Annalise moaned, again her moans were muffled, this time by Ella’s pussy.
Lexi and Ana looked at each other. This scene was hot to watch, but they wanted to get involved, too. Ana chose to join Janice between Annalise’s legs, penetrating the older woman with her thick, meaty tongue. Janice moved to one side and watched Ana tongue-fuck Annalise, stroking her own clit with one hand and Annalise’s with the other.
For her part, Lexi walked around to the other side of the bed and pulled off the tape covering Annalise’s eyes. Most of her face was covered by Ella’s crotch but as her eyes adjusted Annalise could just barely make out Lexi standing above her, grinning.
Lexi climbed onto the bed and pressed herself chest-to-chest against Ella, and the two blondes shared a long wet kiss. Then they shifted position so Annalise could reach both of their pussies and Annalise divided her attention between them, sticking a tongue in here, sucking a clit there.
It was two hours later when Annalise was finally introduced to the women she’d been fucking. She turned beet red, imagining what a tramp she must look like in their eyes. But Ella and Janice were very friendly and gracious, and Lexi made sure they exchanged phone numbers with Annalise, figuring it would do Annalise good to widen her social circle a little bit.
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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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Monday, March 11, 2013
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 70
When Jessica and Kat had finished with her Sara lay sprawled across the bed, sweaty and spent, trying to remember exactly how she’d gotten there. Reflecting, she found it hard to believe the degree to which she’d given up control over her own body. Men had always had to work hard to get her clothes off – take her to expensive dinners, buy her jewelry and flowers. But she’d surrendered herself to Jessica immediately, like some nympho lesbian slut.
On the one hand it was troubling, and on the other hand she’d never in her life come like she had when being strap-on fucked by Jessica with her face buried in Kat’s pussy. 10 minutes later the spasms were still running through her, and when she felt Jessica’s hands on her she did not hesitate to submit again to whatever was going to happen to her next.
* * *
Kelly Ann looked up from between Ella’s legs to see Sara being led into the room by Jessica. The teacher was on her knees, hands still bound behind her back, once again ball-gagged. From the collar around her neck extended a leash by which Jessica held her; every time Jessica tugged on the leash Sara lost her balance and could regain it only by crawling forward. In this way they progressed through the living room and out to the back porch, where Samantha and Betty Ann were sunning themselves, sipping on cold bottles of beer.
Jessica handed the leash to Samantha, saying “Kat asked me to deliver this to you.”
Samantha gazed down at the brown-haired, bespectacled, naked woman before her. “Isn’t this the girls’ English teacher?” she asked Betty Ann. “What was her name?”
“Ms. Valentine,” answered Betty. “I always thought she was cute.”
“You want her?” asked Samantha, and when Betty shrugged agreeably, Samantha handed her the leash. Betty yanked on the leash to bring Sara closer, then pulled off the gag and gave Sara a long, probing kiss full of tongue and saliva. Sara’s mouth tasted distinctly of pussy – specifically of Kat’s, though Betty had no way of knowing that.
Kat, meanwhile, had found herself a strategic location and watched from the shadows as Betty used the leash to pull Sara’s head down into her crotch. Kelly crept over next to her friend and they looked on together, fascinated, as Sara began to lap obediently at Betty Ann’s slit.
After taking a long pull on her beer, Samantha held out the bottle and poured the little that remained onto Sara’s back. Leaning over, Samantha ran her tongue down the length of Sara’s spine and licked up the small amount of beer that had pooled in the small of her back. Rolling over onto the warm cement, Samantha positioned her empty bottle on the ground directly under Sara’s crotch. Placing one hand on each of the teacher’s hips, Samantha adjusted Sara so that the top of the beer bottle was pressing against her pussy lips.
Slowly, applying just as much pressure as was necessary, Samantha eased Sara downward until the whole neck of the bottle had disappeared inside her. Then Samantha wrapped her hand around the base of the bottle and began to gently move it around, rotating it from side to side, then pressing it upward against Sara’s lips and clit. Sara went limp for a minute, shaking visibly and dropping her head; Betty Ann had to give a sharp tug on the leash to remind her of what she was doing.
When Sara had made Betty come twice, Samantha took Betty’s place and the leash, and Sara went to work on her. Kat and Kelly, meanwhile, had begun to finger each other, and Kelly felt Kat’s finger stroke her clit as she watched her mother lay down face-up on the concrete, wriggle up underneath Sara, and stick her tongue up into the teacher’s cunt.
Feeling a little weak in the knees, Kelly Ann braced herself against the wall and at the same time felt something brush against her ass. She looked behind her to see Janice, grinning, lewdly stroking the strap-on that protruded from between her legs. Kelly let herself sink to her knees and bent over to present her rear end to Janice. For awhile Kelly continued to watch her mother, Samantha, and Sara go at it as Janice fucked her and Kat rubbed her clit; then she closed her eyes and surrendered to the sensation of an orgasm that left her blissfully oblivious.
* * *
Olivia, meanwhile, had been feeling restless and a little melancholy. After practice Kat had invited her to join the expedition to Jessica’s, but she had declined, saying that she was tired. Which was partly true, as she had not been sleeping well, but mostly she just wasn’t in the mood.
After pacing around the house for awhile she finally decided to drive over to the mall, where she wandered around window-shopping and thinking. It was foolish of her, she knew, to miss Gina as much as she did. After all, she was 18 and would be leaving for college in the fall; what good would it do her to get attached to a 40-year-old divorcee here in town? There was no future in it, but still there was no denying the truth: Nobody else made her feel the way Gina did, and the bond between them was something more than just sex.
For a moment Olivia thought about calling Gina and asking if she could come over later, but she didn’t want to be a pest. So she continued ambling aimlessly, trying to think of other things; what she really needed, she thought, was some kind of distraction....
Just then she looked up and saw a familiar face. Without conscious intent she had ended up in front of the lingerie shop, and the face was that of Claire, the salesgirl. Claire was smiling at her through the front window of the shop, and waving to indicate that she should come in.
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On the one hand it was troubling, and on the other hand she’d never in her life come like she had when being strap-on fucked by Jessica with her face buried in Kat’s pussy. 10 minutes later the spasms were still running through her, and when she felt Jessica’s hands on her she did not hesitate to submit again to whatever was going to happen to her next.
* * *
Kelly Ann looked up from between Ella’s legs to see Sara being led into the room by Jessica. The teacher was on her knees, hands still bound behind her back, once again ball-gagged. From the collar around her neck extended a leash by which Jessica held her; every time Jessica tugged on the leash Sara lost her balance and could regain it only by crawling forward. In this way they progressed through the living room and out to the back porch, where Samantha and Betty Ann were sunning themselves, sipping on cold bottles of beer.
Jessica handed the leash to Samantha, saying “Kat asked me to deliver this to you.”
Samantha gazed down at the brown-haired, bespectacled, naked woman before her. “Isn’t this the girls’ English teacher?” she asked Betty Ann. “What was her name?”
“Ms. Valentine,” answered Betty. “I always thought she was cute.”
“You want her?” asked Samantha, and when Betty shrugged agreeably, Samantha handed her the leash. Betty yanked on the leash to bring Sara closer, then pulled off the gag and gave Sara a long, probing kiss full of tongue and saliva. Sara’s mouth tasted distinctly of pussy – specifically of Kat’s, though Betty had no way of knowing that.
Kat, meanwhile, had found herself a strategic location and watched from the shadows as Betty used the leash to pull Sara’s head down into her crotch. Kelly crept over next to her friend and they looked on together, fascinated, as Sara began to lap obediently at Betty Ann’s slit.
After taking a long pull on her beer, Samantha held out the bottle and poured the little that remained onto Sara’s back. Leaning over, Samantha ran her tongue down the length of Sara’s spine and licked up the small amount of beer that had pooled in the small of her back. Rolling over onto the warm cement, Samantha positioned her empty bottle on the ground directly under Sara’s crotch. Placing one hand on each of the teacher’s hips, Samantha adjusted Sara so that the top of the beer bottle was pressing against her pussy lips.
Slowly, applying just as much pressure as was necessary, Samantha eased Sara downward until the whole neck of the bottle had disappeared inside her. Then Samantha wrapped her hand around the base of the bottle and began to gently move it around, rotating it from side to side, then pressing it upward against Sara’s lips and clit. Sara went limp for a minute, shaking visibly and dropping her head; Betty Ann had to give a sharp tug on the leash to remind her of what she was doing.
When Sara had made Betty come twice, Samantha took Betty’s place and the leash, and Sara went to work on her. Kat and Kelly, meanwhile, had begun to finger each other, and Kelly felt Kat’s finger stroke her clit as she watched her mother lay down face-up on the concrete, wriggle up underneath Sara, and stick her tongue up into the teacher’s cunt.
Feeling a little weak in the knees, Kelly Ann braced herself against the wall and at the same time felt something brush against her ass. She looked behind her to see Janice, grinning, lewdly stroking the strap-on that protruded from between her legs. Kelly let herself sink to her knees and bent over to present her rear end to Janice. For awhile Kelly continued to watch her mother, Samantha, and Sara go at it as Janice fucked her and Kat rubbed her clit; then she closed her eyes and surrendered to the sensation of an orgasm that left her blissfully oblivious.
* * *
Olivia, meanwhile, had been feeling restless and a little melancholy. After practice Kat had invited her to join the expedition to Jessica’s, but she had declined, saying that she was tired. Which was partly true, as she had not been sleeping well, but mostly she just wasn’t in the mood.
After pacing around the house for awhile she finally decided to drive over to the mall, where she wandered around window-shopping and thinking. It was foolish of her, she knew, to miss Gina as much as she did. After all, she was 18 and would be leaving for college in the fall; what good would it do her to get attached to a 40-year-old divorcee here in town? There was no future in it, but still there was no denying the truth: Nobody else made her feel the way Gina did, and the bond between them was something more than just sex.
For a moment Olivia thought about calling Gina and asking if she could come over later, but she didn’t want to be a pest. So she continued ambling aimlessly, trying to think of other things; what she really needed, she thought, was some kind of distraction....
Just then she looked up and saw a familiar face. Without conscious intent she had ended up in front of the lingerie shop, and the face was that of Claire, the salesgirl. Claire was smiling at her through the front window of the shop, and waving to indicate that she should come in.
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Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 69
As she watched Annalise’s face disappear underneath Ana’s ample derriere, Lexi was struck with a brilliant idea. Returning to the kitchen, she found Annalise’s purse and searched through it until she found the wallet. Riffling through the credit cards, Lexi selected a Platinum Visa card and repaired to her computer, where she called up an adult website and started shopping.
As the sound of soft moans drifted in from the bedroom, Lexi picked out a couple of strap-ons, handcuffs, leather restraints, nipple clamps, a riding crop, a fur-lined paddle, and a few other things that caught her eye. Because Annalise was her neighbor, she knew the billing address; she put in her own house as the shipping address and, since it wasn’t her money, went ahead and sprang for the expedited shipping.
That meant the goodies would arrive on Thursday. In the meantime Lexi went back to the bedroom, where Ana had spun around and was now on top of Annalise in 69 position. She watched Ana’s thick tongue explore Annalise’s pussy, forcing the lips apart and probing inside, then approached the bed and knelt down to help.
* * *
Wendesday Kat decided that she wanted to share her new prize with Jessica, so she told Sara to wait for her at school until after practice, and then she, Kelly Ann, and the teacher walked together to Jessica’s house. Unbeknownst to Kat, festivities had been underway there all afternoon; Jessica had been in a particularly decadent mood that day, made a few phone calls, and found that many of the local housewives were available and in the mood.
It was Jessica herself, taking a break from the action and dressed in a bathrobe, who answered the door. She graciously invited them in, taking note of the new face – brown hair, glasses, thirtyish, cute – and immediately her well-used pussy begin to moisten again.
The scene that greeted Kat, Kelly, and Sara when they entered the main house was something to behold. Marie was naked on a recliner, body tensed so that her pelvis and chest were both lifted; Jane knelt in front of her, face buried in Marie’s pussy. Jane, in turn, was being fucked from behind by Janice, whose face was knitted in concentration, forehead glistening with sweat, breasts bobbing gently as she gave Jane the business. On the couch Ella and Serena were 69ing stretched out on their sides; as they were both blond and long, the effect was almost like watching twins go at it, except that Serena had shorter hair and was more muscular.
Out by the pool, Samantha Bowman was on her back on a deck chair, legs planted and pussy raised in the air. She was being forcefully tongue-fucked by Betty Ann Collins, who was kneeling on the concrete. As they watched Betty Ann reached one hand behind her, pulled the crotch of her bikini bottom aside, and used one hand to stroke her red-haired cunt.
Though Sara Valentine had met Samantha and Betty Ann at school, she didn’t recognize them from this angle; but the cheerleaders certainly did, and both immediately turned bright red. Despite everything, it seemed, they were still capable of being embarrassed by their mothers.
Kat was thrown enough that she forgot to introduce Sara to Jessica, so Jessica did it herself, and promptly took Sara by the hand and led her away. This left the two cheerleaders on their own. Kelly walked over to the recliner and leaned down to kiss Marie and suck her tits. Kat sat down on the couch next to Ella and Serena, initially just watching, entranced by their beauty and sensuality. But after a few minutes Ella lifted her head and leaned over to kiss Kat with lips tasting of Serena’s pussy. Soon Kat was naked and writhing in the embrace of the two blondes; meanwhile Kelly had climbed onto the recliner to lower her crotch onto Marie’s face.
In the bedroom, Jessica had quickly stripped Sara, dropping her blouse, bra, skirt, and panties into a pile on the floor. She pulled the teacher to her and kissed her hard, groping her everywhere, squeezing her tits, pinching her nipples, and sliding a hand between her thighs. Abruptly Jessica spun Sara 180 degrees and pulled her hands together behind her back; removing the belt from her robe, Jessica used it to tie Sara’s hands together, letting the robe fall open. Spinning Sara back around, Jessica guided her to her knees and tilted her head upward, feeding her one breast, then the other. A minute later Sara found her face covered with Jessica’s wet pussy, which she serviced without hesitation.
* * *
A while later Kat disengaged herself from Ella and Serena. After having three increasingly powerful climaxes, she wasn’t sure she could take another one. She was curious how Sara was getting on, so she wandered through the house until she heard moaning coming from one of the bedrooms.
Easing quietly into the doorway, Kat saw Sara sprawled out on a bed with her butt in the air as Jessica plowed her from behind. Her hands were tied behind her back and she was ball-gagged, her head pressed against the bed. Her face was toward the door but her eyes were closed; her back was arched as she angled her hips to meet Jessica’s thrusts.
When Jessica grabbed a handful of Sara’s hair and drove the strap-on home forcefully, Sara’s eyes flew open and looked straight at Kat, the white visible on all sides of the pupils, radiating a mixture of fear and excitement. A shiver of jealousy ran through Kat and just for a moment she regretted having brought Sara here. People fell under Jessica’s spell so easily; Kat felt, suddenly, like an outsider in this scene.
Just then Jessica’s eyes met hers, and within seconds Kat had shaken off her mood and felt the familiar tingle between her legs. Climbing onto the bed, Kat leaned back against the headboard, spread her legs wide, and reached down to remove the teacher’s gag.
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As the sound of soft moans drifted in from the bedroom, Lexi picked out a couple of strap-ons, handcuffs, leather restraints, nipple clamps, a riding crop, a fur-lined paddle, and a few other things that caught her eye. Because Annalise was her neighbor, she knew the billing address; she put in her own house as the shipping address and, since it wasn’t her money, went ahead and sprang for the expedited shipping.
That meant the goodies would arrive on Thursday. In the meantime Lexi went back to the bedroom, where Ana had spun around and was now on top of Annalise in 69 position. She watched Ana’s thick tongue explore Annalise’s pussy, forcing the lips apart and probing inside, then approached the bed and knelt down to help.
* * *
Wendesday Kat decided that she wanted to share her new prize with Jessica, so she told Sara to wait for her at school until after practice, and then she, Kelly Ann, and the teacher walked together to Jessica’s house. Unbeknownst to Kat, festivities had been underway there all afternoon; Jessica had been in a particularly decadent mood that day, made a few phone calls, and found that many of the local housewives were available and in the mood.
It was Jessica herself, taking a break from the action and dressed in a bathrobe, who answered the door. She graciously invited them in, taking note of the new face – brown hair, glasses, thirtyish, cute – and immediately her well-used pussy begin to moisten again.
The scene that greeted Kat, Kelly, and Sara when they entered the main house was something to behold. Marie was naked on a recliner, body tensed so that her pelvis and chest were both lifted; Jane knelt in front of her, face buried in Marie’s pussy. Jane, in turn, was being fucked from behind by Janice, whose face was knitted in concentration, forehead glistening with sweat, breasts bobbing gently as she gave Jane the business. On the couch Ella and Serena were 69ing stretched out on their sides; as they were both blond and long, the effect was almost like watching twins go at it, except that Serena had shorter hair and was more muscular.
Out by the pool, Samantha Bowman was on her back on a deck chair, legs planted and pussy raised in the air. She was being forcefully tongue-fucked by Betty Ann Collins, who was kneeling on the concrete. As they watched Betty Ann reached one hand behind her, pulled the crotch of her bikini bottom aside, and used one hand to stroke her red-haired cunt.
Though Sara Valentine had met Samantha and Betty Ann at school, she didn’t recognize them from this angle; but the cheerleaders certainly did, and both immediately turned bright red. Despite everything, it seemed, they were still capable of being embarrassed by their mothers.
Kat was thrown enough that she forgot to introduce Sara to Jessica, so Jessica did it herself, and promptly took Sara by the hand and led her away. This left the two cheerleaders on their own. Kelly walked over to the recliner and leaned down to kiss Marie and suck her tits. Kat sat down on the couch next to Ella and Serena, initially just watching, entranced by their beauty and sensuality. But after a few minutes Ella lifted her head and leaned over to kiss Kat with lips tasting of Serena’s pussy. Soon Kat was naked and writhing in the embrace of the two blondes; meanwhile Kelly had climbed onto the recliner to lower her crotch onto Marie’s face.
In the bedroom, Jessica had quickly stripped Sara, dropping her blouse, bra, skirt, and panties into a pile on the floor. She pulled the teacher to her and kissed her hard, groping her everywhere, squeezing her tits, pinching her nipples, and sliding a hand between her thighs. Abruptly Jessica spun Sara 180 degrees and pulled her hands together behind her back; removing the belt from her robe, Jessica used it to tie Sara’s hands together, letting the robe fall open. Spinning Sara back around, Jessica guided her to her knees and tilted her head upward, feeding her one breast, then the other. A minute later Sara found her face covered with Jessica’s wet pussy, which she serviced without hesitation.
* * *
A while later Kat disengaged herself from Ella and Serena. After having three increasingly powerful climaxes, she wasn’t sure she could take another one. She was curious how Sara was getting on, so she wandered through the house until she heard moaning coming from one of the bedrooms.
Easing quietly into the doorway, Kat saw Sara sprawled out on a bed with her butt in the air as Jessica plowed her from behind. Her hands were tied behind her back and she was ball-gagged, her head pressed against the bed. Her face was toward the door but her eyes were closed; her back was arched as she angled her hips to meet Jessica’s thrusts.
When Jessica grabbed a handful of Sara’s hair and drove the strap-on home forcefully, Sara’s eyes flew open and looked straight at Kat, the white visible on all sides of the pupils, radiating a mixture of fear and excitement. A shiver of jealousy ran through Kat and just for a moment she regretted having brought Sara here. People fell under Jessica’s spell so easily; Kat felt, suddenly, like an outsider in this scene.
Just then Jessica’s eyes met hers, and within seconds Kat had shaken off her mood and felt the familiar tingle between her legs. Climbing onto the bed, Kat leaned back against the headboard, spread her legs wide, and reached down to remove the teacher’s gag.
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Friday, May 4, 2012
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 56
Just as Jessica had predicted, Ella’s party turned out to be a staid and rather dull event, despite the presence of Marie and Jane serving drinks and hors d’oeuvres in bondage gear. It wasn’t until after the last guest had left that things started to get interesting.
It was Ella’s husband’s birthday and she had planned a special treat for him. After saying goodnight to the last couple, Ella locked the door, returned to the living room, and instructed Marie and Jane to clear off the big table that all the food had been sitting on. As they worked Ella settled her husband down on the sofa with a drink in hand and reminded him of the ground rules: He could look but not touch. Ella hadn’t technically cleared this idea with Jessica, but knew that Jessica wouldn’t mind as long as her property wasn’t damaged.
When the table was clear Ella paused for a moment, considering how to proceed. She sipped from her glass of wine, looking back and forth at the two women at her disposal, then over at the expectant face of her husband. Sitting her glass down on the coffee table, she walked over and pulled off Jane’s form-fitting rubber top, then her skirt. When Jane was naked Ella had her climb onto the big table and stretch out on her back. Ella then used some scarves that were hanging nearby to tie Jane’s wrists and ankles to the table legs. Jane’s brown bush was now short hair rather than stubble, forming a perfect triangle; she was positioned so that her open legs pointed right toward Ella’s husband.
Ella leaned back against the wall and beckoned for Marie to approach, then pushed her down onto her knees. Now Ella leaned forward slightly, pulling the top of her own dress down to expose her breasts. Marie needed no encouragement – she had been in the mood for hours with no action – and started eagerly suckling Ella’s pert, mouthful-sized tits. Ella too was more than ready, and soon she lifted her skirt and pulled her panties aside so Marie could start licking her cunt. Jane lifted her head and gazed over longingly, powerless to get involved, her pussy gushing moisture.
Ella reached down to pull off her panties and then pinioned herself back against the wall, spreading her legs wide, her recent yoga practice helping her maintain her balance. Marie dove back in, driving her tongue up inside Ella, her nose rubbing against the blonde’s clit. Before long Ella came, shuddering, her long nails digging into Marie’s back.
Marie sat back and gazed up at Ella expectantly, her face smeared with juice, a stray golden pubic hair dangling from her nose. Ella took her by the hand and stood her up, walking her over to the table where Jane was tied.
Ella bent Marie over the table so Jane could lick the nectar off her face; Jane complied obediently and eagerly. Then Ella pushed Marie across Jane and lifted her onto the table – Ella was surprisingly strong for such a thin woman – so the two were in 69 position. Very much enjoying acting as puppet master, Ella pushed Marie’s head down into Jane’s crotch, then opened the zipper between Marie’s legs so her pussy was exposed. Ella fingered Marie as Jane licked her from below, causing Marie to squirm, arch her back, and moan deliciously.
Now Ella removed her finger from Marie’s pussy and slipped it into her own mouth, glancing over at her husband, who sat staring wide-eyed, looking stunned. Disappearing into the bedroom for a minute, Ella reappeared wearing a black strap-on and brandishing a riding crop. After watching Marie and Jane 69 for awhile – they were going at it in a frenzy now, completely oblivious to the world around them – Ella brought the crop down firmly on Marie’s ass. Marie yelped and paused just a moment to look back at Ella, then went back to eating Jane’s cunt, only to go rigid as Ella penetrated her.
This arrangement continued until Marie came violently, her whole body shaking, then went limp. Ella withdrew from her and slipped the strap-on into Jane’s mouth. After giving Marie a minute to recover, Ella sat her up so that she was smothering Jane’s face. Untying Jane’s legs, Ella bent them back so that her ass was sticking out, and proceeded to give her several good solid whacks with the riding crop.
Positioning the tip of the strap-on between Jane’s pussy lips, Ella teased her with a few short strokes, then plunged in forcefully, drawing a helpless groan from Jane that was muffled by Marie’s crotch. Holding Jane’s legs together to narrow her canal, Ella fucked her mercilessly, reaching over with the crop to stroke Marie’s clit. In a few minutes Jane and Marie climaxed simultaneously, prompting a satisfied smile from Ella, who waved her riding crop in the air miming a conductor.
Untying Jane’s hands, Ella helped her down off the table, then hopped up to take her place. At Ella’s behest Marie and Jane knelt beside the table and took turns sucking the strap-on and Ella’s tits. Conscious of trying to put on a show, Ella stretched out her long legs and teased the wet pussies beneath her with her feet; but soon the itch between her legs grew too strong, and she tore off the strap-on and spread her legs wide.
Putting one hand on Marie’s lovely dark locks and one on Jane’s peach-fuzzy dome, Ella guided both heads down to her crotch and stretched out across the table to receive the pleasure she had coming to her. The spectator in the room was forgotten for the moment, but you weren’t going to hear him complain.
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It was Ella’s husband’s birthday and she had planned a special treat for him. After saying goodnight to the last couple, Ella locked the door, returned to the living room, and instructed Marie and Jane to clear off the big table that all the food had been sitting on. As they worked Ella settled her husband down on the sofa with a drink in hand and reminded him of the ground rules: He could look but not touch. Ella hadn’t technically cleared this idea with Jessica, but knew that Jessica wouldn’t mind as long as her property wasn’t damaged.
When the table was clear Ella paused for a moment, considering how to proceed. She sipped from her glass of wine, looking back and forth at the two women at her disposal, then over at the expectant face of her husband. Sitting her glass down on the coffee table, she walked over and pulled off Jane’s form-fitting rubber top, then her skirt. When Jane was naked Ella had her climb onto the big table and stretch out on her back. Ella then used some scarves that were hanging nearby to tie Jane’s wrists and ankles to the table legs. Jane’s brown bush was now short hair rather than stubble, forming a perfect triangle; she was positioned so that her open legs pointed right toward Ella’s husband.
Ella leaned back against the wall and beckoned for Marie to approach, then pushed her down onto her knees. Now Ella leaned forward slightly, pulling the top of her own dress down to expose her breasts. Marie needed no encouragement – she had been in the mood for hours with no action – and started eagerly suckling Ella’s pert, mouthful-sized tits. Ella too was more than ready, and soon she lifted her skirt and pulled her panties aside so Marie could start licking her cunt. Jane lifted her head and gazed over longingly, powerless to get involved, her pussy gushing moisture.
Ella reached down to pull off her panties and then pinioned herself back against the wall, spreading her legs wide, her recent yoga practice helping her maintain her balance. Marie dove back in, driving her tongue up inside Ella, her nose rubbing against the blonde’s clit. Before long Ella came, shuddering, her long nails digging into Marie’s back.
Marie sat back and gazed up at Ella expectantly, her face smeared with juice, a stray golden pubic hair dangling from her nose. Ella took her by the hand and stood her up, walking her over to the table where Jane was tied.
Ella bent Marie over the table so Jane could lick the nectar off her face; Jane complied obediently and eagerly. Then Ella pushed Marie across Jane and lifted her onto the table – Ella was surprisingly strong for such a thin woman – so the two were in 69 position. Very much enjoying acting as puppet master, Ella pushed Marie’s head down into Jane’s crotch, then opened the zipper between Marie’s legs so her pussy was exposed. Ella fingered Marie as Jane licked her from below, causing Marie to squirm, arch her back, and moan deliciously.
Now Ella removed her finger from Marie’s pussy and slipped it into her own mouth, glancing over at her husband, who sat staring wide-eyed, looking stunned. Disappearing into the bedroom for a minute, Ella reappeared wearing a black strap-on and brandishing a riding crop. After watching Marie and Jane 69 for awhile – they were going at it in a frenzy now, completely oblivious to the world around them – Ella brought the crop down firmly on Marie’s ass. Marie yelped and paused just a moment to look back at Ella, then went back to eating Jane’s cunt, only to go rigid as Ella penetrated her.
This arrangement continued until Marie came violently, her whole body shaking, then went limp. Ella withdrew from her and slipped the strap-on into Jane’s mouth. After giving Marie a minute to recover, Ella sat her up so that she was smothering Jane’s face. Untying Jane’s legs, Ella bent them back so that her ass was sticking out, and proceeded to give her several good solid whacks with the riding crop.
Positioning the tip of the strap-on between Jane’s pussy lips, Ella teased her with a few short strokes, then plunged in forcefully, drawing a helpless groan from Jane that was muffled by Marie’s crotch. Holding Jane’s legs together to narrow her canal, Ella fucked her mercilessly, reaching over with the crop to stroke Marie’s clit. In a few minutes Jane and Marie climaxed simultaneously, prompting a satisfied smile from Ella, who waved her riding crop in the air miming a conductor.
Untying Jane’s hands, Ella helped her down off the table, then hopped up to take her place. At Ella’s behest Marie and Jane knelt beside the table and took turns sucking the strap-on and Ella’s tits. Conscious of trying to put on a show, Ella stretched out her long legs and teased the wet pussies beneath her with her feet; but soon the itch between her legs grew too strong, and she tore off the strap-on and spread her legs wide.
Putting one hand on Marie’s lovely dark locks and one on Jane’s peach-fuzzy dome, Ella guided both heads down to her crotch and stretched out across the table to receive the pleasure she had coming to her. The spectator in the room was forgotten for the moment, but you weren’t going to hear him complain.
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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.
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* * *
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.
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Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 38
Initially Thanksgiving Day was full of normal, wholesome family gatherings with lots of cooking followed by extremely large meals. But later in the day, when the dishes had been cleared and the men were occupied with football games and naps, the women began to disappear and to congregate at Jessica’s house, where the vibe was much different.
A long table stretching across most of the living room was covered with many of the standard holiday foods, but the decorations were somewhat unusual. Jane and Marie were stretched out head to head with their feet near either end of the table, stark naked, tied down with their legs spread wide and ball gags in their mouths. The food was arranged around them, the cranberry sauce between Marie’s legs, the mashed potatoes and gravy between Jane’s.
Initially the plan had been for Jane alone to serve as the centerpiece, but Jessica had become so annoyed with Marie’s attitude that day that she decided to put the French girl on display as well. Marie, apparently, was jealous of the attention Jane was getting from her mistress. All morning while cooking she had stomped around the kitchen in a huff, even snapping at Jessica when asked about the cornbread stuffing. Jessica had been sorely tempted to bend her over and give her a sound thrashing right then and there, but many dishes were in progress and there was no time. Instead Jessica waited until the meal was almost finished before ordering Marie to strip and climb up on the table. Now Jessica stood with a martini in hand, surveying her handiwork and waiting for her guests.
The first to arrive was Jackie London, who had elected not to make the long trip home to see her family this Thanksgiving. Noting the unusual table adornment, Jackie began to prepare herself a plate of food, taking some time to fondle both Marie and Jane. The latter, she noted, now sported a covering of very short brown hair both on her head and between her legs.
A short while later Janice appeared at the door, and a devilish smirk spread across her face when she saw the two bound, naked women. She had already eaten and was not particularly hungry, but did take the time to spread some cranberry sauce on Marie’s tits and lick it off, then dab some potatoes on Jane’s crotch and cover them with gravy. She was on her knees in the process of cleaning the last bit of gravy off Jane’s thigh when Ella arrived and began to finger Marie while eating spoonfuls of sweet potatoes with the other hand.
Olivia, Kat, Samantha, Kelly Ann, and Betty Ann all put in an appearance at one point or another. Adriana, unfortunately, was out of town with her family, while Lexi couldn’t get away since it was just her dad and her. By the end of the meal both Marie and Jane were quite sticky with the residue of various foodstuffs.
After the table was cleared, the ball gags were removed and Olivia, Janice, Ella, and Jessica took turns climbing onto the table and feeding their pussies to the bound women. Only after their tongues were worn out and their faces covered with lady juice were they finally untied and allowed to forage in the kitchen for leftovers. Still naked, ravenously hungry, they stuffed turkey and stuffing into their mouths with both hands. When they were done, forgetting their rivalry for the moment, they licked each other clean like two kittens as their mistress sat eating chocolate cheesecake.
* * *
Later that night Kat and Kelly decided to go to the movies and invited their cousins along. Kelly and J.J. greeted each other very warmly, with a big enthusiastic hug, while Sally Ann favored Kat with a shy smile. Inside Sally sat on the left with Kat to her right, then J.J., then Kelly. Not long into the movie Kat saw that J.J. had put one arm around Kelly and was fondling her breasts with the other hand. A few minutes later that hand found its way down between Kelly’s legs, while Kelly’s right hand was clamped between J.J.’s bare thighs just below her very short skirt.
Feeling her pussy begin to moisten, Kat looked over at Sally, who was staring at the screen oblivious to all of this. It ended up being a very frustrating 90 minutes for Kat, who didn’t feel able to make a move on Sally and though several times she was tempted to fondle her own cousin, she thought better of it. Instead she tried to ignore the itch between her legs and enjoy herself vicariously through J.J. and Kelly, who were clearly enjoying each other.
After the movie they all said good night. Kelly was extremely hot and bothered and wanted desperately to get J.J. alone somewhere for a couple hours, but couldn’t think of any way to accomplish it. Instead she walked home with Sally, who was analyzing some fine point of the movie’s plot that had completely escaped Kelly. Kelly felt frustrated and irritated; her panties were soaked and there was nothing she could do about it. It was hard to even masturbate with Sally sharing her room; she would have to wait until her cousin was asleep.
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A long table stretching across most of the living room was covered with many of the standard holiday foods, but the decorations were somewhat unusual. Jane and Marie were stretched out head to head with their feet near either end of the table, stark naked, tied down with their legs spread wide and ball gags in their mouths. The food was arranged around them, the cranberry sauce between Marie’s legs, the mashed potatoes and gravy between Jane’s.
Initially the plan had been for Jane alone to serve as the centerpiece, but Jessica had become so annoyed with Marie’s attitude that day that she decided to put the French girl on display as well. Marie, apparently, was jealous of the attention Jane was getting from her mistress. All morning while cooking she had stomped around the kitchen in a huff, even snapping at Jessica when asked about the cornbread stuffing. Jessica had been sorely tempted to bend her over and give her a sound thrashing right then and there, but many dishes were in progress and there was no time. Instead Jessica waited until the meal was almost finished before ordering Marie to strip and climb up on the table. Now Jessica stood with a martini in hand, surveying her handiwork and waiting for her guests.
The first to arrive was Jackie London, who had elected not to make the long trip home to see her family this Thanksgiving. Noting the unusual table adornment, Jackie began to prepare herself a plate of food, taking some time to fondle both Marie and Jane. The latter, she noted, now sported a covering of very short brown hair both on her head and between her legs.
A short while later Janice appeared at the door, and a devilish smirk spread across her face when she saw the two bound, naked women. She had already eaten and was not particularly hungry, but did take the time to spread some cranberry sauce on Marie’s tits and lick it off, then dab some potatoes on Jane’s crotch and cover them with gravy. She was on her knees in the process of cleaning the last bit of gravy off Jane’s thigh when Ella arrived and began to finger Marie while eating spoonfuls of sweet potatoes with the other hand.
Olivia, Kat, Samantha, Kelly Ann, and Betty Ann all put in an appearance at one point or another. Adriana, unfortunately, was out of town with her family, while Lexi couldn’t get away since it was just her dad and her. By the end of the meal both Marie and Jane were quite sticky with the residue of various foodstuffs.
After the table was cleared, the ball gags were removed and Olivia, Janice, Ella, and Jessica took turns climbing onto the table and feeding their pussies to the bound women. Only after their tongues were worn out and their faces covered with lady juice were they finally untied and allowed to forage in the kitchen for leftovers. Still naked, ravenously hungry, they stuffed turkey and stuffing into their mouths with both hands. When they were done, forgetting their rivalry for the moment, they licked each other clean like two kittens as their mistress sat eating chocolate cheesecake.
* * *
Later that night Kat and Kelly decided to go to the movies and invited their cousins along. Kelly and J.J. greeted each other very warmly, with a big enthusiastic hug, while Sally Ann favored Kat with a shy smile. Inside Sally sat on the left with Kat to her right, then J.J., then Kelly. Not long into the movie Kat saw that J.J. had put one arm around Kelly and was fondling her breasts with the other hand. A few minutes later that hand found its way down between Kelly’s legs, while Kelly’s right hand was clamped between J.J.’s bare thighs just below her very short skirt.
Feeling her pussy begin to moisten, Kat looked over at Sally, who was staring at the screen oblivious to all of this. It ended up being a very frustrating 90 minutes for Kat, who didn’t feel able to make a move on Sally and though several times she was tempted to fondle her own cousin, she thought better of it. Instead she tried to ignore the itch between her legs and enjoy herself vicariously through J.J. and Kelly, who were clearly enjoying each other.
After the movie they all said good night. Kelly was extremely hot and bothered and wanted desperately to get J.J. alone somewhere for a couple hours, but couldn’t think of any way to accomplish it. Instead she walked home with Sally, who was analyzing some fine point of the movie’s plot that had completely escaped Kelly. Kelly felt frustrated and irritated; her panties were soaked and there was nothing she could do about it. It was hard to even masturbate with Sally sharing her room; she would have to wait until her cousin was asleep.
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Friday, November 5, 2010
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 28
Like her mother, Kelly Ann had woken up that morning feeling extraordinarily horny. Masturbating before she got out of bed hadn’t scratched the itch; if anything it had inflamed her appetite. In this condition the sight of Samantha, looking sexily disheveled with her white robe askew and just-been-fucked hair, got Kelly’s juices flowing immediately.
Kelly followed Samantha into the kitchen, where she was putting the finishing touches on a blueberry pie, and sat down on the counter. The outfit Kelly was wearing reflected her mood: a short denim skirt – no panties – and a tight halter top through which her nipples were poking. This did not escape the attention of Samantha, who grew increasingly distracted as Kelly shifted position several times and her skirt rode up, exposing the lower edge of her red pubic hair.
After finally getting the pie into the oven, Samantha walked over to Kelly Ann, who was sitting right next to the bowl of leftover blueberry filling. She dipped a finger into the sweet, gooey mess and brought it to Kelly’s mouth. Kelly eagerly sucked the finger clean, after which Samantha leaned over to kiss her, savoring the doubly sweet taste of the younger girl’s mouth.
Pulling Kelly Ann’s top down, Samantha spread gobs of filling onto the redhead’s taut nipples and had a very pleasant time licking it off. Then she took a big handful of the stuff and spread it all over Kelly’s soft inner thighs and between her legs. After tasting the sticky mixture of blueberry, sugar, and girl juice that now coated her hand, Samantha fed the rest to Kelly, and was just about to bend down to really get to work when the doorbell rang again.
“Don’t move a muscle,” Samantha ordered in a very serious tone, holding up one finger for emphasis. At the door was Janice, who Samantha immediately took by the arm and led to the kitchen. There she saw Kelly Ann sitting obediently on the counter, top down around her stomach, skirt hiked up around her waist, with her legs spread and blue goop covering her thighs and crotch. Janice smirked lasciviously. What more could you possibly ask for?
Janice and Samantha knelt in unison and began to clean the pie filling off Kelly’s thighs and crotch. Just at that moment Betty Ann walked into the kitchen in search of a glass of water to quench the thirst she’d been working up in Kat’s room. She was surprised but not shocked to see her daughter there, eyes closed in bliss as the two older women licked away happily. Not wishing to interfere, she filled a glass of water and went to the living room. On the way she saw Kat leading Lexi, who was on her hands and knees, down the stairs by a makeshift leash attached to her collar; the purple strap-on still dangled from Kat’s crotch. At this sight Betty felt a twinge of guilt; she was supposed to be the responsible adult here, and things were getting maybe a little out of hand. But seeing Lexi’s contented smile, she let it go.
Just as Betty Ann disappeared into the living room, the doorbell rang again. Kat led Lexi over to the door and encouraged her to answer it. After a moment’s hesitation Lexi obliged. Fortunately it was not some random neighbor or salesman but Ella, who was momentarily nonplussed by not seeing anyone when the door opened. Then she looked down, saw the naked blonde on her hands and knees, and stepped inside with a wicked grin spreading across her face.
“Ella, this is Lexi,” explained Kat. "She’s new on the squad.”
“She’s very pretty,” said Ella to Kat, as if she were praising a new necklace.
“Very obedient, too,” responded Kat, handing the leash over to Ella and taking the bucket with champagne in it that Ella had been carrying. Ella led Lexi into the living room, greeted Betty Ann, and sat down, bending to kiss the nude cheerleader on the mouth. She could taste clear evidence that Lexi had been hard at work eating pussy. This gave her a few ideas, not that she needed much prompting, and she quickly began stripping. By the time Kat returned with the open bottle and some glasses, Ella was laying back on the couch with Lexi licking her. Kat poured Ella a glass and handed it to her, then knelt behind Lexi.
Betty Ann began to rub her clit as she watched Kat lean over Lexi and pull her head back with the leash. Pushing her purple hair back behind her, Kat kissed Lexi with an open mouth, savoring Ella’s taste on her lips, then pushed her back down between Ella’s long legs. Lexi sucked Ella’s clit as Kat plunged the dildo into her. Kat was fucking Lexi hard, pushing her face into Ella’s pussy with each stroke, and Ella, Lexi, and Betty were all approaching orgasm when the doorbell rang yet again.
Betty Ann selflessly volunteered to answer, and opening the door she saw Jackie London. Jackie had ice cream that needed to get into the freezer, so she walked into the kitchen just as Janice, Samantha, and Kelly Ann were untangling themselves. Samantha was reclining on a chair, Kelly was leaning against the counter, and Janice was sitting on the kitchen table with a glazed look on her face. She and Samantha were completely naked, while Kelly still had her top and skirt bunched up around her waist. Jackie’s imagination was starting to get going when the landline in the kitchen rang and Samantha answered it. She listened to whoever was on the other end for a minute, then said “OK” and hung up.
“That was Marie,” Samantha informed the other ladies in the room. “They’re on their way back into town and they want us to meet them at Jessica’s. There’s something they want to show us."
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Kelly followed Samantha into the kitchen, where she was putting the finishing touches on a blueberry pie, and sat down on the counter. The outfit Kelly was wearing reflected her mood: a short denim skirt – no panties – and a tight halter top through which her nipples were poking. This did not escape the attention of Samantha, who grew increasingly distracted as Kelly shifted position several times and her skirt rode up, exposing the lower edge of her red pubic hair.
After finally getting the pie into the oven, Samantha walked over to Kelly Ann, who was sitting right next to the bowl of leftover blueberry filling. She dipped a finger into the sweet, gooey mess and brought it to Kelly’s mouth. Kelly eagerly sucked the finger clean, after which Samantha leaned over to kiss her, savoring the doubly sweet taste of the younger girl’s mouth.
Pulling Kelly Ann’s top down, Samantha spread gobs of filling onto the redhead’s taut nipples and had a very pleasant time licking it off. Then she took a big handful of the stuff and spread it all over Kelly’s soft inner thighs and between her legs. After tasting the sticky mixture of blueberry, sugar, and girl juice that now coated her hand, Samantha fed the rest to Kelly, and was just about to bend down to really get to work when the doorbell rang again.
“Don’t move a muscle,” Samantha ordered in a very serious tone, holding up one finger for emphasis. At the door was Janice, who Samantha immediately took by the arm and led to the kitchen. There she saw Kelly Ann sitting obediently on the counter, top down around her stomach, skirt hiked up around her waist, with her legs spread and blue goop covering her thighs and crotch. Janice smirked lasciviously. What more could you possibly ask for?
Janice and Samantha knelt in unison and began to clean the pie filling off Kelly’s thighs and crotch. Just at that moment Betty Ann walked into the kitchen in search of a glass of water to quench the thirst she’d been working up in Kat’s room. She was surprised but not shocked to see her daughter there, eyes closed in bliss as the two older women licked away happily. Not wishing to interfere, she filled a glass of water and went to the living room. On the way she saw Kat leading Lexi, who was on her hands and knees, down the stairs by a makeshift leash attached to her collar; the purple strap-on still dangled from Kat’s crotch. At this sight Betty felt a twinge of guilt; she was supposed to be the responsible adult here, and things were getting maybe a little out of hand. But seeing Lexi’s contented smile, she let it go.
Just as Betty Ann disappeared into the living room, the doorbell rang again. Kat led Lexi over to the door and encouraged her to answer it. After a moment’s hesitation Lexi obliged. Fortunately it was not some random neighbor or salesman but Ella, who was momentarily nonplussed by not seeing anyone when the door opened. Then she looked down, saw the naked blonde on her hands and knees, and stepped inside with a wicked grin spreading across her face.
“Ella, this is Lexi,” explained Kat. "She’s new on the squad.”
“She’s very pretty,” said Ella to Kat, as if she were praising a new necklace.
“Very obedient, too,” responded Kat, handing the leash over to Ella and taking the bucket with champagne in it that Ella had been carrying. Ella led Lexi into the living room, greeted Betty Ann, and sat down, bending to kiss the nude cheerleader on the mouth. She could taste clear evidence that Lexi had been hard at work eating pussy. This gave her a few ideas, not that she needed much prompting, and she quickly began stripping. By the time Kat returned with the open bottle and some glasses, Ella was laying back on the couch with Lexi licking her. Kat poured Ella a glass and handed it to her, then knelt behind Lexi.
Betty Ann began to rub her clit as she watched Kat lean over Lexi and pull her head back with the leash. Pushing her purple hair back behind her, Kat kissed Lexi with an open mouth, savoring Ella’s taste on her lips, then pushed her back down between Ella’s long legs. Lexi sucked Ella’s clit as Kat plunged the dildo into her. Kat was fucking Lexi hard, pushing her face into Ella’s pussy with each stroke, and Ella, Lexi, and Betty were all approaching orgasm when the doorbell rang yet again.
Betty Ann selflessly volunteered to answer, and opening the door she saw Jackie London. Jackie had ice cream that needed to get into the freezer, so she walked into the kitchen just as Janice, Samantha, and Kelly Ann were untangling themselves. Samantha was reclining on a chair, Kelly was leaning against the counter, and Janice was sitting on the kitchen table with a glazed look on her face. She and Samantha were completely naked, while Kelly still had her top and skirt bunched up around her waist. Jackie’s imagination was starting to get going when the landline in the kitchen rang and Samantha answered it. She listened to whoever was on the other end for a minute, then said “OK” and hung up.
“That was Marie,” Samantha informed the other ladies in the room. “They’re on their way back into town and they want us to meet them at Jessica’s. There’s something they want to show us."
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