Claire had arranged to meet Olivia and Tara for coffee that afternoon during her break from the store. As she approached the coffee shop she saw the two of them talking and laughing and had a strange flash of jealousy. She knew she had no claim on either of these women, but somehow she felt excluded.
By the time she’d gotten her chai and sat down, Claire felt better. Tara was looking spectacularly beautiful, and Olivia was not too hard on the eyes either. This reminded her of why she was there.
“So what did Mimi say?” asked Claire.
“She said she didn’t know what I was talking about,” said Tara, shaking her head. “She’s not a very good liar. I tried to show her the website but she said she had a meeting to get to.”
“So what can we do?” inquired Olivia.
Tara sipped her coffee. “I have an idea. Mimi’s having a New Year’s Eve Eve party tonight. You guys should come.”
“Why on Earth would we want to do that?” said Claire.
“Well, everyone will be distracted. I could get us into the computer room.”
Claire immediately knew what Tara was thinking. Tara wasn’t very good with computers, but she was. She even knew most of Mimi’s passwords. “And I could delete the files.”
Tara nodded. They spent the next half-hour planning; Olivia insisted that she was coming along, though the others tried to talk her out of it. “No way I’m letting you guys take all the risk,” said Olivia. “I’m in.”
* * *
Kat and Samantha returned home late that afternoon, having left the men in their family to a weekend of football-watching. The minute they hit the outskirts of town, Kat was texting Kelly; she was eager to see her friend, and she had an itch that needed scratching.
Stopping at home only long enough to drop off her suitcase and kiss her mother goodbye, Kat made her way on foot to Kelly’s house, pussy tingling as she thought of how she was going to tear Kelly’s clothes off. About halfway there she looked up and saw a familiar face behind the wheel of a car going by: Betty Ann Collins, on her way to see Samantha.
Kat smiled. Apparently both the mothers and the daughters would be enjoying some intimate moments that afternoon.
* * *
Lexi, in a restless mood, decided to go down to the yoga studio for the 5 PM class. Serena was teaching, and Annalise was there too. In fact the studio was full of beautiful women and Lexi, who’d been feeling horny already, found herself very distracted. She kept forgetting what pose she was doing as she looked at the gorgeous bodies all around her, always returning to the lithe, statuesque form of Serena — who she at least had an excuse to be staring at.
Annalise, too, looked fantastic; all the yoga she’d been doing lately had tightened and toned her. After class, Lexi went to talk to Serena and Annalise, practically begging them to come over for dinner that night. After consulting, they agreed, and Lexi walked away happy, her mind a whirl of plans and plots.
* * *
At Jessica’s house, things were happening. She’d woken up that day feeling inspired, energized, and full of ideas.
Over
breakfast she announced that the next day they would be throwing a
massive, blowout New Year’s Eve party. Afterward she sent Marie and Jane
to the grocery store for supplies and started texting and emailing
invitations. In the afternoon she herself made a trip to the liquor
store, stocking up on everything that people could possibly want to
drink, from Champagne, beer, and wine to whiskey, vodka, and tequila.
She also splurged on a significant amount of caviar.
That evening, Jessica decided, they would make a little home movie.
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Monday, February 8, 2016
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 127
Over Christmas most of the family had been staying with Kat’s grandmother, but she had opted for the guest room at the nearby house of her Uncle Brian, J.J.’s father. At first she had regretted it.
Before this she hadn’t spent much time around J.J.’s stepmother, Lauren, who had married Brian a little over a year before. Initially Kat was confused by the way Lauren acted towards her – aloof, almost hostile. A few times she’d caught Lauren looking at her in a funny way, and when their eyes met, Lauren just stared straight through her, then after a few seconds abruptly looked away.
But on her second day there, Kat had dropped her phone on the floor and bent over to pick it up. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw Lauren staring at her ass, and realized: Oh, she’s into me. That was why she was acting so weird – she was trying to hide it. It all suddenly seemed so obvious, and Kat couldn’t believe she hadn’t figured it out before.
On the one hand, this was very flattering. Lauren was an extremely attractive woman – a tall redhead with an athletic build, and gorgeously crystalline blue-green eyes. She was also a full decade younger than Brian – a trophy wife, no doubt about it.
On the other hand, Kat wasn’t sure she liked Lauren all that much. They were on very different wavelengths. Kat found Lauren to be full of herself, stuck-up, and materialistic. And she wasn’t always very nice to J.J.
On the third hand Kat was horny. It had been a few days, and she had gotten used to a pretty steady diet of pussy. She found herself staring at Lauren’s body – which Lauren liked to show off with tight clothes and short skirts – and salivating a little bit.
Then again Lauren was her uncle’s wife. Kat had been with several married women in the last few months, but this was on a whole different level. In the end, she decided to take a wait-and-see attitude; she wouldn’t make any kind of move, but just let things happen. Still, at times she found herself flirting with Lauren, almost against her will. She kind of enjoyed playing this game without feeling particularly invested in the outcome.
On that particular morning, J.J. and her father had risen early to join the rest of the family for a long hike. Kat, who liked to sleep in whenever possible, had passed on the hike, as had Lauren, who was not the outdoorsy type.
It was late in the morning before Kat stirred, and even then she didn’t open her eyes, just rolled over onto her side. She had been having a sexy dream and was in no hurry to wake up.
Suddenly, though, she got a strange feeling, like she was being watched. She squinted her eyes and glanced to one side – and sure enough, there was Lauren, leaning in the doorway. In response, Kat rolled over onto her other side, but this time made sure her naked ass was sticking out from under the covers (she was sleeping in the nude, as usual). Then she just lay quietly, breathing, waiting.
Finally, a couple minutes later, Lauren crept over to the bed and sat down. Kat felt a warm hand run across her butt. She sighed quietly, as if still asleep. That simple touch melted all her resistance – her nipples got hard, her pussy got wet, and she was ready to go. The hell with everything else.
Lauren lifted the blanket still covering most of Kat’s body and slipped underneath. She spooned Kat from behind, kissing her on the neck. She reached one hand over to cup Kat’s breasts, pinched each nipple, then traced the hand down Kat’s belly and abdomen, through her pubic hair, and between her legs. Feeling one of Lauren’s fingers slide between her pussy lips and push inside, Kat decided there was no point being coy anymore. She rolled over and kissed Lauren hard on the mouth.
At this point Lauren was still fully dressed while Kat was naked, which hardly seemed fair. So Kat pulled Lauren’s T-shirt up and off, revealing a pair of smallish, high and tight breasts with thick brown nipples. Kat sucked them hungrily as Lauren continued to finger-fuck her. She was fully awake now, and then some; she felt aggressive, almost feral. She bit down forcefully on Lauren’s nipples, prompting a moan that was half pleasure, half pain.
Contorting herself, Kat turned sideways so she could pull Lauren’s yoga pants down and off. The smell of arousal was strong and intoxicating, and Kat wasted no time in climbing into 69 position atop the older woman. From there it was almost like a competition between them to see who could make the other come harder and faster. They gripped each other tightly, stabbing their tongues into each other, sucking each others’ clits.
Kat held on for as long as she could. For awhile she was right on the edge but kept her climax at bay by thinking profoundly unsexy thoughts – her least favorite foods, certain teachers at her school. Only when she felt Lauren bucking and spasming beneath her did she let go and feel a tremendously powerful orgasm wash over her.
Sitting back on her haunches, Kat let her weight press her wet pussy down onto Lauren’s face before climbing off. Lauren just lay there unmoving, legs splayed, eyes closed, face smeared with girl juice. As her orgasm subsided Kat started to feel mad at herself for having let herself go so easily. She had been weak, and now she wanted to feel strong.
Moving quickly and decisively, Kat rolled Lauren over onto her stomach and tied her hands behind her back with a belt. Lauren offered no resistance. Kat slid a pillow under her so her ass was lifted in the air, then took a deep breath and laid a good, solid smack on Lauren’s left cheek.
Lauren looked back over her shoulder at Kat, a crooked smile playing across her face. “That all you got?”
In answer, Kat hauled off and swatted her harder on the other cheek. Lauren grunted, but her expression didn’t change. She stared straight into Kat’s eyes, a challenge implicit in her gaze. Kat spanked her several more times, but didn’t get the reaction she wanted. She wasn’t sure what she was looking for, exactly... respect, maybe?
Kat decided to try a different tack. She went to the kitchen and found a nice, heavy wooden spoon. Returning to her room, she thwacked the spoon on the mattress a few times to test it. Lauren raised an eyebrow, then gasped slightly as the first blow landed on her rump. Kat took her time punishing Lauren’s ass with the spoon, turning it good and red, but still wasn’t satisfied with the effect she was having.
Finally she tossed the spoon aside and went to get the strap-on she had brought along, just in case. Opening her suitcase, Kat tossed aside the panties and socks that were covering the apparatus and picked it up. Its weight felt good in her hand. She whacked Lauren’s rear end with it a few times before harnessing up.
Once properly equipped, Kat walked around to where Lauren’s head was and dangled the strap-on in front of her. Her lips were slightly parted, and Kat eased the tip of the dildo between them. Holding the back of Lauren’s head with one hand, Kat thrust forward with her hips, forcing most of the shaft inside. She enjoyed watching the plastic cock disappear into Lauren’s mouth; it was a powerful feeling, as always, especially with the older woman’s hands still tied behind her back.
Kat continued to push in until Lauren started to gag, then eased off a bit. She moved in and out, in and out, fucking Lauren’s mouth until she felt like it was time. Then she pulled out – looking down briefly at Lauren’s eyes, which stared back wide and imploring – and moved around to the other side of the bed.
Kat spread Lauren’s legs, then used her thumbs to pry the older woman’s pussy lips apart. She slowly nudged the thick head of the dildo inside, watching Lauren’s cunt stretch to accommodate it, then abruptly and mercilessly drove the rest of the length in.
Lauren let out a helpless moan that made Kat feel like she was finally getting somewhere. She put every bit of focus and effort at her disposal into taming Lauren’s pussy – slamming into her, then short-stroking, then teasing her clit with the head. When Lauren finally came, she cut loose with a scream that the neighbors must have heard; Kat wondered if her husband and stepdaughter, many miles away, somehow sensed it.
Afterward, they both felt satisfied, though in different ways. They cleaned up and had breakfast, then just hung out, not saying much, but the vibe was relaxed and peaceful. Maybe they weren’t friends now, exactly, but on some level they understood each other. Later in the afternoon Lauren made margaritas and they settled down to wait for Brian and J.J. to come home. No one needed to know what had transpired here; it would be their little secret.
Before this she hadn’t spent much time around J.J.’s stepmother, Lauren, who had married Brian a little over a year before. Initially Kat was confused by the way Lauren acted towards her – aloof, almost hostile. A few times she’d caught Lauren looking at her in a funny way, and when their eyes met, Lauren just stared straight through her, then after a few seconds abruptly looked away.
But on her second day there, Kat had dropped her phone on the floor and bent over to pick it up. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw Lauren staring at her ass, and realized: Oh, she’s into me. That was why she was acting so weird – she was trying to hide it. It all suddenly seemed so obvious, and Kat couldn’t believe she hadn’t figured it out before.
On the one hand, this was very flattering. Lauren was an extremely attractive woman – a tall redhead with an athletic build, and gorgeously crystalline blue-green eyes. She was also a full decade younger than Brian – a trophy wife, no doubt about it.
On the other hand, Kat wasn’t sure she liked Lauren all that much. They were on very different wavelengths. Kat found Lauren to be full of herself, stuck-up, and materialistic. And she wasn’t always very nice to J.J.
On the third hand Kat was horny. It had been a few days, and she had gotten used to a pretty steady diet of pussy. She found herself staring at Lauren’s body – which Lauren liked to show off with tight clothes and short skirts – and salivating a little bit.
Then again Lauren was her uncle’s wife. Kat had been with several married women in the last few months, but this was on a whole different level. In the end, she decided to take a wait-and-see attitude; she wouldn’t make any kind of move, but just let things happen. Still, at times she found herself flirting with Lauren, almost against her will. She kind of enjoyed playing this game without feeling particularly invested in the outcome.
On that particular morning, J.J. and her father had risen early to join the rest of the family for a long hike. Kat, who liked to sleep in whenever possible, had passed on the hike, as had Lauren, who was not the outdoorsy type.
It was late in the morning before Kat stirred, and even then she didn’t open her eyes, just rolled over onto her side. She had been having a sexy dream and was in no hurry to wake up.
Suddenly, though, she got a strange feeling, like she was being watched. She squinted her eyes and glanced to one side – and sure enough, there was Lauren, leaning in the doorway. In response, Kat rolled over onto her other side, but this time made sure her naked ass was sticking out from under the covers (she was sleeping in the nude, as usual). Then she just lay quietly, breathing, waiting.
Finally, a couple minutes later, Lauren crept over to the bed and sat down. Kat felt a warm hand run across her butt. She sighed quietly, as if still asleep. That simple touch melted all her resistance – her nipples got hard, her pussy got wet, and she was ready to go. The hell with everything else.
Lauren lifted the blanket still covering most of Kat’s body and slipped underneath. She spooned Kat from behind, kissing her on the neck. She reached one hand over to cup Kat’s breasts, pinched each nipple, then traced the hand down Kat’s belly and abdomen, through her pubic hair, and between her legs. Feeling one of Lauren’s fingers slide between her pussy lips and push inside, Kat decided there was no point being coy anymore. She rolled over and kissed Lauren hard on the mouth.
At this point Lauren was still fully dressed while Kat was naked, which hardly seemed fair. So Kat pulled Lauren’s T-shirt up and off, revealing a pair of smallish, high and tight breasts with thick brown nipples. Kat sucked them hungrily as Lauren continued to finger-fuck her. She was fully awake now, and then some; she felt aggressive, almost feral. She bit down forcefully on Lauren’s nipples, prompting a moan that was half pleasure, half pain.
Contorting herself, Kat turned sideways so she could pull Lauren’s yoga pants down and off. The smell of arousal was strong and intoxicating, and Kat wasted no time in climbing into 69 position atop the older woman. From there it was almost like a competition between them to see who could make the other come harder and faster. They gripped each other tightly, stabbing their tongues into each other, sucking each others’ clits.
Kat held on for as long as she could. For awhile she was right on the edge but kept her climax at bay by thinking profoundly unsexy thoughts – her least favorite foods, certain teachers at her school. Only when she felt Lauren bucking and spasming beneath her did she let go and feel a tremendously powerful orgasm wash over her.
Sitting back on her haunches, Kat let her weight press her wet pussy down onto Lauren’s face before climbing off. Lauren just lay there unmoving, legs splayed, eyes closed, face smeared with girl juice. As her orgasm subsided Kat started to feel mad at herself for having let herself go so easily. She had been weak, and now she wanted to feel strong.
Moving quickly and decisively, Kat rolled Lauren over onto her stomach and tied her hands behind her back with a belt. Lauren offered no resistance. Kat slid a pillow under her so her ass was lifted in the air, then took a deep breath and laid a good, solid smack on Lauren’s left cheek.
Lauren looked back over her shoulder at Kat, a crooked smile playing across her face. “That all you got?”
In answer, Kat hauled off and swatted her harder on the other cheek. Lauren grunted, but her expression didn’t change. She stared straight into Kat’s eyes, a challenge implicit in her gaze. Kat spanked her several more times, but didn’t get the reaction she wanted. She wasn’t sure what she was looking for, exactly... respect, maybe?
Kat decided to try a different tack. She went to the kitchen and found a nice, heavy wooden spoon. Returning to her room, she thwacked the spoon on the mattress a few times to test it. Lauren raised an eyebrow, then gasped slightly as the first blow landed on her rump. Kat took her time punishing Lauren’s ass with the spoon, turning it good and red, but still wasn’t satisfied with the effect she was having.
Finally she tossed the spoon aside and went to get the strap-on she had brought along, just in case. Opening her suitcase, Kat tossed aside the panties and socks that were covering the apparatus and picked it up. Its weight felt good in her hand. She whacked Lauren’s rear end with it a few times before harnessing up.
Once properly equipped, Kat walked around to where Lauren’s head was and dangled the strap-on in front of her. Her lips were slightly parted, and Kat eased the tip of the dildo between them. Holding the back of Lauren’s head with one hand, Kat thrust forward with her hips, forcing most of the shaft inside. She enjoyed watching the plastic cock disappear into Lauren’s mouth; it was a powerful feeling, as always, especially with the older woman’s hands still tied behind her back.
Kat continued to push in until Lauren started to gag, then eased off a bit. She moved in and out, in and out, fucking Lauren’s mouth until she felt like it was time. Then she pulled out – looking down briefly at Lauren’s eyes, which stared back wide and imploring – and moved around to the other side of the bed.
Kat spread Lauren’s legs, then used her thumbs to pry the older woman’s pussy lips apart. She slowly nudged the thick head of the dildo inside, watching Lauren’s cunt stretch to accommodate it, then abruptly and mercilessly drove the rest of the length in.
Lauren let out a helpless moan that made Kat feel like she was finally getting somewhere. She put every bit of focus and effort at her disposal into taming Lauren’s pussy – slamming into her, then short-stroking, then teasing her clit with the head. When Lauren finally came, she cut loose with a scream that the neighbors must have heard; Kat wondered if her husband and stepdaughter, many miles away, somehow sensed it.
Afterward, they both felt satisfied, though in different ways. They cleaned up and had breakfast, then just hung out, not saying much, but the vibe was relaxed and peaceful. Maybe they weren’t friends now, exactly, but on some level they understood each other. Later in the afternoon Lauren made margaritas and they settled down to wait for Brian and J.J. to come home. No one needed to know what had transpired here; it would be their little secret.
Sunday, September 6, 2015
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 116
After getting home from shopping, Kat had taken a shower and a nap, and then had dinner with the family. Another classmate was having another party that night, so after dinner she borrowed her mom’s car – promising to be be careful and keep the drinking to a minimum – and made her way across town.
It took her a while to find the house, which was in a neighborhood she’d never been to before, on a one-way street that was hard to access. She finally pulled up in front of a somewhat rundown but spacious suburban home with a giant oak tree out front.
The party was crowded and loud and for a second Kat thought, maybe I’m not in the mood for this. But then she saw Kaci, who immediately ran over and gave her a big hug. Kaci was wearing a different pair of glasses this time, and her brown hair was tied back in a ponytail; her crop-top showed off a taut, toned midriff.
As the two of them walked to the kitchen together to get drinks, Kaci told Kat that she and her boyfriend had had a big fight the night before and broken up. She implied that the fight had been precipitated by Kaci’s flirting with Kat. “He’s such a jerk,” said Kaci. “He said some really mean things about you.”
“Like what?” asked Kat.
“I don’t want to say.”
“It’s alright,” Kat reassured her. “Just tell me.”
Kaci leaned a little closer. “He said you were a carpet-munching whore.”
Kat grinned. “That’s so not true,” she said. “I never take money for it.”
Kaci giggled. “You’re so funny.” Just then new song with a heavy bassline came on the stereo, and Kaci grabbed Kat’s hand and led her to the living room, where people were dancing.
The two of them spent the next couple hours dancing together, pretty much ignoring everyone else around them, getting closer and closer, dancing dirtier and dirtier. At one point Kaci openly rubbed her crotch on Kat’s thigh, and Kat grinned to herself – she knew what was going to happen here, but there was no reason to be in a hurry about it.
Later, during a particularly long and funky James Brown song, Kat saw Lexi across the room. She nodded a greeting, but quickly returned her attention to the matter at hand. Kaci’s tits were bobbing rhythmically, her erect nipples plainly visible under her t-shirt. Kat imagined what they were going to feel like in her mouth, and realized that she was actually drooling. It was time to close the deal.
When the song ended, Kaci collapsed onto the couch in the corner, exhausted. Kat wiped the sweat from her brow and went to the kitchen, where she grabbed two bottles of beer. For a few minutes she and Kaci just sat together, sipping their delicious cold beverages, recharging their batteries. Then Kat abruptly stood, helped Kaci up from the couch, and wrapped one hand around Kaci’s skinny arm.
Weaving through the crowd, Kat steered Kaci down a hallway and up a flight of stairs, then another. She wanted to find a nice private place, and finally settled on a quiet third-floor bedroom lit only by a nightlight in the corner.
After gently removing Kaci’s glasses and sitting them on a bedside table, Kat leaned forward to kiss her. Kaci kissed back aggressively, sloppily, and with lots of tongue. It was a couple minutes before Kat could break away long enough to pull Kaci’s top off. She was braless underneath, and her tits were perfect rounded handfuls, so Kat took one in each hand and squeezed, tweaking the nipples to make them even harder.
Sitting Kaci down on the bed, Kat bent down and spent some quality time with her breasts. They were delightfully soft, smooth, and sweet-tasting, with just a hint of salt from her sweat. Kaci whimpered softly and ran her fingers through Kat’s green hair. Kat slid one hand up Kaci’s thigh to her crotch; it was quite damp, the liquid soaking through the fabric of her jeans. She was ready.
Kat unbuttoned Kaci’s jeans and helped her wriggle out of them; they were tight enough that it was a bit of a struggle. Now Kaci was on her back, wearing only a black thong and black-and-white-striped socks. Kat reached down and traced her hands up Kaci’s tender thighs. Then she trailed her thumbs along Kaci’s hipbones and hooked them into the waistband of the thong.
Tossing the thong aside, Kat pushed one index finger between Kaci’s pussy lips, feeling her muscles reflexively contract. She was extremely tight – that boyfriend of hers must have a tiny dick, Kat thought.
Kat continued to finger-fuck Kaci as she fell to her knees and ran her tongue gently all around Kaci’s belly and pelvis. Kaci squirmed and moaned, her breathing coming heavy and ragged. When Kat rubbed a thumb against Kaci’s clit, she came like a freight train. This poor girl is on a hair trigger, thought Kat. Poor thing, I bet her man never made her come.
Kat gave Kaci 30 seconds to savor the orgasm, then got to work with her tongue. Feeling generous, she made Kaci come three more times before she came up for air. Kaci didn’t move for awhile, just lay there with a dreamy look on her face. “Holy shit,” she said as she finally sat up. “You don’t mess around.”
Kaci was eager to reciprocate, and Kat happily let herself be undressed and stretched out on the bed to receive her just desserts. This was Kaci’s first time sucking another woman’s breasts, and she found that she quite liked it – the feel of the soft flesh in her mouth, the hard nipple pressing against her tongue. She got so caught up in that Kat eventually gave her a gentle nudge to encourage her to explore further south.
Upon arriving between Kat’s legs, Kaci spent a little time just staring at her pussy from a few inches away. This was all a new experience for her. Is that what mine looks like, she wondered? The smell was familiar, but subtly different too. Finally Kaci bent forward and placed a kiss on Kat’s blond mons, then extended her tongue and took her first tentative taste.
Kat sighed and opened her legs all the way. Kaci was slow at first, exploring the territory, figuring out what made Kat feel good. But after a while she got into it, pushing her tongue deep inside for awhile, then lapping gently at Kat’s clit.
Suddenly something caught Kat’s attention out of the corner of her eye. Out in the hallway, there was a movement in the shadows. She thought she saw a face, but it was hard to make anything out in the dim light.
In fact, they were now being watched by Kaci’s boyfriend – or, technically, ex-boyfriend – Steven. He’d arrived at the party about 15 minutes previously, drunk and angry, looking to find Kaci and tell her a thing or two. When people told him that she had last been seen with Kat, he got even madder and went looking for them. But now that he had found them, he could do nothing but stand and watch as Kaci’s head bobbed up and down between Kat’s legs.
For a second Kat was freaked out at being spied on, but Kaci was doing such a good job, Kat didn’t want to break her rhythm. So she said fuck it, who cares, and after a minute it started to feel kind of sexy knowing that someone was watching them. Just then a car came down the street, and for a split second the headlights illuminated the room, revealing Steven standing in the doorway with his erect cock in his hand. A strange, knowing look passed between him and Kat, and then it was dark again.
Immediately Kat was hit with an orgasm that almost knocked her unconscious. By the time she opened her eyes again, Steven was gone. The two girls crawled under the covers and cuddled for awhile. Kat debated whether to tell Kaci that Steven had been there, but ended up deciding against it. It seemed now like some weird dream she’d had; she didn’t feel 100% sure that it had really happened.
By this time it was getting late and the party was breaking up, so they got dressed and said their goodbyes. Kat got the feeling, she didn’t know why, that this was probably a one-time thing. And that was fine; she’d had fun, but there was still a whole world to explore.
It took her a while to find the house, which was in a neighborhood she’d never been to before, on a one-way street that was hard to access. She finally pulled up in front of a somewhat rundown but spacious suburban home with a giant oak tree out front.
The party was crowded and loud and for a second Kat thought, maybe I’m not in the mood for this. But then she saw Kaci, who immediately ran over and gave her a big hug. Kaci was wearing a different pair of glasses this time, and her brown hair was tied back in a ponytail; her crop-top showed off a taut, toned midriff.
As the two of them walked to the kitchen together to get drinks, Kaci told Kat that she and her boyfriend had had a big fight the night before and broken up. She implied that the fight had been precipitated by Kaci’s flirting with Kat. “He’s such a jerk,” said Kaci. “He said some really mean things about you.”
“Like what?” asked Kat.
“I don’t want to say.”
“It’s alright,” Kat reassured her. “Just tell me.”
Kaci leaned a little closer. “He said you were a carpet-munching whore.”
Kat grinned. “That’s so not true,” she said. “I never take money for it.”
Kaci giggled. “You’re so funny.” Just then new song with a heavy bassline came on the stereo, and Kaci grabbed Kat’s hand and led her to the living room, where people were dancing.
The two of them spent the next couple hours dancing together, pretty much ignoring everyone else around them, getting closer and closer, dancing dirtier and dirtier. At one point Kaci openly rubbed her crotch on Kat’s thigh, and Kat grinned to herself – she knew what was going to happen here, but there was no reason to be in a hurry about it.
Later, during a particularly long and funky James Brown song, Kat saw Lexi across the room. She nodded a greeting, but quickly returned her attention to the matter at hand. Kaci’s tits were bobbing rhythmically, her erect nipples plainly visible under her t-shirt. Kat imagined what they were going to feel like in her mouth, and realized that she was actually drooling. It was time to close the deal.
When the song ended, Kaci collapsed onto the couch in the corner, exhausted. Kat wiped the sweat from her brow and went to the kitchen, where she grabbed two bottles of beer. For a few minutes she and Kaci just sat together, sipping their delicious cold beverages, recharging their batteries. Then Kat abruptly stood, helped Kaci up from the couch, and wrapped one hand around Kaci’s skinny arm.
Weaving through the crowd, Kat steered Kaci down a hallway and up a flight of stairs, then another. She wanted to find a nice private place, and finally settled on a quiet third-floor bedroom lit only by a nightlight in the corner.
After gently removing Kaci’s glasses and sitting them on a bedside table, Kat leaned forward to kiss her. Kaci kissed back aggressively, sloppily, and with lots of tongue. It was a couple minutes before Kat could break away long enough to pull Kaci’s top off. She was braless underneath, and her tits were perfect rounded handfuls, so Kat took one in each hand and squeezed, tweaking the nipples to make them even harder.
Sitting Kaci down on the bed, Kat bent down and spent some quality time with her breasts. They were delightfully soft, smooth, and sweet-tasting, with just a hint of salt from her sweat. Kaci whimpered softly and ran her fingers through Kat’s green hair. Kat slid one hand up Kaci’s thigh to her crotch; it was quite damp, the liquid soaking through the fabric of her jeans. She was ready.
Kat unbuttoned Kaci’s jeans and helped her wriggle out of them; they were tight enough that it was a bit of a struggle. Now Kaci was on her back, wearing only a black thong and black-and-white-striped socks. Kat reached down and traced her hands up Kaci’s tender thighs. Then she trailed her thumbs along Kaci’s hipbones and hooked them into the waistband of the thong.
Tossing the thong aside, Kat pushed one index finger between Kaci’s pussy lips, feeling her muscles reflexively contract. She was extremely tight – that boyfriend of hers must have a tiny dick, Kat thought.
Kat continued to finger-fuck Kaci as she fell to her knees and ran her tongue gently all around Kaci’s belly and pelvis. Kaci squirmed and moaned, her breathing coming heavy and ragged. When Kat rubbed a thumb against Kaci’s clit, she came like a freight train. This poor girl is on a hair trigger, thought Kat. Poor thing, I bet her man never made her come.
Kat gave Kaci 30 seconds to savor the orgasm, then got to work with her tongue. Feeling generous, she made Kaci come three more times before she came up for air. Kaci didn’t move for awhile, just lay there with a dreamy look on her face. “Holy shit,” she said as she finally sat up. “You don’t mess around.”
Kaci was eager to reciprocate, and Kat happily let herself be undressed and stretched out on the bed to receive her just desserts. This was Kaci’s first time sucking another woman’s breasts, and she found that she quite liked it – the feel of the soft flesh in her mouth, the hard nipple pressing against her tongue. She got so caught up in that Kat eventually gave her a gentle nudge to encourage her to explore further south.
Upon arriving between Kat’s legs, Kaci spent a little time just staring at her pussy from a few inches away. This was all a new experience for her. Is that what mine looks like, she wondered? The smell was familiar, but subtly different too. Finally Kaci bent forward and placed a kiss on Kat’s blond mons, then extended her tongue and took her first tentative taste.
Kat sighed and opened her legs all the way. Kaci was slow at first, exploring the territory, figuring out what made Kat feel good. But after a while she got into it, pushing her tongue deep inside for awhile, then lapping gently at Kat’s clit.
Suddenly something caught Kat’s attention out of the corner of her eye. Out in the hallway, there was a movement in the shadows. She thought she saw a face, but it was hard to make anything out in the dim light.
In fact, they were now being watched by Kaci’s boyfriend – or, technically, ex-boyfriend – Steven. He’d arrived at the party about 15 minutes previously, drunk and angry, looking to find Kaci and tell her a thing or two. When people told him that she had last been seen with Kat, he got even madder and went looking for them. But now that he had found them, he could do nothing but stand and watch as Kaci’s head bobbed up and down between Kat’s legs.
For a second Kat was freaked out at being spied on, but Kaci was doing such a good job, Kat didn’t want to break her rhythm. So she said fuck it, who cares, and after a minute it started to feel kind of sexy knowing that someone was watching them. Just then a car came down the street, and for a split second the headlights illuminated the room, revealing Steven standing in the doorway with his erect cock in his hand. A strange, knowing look passed between him and Kat, and then it was dark again.
Immediately Kat was hit with an orgasm that almost knocked her unconscious. By the time she opened her eyes again, Steven was gone. The two girls crawled under the covers and cuddled for awhile. Kat debated whether to tell Kaci that Steven had been there, but ended up deciding against it. It seemed now like some weird dream she’d had; she didn’t feel 100% sure that it had really happened.
By this time it was getting late and the party was breaking up, so they got dressed and said their goodbyes. Kat got the feeling, she didn’t know why, that this was probably a one-time thing. And that was fine; she’d had fun, but there was still a whole world to explore.
Friday, June 12, 2015
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 112
After having some sexy dreams, Kat woke up feeling extremely horny – which was not an unusual occurrence for her, but this was an especially acute case. She had been sleeping on a couch in Jackie’s living room, and on the other couch – perpendicular to hers – Lexi was still snoozing away, naked under a blue comforter.
Sliding off the couch with a blanket still wrapped around her, Kat pulled the comforter down to expose Lexi’s breasts. Her chest rose and fell, rose and fell; her face looked angelic in repose. Kat leaned forward to very softly kiss and lick her nipples, which began to reflexively harden. Lexi let out a little whimper and shifted her position slightly, but didn’t really wake up.
So Kat pulled the blanket down further and kissed her way down Lexi’s torso, across her navel, and down her abdomen to her crotch. When Kat rubbed her nose in the soft blond pubic hair, Lexi curled her toes and whimpered again, still in dreamland.
Lexi’s legs were naturally somewhat open, and Kat eased them a little further apart, then began to gently lick her inner thighs. The skin was exquisitely soft there, but not as soft as the pink flesh between her legs, which Kat now slid the tip of her tongue across. Lexi moaned slightly louder; she was partly awake now, aware that something was happening between her legs, though not sure exactly what.
Kat was patient and considerate; she took her time bringing Lexi to a slow-building and delicious orgasm. Then, after generously allowing Lexi a good 30 seconds to bask in the afterglow, she hopped up on the couch and stationed her wet pussy directly over Lexi’s face, clearly indicating that she was ready for it to be licked. Lexi was still only half-conscious, but did not hesitate to oblige, fair-minded girl that she was.
They were not the only ones having a pleasurable interlude that morning; Jackie and Sara were 69ing in the master bedroom at that very moment. Sara, who was on top, had just had a powerful climax and was resting her head on Jackie’s thigh, not moving. Meanwhile, in the guest room, Olivia, Kelly, and Adriana – who had shared the king-sized bed – were just stirring.
Ana, who was in the middle, woke first and found the other two huddled up against her. She had been sleeping on her left side and Kelly was in front her, butt up against Ana’s crotch, while Olivia was behind her, boobs pressing into Ana’s back. It was a wonderful place to be and Ana stayed in place so as not to disturb anyone; but she did reach one hand in front of her to fondle Kelly’s tits while sliding the other behind her to push between Olivia’s legs.
They both responded, perhaps unconsciously; Olivia sighed and parted her legs slightly, while Kelly mumbled something incomprehensible and giggled. Ana moved her right hand down to cup Kelly’s crotch and soon she was finger-fucking both girls, feeling them grow wetter by the second. Olivia, beginning to waken, nibbled on Ana’s neck while snaking one arm around to pinch Ana’s nipples. Kelly appeared to still be dreaming, but the look on her face said it was a good dream.
Olivia’s hand traced tenderly down Ana’s ribcage, across her belly – which quivered in response – and down to her crotch. There was an audible squish as two of Olivia’s fingers slipped inside Ana and from there it was a race to the finish. But Ana had a head start and before long Kelly and Olivia came almost simultaneously.
The strength of Olivia’s orgasm took her by surprise – Ana had strong and talented hands – and she completely forgot what she had been doing. But after she’d had a minute to gather her wits she propped herself up on one arm and locked eyes with Kelly. They nodded to each other and together dove under the covers, meeting up between Adriana’s legs. Once there they paid long and careful attention to making sure their sister cheerleader was fully satisfied.
A half-hour later, when everyone in the house had had their fill of pussy, they all gathered for breakfast. Sara made huge piles of pancakes and bacon, while Jackie poured them all mimosas. Technically she could have lost her job for serving students alcohol, but then when she thought back over all the fireable offenses she’d committed that year, it made for quite a long list. And yet here she was, still standing, and having enjoyed pleasures most people couldn’t even conceive of.
They all lifted their glasses and Jackie made a toast. “To the best cheerleading squad there’s ever been,” she said. “And I think, maybe, the best there ever will be. Cheers!”
Sliding off the couch with a blanket still wrapped around her, Kat pulled the comforter down to expose Lexi’s breasts. Her chest rose and fell, rose and fell; her face looked angelic in repose. Kat leaned forward to very softly kiss and lick her nipples, which began to reflexively harden. Lexi let out a little whimper and shifted her position slightly, but didn’t really wake up.
So Kat pulled the blanket down further and kissed her way down Lexi’s torso, across her navel, and down her abdomen to her crotch. When Kat rubbed her nose in the soft blond pubic hair, Lexi curled her toes and whimpered again, still in dreamland.
Lexi’s legs were naturally somewhat open, and Kat eased them a little further apart, then began to gently lick her inner thighs. The skin was exquisitely soft there, but not as soft as the pink flesh between her legs, which Kat now slid the tip of her tongue across. Lexi moaned slightly louder; she was partly awake now, aware that something was happening between her legs, though not sure exactly what.
Kat was patient and considerate; she took her time bringing Lexi to a slow-building and delicious orgasm. Then, after generously allowing Lexi a good 30 seconds to bask in the afterglow, she hopped up on the couch and stationed her wet pussy directly over Lexi’s face, clearly indicating that she was ready for it to be licked. Lexi was still only half-conscious, but did not hesitate to oblige, fair-minded girl that she was.
They were not the only ones having a pleasurable interlude that morning; Jackie and Sara were 69ing in the master bedroom at that very moment. Sara, who was on top, had just had a powerful climax and was resting her head on Jackie’s thigh, not moving. Meanwhile, in the guest room, Olivia, Kelly, and Adriana – who had shared the king-sized bed – were just stirring.
Ana, who was in the middle, woke first and found the other two huddled up against her. She had been sleeping on her left side and Kelly was in front her, butt up against Ana’s crotch, while Olivia was behind her, boobs pressing into Ana’s back. It was a wonderful place to be and Ana stayed in place so as not to disturb anyone; but she did reach one hand in front of her to fondle Kelly’s tits while sliding the other behind her to push between Olivia’s legs.
They both responded, perhaps unconsciously; Olivia sighed and parted her legs slightly, while Kelly mumbled something incomprehensible and giggled. Ana moved her right hand down to cup Kelly’s crotch and soon she was finger-fucking both girls, feeling them grow wetter by the second. Olivia, beginning to waken, nibbled on Ana’s neck while snaking one arm around to pinch Ana’s nipples. Kelly appeared to still be dreaming, but the look on her face said it was a good dream.
Olivia’s hand traced tenderly down Ana’s ribcage, across her belly – which quivered in response – and down to her crotch. There was an audible squish as two of Olivia’s fingers slipped inside Ana and from there it was a race to the finish. But Ana had a head start and before long Kelly and Olivia came almost simultaneously.
The strength of Olivia’s orgasm took her by surprise – Ana had strong and talented hands – and she completely forgot what she had been doing. But after she’d had a minute to gather her wits she propped herself up on one arm and locked eyes with Kelly. They nodded to each other and together dove under the covers, meeting up between Adriana’s legs. Once there they paid long and careful attention to making sure their sister cheerleader was fully satisfied.
A half-hour later, when everyone in the house had had their fill of pussy, they all gathered for breakfast. Sara made huge piles of pancakes and bacon, while Jackie poured them all mimosas. Technically she could have lost her job for serving students alcohol, but then when she thought back over all the fireable offenses she’d committed that year, it made for quite a long list. And yet here she was, still standing, and having enjoyed pleasures most people couldn’t even conceive of.
They all lifted their glasses and Jackie made a toast. “To the best cheerleading squad there’s ever been,” she said. “And I think, maybe, the best there ever will be. Cheers!”
Sunday, May 3, 2015
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 108
The football game was anticlimactic; the team had been having a tough season, and lost this last game badly, going down 17-0 in the first quarter. Kat found her mind wandering – she thought about how much had changed over the last months, looking out at the crowd, counting everyone she’d had carnal knowledge of. Jackie was there, of course, as was Sara. So were Betty Ann, and Janice, and Ella. Serena and Annalise sat together in the bleachers. And then there were her fellow cheerleaders, Kelly, Ana, Olivia, and Lexi. Even a couple of her ex-boyfriends were there, including one of the football players.
Suddenly she felt like a bit of a slut. Well, maybe she was; she shrugged it off. She’d been enjoying herself.
After the game one of their classmates was throwing a party, so the senior cheerleaders showered, changed, and set off together on foot. Jackie had invited the five of them to her house later, for a sleepover to celebrate the end of the season. So all of them took it easy at the party, except for Kat, who drank more than usual and spent most of the evening flirting with Kaci, a cute little thing with brown hair and glasses. Though Kaci was nominally straight, Kat thought she might be a long-term prospect. In her mind, a straight girl was just one she hadn’t fucked yet.
Recently Kat had acquired a reputation as the most active lesbian in the vicinity, and while that made some of the girls treat her coldly or avoid her altogether, it made others curious. Kaci was in the curious category. She didn’t even really know what two girls did together, but she was intrigued by the idea – and by Kat, who carried herself with such brusque self-assurance.
At one point Kaci’s boyfriend came over and put her arm around her possessively. Kat could tell that he didn’t like Kaci talking to her, but since their conversation was perfectly innocuous – centering at that point on the history final they’d both taken – there wasn’t much he could object to. Eventually he was called back to do shots with his friends, and Kat took the opportunity to move closer, whispering right into Kaci’s ear under the pretense of making herself heard.
About 10:00 Kelly came over to tell her that they were leaving for Jackie’s, and Kat waved her off. “Go ahead,” she said. “I’ll catch up with you guys later.” Kelly shrugged and left them to it.
Two greyhounds later, Kat decided that she had done enough to lay some groundwork with Kaci, and leaned in to say goodbye, surreptitiously planting a kiss on Kaci’s cheek. Out in the cold night air, she pulled her coat tight around her and covered the five blocks to Jackie’s house briskly and purposefully.
Upon arriving at the delightfully warm house she found Kelly, Olivia, and Ana in the kitchen, popping popcorn and making brownies. After pouring herself a tall glass of cold water, Kat walked through the door that led to the garage, where Jackie and Lexi were playing ping-pong. She was surprised to see Sara Valentine there as well, sitting on a stool watching the game. They all greeted Kat but again she felt a bit of frost coming from Jackie, so after a couple points she went back into the house.
The other three girls had settled into the living room with snacks and were discussing what movie they might want to watch. The conversation had gone on for 15 minutes with little progress when Jackie appeared, ping-pong paddle still in hand, with Sara trailing right behind her.
Jackie fixed Kat with a serious stare. “Kat, there’s something I’d like to discuss with you.”
Kat felt a lump in her throat. She still thought of Jackie as an authority figure, despite everything, and this didn’t sound promising. “Um, sure,” she answered. “What?”
“Sara and I have been talking, and I think you owe her an apology,” said Jackie. “For how you’ve treated her.”
“Really?” said Kat. She thought quietly for a few seconds, and then added, “Well, I guess I can see your point.” Looking at Sara, she said, “I”m sorry, Ms. Valentine.”
Jackie shook her head. “That’s not what I had in mind.”
A funny feeling began to creep over Kat. Something exciting might be happening here. All the other cheerleaders were watching her, including Lexi, who had just come into the room.
“Well....” said Kat, “what were you thinking exactly?”
“Stand up,” said Jackie, and Kat obeyed. Jackie handed the paddle to Sara and, spinning Kat around to face the couch she’d just stood up from, pulled off Kat’s T-shirt, then her bra, her jeans, and her panties. Producing a pair of handcuffs from an end table, Jackie cinched Kat’s hands behind her back, pulled her down to her knees, and bent her over the couch.
Jackie gestured to Sara, who started to walk toward them, then stopped, shaking her head. “You do it for me,” she said, holding the ping-pong paddle out to Jackie.
“If you say so,” Jackie answered, taking the paddle. Kneeling behind Kat, she gently touched it against one butt cheek, measuring the distance. Then there was a loud “thwack” as the first blow landed.
Kat yelped, feeling a sharp pain but also a strange kind of satisfaction. She did feel a little guilty, she had to admit, about a couple of her recent actions; it actually felt good to do some penance.
Jackie took her time about the punishment, alternating cheeks, enjoying the way Kat’s ass jiggled slightly after each whack and then settled down. The other girls watched intently; this was better than any movie they could have watched.
When she felt that the point had just about been made, Jackie looked back at Sara and jerked her head. Sara had been standing there drinking a glass of wine, which she now sat on the coffee table, then reached down and pulled off her skirt. She was naked underneath, the slightest hint of pink visible under her ample brown curls.
Sara crawled onto the couch and spun around so that Kat’s head was between her legs. Jackie used one hand to push Kat’s green-haired head forward into Sara’s crotch – not that she needed to; Kat was amped up and ready to go. She ran her tongue along the length of the English teacher’s slit from bottom to top, lapping up the juice that was gathered there.
Jackie, meanwhile, laid on a few more half-strength smacks just for good measure. Kat’s rear was nice and red now, almost the same color as the rubber on the paddle. Jackie flipped the paddle around and rubbed the handle between Kat’s legs. Kat let out a long “Mmmmm” and was momentarily distracted from Sara’s pussy; so Jackie gave her one solid smack with a bare hand and pushed her head back down in there.
Putting the paddle down, Jackie reached again into the same end table and pulled out a strap-on. After harnessing up she got into position behind Kat, eased the cheerleader’s legs apart with one knee, and plunged in. The other girls offered their encouragement; “Fuck her good,” said Olivia, and Ana added, “Punish that cunt.”
Sara came hard, letting out a high-pitched whine and clamping Kat’s head between her legs. Then they changed positions, with Kat now laying on the couch on her back. For a few minutes Sara just watched as Jackie first fucked Kat’s mouth, then spread her legs and penetrated her again; whereupon Sara sat on Kat’s face and rode her, gripping her tits for support.
This went on until Sara came again and fell forward onto Kat. She reached out her tongue to touch Kat’s clit and the circuit was completed; Kat spasmed violently and let out a belly-deep, keening moan. Jackie pulled out and sat back, reaching down to finger her own pussy, as Kat and Sara lay motionless, spent and drenched in sweat.
For a few minutes it was quiet in the room, until Lexi’s voice broke the silence.
“Um, I think I really need to apologize too.”
.
Suddenly she felt like a bit of a slut. Well, maybe she was; she shrugged it off. She’d been enjoying herself.
After the game one of their classmates was throwing a party, so the senior cheerleaders showered, changed, and set off together on foot. Jackie had invited the five of them to her house later, for a sleepover to celebrate the end of the season. So all of them took it easy at the party, except for Kat, who drank more than usual and spent most of the evening flirting with Kaci, a cute little thing with brown hair and glasses. Though Kaci was nominally straight, Kat thought she might be a long-term prospect. In her mind, a straight girl was just one she hadn’t fucked yet.
Recently Kat had acquired a reputation as the most active lesbian in the vicinity, and while that made some of the girls treat her coldly or avoid her altogether, it made others curious. Kaci was in the curious category. She didn’t even really know what two girls did together, but she was intrigued by the idea – and by Kat, who carried herself with such brusque self-assurance.
At one point Kaci’s boyfriend came over and put her arm around her possessively. Kat could tell that he didn’t like Kaci talking to her, but since their conversation was perfectly innocuous – centering at that point on the history final they’d both taken – there wasn’t much he could object to. Eventually he was called back to do shots with his friends, and Kat took the opportunity to move closer, whispering right into Kaci’s ear under the pretense of making herself heard.
About 10:00 Kelly came over to tell her that they were leaving for Jackie’s, and Kat waved her off. “Go ahead,” she said. “I’ll catch up with you guys later.” Kelly shrugged and left them to it.
Two greyhounds later, Kat decided that she had done enough to lay some groundwork with Kaci, and leaned in to say goodbye, surreptitiously planting a kiss on Kaci’s cheek. Out in the cold night air, she pulled her coat tight around her and covered the five blocks to Jackie’s house briskly and purposefully.
Upon arriving at the delightfully warm house she found Kelly, Olivia, and Ana in the kitchen, popping popcorn and making brownies. After pouring herself a tall glass of cold water, Kat walked through the door that led to the garage, where Jackie and Lexi were playing ping-pong. She was surprised to see Sara Valentine there as well, sitting on a stool watching the game. They all greeted Kat but again she felt a bit of frost coming from Jackie, so after a couple points she went back into the house.
The other three girls had settled into the living room with snacks and were discussing what movie they might want to watch. The conversation had gone on for 15 minutes with little progress when Jackie appeared, ping-pong paddle still in hand, with Sara trailing right behind her.
Jackie fixed Kat with a serious stare. “Kat, there’s something I’d like to discuss with you.”
Kat felt a lump in her throat. She still thought of Jackie as an authority figure, despite everything, and this didn’t sound promising. “Um, sure,” she answered. “What?”
“Sara and I have been talking, and I think you owe her an apology,” said Jackie. “For how you’ve treated her.”
“Really?” said Kat. She thought quietly for a few seconds, and then added, “Well, I guess I can see your point.” Looking at Sara, she said, “I”m sorry, Ms. Valentine.”
Jackie shook her head. “That’s not what I had in mind.”
A funny feeling began to creep over Kat. Something exciting might be happening here. All the other cheerleaders were watching her, including Lexi, who had just come into the room.
“Well....” said Kat, “what were you thinking exactly?”
“Stand up,” said Jackie, and Kat obeyed. Jackie handed the paddle to Sara and, spinning Kat around to face the couch she’d just stood up from, pulled off Kat’s T-shirt, then her bra, her jeans, and her panties. Producing a pair of handcuffs from an end table, Jackie cinched Kat’s hands behind her back, pulled her down to her knees, and bent her over the couch.
Jackie gestured to Sara, who started to walk toward them, then stopped, shaking her head. “You do it for me,” she said, holding the ping-pong paddle out to Jackie.
“If you say so,” Jackie answered, taking the paddle. Kneeling behind Kat, she gently touched it against one butt cheek, measuring the distance. Then there was a loud “thwack” as the first blow landed.
Kat yelped, feeling a sharp pain but also a strange kind of satisfaction. She did feel a little guilty, she had to admit, about a couple of her recent actions; it actually felt good to do some penance.
Jackie took her time about the punishment, alternating cheeks, enjoying the way Kat’s ass jiggled slightly after each whack and then settled down. The other girls watched intently; this was better than any movie they could have watched.
When she felt that the point had just about been made, Jackie looked back at Sara and jerked her head. Sara had been standing there drinking a glass of wine, which she now sat on the coffee table, then reached down and pulled off her skirt. She was naked underneath, the slightest hint of pink visible under her ample brown curls.
Sara crawled onto the couch and spun around so that Kat’s head was between her legs. Jackie used one hand to push Kat’s green-haired head forward into Sara’s crotch – not that she needed to; Kat was amped up and ready to go. She ran her tongue along the length of the English teacher’s slit from bottom to top, lapping up the juice that was gathered there.
Jackie, meanwhile, laid on a few more half-strength smacks just for good measure. Kat’s rear was nice and red now, almost the same color as the rubber on the paddle. Jackie flipped the paddle around and rubbed the handle between Kat’s legs. Kat let out a long “Mmmmm” and was momentarily distracted from Sara’s pussy; so Jackie gave her one solid smack with a bare hand and pushed her head back down in there.
Putting the paddle down, Jackie reached again into the same end table and pulled out a strap-on. After harnessing up she got into position behind Kat, eased the cheerleader’s legs apart with one knee, and plunged in. The other girls offered their encouragement; “Fuck her good,” said Olivia, and Ana added, “Punish that cunt.”
Sara came hard, letting out a high-pitched whine and clamping Kat’s head between her legs. Then they changed positions, with Kat now laying on the couch on her back. For a few minutes Sara just watched as Jackie first fucked Kat’s mouth, then spread her legs and penetrated her again; whereupon Sara sat on Kat’s face and rode her, gripping her tits for support.
This went on until Sara came again and fell forward onto Kat. She reached out her tongue to touch Kat’s clit and the circuit was completed; Kat spasmed violently and let out a belly-deep, keening moan. Jackie pulled out and sat back, reaching down to finger her own pussy, as Kat and Sara lay motionless, spent and drenched in sweat.
For a few minutes it was quiet in the room, until Lexi’s voice broke the silence.
“Um, I think I really need to apologize too.”
.
Saturday, April 18, 2015
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 106
As she made her way on foot to Jackie London’s house, Kat felt buoyant and joyful despite the winter night’s chill. She was a little tipsy, having just left a big party at a fellow senior’s house, and school was over until after New Year’s. Even more than that, it just felt like change was in the air, and she found this exhilarating.
Over breakfast that morning it had suddenly struck her that the football game against their historical rival, which marked the end of the season, was that night. This meant that for the five senior cheerleaders, this would be the last time they cheered together, except for a few special events in the spring. Kat had known this day was coming, of course, but she’d been so preoccupied with other things that she hadn’t thought much about it until now.
She found that she had mixed feelings. On the one hand, she would miss the camaraderie of the team and the excitement of cheering before a crowd, absorbing their energy and reflecting it back to them in a feedback loop that could be a powerful natural high. On the other hand, she felt like being a cheerleader didn’t really fit with the way her identity was evolving; it seemed like a remnant of a former self. She knew that her bond with Kelly, Olivia, Ana, and Lexi would remain strong no matter what; they were part of a special sisterhood that had been through a lot together.
Traditionally the cheerleaders wore their uniforms to school on this day, so Kat put hers on and checked herself out in the mirror. Yes, she looked hot, but she also looked, let’s face it, like a child; and it was getting to be time to grow up.
It was sort of a nothing day at school; most people were finished with their finals, and all Kat had to do was make some final revisions to her end-of-term English paper. That took about 15 minutes, and afterwards she just hung out in the library, playing around on the computer and indulging her daydreams and sexual fantasies. Of course, you couldn’t get any actual porn on the school computer, but she knew a few interesting sites that weren’t blocked. After awhile her imagination took over and she leaned back in her chair, watching a little movie in her mind’s eye.
The five senior cheerleaders had locked themselves alone into the library, one side of which was a single large window looking out onto the school’s main hallway. After taking a few minutes to stretch they started going through some of their routines, and gradually a small crowd started to gather at the window. They did a human pyramid, then one of their more complicated choreographed routines, then froze and struck a pose.
On a signal from Kat, they all tore off their tops and tossed them aside. Then they resumed dancing, tits now covered only by sexy bras that did little to stop the bouncing. The crowd grew larger and closer, and several of the boys tried the door, cursing when they found it locked. After a few minutes they froze again, and Kat signaled again, and off came their skirts.
This time when they resumed dancing, clad only in bras and panties, the crowd began to press up against the windows, boys and girls both. More and more people appeared, beginning to jostle for position, craning their heads to see over each other.
They paused again and shed their bras. Each of the five lifted her left breast to her mouth and reached out her tongue to lick the nipple. Then they did the same thing with the right, moving in perfect sync, like they’d practiced it a thousand times.
As they moved on to a new cheer Kat looked out at the crowd. They now resembled nothing so much as a throng of zombies in a brain-eating frenzy. The people in front were being crushed against the glass, their faces distorted in wild excitement. In real life this would have been alarming, but in the fantasy it seemed exactly right.
At the next signal the cheerleaders paused, pulled off their panties, and tossed them toward the window. As they started moving again, now completely nude, Kat looked out at the gathered throng, which now extended as far as one could see down the hallway. She picked out the faces she knew – the principal, Jackie London, Sara Valentine, her classmates and the secretaries and lunch ladies... there, way at the back, was that Jessica? It was hard to tell.
Now it was time for the piece de resistance. At Kat’s command the cheerleaders dropped to the floor and arranged themselves in a perfect five-way daisy chain, each one with her head between the legs of the girl to her right. Five tongues snaked out to touch five pussies, and five bodies began to writhe in pleasure.
In this position Kat couldn’t see anything but she could hear what sounded like a riot start in the crowd, voices shouting and fists pounding on the glass. After a few minutes she signaled and they each turned to face the other direction, licking the girl who had previously been licking her. The noise from outside reached a fever pitch and Kat looked up just in time to see the glass shatter and the crowd rush in....
She was jarred out of her reverie by a noise. which turned out to be the door being opened by a boy who was leaving the library – a young-looking one, probably a freshman. Had he been there the whole time, or had he come in without Kat noticing? Looking down she realized that her skirt was hiked up and she had a hand in her panties. Well, she shrugged, if he saw anything, I hope he enjoyed it.
She also realized that she had been dripping pussy juice on the vinyl of the chair she was sitting on, and that sent her off on a new flight of fancy. In this scenario she Sara Valentine was with her, bent naked over this very chair. Sara’s hands tied behind her back with a belt and Kat pushed her head forward, telling her to lick the seat clean. As she did so Kat first spanked her with a ruler, then fingered her, then fucked her with a strap-on. All the while people went about their business in the library as usual, oblivious to the fact that a senior girl was sexually molesting the English teacher.
After taming Sara’s cunt in her fantasy, Kat pulled off the strap-on, and climbed over Sara to get into the chair. She spread her legs, draping them over the sides of the chair, and had Sara give her a nice tongue-bath. This of course caused Kat to leak more juice onto the chair, starting the cycle all over again....
By now she was feeling extremely worked up and decided it was time to do something about it. She printed out her finished paper and headed for Ms. Valentine’s room. She wasn’t quite sure what she meant to do once she got there – fuck immediately in the classroom? Propose to adjourn back to Sara’s house for lunch? – but she didn’t intend to take no for an answer.
But to her surprise she found Sara sitting there with Jackie London, each of them holding a piece of tupperware and a fork. They looked at her a little strangely, coldly Kat thought, but greeted her nicely enough. Kat thought about proposing a three-way – that would be really nice right now – but somehow couldn’t bring herself to do it. Instead she just put her paper on Sara’s desk and said “See you tonight.”
Kat started to walk off campus, wondering where she might go to scratch her itch. It occurred to her that Betty Ann Collins had been very accommodating the day before, so she decided to head over there. It was only a few minutes away and when she got there she walked around to the back, where she found Betty in the kitchen having tea with Janice. Betty invited Kat to sit down with them, which she did happily, accepting a couple of fresh-baked cookies to go with the tea.
Both of the older women were dressed in yoga clothes, Kat noticed, looking very hot in her opinion. “We were just about to do a few poses,” Betty told her. “Care to join us?”
Kat said of course, and they made their way to the living room, where a nice open space had been cleared out. Betty led them through their paces but Kat found it hard to concentrate, horny as she was, and Janice kept being distracted by the way Kat’s skirt flopped this way and that. It seemed like maybe Betty was intentionally choosing poses that caused Kat to reveal herself; it was hard to tell, as a cheerleading uniform is not well-designed for yoga in the first place.
After about 15 minutes Betty went to the kitchen for water and when she came back Kat and Janice were 69ing on the floor. Janice’s yoga pants were down around her ankles, while Janice had simply pulled the crotch of Kat’s panties aside to get to her pussy. Betty just watched for a minute, then thought what the hell, might as well get involved. She found her strap-on and started filling holes with it – Kat’s mouth, Janice’s pussy, Janice’s pussy, Kat’s mouth. In this fashion they occupied most of the rest of the afternoon, with Kat finally making it back to campus just in time for the final bell.
Over breakfast that morning it had suddenly struck her that the football game against their historical rival, which marked the end of the season, was that night. This meant that for the five senior cheerleaders, this would be the last time they cheered together, except for a few special events in the spring. Kat had known this day was coming, of course, but she’d been so preoccupied with other things that she hadn’t thought much about it until now.
She found that she had mixed feelings. On the one hand, she would miss the camaraderie of the team and the excitement of cheering before a crowd, absorbing their energy and reflecting it back to them in a feedback loop that could be a powerful natural high. On the other hand, she felt like being a cheerleader didn’t really fit with the way her identity was evolving; it seemed like a remnant of a former self. She knew that her bond with Kelly, Olivia, Ana, and Lexi would remain strong no matter what; they were part of a special sisterhood that had been through a lot together.
Traditionally the cheerleaders wore their uniforms to school on this day, so Kat put hers on and checked herself out in the mirror. Yes, she looked hot, but she also looked, let’s face it, like a child; and it was getting to be time to grow up.
It was sort of a nothing day at school; most people were finished with their finals, and all Kat had to do was make some final revisions to her end-of-term English paper. That took about 15 minutes, and afterwards she just hung out in the library, playing around on the computer and indulging her daydreams and sexual fantasies. Of course, you couldn’t get any actual porn on the school computer, but she knew a few interesting sites that weren’t blocked. After awhile her imagination took over and she leaned back in her chair, watching a little movie in her mind’s eye.
The five senior cheerleaders had locked themselves alone into the library, one side of which was a single large window looking out onto the school’s main hallway. After taking a few minutes to stretch they started going through some of their routines, and gradually a small crowd started to gather at the window. They did a human pyramid, then one of their more complicated choreographed routines, then froze and struck a pose.
On a signal from Kat, they all tore off their tops and tossed them aside. Then they resumed dancing, tits now covered only by sexy bras that did little to stop the bouncing. The crowd grew larger and closer, and several of the boys tried the door, cursing when they found it locked. After a few minutes they froze again, and Kat signaled again, and off came their skirts.
This time when they resumed dancing, clad only in bras and panties, the crowd began to press up against the windows, boys and girls both. More and more people appeared, beginning to jostle for position, craning their heads to see over each other.
They paused again and shed their bras. Each of the five lifted her left breast to her mouth and reached out her tongue to lick the nipple. Then they did the same thing with the right, moving in perfect sync, like they’d practiced it a thousand times.
As they moved on to a new cheer Kat looked out at the crowd. They now resembled nothing so much as a throng of zombies in a brain-eating frenzy. The people in front were being crushed against the glass, their faces distorted in wild excitement. In real life this would have been alarming, but in the fantasy it seemed exactly right.
At the next signal the cheerleaders paused, pulled off their panties, and tossed them toward the window. As they started moving again, now completely nude, Kat looked out at the gathered throng, which now extended as far as one could see down the hallway. She picked out the faces she knew – the principal, Jackie London, Sara Valentine, her classmates and the secretaries and lunch ladies... there, way at the back, was that Jessica? It was hard to tell.
Now it was time for the piece de resistance. At Kat’s command the cheerleaders dropped to the floor and arranged themselves in a perfect five-way daisy chain, each one with her head between the legs of the girl to her right. Five tongues snaked out to touch five pussies, and five bodies began to writhe in pleasure.
In this position Kat couldn’t see anything but she could hear what sounded like a riot start in the crowd, voices shouting and fists pounding on the glass. After a few minutes she signaled and they each turned to face the other direction, licking the girl who had previously been licking her. The noise from outside reached a fever pitch and Kat looked up just in time to see the glass shatter and the crowd rush in....
She was jarred out of her reverie by a noise. which turned out to be the door being opened by a boy who was leaving the library – a young-looking one, probably a freshman. Had he been there the whole time, or had he come in without Kat noticing? Looking down she realized that her skirt was hiked up and she had a hand in her panties. Well, she shrugged, if he saw anything, I hope he enjoyed it.
She also realized that she had been dripping pussy juice on the vinyl of the chair she was sitting on, and that sent her off on a new flight of fancy. In this scenario she Sara Valentine was with her, bent naked over this very chair. Sara’s hands tied behind her back with a belt and Kat pushed her head forward, telling her to lick the seat clean. As she did so Kat first spanked her with a ruler, then fingered her, then fucked her with a strap-on. All the while people went about their business in the library as usual, oblivious to the fact that a senior girl was sexually molesting the English teacher.
After taming Sara’s cunt in her fantasy, Kat pulled off the strap-on, and climbed over Sara to get into the chair. She spread her legs, draping them over the sides of the chair, and had Sara give her a nice tongue-bath. This of course caused Kat to leak more juice onto the chair, starting the cycle all over again....
By now she was feeling extremely worked up and decided it was time to do something about it. She printed out her finished paper and headed for Ms. Valentine’s room. She wasn’t quite sure what she meant to do once she got there – fuck immediately in the classroom? Propose to adjourn back to Sara’s house for lunch? – but she didn’t intend to take no for an answer.
But to her surprise she found Sara sitting there with Jackie London, each of them holding a piece of tupperware and a fork. They looked at her a little strangely, coldly Kat thought, but greeted her nicely enough. Kat thought about proposing a three-way – that would be really nice right now – but somehow couldn’t bring herself to do it. Instead she just put her paper on Sara’s desk and said “See you tonight.”
Kat started to walk off campus, wondering where she might go to scratch her itch. It occurred to her that Betty Ann Collins had been very accommodating the day before, so she decided to head over there. It was only a few minutes away and when she got there she walked around to the back, where she found Betty in the kitchen having tea with Janice. Betty invited Kat to sit down with them, which she did happily, accepting a couple of fresh-baked cookies to go with the tea.
Both of the older women were dressed in yoga clothes, Kat noticed, looking very hot in her opinion. “We were just about to do a few poses,” Betty told her. “Care to join us?”
Kat said of course, and they made their way to the living room, where a nice open space had been cleared out. Betty led them through their paces but Kat found it hard to concentrate, horny as she was, and Janice kept being distracted by the way Kat’s skirt flopped this way and that. It seemed like maybe Betty was intentionally choosing poses that caused Kat to reveal herself; it was hard to tell, as a cheerleading uniform is not well-designed for yoga in the first place.
After about 15 minutes Betty went to the kitchen for water and when she came back Kat and Janice were 69ing on the floor. Janice’s yoga pants were down around her ankles, while Janice had simply pulled the crotch of Kat’s panties aside to get to her pussy. Betty just watched for a minute, then thought what the hell, might as well get involved. She found her strap-on and started filling holes with it – Kat’s mouth, Janice’s pussy, Janice’s pussy, Kat’s mouth. In this fashion they occupied most of the rest of the afternoon, with Kat finally making it back to campus just in time for the final bell.
Saturday, December 13, 2014
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 103
Betty Ann Collins was sitting in the kitchen, drinking a cup of tea in her bathrobe, when the doorbell rang. She had no idea who it might be, and upon opening the door was surprised but not displeased to find Kat Bowman, looking pink-cheeked and lovely in the frosty morning air. Betty noted that her hair was now dyed a seasonally appropriate green to go with a tight red sweater that showed off her bountiful bosom.
“Come in, sweetheart,” said Betty.
Kat gratefully said OK and came in out of the cold. Betty offered her a cup of tea and she happily accepted that as well.
“Is Kelly around?” asked Kat.
“No, she has a final this morning and she went into school early.” Kat looked crestfallen. “Is something the matter?”
“Well....” said Kat. trailing off. She stopped for a moment to think, looking into Betty Ann’s gorgeous green eyes. I might as well say it, thought Kat. Betty knows the score, she won’t judge me. “To be honest, I’m just really horny right now and I was hoping for a quickie before school. To clear my head. I have a final later, too. I’ve been studying my ass off but I feel all scattered.”
Betty smiled. “Yeah, I’ve been spending all my time getting ready for our holiday party. I haven’t taken any time for myself in days.” She took a last long drink of tea and sat her cup down, then took Kat by the hand. “Come on.”
Betty led Kat to the bedroom, where she stripped off the younger girl’s red sweater and bra. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Betty began to suckle Kat’s tits while at the same time unzipping her jeans and pulling them down around her knees. Betty slipped a hand between Kat’s thighs and felt the wetness there. The she slid the younger girl’s panties down and nuzzled into her pubic hair, which was thankfully still its natural blond.
Kat groaned and closed her eyes, trying to forget that this was the bed where Betty Ann slept with her husband — that it might well have been the bed where Kelly was conceived. She tried to just surrender herself to the pleasure of the moment, and mostly succeeded.
When Betty pushed a finger inside Kat she suddenly felt a little weak in the knees, and let herself sink down onto the bed next to Betty, who pulled her jeans and panties the rest of the way down and tossed them aside. Kat untied the belt of Betty’s robe and let it fall open, leaning over to nibble on the older woman’s nipples. Betty ran her fingers through Kat’s hair, which was still soft and lustrous despite the torture it had been put through.
Soon Kat was leaning all the way over and then Betty let herself fall onto her back so they could 69. They had a nice, leisurely mutual licking session and when they had each had a pair of quality orgasms Kat rolled off and took a deep, contented breath. “That was exactly what I needed. Thanks, Mrs... I mean, Betty.”
“My pleasure,” answered Betty Ann.
Kat glanced over at the clock. “Well, I’d better run.”
“Sure, sweetheart. Good luck on your final.”
When Kat had gone Betty crawled back under the covers; she had no place in particular to get to this morning. Then a deliciously naughty idea popped into her head. Picking up the phone from the bedside table, she dialed Samantha Bowman’s number. When Samantha answered, Betty said, “What are you doing right now?”
* * *
Jessica and company slept late and wandered downstairs to the hotel restaurant for brunch. When the subject of plans for the day came up, Jane suggested that they might want to see her old house, which was currently being prepared for sale. It was not terribly far away so they put on lightweight jackets and set off on foot. It took them about 45 minutes to get there, and though it was cold the sun was out and the walk was enjoyable.
The real estate company had promised to send someone to meet them, and about 30 seconds after they arrived a black BMW pulled up. Out of it stepped a young woman in her late 20s or early 30s, thin and tallish in a crisp but still sexy business suit. “Hi,” she said, approaching them, “I’m Shoshi.” Up close, Shoshi was well-tanned with curly, dark brown hair and big, coffee-colored eyes.
Jessica, Jane, and Marie introduced themselves and then Shoshi let them into the house. It was an impressive place, upscale and well-appointed without being showy. It was not enormous, but big enough to be comfortable, and considering the location its value was substantial. Jane gave them a tour, including Shoshi, who was happy to have the “owner” of the house give her information that she might be able to use in selling it.
Afterward they congregated in the living room and Jane went down to the wine cellar for a bottle. Technically, everything here was still hers – actually Jessica’s, but Shoshi was not privy to that part of the arrangement.
Shoshi joined them for wine, and as they talked Jessica watched her, carefully sizing her up. Physically, while she had a lot of attractive qualities – dazzling eyes, gorgeously smooth skin, and generous, well-displayed cleavage – she also had pronounced imperfections. Her nose was a little too big, her chin a little too sharp; but she carried herself with confidence, which Jessica appreciated. Still, there was something in her manner that suggested she was not quite as sure of herself as she would like people to believe.
She was a good schmoozer, though, and told some funny stories that got Jane and Marie giggling. The bottle of wine emptied fast and when Jane went for another, Marie insisted on going along to look for something French. This left Jessica and Shoshi alone. Jessica said nothing, looking deep into the younger woman’s eyes. This cowed Shoshi a little and she was suddenly at a loss for anything to say; instead she tapped her foot and toyed awkwardly with her hair. It was quiet in the room for several long minutes before Jane and Marie returned.
The second bottle was popped and Shoshi, Jane, and Marie returned to their conversation. Jessica found herself daydreaming, staring at Shoshi’s breasts. She really wanted to see them, and was thinking how to go about it, when suddenly she thought: Why not take the direct approach?
The next time there was a lull in the conversation she looked at Shoshi and said, “I’ll give you a hundred dollars to show us your tits.”
Shoshi looked taken aback, as was natural. After a moment she started to stutter, “I, um, don’t....”
“Two hundred,” said Jessica.
“That’s very flattering....”
“Two fifty.”
Shoshi paused, looked at Marie, looked at Jane, then back at Jessica. She shrugged. “Let’s see the cash.”
Jessica produced the bills from her wallet and Shoshi pulled off her top, revealing enormous globes that were barely contained by a high-tech bra. Jessica waved the cash at her, then pulled it back; Shoshi got the message. She unharnessed her monsters and let them spring free. Jessica, Marie, and Jane all looked on admiringly – they were magnificent, and they were real.
Jessica sat the money down on the coffee table. “$250 more if you get naked,” she said. Shoshi thought for a few seconds, then nodded her head yes. Jessica fished out more bills as Shoshi took off her shoes, her skirt, her stockings, and then her panties. Her pubic triangle was thick, lush, and glistening, the fronts of her pink pussy lips just barely peeking out from underneath.
Jessica took a minute to enjoy the sight, glancing over at Jane and Marie, both of whom looked on hungrily, hoping they might get to taste this delectable morsel. Finally Jessica laid it on the line. “$500 if you let Jane lick your pussy.”
Shoshi ran her fingers nervously through her hair and several times appeared as if she were about to speak, but nothing came out. Jessica was never in doubt of what the answer would be, but she enjoyed watching the struggle. When Shoshi finally did speak, it was in a hoarse croak. “OK.”
Looking delighted to have been picked for this honor, Jane walked over in front of Shoshi – who had seated herself on the couch – and dropped to her knees. Shoshi bit her lip in an adorable way as Jane pushed her legs apart and licked along her inner thighs. When Jane’s tongue touched Shoshi’s pussy she shuddered visibly, and a guttural moan escaped from the back of her throat. It had probably been too long since she’d gotten laid, Jessica thought. This would be good for her.
After watching for a few minutes Marie looked over at Jessica with a “mother may I?” expression, and Jessica nodded. Marie took a seat on the couch next to Shoshi and leaned over to take one breast in her mouth. Marie loved big tits, and Jessica could see that she was in seventh heaven sucking on Shoshi’s superb specimens.
Just as they had the day before, Jane and Marie shared a pussy-juice-slick kiss as they exchanged places, Jane going to work on Shoshi’s breasts as Marie tongue-fucked her. When Shoshi came she gasped and stiffened, then let out a long, keening moan that almost sounded like she was crying. Then Jessica saw that there actually were tears in the corners of her eyes; clearly this girl had been in desperate need of a good orgasm.
Scooting forward on the plush chair she’d perched herself on, Jessica slid off her jeans and panties and set them carefully aside. She locked eyes with Shoshi, who was wearing a very different expression now. She would need no further convincing, Jessica knew, to do what Jessica asked her to do.
Jane and Marie read their mistress’s expression and knew what she wanted. They each took one of Shoshi’s arms and lifted her from the couch, guiding her to a position on her knees in front of Jessica. Shoshi looked up as Jessica and said “Uh, I’ve never, ummm....”
“It’s OK, honey,” reassured Jessica. “It’s one of the natural instincts.”
Smiling shyly, Shoshi leaned forward and took a tentative taste of Jessica’s pussy. Then another, and another; in a minute she was licking away with abandon.
“Don’t forget the clit,” advised Marie, and Shoshi obediently ran her tongue across Jessica’s button. Jessica spasmed and opened her legs wider, grabbing a handful of Shoshi’s curly hair.
“Good girl,” said Jessica, and before long she felt the leading wave of an orgasm wash over her. She let it happen slowly, reaching down to squeeze Shoshi’s tits, taking a mental snapshot of the girl’s face buried in her crotch. Jessica came hard and felt a great sense of well-being flood through her; she smiled down at Shoshi, who smiled back before looking down at the floor, feeling suddenly self-conscious.
Reaching for her wine glass, Jessica polished off what was left and stood up. To Jane and Marie she said “Wait here.” Then she took Shoshi by the hand and led the younger woman to the bedroom. She wanted very badly to taste Shoshi’s pussy, and she wanted to do it privately, without distractions.
After closing the bedroom door Jessica laid Shoshi down on the bed and started looking around. In half a minute she had found two belts, a necktie, and a bathrobe sash, which she used to bind Shoshi hand and foot to the bedposts. She did it sideways so Shoshi’s head was at one side of the bed and her legs were spread as wide as possible, almost at a 180-degree angle from each other. In this position Shoshi’s beautiful, glistening wet slit was lewdly displayed, and Jessica took a moment to enjoy the sight before going any further.
Leaning down, Jessica poised her head a few inches from Shoshi’s crotch and took a deep breath. Delicious. The dark brown curls were flecked with liquid, and Jessica ran her nose and tongue through the wiry but soft hair.
She had intended to spend a while teasing Shoshi, but found that she couldn’t hold back for long. She attacked Shoshi’s cunt, jabbing her tongue inside, sucking the clit, licking up the nectar. Shoshi was howling, tugging helplessly at her bonds, her boobs bouncing wildly as she writhed. She came once, twice, a third time, before Jessica finally came up for air, wiping her mouth while trying to regain her composure.
Walking around to the other side of the bed, Jessica bent down to give Shoshi a long, slow kiss, making sure she got a good taste of herself. Before leaving, Jessica freed one of Shoshi’s hands so she would be able to untie herself. Shoshi made no move to do so, however, just gazed up dreamily with the free hand resting on her crotch.
Shrugging, Jessica turned, walked back to the living room, and dressed. “Let’s go,” she said to Jane and Marie, and as they left she glanced at the money on the table. “Worth it,” she thought.
.
“Come in, sweetheart,” said Betty.
Kat gratefully said OK and came in out of the cold. Betty offered her a cup of tea and she happily accepted that as well.
“Is Kelly around?” asked Kat.
“No, she has a final this morning and she went into school early.” Kat looked crestfallen. “Is something the matter?”
“Well....” said Kat. trailing off. She stopped for a moment to think, looking into Betty Ann’s gorgeous green eyes. I might as well say it, thought Kat. Betty knows the score, she won’t judge me. “To be honest, I’m just really horny right now and I was hoping for a quickie before school. To clear my head. I have a final later, too. I’ve been studying my ass off but I feel all scattered.”
Betty smiled. “Yeah, I’ve been spending all my time getting ready for our holiday party. I haven’t taken any time for myself in days.” She took a last long drink of tea and sat her cup down, then took Kat by the hand. “Come on.”
Betty led Kat to the bedroom, where she stripped off the younger girl’s red sweater and bra. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Betty began to suckle Kat’s tits while at the same time unzipping her jeans and pulling them down around her knees. Betty slipped a hand between Kat’s thighs and felt the wetness there. The she slid the younger girl’s panties down and nuzzled into her pubic hair, which was thankfully still its natural blond.
Kat groaned and closed her eyes, trying to forget that this was the bed where Betty Ann slept with her husband — that it might well have been the bed where Kelly was conceived. She tried to just surrender herself to the pleasure of the moment, and mostly succeeded.
When Betty pushed a finger inside Kat she suddenly felt a little weak in the knees, and let herself sink down onto the bed next to Betty, who pulled her jeans and panties the rest of the way down and tossed them aside. Kat untied the belt of Betty’s robe and let it fall open, leaning over to nibble on the older woman’s nipples. Betty ran her fingers through Kat’s hair, which was still soft and lustrous despite the torture it had been put through.
Soon Kat was leaning all the way over and then Betty let herself fall onto her back so they could 69. They had a nice, leisurely mutual licking session and when they had each had a pair of quality orgasms Kat rolled off and took a deep, contented breath. “That was exactly what I needed. Thanks, Mrs... I mean, Betty.”
“My pleasure,” answered Betty Ann.
Kat glanced over at the clock. “Well, I’d better run.”
“Sure, sweetheart. Good luck on your final.”
When Kat had gone Betty crawled back under the covers; she had no place in particular to get to this morning. Then a deliciously naughty idea popped into her head. Picking up the phone from the bedside table, she dialed Samantha Bowman’s number. When Samantha answered, Betty said, “What are you doing right now?”
* * *
Jessica and company slept late and wandered downstairs to the hotel restaurant for brunch. When the subject of plans for the day came up, Jane suggested that they might want to see her old house, which was currently being prepared for sale. It was not terribly far away so they put on lightweight jackets and set off on foot. It took them about 45 minutes to get there, and though it was cold the sun was out and the walk was enjoyable.
The real estate company had promised to send someone to meet them, and about 30 seconds after they arrived a black BMW pulled up. Out of it stepped a young woman in her late 20s or early 30s, thin and tallish in a crisp but still sexy business suit. “Hi,” she said, approaching them, “I’m Shoshi.” Up close, Shoshi was well-tanned with curly, dark brown hair and big, coffee-colored eyes.
Jessica, Jane, and Marie introduced themselves and then Shoshi let them into the house. It was an impressive place, upscale and well-appointed without being showy. It was not enormous, but big enough to be comfortable, and considering the location its value was substantial. Jane gave them a tour, including Shoshi, who was happy to have the “owner” of the house give her information that she might be able to use in selling it.
Afterward they congregated in the living room and Jane went down to the wine cellar for a bottle. Technically, everything here was still hers – actually Jessica’s, but Shoshi was not privy to that part of the arrangement.
Shoshi joined them for wine, and as they talked Jessica watched her, carefully sizing her up. Physically, while she had a lot of attractive qualities – dazzling eyes, gorgeously smooth skin, and generous, well-displayed cleavage – she also had pronounced imperfections. Her nose was a little too big, her chin a little too sharp; but she carried herself with confidence, which Jessica appreciated. Still, there was something in her manner that suggested she was not quite as sure of herself as she would like people to believe.
She was a good schmoozer, though, and told some funny stories that got Jane and Marie giggling. The bottle of wine emptied fast and when Jane went for another, Marie insisted on going along to look for something French. This left Jessica and Shoshi alone. Jessica said nothing, looking deep into the younger woman’s eyes. This cowed Shoshi a little and she was suddenly at a loss for anything to say; instead she tapped her foot and toyed awkwardly with her hair. It was quiet in the room for several long minutes before Jane and Marie returned.
The second bottle was popped and Shoshi, Jane, and Marie returned to their conversation. Jessica found herself daydreaming, staring at Shoshi’s breasts. She really wanted to see them, and was thinking how to go about it, when suddenly she thought: Why not take the direct approach?
The next time there was a lull in the conversation she looked at Shoshi and said, “I’ll give you a hundred dollars to show us your tits.”
Shoshi looked taken aback, as was natural. After a moment she started to stutter, “I, um, don’t....”
“Two hundred,” said Jessica.
“That’s very flattering....”
“Two fifty.”
Shoshi paused, looked at Marie, looked at Jane, then back at Jessica. She shrugged. “Let’s see the cash.”
Jessica produced the bills from her wallet and Shoshi pulled off her top, revealing enormous globes that were barely contained by a high-tech bra. Jessica waved the cash at her, then pulled it back; Shoshi got the message. She unharnessed her monsters and let them spring free. Jessica, Marie, and Jane all looked on admiringly – they were magnificent, and they were real.
Jessica sat the money down on the coffee table. “$250 more if you get naked,” she said. Shoshi thought for a few seconds, then nodded her head yes. Jessica fished out more bills as Shoshi took off her shoes, her skirt, her stockings, and then her panties. Her pubic triangle was thick, lush, and glistening, the fronts of her pink pussy lips just barely peeking out from underneath.
Jessica took a minute to enjoy the sight, glancing over at Jane and Marie, both of whom looked on hungrily, hoping they might get to taste this delectable morsel. Finally Jessica laid it on the line. “$500 if you let Jane lick your pussy.”
Shoshi ran her fingers nervously through her hair and several times appeared as if she were about to speak, but nothing came out. Jessica was never in doubt of what the answer would be, but she enjoyed watching the struggle. When Shoshi finally did speak, it was in a hoarse croak. “OK.”
Looking delighted to have been picked for this honor, Jane walked over in front of Shoshi – who had seated herself on the couch – and dropped to her knees. Shoshi bit her lip in an adorable way as Jane pushed her legs apart and licked along her inner thighs. When Jane’s tongue touched Shoshi’s pussy she shuddered visibly, and a guttural moan escaped from the back of her throat. It had probably been too long since she’d gotten laid, Jessica thought. This would be good for her.
After watching for a few minutes Marie looked over at Jessica with a “mother may I?” expression, and Jessica nodded. Marie took a seat on the couch next to Shoshi and leaned over to take one breast in her mouth. Marie loved big tits, and Jessica could see that she was in seventh heaven sucking on Shoshi’s superb specimens.
Just as they had the day before, Jane and Marie shared a pussy-juice-slick kiss as they exchanged places, Jane going to work on Shoshi’s breasts as Marie tongue-fucked her. When Shoshi came she gasped and stiffened, then let out a long, keening moan that almost sounded like she was crying. Then Jessica saw that there actually were tears in the corners of her eyes; clearly this girl had been in desperate need of a good orgasm.
Scooting forward on the plush chair she’d perched herself on, Jessica slid off her jeans and panties and set them carefully aside. She locked eyes with Shoshi, who was wearing a very different expression now. She would need no further convincing, Jessica knew, to do what Jessica asked her to do.
Jane and Marie read their mistress’s expression and knew what she wanted. They each took one of Shoshi’s arms and lifted her from the couch, guiding her to a position on her knees in front of Jessica. Shoshi looked up as Jessica and said “Uh, I’ve never, ummm....”
“It’s OK, honey,” reassured Jessica. “It’s one of the natural instincts.”
Smiling shyly, Shoshi leaned forward and took a tentative taste of Jessica’s pussy. Then another, and another; in a minute she was licking away with abandon.
“Don’t forget the clit,” advised Marie, and Shoshi obediently ran her tongue across Jessica’s button. Jessica spasmed and opened her legs wider, grabbing a handful of Shoshi’s curly hair.
“Good girl,” said Jessica, and before long she felt the leading wave of an orgasm wash over her. She let it happen slowly, reaching down to squeeze Shoshi’s tits, taking a mental snapshot of the girl’s face buried in her crotch. Jessica came hard and felt a great sense of well-being flood through her; she smiled down at Shoshi, who smiled back before looking down at the floor, feeling suddenly self-conscious.
Reaching for her wine glass, Jessica polished off what was left and stood up. To Jane and Marie she said “Wait here.” Then she took Shoshi by the hand and led the younger woman to the bedroom. She wanted very badly to taste Shoshi’s pussy, and she wanted to do it privately, without distractions.
After closing the bedroom door Jessica laid Shoshi down on the bed and started looking around. In half a minute she had found two belts, a necktie, and a bathrobe sash, which she used to bind Shoshi hand and foot to the bedposts. She did it sideways so Shoshi’s head was at one side of the bed and her legs were spread as wide as possible, almost at a 180-degree angle from each other. In this position Shoshi’s beautiful, glistening wet slit was lewdly displayed, and Jessica took a moment to enjoy the sight before going any further.
Leaning down, Jessica poised her head a few inches from Shoshi’s crotch and took a deep breath. Delicious. The dark brown curls were flecked with liquid, and Jessica ran her nose and tongue through the wiry but soft hair.
She had intended to spend a while teasing Shoshi, but found that she couldn’t hold back for long. She attacked Shoshi’s cunt, jabbing her tongue inside, sucking the clit, licking up the nectar. Shoshi was howling, tugging helplessly at her bonds, her boobs bouncing wildly as she writhed. She came once, twice, a third time, before Jessica finally came up for air, wiping her mouth while trying to regain her composure.
Walking around to the other side of the bed, Jessica bent down to give Shoshi a long, slow kiss, making sure she got a good taste of herself. Before leaving, Jessica freed one of Shoshi’s hands so she would be able to untie herself. Shoshi made no move to do so, however, just gazed up dreamily with the free hand resting on her crotch.
Shrugging, Jessica turned, walked back to the living room, and dressed. “Let’s go,” she said to Jane and Marie, and as they left she glanced at the money on the table. “Worth it,” she thought.
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Friday, June 6, 2014
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 89
As it happened, Monday was Marie’s birthday, her 23rd. Jessica was in the mood to indulge her, and what Marie wanted for starters was to lick her mistress’s pussy, followed by breakfast in bed.
So Jessica leaned back against the headboard with her legs apart as Marie nestled between them, while Jane went to the kitchen to work on breakfast. All weekend Jane had been wrestling with a decision that was really no decision at all: Her month with Jessica was officially up, but she was happier than she’d ever been in her life and had no desire to leave. She hoped there was a way to work out an arrangement, one that would allow her to continue to serve Jessica as she had been.
Jane returned to the bedroom bearing a tray of food just as Jessica came, gripping Marie’s head tightly between her thighs with one hand entwined in Marie’s hair. Jessica gestured to Jane, who sat down the tray, stepped forward, and began to finger Marie’s sticky slit from behind. Marie climaxed quickly and intensely, her head still trapped between her mistress’s legs.
As they all ate breakfast, Jane told Jessica of her desires and the matter was quickly decided. Jane would sign all of her assets over to Jessica and join the household permanently. Had this happened one day earlier, Marie might have felt threatened and put out; but at the moment she felt completely content and peaceful, and accepted the idea with sincere enthusiasm.
After further discussion they decided that Jane would go alone to New York to meet with her attorney and draw up the necessary paperwork. Jessica was worried that a lawyer might object to the arrangement, thinking that Jane was being swindled by some unscrupulous person. Having Jessica there would only reinforce that idea, so it would be better for Jane to be by herself. Jessica felt confident that Jane was firm in her conviction and would be able to deal with any obstacles that might crop up. Jessica and Marie would join her in New York later and they would all celebrate together.
After breakfast they all showered together and Marie, feeling euphoric, spent a long time soaping and scrubbing Jane, even kneeling down in the shower to tongue her to orgasm. Then Marie helped Jane get ready as Jessica looked up train tickets on the internet. Jane’s tattoo was almost invisible now and her hair had grown out enough that Marie could shape it into a facsimile of a chic style. They picked out Jane’s most conservative outfit and when they were done she looked like a regular person, not like a decadent lesbian sex slave. No one who saw her would be the wiser.
* * *
It was finals week at the high school, the last week before Christmas vacation. Kat and Kelly were both dragging a little bit, having missed out on some sleep the night before. Their first class that morning was English, where they found Sara Valentine looking beatific, wearing a summer dress despite the winter weather. Sara was almost annoyingly cheerful, chatting away about the assignment for that week, a final essay that would make up 33% of their grade. Kat and Kelly both half-slept through class, paying little attention, confident that they had a good grade for the semester sewn up.
It was a long day but they made it through, including that afternoon’s math test, which was not as hard as they’d feared it would be. Cheerleading practice was light, even though there was a big game that Friday; Jackie London was sympathetic to the fact that the girls had a heavy study load that week.
Returning to their lockers Kat and Kelly discovered that they both had messages from Jessica, inviting them over to her house after practice. In fact she was more or less insisting that they come. After conferring briefly they packed up their things and walked over there together, still in uniform.
There they found Jessica in the living room, standing over a naked Marie, who was bent over the couch blindfolded with her hands cuffed behind her back. “You’re just in time to help me with her birthday spanking,” said Jessica.
After dropping Jane off at the train station, they had proceeded to the mall for Marie’s birthday shopping trip. They hit all the boutiques and then spent some time at the lingerie shop, where they were waited on by Claire, who didn’t know them but found them an intriguing and attractive pair. Then they had a light lunch and returned home, where their favorite masseuse was scheduled to arrive at 3:00.
The masseuse was a young woman named Maya, a petite brunette with very strong hands. Jessica would have liked to get her to include a happy ending, but Maya was a true professional who didn’t dabble in such things, and she was so good at what she did that Jessica didn’t want to alienate her. So when the hour-long massage was finished and Maya had left, Jessica took matters into her own hands.
Marie was still stretched out on the massage table, breathing slowly and contentedly, enveloped in a post-massage glow. In this state she offered no resistance as Jessica pulled her hands behind her back and cuffed them — not that she would have anyway — and blindfolded her. Gently pulling Marie’s thighs apart, Jessica could see that she had gotten nice and creamy during the massage.
Working slowly and methodically, enjoying the way the younger girl squirmed beneath her, Jessica stroked Marie’s clit with her index finger until she came. Marie’s gasps of pleasure were soft, melodious, delightful. Jessica had Marie clean the finger off thoroughly, then went back for a second round. This time Marie’s moans were more urgent and Jessica got four fingers inside, feeling Marie’s muscles clench tightly as she spasmed.
Jessica had just helped Marie off the massage table and bent her over the couch when Kat and Kelly arrived. Marie had requested them specifically and so Jessica had texted them during the massage, already planning out the timing in her head.
Jessica invited Kelly to take the first whack and she complied, lightly swatting Marie on the left buttock. Kat hit harder, raising a small red patch on the right cheek. For her turn Jessica used a wooden yardstick that made Marie yelp, her face beginning to redden along with her rear end.
After that they took turns, with each of the last three whacks going to Jessica. When they were done Marie’s ass was nice and red, and Jessica reached down and pulled her up so that she was still kneeling but no longer bent over the couch.
Then Jessica arranged Kat and Kelly as Marie had requested, having them pull off their panties and sit down on the couch with both of their skirts lifted and Kat’s left leg draped over Kelly’s right. Marie had had very specific ideas about what she wanted for her birthday, but was quite content to let Jessica take charge in the moment.
When Jessica pulled off Marie’s blindfold and said “Surprise!”, Marie was staring straight into the two cheerleaders’ pussies, one blonde and one red.
“Just what I wanted,” gushed Marie, and leaned forward to take a taste of Kelly, then Kat. She continued going back and forth as Jessica got out a strap-on and saddled up. Kat and Kelly pulled off their tops so Marie could suck their tits as well, and Marie enjoyed the salty taste of their sweat and the fishy taste of their cunts as Jessica fucked her from behind.
When it was over Marie collapsed onto the floor and lay there looking up at them, a dreamy smile on her face. “Best… birthday… ever,” she gasped.
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So Jessica leaned back against the headboard with her legs apart as Marie nestled between them, while Jane went to the kitchen to work on breakfast. All weekend Jane had been wrestling with a decision that was really no decision at all: Her month with Jessica was officially up, but she was happier than she’d ever been in her life and had no desire to leave. She hoped there was a way to work out an arrangement, one that would allow her to continue to serve Jessica as she had been.
Jane returned to the bedroom bearing a tray of food just as Jessica came, gripping Marie’s head tightly between her thighs with one hand entwined in Marie’s hair. Jessica gestured to Jane, who sat down the tray, stepped forward, and began to finger Marie’s sticky slit from behind. Marie climaxed quickly and intensely, her head still trapped between her mistress’s legs.
As they all ate breakfast, Jane told Jessica of her desires and the matter was quickly decided. Jane would sign all of her assets over to Jessica and join the household permanently. Had this happened one day earlier, Marie might have felt threatened and put out; but at the moment she felt completely content and peaceful, and accepted the idea with sincere enthusiasm.
After further discussion they decided that Jane would go alone to New York to meet with her attorney and draw up the necessary paperwork. Jessica was worried that a lawyer might object to the arrangement, thinking that Jane was being swindled by some unscrupulous person. Having Jessica there would only reinforce that idea, so it would be better for Jane to be by herself. Jessica felt confident that Jane was firm in her conviction and would be able to deal with any obstacles that might crop up. Jessica and Marie would join her in New York later and they would all celebrate together.
After breakfast they all showered together and Marie, feeling euphoric, spent a long time soaping and scrubbing Jane, even kneeling down in the shower to tongue her to orgasm. Then Marie helped Jane get ready as Jessica looked up train tickets on the internet. Jane’s tattoo was almost invisible now and her hair had grown out enough that Marie could shape it into a facsimile of a chic style. They picked out Jane’s most conservative outfit and when they were done she looked like a regular person, not like a decadent lesbian sex slave. No one who saw her would be the wiser.
* * *
It was finals week at the high school, the last week before Christmas vacation. Kat and Kelly were both dragging a little bit, having missed out on some sleep the night before. Their first class that morning was English, where they found Sara Valentine looking beatific, wearing a summer dress despite the winter weather. Sara was almost annoyingly cheerful, chatting away about the assignment for that week, a final essay that would make up 33% of their grade. Kat and Kelly both half-slept through class, paying little attention, confident that they had a good grade for the semester sewn up.
It was a long day but they made it through, including that afternoon’s math test, which was not as hard as they’d feared it would be. Cheerleading practice was light, even though there was a big game that Friday; Jackie London was sympathetic to the fact that the girls had a heavy study load that week.
Returning to their lockers Kat and Kelly discovered that they both had messages from Jessica, inviting them over to her house after practice. In fact she was more or less insisting that they come. After conferring briefly they packed up their things and walked over there together, still in uniform.
There they found Jessica in the living room, standing over a naked Marie, who was bent over the couch blindfolded with her hands cuffed behind her back. “You’re just in time to help me with her birthday spanking,” said Jessica.
After dropping Jane off at the train station, they had proceeded to the mall for Marie’s birthday shopping trip. They hit all the boutiques and then spent some time at the lingerie shop, where they were waited on by Claire, who didn’t know them but found them an intriguing and attractive pair. Then they had a light lunch and returned home, where their favorite masseuse was scheduled to arrive at 3:00.
The masseuse was a young woman named Maya, a petite brunette with very strong hands. Jessica would have liked to get her to include a happy ending, but Maya was a true professional who didn’t dabble in such things, and she was so good at what she did that Jessica didn’t want to alienate her. So when the hour-long massage was finished and Maya had left, Jessica took matters into her own hands.
Marie was still stretched out on the massage table, breathing slowly and contentedly, enveloped in a post-massage glow. In this state she offered no resistance as Jessica pulled her hands behind her back and cuffed them — not that she would have anyway — and blindfolded her. Gently pulling Marie’s thighs apart, Jessica could see that she had gotten nice and creamy during the massage.
Working slowly and methodically, enjoying the way the younger girl squirmed beneath her, Jessica stroked Marie’s clit with her index finger until she came. Marie’s gasps of pleasure were soft, melodious, delightful. Jessica had Marie clean the finger off thoroughly, then went back for a second round. This time Marie’s moans were more urgent and Jessica got four fingers inside, feeling Marie’s muscles clench tightly as she spasmed.
Jessica had just helped Marie off the massage table and bent her over the couch when Kat and Kelly arrived. Marie had requested them specifically and so Jessica had texted them during the massage, already planning out the timing in her head.
Jessica invited Kelly to take the first whack and she complied, lightly swatting Marie on the left buttock. Kat hit harder, raising a small red patch on the right cheek. For her turn Jessica used a wooden yardstick that made Marie yelp, her face beginning to redden along with her rear end.
After that they took turns, with each of the last three whacks going to Jessica. When they were done Marie’s ass was nice and red, and Jessica reached down and pulled her up so that she was still kneeling but no longer bent over the couch.
Then Jessica arranged Kat and Kelly as Marie had requested, having them pull off their panties and sit down on the couch with both of their skirts lifted and Kat’s left leg draped over Kelly’s right. Marie had had very specific ideas about what she wanted for her birthday, but was quite content to let Jessica take charge in the moment.
When Jessica pulled off Marie’s blindfold and said “Surprise!”, Marie was staring straight into the two cheerleaders’ pussies, one blonde and one red.
“Just what I wanted,” gushed Marie, and leaned forward to take a taste of Kelly, then Kat. She continued going back and forth as Jessica got out a strap-on and saddled up. Kat and Kelly pulled off their tops so Marie could suck their tits as well, and Marie enjoyed the salty taste of their sweat and the fishy taste of their cunts as Jessica fucked her from behind.
When it was over Marie collapsed onto the floor and lay there looking up at them, a dreamy smile on her face. “Best… birthday… ever,” she gasped.
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Monday, June 2, 2014
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 88
Kat had tried to be good, she really had. She’d done all of her homework, helped her mom make dinner, and volunteered to do the dishes. After a little TV the whole family had gone straight to bed; this time of year it was getting dark early and a good, long night’s sleep seemed like a great idea.
But an hour later Kat found herself tossing and turning in the silent house, feeling wide awake and restless. She tried touching herself to see if that would help, but it just wasn’t working tonight. Finally she gave up, dressed quietly, and slipped out the back door.
The streets were abandoned, eerily silent; it seemed like everyone in town was sleeping, though it was not yet 10:00. But Kat’s mood brightened considerably when she saw that a light was still on at Sara Valentine’s house. She had her own key now and let herself in; she found the teacher in the living room, watching a movie and sipping a glass of wine.
That afternoon, after leaving the yoga studio, Sara had finally worked up the nerve to break up with her boyfriend. She felt she owed it to him to at least do it in person, so they arranged to have lunch at a quiet restaurant. Sara hoped that in a public place he wouldn’t make a scene, and for the most part he took it well. Several times he asked for an explanation and Sara gave him a variation of the old “It’s not you, it’s me,” telling him she felt like she was changing and shouldn’t be in a relationship right now. Which was true, more or less; how could she tell him she was involved in a torrid affair with a cheerleading team and a gaggle of housewives?
Afterward she’d gone home and sat down to grade some papers, but her heart wasn’t really in it. After doing the bare minimum that she absolutely had to do, she’d opened a bottle of wine and put on the Turner Classic Movies channel, feeling lonesome and confused. What was she doing? Where was she going with her life? She was letting her desires lead her down a confusing road, but when she thought back to the incredible orgasms she’d had, and to the unbelievably sexy scene at the yoga studio that morning, she couldn’t really say she regretted it.
She pictured Jessica on her knees being fucked from both ends with strap-ons, all the other women standing around watching, and felt the moisture to begin to seep into her pussy. She was wearing pajamas, but now she slipped off the bottoms, and she was naked from the waist down under the blanket when Kat suddenly appeared in the room.
“Oh, um, hi,” said Sara, startled but not really surprised.
“Hi,” said Kat, flopping down on the couch next to her. “Whatcha watching?”
“Uhhhh….” mumbled Sara, reddening a little because she had been paying no attention to what was on. “An old Humphrey Bogart movie.”
For a minute they just sat and watched together, but soon Kat’s hand made its way under the blanket. Finding that there was no clothing in the way, it continued down between Sara’s legs and cupped her warm crotch.
Ten minutes later the movie had been forgotten and Sara Valentine once again found herself stretched out naked on her bed, blindfolded, wrists and ankles bound to the bedposts. It was almost the exact position she’d been in in the photo Kelly sent to Kat the week before. Kat added nipple clamps as a finishing touch, adjusted Sara’s legs slightly so her pussy would be more visible, and took a picture.
Adjourning to the kitchen, Kat sent Kelly the picture and helped herself to a drink from Sara’s liquor cabinet. She was watching the last few minutes of the movie when Kelly arrived, shaking her head. “You are such a bad influence,” she said.
Kat shrugged. “We’ll be good starting tomorrow.”
* * *
Upstairs, Kat and Kelly stood looking down at the bound, naked English teacher. They had brought the bottle with them, and passed it back and forth as they talked.
“So what should we do with her?” asked Kat.
“Sell her to the highest bidder?” said Kelly with a wink.
“We could put this picture on Craigslist, give the address, see who shows up,” suggested Kat.
Kelly reached down and tugged on the nipple clamps, drawing a low moan from Sara. “Eh, I don’t really feel like sharing.”
Taking seats on either side of the bed, they spent a long while just teasing poor Sara, tweaking her nipples, rubbing her thighs, continuing to drink. Sara’s pussy was wet, hot, and inflamed, gaping open like a hungry mouth.
Kat and Kelly took turns sitting on Sara’s face, the teacher’s dutiful tongue doing all it could to satisfy them. All the while they continued to torment her, stroking her thighs and outer lips until a pool of liquid formed on the bed between her legs.
Finally Kat stood back, holding up her phone as Kelly released Sara’s left hand from its restraint. The resulting video was one that Kat would watch many times, and share with all the other cheerleaders: the naked teacher, slick with sweat and juice, reaching down with her one free limb and masturbating furiously. Sara arched her back and her legs and right arm strained against their bonds as she frantically finger-fucked herself, moaning like a crazed animal, then came intensely, her whole body shuddering, and at last went limp. The video ended with applause from the unseen Kat and Kelly, then a closeup of Sara’s face, still blindfolded, her pussy juice-smeared mouth hanging slack.
Afterward all three crawled into bed together, one cheerleader on either side of the teacher. Drowsing there enveloped in the girls’ soft, sweet-smelling bodies, Sara experienced a feeling of contentment unlike any she could remember. She drifted in and out of dreams of lush gardens, sunny skies, and windswept beaches.
But in the wee hours Kat and Kelly stirred and decided that they needed to get home. Leaving Sara in a warm cloud of somnolence, they walked out into the quiet streets under a lazy half-moon. The entire town was asleep, from Jessica wrapped up with Marie and Jane, to the housewives with their husbands, to Lexi, Ana, Olivia, and Gina in their solo beds. At their parting point Kat and Kelly shared a kiss, then went off to sneak back into their rooms and get what rest they could before the new week began.
.
But an hour later Kat found herself tossing and turning in the silent house, feeling wide awake and restless. She tried touching herself to see if that would help, but it just wasn’t working tonight. Finally she gave up, dressed quietly, and slipped out the back door.
The streets were abandoned, eerily silent; it seemed like everyone in town was sleeping, though it was not yet 10:00. But Kat’s mood brightened considerably when she saw that a light was still on at Sara Valentine’s house. She had her own key now and let herself in; she found the teacher in the living room, watching a movie and sipping a glass of wine.
That afternoon, after leaving the yoga studio, Sara had finally worked up the nerve to break up with her boyfriend. She felt she owed it to him to at least do it in person, so they arranged to have lunch at a quiet restaurant. Sara hoped that in a public place he wouldn’t make a scene, and for the most part he took it well. Several times he asked for an explanation and Sara gave him a variation of the old “It’s not you, it’s me,” telling him she felt like she was changing and shouldn’t be in a relationship right now. Which was true, more or less; how could she tell him she was involved in a torrid affair with a cheerleading team and a gaggle of housewives?
Afterward she’d gone home and sat down to grade some papers, but her heart wasn’t really in it. After doing the bare minimum that she absolutely had to do, she’d opened a bottle of wine and put on the Turner Classic Movies channel, feeling lonesome and confused. What was she doing? Where was she going with her life? She was letting her desires lead her down a confusing road, but when she thought back to the incredible orgasms she’d had, and to the unbelievably sexy scene at the yoga studio that morning, she couldn’t really say she regretted it.
She pictured Jessica on her knees being fucked from both ends with strap-ons, all the other women standing around watching, and felt the moisture to begin to seep into her pussy. She was wearing pajamas, but now she slipped off the bottoms, and she was naked from the waist down under the blanket when Kat suddenly appeared in the room.
“Oh, um, hi,” said Sara, startled but not really surprised.
“Hi,” said Kat, flopping down on the couch next to her. “Whatcha watching?”
“Uhhhh….” mumbled Sara, reddening a little because she had been paying no attention to what was on. “An old Humphrey Bogart movie.”
For a minute they just sat and watched together, but soon Kat’s hand made its way under the blanket. Finding that there was no clothing in the way, it continued down between Sara’s legs and cupped her warm crotch.
Ten minutes later the movie had been forgotten and Sara Valentine once again found herself stretched out naked on her bed, blindfolded, wrists and ankles bound to the bedposts. It was almost the exact position she’d been in in the photo Kelly sent to Kat the week before. Kat added nipple clamps as a finishing touch, adjusted Sara’s legs slightly so her pussy would be more visible, and took a picture.
Adjourning to the kitchen, Kat sent Kelly the picture and helped herself to a drink from Sara’s liquor cabinet. She was watching the last few minutes of the movie when Kelly arrived, shaking her head. “You are such a bad influence,” she said.
Kat shrugged. “We’ll be good starting tomorrow.”
* * *
Upstairs, Kat and Kelly stood looking down at the bound, naked English teacher. They had brought the bottle with them, and passed it back and forth as they talked.
“So what should we do with her?” asked Kat.
“Sell her to the highest bidder?” said Kelly with a wink.
“We could put this picture on Craigslist, give the address, see who shows up,” suggested Kat.
Kelly reached down and tugged on the nipple clamps, drawing a low moan from Sara. “Eh, I don’t really feel like sharing.”
Taking seats on either side of the bed, they spent a long while just teasing poor Sara, tweaking her nipples, rubbing her thighs, continuing to drink. Sara’s pussy was wet, hot, and inflamed, gaping open like a hungry mouth.
Kat and Kelly took turns sitting on Sara’s face, the teacher’s dutiful tongue doing all it could to satisfy them. All the while they continued to torment her, stroking her thighs and outer lips until a pool of liquid formed on the bed between her legs.
Finally Kat stood back, holding up her phone as Kelly released Sara’s left hand from its restraint. The resulting video was one that Kat would watch many times, and share with all the other cheerleaders: the naked teacher, slick with sweat and juice, reaching down with her one free limb and masturbating furiously. Sara arched her back and her legs and right arm strained against their bonds as she frantically finger-fucked herself, moaning like a crazed animal, then came intensely, her whole body shuddering, and at last went limp. The video ended with applause from the unseen Kat and Kelly, then a closeup of Sara’s face, still blindfolded, her pussy juice-smeared mouth hanging slack.
Afterward all three crawled into bed together, one cheerleader on either side of the teacher. Drowsing there enveloped in the girls’ soft, sweet-smelling bodies, Sara experienced a feeling of contentment unlike any she could remember. She drifted in and out of dreams of lush gardens, sunny skies, and windswept beaches.
But in the wee hours Kat and Kelly stirred and decided that they needed to get home. Leaving Sara in a warm cloud of somnolence, they walked out into the quiet streets under a lazy half-moon. The entire town was asleep, from Jessica wrapped up with Marie and Jane, to the housewives with their husbands, to Lexi, Ana, Olivia, and Gina in their solo beds. At their parting point Kat and Kelly shared a kiss, then went off to sneak back into their rooms and get what rest they could before the new week began.
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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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Friday, May 17, 2013
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 73
Returning from the bedroom with the bag of toys Kat had stashed
there, Kelly was pleased to find Sara Valentine enthusiastically
servicing her cousin. Sally Ann was stretched out with her eyes closed,
back arched and legs tensed, grinding her crotch into Sara’s face. Kelly
waited and watched until she saw Sally stiffen, moan, and then relax;
then she methodically went about setting up the tableau she had in mind.
When Kat and Jackie entered the house through the unlocked door a few
minutes later, they were greeted by the sight of the two redheads, both
naked, each bouncing up and down on a thick phallus. Sally was riding
the strap-on harnessed to Sara’s pelvis while Kelly pleasured herself on
the dildo protruding from the teacher’s face. The cousins were holding
hands, eyes closed, breasts bobbing up and down rhythmically.
For a few minutes the new arrivals just hung back and watched. Jackie
was suddenly very glad she hadn’t left town; how many chances did one
get, really, to see something so beautiful? Then Kat took Jackie by the
hand and pulled her forward. Leaned over toward Sally Ann, Kat took a
nipple into her mouth and reached one hand down to rub Sally’s clit.
Jackie did the same for Kelly. The redheads’ eyes flew open, they smiled
broadly, and soon after they cried out as simultaneous orgasms rocked
their young bodies.
When Kelly and Sally climbed off Sara, the English teacher saw Jackie
for the first time. They knew each other, of course, and at first Sara
felt a rush of fear at being found in this compromising position; then,
realizing that Jackie’s very presence here compromised her as well, Sara
relaxed somewhat. She felt her pussy flood even more as she imagined
what might happen next.
Kat, likewise, was watching Jackie, wondering what she might do. All
eyes were on the cheerleading coach as she stripped naked, climbed onto
the couch, and slowly lowered her pussy onto Sara’s face. She had always
thought the English teacher was cute but standoffish and a little
stuck-up, and it brought her a great deal of satisfaction to have the
chance to use Sara this way.
As the dildo penetrated her
Jackie sucked in her breath and rocked her hips from side to side,
gradually settling down into a more comfortable position. Kat, Kelly,
and Sally watched with rapt attention as Jackie slowly leaned forward
until she was able to take the strap-on coated with Sally’s juices into
her mouth.
Sinking down onto her knees, Kat crawled forward for a better look,
watching the face dildo move in and out of Jackie’s pussy and the
strap-on move in and out of her mouth. With one hand Kat stroked
Jackie’s clit, with the other she reached down and began to loosen the
harness from around Sara’s waist. Pulling off the strap-on, Kat spread
Sara’s legs wide and pushed Jackie’s face down between them. Jackie
began to slurp away obediently as Kat fastened the strap-on onto
herself.
Bringing the head of the dildo to Sara’s pussy lips, Kat began to slowly
push inside as Jackie adjusted her position and started to lick and
suck Sara’s clit. It wasn’t long before Sara’s body was vibrating with a
tremendous orgasm, and that vibration translated itself to Jackie, who
came violently, sighed loudly, and sat her head down on Sara’s thigh.
Pulling out of Sara, Kat turned to see Sally Ann on her knees, bent over
with her ass in the air as she licked her cousin’s pussy. In such a
short time Sally had transformed from a complete innocent into a
depraved lesbian slut. Kat couldn’t resist sneaking up behind her and
kneeling down, aiming the strap-on at Sally’s crotch as she and Kelly
shared a knowing look. Kat plunged in forcefully; Sally was more than
wet enough to take the whole thing, and she paused only for a moment –
looking over her shoulder with a dreamy expression – before turning back
and resuming her work on Kelly.
* * *
Late that evening Olivia got a text from Claire saying, “Pick u up @ 10?” Olivia responded in the affirmative, then immediately began to have second thoughts. She was pretty happy with the way she looked — boys had always liked her, and apparently girls did too — but the idea of modeling made her nervous.
She stripped down to her bra and panties and spent some time examining herself in the full-length bathroom mirror. She couldn’t find anything to complain about, really. Maybe she was carrying an extra pound or two, but at one point she had been way too skinny, and she definitely looked better now. She took a deep breath and told herself, “You’re beautiful and they’re going to love you.” And for that moment, at least, she believed it.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.
.
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.
.
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.
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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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Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 65
Kat stripped off her skirt and panties and climbed up onto the desk, lowering her pussy onto Sara’s waiting mouth. Holding on to the teacher’s breasts for support, Kat ground down hard, trying to coat Sara completely with her juices. Meanwhile Lexi and Ana knelt by the desk. Each of them held one of Sara’s legs and they opened her as wide as she would go, then slowly they licked their way up until they met in the middle. After sharing a wet kiss they turned and began to tongue the teacher’s slippery cunt.
Sara started to moan loudly, and might well have attracted unwanted attention if the sound hadn’t been smothered by Kat’s crotch. The treatment she was receiving from Lexi and Ana distracted Sara from what she had been doing, making Kat momentarily annoyed; but then again, Kat reflected, it was hard to blame her. So finally Kat took matters into her own hands, fingering herself while rubbing her clit on the teacher’s nose and chin until she was finally able to get herself off. When Kat raised herself up to savor the orgasm pulsing through her, Sara’s head lolled to one side, her tongue hanging out and a thin stream of drool running down one side of her chin.
Up to this point Kelly Ann had been watching contentedly, leaning with her weight back against the door, skirt lifted and one hand down her panties. But now she was dying to get involved; she motioned to Kat and they switched places.
Ana was now finger-fucking Sara as Lexi licked her clit. Kelly watched a climax ripple visibly through Sara as she lifted herself onto the desk and took up the position Kat had vacated. When Sara failed to respond in the way that Kelly wanted, Kelly slapped her face, hard. That got the teacher’s attention – she stuck her tongue out obediently and Kelly rode her face as Ana and Lexi made her come again, then a third time.
Sara was no longer putting forth much effort, so Kelly scooted forward and sank down onto one of her breasts. Kelly quite enjoyed the feeling of the warm flesh pressing into her as she rubbed herself to orgasm. Afterward Kelly jumped off and for a minute they all stood looking down at the slumped form of Sara Valentine, skirt bunched up around her waist, juice-smeared mouth frozen in a lewd grin.
But Sara’s work was not yet done; Adriana had already undressed from the waist down and plopped down in the teacher’s chair to await her turn. Kelly and Lexi gently helped Sara to rise from the desk, then to kneel on the floor before Ana. Ana spread the lips of her freshly shaved pussy and looked down happily at Sara, quite enjoying this feeling of power over the former authority figure. “Eat me, bitch,” she said in a breathy growl of a whisper.
Ana’s pussy tasted spicy and intoxicating, and Sara burrowed into it with renewed energy. “Fuck,” panted Ana, biting her tongue to keep from crying out. Eager to somehow get involved, Lexi straddled Sara and rubbed against the teacher’s backside, trying desperately to get some friction on her clit. Seeing this, Ana invited Lexi to climb up onto her lap. Being thin and light, whereas Ana was fleshy and solid, Lexi fit easily into the available space.
This gave Sara two wide-open cunts right in front of her, and she was forced to use her mouth and both hands to try to give them the proper attention. Ana gripped Lexi’s tits and bit her neck as the teacher worked away.
Kat had been leaning back against the door, touching herself as she drank in the delightful scene unfolding before her. Now Kelly came to her and they shared a kiss, then a big smile. Though she had been worried about the indiscretion of this scenario, Kelly had to admit that it had been fully worth it. By way of apologizing to Kat for ever doubting her, Kelly dropped to her knees and began to eat her friend’s pussy.
For a while it was mostly quiet in the classroom, the only sounds soft moans and the occasional slurp. Finally, after some minutes of diligent effort, Sara managed to get Ana and Lexi to come almost simultaneously as they French-kissed deeply and passionately. Three minutes later, the cheerleaders had dressed and gone, leaving Sara Valentine naked on the floor to pull herself together as best she could.
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