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Tanya had put on pajamas and gone to bed, but there was no way she was going to be able to sleep. Her mind was much too busy processing what had happened over the last few hours, and trying to figure out what was going to happen next. Plus she could hear moans from the living room — first those coming from the TV, and later those coming from the two real live girls.

She had always been bi-curious, though she never would have thought to put it in those words. All she knew was that she sometimes found herself appreciating the beauty, the grace, the sweet softness of other women, and feeling a vague desire to get to know them more intimately. But she had always crammed these thoughts deep down inside and assumed they’d stay there.
 

Tonight she could no longer ignore them. After tossing and turning for more than an hour Tanya had found herself standing up from the bed and walking to the door. She’d moved without thinking, as if in a trance, down the hall. Standing in the doorway leading to the living room, in the flickering light from the TV screen, she saw Rose on her knees in front of the couch, face buried in Rebecca’s pussy.

Rebecca and Tanya looked at each other thoughtfully. There were no more secrets now, no more half-truths; all the cards were on the table. Slowly, inexorably, Tanya was drawn forward until she stood right next to Rebecca. Her knees were just inches from Rose’s shoulder but Rose, preoccupied, hadn’t yet seen her.

Looking back on it later, Tanya would think about that moment. She still could have changed her mind, gone back to bed, tried to pretend that whole evening had never happened. Maybe her life would have gone on more or less the same way it had been. Instead, she reached down, unbuttoned her pajama top, and let it fall open.

Rebecca drew in her breath. Tanya had, absolutely and without question, the most magnificent breasts she’d ever seen — not that she had seen that many, but there was something very special about these. They were large, round, full, and firm, with perfect pink nipples that were standing up tall and proud. Craning her head, Rebecca took the one closest to her into her mouth.

Tanya let her head fall back and closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of Rebecca’s warm mouth on her flesh. It was only at this point that Rose looked up from between Rebecca’s legs and saw what was going on. Giving her friend a knowing smile, Rose moved to suck Tanya’s other nipple.

Feeling two mouths on her, Tanya opened her eyes and looked down at the two black-haired heads bobbing at her chest level. She put a hand on each one and gently stroked their hair — so soft, so lovely. They smelled delicious too, these girls — like flowers, vanilla, peaches, and of course the tangy aroma wafting up from between their legs.

Tanya had never before smelled a pussy other than her own, but she had always secretly enjoyed the scent that came from down there when she was aroused. Which she was right now — extremely aroused; she could feel the fluid flowing between her legs and running down her thighs. Her legs felt a little weak but she managed to stay upright, keeping her hands on Rebecca and Rose for balance.

After giving the older woman’s breasts a long and lavish tongue bath, Rebecca and Rose each hooked a finger into the waistband of Tanya’s pajama bottoms. Working in concert, they slowly pulled the pajamas down and let them drop to the floor. Tanya now stood there naked, nervous and excited. She was about to have her first lesbian experience — a threesome, no less, with two young women for whom she was supposed to be providing guidance and stability.

The rational part of her mind was trying to tell her to stop this, that it was wrong. But it was too late; in her heart she had already crossed the line. Her legs gave way but she felt herself being caught by four hands, which eased her down onto the couch.

Dropping down in front of her, Rebecca and Rose each took hold of one of Tanya’s knees. They spread her legs wide to reveal a dripping wet, bright pink pussy just begging for attention. Tanya’s heart was pounding, her breath was shallow and uneven. She let out a long, deep moan as each of the girls planted a kiss on one of her inner thighs.

Tanya had never felt anything like the sensation of two soft tongues tracing up her thighs, circling her crotch, and then meeting in the middle. She surrendered utterly and completely to the pleasure of the moment, again gently stroking Rose and Rebecca’s heads with her hands. She was so sensitized, so ready, that she spasmed slightly with every little touch. Rebecca and Rose took it slow with her, probing and caressing gently with fingers and tongues, but even so it didn’t take long before she went over the edge. Her body stiffened, hands gripping the girls’ skulls tightly as the wave of climax rippled through her, then relaxed.

Rebecca and Rose turned to each other and made out for a while, tasting Tanya’s juices on each others’ lips, then dove back in again. It took a little longer this time, but Tanya’s second orgasm was much more intense, causing her head to fall back on the edge of the couch and her eyes to roll back in her head. Again Rebecca and Rose embraced, tongues pushing into each other’s mouths, boobs pressing together underneath.

Finally Rebecca and Rose separated and stood before Tanya naked, holding hands, looking suddenly innocent in their youth and freshness. Tanya sat up and the three of them looked at each other, smiling conspiratorially, a new bond having been formed between them. From that point on it was almost like they were communicating telepathically, like they all knew what they were going to do next without anyone having to say anything.

Rebecca offered her free hand to Tanya, who took it, standing up from the couch. With Rose on one side and Tanya on the other, Rebecca led the way to the bedroom that she and Rose had been sharing. For a minute Tanya remained in the doorway with Rebecca as Rose climbed onto the bed, stretching out full-length with her legs slightly parted.

Tanya looked at Rebecca, who nodded almost imperceptibly by way of encouragement, then moved over toward the bed. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Tanya bent over to take one of Rose’s breasts into her mouth. They were much smaller than Tanya’s own, just pert little mouthfuls. Rose squirmed and giggled a little, reaching down to cup Tanya’s ass as she leaned across to suck the other nipple.

Rebecca just stood there watching as Tanya made her way down Rose’s body. She had the perfect viewing angle as Rose’s legs fell open all the way and Tanya’s head moved down between them, her tongue reaching out for its first taste of another woman’s cunt.

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Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 138

Olivia raised her hands and backed into the room, followed by a security guard in a dark blue uniform with a pistol in one hand. The guard was a dark-haired woman with her hair pulled back into a tight bun and a solid, athletic physique. She gave off the vibe of someone who you didn’t want to mess with.

“Step away from the keyboard,” she said to Claire, and Claire complied, moving slowly and deliberately. The security guard reached for her collar and, activating her radio, mumbled a few words that were hard to make out.

Tara, who appeared to know the guard, held up both hands in a calming gesture. “Hold on a minute, Donna,” she said. “Nothing to get excited about.”

Donna shrugged. “I’m not excited. But you guys aren’t supposed to be in here. I have a job to do.”

A minute later Mimi appeared dressed in a kimono and looking annoyed. “I have two hundred guests upstairs,” she said as she came into the room. “What is it that requires my attention so urgently? I don’t have time—” Seeing Claire, Tara, and Olivia, she broke off in midsentence. “Oh, I see.”

“You’ve gone too far this time, Mimi,” said Tara.

“I thought you worked for me?” responded Mimi.

“You know you’re in the wrong,” said Claire. “Promises were made.”

Looking at Claire, then over at Olivia, Mimi said, “I can understand how you feel. But those pictures were just too good to keep to myself. You’ve seen them, you know.”

“Fair is fair,” answered Olivia.

Looking suddenly exasperated, Mimi snapped, “Be that as it may, I have a signed release, if you recall. I haven’t done anything illegal. You have. The sheriff is a friend of mine and if I asked him he’d be happy to arrest you for trespassing, computer espionage, and maybe one or two other things.” Claire started to protest and Mimi cut her off. “But as it happens I’m in the mood to make a deal.”

Indicating that Donna should lower her weapon, Mimi explained, “My live entertainment for tonight cancelled at the last minute, leaving me in a bit of a bind. Help me out with that and I’ll forget this ever happened.” Seeing the skeptical looks on the three girls’ faces, she added, “And I’ll take your pictures down. Permanently.”

Tara, Claire, and Olivia exchanged looks, unspoken thoughts passing between them. It was Claire who finally spoke up. “What would we have to do?”

* * *

Rebecca and Rose cuddled up together on one couch while Tanya stretched out on the other. The movie started kind of slowly, but there was something charged in the atmosphere that made all of three of them both nervous and excited to varying degrees.

Rebecca and Rose had never touched alcohol before, so they both got tipsy pretty quickly. They stared wide-eyed when the movie started to heat up, and it quickly became even more graphic than Rebecca had expected. When one of the girls onscreen sucked the other one’s breast while fingering her, then moved down between her legs, Rebecca felt the liquid gushing from her crotch. And it only got more explicit from there.

Tanya, meanwhile, was guzzling her wine at an accelerating pace and looking more and more anxious as the movie went on. When the girls in the movie 69ed while slapping each other’s butts, her conscience was telling her that this was inappropriate, that she should get up and stop the movie right now.  But she just couldn’t bring herself to do it. It was like she was hypnotized, frozen in place.

Rebecca and Rose both occasionally looked over at their hostess to see how she was reacting; several times Rebecca whispered something into Rose’s ear and they both giggled. Tanya’s face was red and her nipples were hard, that much was clear even in the dimness.

When the movie was over, they all just sat in stunned silence for a minute. Then Tanya abruptly downed the last of her wine in a single big gulp and and stood up, looking a little unsteady on her feet. “I have to go to bed now,” she said, a little louder than necessary. “Good night.” Without looking at Rebecca and Rose. she turned on her heel and was gone.

Rebecca looked at Rose and shrugged. They seemed to have gotten under Tanya’s skin a little bit. She grabbed the remote control and started looking through the scene selections for the good parts.

Aroused and intoxicated, Rebecca and Rose quickly lost all their inhibitions. As they watched they began to shed their clothes right there in the living room, caressing, fondling, and fingering each other. Soon the air was heavy with the smell of sex, and the room was filled with moans — those coming from the TV and those coming from the two girls on the couch.

Rose leaned over to lick and suck Rebecca’s nipples, then rolled over onto her knees on the floor in front of the couch. Her head was buried in Rebecca’s crotch when Tanya reappeared in the room.

Rebecca’s eyes met Tanya’s and a look passed between them. Far from seeming embarrassed or ashamed, Rebecca’s gaze was steady and level. This is what’s happening, her eyes said — what are you going to do about it?

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Rebecca and Rose had always been close, ever since they were little girls, but in recent weeks their intimacy had taken on a more physical dimension. Discovering the pleasure they could give each other had opened their eyes in a lot of ways, and caused them to question some things they had previously taken for granted.

Both of them had long had doubts about their religion, but always kept those thoughts hidden, even from each other. Since becoming sexually active, though, they had begun to talk about it. They both agreed that what they did together, despite what they had been taught, was not sinful. It felt good and no one was hurt by it – who was to say that it was wrong? From there they began to question all the tenets of their faith, and discovered that many of them did not hold up to scrutiny.

Initially they had been extremely careful about where and when they had sex; there were no locks on the doors in Rebecca’s uncle’s house, and he had no compunction about violating their privacy as he saw fit. But over time they’d grown less and less cautious, almost like they wanted to get caught. So when one day he walked in on them 69ing, it was almost a relief; but still it had been traumatic. Rebecca’s uncle had a volatile temper, and they had never seen him so mad; for a minute they thought he was going to kill them, or beat them up at least, but in the end he’d simply banished them from the house.

This was difficult, too, as they had been suddenly torn away from their community and from the only life they’d ever known. But now that they were settled in at Tanya’s it was like a whole new life was opening up before them. They didn’t know what it was going to be like, but were excited by the many possibilities.

At Tanya’s they shared a bed in a room with a lock on the door, and they’d made love several times. But they kept the sexual nature of their relationship secret, unsure how Tanya and her husband would feel about it.

Tanya’s husband had left that morning on a business trip that would keep him out of town through New Year’s, and the three of them had agreed to have a movie night together. This in itself was exciting, as Rebecca and Rose had previously been forbidden to watch any movies but really terrible religious ones. Tanya and her husband were huge movie buffs and had an extensive DVD collection; after spending a long time browsing, Rebecca and Rose chose Black Swan, which looked like something they would never, ever have been allowed to see in their previous life.

It turned out to be everything they’d hoped for and more. They saw so much that was new and surprising to them, and could hardly believe their eyes when Mila Kunis and Natalie Portman started going at it. Rebecca looked over at Rose, astonished; she had no idea that they were allowed to show such things in movies. She thought it was the hottest thing she’d ever seen, but even so she managed to tear her eyes away long enough to see how their hostess was reacting.

Tanya’s eyes were glued to the screen, and she had a funny, far-away look in her eyes. She was so focused on the movie that she didn’t see Rebecca watching her, giving Rebecca a chance to really scrutinize her. It was hard to read her expression exactly, but she definitely seemed interested, which Rebecca took as a positive sign.

On previous nights Rose and Rebecca had waited to have sex until they felt sure that no one else in the house was awake. But tonight they were on each other the moment they hit the bed, and they were louder than they’d been before. When they were finished Rose immediately fell asleep, but Rebecca lay awake in bed, wondering if Tanya had heard them and if so what she was thinking.

* * *

Ana arrived back in town late that night, again traveling alone. She had to work the next day and so had left the rest of the family to return home.

Her shift at the video store didn’t start until 2 PM, so she had the morning to herself. She slept late and walked into town for pancakes. It was cool, crisp, sunny day out and she took the long way home, making a circuit of the local park.

There was a basketball court at one end of the park, and as she approached it Ana saw a single player at the far end. As she got closer she saw that it was a girl with long black hair tied back in a ponytail. She was wearing a number 23 jersey and had good form on her jump shot; as Ana watched she swished a three-pointer and held her follow-through with satisfaction.

When the girl went to retrieve her rebound she turned her face toward Ana, who recognized it immediately — it belonged to Christina, whom Ana had played one-on-one with some weeks back. Ana smiled; she’d hoped she might get a chance at a rematch one day. Fortunately she had decent shoes on, and though she was wearing jeans instead of shorts, she wasn’t going to let that stop her.

Ana walked onto the court and greeted Christina, who had a healthy sweat going despite the coolness of the day. After they talked for a minute Ana challenged Christina to a game and Christina readily accepted.

Ana shucked off her sweater and did a few jumping jacks to warm up. She wasn’t wearing a sports bra, so her boobs bounced around a lot, but she kind of liked the way it felt. Ana took a few practice shots and declared herself ready; Christina told her to go ahead and take the ball out.

As before, their styles of play were markedly different. Christina was a slasher and a shooter, whereas Ana liked to post up and pound the ball down low. They both played with a lot of intensity, working hard on defense, and before long both of them were drenched in sweat.

Christina took an early lead, but Ana came battling back, and they ended up tied 20-20 with the game to 21. Ana had the ball on the right block and was dribbling, backing down her smaller opponent, slowly pushing Christina underneath the basket. All game long Christina had struggled to deal with Ana’s superior strength, sometimes resorting to pushing and holding. Ana never called a foul, though; in fact she rather enjoyed the contact.

With the game on the line, Christina dug in, using every bit of leverage she could muster to try to keep Ana away from the basket. But in the end Ana got to a spot she liked and turned to loft a short hook shot. Christina wrapped her up with both arms to try to force her to call a foul, but still Ana got the shot off and it went in.

Afterwards Christina graciously and sincerely congratulated her opponent. “Good game,” she said. “You’re a baller.”

“Thanks, Christina. You’ve got some game yourself.”

Ana used her sleeve to wipe the sweat from her brow. “Hey, you want to come to my place for a cold drink? It’s just, like, two blocks from here.”

Christina accepted and together they walked to Ana’s house. Now that they were no longer running it was starting to feel a bit cold, but fortunately the house was nice and warm. Ana grabbed them each a bottle of Gatorade and a towel and they went to the living room. There happened to be an NBA game on TV, so for awhile they sat and watched together on the couch.

Ana found herself distracted, though. She’d never realized that basketball could get her so turned on. It was something to do with the competition, the physical contact, the bumping and grinding. Not to mention that Christina was sexy as hell, and she looked especially beautiful now, suffused with the afterglow of a good workout.

Ana looked Christina up and down. Smooth brown skin, strong legs, muscular yet feminine shoulders and arms. Her boobs were smaller than Ana’s, and compressed further by her sports bra, but there was still definitely a girl under that jersey.

After a few minutes of indecision, Ana made up her mind. Maybe it was the confidence she’d built by winning the game, or maybe it was just the mood she was in that day, but she decided to just say fuck it. Without further ado she leaned over, took Christina’s face in her hands, and leaned in for a kiss.

Though taken by surprise, Christina didn’t resist, and in a second she was kissing back. From there it was like a switch had been flipped. Christina and Ana made out passionately, pressed their bodies together, and then practically tore each other’s clothes off. When Ana got Christina’s bra off her tits seemed to inflate, turning into rounded, succulent globes capped by thick brown nipples. Ana took each one into her mouth as her hand reached down to squeeze Christina’s ass. Christina’s brown skin was sweaty, salty, and delicious.

When her turn came, Christina could not begin to fit Ana’s enormous melons into her mouth; she looked like a baby nursing, which made Ana think of Gabi and of their afternoon together. But she reminded herself to be in the here and now, which at the moment meant getting Christina’s shorts and panties off and getting busy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did you know about this?” asked Lexi.

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

“That’s not cool,” opined Lexi.

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

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

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

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

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

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Always the polite hostess, Jessica agreed. As Janice helped her into the strap-on she thought about Rose and Rebecca, wondering if she might get to fuck one or both of them later on. It seemed like almost too much to ask for, so Jessica decided to put it from her mind, concentrate on the task at hand, and hope for the best.

Once the artificial cock was securely in place, Janice dropped to her knees to suck it. She made quite a production of the “blowjob,” licking up and down and around, using both hands, and skillfully making most of the enormous shaft disappear into her mouth. Rose and Jane watched attentively as Janice lifted her mouth off the dildo with a loud pop, spun around, and bent down to present her rear end to Jessica.

Jessica reached down to pry Janice’s pussy lips apart and poised the tip of the strap-on between them. She teased Janice for awhile, trailing the cockhead around her vulva and brushing her clit with it, before pushing the first few inches in. Janice grunted and braced herself, arching her back to get a better angle.

At this point Marie and Rebecca appeared from upstairs, and all four of the other women sat or stood around watching the pas de deux between Jessica and Janice. It was like a combination wrestling match and dance performance – Jessica leading the way, setting the rhythm, confident and masterful; Janice responding, using her hips to gain maximum friction, crying out like an animal as she was penetrated deeper and deeper.

After climaxing twice – the second time with screams that would’ve made a passer-by think someone was being murdered inside – Janice sprawled out on her back on the floor. “Thanks, I needed that,” she said.

Jessica stood looking around the room. She locked eyes with both Rebecca and Rose, feeling uncharacteristically indecisive. How far was too far in this situation? It was entirely possible these girls were virgins, after all.

Rebecca solved Jessica’s dilemma for her by walking over and laying down on the couch. She spread her legs and looked right into Jessica’s eyes with an expression that left no doubt about what she wanted. (In truth she was not a virgin, for reasons that she preferred not to discuss. But at the moment she was glad, because she wanted this very badly.)

Even so, Jessica took her gently, easing in little by little. Almost immediately Rebecca’s eyes rolled back in her head and she began to pant: “Oh Jesus. Oh Jesus. Fuck me. Fuck me. Oh Jesus. Oh Jesus.”

Then her voice was muffled as Rose’s pussy settled down onto her face. Jessica shook her head. So thoroughly corrupted, so quickly. It was almost a shame.

* * *

Gina and Olivia knew that this would be their last night together for awhile, as starting the next day Gina would be on mom duty. So Gina made a special dinner and afterwards they were sitting in the living room when Olivia saw a pink shopping bag she didn’t recognize. “What’s in the bag?” she asked.

Gina blushed. “I did a little more shopping today.”

Olivia started looking through the contents and it soon became clear what kind of shopping: She found handcuffs, leather restraints, nipple clamps, a blindfold, and a strap-on. “Oh, my,” whispered Olivia, coloring a little herself.

Olivia looked up at Gina and their eyes met. What followed had a feeling of inevitability, as if they had worked out in advance every detail of what was going to happen. Gina stood and undressed slowly and deliberately, stripping off her dress, then her bra and her panties. When she was naked Olivia stood and approached her. After a long, soft kiss she spun Gina around and cuffed her hands behind her back. (From the very beginning of their affair it had never been in doubt that Olivia, though the younger of the two, was the dominant one.)

Next came the blindfold; when it was on Olivia lowered Gina to her knees and sat beside her. She carefully applied the clamps to Gina’s erect nipples, drawing a sharp intake of breath from the older woman each time.

Pulling off her top and bra, Olivia brought Gina’s mouth to her chest, guiding her to one breast, then the other. Gina suckled hungrily; she was definitely excited at this point, Olivia could smell that for sure.

Suddenly breathing heavily, Olivia stripped off the rest of her clothes, spread her legs, and pushed the blindfolded woman’s head down between her legs. Knowing that Gina couldn’t see her, Olivia was rougher and more forceful than she would have been normally; the rush of power made her extremely wet, and Gina eagerly lapped up the nectar dripping from her crotch.

Olivia moaned loudly and mashed her pussy into Gina’s face until the combination of Gina’s nose, tongue, and lips brought her to orgasm. Then she pulled away and stood looking down at her friend, lover, and former employer. Gina was bent over, slowly wiggling her hips from side to side, clearly in need. Olivia placed one leg between Gina’s so Gina could hump it, which she did gratefully, rubbing her wet pussy up and down Olivia’s shin.

Meanwhile Olivia reached for the strap-on. It took her a minute to figure out how to work the harness and when she did she spent a minute just playing with it, flicking it with her finger and watching the unfamiliar shape bob up and down between her legs. Then she sat back down on the couch and brought Gina’s head to the dildo. Gina licked all the way up the length of the shaft and took the tip into her mouth, then slowly swallowed more until she started to gag. Olivia reached down to finger herself with one hand as she enjoyed the sexy sight of blindfolded Gina sucking her plastic cock. With she other she tugged at the nipple clamps, drawing a series of desperate-sounding little groans from Gina.

Gina was still circling her butt in the air, and finally Olivia decided it was time to give her what she needed. Moving around behind Gina, Olivia knelt down and lifted the tip of the strap-on to Gina’s pussy lips. Gina wasted not a second, immediately sliding backward to impale herself on the shaft. Worked up as she was, Gina took her fucking eagerly and loudly, pushing back with her hips until her pussy lips were pressed against Olivia’s crotch. When it seemed that Gina was about to come, Olivia held her hips tight and finished her slowly, prompting a long, sustained climax accompanied by gasps, cries, and helpless moans.

Olivia wasn’t done yet, though. After giving Gina a minute to recover, Olivia took the older woman by the hand and led her upstairs to the bedroom. There she uncuffed Gina’s hands, laid her out on the bed face-up, and used the leather restraints to tie her arms and legs to the bedposts. This time she removed the blindfold and looked Gina in the eyes while fucking her, gently at first then building to a crescendo so intense that Olivia feared the bed would collapse.

Afterward Gina lay staring up at her young friend with a dreamy look in her eyes. Her ex-husband had been good in bed, but had never made her come like that. Who would have guessed that it would take an 18-year-old cheerleader to truly satisfy her?

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After returning home that night, Sara Valentine went for a long walk around the neighborhood, reflecting on all that had happened to her over the last few days. First she had surrendered herself to Kelly and Kat; then she had let Kat and Lexi treat her like a servant and sexual plaything in her own house. Then today she had taken part in a mini-orgy in her classroom with four cheerleaders. What might happen next?

Unbeknownst to her, just at this moment she was right in front of Jessica Braden’s house, and preoccupied as she was she almost walked straight into two young women who were going the other way. Sara apologized and continued on her way, but after taking a few steps she found herself turning and looking behind her. They were really very attractive girls, one with dark hair and glasses, one with light brown hair in a ponytail. As Sara watched the dark-haired one leaned over to whisper something in the other girl’s ear and they both giggled.

This was Rose and Rebecca, who had managed to convince Rose’s uncle that another visit to this area would be a good idea, that there was a soul they were making progress toward saving. Hearts pounding, they made their way to Jessica’s door and rang the bell.

Jessica was just finishing her first martini of the evening and was pleasantly surprised to see the two girls on her front porch. She had been hoping they’d get the chance to finish what they’d started — her previous encounter with Rose and Rebecca had ended rather abruptly — and although she wasn’t sure it would ever happen, she’d spent a fair amount of time over the previous couple days planning exactly what she’d do if the opportunity arose.

Setting the girls up in the living room with glasses of lemonade, Jessica excused herself for a few minutes. When she returned, she was accompanied by Marie and Jane — both naked, hands cuffed behind their backs, and wearing leather dog collars with leashes attached. Jessica held one leash in either hand as her two servants crawled on their knees beside her.

“I don’t believe you got a chance to meet my pets the other day,” said Jessica. “This is Rose and Rebecca, ladies. Aren’t they cute?”

Marie and Jane both nodded agreement. Turning her attention to the two young girls, Jessica said, “They are very obedient pets.” Pointing to Marie, she said, “Head on the ground, ass in the air,” and Marie complied. To Jane, Jessica barked “Lick her,” and Jane bent down to thrust her face into Marie’s crotch.

Rose and Rebecca just sat watching, nervously sipping their lemonade. Jessica let things continue this way for a minute, then yanked back hard on Jane’s leash, pulling her head up from between Marie’s legs. Then she handed Jane’s leash to Rose and Marie’s to Rebecca and said, “Do with them as you please. I have to run out for a minute, but I’ll be back.”

With that Jessica strode purposefully out the door and into the street, having decided that she really wanted to get Janice involved in the unfolding action. She could just as well have called but for some reason really wanted to see what would happen in her absence.

It took Janice a minute to answer the door, and when she did she was dressed in a bathrobe. “I was just taking a bath,” she said. “What’s up?”

“There’s something you’re not going to want to miss,” said Jessica, and from the look on her face, Janice could tell she was serious.

“Give me a minute.”

About 90 seconds later Janice had slipped on shorts and a T-shirt and was following Jessica back across the street. In the living room they found Rose on the couch, naked from the waist down, legs spread wide as Jane ate her hungrily. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning softly but urgently. As Jessica and Janice entered, Rose’s eyes slid open but she didn’t really seem to see them; she appeared to be focusing on something far, far away.

It took them a minute to find Rebecca, who had taken Marie to one of the bedrooms. Marie was on the bed in a very awkward position with her arms pinioned beneath her as Rebecca tongued her slit with the slow, deliberate demeanor of a connoisseur. This girl has done this before, was Jessica’s immediate thought. But then you never know, she reflected; some people are just naturals.

Jessica and Janice stood in the doorway watching the young girl pleasure Marie, who writhed on the surface of the bed. But Rebecca’s skirt had ridden up around her waist and the sight of her cute little white panties was driving Janice to distraction. Janice knelt down behind Rebecca, pulled the crotch of her panties aside, and slid a finger in, feeling the girl squirm in response. Then she leaned over to take a taste and she and Rebecca moaned in unison.

Leaving them to it, Jessica returned to the living room, where Rose was emitting a high-pitched whimper as Jane sucked on her clit. Jessica eased off her jeans and panties and sank down onto the corner of the couch. 

Opening her legs, she slowly pulled Rose toward her. Rose was completely malleable in this condition. Jessica dipped a finger into her own wetness and then pushed it between Rose’s lips until Rose began to reflexively suckle it; from there it was very easy for Jessica to get Rose to start licking her.

For a while the house was filled with soft moans and sighs that built slowly to a crescendo; then a wave of orgasms ran through the building; then it was quiet again. Rose rested her head on Jessica’s lap; Jane sat back on her haunches, wiping her face, which bore a crinkled smile. The mood of peaceful contentment lingered for several minutes.

Then Janice appeared in the living room carrying her favorite strap-on from Jessica’s collection. “Will you do me, Jess? I’ve been needing it really bad.”

Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 62

Things had just started to get really interesting – Jessica had managed to get Rose to go down on Rebecca, and was moving into position to straddle Rebecca’s face – when there was a loud ringing. Lifting her head from her friend’s crotch, Rose located her phone and studied it for a few seconds.

“It’s my uncle,” said Rose. “He’ll be wondering where we are.”

And with that the moment was over – Jessica knew there was no sense pushing her luck and having this uncle coming snooping around. She helped the girls find their clothes and politely showed them to the door. “Come back any time,” she said cheerfully. “Any time at all.”

When they had gone, Jessica returned to her her movie and masturbated absent-mindedly – not really intending to come – until Marie and Jane returned home, much later than expected. Jessica was in the mood to dole out a little discipline, so she immediately had Marie and Jane strip naked, then cuffed their hands behind their backs and had them kneel over the living room couch. Pulling out her flogger, Jessica prepared to give her two servants the punishment they deserved.

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Adriana was restless that night. Unsure what to do with herself, she had tried to go to bed early, but been unable to sleep. Finally she had climbed out of bed, gotten dressed, and slipped out a window. She wasn’t sure why she did that exactly; she just didn’t feel like explaining where she was going or what she was doing, because she didn’t know.

She spent awhile just wandering the streets, looking at the sliver of moon that was visible, not quite sure what she might be looking for. Then she turned a corner and just happened to be walking past Jackie London’s house when Jackie pulled up in her black SUV.

Jackie had spent the weekend alone at her parents’ cabin in the country, thinking hard about what had happened to her life lately. After a great deal of reflection she had decided to swear off sex with cheerleaders. She worried about what it had been doing to her appetites, that it was causing her to be unable to enjoy the “normal” pleasures in life. And of course she also worried about getting caught, about what it would do to her career and livelihood. On the whole stopping seemed like the prudent thing to do.

And then she pulled up in front of her house and saw Adriana standing on the sidewalk, and her heart immediately started pounding. They exchanged greetings and when Jackie started unloading, Ana offered to help her carry stuff into the house. One thing led to another and the next thing she knew, Jackie was lying naked next to a similarly nude Adriana, spent and satisfied, covered in sweat and girl juice. Part of Jackie felt ashamed at her weakness, but the parts that mattered were purring like kittens.

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Jessica had just taken a few tentative whacks at Marie’s rump when the doorbell rang. Putting down the flogger, she strode to the front door and looked curiously through the keyhole. For a moment Jessica felt anxious; was it Rose’s uncle, come to make a scene about what had happened? But no, when the automatic porch light kicked on, it revealed a pretty face framed by blond hair – Serena, the yoga teacher.

When the door swung open Serena smiled nervously. “Hi, Jessica,” she stammered, her uncertain body language making her appear smaller than her statuesque six feet. “I, um, just happened to be driving by and thought I’d say hi. Is this a bad time?"

Jessica grinned. “Not at all. Just having a quiet night at home. Come on in.” Jessica turned and Serena followed her to the living room. 

It gave Jessica great pleasure to watch Serena’s face as she took in the sight of Marie and Jane cuffed and naked, bent over with their asses up; her eyes went wide and her cheeks flushed bright red. “I was just taking care of an important household chore,” Jessica explained, “Keeping these two misbehaving sluts in line. Perhaps you’d like to help?” Without waiting for an answer, Jessica handed Serena the flogger and proceeded to arm herself with the tawse. “You have a preference?” asked Jessica, and when the blonde shrugged, did a quick eenie-meenie-miny-moe before laying a resounding blow on Jane’s rear end.

Serena joined in by flogging Marie, hesitantly at first but with increasing enthusiasm, enjoying the way the French girl’s butt wiggled when she smacked it. After a few minutes they switched and Serena somewhat hesitantly brought the flogger down a few times on Jane’s already bright-red rump. When she stopped altogether for a minute, feeling guilty, Jane looked back over her shoulder and spoke the first word Serena had ever heard her say: “Harder.”

That started Serena gushing between the legs, and she resumed her work with renewed enthusiasm, swinging the flogger with one hand while reaching the other down into her panties. For awhile they got into a nice rhythm where Serena would smack Jane on the ass... Jane would groan in response... Serena would run a finger across her clit... and the cycle would start over again. Finally Serena had a rippling, bone-shaking orgasm that brought her to her knees. Her vision went all blurry for a minute and when it returned it was focused on Jane’s glistening sex. Serena leaned down to taste it, her head swimming as she buried herself in the pungent scent and overwhelming wetness.

When she came up for air Jessica was standing over her wearing a strap-on that dangled just inches from Serena's face. Misunderstanding Jessica’s intent, Serena took the dildo in one hand and ran her tongue up the shaft. Smiling, Jessica let her continue for awhile, impressed with how much of the monster she could make disappear down her throat. Then she handed Serena the other strap-on that she held in her hand. A minute later Serena was pounding into Jane from behind as Jessica fucked Marie; both women were grunting loud enough for the neighbors to hear, or so it seemed because soon Janice appeared, having let herself in upon finding the door unlocked.

Never one to miss an opportunity, Janice quickly stripped and positioned herself on the couch so Marie could lick her pussy as Jane sucked on her tits. By the time this scene played itself out it was quite late and everyone was tired. Janice and Serena made their way home and Jessica curled up in bed with Marie beside her and Jane sleeping at their feet. Elsewhere Kat, Kelly, Sara Valentine, Adriana, Jackie, Olivia, Gina, Ella, Lexi, and Annalise were all turning in. It had been a long day, but a good one.

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Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 54

While Kat was having her adventure with Mistress Mimi, Jessica was having quite an interesting day of her own. As the sun was setting she found herself, quite unusually, alone in the house. Ella had asked to borrow Marie and Jane to serve drinks at a party she was having, and Jessica had agreed while declining to attend herself. Jessica knew this particular crowd of Ella’s friends, and while they would no doubt think themselves wild and daring to be served by “slave girls” in lingerie, they were at heart uptight and boring and nothing really interesting would happen at the party.

Instead, Jessica had opted for a quiet Sunday at home. She was planning to sit down and watch the new movie by her favorite director, which had just arrived in the mail the day before. Jessica had a very high opinion of this woman’s work: It was top-quality lesbian erotica, or porn if you preferred – which Jessica actually did, thinking the word “erotica” pretentious. Her movies had actual plots and plenty of buildup that inevitably led to hot, hot sex. Sometimes it was just couples, sometimes threesomes or more, but Jessica always had complete confidence that she would get off several times before it was over.

She had just poured herself a drink, sat down, and pressed “Play” when the doorbell rang. Jessica sighed. What might it be now? Pausing the movie, she walked to the front door and peered through the peephole. There were two young women on the other side, one with dark hair and glasses, one with light brown hair tied back in a ponytail. Suddenly Jessica was interested.

Swinging open the door, Jessica took in both girls with a glance. The dark-haired one was maybe 20, with an exquisitely beautiful face and a thin but very attractive body. The other one was 18 or 19, slightly plainer of face with an almost chubby but decidedly curvy figure.

“Hi,” said the dark-haired girl. “My name is Rose, and this is Rebecca.” Rebecca nodded. Glancing down, Jessica saw that Rose was carrying a stack of Watchtowers, and suddenly it all made sense: they were Jehovah’s Witnesses.

Rose launched into some canned speech about natural disasters and how they were God’s judgment on humanity, but Jessica paid no attention. Instead she looked back and forth from one girl to the other, sizing them up, her mind racing. Would it possible to seduce them? How might such a thing be accomplished?

What Jessica couldn’t have known — but may somehow have sensed — was that Rose and Rebecca were ripe for the taking. They were normal young women with healthy sexual appetites that they had no way to express, and long-suppressed curiosity about sex in all its forms. There was a natural attraction between them that, with all the time they’d spent together, had grown into a powerful yearning. But neither of them could do anything about it; each was afraid that the other would see her as sinful. So it was going to take a third party to bring it out of them. 

At the first opportunity Jessica interrupted Rose’s spiel. “It’s getting awfully cold out here,” said Jessica. “Why don’t you come on inside.”

The girls readily agreed; Jessica imagined that they had been getting frosty receptions at every door they had gone to, and were glad to find someone who would listen. And it really was getting cold now that the sun was going down; Rose, in particular, was underdressed for the weather, and it occurred to Jessica that the Witnesses might not be above using sex appeal as a sales technique.

Sitting Rebecca and Rose down in the couch facing the TV, Jessica took a seat herself in the recliner to the right. She thought for a moment; she needed to get these girls off the subject of religion, get them talking about themselves. “It must be difficult going door to door like this.”

Rose exhaled audibly. “You can say that again. Most people aren’t as nice as you.”

“And some people are downright mean,” added Rebecca.

As they were talking, Jessica had surreptitiously started the movie playing again while muting the sound. It had been paused on the opening credits, and now was showing a perfectly innocent-looking scene of two women having dinner in a restaurant; Jessica guessed it would be 20 minutes or so before anything sexual happened.

In the meantime, Jessica tried to keep Rebecca and Rose talking, asking them about whether they were in school, what they were studying, what they did for fun... anything except damnation and salvation. They must live in an incredibly repressed environment, Jessica thought, and who knew what appetites they might have burning inside them?

 

Jessica found herself almost drooling at the idea of getting to break in these two innocents. It was entirely possible, even likely, that they were virgins. And they were so cute… Rebecca was very charming, especially when she smiled, but Rose was a real beauty, with her straight black hair and pale brown eyes. Her features had a trace of an Asian quality to them – Jessica guessed that she might be part Filipina.

As they talked, Jessica watched the girls’ eyes carefully; though they were trying to converse politely, they couldn’t help but glance occasionally at the screen, just because it was moving. When, finally, there was a scene of two women kissing, Jessica focused intently on the girls’ reaction. Clearly they noticed, because they both got a little fidgety and some red crept into Rebecca’s cheeks, but if it made them uncomfortable they were too polite to say so.

Jessica chose that moment to excuse herself to go into the kitchen, ostensibly for beverages. Once in the kitchen, she waited a minute, then crept silently back into the living room, watching the girls from behind as they watched the movie. The women who had been kissing were now half-naked, laying entwined on a bed; coincidentally, they were being spied on from the hallway by a third woman, unbeknownst to them.

The women on the bed were a blonde and a redhead, and the blonde now leaned over to suckle on the redhead’s breast. Jessica inched forward, trying to glimpse the girls’ faces without letting them know she was there. Their expressions were rapt, and they stared straight ahead as the blonde’s hand slipped between the redhead’s legs and pulled her panties aside.

Next there was a shot from the observer in the movie’s point of view as the two women on the bed kissed passionately once again. Jessica sensed that this was her moment. Taking a quick and quiet step forward, she put one hand on the back of Rose’s head and one on Rebecca’s, and gently but decisively encouraged them to kiss each other. When their lips met, softly and slowly, Jessica immediately felt herself begin to gush between the legs. She helped herself to a kiss from each girl and then brought them together again.

Walking around to the other side of the couch, Jessica took one of Rose’s hands and placed it on Rebecca’s breast. Rose instinctively began to rub her friend’s nipple, drawing a big smile from Jessica, who leaned forward and drew the girls into a three-way kiss. As she was doing so she reached her own hand out and cupped one of Rose’s breasts, prompting a quiet but very sexy moan.

When the kiss was over, Jessica looked over at the movie, where the blonde and redhead were now 69ing on the bed. Following Jessica’s eyes, Rose and Rebecca saw this as well, and for a minute all three just stared at the screen. The movie cut from a long shot of the 69, to a close-up of the blonde parting the redhead’s pussy lips with her fingers, to a shot of the third woman – the voyeur – who now had one hand down the front of her unbuttoned jeans.

As the girls continued to watch the movie, Jessica moved around behind Rose and pulled her shirt up and off. She was wearing a very big and conservative bra, which followed the shirt onto the floor. Jessica reached both hands around to cup Rose’s tits, using her thumbs and index fingers to encourage the already hardening nipples, then extended one arm to pull Rebecca’s head toward Rose’s chest.

 

Swallowing nervously, Rebecca softly kissed Rose’s left nipple, then tentatively stuck out her tongue to touch it. Jessica felt Rose’s body stiffen and pulled the girl’s hair to one side, leaning over to kiss and lick her ear. Rose closed her eyes and leaned back against Jessica, emboldening Rebecca, who now took a big mouthful of one breast, then the other.

Jessica whispered something in Rose’s ear; following the instructions, Rose reached over and pulled off Rebecca’s blouse and bra, revealing a truly stunning set of D-cup breasts. Rose bent down to suckle on one as Jessica leaned over her to taste the other, at the same time sliding one hand under Rose’s skirt and between her thighs. They were exquisitely soft and smooth, and Jessica was pleased to find that the side of her hand that was against Rose’s panties felt wet.

Onscreen, the third woman had come out of her hiding place and was standing by the bed talking to the blonde and the redhead. Jessica watched them for a few seconds, wondering what might be transpiring between them, before returning her attention to the girls. Rebecca was leaning back with her eyes closed, nipples jutting straight out, clearly enjoying the attention she had been receiving. Rose was looking back over her shoulder at Jessica, as if wondering what to do next.

Sensing that Rose was ready for the next step, Jessica rolled the dark-haired girl over onto her back. Her mouth watering, Jessica slid onto her knees in front of Rose. Those who knew her would have been surprised to see her in this position; but this was a special case. 

Jessica pulled off Rose’s shoes and skirt, leaving only her socks and panties, which were old-fashioned and unattractive. Still, she left them on for a minute, kissing and licking all around them, feeling Rose slowly open up for her. Now Jessica spread Rose’s legs and planted a big kiss on the moist crotch of her panties, taking a deep breath of her intoxicating scent, then glanced over at Rebecca, who was staring wide-eyed and unblinking.

Reaching up, Jessica pulled off Rose’s glasses, carefully folding them and putting them aside. She kissed Rose gently on the lips, then on each eyelid, before taking hold of the waistband of Rose’s panties and beginning to work them downward. Rose exhaled softly and lifted her hips to help with the process. When the panties were off, Jessica opened Rose’s legs again, and at the sight of the girl’s naked, glistening pussy, she felt a mixture of triumph, lust, and a kind of reverence. This kind of beauty almost made her want to believe in God.


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