Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 131

It was Claire who initiated the kiss, but Olivia certainly did not resist. Claire’s lips were plump, soft, and delicious, and Olivia immediately felt her temperature rise – it was like she hadn’t been touched in weeks, though she’d spent half the previous night in bed with Lexi.

Claire’s hand traced up the inside of Olivia’s thigh and explored the wetness between her legs. Olivia surrendered, moaning softly, ready for action. But then Claire suddenly pulled away.

“Let’s not do this here,” she said. “Why don’t you come to my place?”

* * *

On her way home, Jackie stopped about a half hour away to text Sara that she was almost there. Over the holiday she had gone off to visit her parents while Sara – who was estranged from her own family – stayed at home.

At first, Sara had enjoyed having some time to herself, spending a lot of time reading and taking long hot baths. But as the days wore on she had grown increasingly lonely and her messages to Jackie had grown increasingly desperate, to the point where Jackie cut her planned trip short by two days.

Jackie didn’t quite know how she and Sara had become so wrapped up in each other in such a short time. Sara drove her crazy, both in a good way and a bad way. On the one hand, Sara was so emotional, so flighty, so unpredictable; on the other hand she was so fundamentally alluring that the more Jackie got to know her, the more she got drawn in.

And there was something about Sara that brought out a hidden part of Jackie’s personality – her dominant side. In Sara’s presence Jackie felt stronger, more powerful, more decisive. This in turn brought out Sara’s submissive side, and the two mutually reinforced each other. Never in any previous relationship had either of them acted the way they acted toward each other.

Pulling up in front of Sara’s house, Jackie took a minute to sit quietly. It had been a long drive and she was tired. But at the same time, she knew that something exciting probably awaited her inside, and she was eager to find out what.

The front door was unlocked, but the house was quiet and dark, though unusually warm. Jackie found Sara upstairs, in the dimly lit bedroom, naked. She had tied her own feet and one of her hands to the bed; her other hand gripped the bedpost on that side.

“Hi,” said Sara. “I’ve been waiting for you. And waiting and waiting and waiting.” Her tone was petulant, but also teasing.

“Well, I’m here now,” answered Jackie.

The sight of Sara’s nude body, bound and at her disposal, inflamed Jackie. Her nipples sprang to attention and her juices began to flow. She stripped naked and climbed onto the bed, laying down full length atop Sara, and they shared a hot, wet kiss.

Jackie moved down to lick and suck Sara’s tits, letting her right leg slide down between Sara’s legs. Grinding her pussy eagerly against Jackie’s thigh, Sara began to pant rhythmically. Jackie could feel the need emanating from Sara’s crotch, and she started to move to give it her attention.

But then she thought, no. I’m going to look after my own needs first for once. She climbed up to straddle Sara’s head, poising her pussy right above Sara’s mouth. In this position what could Sara do but obey? She stuck her tongue out and went to work.

Once Jackie had come a couple of times she felt more relaxed, and more generous. She retrieved a strap-on from the bedside table and waved it in Sara’s face.

“You want this?”

Sara eyes were wide, her breath coming unevenly. “You know I do.”

Jackie took her sweet time getting ready, watching Sara squirm. At one point Sara’s free hand found its way between her legs, and Jackie shook a finger at her. “Not if you want this,” she said, gripping the shaft of the dildo in her fist.

Sara obediently returned her hand to its place on the bedpost, frowning. “Well come on and fuck me then.”

“I’ll fuck you when I’m damn good and ready,” barked Jackie. But she was ready soon enough. She positioned herself between Sara’s legs, teasing Sara’s pussy with the tip of the strap-on. Sara’s free hand moved to Jackie’s ass, encouraging her to go in deeper, and Jackie let it stay there. A long “Unnnnhhhhhh” came from way down in Sara’s throat as the dildo filled her to completeness.

Jackie gave it to Sara long and hard, but also tenderly. She really enjoyed making Sara come, watching her face change from hunger to ecstasy to afterglow. Then, after a minute’s rest, the process started all over again.

Sara was highly multiorgasmic, and each one seemed to get a little stronger, until finally she went limp and Jackie could tell that she was done. Jackie pulled out and rolled over onto her side, gazing down as a satisfied smile illuminated Sara’s beautiful face.

* * *

Later that night, Olivia and Claire lay naked in bed in Claire’s tiny studio apartment, eating ice cream and talking.

“I guess I’m going to have to ask Tara about this,” said Claire, referring to the web site showing explicit pictures of the two of them. “I think she’s back from New York today.” Picking up her phone from the bedside table, Claire sighed. “But I don’t really want to.”

“I thought you two were close?” said Olivia.

“Yeah,” said Claire, “but lately, I don’t know, I’m tired of that whole scene. Being with Gina is so nice. No games, no hidden agendas... it’s the complete opposite of being around Mimi. Who, as you can see, does have hidden agendas. And Tara is her right-hand girl, her, like, protege or whatever.”

Claire took a big spoonful of ice cream and handed the carton to Olivia. “And here I am, fucking around on Gina first chance I get. Well, it serves her right for leaving me alone all week.” She sighed again. “I really don’t do relationships very well.”

“I know what you mean,” said Olivia. “Sometimes I think I’m just, like, a total slut.”

“I think so too,” joked Claire, and they both laughed. Dipping her spoon into the ice cream, Claire dabbed a little onto each of Olivia’s breasts and leaned down to lick it off. After all, what was done was done; having a second go-round wasn’t going to change anything.


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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.”


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Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 104

Late that afternoon Sara Valentine sat at her desk, ostensibly grading papers, but really just staring out the window at the first rays of sunset. She sighed, wishing that it was permissible to smoke in the classroom; she didn’t smoke often anymore, but a cigarette sounded really good just then.

She felt abandoned and adrift. She hadn’t seen any of the cheerleaders outside of class all week, and suddenly it seemed like she didn’t know how to entertain herself anymore. She’d spent the previous night drinking wine and masturbating to internet porn, but ended up just as frustrated as when she started. That morning she’d woken up feeling hung over, dirty, and ashamed. It was all she could do to drag herself out of bed and into school, hoping that something exciting might materialize.

Just then Jackie London walked by and saw Sara sitting there looking forlorn. Jackie had never really liked Sara that much, finding her stuck-up and pretentious. But they had a bond now, they shared a secret, and Jackie had started to soften toward the English teacher, who had a vulnerable side that Jackie found much more appealing than the Sara she’d known previously.

Jackie walked into the classroom and said hello; Sara looked up and smiled. In the past, Sara had never been that big a fan of Jackie, either, thinking her hard-edged and vulgar. But at this moment the sight of Jackie’s face lifted Sara’s spirits a little. Here was someone who might understand what Sara was going through, though she herself would have had a hard time articulating it.

“How’s it going?” asked Jackie.

Sara shrugged. “OK, I guess. I don’t know, really.”

They chit-chatted for a few minutes about their classes and the latest school gossip. Jackie found herself staring into Sara’s eyes, finding them beautiful and intelligent, glowing with an inner light that she had never noticed before. Eventually they ran out of things to talk about and a somewhat awkward silence fell over the room.

At this point Jackie seemed to go into a trance; she felt herself moving automatically, without really thinking about what she was doing. She walked to the classroom door and pulled it closed, scanning the hallway to make sure no one was around. Then she walked over to Sara’s desk, dropped to her knees, and crawled underneath.

Sara’s heart rate jumped but she made no move, breathing slowly and steadily. She felt Jackie’s hands on her knees, a little cold on her warm flesh. Jackie parted Sara’s legs and lifted her dress; she wasn’t wearing anything underneath, so now Jackie had a close-up view of Sara’s thick brown pubes and the pink lips peeking out from underneath.

Jackie took a moment to just breathe deeply, taking in the delicious smell from between Sara’s legs. She was just leaning in for a taste when she felt Sara’s body go rigid as there was a knock at the door.

The door creaked open and Mrs. Adams, the vice-principal, poked her head in. “Hi Sara,” she said, “sorry to bother you, but have you seen Jackie London? I thought she was around and I need to ask her a question about her class schedule.”

Sara immediately turned beet-red and had a hard time getting her mouth to work. She wondered if the look on her face gave away what was going on here, and even if Mrs. Adams could smell her wet pussy from this distance. Finally she managed to squeak out, “Um, no, haven’t seen her,” and the vice-principal thanked her and left.

Looking down at Jackie, who was smiling wryly at the close call, Sara said, “Let’s go to my place.”

Jackie agreed and went back to her office to collect her stuff. On the way she ran into Mrs. Adams, who got asked Jackie about her schedule and then detained her for 10 more minutes with small talk. Horny as she was, Jackie found herself looking Mrs. Adams up and down appraisingly. She was in her 50s and dowdy, but she had a nice body and was a very energetic person; she might be fun in the sack.

When Mrs. Adams finally left off with a cheery “Bye!”, it took Jackie a second to remember what she had been doing. Once she did, she quickly collected her bag and keys and drove over to Sara’s.

The front door was cracked so Jackie let herself in. In the living room she found Sara naked, bent over the couch, hands clasped together behind her back. On the cushion next to her were handcuffs, nipple clamps, and a strap-on.

Jackie felt a rush of excitement run through her. At that moment it was crystal-clear exactly what Sara wanted from her, and she was eager to provide it. Picking up the handcuffs, Jackie used them to bind Sara’s hands behind her. Then she snapped on the nipple clamps and gave each of Sara’s breasts a little slap. Finally she pulled Sara to her for a forceful open-mouthed kiss.

Breaking the kiss, Jackie gently but firmly pushed Sara back down onto the couch, lifting her rear end into the air. Sara wiggled her butt invitingly, and Jackie needed no further prompting; she raised her hand high into the air and brought it down hard on Sara’s left cheek.

Sara winced, then took a deep breath and gritted her teeth. “Harder,” she growled, and Jackie responded, landing a resounding whack on the other cheek. Back and forth they went, both of them beginning to sweat as Sara’s ass gradually took on a crimson glow.

The itch between Jackie’s legs had been steadily growing, and eventually she could stand it no more. Standing, she quickly tore off her pants and panties and then hopped onto the couch, where she pushed her crotch into Sara’s face. Sara gobbled away eagerly.

Jackie felt her heart pounding and sweat pouring down her body as an orgasm approached; it was happening too fast, so she grabbed a handful of Sara’s hair and pulled backwards. Taking a deep breath, Jackie looked down into Sara’s face; it was flushed and wet with pussy juice, her eyes wide and eager.

When she felt a little more under control, Jackie let go of Sara’s head, which immediately disappeared back between Jackie’s legs. Once again the climax came on fast, and this time Jackie let it happen, panting out quick breaths as her muscles clenched and spasmed.

Pulling herself away, Jackie stood and reached for the strap-on. Sara watched over her shoulder – lips parted, breathing audibly – as Jackie stepped into the harness and tightened the straps, Jackie flicked the head of the dildo with her finger a couple of times and watched it bob up and down; it looked thick, black, and angry.

Lifting one leg and shifting her lips forward, Jackie brought the tip of the dildo to Sara’s mouth. Sara opened her lips all the way and sucked down as much of the shaft as she could. When Jackie pushed in a little bit more Sara started to gag, and Jackie let her, watching her struggle for a minute before pulling all the way out.

Jackie walked around behind Sara who obediently leaned forward, shifting all of her weight onto her chest to her ass could float up into the air. The nipple clamps dug into her flesh but she didn’t care; she wanted to be fucked, and fucked hard, right now.

Sara’s legs were already spread wide but Jackie opened them even further, them spent a few minutes fondling her, running a hand through her bush, up and down her thighs, and across her wet slit. Sara squirmed and groaned, enjoying the attention, but also eager to be penetrated. She looked back imploringly at Jackie, who took pity on her, grasping the strap-on in one hand and guiding the tip between Sara’s pussy lips.

Holding Sara’s hips, Jackie slowly pushed the first few inches in, drawing a long, high-pitched whimper from the English teacher. Then Jackie abruptly plunged the rest of the way in and Sara screamed, the plastic phallus filling her completely as the clamps tore at the soft flesh of her nipples.

Sara tensed all over then relaxed, surrendering herself to the pleasure and the pain, and then she was coming, and coming again, and again. She writhed and moaned and pushed herself back onto the hard root of the dildo where it met Jackie’s pelvis, grinding against it for maximum friction. And then she was still.

After removing the strap-on Jackie uncuffed Sara, who rolled over onto her back and lay there looking glassy-eyed. Jackie went to the kitchen for water and when she returned she started to get dressed, but Sara looked over at her pleadingly. “Please don’t go.”

Jackie shrugged. She didn’t really have anywhere to be. Grabbing a blanket, Jackie took a seat on the couch next to Sara, who lifted her head and put it down on Jackie’s lap.

It was totally dark outside by now and very peaceful in the house. Sara cuddled into the blanket and Jackie reached for the remote and switched on the TV. After that they just sat quietly, lit by flickering shadows from the screen.

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.


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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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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.

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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.

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Friday morning Jessica decided to go to one of Serena’s regular, public yoga classes where people would have clothes on. This way, she figured, she could get in a complete workout that didn’t devolve into an orgy. Not that there was anything wrong with orgies, but she needed to get her exercise somehow.

Marie and Jane hadn’t wanted to attend, and Jessica had been perfectly happy to leave them behind. They had been sort of high-maintenance lately, Jessica thought as she sat in the studio waiting for class to begin.

Being who she was, Jessica amused herself during the wait by checking out the women in the class. (It was almost all women – there were only two men, both much older.) There were several nice specimens, but the one who really caught her eye was all the way at the other end of the studio. There were lots of people between them, so Jessica could only catch a glimpse here and there: dark brown hair, striking blue eyes, and smooth, gorgeous alabaster skin.

During the class Jessica continued to scrutinize the brown-haired woman as best she could without appearing to stare. She was tall – almost as tall as Jessica – and had a perfect body that was nicely displayed by her yoga clothes. Her breasts were full and ripe, as big as you’d want them for her body type; her waist was thin and tapered; her butt and legs were toned and contoured. By the time the class was over, Jessica had made up her mind: Somehow or other, she would have this woman.

When the class had filed out Jessica approached Serena and inquired as to the identity of her target.

“Oh, that’s Tanya,” answered Serena. “Yes, she’s quite beautiful.” Serena’s eyes glittered; she knew exactly what was going on in Jessica’s mind. “Also quite religious, and quite married.”

Jessica smiled. “I like a challenge.”

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Arriving home that evening, Kelly found she had a surprise visitor: her cousin Sally Ann, who was sitting in the kitchen chatting with Betty while the older woman prepared for a dinner party.

Kissing Sally on the cheek, Kelly sat down across from her and asked, “So what brings you to town, cuz?”

Sally looked down and answered quietly, “Oh, nothing really. Just bored, felt like getting out of town for awhile.”

But the color that flooded into Sally Ann’s cheeks and the look in her eyes told Kelly the real story: Sally had developed an appetite during her last visit, one she had been unable to satisfy at home. It took Kelly only a few seconds to figure out what to do. Taking her cousin by the hand, she said, “Let’s go for a walk.” A walk that just might happen to take them by Sara Valentine’s house.

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It was the end of a long and strange week for Sara, who was sitting on her back porch sipping a glass of red wine. The sun was just dipping below the horizon and she was starting to think about getting in out of the cold when she heard the doorbell ring. At first she ignored it, feeling tired and worried about what new degradation might await her. She had been careful to lock the door this time. But the bell rang again, then again, and finally Sara’s curiosity got the better of her.

Opening the door, the found Kelly Ann Collins accompanied by a girl who was virtually her twin, only a little shorter and a little wider, with big boobs that were well displayed by her tight sweater. Without waiting to be invited, Kelly entered, pulling the other redhead along by one hand.

“This is Ms. Valentine,” said Kelly to Sally. Then to Sara, she said, “This is my cousin Sally Ann.”

“Nice to meet you,” responded Sara, taking Sally’s hand and already feeling her pussy moisten at the possibilities this situation offered.

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Jackie London, meanwhile, had been packing again to go out of town, hoping once more to cure herself of her cheerleader addiction. She was almost ready to go when she got a text from Kat, inquiring what she was up to.

Next thing she knew, Jackie had picked Kat up in her SUV and they were on their way to Sara Valentine’s house. Kat had decided that she wanted to spend some quality time together with her two favorite teachers. And these days Kat usually got what she wanted.

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Kelly wasted no time leading Sally and Sara to the den, whereupon she whispered some instructions in Sara’s ear and left the room. Sara blushed bright red but did not hesitate to do as she had been told. Inviting Sally to have a seat, Sara matter-of-factly stripped off her blouse, skirt, bra, and panties, then sank to her knees. Crawling over to where the redhead sat, Sara helped Sally out of her jeans and pushed her legs apart, noting that her blue-striped white panties were already wet with seepage.

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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.

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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.

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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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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.

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Wendesday Kat decided that she wanted to share her new prize with Jessica, so she told Sara to wait for her at school until after practice, and then she, Kelly Ann, and the teacher walked together to Jessica’s house. Unbeknownst to Kat, festivities had been underway there all afternoon; Jessica had been in a particularly decadent mood that day, made a few phone calls, and found that many of the local housewives were available and in the mood.

It was Jessica herself, taking a break from the action and dressed in a bathrobe, who answered the door.  She graciously invited them in, taking note of the new face – brown hair, glasses, thirtyish, cute – and immediately her well-used pussy begin to moisten again.

The scene that greeted Kat, Kelly, and Sara when they entered the main house was something to behold. Marie was naked on a recliner, body tensed so that her pelvis and chest were both lifted; Jane knelt in front of her, face buried in Marie’s pussy. Jane, in turn, was being fucked from behind by Janice, whose face was knitted in concentration, forehead glistening with sweat, breasts bobbing gently as she gave Jane the business. On the couch Ella and Serena were 69ing stretched out on their sides; as they were both blond and long, the effect was almost like watching twins go at it, except that Serena had shorter hair and was more muscular.

Out by the pool, Samantha Bowman was on her back on a deck chair, legs planted and pussy raised in the air. She was being forcefully tongue-fucked by Betty Ann Collins, who was kneeling on the concrete. As they watched Betty Ann reached one hand behind her, pulled the crotch of her bikini bottom aside, and used one hand to stroke her red-haired cunt.

Though Sara Valentine had met Samantha and Betty Ann at school, she didn’t recognize them from this angle; but the cheerleaders certainly did, and both immediately turned bright red. Despite everything, it seemed, they were still capable of being embarrassed by their mothers.

Kat was thrown enough that she forgot to introduce Sara to Jessica, so Jessica did it herself, and promptly took Sara by the hand and led her away. This left the two cheerleaders on their own. Kelly walked over to the recliner and leaned down to kiss Marie and suck her tits. Kat sat down on the couch next to Ella and Serena, initially just watching, entranced by their beauty and sensuality. But after a few minutes Ella lifted her head and leaned over to kiss Kat with lips tasting of Serena’s pussy. Soon Kat was naked and writhing in the embrace of the two blondes; meanwhile Kelly had climbed onto the recliner to lower her crotch onto Marie’s face.

In the bedroom, Jessica had quickly stripped Sara, dropping her blouse, bra, skirt, and panties into a pile on the floor. She pulled the teacher to her and kissed her hard, groping her everywhere, squeezing her tits, pinching her nipples, and sliding a hand between her thighs. Abruptly Jessica spun Sara 180 degrees and pulled her hands together behind her back; removing the belt from her robe, Jessica used it to tie Sara’s hands together, letting the robe fall open. Spinning Sara back around, Jessica guided her to her knees and tilted her head upward, feeding her one breast, then the other. A minute later Sara found her face covered with Jessica’s wet pussy, which she serviced without hesitation.

* * *

A while later Kat disengaged herself from Ella and Serena. After having three increasingly powerful climaxes, she wasn’t sure she could take another one. She was curious how Sara was getting on, so she wandered through the house until she heard moaning coming from one of the bedrooms.

Easing quietly into the doorway, Kat saw Sara sprawled out on a bed with her butt in the air as Jessica plowed her from behind. Her hands were tied behind her back and she was ball-gagged, her head pressed against the bed. Her face was toward the door but her eyes were closed; her back was arched as she angled her hips to meet Jessica’s thrusts.

When Jessica grabbed a handful of Sara’s hair and drove the strap-on home forcefully, Sara’s eyes flew open and looked straight at Kat, the white visible on all sides of the pupils, radiating a mixture of fear and excitement. A shiver of jealousy ran through Kat and just for a moment she regretted having brought Sara here. People fell under Jessica’s spell so easily; Kat felt, suddenly, like an outsider in this scene.

Just then Jessica’s eyes met hers, and within seconds Kat had shaken off her mood and felt the familiar tingle between her legs. Climbing onto the bed, Kat leaned back against the headboard, spread her legs wide, and reached down to remove the teacher’s gag.


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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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On Tuesday Senior English was the last class before lunch. Sara Valentine was slightly more composed than she’d been the day before, but anyone who was paying attention – as Kat certainly was – noticed that she spent the entire class sitting behind her desk. This was uncharacteristic for Ms. Valentine, who liked to stand up and wander around the classroom as she engaged in discussions with the students.

Kat smiled to herself because she knew exactly what was going on. Before leaving Sara’s house the night before, Kat had gone through her closet and found the shortest skirt in it, a black tube skirt that Sara had bought in a moment of boldness but never actually worn in public. Tossing it onto the bed, Kat had told the teacher, “Wear this to school tomorrow.” Turning to go, she had added, “No panties.”

After telling herself all night and over breakfast that she would do no such thing, Sara was surprised to find herself dressing as instructed. She wore a very conservative high-necked top as if that would somehow compensate and went to school extra-early, hoping that no one would see her. Fortunately she had made it to the classroom without running into anyone except a cleaning lady, who seemed preoccupied.

All morning she had remained seated behind her desk, feeling nervous lest she for some reason be required to stand up. She prayed there would not be a fire drill, today of all days.

When the bell rang the class filed out, except for Kat and Kelly (Lexi, as a transfer student, was in a different English class). After making sure that the door was closed, they approached Sara’s desk. Kat motioned for the teacher to stand. “Let’s see.”

Her face reddening, Sara stood. Seeing the skirt, Kat nodded and said “Good girl.” She reached one hand under the skirt to confirm that Sara was naked down there, sliding it through the teacher’s fur and briefly cupping her pussy. Then she straightened out the skirt and turned to go. “Wait for us here after school,” she told Sara. “Practice will be short today.”

With that she and Kelly went to lunch, leaving Sara with a dilemma: she was hungry and needed to pee. Fortunately she had some granola bars and peanuts in her desk. After eating she poked her head out into the hallway and seeing no one around, she quickly scurried to the ladies’ room, which fortunately was close by. Adriana happened to be in there applying lipstick in the mirror. Sara got in and out quickly, but Ana did not fail to notice her unusual attire.

Back in the classroom Sara breathed a sigh of relief. She was distracted all afternoon but made it through. As the final bell approached she felt both excited and apprehensive, and when the class left she sat alone at her desk, trying to grade papers but not making much progress. Finally about an hour later the door opened and in came Kat, Kelly, Lexi, and Ana.

Kat closed the door behind them. She knew that it didn’t lock, and also was aware that something had to be done about the medium-sized window in the door, which faced the hallway and would make it all too easy for someone to look in. She had a plan, though: They would take turns standing next to the door, covering the window and providing a physical barrier that would keep anyone from walking in on them, or at least slow down any interloper long enough to buy some time.

Kat and Kelly had already discussed this, and Kelly had agreed to stand guard first. She leaned against the door facing into the room as Kat, Ana, and Lexi approached Sara Valentine.

The teacher’s heart was thudding loudly in her chest. She had a feeling that what was about to happen here would be very risky. Opposite the door the classroom had three big windows that looked out on an open field. The blinds were closed, and the field was in a remote corner of the school that was rarely visited; still, Sara felt exposed and vulnerable. Although she would have had a hard time admitting it, Kelly felt nervous too. She wondered if Kat was starting to take things too far again, exposing them all to unnecessary risks. But at the same time her pussy was throbbing and she wouldn’t have missed this for anything.

Standing next to the desk, Kat motioned for Sara to stand. When she did, Kat quickly spun her and bent her forward over the desk. Lifting the teacher’s skirt, Kat forced a hand roughly between her thighs. “Nice and wet,” noted Kat, “just as I expected.”

Spreading Sara’s legs wide, Kat continued to rub and finger her as she writhed on the surface of the desk. Kat was very much enjoying demonstrating to the other girls the depth of the teacher’s submission. She took her juice-slick hand and jammed it into Sara’s mouth; Sara obediently sucked and licked it, hardly believing that this ripe nectar could have come out of her.

Now Kat pulled off Sara’s top and bra and spun her again so she was on her back on the surface of the desk. Sara lay wide-eyed looking up at the cheerleaders, wondering what they were going to do to her. Whatever it was, she was powerless at this point to prevent it; she was in the grip of a force she couldn’t resist.

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Monday was an awkward day at school for Sara Valentine. Her first class that morning was Senior English, and remembering what had gone on between Kat, Kelly Ann, and herself the previous night, she had a hard time concentrating. For the most part she studiously avoided both girls’ eyes but every so often she’d catch a glimpse of one or the other and immediately blush, or feel a distracting tickle between her legs, or both.

Then at lunch she turned the corner into the cafeteria and there was Kat, staring right at her, biting into a peach. A look passed between them that made Sara feel weak in the knees; she stumbled and very nearly fell over. Sitting next to Kat was her fellow cheerleader Lexi, and seeing the embarrassed look on the teacher’s face, Kat leaned over and whispered something in Lexi’s ear. Sara recovered and turned toward the counter only to almost bump into Kelly, who was returning with a tray full of food. Kelly favored her with a huge smile and subtly but unmistakably ran her tongue across her upper lip.

Sara bought herself a salad and immediately retreated to her classroom, where she closed the door behind her, then sat down and picked at her food with a swirl of thoughts running through her mind. Had that really been her last night, offering herself shamelessly, eating pussy like some rampaging lesbian slut? She wondered what would happen next... she half-expected Kat and Kelly to appear here and now, strip her naked, and have their way with her right in the classroom. She was kind of disappointed as the hour wore on and nothing happened; she let her mind wander and got a mental picture of herself sprawled across the desk as Kelly licked her and Kat sat on her face. She was on the point of sliding one hand down her pants when the bell rang and students began filing in for the next class.

When school ended Sara packed her things and went home as quickly as possible. She lived close to the school so before long she was safely in her living room. She kicked off her shoes and stretched out on the couch, staring at the ceiling and trying to settle down her scattered brain. She had been doing that for 90 minutes or more when she was startled out of her reverie by a sound from the front of the house.

Sara hadn’t locked the front door behind her, so she’d only just stood up when the knob turned and it opened. In walked Kat, followed by Lexi. They’d come straight from practice and were in their cheerleader uniforms, both still a little sweaty.

Kat grinned at Sara. “Hi, teach,” she said, closing the door with a flourish. “You know Lexi, right?”

Sara nodded.

“We’d like to hang out here for awhile. Maybe you could get us something to eat? And some lemonade or something, practice was tough today.” Sara found herself reflexively obeying; she had turned toward the kitchen and taken a step when Kat stopped her, looking her up and down. “Clothes off, please.”

Sara hesitated for just a moment. This was really not a good idea... she should stop this now while she still could... but the steely look in Kat’s eyes melted her resistance. Sara stripped off her blouse and pants and laid them on the couch. Kat gestured impatiently. “Everything.”

Moments later Sara stood naked before the two cheerleaders, nervously avoiding Lexi’s gaze but somehow unable to escape it. Lexi’s eyes glittered mischievously as she took in the sight of the teacher’s lovely curves and large nipples. “OK, go ahead,” ordered Kat, and Sara flushed bright red as she again turned and made her way to the kitchen.

She poured two glasses of lemonade and got together some bread, cheese, and fruit. When she returned to the living room Kat was laying back on the couch, skirt lifted and panties off, with Lexi’s head buried between her legs. Kat gestured for Sara to put everything down on the coffee table, then pointed toward the corner. Hardly believing what she was doing, Sara walked to the indicated spot and stood watching as Lexi licked and gently bit Kat’s inner thigh. Resting one hand on Lexi’s head, Kat motioned downward with the other and Sara obediently sank to her knees.

Kat was in her glory. She was learning that when you move through the world with confidence, people will do what you want them to do. And she intended to see just how far this knowledge would carry her. She casually sipped her lemonade and snacked on the food Sara had brought as Lexi continued to snack on her pussy. A couple times Kat lifted Lexi’s head, fed her a grape or two, then pushed her back down to continue.

Sara could feel the juices trickling down her thighs and it took every ounce of her self-control to stay where she was... but somehow no other action was possible just now. Lexi penetrated Kat with an index finger and started lapping eagerly at her clit until Kat began to shake and let out a long, slow moan that took a full minute to rise, peak, and then subside.

Raising her head from between Kat’s legs, Lexi reached for her lemonade and drained it in one gulp. Then she and Kat shared a deep, open-mouthed kiss and Kat whispered in Lexi’s ear, drawing a giggle. Lexi stood and very deliberately peeled off her top, then her bra, then her skirt, then her panties, which she flung away in Sara’s general direction. Sitting down next to Kat, Lexi spread her legs wide, and Sara could do nothing but stare at her juicy, glistening slit. Lexi used both hands to spread her labia, revealing the moist pink gateway inside.

At this point Sara was literally breathless, her mouth hanging open. Just when she didn’t think she could take a second more Kat gestured for her to approach. Sara crawled over on her hands and knees until she was poised between Lexi’s legs. She took a deep breath, drinking in the ripe scent of Lexi’s arousal, her eyes glazing over; then Kat nodded and Sara dove in.

Instantly Lexi began the loud howling that she was notorious for and dug her nails into Sara’s shoulder blades. Distracted by the noise and the task at hand, Sara took no notice of Kat opening up the gym bag she had brought with her, and was taken completely by surprise when the tip of the strap-on pushed between her pussy lips.

Sara braced her hips to meet Kat’s thrust, and soon she was completely impaled. Now it was her turn to moan like a wounded animal. She tossed her head back and briefly met Kat’s eyes. Entranced by their calm liquid blueness, Sara drank in their beauty for as long as she could before Kat pushed her head back between Lexi’s legs.


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“I just sent her this,” said Kelly, holding up her phone for Ms. Valentine to see. The lighting was not good but it was clearly a picture of the teacher naked and bound, her mouth agape and her legs slightly parted. “Though I like this one too.” She brushed her finger across the phone and the picture changed to one taken from Kelly’s point of view. The top of Ms. Valentine’s head was visible but the rest was buried in red pubic hair.

Sara Valentine groaned. Not only had she been fooled and used, but there was now visual evidence of her having sex with a student. Though of course no one would be able to recognize Kelly from the photo... unless they knew her very, very well.

Even so, she couldn’t say she honestly wished it hadn’t happened. Admiring Kelly Ann’s naked body as the young cheerleader left the room to go downstairs for a drink of water, Sara had to admit that more than anything, she just wanted more. As she thought of the scandalous photos popping up on Kat’s phone, her pussy began to throb intolerably.

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When Kat finally arrived about 15 minutes later, rested and refreshed from a long nap, Kelly was nestled between Sara Valentine’s legs. Kelly had been keeping the teacher in a state of heightened arousal, licking and fingering her occasionally, but never letting her approach release. Kat drank in the sight with great happiness. She felt on top of the world, powerful and self-assured and deserving of all the pleasure this was going to bring her.

“Well, well,” said Kat. “This is nice, but not quite right somehow.” She licked her lips. “Kelly, you need to get off your knees.” As Kelly rose, Kat fixed Sara Valentine with a stare. “And it’s time for you to get on yours.”

Working together, Kat and Kelly released the teacher from the bed and retied her hands behind her back. Once Ms. Valentine was kneeling on the floor, Kat sat down on the bed. From a pocket she produced a pair of nipple clamps that she fastened onto Sara Valentine’s tender buds. Opening her blouse, Kat used the chain between the clamps to pull Ms. Valentine to her chest, and the older woman obediently began to lick and suckle her nipples. Kelly participated by reaching out with one foot, running it up Sara’s thighs and toying with her moist slit.

Shifting her weight, Kat wriggled out of her jeans. She was naked underneath and spread her legs for Sara Valentine, who just stared into Kat’s blonde pussy for a few long seconds, panting like a dog. Then Kat took hold of the chain again and drew Sara to her.

At this Sara lost all inhibition and dove headfirst into Kat’s crotch. Kelly continued to tease Ms. Valentine with her foot, tickling her thighs up and down, a couple times intentionally pushing her to one side and watching her struggle to maintain her balance. Then she penetrated the older woman with her big toe, feeling the soft, pliant lips enfold her.

Still holding Sara’s head with one hand, Kat used the other to point Kelly to the bag she had brought with her. Inside was a riding crop that Kelly swished playfully around in the air a few times, sharing a conspiratorial smile with her friend. When she brought it down on Ms. Valentine’s ass the teacher’s whole body went stiff. Kat’s grip was firm, though, and she clamped her thighs onto Sara’s head for good measure. Kelly continued to punish Sara’s beautiful rear, mixing it up with smacks on the thighs and bottoms of the feet, until the teacher was finally able to bring Kat to orgasm. And it was not easy – Kat’s tolerance was quite high after the weekend she’d had.

When she was satisfied, Kat released Sara, who fell back onto the floor looking dazed. Kat walked over to Kelly Ann and the two shared a long, open-mouthed kiss. Looking down at the English teacher, sitting with her hands still bound and a far-away but happy expression, Kat felt triumphant. She also felt a rumbling in her stomach... it had been quite a while since she’d eaten anything.

Kat untied Sara and a few minutes later Kat and Kelly were sitting at the kitchen table in bathrobes as the teacher, still naked, made them sandwiches. Afterward they ate slowly, deliberately, saying little.

When they were done Kat grabbed Ms. Valentine and pushed her to her knees. Kat’s robe had fallen open and reflexively Sara started to lower her head into Kat’s crotch – but Kat reached out to stop her. 

“If you want more, you’re going to have to work for it,” said Kat. And with that she and Kelly dressed and went home.

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Kat had just arrived back home when her phone rang. She didn’t recognize the number, and initially her instinct was just to ignore it. At the moment she wanted a nap more than anything. But at the last possible moment she impulsively changed her mind and picked up.

The voice on the other side was quiet and hesitant at first. “Hi, is this Katrina... I mean, Kat?”

“Yeah, this is me. Who’s calling?”

“Um, it’s, um, me. Ms. Valentine.” There was a momentary pause on the line. “Maybe you should call me Sara.”

A big, wicked grin spread across Kat’s face and the tone of her voice instantly changed from vague annoyance to friendly greeting. “Well hi!” said Kat. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I really need to talk to you,” said the English teacher.

Kat looked around quickly to be sure that no one was home, then grabbed a sparkling water from the fridge and sat down at the kitchen table.

“What about?” asked Kat in as neutral a tone as she could manage.

“Well... about what we were talking about the other day. I can’t stop thinking about it. In fact I can’t think about anything else.”

With that Sara Valentine breathed a big sigh of relief. Getting it off her chest felt better... although she knew that she was headed down a dangerous path. She didn’t know what had come over her. All weekend the things that Kat had written and said had been running through her head; some kind of gateway had opened in her mind and she couldn’t close it. 

Friday night Sara’s boyfriend had tried to initiate sex and she’d turned him down, saying that she wasn’t feeling well. Saturday night he tried again and this time she did her best to accommodate him, but her heart just wasn’t in it; she just kept picturing Kat, her soft lips, her purplish blonde hair, her beautiful breasts. It made her wet but when her boyfriend tried to fuck her she felt a sudden wave of revulsion; she ended up giving him a blowjob and asking him to go home, saying she really wasn’t feeling good, she thought she might be coming down with something. When he was gone she got out Kat’s (and really also Kelly’s) story and slowly masturbated herself to a mind-blowing orgasm.

But that only made matters worse, and all day Sunday Sara felt in a frenzy. Nothing was going to be able to scratch this itch; she felt like she was going out of her mind. After resisting most of the afternoon she finally went into the school and accessed a database that gave her Kat’s cell number. Now she was sitting at her desk in the classroom, scarcely able to believe what she was doing.

Kat took a big swig of water, her mind suddenly racing, figuring out how she was going to play this. She had Ms. Valentine right where she wanted her, but her pussy was worn out from all she’d indulged in that weekend. That gave her the luxury of patience.

“Sure,” said Kat. “Tell me all about it.”

“Well, I’d really...” Sara paused a moment to gather her courage. “I’d really prefer to talk to you in person.”

Kat felt a surge of victory and an electric pulse in her nether regions, but kept the tone of her voice cold and commanding. “OK,” she said, “here’s what I’d like you to do.”

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At 8:00 that evening Sara Valentine found herself laying on her bed naked, a sleeping mask over her eyes as a blindfold, her heart pounding wildly. This was all so surreal... she was a dedicated teacher and a respected member of the community; what on Earth was she doing? She tried to rally herself to get up and call this thing off, but she couldn’t do it. She was completely lost and helpless.

She heard the front door open downstairs and her heart accelerated even more, feeling like it was trying to jump out of her chest. She heard noises from the first floor, then footsteps coming up the stairs. Then she felt a presence... someone was in the room. Sara held her breath. The presence came closer... then soft lips were touching hers, parting them, a tongue darting inside.

Then she felt hands on hers, lifting them... moments later both wrists were tied to the bedposts above her head. The mouth kissed her again, more forcefully this time, then moved down to her neck. Sara surrendered. For better or worse, this was her destiny.

That delicious mouth, so soft and warm, explored her breasts and nipples, causing a desperate churning between Sara’s legs. The mouth moved down her, traced across her belly, brushed through her pubic hair, planted a gentle kiss on her vulva... and then stopped. Sara groaned in frustration, and after that nothing happened for several minutes. Finally she spoke up.

“Um, Kat? Are you there? Is everything OK?”

Her answer was a breast being pushed into her mouth. The sensation was unfamiliar but agreeable. Sara opened her mouth wide and sucked in as much as she could, feeling an erect nipple tickle the back of her throat. The breast was pulled out and replaced with another.

Then there was movement above her and she felt knees pressed against her side. The smell that followed was familiar but novel... she had tasted her own pussy plenty of times, but never in so concentrated a fashion. She felt hair brush against her nose and took a deep breath, enveloped completely now by the scent of aroused female. Then a soft wetness pressed against her lips. Without thinking, Sara extended her tongue and took an experimental taste. It was strange, savory, a little frightening, and thoroughly exhilarating.

The body above her settled its weight onto her, and Sara heard a soft moan as her tongue stabbed deep inside the moist opening. She didn’t have much expertise at this, but from the sounds she heard and the movements she felt, she was able to judge what was working. She licked all around and then found the clit; it kept getting away from her because it was so slippery, but eventually she was able to accomplish her goal. She felt the knees tighten around her as an orgasm vibrated through the soft flesh and a loud, happy yell echoed through the room.

Then it was quiet again and Sara felt the body climb off her. Again nothing happened for a few minutes, and again it was Sara who finally broke the silence. “Kat?”

Hands pulled off the blindfold, and in the dim light it was hard to see the face in front of her, but the red hair was unmistakable.

“Actually, Ms. Valentine, it’s me, Kelly. But Kat will be here soon.”