When Serena and Annalise arrived at Lexi’s house she was hard at work in the kitchen, wearing a cheesy apron that said “Kiss the Cook.” She pointed them to a bottle of wine sitting open on the counter and told them to help themselves, she would be done in a few minutes. So Annalise poured them both glasses and they went to sit in the living room, as Lexi’s kitchen was too small to hang around in.
The grandfather clock in the living room had just struck 8 when Lexi appeared, apronless, looking incredibly cute in a miniskirt and tight sweater that showed off her boobs. They sat and caught up for a few minutes, then Lexi ushered Serena and Annalise into the dining room and began to serve the meal. They had salad, steak, potatoes, and roasted vegetables — simple food, but very well done. The two older women both heaped praise on the quality of Lexi’s cooking, and she beamed, feeling proud.
When they were finished Lexi asked Annalise and Serena to wait in the living room while she cleared the table and got dessert ready. They both offered to help but Lexi waved them off. “No, I got this,” she insisted.
So they went out to the living room and sat down to digest and share the last of the wine. 10 or so minutes later they heard Lexi’s voice calling from the dining room: “Ready!”
Returning to the dining room, both Serena and Annalise did a double-take at the spectacle that awaited them. Lexi was stretched out naked on the table, her breasts covered with chocolate, her pelvis and thighs with whipped cream and strawberries; a long, thick banana protruded from her pussy.
Serena and Annalise looked at each other and shook their heads. Well, what could they do? They took up positions on either side of the table and leaned down to help themselves.
* * *
Meanwhile, over at Jessica’s, filming was just about to get underway. Jane was dressed in a nun’s habit, Marie and Celeste in slutty schoolgirl outfits (short plaid skirts, white blouses and socks). Jessica was working the camera and, as always, directing the action.
The scenario Jessica had come up with dictated that Jane, the oldest of the three, be the authority figure. Unknown to Jessica, Jane had actually done quite a bit of acting in her time, including high school and college plays and even some community theater. She felt very comfortable playing a role, maybe more comfortable than she did in everyday life.
They discussed in general terms what would happen in the scene, and Marie then explained to Celeste in French. When everyone felt ready, Jessica yelled “Action!” and started the camera.
To begin with, Jane was seated behind a desk, holding a wooden ruler that she gently tapped against her other hand. Marie and Celeste entered and stood before the desk.
“You wanted to see us, Sister?” said Marie nervously.
“Yes,” answered Jane. “Yes I did. What’s this I hear about you two smoking in the girls’ room?”
Marie frowned. “It was just the one time, Sister, I swear, we’ll never...”
Jane cut her off. “Maybe so, but punishment in these cases is not optional. Hands on the desk, girls.”
Marie and Celeste obeyed and Jane rose, walking around the desk to stand behind them. She lifted both of their skirts to reveal skimpy white cotton panties. Raising the ruler, Jane smacked first Marie’s ass, then Celeste’s. They each whimpered quietly. Jane’s next blow on both rears was harder, her third harder still.
Sitting down the ruler for a second, Jane reached over and pulled both girls’ panties down around their thighs. Then she resumed spanking their naked butts, making each squeal in turn as the ruler landed on their tender flesh. The contrast between Marie’s pale white ass and Celeste’s mahogany brown one made for a lovely composition, Jessica thought.
There was a devilish gleam in Jane’s eyes as she punished the two younger women. Over a period of minutes, it turned to an expression of pure lust. Sitting the ruler down, she pushed one hand between Marie’s thighs and one between Celeste’s. Both girls leaned forward onto the desk and moaned as Jane fingered them.
Jessica picked up the camera and moved around to the other side of the desk so she could film Marie and Celeste’s faces contorting in pleasure as they were manually penetrated by the “nun” behind them. Jessica smiled; they were all three naturals on camera, and the video was coming out better than she could have imagined.
Jane pulled her fingers out of the two girls and stood for a minute eagerly licking one hand clean, then the other, ostentatiously savoring the flavor of their juices. Then she lifted the habit up over her head and off. She was naked underneath, her nipples jutting out sharply. She moved over between the girls and the desk and pulled Marie’s head to one breast, Celeste’s to the other. Jessica moved back around to the other side of the desk to capture them licking and sucking Jane’s tits.
Now Jane sank back onto the desk and spread her legs wide. The sight of her pussy, bright pink and glistening wet, made Jessica’s mouth water. For a moment she wanted to drop the camera and join the action. But she made herself concentrate on the task at hand; she’d get hers later, there was no doubt about that.
Jane put one hand on Marie’s head and the other on Celeste’s, drawing them in towards her crotch. But they lingered for awhile on her inner thighs, tongues gliding up and down the soft skin. It took Jessica a few seconds to find the right angle to capture all that was happening, but when she did she was very pleased with what she saw.
As Marie and Celeste drew closer together they turned toward each other and kissed. Jessica got a great shot of the two of them, lips touching and teasing, tongues playing and probing. Then they turned back towards Jane and, as one, attacked her cunt. There was no acting in the way they feasted on her, or in Jane’s moans and whimpers. Jane fell back onto the desk as the onslaught continued.
After a couple minutes Marie pulled away. Celeste continued to lick Jane’s pussy as Marie stood and pulled off her blouse and skirt. She bent over to feed one breast into Jane’s mouth, then the other. Then she hoisted herself up onto the desk and straddled Jane’s face. Jessica zoomed in a little as Jane extended her tongue and pushed it between Marie’s pussy lips.
After Jane and Marie both had loud, powerful orgasms, Jessica yelled “Cut!” But she wasn’t quite done with them yet. For the next scene she had Marie and Celeste 69 on the desk as Jane, wearing a strap-on, moved around fucking a mouth here, a pussy there. Things built nicely toward a natural crescendo and when it was done, Jessica put the camera down and stood pondering her next move.
.
Showing posts with label Serena. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Serena. Show all posts
Tuesday, May 31, 2016
Friday, May 13, 2016
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 135
Claire had arranged to meet Olivia and Tara for coffee that afternoon during her break from the store. As she approached the coffee shop she saw the two of them talking and laughing and had a strange flash of jealousy. She knew she had no claim on either of these women, but somehow she felt excluded.
By the time she’d gotten her chai and sat down, Claire felt better. Tara was looking spectacularly beautiful, and Olivia was not too hard on the eyes either. This reminded her of why she was there.
“So what did Mimi say?” asked Claire.
“She said she didn’t know what I was talking about,” said Tara, shaking her head. “She’s not a very good liar. I tried to show her the website but she said she had a meeting to get to.”
“So what can we do?” inquired Olivia.
Tara sipped her coffee. “I have an idea. Mimi’s having a New Year’s Eve Eve party tonight. You guys should come.”
“Why on Earth would we want to do that?” said Claire.
“Well, everyone will be distracted. I could get us into the computer room.”
Claire immediately knew what Tara was thinking. Tara wasn’t very good with computers, but she was. She even knew most of Mimi’s passwords. “And I could delete the files.”
Tara nodded. They spent the next half-hour planning; Olivia insisted that she was coming along, though the others tried to talk her out of it. “No way I’m letting you guys take all the risk,” said Olivia. “I’m in.”
* * *
Kat and Samantha returned home late that afternoon, having left the men in their family to a weekend of football-watching. The minute they hit the outskirts of town, Kat was texting Kelly; she was eager to see her friend, and she had an itch that needed scratching.
Stopping at home only long enough to drop off her suitcase and kiss her mother goodbye, Kat made her way on foot to Kelly’s house, pussy tingling as she thought of how she was going to tear Kelly’s clothes off. About halfway there she looked up and saw a familiar face behind the wheel of a car going by: Betty Ann Collins, on her way to see Samantha.
Kat smiled. Apparently both the mothers and the daughters would be enjoying some intimate moments that afternoon.
* * *
Lexi, in a restless mood, decided to go down to the yoga studio for the 5 PM class. Serena was teaching, and Annalise was there too. In fact the studio was full of beautiful women and Lexi, who’d been feeling horny already, found herself very distracted. She kept forgetting what pose she was doing as she looked at the gorgeous bodies all around her, always returning to the lithe, statuesque form of Serena — who she at least had an excuse to be staring at.
Annalise, too, looked fantastic; all the yoga she’d been doing lately had tightened and toned her. After class, Lexi went to talk to Serena and Annalise, practically begging them to come over for dinner that night. After consulting, they agreed, and Lexi walked away happy, her mind a whirl of plans and plots.
* * *
At Jessica’s house, things were happening. She’d woken up that day feeling inspired, energized, and full of ideas.
Over breakfast she announced that the next day they would be throwing a massive, blowout New Year’s Eve party. Afterward she sent Marie and Jane to the grocery store for supplies and started texting and emailing invitations. In the afternoon she herself made a trip to the liquor store, stocking up on everything that people could possibly want to drink, from Champagne, beer, and wine to whiskey, vodka, and tequila. She also splurged on a significant amount of caviar.
That evening, Jessica decided, they would make a little home movie.
.
By the time she’d gotten her chai and sat down, Claire felt better. Tara was looking spectacularly beautiful, and Olivia was not too hard on the eyes either. This reminded her of why she was there.
“So what did Mimi say?” asked Claire.
“She said she didn’t know what I was talking about,” said Tara, shaking her head. “She’s not a very good liar. I tried to show her the website but she said she had a meeting to get to.”
“So what can we do?” inquired Olivia.
Tara sipped her coffee. “I have an idea. Mimi’s having a New Year’s Eve Eve party tonight. You guys should come.”
“Why on Earth would we want to do that?” said Claire.
“Well, everyone will be distracted. I could get us into the computer room.”
Claire immediately knew what Tara was thinking. Tara wasn’t very good with computers, but she was. She even knew most of Mimi’s passwords. “And I could delete the files.”
Tara nodded. They spent the next half-hour planning; Olivia insisted that she was coming along, though the others tried to talk her out of it. “No way I’m letting you guys take all the risk,” said Olivia. “I’m in.”
* * *
Kat and Samantha returned home late that afternoon, having left the men in their family to a weekend of football-watching. The minute they hit the outskirts of town, Kat was texting Kelly; she was eager to see her friend, and she had an itch that needed scratching.
Stopping at home only long enough to drop off her suitcase and kiss her mother goodbye, Kat made her way on foot to Kelly’s house, pussy tingling as she thought of how she was going to tear Kelly’s clothes off. About halfway there she looked up and saw a familiar face behind the wheel of a car going by: Betty Ann Collins, on her way to see Samantha.
Kat smiled. Apparently both the mothers and the daughters would be enjoying some intimate moments that afternoon.
* * *
Lexi, in a restless mood, decided to go down to the yoga studio for the 5 PM class. Serena was teaching, and Annalise was there too. In fact the studio was full of beautiful women and Lexi, who’d been feeling horny already, found herself very distracted. She kept forgetting what pose she was doing as she looked at the gorgeous bodies all around her, always returning to the lithe, statuesque form of Serena — who she at least had an excuse to be staring at.
Annalise, too, looked fantastic; all the yoga she’d been doing lately had tightened and toned her. After class, Lexi went to talk to Serena and Annalise, practically begging them to come over for dinner that night. After consulting, they agreed, and Lexi walked away happy, her mind a whirl of plans and plots.
* * *
At Jessica’s house, things were happening. She’d woken up that day feeling inspired, energized, and full of ideas.
Over breakfast she announced that the next day they would be throwing a massive, blowout New Year’s Eve party. Afterward she sent Marie and Jane to the grocery store for supplies and started texting and emailing invitations. In the afternoon she herself made a trip to the liquor store, stocking up on everything that people could possibly want to drink, from Champagne, beer, and wine to whiskey, vodka, and tequila. She also splurged on a significant amount of caviar.
That evening, Jessica decided, they would make a little home movie.
.
Saturday, May 30, 2015
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 110
Serena couldn’t sleep. She’d dropped Annalise off after the game,
determined to spend a quiet night at home and get to bed early. Annalise had
looked disappointed, but they’d spent the last two nights together,
and Serena didn't want to get into some heavy thing; she was enjoying
playing around with all the girls in town.
But she found she couldn’t get Annalise off her mind. It was hard to explain. Annalise was attractive, but not the most beautiful woman around, and she was a decade older than Serena. But she had some essential quality that Serena found compelling.
After tossing and turning for two hours, she finally gave up and picked up her phone. Annalise picked up almost immediately.
“Hi,” said Serena.
“Hi.”
“I wake you up?”
“No," answered Annalise. “Can’t sleep.”
“Me neither. What you doing?”
“Well...” said Annalise. “As a matter of fact, I was just laying here having a little fantasy....”
* * *
About a half-hour later, Serena pulled up in front of Annalise’s house. It was quiet and peaceful in the neighborhood. She went around to the back, as instructed. The house was totally dark, so she put her phone on flashlight mode and went in through the unlocked back door.
She crept quietly up the steps, not that it was necessary, but she was in character. She was wearing black yoga pants and a tight black turtleneck, and she looked amazing, thank you very much.
Annalise was curled up in bed, eyes clenched shut, a little bit of ambient light illuminating her tranquil face. Serena knew she was not really asleep, but she was doing a very good job of pretending.
For a minute, Serena stood just looking down at Annalise, watching her chest rise and fall. Then she found a robe sash and a belt and in turn lifted each of Annalise’s limp arms – she was still “asleep” – and tied them to the head of the bed.
Next Serena lit a couple of candles to provide some light in the room; Annalise blinked a couple of times and then opened her eyes wide, mock-terrified. “What are you doing?” she said in her best damsel-in-distress voice.
“I think that’s pretty obvious,” answered Serena. “Where’s your jewelry, lady?”
Annalise nodded toward the dresser. “Top drawer.”
Serena went to the dresser, opened the drawer, and after a second turned around holding a strap-on, smirking. “What’s this?”
“That’s a new kind of necklace,” Annalise wisecracked.
“Funny,” said Serena, and reached over to pull off the sheet covering Annalise’s naked body.
“What are you going to do to me?” asked Annalise.
“I have a few ideas.” Moving slowly and deliberately, prolonging the moment, Serena put the strap-on in place over her clothes. Then she climbed onto the bed and wriggled up until she was straddling Annalise, the tip of the dildo pressed against Annalise’s lips. “Open wide.”
Annalise obediently parted her lips and Serena pushed the plastic cock into her mouth. The look on Annalise’s face made Serena smile – it was a perfect imitation of a good girl forced to do something bad and loving every minute of it. Moving her hips, Serena pushed the shaft of the strap-on as far as she could until Annalise started to gag, then backed off a little, causing a gush of saliva to pour from Annalise’s mouth.
“You’re a sloppy little slut, aren’t you?” said Serena. Annalise nodded and said something incomprehensible. Serena pulled out so she could speak. “What did you say?”
“I said I’m sloppy down below, too.”
Serena reached one hand behind her to feel Annalise’s pussy. It was sopping wet. “I see what you mean.” She moved to between Annalise’s legs and positioned herself so the tip of the strap-on was just touching Annalise’s pussy lips. “Is this what you want?” Annalise nodded. “What are the magic words?”
“Please?”
“Keep going.”
“Please fuck me.”
“That’s a good girl,” said Serena, and inch by inch sank the dildo into Annalise until she was completely full. Annalise let out a long, keening moan that was stopped only by Serena pulling off her top and pushing one breast into Annalise’s mouth.
As a yoga teacher, Serena was both sensitive and strong, and she gave Annalise the fucking of a lifetime. After five or six orgasms Annalise finally said “Stop.”
So Serena stopped. “Really?” she said.
Annalise shook her head. “No.”
But at last Serena sensed that it was enough. As she pulled out, Annalise let out a long sigh and smiled a crooked grin. “Go ahead, take the jewels, take everything,” she said, giggling.
Instead Serena stood and removed the strap-on, then pulled off her yoga pants. Her naked body looked absolutely magnificent there in the flickering candlelight; Annalise thought it was possibly the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen in her life.
Moving with catlike grace and fluidity, Serena again straddled the bound woman on the bed, keeping her crotch just out of Annalise’s reach. “You’ve got a real pretty mouth,” Serena said. “Want to show me what you can do with it?”
Annalise nodded. Serena knee-walked forward until her pussy was directly over Annalise’s mouth, and Annalise wasted to time getting to work. She licked all around, slurping up the delicious nectar, then shoved her tongue inside as deep as it would go.
Serena reached out to hold onto the headboard and ground herself against Annalise’s face, her boobs bouncing in a nice gentle rhythm. She couldn’t believe how wet she was – poor Annalise’s face was getting soaked, but what did she care? She was a criminal, after all.
The first time Annalise touched her clit she came, hard. The whole bedframe shook in sympathy with her tremors. Annalise slowed down after that, licking all around Serena’s thighs and hipbones, then gradually focusing back in on her pussy, finally returning to her clit. Serena climaxed again, this time pounding her fist against the wall, channeling Uma Thurman in Pulp Fiction: “I said goddamn.”
Leaning back and bracing her hands behind her, in one elegant motion Serena pivoted and flipped to get into 69 position. And there they stayed, pleasuring each other, until they were both completely exhausted. Then, finally, Serena untied Annalise and they curled up together under the covers. Within minuted they were both asleep, the room as silent and serene as could be.
But she found she couldn’t get Annalise off her mind. It was hard to explain. Annalise was attractive, but not the most beautiful woman around, and she was a decade older than Serena. But she had some essential quality that Serena found compelling.
After tossing and turning for two hours, she finally gave up and picked up her phone. Annalise picked up almost immediately.
“Hi,” said Serena.
“Hi.”
“I wake you up?”
“No," answered Annalise. “Can’t sleep.”
“Me neither. What you doing?”
“Well...” said Annalise. “As a matter of fact, I was just laying here having a little fantasy....”
* * *
About a half-hour later, Serena pulled up in front of Annalise’s house. It was quiet and peaceful in the neighborhood. She went around to the back, as instructed. The house was totally dark, so she put her phone on flashlight mode and went in through the unlocked back door.
She crept quietly up the steps, not that it was necessary, but she was in character. She was wearing black yoga pants and a tight black turtleneck, and she looked amazing, thank you very much.
Annalise was curled up in bed, eyes clenched shut, a little bit of ambient light illuminating her tranquil face. Serena knew she was not really asleep, but she was doing a very good job of pretending.
For a minute, Serena stood just looking down at Annalise, watching her chest rise and fall. Then she found a robe sash and a belt and in turn lifted each of Annalise’s limp arms – she was still “asleep” – and tied them to the head of the bed.
Next Serena lit a couple of candles to provide some light in the room; Annalise blinked a couple of times and then opened her eyes wide, mock-terrified. “What are you doing?” she said in her best damsel-in-distress voice.
“I think that’s pretty obvious,” answered Serena. “Where’s your jewelry, lady?”
Annalise nodded toward the dresser. “Top drawer.”
Serena went to the dresser, opened the drawer, and after a second turned around holding a strap-on, smirking. “What’s this?”
“That’s a new kind of necklace,” Annalise wisecracked.
“Funny,” said Serena, and reached over to pull off the sheet covering Annalise’s naked body.
“What are you going to do to me?” asked Annalise.
“I have a few ideas.” Moving slowly and deliberately, prolonging the moment, Serena put the strap-on in place over her clothes. Then she climbed onto the bed and wriggled up until she was straddling Annalise, the tip of the dildo pressed against Annalise’s lips. “Open wide.”
Annalise obediently parted her lips and Serena pushed the plastic cock into her mouth. The look on Annalise’s face made Serena smile – it was a perfect imitation of a good girl forced to do something bad and loving every minute of it. Moving her hips, Serena pushed the shaft of the strap-on as far as she could until Annalise started to gag, then backed off a little, causing a gush of saliva to pour from Annalise’s mouth.
“You’re a sloppy little slut, aren’t you?” said Serena. Annalise nodded and said something incomprehensible. Serena pulled out so she could speak. “What did you say?”
“I said I’m sloppy down below, too.”
Serena reached one hand behind her to feel Annalise’s pussy. It was sopping wet. “I see what you mean.” She moved to between Annalise’s legs and positioned herself so the tip of the strap-on was just touching Annalise’s pussy lips. “Is this what you want?” Annalise nodded. “What are the magic words?”
“Please?”
“Keep going.”
“Please fuck me.”
“That’s a good girl,” said Serena, and inch by inch sank the dildo into Annalise until she was completely full. Annalise let out a long, keening moan that was stopped only by Serena pulling off her top and pushing one breast into Annalise’s mouth.
As a yoga teacher, Serena was both sensitive and strong, and she gave Annalise the fucking of a lifetime. After five or six orgasms Annalise finally said “Stop.”
So Serena stopped. “Really?” she said.
Annalise shook her head. “No.”
But at last Serena sensed that it was enough. As she pulled out, Annalise let out a long sigh and smiled a crooked grin. “Go ahead, take the jewels, take everything,” she said, giggling.
Instead Serena stood and removed the strap-on, then pulled off her yoga pants. Her naked body looked absolutely magnificent there in the flickering candlelight; Annalise thought it was possibly the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen in her life.
Moving with catlike grace and fluidity, Serena again straddled the bound woman on the bed, keeping her crotch just out of Annalise’s reach. “You’ve got a real pretty mouth,” Serena said. “Want to show me what you can do with it?”
Annalise nodded. Serena knee-walked forward until her pussy was directly over Annalise’s mouth, and Annalise wasted to time getting to work. She licked all around, slurping up the delicious nectar, then shoved her tongue inside as deep as it would go.
Serena reached out to hold onto the headboard and ground herself against Annalise’s face, her boobs bouncing in a nice gentle rhythm. She couldn’t believe how wet she was – poor Annalise’s face was getting soaked, but what did she care? She was a criminal, after all.
The first time Annalise touched her clit she came, hard. The whole bedframe shook in sympathy with her tremors. Annalise slowed down after that, licking all around Serena’s thighs and hipbones, then gradually focusing back in on her pussy, finally returning to her clit. Serena climaxed again, this time pounding her fist against the wall, channeling Uma Thurman in Pulp Fiction: “I said goddamn.”
Leaning back and bracing her hands behind her, in one elegant motion Serena pivoted and flipped to get into 69 position. And there they stayed, pleasuring each other, until they were both completely exhausted. Then, finally, Serena untied Annalise and they curled up together under the covers. Within minuted they were both asleep, the room as silent and serene as could be.
Saturday, September 6, 2014
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 98
Annalise sat back on her haunches, taking in the scene before her. Lexi was bent over the bed with her head down, eyes open but vacant; she looked very cute dressed in nothing but her long green socks, panties hanging around one ankle. Serena was sprawled out on the bed, apparently unconscious, legs splayed casually apart. Annalise looked down at the vibrator, thinking that it might just be the two of them now. She touched it to her nipple, feeling a pleasant tingle, and noticing that it smelled distinctly of Lexi’s pussy.
But then Serena woke up, and she woke up hungry. She wanted to taste Lexi in the worst way. Standing up, she picked up the younger girl without visible effort and deposited her on the bed face-up. Lexi gazed up wide-eyed as Serena reached down to spread the younger girl’s legs. Her pussy was a perfect pink, glistening wet and delicious-looking.
Serena dropped to her knees and extended her tongue, at first just tracing the surface of Lexi’s labia. Then she licked her lips and went back for more, this time pushing the tip of her tongue inside. Lexi sighed and squirmed, arching her back and pinching her own nipples with both hands.
Annalise, feeling a little left out, climbed up onto the bed and stood for a minute looking down at the two blondes going at it. There definitely was a chemistry between them, and Annalise sort of regretted having brought them together. But it was done now, and all she could do was make the best of it. Moving to stand directly over Lexi’s head, Annalise let herself sink down until her pussy was right in the cheerleader’s face.
She was still holding the vibrator, so she figured she might as well use it. She touched it to her clit just as Lexi’s tongue wriggled up inside her; it was an exquisitely delicious feeling. Combined with the sight of Serena ardently licking Lexi’s pussy, it was possibly the most pleasure she’d ever felt at one time.
Annalise continued to stimulate her clit with the vibe as Lexi licked her, and she was amazed at how much she was gushing. She couldn’t remember so much liquid ever coming out of her. She was afraid she was making rather a mess of poor Lexi’s face, but you weren’t going to hear Lexi complaining. For one thing, Annalise’s crotch was covering her face; for another, Serena was in the middle of giving her multiple grade-A orgasms.
When she had come as much as she could stand, Annalise leaned forward and used the vibrator to help Serena bring Lexi to one last massive climax. A few minutes later, when Annalise finally climbed off her, Lexi saw the clock and realized that it was quite late. She needed to get some sleep if she was going to have her wits about her for the math test. Dressing quickly, she said her goodbyes and made her way downstairs.
As she traversed the dark porches back to her own house, Lexi was struck by a strange feeling; was this a pang of jealousy? And who was she jealous of, exactly? She was too tired to figure it out right now. She opened her front door and heard her father still snoring away contentedly. It was bedtime, for sure. The tingling between her legs was giving way to an intense drowsiness. She barely made it to bed before falling unconscious.
* * *
It was almost noon when Jessica woke up, feeling mildly hung over and more than a little disoriented. She wasn’t quite sure where she was or who the beautiful woman sleeping next to her was.
After a few seconds it all came back to her. She was in her suite, and the woman next to her was Erica, the prostitute she had hired. Jessica had found Erica surprising in a number of ways. When the sex was over, they had all put on robes, and Erica had seemed in no hurry to depart. “You’re welcome to stay, of course,” Jessica told her. “I just figured you’d have another appointment, or something.”
Erica smiled. “No, I don’t have another client tonight. And I like it here. I figured I might spend the night, if that’s OK.”
“Well sure,” said Jessica happily, and called down to room service for a bottle of brandy. Afterward they spent a couple of hours lounging around, drinking and talking.
As they talked Jessica realized that, without being conscious of it, she’d assumed that Erica came from an underprivileged background, that tragic circumstances had led her to a life of vice. But in fact Erica’s family was middle-class and she had gone to (though not graduated from) college.
“My junior year a girl I knew told me she’d been turning tricks on the side for extra money. I had just lost my job at the college bookstore and needed some cash, so she introduced me to some people. By my senior year I was making more money than I ever could have made by finishing my degree, so I dropped out.”
She had a few hair-raising stories to tell, but for the most part she had adroitly avoided the major pitfalls of her profession. She had never gotten into drugs and never had a pimp. “Well, there was a guy who probably thought of himself as my pimp,” she said, “but I thought of him more as my agent. He wasn’t really a tough guy, he just looked the part. But for the last few years I’ve been completely a free agent. The Internet makes that much easier.
“And a couple years ago I was finally able to switch over to taking only women as clients, which is great. Men are so much more difficult. Sometimes they can’t perform, and you have to handle them just right, or they get angry. I’ve gotten smacked around a few times – nothing serious, but enough that I don’t want to go through it anymore. Women are just easy. And, you know, they’re cleaner, they smell better, they’re so nice and soft….”
Erica beamed, and in that moment she looked so sweet and wholesome and adorable that Jessica was struck with a perverse impulse: to bend Erica over, tie her hands behind her back, and spank her while telling her what a dirty whore she was.
And had it been earlier in the day, she would have done it. But it was pushing 4:00, the bottle of brandy was empty, and Jessica was tired. They’d had quite a day. Jessica chose Erica to share her bed, and if Jane and Marie found this annoying, they knew better than to say anything. In a matter of minutes all four of them were fast asleep.
But then Serena woke up, and she woke up hungry. She wanted to taste Lexi in the worst way. Standing up, she picked up the younger girl without visible effort and deposited her on the bed face-up. Lexi gazed up wide-eyed as Serena reached down to spread the younger girl’s legs. Her pussy was a perfect pink, glistening wet and delicious-looking.
Serena dropped to her knees and extended her tongue, at first just tracing the surface of Lexi’s labia. Then she licked her lips and went back for more, this time pushing the tip of her tongue inside. Lexi sighed and squirmed, arching her back and pinching her own nipples with both hands.
Annalise, feeling a little left out, climbed up onto the bed and stood for a minute looking down at the two blondes going at it. There definitely was a chemistry between them, and Annalise sort of regretted having brought them together. But it was done now, and all she could do was make the best of it. Moving to stand directly over Lexi’s head, Annalise let herself sink down until her pussy was right in the cheerleader’s face.
She was still holding the vibrator, so she figured she might as well use it. She touched it to her clit just as Lexi’s tongue wriggled up inside her; it was an exquisitely delicious feeling. Combined with the sight of Serena ardently licking Lexi’s pussy, it was possibly the most pleasure she’d ever felt at one time.
Annalise continued to stimulate her clit with the vibe as Lexi licked her, and she was amazed at how much she was gushing. She couldn’t remember so much liquid ever coming out of her. She was afraid she was making rather a mess of poor Lexi’s face, but you weren’t going to hear Lexi complaining. For one thing, Annalise’s crotch was covering her face; for another, Serena was in the middle of giving her multiple grade-A orgasms.
When she had come as much as she could stand, Annalise leaned forward and used the vibrator to help Serena bring Lexi to one last massive climax. A few minutes later, when Annalise finally climbed off her, Lexi saw the clock and realized that it was quite late. She needed to get some sleep if she was going to have her wits about her for the math test. Dressing quickly, she said her goodbyes and made her way downstairs.
As she traversed the dark porches back to her own house, Lexi was struck by a strange feeling; was this a pang of jealousy? And who was she jealous of, exactly? She was too tired to figure it out right now. She opened her front door and heard her father still snoring away contentedly. It was bedtime, for sure. The tingling between her legs was giving way to an intense drowsiness. She barely made it to bed before falling unconscious.
* * *
It was almost noon when Jessica woke up, feeling mildly hung over and more than a little disoriented. She wasn’t quite sure where she was or who the beautiful woman sleeping next to her was.
After a few seconds it all came back to her. She was in her suite, and the woman next to her was Erica, the prostitute she had hired. Jessica had found Erica surprising in a number of ways. When the sex was over, they had all put on robes, and Erica had seemed in no hurry to depart. “You’re welcome to stay, of course,” Jessica told her. “I just figured you’d have another appointment, or something.”
Erica smiled. “No, I don’t have another client tonight. And I like it here. I figured I might spend the night, if that’s OK.”
“Well sure,” said Jessica happily, and called down to room service for a bottle of brandy. Afterward they spent a couple of hours lounging around, drinking and talking.
As they talked Jessica realized that, without being conscious of it, she’d assumed that Erica came from an underprivileged background, that tragic circumstances had led her to a life of vice. But in fact Erica’s family was middle-class and she had gone to (though not graduated from) college.
“My junior year a girl I knew told me she’d been turning tricks on the side for extra money. I had just lost my job at the college bookstore and needed some cash, so she introduced me to some people. By my senior year I was making more money than I ever could have made by finishing my degree, so I dropped out.”
She had a few hair-raising stories to tell, but for the most part she had adroitly avoided the major pitfalls of her profession. She had never gotten into drugs and never had a pimp. “Well, there was a guy who probably thought of himself as my pimp,” she said, “but I thought of him more as my agent. He wasn’t really a tough guy, he just looked the part. But for the last few years I’ve been completely a free agent. The Internet makes that much easier.
“And a couple years ago I was finally able to switch over to taking only women as clients, which is great. Men are so much more difficult. Sometimes they can’t perform, and you have to handle them just right, or they get angry. I’ve gotten smacked around a few times – nothing serious, but enough that I don’t want to go through it anymore. Women are just easy. And, you know, they’re cleaner, they smell better, they’re so nice and soft….”
Erica beamed, and in that moment she looked so sweet and wholesome and adorable that Jessica was struck with a perverse impulse: to bend Erica over, tie her hands behind her back, and spank her while telling her what a dirty whore she was.
And had it been earlier in the day, she would have done it. But it was pushing 4:00, the bottle of brandy was empty, and Jessica was tired. They’d had quite a day. Jessica chose Erica to share her bed, and if Jane and Marie found this annoying, they knew better than to say anything. In a matter of minutes all four of them were fast asleep.
Sunday, August 24, 2014
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 97
After Jane and Marie untied Erica, she disappeared into the bathroom for a minute to pee and wash her face. When she returned, she took Jessica by the hand and led the way to the living room. Jessica was only too happy to be guided in this circumstance; Erica was, after all, the professional here. Jane and Marie followed behind.
Erica pulled off what remained of Jessica’s clothes, sat her down on the couch, and hopped up to straddle her. They shared a long, sensuous kiss, tongues exploring and intertwining. Then Erica began to move down. She paid due attention to Jessica’s ears, her neck, her shoulders, then her breasts, licking all around and sucking them down.
Marie and Jane took seats and looked on, pleased to see their mistress being treated the way she deserved. Continuing her journey south, Erica lingered on Jessica’s navel, her hips, and her triangle, then bent over to kiss her feet before spreading her legs. Jessica settled back into the couch and opened wider to give Erica good access.
What followed took Marie and Jane by surprise. They both thought they knew how to pleasure a woman, but Erica was operating on another level. Her technique was flawless; her mouth, tongue and hands incredibly skilled; but more than that, she just had a special touch. She knew when to push forward, when to ease off, when to pay attention to the inner thighs, the pussy itself, or the clit. She kept Jessica going for the better part of an hour, driving her to higher and higher heights, but never over the edge. When Jessica finally came, she orgasmed three times rapidly in succession — making some noises Jane and Marie had never heard her make before — then fell back and lay still.
Feeling humbled but happy, Jane and Marie moved onto the couch, cuddling their mistress from either side. They drew Erica up into their embrace, and for a time all four of them just rested together.
* * *
By the time Lexi finished studying for her math final, it was late. She could hear her father snoring down the hall, but she herself didn’t feel tired at all. She felt horny. And at this hour she wasn’t quite sure what to do about it, until she remembered that she had a good option close at hand.
Moving very quietly — probably more quietly than she really needed to, as her dad was a heavy sleeper and a loud snorer — she crept out the front door and over to Annalise’s. The house was dark but the door was unlocked, and Lexi was sure Annalise wouldn’t mind. As she climbed the stairs she was surprised to see that a light was on in the bedroom, and then she heard a noise: a female moan, a quiet one, but unmistakable.
Walking on her tiptoes, Lexi moved to the bedroom door and peered around the corner. The light from the corner lamp was dim, so it took Lexi a few seconds to figure out what she was seeing. Annalise, facing her, was the top half of a 69. Just at that moment Annalise looked up and saw Lexi standing in the doorway; her pussy-juice-slick face curled into a devilish grin.
All Lexi could make out of the woman beneath her was a wet, wide-open, blonde-haired pussy. Her curiosity was piqued, but Annalise put her finger to her mouth to ask for quiet, then dove back in. Lexi stood watching in the doorway as Annalise and the mystery woman went at it, gripping each other tightly and eventually reaching nearly simultaneous orgasms. By the time they finished Lexi’s pussy was gushing and she had one hand on her crotch, touching herself through her jeans.
After taking a minute to recover, Annalise rolled off to reveal the body beneath her. It was a spectacular one: long and strong with huge tits and perfect muscle tone. The woman had long blonde hair and her eyes were closed in blissful contentment. Then her eyes opened and she saw Lexi. Her face registered surprise but not shock; after taking a few seconds to process she smiled at Lexi, quickly seeing the positives in the situation.
Annalise looked like the cat the ate the canary, very pleased at being the one in the know for once, not the new girl on the block. “Serena, this is Lexi,” she said. “Lexi, Serena.”
Lexi quietly said “Hi,” looking down at the floor, feeling suddenly shy — although she was the only one there with clothes on.
“Hi, Lexi,” said Serena, much more loudly and enthusiastically. “I’ve heard about you from some of the other girls. You’re even more beautiful than they told me.”
Pleased with the compliment, Lexi looked up and once again met Serena’s eyes. They were warm, intelligent, and full of life; at that moment Lexi fell in love a little bit. “Thanks,” she said. She wanted to add something sweet, like “You’re not so bad yourself,” but it just felt too cheesy; instead she settled for her most winning cheerleader smile.
After that the two of them seemed frozen, so Annalise took matters into her own hands. She walked over behind Lexi and pulled off her top, then her bra, reaching around to cup Lexi’s tits with both hands. Serena hopped up onto her hands and knees and stretched out to take one of Lexi’s nipples into her mouth; Annalise eased Lexi forward a bit to facilitate.
Now Annalise pulled Lexi’s jeans down and jammed a hand between her thighs. It was very warm in there, and a rather moist as well. Annalise ran her hand along Lexi’s crotch and the cheerleader moaned, her legs going a little slack. She sank to her knees and right there in front of her were Serena’s tits: heavy, ripe, succulent, and irresistible. Why resist?
Leaning forward, Lexi opened her mouth as wide as it would go but still couldn’t come anywhere close to getting a whole breast in her mouth. She felt like a tiny baby suckling on an enormous mother. Suddenly it flashed into her head that Serena looked not unlike some photos Lexi had seen of her own mom. The thought made her feel weird for a second, but she was soon distracted by the surprising sensation of Annalise’s hand swatting her butt cheek.
Lexi looked back at Annalise, who shrugged as if to say, things are different now. Then Lexi returned her attention to Serena’s magnificent boobs and Annalise, having gotten things started, sat back to watch for awhile. For some minutes Lexi moved back and forth from right to left, left to right, eyes closed and a faraway, almost hypnotized look on her face.
Serena liked having her tits sucked as much as anyone, but after awhile she was ready for more. She pulled away from Lexi and lay back on the bed. When Lexi opened her eyes Serena was on her back, legs spread wide, hands on her inner thighs in a very alluring pose. A line from a movie popped into Serena’s head and before she knew it it was coming out of her mouth: “Take a bite of peach.”
Lexi didn’t need to be asked twice. In the blink of an eye she was between Serena’s legs, slurping away hungrily. Serena looked a little taken aback at Lexi’s sudden ferocity; she momentarily raised one hand as if to defend herself, then let it fall on Lexi’s head.
In this position Lexi’s ass was in the air and it occurred to Annalise that her pussy could probably use some attention. She didn’t have a strap-on but she did have a vibrator, though she hadn’t used it for awhile. It took her a minute to remember which drawer it was in, but when she found it, it started right up. Annalise knelt down behind Lexi and maneuvered the vibe between her legs, touching it first to her left thigh.
Lexi’s whole body shook visibly, but she never let up her assault on Serena’s cunt as Annalise ran the vibrator along her crotch and tapped it against her clit. Annalise saw Lexi go rigid and knew it probably wouldn’t take long, so she worked carefully, using the vibe gently and pulling it away every few seconds. This way she was able to time it just perfectly so Serena and Lexi came together.
Lexi let loose with one of her patented screams, punishing the ears of the other two women. For a second she wondered if the sound might not wake up her father back at the house. But that was ridiculous, she realized. There was nothing to worry about. She let her head fall onto the bed and let her mind wander, aftershocks of orgasm reverberating through her body.
.
Erica pulled off what remained of Jessica’s clothes, sat her down on the couch, and hopped up to straddle her. They shared a long, sensuous kiss, tongues exploring and intertwining. Then Erica began to move down. She paid due attention to Jessica’s ears, her neck, her shoulders, then her breasts, licking all around and sucking them down.
Marie and Jane took seats and looked on, pleased to see their mistress being treated the way she deserved. Continuing her journey south, Erica lingered on Jessica’s navel, her hips, and her triangle, then bent over to kiss her feet before spreading her legs. Jessica settled back into the couch and opened wider to give Erica good access.
What followed took Marie and Jane by surprise. They both thought they knew how to pleasure a woman, but Erica was operating on another level. Her technique was flawless; her mouth, tongue and hands incredibly skilled; but more than that, she just had a special touch. She knew when to push forward, when to ease off, when to pay attention to the inner thighs, the pussy itself, or the clit. She kept Jessica going for the better part of an hour, driving her to higher and higher heights, but never over the edge. When Jessica finally came, she orgasmed three times rapidly in succession — making some noises Jane and Marie had never heard her make before — then fell back and lay still.
Feeling humbled but happy, Jane and Marie moved onto the couch, cuddling their mistress from either side. They drew Erica up into their embrace, and for a time all four of them just rested together.
* * *
By the time Lexi finished studying for her math final, it was late. She could hear her father snoring down the hall, but she herself didn’t feel tired at all. She felt horny. And at this hour she wasn’t quite sure what to do about it, until she remembered that she had a good option close at hand.
Moving very quietly — probably more quietly than she really needed to, as her dad was a heavy sleeper and a loud snorer — she crept out the front door and over to Annalise’s. The house was dark but the door was unlocked, and Lexi was sure Annalise wouldn’t mind. As she climbed the stairs she was surprised to see that a light was on in the bedroom, and then she heard a noise: a female moan, a quiet one, but unmistakable.
Walking on her tiptoes, Lexi moved to the bedroom door and peered around the corner. The light from the corner lamp was dim, so it took Lexi a few seconds to figure out what she was seeing. Annalise, facing her, was the top half of a 69. Just at that moment Annalise looked up and saw Lexi standing in the doorway; her pussy-juice-slick face curled into a devilish grin.
All Lexi could make out of the woman beneath her was a wet, wide-open, blonde-haired pussy. Her curiosity was piqued, but Annalise put her finger to her mouth to ask for quiet, then dove back in. Lexi stood watching in the doorway as Annalise and the mystery woman went at it, gripping each other tightly and eventually reaching nearly simultaneous orgasms. By the time they finished Lexi’s pussy was gushing and she had one hand on her crotch, touching herself through her jeans.
After taking a minute to recover, Annalise rolled off to reveal the body beneath her. It was a spectacular one: long and strong with huge tits and perfect muscle tone. The woman had long blonde hair and her eyes were closed in blissful contentment. Then her eyes opened and she saw Lexi. Her face registered surprise but not shock; after taking a few seconds to process she smiled at Lexi, quickly seeing the positives in the situation.
Annalise looked like the cat the ate the canary, very pleased at being the one in the know for once, not the new girl on the block. “Serena, this is Lexi,” she said. “Lexi, Serena.”
Lexi quietly said “Hi,” looking down at the floor, feeling suddenly shy — although she was the only one there with clothes on.
“Hi, Lexi,” said Serena, much more loudly and enthusiastically. “I’ve heard about you from some of the other girls. You’re even more beautiful than they told me.”
Pleased with the compliment, Lexi looked up and once again met Serena’s eyes. They were warm, intelligent, and full of life; at that moment Lexi fell in love a little bit. “Thanks,” she said. She wanted to add something sweet, like “You’re not so bad yourself,” but it just felt too cheesy; instead she settled for her most winning cheerleader smile.
After that the two of them seemed frozen, so Annalise took matters into her own hands. She walked over behind Lexi and pulled off her top, then her bra, reaching around to cup Lexi’s tits with both hands. Serena hopped up onto her hands and knees and stretched out to take one of Lexi’s nipples into her mouth; Annalise eased Lexi forward a bit to facilitate.
Now Annalise pulled Lexi’s jeans down and jammed a hand between her thighs. It was very warm in there, and a rather moist as well. Annalise ran her hand along Lexi’s crotch and the cheerleader moaned, her legs going a little slack. She sank to her knees and right there in front of her were Serena’s tits: heavy, ripe, succulent, and irresistible. Why resist?
Leaning forward, Lexi opened her mouth as wide as it would go but still couldn’t come anywhere close to getting a whole breast in her mouth. She felt like a tiny baby suckling on an enormous mother. Suddenly it flashed into her head that Serena looked not unlike some photos Lexi had seen of her own mom. The thought made her feel weird for a second, but she was soon distracted by the surprising sensation of Annalise’s hand swatting her butt cheek.
Lexi looked back at Annalise, who shrugged as if to say, things are different now. Then Lexi returned her attention to Serena’s magnificent boobs and Annalise, having gotten things started, sat back to watch for awhile. For some minutes Lexi moved back and forth from right to left, left to right, eyes closed and a faraway, almost hypnotized look on her face.
Serena liked having her tits sucked as much as anyone, but after awhile she was ready for more. She pulled away from Lexi and lay back on the bed. When Lexi opened her eyes Serena was on her back, legs spread wide, hands on her inner thighs in a very alluring pose. A line from a movie popped into Serena’s head and before she knew it it was coming out of her mouth: “Take a bite of peach.”
Lexi didn’t need to be asked twice. In the blink of an eye she was between Serena’s legs, slurping away hungrily. Serena looked a little taken aback at Lexi’s sudden ferocity; she momentarily raised one hand as if to defend herself, then let it fall on Lexi’s head.
In this position Lexi’s ass was in the air and it occurred to Annalise that her pussy could probably use some attention. She didn’t have a strap-on but she did have a vibrator, though she hadn’t used it for awhile. It took her a minute to remember which drawer it was in, but when she found it, it started right up. Annalise knelt down behind Lexi and maneuvered the vibe between her legs, touching it first to her left thigh.
Lexi’s whole body shook visibly, but she never let up her assault on Serena’s cunt as Annalise ran the vibrator along her crotch and tapped it against her clit. Annalise saw Lexi go rigid and knew it probably wouldn’t take long, so she worked carefully, using the vibe gently and pulling it away every few seconds. This way she was able to time it just perfectly so Serena and Lexi came together.
Lexi let loose with one of her patented screams, punishing the ears of the other two women. For a second she wondered if the sound might not wake up her father back at the house. But that was ridiculous, she realized. There was nothing to worry about. She let her head fall onto the bed and let her mind wander, aftershocks of orgasm reverberating through her body.
.
Wednesday, July 9, 2014
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 93
Tuesday morning Annalise got a message from Janice inviting her to yoga class that afternoon. At first she was hesitant; she was a little embarrassed at the way she’d been degraded by Lexi, Ana, Janice, and Ella, and at what a willing participant she’d been. But thinking of it she felt her pussy began to moisten, and she knew that there was no way she could refuse the invitation.
Janice used one of her guest passes for Annalise, who set up in a space between Janice and Ella. Looking around at the class, which was made up of women of all ages, all of them beautiful in their own way, Annalise felt privileged to be there. For a moment she focused on Ella, who looked especially gorgeous today, with her hair pinned back and wearing a black bodystocking that showed off her lithe form.
But even Ella was put in the shade by the teacher, Serena, who to Annalise looked like a creature from another planet. She was tall, athletic, and seemingly glowing with life and energy. As the class began, Annalise had a hard time taking her eyes off Serena, which was fine since she was the teacher and everyone was looking at her anyway.
It was a sunny and warm in the studio, and soon Annalise began to sweat. She found it difficult to concentrate on the poses, surrounded as she was by such stunning beauty; she looked around from Janice to Ella, to a particularly lovely brown-haired specimen in the corner, and back to Serena, and lustful, wild thoughts ran through her head. She realized that she was soaking wet between the legs, and was glad she was wearing a dark color that would hopefully serve as camouflage.
Annalise’s sex life had never been very exciting. Her former husband had not been very passionate or interesting in bed, and though she had sometimes considered an affair no good opportunity had ever presented itself. By the time they divorced, she was almost 40 and didn’t find herself much in demand; and also she was shy and not very good at flirting or meeting new people. When Lexi and her father moved in next door, it had taken awhile for her to get up the nerve to approach them. When she did, the result had been unexpected, but certainly enjoyable. Now that she had been introduced to the joys of woman-on-woman love, a whole new world was opening up for her.
After class Annalise hung around talking with Janice, Ella, and Serena — though she had difficulty forming sentences, so awed was she by Serena’s statuesque beauty. Janice told the others that she had the keys to Jessica’s house while Jessica was out of town, and invited them over for a drink. All three readily accepted.
At Jessica’s Annalise excused herself to go to the bathroom, and while she was there she became engrossed in the book she found sitting on the toilet tank, which was filled with pictures of women in bondage. By the time she returned to the living room, Ella was naked on the couch with her legs spread, Janice kneeling between them. Serena sat off to one side watching, also naked, fingering herself with her right hand while her left held a glass of Prosecco.
Annalise saw half-empty glasses on the coffee table next to Janice and Ella and a full one on the opposite site, which she picked up and sipped without taking her eyes off the scene before her. Her eyes met Serena’s and Serena favored her with a big smile, green eyes glittering with mischief and vitality. Annalise knew exactly what she wanted to do, and after taking a big gulp of wine, she set her glass down and did it.
She sank to her knees in front of Serena, put her hands on the blonde’s knees, and pushed them all the way open. The mingled scent of sweat and arousal rising from between Serena’s legs was truly intoxicating, and just for a second Annalise thought she might faint. But then she recovered herself and leaned down to kiss those firm thighs, running her tongue along the magnificent muscles. Serena tensed and gripped Annalise’s shoulder with her hand, sinking down in her chair so that her legs could splay further apart.
Annalise had had quite a bit of practice eating pussy lately, and for that she was glad, as she did not want to disappoint this goddess. She put every ounce of effort she could muster into pleasuring Serena, licking all around and gradually focusing in on her clit, which was every bit as impressive as the rest of her. As Serena’s orgasm approached, her powerful thighs held Annalise’s head in a vise-like grip. Annalise struggled to breathe and just as she thought she was about to pass out, suffocated in cunt juice and ecstasy, Serena came loudly and relaxed her leg muscles.
Sitting back on her haunches, Annalise looked up, her vision blurred and vague. When it finally came into focus, she saw Janice standing over her, massaging lube onto a strap-on. Behind Serena stood Ella, also strapped. Serena took Ella’s dildo into her mouth as Janice knelt down behind Annalise.
Annalise felt her hands pulled behind her back and handcuffed together, then Janice bent her forward so that her head was once again between Serena’s legs. Serena pulled her close with one hand and Annalise resumed gently lapping at the blonde as Janice pried her pussy lips open.
Once Janice penetrated her, though, Annalise forgot what she was doing and rested her head on the edge of the chair. She had been needing this, and the feeling of fullness was incredibly delicious. She gritted her teeth and rocked her hips backward to meet Janice’s thrusts. After a few initial pumps Janice took it slow, holding back a little, making Annalise do most of the work.
Serena, meanwhile, rolled gracefully off the chair and assumed a downward dog position on the floor, pushing her naked rump in the air toward Ella. Grinning, Ella took a step forward, smacked Serena loudly on the ass, then proceeded to give her a good hard fucking. Serena fell down onto her elbows, then her hands and knees, and finally all the way onto the floor as Ella slammed into her.
There may have been a little something extra behind Ella’s treatment of Serena. They were of a similar type, tall blondes, but Serena had bigger tits and was 10 years younger; everyone fawned over Serena, and this made Ella jealous, though she basically had nothing against the younger woman. She enjoyed making Serena scream, even though they were screams of pleasure; to add a little pain, she reached down and twisted Serena’s nipple.
When Ella was done with her, Serena had come violently three times and lay still on the floor, a line of sweat running down her back. Ella walked over and sat down in front of Annalise, who had lifted her head and was now gripping the edge of the chair, grinding rhythmically back into Janice. Ella guided Annalise’s mouth to her crotch and pushed the strap-on into it, giving Annalise another taste of Serena’s delicious juices.
Now Ella pulled off her strap-on and spread her legs, pulling her pussy lips apart for Annalise, who obligingly drove her tongue inside. About this time Serena raised her head and caught sight of a clock, realizing that she needed to get to her evening class post-haste. After dressing quickly she lingered for a moment in the doorway, watching a massive orgasm rip through Annalise, who leaned forward and clamped down on Ella’s clit. Then Ella came too, rising up on her feet to rub her wet pussy on Annalise’s face.
Serena said goodbye and was out the door, soon followed by Ella, who had to get home for dinner. That left Janice looking down at the naked and handcuffed Annalise, thinking.
Janice used one of her guest passes for Annalise, who set up in a space between Janice and Ella. Looking around at the class, which was made up of women of all ages, all of them beautiful in their own way, Annalise felt privileged to be there. For a moment she focused on Ella, who looked especially gorgeous today, with her hair pinned back and wearing a black bodystocking that showed off her lithe form.
But even Ella was put in the shade by the teacher, Serena, who to Annalise looked like a creature from another planet. She was tall, athletic, and seemingly glowing with life and energy. As the class began, Annalise had a hard time taking her eyes off Serena, which was fine since she was the teacher and everyone was looking at her anyway.
It was a sunny and warm in the studio, and soon Annalise began to sweat. She found it difficult to concentrate on the poses, surrounded as she was by such stunning beauty; she looked around from Janice to Ella, to a particularly lovely brown-haired specimen in the corner, and back to Serena, and lustful, wild thoughts ran through her head. She realized that she was soaking wet between the legs, and was glad she was wearing a dark color that would hopefully serve as camouflage.
Annalise’s sex life had never been very exciting. Her former husband had not been very passionate or interesting in bed, and though she had sometimes considered an affair no good opportunity had ever presented itself. By the time they divorced, she was almost 40 and didn’t find herself much in demand; and also she was shy and not very good at flirting or meeting new people. When Lexi and her father moved in next door, it had taken awhile for her to get up the nerve to approach them. When she did, the result had been unexpected, but certainly enjoyable. Now that she had been introduced to the joys of woman-on-woman love, a whole new world was opening up for her.
After class Annalise hung around talking with Janice, Ella, and Serena — though she had difficulty forming sentences, so awed was she by Serena’s statuesque beauty. Janice told the others that she had the keys to Jessica’s house while Jessica was out of town, and invited them over for a drink. All three readily accepted.
At Jessica’s Annalise excused herself to go to the bathroom, and while she was there she became engrossed in the book she found sitting on the toilet tank, which was filled with pictures of women in bondage. By the time she returned to the living room, Ella was naked on the couch with her legs spread, Janice kneeling between them. Serena sat off to one side watching, also naked, fingering herself with her right hand while her left held a glass of Prosecco.
Annalise saw half-empty glasses on the coffee table next to Janice and Ella and a full one on the opposite site, which she picked up and sipped without taking her eyes off the scene before her. Her eyes met Serena’s and Serena favored her with a big smile, green eyes glittering with mischief and vitality. Annalise knew exactly what she wanted to do, and after taking a big gulp of wine, she set her glass down and did it.
She sank to her knees in front of Serena, put her hands on the blonde’s knees, and pushed them all the way open. The mingled scent of sweat and arousal rising from between Serena’s legs was truly intoxicating, and just for a second Annalise thought she might faint. But then she recovered herself and leaned down to kiss those firm thighs, running her tongue along the magnificent muscles. Serena tensed and gripped Annalise’s shoulder with her hand, sinking down in her chair so that her legs could splay further apart.
Annalise had had quite a bit of practice eating pussy lately, and for that she was glad, as she did not want to disappoint this goddess. She put every ounce of effort she could muster into pleasuring Serena, licking all around and gradually focusing in on her clit, which was every bit as impressive as the rest of her. As Serena’s orgasm approached, her powerful thighs held Annalise’s head in a vise-like grip. Annalise struggled to breathe and just as she thought she was about to pass out, suffocated in cunt juice and ecstasy, Serena came loudly and relaxed her leg muscles.
Sitting back on her haunches, Annalise looked up, her vision blurred and vague. When it finally came into focus, she saw Janice standing over her, massaging lube onto a strap-on. Behind Serena stood Ella, also strapped. Serena took Ella’s dildo into her mouth as Janice knelt down behind Annalise.
Annalise felt her hands pulled behind her back and handcuffed together, then Janice bent her forward so that her head was once again between Serena’s legs. Serena pulled her close with one hand and Annalise resumed gently lapping at the blonde as Janice pried her pussy lips open.
Once Janice penetrated her, though, Annalise forgot what she was doing and rested her head on the edge of the chair. She had been needing this, and the feeling of fullness was incredibly delicious. She gritted her teeth and rocked her hips backward to meet Janice’s thrusts. After a few initial pumps Janice took it slow, holding back a little, making Annalise do most of the work.
Serena, meanwhile, rolled gracefully off the chair and assumed a downward dog position on the floor, pushing her naked rump in the air toward Ella. Grinning, Ella took a step forward, smacked Serena loudly on the ass, then proceeded to give her a good hard fucking. Serena fell down onto her elbows, then her hands and knees, and finally all the way onto the floor as Ella slammed into her.
There may have been a little something extra behind Ella’s treatment of Serena. They were of a similar type, tall blondes, but Serena had bigger tits and was 10 years younger; everyone fawned over Serena, and this made Ella jealous, though she basically had nothing against the younger woman. She enjoyed making Serena scream, even though they were screams of pleasure; to add a little pain, she reached down and twisted Serena’s nipple.
When Ella was done with her, Serena had come violently three times and lay still on the floor, a line of sweat running down her back. Ella walked over and sat down in front of Annalise, who had lifted her head and was now gripping the edge of the chair, grinding rhythmically back into Janice. Ella guided Annalise’s mouth to her crotch and pushed the strap-on into it, giving Annalise another taste of Serena’s delicious juices.
Now Ella pulled off her strap-on and spread her legs, pulling her pussy lips apart for Annalise, who obligingly drove her tongue inside. About this time Serena raised her head and caught sight of a clock, realizing that she needed to get to her evening class post-haste. After dressing quickly she lingered for a moment in the doorway, watching a massive orgasm rip through Annalise, who leaned forward and clamped down on Ella’s clit. Then Ella came too, rising up on her feet to rub her wet pussy on Annalise’s face.
Serena said goodbye and was out the door, soon followed by Ella, who had to get home for dinner. That left Janice looking down at the naked and handcuffed Annalise, thinking.
Thursday, March 6, 2014
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 84
That Sunday was the coldest day of the season so far, and Jessica stayed in bed late into the morning, keeping herself warm with Marie on one side and Jane on the other. When she finally rose, she found an email from Serena, who had decided to open the yoga studio (normally closed on Sundays) for an “exclusive hot yoga session.”
This perked Jessica right up; she simply could not imagine a better way to spend the afternoon. After a leisurely breakfast she, Marie, and Jane arrived at the studio just after noon to find it filled with familiar faces and beautiful bodies. Serena was there, of course, as were Janice, Ella, Betty, and Samantha. The cheerleaders were represented by Kat, Kelly, and Ana; Olivia and Lexi were still sleeping off the previous night’s revels. Kat had brought along Sara Valentine, who smiled shyly at Jessica, remembering what had happened between them the last time.
Serena had the heat in the studio cranked up into the high 70s, so no one hesitated to follow her example when she removed all her clothes before beginning the class. She set up at the back of the studio; over her head was a large, round window looking out over a hillside. Opposite her was the door leading to the lobby, while the other two walls were covered with mirrors.
As Serena led them through some warmups, the sun was just beginning to peek through the corner of the window behind her, creating a dazzling prism effect that tinted the various corners of the room in different colors. They started going through the various poses, moving quietly, calmly, in unison. Despite the fact that the room was filled with nude women, most of whom had been intimate with one another at some time, the hour proceeded pretty much like any regular yoga class – except about a hundred times better.
For a long while Jessica felt like she was in a trance, gazing into the mirrors at the rows of glorious, sweat-glistening bodies. Heaven must be very much like this, she thought, as her eyes roamed the room fixing on a nipple here, a thigh there, Ana’s plump lips, Serena’s perfect shoulders.
When they were laying in shivasana, Jessica stretched out her arms and legs as far as she could, and when she felt the slightest touch of bare skin on each side, it was like a series of electric shocks ran through her. Afterward everyone murmured “Namaste” and a couple of the ladies had begun to move toward the door when Jessica called them back. Ever since she’d started going to yoga she’d been intrigued by the possibilities of the setting and equipment; and she knew she’d never have a better chance to explore them.
To begin with she paired everyone off. She took Sara as her own partner and matched Serena with Ana, Betty with Jane, Samantha with Marie, Ella with Kelly, and Jackie with Kat. Then she took Sara to the front of the room and began to demonstrate the moves she had in mind.
First Jessica bent Sara over and used a strap to bind her hands behind her back; the other pairs followed suit. Jessica then threaded a second strap around Sara’s butt, across her abdomen, and between her legs. Gradually, Jessica used the strap to pull Sara’s legs apart from behind, exposing her puckered slit to full view. A minute later, Ana, Jane, Marie, Janice, and Jackie were similarly bound and opened. For good measure, Jessica landed a good hard smack on each of Sara’s ass cheeks; a series of responding whacks sounded from around the room as the others followed suit.
Walking over to the corner of the room, Jessica picked up the bag full of strap-ons that she’d had the foresight to bring along and began to distribute them. There was a brief pause in the action as Ella, Betty, Samantha, Kelly, and Kat equipped themselves. Then Jessica planted herself in front of Sara, lifted Sara’s head with one hand, and eased into her mouth. Gulping sounds were audible all around the room as five more waiting mouths were filled.
Now Jessica moved behind Sara and lowered herself gently down until she was sitting on Sara’s lower back. Sara felt a soft, pleasant opening of the muscles there, and also felt the delightful tickle of Jessica’s wet pussy against her skin. This caused Sara to relax even further, and her legs to fall open a little bit more, so that when Jessica stood and turned, she was presented with a gaping pink hole just begging to be fucked.
Jessica was happy to oblige, pushing in inch by inch, one supportive hand on Sara’s shoulder. With the other hand Jessica grasped for another strap, looping it around Sara’s chest and using it to pull her up further, arching and stretching her back. Sara’s mouth fell open and she began to pant as Jessica thrust in and out of her. The same scene repeated itself around the room, the chorus of moans slowly building to a peak. When Jessica reached down to stroke Sara’s clit several times, she cut loose with a great, uninhibited yowl that was soon echoed from all around.
Happening to glance out the window at this moment, Jessica could have sworn she saw a figure moving on the hillside. But when she focused and tried to find it again, she didn’t see anything. Must be my imagination, she thought.
Afterward some of the ladies wanted to exchange roles, and it occurred to Jessica that it might be nice to get fucked. It had been awhile, and suddenly she felt like it might be just what she needed. Looking around she decided that Serena, with her sturdy frame, was the one who could do it right, so she arranged to trade partners with Ana. Handing her own strap-on over to Ana, who gazed hungrily at Sara, Jessica had Serena lie face-up on the mat and helped her to harness up.
Straddling Serena, Jessica took the jutting pink phallus in one hand and eased herself down onto it. Holding onto Serena’s mountainous tits for support, Jessica began to rock back and forth, slowly at first, then with increasing fervor. Ana, meanwhile, had bent Sara over, bound her hands, and plunged into her mercilessly, prompting a protracted moan that drew the attention of everyone in the room.
Sitting up straight, Jessica lifted both hands into the air as if in a sun salutation, then brought them down again, massaging her nipples with one, bringing the other to her mouth. The time of day was such that the sun caught the left side of her body perfectly, lighting it up with a golden glow.
“Harder,” growled Jessica, grinding down harder on the cock, challenging Serena to apply every ounce of her strength in response. What followed was an epic fuck, Serena using all the force of her well-toned hips, legs, and glutes to drive up into Jessica, who held on for dear life like a cowboy on a bull. At last Jessica let out a shrill, high-toned wail – a sound no one in the room had heard come out of her before – as spasms of pleasure wracked her body.
Jessica relaxed and fell back slightly, but a pair of hands caught her from behind. It was Kat, who had suddenly been struck by an idea that she couldn’t resist. Moving quickly, she wrapped a yoga strap around Jessica’s head to blindfold her. Jessica was slow to react, still dazed from the orgasm; next thing she knew her hands were tied behind her back with another strap.
Taking Jessica by the hips, Kat rolled her over onto her hands and knees. Jessica offered no resistance. Her usual strength had left her; she had surrendered herself completely to the moment. Dropping to her knees, Kat penetrated Jessica from behind; she gestured to Ana, who was standing by with a white strap-on dangling from her pelvis. Grinning, Ana stepped forward and pushed the dildo forcefully into Jessica’s mouth.
Over the next hour, everyone in the room fucked the bound Jessica in the pussy or mouth, and some in both. When the gathering finally broke up, Jessica was left a tired, sweaty, throughly sated heap on the floor. At last only Serena remained behind, along with Marie and Jane, who released their mistress from her bonds and helped her to her feet.
Jessica smiled weakly as she began to dress, but by the time she was fully clothed again, she had recovered a large measure of her dignity. Kissing Serena gently on the cheek, she left the studio in silence, flanked by her two servants.
.
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.
.
Thursday, May 2, 2013
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 72
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.”
* * *
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.
* * *
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.
* * *
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.
* * *
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.
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.”
* * *
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.
* * *
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.
* * *
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.
* * *
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.
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 69
As she watched Annalise’s face disappear underneath Ana’s ample derriere, Lexi was struck with a brilliant idea. Returning to the kitchen, she found Annalise’s purse and searched through it until she found the wallet. Riffling through the credit cards, Lexi selected a Platinum Visa card and repaired to her computer, where she called up an adult website and started shopping.
As the sound of soft moans drifted in from the bedroom, Lexi picked out a couple of strap-ons, handcuffs, leather restraints, nipple clamps, a riding crop, a fur-lined paddle, and a few other things that caught her eye. Because Annalise was her neighbor, she knew the billing address; she put in her own house as the shipping address and, since it wasn’t her money, went ahead and sprang for the expedited shipping.
That meant the goodies would arrive on Thursday. In the meantime Lexi went back to the bedroom, where Ana had spun around and was now on top of Annalise in 69 position. She watched Ana’s thick tongue explore Annalise’s pussy, forcing the lips apart and probing inside, then approached the bed and knelt down to help.
* * *
Wendesday Kat decided that she wanted to share her new prize with Jessica, so she told Sara to wait for her at school until after practice, and then she, Kelly Ann, and the teacher walked together to Jessica’s house. Unbeknownst to Kat, festivities had been underway there all afternoon; Jessica had been in a particularly decadent mood that day, made a few phone calls, and found that many of the local housewives were available and in the mood.
It was Jessica herself, taking a break from the action and dressed in a bathrobe, who answered the door. She graciously invited them in, taking note of the new face – brown hair, glasses, thirtyish, cute – and immediately her well-used pussy begin to moisten again.
The scene that greeted Kat, Kelly, and Sara when they entered the main house was something to behold. Marie was naked on a recliner, body tensed so that her pelvis and chest were both lifted; Jane knelt in front of her, face buried in Marie’s pussy. Jane, in turn, was being fucked from behind by Janice, whose face was knitted in concentration, forehead glistening with sweat, breasts bobbing gently as she gave Jane the business. On the couch Ella and Serena were 69ing stretched out on their sides; as they were both blond and long, the effect was almost like watching twins go at it, except that Serena had shorter hair and was more muscular.
Out by the pool, Samantha Bowman was on her back on a deck chair, legs planted and pussy raised in the air. She was being forcefully tongue-fucked by Betty Ann Collins, who was kneeling on the concrete. As they watched Betty Ann reached one hand behind her, pulled the crotch of her bikini bottom aside, and used one hand to stroke her red-haired cunt.
Though Sara Valentine had met Samantha and Betty Ann at school, she didn’t recognize them from this angle; but the cheerleaders certainly did, and both immediately turned bright red. Despite everything, it seemed, they were still capable of being embarrassed by their mothers.
Kat was thrown enough that she forgot to introduce Sara to Jessica, so Jessica did it herself, and promptly took Sara by the hand and led her away. This left the two cheerleaders on their own. Kelly walked over to the recliner and leaned down to kiss Marie and suck her tits. Kat sat down on the couch next to Ella and Serena, initially just watching, entranced by their beauty and sensuality. But after a few minutes Ella lifted her head and leaned over to kiss Kat with lips tasting of Serena’s pussy. Soon Kat was naked and writhing in the embrace of the two blondes; meanwhile Kelly had climbed onto the recliner to lower her crotch onto Marie’s face.
In the bedroom, Jessica had quickly stripped Sara, dropping her blouse, bra, skirt, and panties into a pile on the floor. She pulled the teacher to her and kissed her hard, groping her everywhere, squeezing her tits, pinching her nipples, and sliding a hand between her thighs. Abruptly Jessica spun Sara 180 degrees and pulled her hands together behind her back; removing the belt from her robe, Jessica used it to tie Sara’s hands together, letting the robe fall open. Spinning Sara back around, Jessica guided her to her knees and tilted her head upward, feeding her one breast, then the other. A minute later Sara found her face covered with Jessica’s wet pussy, which she serviced without hesitation.
* * *
A while later Kat disengaged herself from Ella and Serena. After having three increasingly powerful climaxes, she wasn’t sure she could take another one. She was curious how Sara was getting on, so she wandered through the house until she heard moaning coming from one of the bedrooms.
Easing quietly into the doorway, Kat saw Sara sprawled out on a bed with her butt in the air as Jessica plowed her from behind. Her hands were tied behind her back and she was ball-gagged, her head pressed against the bed. Her face was toward the door but her eyes were closed; her back was arched as she angled her hips to meet Jessica’s thrusts.
When Jessica grabbed a handful of Sara’s hair and drove the strap-on home forcefully, Sara’s eyes flew open and looked straight at Kat, the white visible on all sides of the pupils, radiating a mixture of fear and excitement. A shiver of jealousy ran through Kat and just for a moment she regretted having brought Sara here. People fell under Jessica’s spell so easily; Kat felt, suddenly, like an outsider in this scene.
Just then Jessica’s eyes met hers, and within seconds Kat had shaken off her mood and felt the familiar tingle between her legs. Climbing onto the bed, Kat leaned back against the headboard, spread her legs wide, and reached down to remove the teacher’s gag.
.
As the sound of soft moans drifted in from the bedroom, Lexi picked out a couple of strap-ons, handcuffs, leather restraints, nipple clamps, a riding crop, a fur-lined paddle, and a few other things that caught her eye. Because Annalise was her neighbor, she knew the billing address; she put in her own house as the shipping address and, since it wasn’t her money, went ahead and sprang for the expedited shipping.
That meant the goodies would arrive on Thursday. In the meantime Lexi went back to the bedroom, where Ana had spun around and was now on top of Annalise in 69 position. She watched Ana’s thick tongue explore Annalise’s pussy, forcing the lips apart and probing inside, then approached the bed and knelt down to help.
* * *
Wendesday Kat decided that she wanted to share her new prize with Jessica, so she told Sara to wait for her at school until after practice, and then she, Kelly Ann, and the teacher walked together to Jessica’s house. Unbeknownst to Kat, festivities had been underway there all afternoon; Jessica had been in a particularly decadent mood that day, made a few phone calls, and found that many of the local housewives were available and in the mood.
It was Jessica herself, taking a break from the action and dressed in a bathrobe, who answered the door. She graciously invited them in, taking note of the new face – brown hair, glasses, thirtyish, cute – and immediately her well-used pussy begin to moisten again.
The scene that greeted Kat, Kelly, and Sara when they entered the main house was something to behold. Marie was naked on a recliner, body tensed so that her pelvis and chest were both lifted; Jane knelt in front of her, face buried in Marie’s pussy. Jane, in turn, was being fucked from behind by Janice, whose face was knitted in concentration, forehead glistening with sweat, breasts bobbing gently as she gave Jane the business. On the couch Ella and Serena were 69ing stretched out on their sides; as they were both blond and long, the effect was almost like watching twins go at it, except that Serena had shorter hair and was more muscular.
Out by the pool, Samantha Bowman was on her back on a deck chair, legs planted and pussy raised in the air. She was being forcefully tongue-fucked by Betty Ann Collins, who was kneeling on the concrete. As they watched Betty Ann reached one hand behind her, pulled the crotch of her bikini bottom aside, and used one hand to stroke her red-haired cunt.
Though Sara Valentine had met Samantha and Betty Ann at school, she didn’t recognize them from this angle; but the cheerleaders certainly did, and both immediately turned bright red. Despite everything, it seemed, they were still capable of being embarrassed by their mothers.
Kat was thrown enough that she forgot to introduce Sara to Jessica, so Jessica did it herself, and promptly took Sara by the hand and led her away. This left the two cheerleaders on their own. Kelly walked over to the recliner and leaned down to kiss Marie and suck her tits. Kat sat down on the couch next to Ella and Serena, initially just watching, entranced by their beauty and sensuality. But after a few minutes Ella lifted her head and leaned over to kiss Kat with lips tasting of Serena’s pussy. Soon Kat was naked and writhing in the embrace of the two blondes; meanwhile Kelly had climbed onto the recliner to lower her crotch onto Marie’s face.
In the bedroom, Jessica had quickly stripped Sara, dropping her blouse, bra, skirt, and panties into a pile on the floor. She pulled the teacher to her and kissed her hard, groping her everywhere, squeezing her tits, pinching her nipples, and sliding a hand between her thighs. Abruptly Jessica spun Sara 180 degrees and pulled her hands together behind her back; removing the belt from her robe, Jessica used it to tie Sara’s hands together, letting the robe fall open. Spinning Sara back around, Jessica guided her to her knees and tilted her head upward, feeding her one breast, then the other. A minute later Sara found her face covered with Jessica’s wet pussy, which she serviced without hesitation.
* * *
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.
.
Sunday, August 26, 2012
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.
* * *
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.
* * *
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.
.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 43
On the way home from school, still in uniform, Olivia stopped by the grocery store to pick up a few things. In the produce aisle she was surprised to see a familiar face: Gina Moretti, a former neighbor who had hired Olivia to babysit several times. That had been four or five years before; around that time the family had moved across town to a bigger house, and Olivia hadn’t seen them since.
“Hi, Mrs. Moretti,” chirped Olivia.
“Olivia! My goodness, haven’t you turned out to be a beautiful young lady.” When they’d last met, Olivia had been a skinny adolescent; now she looked like a woman, and the cheerleading outfit made it hard to miss the fact that she was very well-constructed, with a classic hourglass shape and long, strong legs.
“Thanks, Mrs. M.”
“I think you can call me Gina now.”
Olivia didn’t remember Gina Moretti being this sexy: long dark hair, dark eyes, and a very curvy figure. Of course, she saw things through a very different lens nowadays. They talked for a few minutes until Gina checked her watch and said, “I have to go pick my youngest up from soccer. Listen, why don’t you come out to the house and have dinner and we’ll catch up? How’s Friday?”
“OK,” said Olivia, and they exchanged numbers and parted ways. The encounter stuck in Olivia’s mind for a while. Mrs. Moretti had looked her up and down in a way that seemed less than casual... or was it her imagination?
* * *
Tuesday morning Marie got a call from Serena. Was she interested in another yoga class, on the house this time?
Of course she was. She made some calls and early that afternoon the ladies started arriving... first Samantha and Betty Ann, then Janice, and finally Ella, who was knocking on the door just as Serena pulled up. At Jessica’s direction they moved some furniture around to make room, and a few minutes later everyone was naked, the first hints of sweat glistening on their skin as Serena led them through some warm-up poses.
* * *
For days now Serena had been thinking of nothing but this moment. After leaving Jessica’s she had wandered around in a blissful daze for hours. She’d had plenty of sex in her life, with both men and women, but never before had she experienced this particular kind of pleasure. On the one hand it was so kinky and decadent, on the other hand so easy and free — there were no emotional hang-ups, just the pursuit of maximum satisfaction.
And this woman Jessica was so magnetic — it was an experience just to be in her presence. Plus there was the mystery of her bald slave girl and French servant; what was that all about? And of course there was Samantha, who had orchestrated the whole thing. Serena had always assumed that she was an average suburban housewife — but obviously there was more to the story.
It excited Serena to learn that this wild lesbian underground had been happening so close by, just out of sight. And she had the feeling she had just scratched the surface. She was eager to learn more, but she had to leave the next morning for the long drive to her family home for Thanksgiving.
The whole long weekend she was in a distracted fog, flashing back to her day at Jessica’s, wondering what it would be like the next time (there would be a next time, she was sure of that). More than once her mother had asked if she was OK, and she just smiled mysteriously and said that she was.
After arriving back home she had waited impatiently for some word from Samantha or Marie. She knew that she had a lot to offer — she was a skilled teacher, and had no false modesty about her own beauty. But she was probably in more of a hurry than they were, and after waiting for what seemed like an eternity, she decided on the direct approach. And now here she was — facing a line of lovely naked bodies lit by sunlight streaming in from the big window facing the pool.
* * *
After a series of balancing poses, Serena announced that they would need partners for the next few exercises. Taking charge, Jessica paired off Samantha and Janice and took Betty as her own partner. Ella was tapped to help Serena demonstrate the poses; that left Marie without a partner, so Jane, who had been watching quietly from a corner, was now allowed to participate. Marie looked momentarily put out over this development, but knew better than to open her mouth.
Serena and Ella faced each other, put their palms together, and bent forward. For awhile everyone just watched; the sight of the two statuesque blondes together, butts sticking out and breasts hanging, was hard to tear your eyes away from. But eventually the other three pairs mirrored the pose. Next Serena and Ella turned to face opposite directions, pressing their rear ends together, and bent forward so they were looking through their legs at each other. Then they grabbed each other’s shoulders to accentuate the stretch.
The heat in the room was beginning to rise now, both literally and figuratively. For the next pose Serena and Ella laid on their mats face-up with the tops of their heads touching. Gripping each other with their arms, they lifted their legs up over their heads and back to form a sort of square. In this position their crotches were straight up in the air, exposing two pairs of pink lips framed with blond hair. The others did their best to replicate the pose, but it wasn’t easy, especially since they were finding it harder and harder to concentrate.
Untangling themselves, Serena and Ella sat cross-legged on their mats facing each other. They were both slightly sweaty, breathing deeply, flushed, their nipples standing up straight. At Serena’s behest, Ella bent forward over her folded legs until she was able to clasp her hands together behind Serena’s back. In this position her head was between Serena’s thighs just above the knees. Inching forward slightly, Serena placed one foot on each of Ella’s thighs and stretched out across Ella until her breasts were pressed against Ella’s back. None of the other ladies moved a muscle to try to follow suit; instead they just watched, totally enraptured by the physical poetry in front of them.
Extending further, Serena placed one hand on each of Ella’s butt cheeks and pulled her closer; her head was now just inches from the shining prize between Serena’s legs. Ella reached out her tongue and ran it across Serena’s muscular, fully flexed thigh. There was a collective intake of breath in the room as the thigh quivered visibly. Closing her eyes, concentrating fully, Serena helped Ella to stretch slowly until she was able to glide the tip of her tongue along the opening between Serena’s pussy lips.
Soon all pretense of the yoga class was abandoned, although some unusual poses did ensue. The festivities continued late into the afternoon, leaving everyone stretched, toned, and thoroughly satisfied.
.
* * *
Tuesday morning Marie got a call from Serena. Was she interested in another yoga class, on the house this time?
Of course she was. She made some calls and early that afternoon the ladies started arriving... first Samantha and Betty Ann, then Janice, and finally Ella, who was knocking on the door just as Serena pulled up. At Jessica’s direction they moved some furniture around to make room, and a few minutes later everyone was naked, the first hints of sweat glistening on their skin as Serena led them through some warm-up poses.
* * *
For days now Serena had been thinking of nothing but this moment. After leaving Jessica’s she had wandered around in a blissful daze for hours. She’d had plenty of sex in her life, with both men and women, but never before had she experienced this particular kind of pleasure. On the one hand it was so kinky and decadent, on the other hand so easy and free — there were no emotional hang-ups, just the pursuit of maximum satisfaction.
And this woman Jessica was so magnetic — it was an experience just to be in her presence. Plus there was the mystery of her bald slave girl and French servant; what was that all about? And of course there was Samantha, who had orchestrated the whole thing. Serena had always assumed that she was an average suburban housewife — but obviously there was more to the story.
It excited Serena to learn that this wild lesbian underground had been happening so close by, just out of sight. And she had the feeling she had just scratched the surface. She was eager to learn more, but she had to leave the next morning for the long drive to her family home for Thanksgiving.
The whole long weekend she was in a distracted fog, flashing back to her day at Jessica’s, wondering what it would be like the next time (there would be a next time, she was sure of that). More than once her mother had asked if she was OK, and she just smiled mysteriously and said that she was.
After arriving back home she had waited impatiently for some word from Samantha or Marie. She knew that she had a lot to offer — she was a skilled teacher, and had no false modesty about her own beauty. But she was probably in more of a hurry than they were, and after waiting for what seemed like an eternity, she decided on the direct approach. And now here she was — facing a line of lovely naked bodies lit by sunlight streaming in from the big window facing the pool.
* * *
After a series of balancing poses, Serena announced that they would need partners for the next few exercises. Taking charge, Jessica paired off Samantha and Janice and took Betty as her own partner. Ella was tapped to help Serena demonstrate the poses; that left Marie without a partner, so Jane, who had been watching quietly from a corner, was now allowed to participate. Marie looked momentarily put out over this development, but knew better than to open her mouth.
Serena and Ella faced each other, put their palms together, and bent forward. For awhile everyone just watched; the sight of the two statuesque blondes together, butts sticking out and breasts hanging, was hard to tear your eyes away from. But eventually the other three pairs mirrored the pose. Next Serena and Ella turned to face opposite directions, pressing their rear ends together, and bent forward so they were looking through their legs at each other. Then they grabbed each other’s shoulders to accentuate the stretch.
The heat in the room was beginning to rise now, both literally and figuratively. For the next pose Serena and Ella laid on their mats face-up with the tops of their heads touching. Gripping each other with their arms, they lifted their legs up over their heads and back to form a sort of square. In this position their crotches were straight up in the air, exposing two pairs of pink lips framed with blond hair. The others did their best to replicate the pose, but it wasn’t easy, especially since they were finding it harder and harder to concentrate.
Untangling themselves, Serena and Ella sat cross-legged on their mats facing each other. They were both slightly sweaty, breathing deeply, flushed, their nipples standing up straight. At Serena’s behest, Ella bent forward over her folded legs until she was able to clasp her hands together behind Serena’s back. In this position her head was between Serena’s thighs just above the knees. Inching forward slightly, Serena placed one foot on each of Ella’s thighs and stretched out across Ella until her breasts were pressed against Ella’s back. None of the other ladies moved a muscle to try to follow suit; instead they just watched, totally enraptured by the physical poetry in front of them.
Extending further, Serena placed one hand on each of Ella’s butt cheeks and pulled her closer; her head was now just inches from the shining prize between Serena’s legs. Ella reached out her tongue and ran it across Serena’s muscular, fully flexed thigh. There was a collective intake of breath in the room as the thigh quivered visibly. Closing her eyes, concentrating fully, Serena helped Ella to stretch slowly until she was able to glide the tip of her tongue along the opening between Serena’s pussy lips.
Soon all pretense of the yoga class was abandoned, although some unusual poses did ensue. The festivities continued late into the afternoon, leaving everyone stretched, toned, and thoroughly satisfied.
.
Monday, June 20, 2011
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 36
Pulling off her light dress – underneath which she was wearing nothing – Samantha stepped toward Serena, who looked up at her somewhat blankly, as if stunned by what had just occurred. It took Serena a few seconds to recognize Samantha, and a few seconds more to connect the dots and realize that she had been set up. Not that she minded.
Samantha drank in the spectacle of the yoga teacher’s naked body, which she had longed to see for so many months. It had been just after the previous Thanksgiving that Samantha had first visited the local yoga studio and been captivated by what she saw there. And thanks to her faithful attendance at Serena’s class ever since, Samantha felt great confidence in the body that she was now displaying.
Serena, for her part, couldn’t help but feel proud of the strong lines that composed the older woman’s shape. This was her handiwork. Only her eyes moved as Samantha walked all the way around to where Serena’s head was and knelt down. She leaned over Serena upside-down and lowered her lips slowly to meet the yoga teacher’s. Marie looked on with satisfaction as the two shared a long, wet, probing kiss in this position; she thought briefly of Spider-man and Mary Jane.
Samantha pushed one nipple into Serena’s mouth and stretched out to finally taste those wonderful breasts she’d been staring at for so long. They tasted better than she could have imagined; a mixture of soap, sweat, sugar, and spice. The two blondes went at it like this for a long time, suckling away like two kittens. Marie had begun to masturbate, awed by the genuine passion on display here. Next Samantha started making her way down, tracing her lips along Serena’s body all the way as Serena’s tongue extended to glide along Samantha’s skin. Then suddenly they were furiously 69ing, tongues and fingers plunging in and out of wet holes as they gripped each other tightly.
Marie said a little prayer for being so fortunate as to witness this, then began to tremble with a colossal orgasm just as the same thing happened to the two women in front of her. She saw both their bodies tense, shiver, and relax. Samantha collapsed, resting her full weight on Serena, and they both just lay there for a minute. They didn’t move from that position, though, just resumed licking each other more gently and playfully. Marie watched them for a while then left the room; no one noticed she was gone until Samantha happened to look up and see her standing over them stroking a big black strap-on.
Moments later the strap-on was in Samantha’s mouth, and from there it went to Serena’s pussy, to Serena’s mouth, to Samantha’s pussy, and back to Samantha’s mouth again. That was when they heard the lock turn in the front door, and a moment later Jessica appeared, followed by Jane. Everything stopped for a moment as Jessica stood looking down at them, Samantha straddling Serena’s face with a mouthful of plastic cock.
Jessica checked her watch and addressed Marie. “Aren’t you supposed to be cooking right now?”
Marie looked at Jessica sheepishly as she pulled the strap-on from between Samantha’s lips. “There’s still plenty of time.”
“Get your ass in the kitchen,” said Jessica sternly.
“Yes, ma’am,” mumbled Marie as she removed the strap-on and handed it to Jessica, pulled on her robe, and went to the kitchen.
“Hi Jess,” said Samantha.
“Sam,” replied Jessica as Samantha stood up to reveal a very surprised-looking Serena. “Who’s this?”
“This is Serena,” answered Samantha. “My yoga teacher.”
“Oh, right!” said Jessica. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“Really?” Serena’s face had turned bright red with embarrassment. Here she was on the floor in front of two fully clothed strangers, naked, her face covered in pussy juice.
“Yes, it’s nice to meet you finally.” She looked Serena up and down. “Sam was not lying about you.”
Samantha and Serena shared a look. “I may have mentioned to her once or twice how beautiful you are,” explained Samantha.
“Or a hundred,” Jessica interjected. “Well, we’ve had a long drive, and I’m ready for a drink. Serena, you’re welcome to join us if you’d like.”
Jane served Jessica, Samantha, and Serena martinis by the poolside. After some initial hesitation Serena had decided what the hell – what was the point in being shy now? (Though she did take a few seconds to put her clothes on.) And something about this woman Jessica immediately got her attention.
Samantha left after one drink, saying that she had things to do at home. Jane disappeared briefly and when she returned with a second round for Jessica and Serena, her wig and clothes were gone. Bald and naked, she knelt at her mistress’s feet, resting her head on Jessica’s lap. Jessica absentmindedly stroked the stubbly growth on Jane’s head as she tried to focus on what Serena was saying, something about a popular book of the moment. It was hard not to be distracted by the yoga teacher’s ridiculously pneumatic physique. Finally, Jessica just blurted out two words: “Your tits.”
Serena stopped in midsentence. “Um... what about them?”
“They’re magnificent,” said Jessica. “Are they real?”
Normally Serena would have been taken aback by such a question. But Jessica’s curiosity was real; there was no hint of judgment in her voice. “They are, as a matter of fact.”
“Could I see them again?”
Serena didn’t know what to say to such a baldfaced request. Knocking back the last of her drink, she shucked off her top and let her breasts hang loose.
Jessica whispered something into the ear of Jane, who then walked on her knees over to where Serena sat. Jane began to suck and lick the yoga teacher’s generous globes as her mistress looked on happily. After enjoying Serena’s breasts for a good long time, Jane pulled off Serena’s yoga pants, spread her legs, and went to work between them.
Serena closed her eyes for a minute, savoring the feeling of Jane’s tongue exploring her, and when she opened them again Jessica was leaning against the table, naked from the waist down, legs slightly parted. Jessica reached out one hand and began guiding Serena’s head toward her crotch. A smaller or less flexible woman wouldn’t have made it, but by extending as far as she could Serena was able to reach Jessica’s pussy with her long tongue.
Watching this from the kitchen window as she pulled the guts from a turkey, Marie fumed silently.
.
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 35
Marie had poured her morning coffee, but not yet begun to drink it, when there was a knock at the door that sounded like thunder in her ears. She was a little hung over, having indulged in more than a bottle of expensive French wine the night before in her mistress’s absence. Moving as quickly as she could, lest the knock come again, she went to the door. Opening it she found Samantha Bowman, looking annoyingly chipper and put-together for this hour of the morning.
She motioned soundlessly for Samantha to enter, led her to the kitchen, and gestured toward the coffee. “No thanks,” said Samantha. “I only have a few minutes. Is Jessica around?”
Sipping her coffee, Marie shook her head. “Stayed in the city last night.”
“Oh.” Samantha sounded disappointed. “Well, I guess it’ll have to wait.”
Marie held the cup in both hands and took a long, slow pull. Already her head was starting to clear a little. “What did you want to talk to her about?”
“My yoga teacher.”
“What about her?”
“She’s the most exquisite creature I’ve ever seen. Six feet tall, blonde, ripped, tits till Tuesday... but I can’t figure out how to approach her.”
“Hmm,” purred Marie, sipping, the wheels already starting to turn in her head. “What’s her name?”
* * *
Serena was usually completely self-assured, but she was a little nervous as she approached the house. There had been something mysterious and alluring in the voice of the woman who had called her that morning, offering a very nice sum for a private yoga lesson. It wasn’t just the French accent, though that certainly helped... everything that came out of her mouth sounded sexy, even when she was giving the address.
Maybe I’m a little oversensitized, Serena thought. She hadn’t been in a relationship for a while, since her last boyfriend turned out to be a lying, manipulative asshole masquerading as a spiritual, sensitive type. This had shaken her to the core, though outwardly it would have been hard to tell. She’d been celibate since then, for the longest period in her adult life. She was ready to change that, but men were often intimidated by her and rarely made an approach. She’d thought about a few of the women in her class – some of them were tremendously sexy, and Serena had been bisexual since her teens – but she was reluctant to cross that line.
When she rang the doorbell, it was answered by a very attractive young brunette in a white bathrobe. “Serena?”
It was the woman she’d talked to on the phone; even from a single word, there was no mistaking it. “Are you Marie?”
“Oui,” answered the brunette coquettishly. “Entrez.”
As Serena strode down the hallway into the house, Marie lagged behind for a moment to check her out from behind. She could see why Samantha had been so worked up – Serena was a remarkable specimen, and the tight yoga clothes certainly accentuated her magnificent shape. Marie led the yoga teacher to the living room, where she had cleared out a space sufficient for physical activity.
“Do you have any injuries or restrictions I need to know about?” Serena asked. “Any special requests?”
“Well, just one,” answered Marie, a wry smile bending one corner of her mouth. “I really prefer to work out in the nude. Would that be OK?”
Taken off guard, Serena swallowed hard and didn't respond for a few seconds.
“You wouldn’t have to, of course,” Marie reassured her. “Unless you wanted to.”
“Hmm,” said Serena finally. “I guess that would be OK. The customer is always right... right?”
Marie giggled agreeably and without another word untied the sash of her robe, slipped it off, and dropped it on the couch. She was naked underneath, freshly powdered, shaved, and trimmed in all the appropriate places. “So what should I do?"
Unrolling the mat she’d brought with her, Serena placed it on the ground a few feet from the one Marie had laid out and began the routine. She tried not to be distracted by Marie’s naked body, by her breasts hanging down, by the occasional flash of pink between her legs; but it wasn’t easy.
Soon Serena found herself working up a serious sweat, which was only partly due to the fact that Marie had intentionally raised the temperature in the house up near 90. Feeling the beginning of the lovely endorphin rush she always got from yoga, Serena soon threw caution to the wind and stripped off her top. Her breasts took Marie’s breath away; they were enormous but firm and supple, clearly natural from the way they moved. Marie tried her best not to stare, but it was hard.
In a few minutes both women were nude, and the subtle glances had been replaced by full-on mutual ogling. When they did a pose where they balanced on one leg, Marie held it for a few seconds, then lost her balance. As she fell she grabbed on to Serena for support, and without conscious intent ended up with a handful of the taller woman’s breast. That did it; a moment later Serena had wrapped her arms around the smaller woman and Marie was standing on her tiptoes to stick her tongue into Serena’s mouth.
After a couple minutes of this torrid and sweaty embrace, Marie pulled away just enough to get her mouth on Serena’s boobs, as she’d been waiting to do for what seemed like hours. She only had to lean over slightly. She hungrily suckled the blonde’s nipples, then stretched her mouth to get as much soft flesh in her mouth as possible.
There was no point in stopping there. Marie continued making her way down the yoga teacher’s long, lean body, licking beads of sweat from Serena’s belly, then dropping to her knees. With her excellent balance, Serena was easily able to shift her stance so Marie could get between her legs and lap up the nectar dripping between them.
Gripping Serena’s firm thighs, Marie nuzzled into the blonde’s soft curls and began to suck her clit. Serena’s thighs started to quake as the leading edge of an orgasm rippled through her and she let out a long, guttural moan. Now it was Serena’s turn to hold on to Marie for support as her legs turned to jelly and she sank to her knees, then a sitting position, and finally just lay back on her mat breathing hard and staring at the ceiling. She hadn’t come like that in... God knows how long.
“That was amazing,” croaked Serena, but Marie had already gone to the kitchen. She returned a minute later with two bottles of ice-cold water. Handing one to Serena, who just held it against her forehead without opening it, Marie uncapped hers and sat down to drink. Just then the sliding door to the pool opened, and in stepped Samantha Bowman, who for some time had been watching from the shadows.
“Am I late for class?” asked Samantha.
.
She motioned soundlessly for Samantha to enter, led her to the kitchen, and gestured toward the coffee. “No thanks,” said Samantha. “I only have a few minutes. Is Jessica around?”
Sipping her coffee, Marie shook her head. “Stayed in the city last night.”
“Oh.” Samantha sounded disappointed. “Well, I guess it’ll have to wait.”
Marie held the cup in both hands and took a long, slow pull. Already her head was starting to clear a little. “What did you want to talk to her about?”
“My yoga teacher.”
“What about her?”
“She’s the most exquisite creature I’ve ever seen. Six feet tall, blonde, ripped, tits till Tuesday... but I can’t figure out how to approach her.”
“Hmm,” purred Marie, sipping, the wheels already starting to turn in her head. “What’s her name?”
* * *
Serena was usually completely self-assured, but she was a little nervous as she approached the house. There had been something mysterious and alluring in the voice of the woman who had called her that morning, offering a very nice sum for a private yoga lesson. It wasn’t just the French accent, though that certainly helped... everything that came out of her mouth sounded sexy, even when she was giving the address.
Maybe I’m a little oversensitized, Serena thought. She hadn’t been in a relationship for a while, since her last boyfriend turned out to be a lying, manipulative asshole masquerading as a spiritual, sensitive type. This had shaken her to the core, though outwardly it would have been hard to tell. She’d been celibate since then, for the longest period in her adult life. She was ready to change that, but men were often intimidated by her and rarely made an approach. She’d thought about a few of the women in her class – some of them were tremendously sexy, and Serena had been bisexual since her teens – but she was reluctant to cross that line.
When she rang the doorbell, it was answered by a very attractive young brunette in a white bathrobe. “Serena?”
It was the woman she’d talked to on the phone; even from a single word, there was no mistaking it. “Are you Marie?”
“Oui,” answered the brunette coquettishly. “Entrez.”
As Serena strode down the hallway into the house, Marie lagged behind for a moment to check her out from behind. She could see why Samantha had been so worked up – Serena was a remarkable specimen, and the tight yoga clothes certainly accentuated her magnificent shape. Marie led the yoga teacher to the living room, where she had cleared out a space sufficient for physical activity.
“Do you have any injuries or restrictions I need to know about?” Serena asked. “Any special requests?”
“Well, just one,” answered Marie, a wry smile bending one corner of her mouth. “I really prefer to work out in the nude. Would that be OK?”
Taken off guard, Serena swallowed hard and didn't respond for a few seconds.
“You wouldn’t have to, of course,” Marie reassured her. “Unless you wanted to.”
“Hmm,” said Serena finally. “I guess that would be OK. The customer is always right... right?”
Marie giggled agreeably and without another word untied the sash of her robe, slipped it off, and dropped it on the couch. She was naked underneath, freshly powdered, shaved, and trimmed in all the appropriate places. “So what should I do?"
Unrolling the mat she’d brought with her, Serena placed it on the ground a few feet from the one Marie had laid out and began the routine. She tried not to be distracted by Marie’s naked body, by her breasts hanging down, by the occasional flash of pink between her legs; but it wasn’t easy.
Soon Serena found herself working up a serious sweat, which was only partly due to the fact that Marie had intentionally raised the temperature in the house up near 90. Feeling the beginning of the lovely endorphin rush she always got from yoga, Serena soon threw caution to the wind and stripped off her top. Her breasts took Marie’s breath away; they were enormous but firm and supple, clearly natural from the way they moved. Marie tried her best not to stare, but it was hard.
In a few minutes both women were nude, and the subtle glances had been replaced by full-on mutual ogling. When they did a pose where they balanced on one leg, Marie held it for a few seconds, then lost her balance. As she fell she grabbed on to Serena for support, and without conscious intent ended up with a handful of the taller woman’s breast. That did it; a moment later Serena had wrapped her arms around the smaller woman and Marie was standing on her tiptoes to stick her tongue into Serena’s mouth.
After a couple minutes of this torrid and sweaty embrace, Marie pulled away just enough to get her mouth on Serena’s boobs, as she’d been waiting to do for what seemed like hours. She only had to lean over slightly. She hungrily suckled the blonde’s nipples, then stretched her mouth to get as much soft flesh in her mouth as possible.
There was no point in stopping there. Marie continued making her way down the yoga teacher’s long, lean body, licking beads of sweat from Serena’s belly, then dropping to her knees. With her excellent balance, Serena was easily able to shift her stance so Marie could get between her legs and lap up the nectar dripping between them.
Gripping Serena’s firm thighs, Marie nuzzled into the blonde’s soft curls and began to suck her clit. Serena’s thighs started to quake as the leading edge of an orgasm rippled through her and she let out a long, guttural moan. Now it was Serena’s turn to hold on to Marie for support as her legs turned to jelly and she sank to her knees, then a sitting position, and finally just lay back on her mat breathing hard and staring at the ceiling. She hadn’t come like that in... God knows how long.
“That was amazing,” croaked Serena, but Marie had already gone to the kitchen. She returned a minute later with two bottles of ice-cold water. Handing one to Serena, who just held it against her forehead without opening it, Marie uncapped hers and sat down to drink. Just then the sliding door to the pool opened, and in stepped Samantha Bowman, who for some time had been watching from the shadows.
“Am I late for class?” asked Samantha.
.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)