Tara leaned back, still holding Olivia’s pigtails, and let her legs splay open. She gasped as Olivia’s tongue entered her, and looked out at the sea of faces below. She could hardly believe she was doing this, but there was no denying that her pussy was as wet as it had ever been.
Claire pulled her dress up over her head and off. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath except an enormous black strap-on, which she took in one hand and pointed toward the crowd. Grinning devilishly, she put a finger to her mouth to indicate silence, and moved over behind Olivia.
Olivia, her head buried in Tara’s crotch, was genuinely surprised when she felt the dildo push into her; they hadn’t worked out all the details ahead of time. She looked back over her shoulder at Claire, wide-eyed, her mouth formed into a perfect “O.” But then Tara tugged again on the pigtails, guiding Olivia’s head back between her legs.
Tara now gripped Olivia’s shoulders, grinding her pussy into Olivia’s face as Claire repeatedly slammed the strap-on home. This went on until Tara finally climaxed, whereupon she again took hold of Olivia’s pigtails, this time to pull her away.
Claire pulled out and Olivia — whose hands were still cuffed behind her back — had to sit back on her haunches to avoid losing her balance. From this position she really looked out at the audience for the first time. A sea of female faces were watching them raptly, every eye riveted on the stage. Clearly, their little show was having an effect. She saw one woman cupping another’s breasts from behind. Others were openly touching themselves; one had lifted her skirt, another had unbuttoned her jeans.
Claire and Tara, meanwhile, had switched places, Claire handing Tara the strap-on and sitting down in the chair when Tara vacated it. When Olivia turned back around, she was staring right into Claire’s glistening-wet, red-hair-fringed pussy. She licked her lips; it looked absolutely delicious, and Olivia knew that every woman watching wished they were in her place.
Olivia leaned forward and ran her tongue up the length of Claire’s slit, then kissed Claire’s clit and nuzzled her nose into the soft nest of pubic curls. She felt Tara’s hands on her hips, then bit her lip as the head of the dildo penetrated her. Soon she was lapping away eagerly at Claire’s cunt as Tara pounded into her from behind.
One of Tara’s hands slid down underneath Olivia, squeezed her breasts and nipples, traced down her belly, and crept between her legs. When Tara began to stroke her clit, Olivia could feel her orgasm approaching, but she tried to hold it off until she could finish with Claire. She focused on the unsexiest things she could think of while keeping her tongue moving.
When Claire began to spasm, clamping Olivia’s head between her thighs, Olivia let herself go. A wave of the purest ecstasy washed over her, permeating her from head to toe; she went completely limp. When Claire released her grip, Tara took hold of the chain connecting Olivia’s handcuffs to keep her from toppling over. As a loud round of applause sounded, Olivia blinked her eyes as if just waking up.
Standing, Claire helped Olivia to her feet, then eased her down into the chair. Claire and Tara had just knelt down between her spread legs when the curtain went down.
The ovation was thunderous. The three performers grinned at each other, glowing with post-orgasmic bliss and the excitement of what they’d just done. They were bonded together now in a new and different way.
Donna appeared from the wings, key in hand, and uncuffed Olivia. A minute later the curtain went up again and the three naked girls stood hand-in-hand with Olivia in the middle. They took a big bow to a chorus of cheers, whistles, and whoops. Then the curtain descended once more and they made their way down the hallway, still nude, to locate their street clothes.
After dressing they headed for the front door, in the process once again passing through the ballroom. The music had started again, and the party had started to transform into a general orgy; there was naked dancing, and clusters of bodies writhing left and right. But Claire, Tara, and Olivia agreed that they were done here; they weaved a serpentine path through the crowd toward the exit.
At a table that had been set up in the corner they saw Mimi, sitting smoking a small cigar, leaning back against the wall. Under the table a blond head bobbed between her legs. She locked eyes with Claire, then with Tara, then with Olivia. She inclined her head slightly toward each one, but no one attempted to speak over the loud background music. There was nothing to be said anyway; their business was concluded, at least for now.
Outside, they all piled into Claire’s car. It was freezing in there and they sat rubbing their hands together, teeth chattering, until the car finally warmed up. Then they made their way to Claire’s apartment, where they talked, laughed, drank, and fucked until dawn.
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Friday, July 29, 2016
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 140
Rose shivered visibly when Tanya’s tongue touched her, and Rebecca felt a
sympathetic vibration between her own legs. She reached down to touch
herself as Tanya began, somewhat awkwardly, to lick Rose’s pussy. There
was a look of intense concentration on Tanya’s face; she wanted very
sincerely to make Rose happy. Rebecca saw Rose’s petals part as Tanya’s
tongue slid between them, saw a look of dreamy distraction come over
Rose’s face.
For awhile time seemed to stop; it was quiet in the room with Tanya’s head bobbing up and down, back and forth as Rebecca watched with bated breath, fingering herself with one hand. The spell was broken when Tanya found Rose’s clit and she came explosively, body contorting as she gripped Tanya’s head between her thighs.
When Rose released her Tanya sat up and looked over at Rebecca as if seeking the younger woman’s approval. Stepping forward, Rebecca took Tanya’s chin in her hands and leaned down to kiss her, relishing the familiar taste of Rose’s pussy on her lips.
They changed positions as if choreographed, Rose standing up from the bed and Rebecca taking her place. Rebecca leaned back, letting her legs fall open, ready to receive the reward that she had earned.
* * *
Meanwhile, over at Mimi’s, Claire, Tara, and Olivia were getting ready to go on stage. There was a loud clamor coming from the waiting crowd, and Olivia found herself wondering what she’d gotten herself into. Her plan for the night had involved a little burglary, sure, and some sabotage — but not participating in a live sex show. Here she was, though, pussy throbbing as she anticipated what was about to happen.
They’d spent most of the last hour hashing out what they were going to do, then raiding Mimi’s extensive storeroom for an appropriate wardrobe. Mimi had wanted them to re-enact the photo shoot that had been the cause of this whole dustup — something that many of the women in the audience were already familiar with — but they rejected that idea out of hand. They discussed several different concepts but in the end decided on a scenario that Claire devised based on a dream she’d once had.
Olivia was dressed in a white blouse, white skirt, and white knee socks. Her hair was done up in pigtails, making her look even younger than she actually was. Claire and Tara were both wearing frilly, old-fashioned gowns that were tight around the waist and showed off their cleavage to nice effect. They had even enlisted Donna, the security guard, in the effort; she stood next to Olivia in her uniform, idly twirling a pair of handcuffs.
Mimi appeared and told Claire and Tara to take their places. They were sitting on matching plush chairs at stage right, fanning themselves, when the curtain went up. Donna, meanwhile, cuffed Olivia’s hands behind her back and picked up a handful of flowers that Mimi had sat down next to her.
From the audience’s perspective Donna and Olivia entered from the right, Donna leading the handcuffed girl with one hand, holding the flowers in the other. She steered Olivia across the stage and they stood in front of Tara and Claire.
“I found this one picking flowers out by the creek,” she said. “Again.”
Claire shook her head. “You just don’t learn, do you?” she said. Olivia looked down at the floor, refusing to meet Claire’s eyes or respond. “Leave her to us,” she said to Donna, who nodded and exited after sitting the flowers down on a table.
Standing, Claire walked over to Olivia, opened her blouse, and pinched each of her nipples. After slapping each breast and watching it jiggle, Claire spun Olivia around and bent her over the table. In this position her head was just inches away from the pile of flowers, which were a random assortment of different colors and varieties. “Whose flowers are these?” barked Claire.
“Yours, ma’am,” answered Olivia meekly.
“Goddamn right,” said Claire. “And what are you going to give me in return?”
“I... um...” stuttered Olivia. “Any... anything you want, ma’am.”
“You better believe it,” said Claire. She picked up a pink carnation and pushed the stem into Olivia’s mouth; Olivia obediently bit down on it, looking up meekly.
Tara, meanwhile, had picked up two riding crops that were leaning against the wall. She handed one to Claire, who reached down to lift Olivia’s skirt, revealing white cotton panties — which Claire now pulled down around the younger woman’s knees. “After you,” she said to Tara.
“No, after you,” insisted Tara.
“On three, then.” They positioned themselves on either side of Olivia, and when Claire counted three, they each brought their crop down on the nearest butt cheek. Olivia yelped and trembled. After that they began alternating blows, first Claire, than Tara, then Claire. The audience cheered and clapped every time one of the crops landed on Olivia’s rump; this egged them on, making them hit a little harder than they would have otherwise.
When Olivia’s ass was glowing a nice, warm red Claire and Tara dropped their crops. Tara pulled Olivia’s panties all the way down and off and kicked her feet apart so her legs were spread wide and her weight rested entirely on the table.
It was quiet in the room suddenly, as if everyone was holding their breath, waiting to see what would happen next. As a result, when Claire and Tara started to finger Olivia the squishing sounds that her pussy made were clearly audible, as were her soft, whimpering moans.
Tara fed Olivia fingers covered in her own juice as Claire dropped to her knees and penetrated the Asian girl with her tongue. Olivia’s moans grew deeper and louder and the crowd seemingly exhaled as one, murmurs of excitement rippling through the room. Playing to the crowd, Tara did a striptease, first revealing her breasts and pushing each one into Olivia’s mouth. Then she wriggled out of her dress and teasingly pulled off her panties.
Sitting down in one of the chairs at stage right, Tara spread her legs and began to touch herself as she watched Claire tongue-fuck Olivia. Soon Olivia had a massive, quivering orgasm, drawing a round of applause from the audience — surprising Olivia, who had closed her eyes and forgotten where she was and what she was doing, lost completely in a world of pleasure.
Claire stood Olivia up, led her over to where Tara sat, and pushed her down onto her knees. Olivia hesitated, suddenly aware of all the people looking at her. How had she come to be in this position — bound, exposed, performing depraved sexual acts for an audience of strangers?
Growing impatient, Tara took hold of Olivia’s pigtails and used them to pull Olivia’s head down into her crotch. Olivia had no choice but to stick her tongue out and get to work, and once she did, she discovered that Tara’s cunt was incredibly creamy and delicious. She began to lick it enthusiastically, again forgetting that anyone was watching.
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For awhile time seemed to stop; it was quiet in the room with Tanya’s head bobbing up and down, back and forth as Rebecca watched with bated breath, fingering herself with one hand. The spell was broken when Tanya found Rose’s clit and she came explosively, body contorting as she gripped Tanya’s head between her thighs.
When Rose released her Tanya sat up and looked over at Rebecca as if seeking the younger woman’s approval. Stepping forward, Rebecca took Tanya’s chin in her hands and leaned down to kiss her, relishing the familiar taste of Rose’s pussy on her lips.
They changed positions as if choreographed, Rose standing up from the bed and Rebecca taking her place. Rebecca leaned back, letting her legs fall open, ready to receive the reward that she had earned.
* * *
Meanwhile, over at Mimi’s, Claire, Tara, and Olivia were getting ready to go on stage. There was a loud clamor coming from the waiting crowd, and Olivia found herself wondering what she’d gotten herself into. Her plan for the night had involved a little burglary, sure, and some sabotage — but not participating in a live sex show. Here she was, though, pussy throbbing as she anticipated what was about to happen.
They’d spent most of the last hour hashing out what they were going to do, then raiding Mimi’s extensive storeroom for an appropriate wardrobe. Mimi had wanted them to re-enact the photo shoot that had been the cause of this whole dustup — something that many of the women in the audience were already familiar with — but they rejected that idea out of hand. They discussed several different concepts but in the end decided on a scenario that Claire devised based on a dream she’d once had.
Olivia was dressed in a white blouse, white skirt, and white knee socks. Her hair was done up in pigtails, making her look even younger than she actually was. Claire and Tara were both wearing frilly, old-fashioned gowns that were tight around the waist and showed off their cleavage to nice effect. They had even enlisted Donna, the security guard, in the effort; she stood next to Olivia in her uniform, idly twirling a pair of handcuffs.
Mimi appeared and told Claire and Tara to take their places. They were sitting on matching plush chairs at stage right, fanning themselves, when the curtain went up. Donna, meanwhile, cuffed Olivia’s hands behind her back and picked up a handful of flowers that Mimi had sat down next to her.
From the audience’s perspective Donna and Olivia entered from the right, Donna leading the handcuffed girl with one hand, holding the flowers in the other. She steered Olivia across the stage and they stood in front of Tara and Claire.
“I found this one picking flowers out by the creek,” she said. “Again.”
Claire shook her head. “You just don’t learn, do you?” she said. Olivia looked down at the floor, refusing to meet Claire’s eyes or respond. “Leave her to us,” she said to Donna, who nodded and exited after sitting the flowers down on a table.
Standing, Claire walked over to Olivia, opened her blouse, and pinched each of her nipples. After slapping each breast and watching it jiggle, Claire spun Olivia around and bent her over the table. In this position her head was just inches away from the pile of flowers, which were a random assortment of different colors and varieties. “Whose flowers are these?” barked Claire.
“Yours, ma’am,” answered Olivia meekly.
“Goddamn right,” said Claire. “And what are you going to give me in return?”
“I... um...” stuttered Olivia. “Any... anything you want, ma’am.”
“You better believe it,” said Claire. She picked up a pink carnation and pushed the stem into Olivia’s mouth; Olivia obediently bit down on it, looking up meekly.
Tara, meanwhile, had picked up two riding crops that were leaning against the wall. She handed one to Claire, who reached down to lift Olivia’s skirt, revealing white cotton panties — which Claire now pulled down around the younger woman’s knees. “After you,” she said to Tara.
“No, after you,” insisted Tara.
“On three, then.” They positioned themselves on either side of Olivia, and when Claire counted three, they each brought their crop down on the nearest butt cheek. Olivia yelped and trembled. After that they began alternating blows, first Claire, than Tara, then Claire. The audience cheered and clapped every time one of the crops landed on Olivia’s rump; this egged them on, making them hit a little harder than they would have otherwise.
When Olivia’s ass was glowing a nice, warm red Claire and Tara dropped their crops. Tara pulled Olivia’s panties all the way down and off and kicked her feet apart so her legs were spread wide and her weight rested entirely on the table.
It was quiet in the room suddenly, as if everyone was holding their breath, waiting to see what would happen next. As a result, when Claire and Tara started to finger Olivia the squishing sounds that her pussy made were clearly audible, as were her soft, whimpering moans.
Tara fed Olivia fingers covered in her own juice as Claire dropped to her knees and penetrated the Asian girl with her tongue. Olivia’s moans grew deeper and louder and the crowd seemingly exhaled as one, murmurs of excitement rippling through the room. Playing to the crowd, Tara did a striptease, first revealing her breasts and pushing each one into Olivia’s mouth. Then she wriggled out of her dress and teasingly pulled off her panties.
Sitting down in one of the chairs at stage right, Tara spread her legs and began to touch herself as she watched Claire tongue-fuck Olivia. Soon Olivia had a massive, quivering orgasm, drawing a round of applause from the audience — surprising Olivia, who had closed her eyes and forgotten where she was and what she was doing, lost completely in a world of pleasure.
Claire stood Olivia up, led her over to where Tara sat, and pushed her down onto her knees. Olivia hesitated, suddenly aware of all the people looking at her. How had she come to be in this position — bound, exposed, performing depraved sexual acts for an audience of strangers?
Growing impatient, Tara took hold of Olivia’s pigtails and used them to pull Olivia’s head down into her crotch. Olivia had no choice but to stick her tongue out and get to work, and once she did, she discovered that Tara’s cunt was incredibly creamy and delicious. She began to lick it enthusiastically, again forgetting that anyone was watching.
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Monday, July 4, 2016
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 138
Olivia raised her hands and backed into the room, followed by a security guard in a dark blue uniform with a pistol in one hand. The guard was a dark-haired woman with her hair pulled back into a tight bun and a solid, athletic physique. She gave off the vibe of someone who you didn’t want to mess with.
“Step away from the keyboard,” she said to Claire, and Claire complied, moving slowly and deliberately. The security guard reached for her collar and, activating her radio, mumbled a few words that were hard to make out.
Tara, who appeared to know the guard, held up both hands in a calming gesture. “Hold on a minute, Donna,” she said. “Nothing to get excited about.”
Donna shrugged. “I’m not excited. But you guys aren’t supposed to be in here. I have a job to do.”
A minute later Mimi appeared dressed in a kimono and looking annoyed. “I have two hundred guests upstairs,” she said as she came into the room. “What is it that requires my attention so urgently? I don’t have time—” Seeing Claire, Tara, and Olivia, she broke off in midsentence. “Oh, I see.”
“You’ve gone too far this time, Mimi,” said Tara.
“I thought you worked for me?” responded Mimi.
“You know you’re in the wrong,” said Claire. “Promises were made.”
Looking at Claire, then over at Olivia, Mimi said, “I can understand how you feel. But those pictures were just too good to keep to myself. You’ve seen them, you know.”
“Fair is fair,” answered Olivia.
Looking suddenly exasperated, Mimi snapped, “Be that as it may, I have a signed release, if you recall. I haven’t done anything illegal. You have. The sheriff is a friend of mine and if I asked him he’d be happy to arrest you for trespassing, computer espionage, and maybe one or two other things.” Claire started to protest and Mimi cut her off. “But as it happens I’m in the mood to make a deal.”
Indicating that Donna should lower her weapon, Mimi explained, “My live entertainment for tonight cancelled at the last minute, leaving me in a bit of a bind. Help me out with that and I’ll forget this ever happened.” Seeing the skeptical looks on the three girls’ faces, she added, “And I’ll take your pictures down. Permanently.”
Tara, Claire, and Olivia exchanged looks, unspoken thoughts passing between them. It was Claire who finally spoke up. “What would we have to do?”
* * *
Rebecca and Rose cuddled up together on one couch while Tanya stretched out on the other. The movie started kind of slowly, but there was something charged in the atmosphere that made all of three of them both nervous and excited to varying degrees.
Rebecca and Rose had never touched alcohol before, so they both got tipsy pretty quickly. They stared wide-eyed when the movie started to heat up, and it quickly became even more graphic than Rebecca had expected. When one of the girls onscreen sucked the other one’s breast while fingering her, then moved down between her legs, Rebecca felt the liquid gushing from her crotch. And it only got more explicit from there.
Tanya, meanwhile, was guzzling her wine at an accelerating pace and looking more and more anxious as the movie went on. When the girls in the movie 69ed while slapping each other’s butts, her conscience was telling her that this was inappropriate, that she should get up and stop the movie right now. But she just couldn’t bring herself to do it. It was like she was hypnotized, frozen in place.
Rebecca and Rose both occasionally looked over at their hostess to see how she was reacting; several times Rebecca whispered something into Rose’s ear and they both giggled. Tanya’s face was red and her nipples were hard, that much was clear even in the dimness.
When the movie was over, they all just sat in stunned silence for a minute. Then Tanya abruptly downed the last of her wine in a single big gulp and and stood up, looking a little unsteady on her feet. “I have to go to bed now,” she said, a little louder than necessary. “Good night.” Without looking at Rebecca and Rose. she turned on her heel and was gone.
Rebecca looked at Rose and shrugged. They seemed to have gotten under Tanya’s skin a little bit. She grabbed the remote control and started looking through the scene selections for the good parts.
Aroused and intoxicated, Rebecca and Rose quickly lost all their inhibitions. As they watched they began to shed their clothes right there in the living room, caressing, fondling, and fingering each other. Soon the air was heavy with the smell of sex, and the room was filled with moans — those coming from the TV and those coming from the two girls on the couch.
Rose leaned over to lick and suck Rebecca’s nipples, then rolled over onto her knees on the floor in front of the couch. Her head was buried in Rebecca’s crotch when Tanya reappeared in the room.
Rebecca’s eyes met Tanya’s and a look passed between them. Far from seeming embarrassed or ashamed, Rebecca’s gaze was steady and level. This is what’s happening, her eyes said — what are you going to do about it?
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“Step away from the keyboard,” she said to Claire, and Claire complied, moving slowly and deliberately. The security guard reached for her collar and, activating her radio, mumbled a few words that were hard to make out.
Tara, who appeared to know the guard, held up both hands in a calming gesture. “Hold on a minute, Donna,” she said. “Nothing to get excited about.”
Donna shrugged. “I’m not excited. But you guys aren’t supposed to be in here. I have a job to do.”
A minute later Mimi appeared dressed in a kimono and looking annoyed. “I have two hundred guests upstairs,” she said as she came into the room. “What is it that requires my attention so urgently? I don’t have time—” Seeing Claire, Tara, and Olivia, she broke off in midsentence. “Oh, I see.”
“You’ve gone too far this time, Mimi,” said Tara.
“I thought you worked for me?” responded Mimi.
“You know you’re in the wrong,” said Claire. “Promises were made.”
Looking at Claire, then over at Olivia, Mimi said, “I can understand how you feel. But those pictures were just too good to keep to myself. You’ve seen them, you know.”
“Fair is fair,” answered Olivia.
Looking suddenly exasperated, Mimi snapped, “Be that as it may, I have a signed release, if you recall. I haven’t done anything illegal. You have. The sheriff is a friend of mine and if I asked him he’d be happy to arrest you for trespassing, computer espionage, and maybe one or two other things.” Claire started to protest and Mimi cut her off. “But as it happens I’m in the mood to make a deal.”
Indicating that Donna should lower her weapon, Mimi explained, “My live entertainment for tonight cancelled at the last minute, leaving me in a bit of a bind. Help me out with that and I’ll forget this ever happened.” Seeing the skeptical looks on the three girls’ faces, she added, “And I’ll take your pictures down. Permanently.”
Tara, Claire, and Olivia exchanged looks, unspoken thoughts passing between them. It was Claire who finally spoke up. “What would we have to do?”
* * *
Rebecca and Rose cuddled up together on one couch while Tanya stretched out on the other. The movie started kind of slowly, but there was something charged in the atmosphere that made all of three of them both nervous and excited to varying degrees.
Rebecca and Rose had never touched alcohol before, so they both got tipsy pretty quickly. They stared wide-eyed when the movie started to heat up, and it quickly became even more graphic than Rebecca had expected. When one of the girls onscreen sucked the other one’s breast while fingering her, then moved down between her legs, Rebecca felt the liquid gushing from her crotch. And it only got more explicit from there.
Tanya, meanwhile, was guzzling her wine at an accelerating pace and looking more and more anxious as the movie went on. When the girls in the movie 69ed while slapping each other’s butts, her conscience was telling her that this was inappropriate, that she should get up and stop the movie right now. But she just couldn’t bring herself to do it. It was like she was hypnotized, frozen in place.
Rebecca and Rose both occasionally looked over at their hostess to see how she was reacting; several times Rebecca whispered something into Rose’s ear and they both giggled. Tanya’s face was red and her nipples were hard, that much was clear even in the dimness.
When the movie was over, they all just sat in stunned silence for a minute. Then Tanya abruptly downed the last of her wine in a single big gulp and and stood up, looking a little unsteady on her feet. “I have to go to bed now,” she said, a little louder than necessary. “Good night.” Without looking at Rebecca and Rose. she turned on her heel and was gone.
Rebecca looked at Rose and shrugged. They seemed to have gotten under Tanya’s skin a little bit. She grabbed the remote control and started looking through the scene selections for the good parts.
Aroused and intoxicated, Rebecca and Rose quickly lost all their inhibitions. As they watched they began to shed their clothes right there in the living room, caressing, fondling, and fingering each other. Soon the air was heavy with the smell of sex, and the room was filled with moans — those coming from the TV and those coming from the two girls on the couch.
Rose leaned over to lick and suck Rebecca’s nipples, then rolled over onto her knees on the floor in front of the couch. Her head was buried in Rebecca’s crotch when Tanya reappeared in the room.
Rebecca’s eyes met Tanya’s and a look passed between them. Far from seeming embarrassed or ashamed, Rebecca’s gaze was steady and level. This is what’s happening, her eyes said — what are you going to do about it?
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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.
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By the time she’d gotten her chai and sat down, Claire felt better. Tara was looking spectacularly beautiful, and Olivia was not too hard on the eyes either. This reminded her of why she was there.
“So what did Mimi say?” asked Claire.
“She said she didn’t know what I was talking about,” said Tara, shaking her head. “She’s not a very good liar. I tried to show her the website but she said she had a meeting to get to.”
“So what can we do?” inquired Olivia.
Tara sipped her coffee. “I have an idea. Mimi’s having a New Year’s Eve Eve party tonight. You guys should come.”
“Why on Earth would we want to do that?” said Claire.
“Well, everyone will be distracted. I could get us into the computer room.”
Claire immediately knew what Tara was thinking. Tara wasn’t very good with computers, but she was. She even knew most of Mimi’s passwords. “And I could delete the files.”
Tara nodded. They spent the next half-hour planning; Olivia insisted that she was coming along, though the others tried to talk her out of it. “No way I’m letting you guys take all the risk,” said Olivia. “I’m in.”
* * *
Kat and Samantha returned home late that afternoon, having left the men in their family to a weekend of football-watching. The minute they hit the outskirts of town, Kat was texting Kelly; she was eager to see her friend, and she had an itch that needed scratching.
Stopping at home only long enough to drop off her suitcase and kiss her mother goodbye, Kat made her way on foot to Kelly’s house, pussy tingling as she thought of how she was going to tear Kelly’s clothes off. About halfway there she looked up and saw a familiar face behind the wheel of a car going by: Betty Ann Collins, on her way to see Samantha.
Kat smiled. Apparently both the mothers and the daughters would be enjoying some intimate moments that afternoon.
* * *
Lexi, in a restless mood, decided to go down to the yoga studio for the 5 PM class. Serena was teaching, and Annalise was there too. In fact the studio was full of beautiful women and Lexi, who’d been feeling horny already, found herself very distracted. She kept forgetting what pose she was doing as she looked at the gorgeous bodies all around her, always returning to the lithe, statuesque form of Serena — who she at least had an excuse to be staring at.
Annalise, too, looked fantastic; all the yoga she’d been doing lately had tightened and toned her. After class, Lexi went to talk to Serena and Annalise, practically begging them to come over for dinner that night. After consulting, they agreed, and Lexi walked away happy, her mind a whirl of plans and plots.
* * *
At Jessica’s house, things were happening. She’d woken up that day feeling inspired, energized, and full of ideas.
Over breakfast she announced that the next day they would be throwing a massive, blowout New Year’s Eve party. Afterward she sent Marie and Jane to the grocery store for supplies and started texting and emailing invitations. In the afternoon she herself made a trip to the liquor store, stocking up on everything that people could possibly want to drink, from Champagne, beer, and wine to whiskey, vodka, and tequila. She also splurged on a significant amount of caviar.
That evening, Jessica decided, they would make a little home movie.
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Thursday, August 13, 2015
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 115
Mimi’s limo arrived to pick up Jessica, Jane, and Marie at about 8:30, only a little late. As the three of them swept through the lobby in their fur coats, drawing admiring stares from everyone they passed, Jessica felt like the queen of the world. She even waved regally at Josie behind the front desk; Josie waved back enthusiastically and then looked away, embarrassed.
A light snow was falling as they exited the hotel. There was no missing the limo waiting for them – it was the biggest and, somehow, the blackest that Jessica had ever seen. The driver, an enormous African-American man – at least 6 foot 6 – nodded to them and opened the door.
The three of them sat down facing the rear of the vehicle, opposite Mimi, Tara, and Blondie. Settling back into her seat – the leather was the softest she’d ever felt – Jessica suddenly found herself feeling unesy. It was like this was all too much – too decadent, beyond the pale. It was just wrong somehow. But they were here now, the car was pulling out onto the street, so she shook it off.
They all had a cocktail, and then another, as the limo left the city and cruised down a dark, tree-lined highway. Jessica had no idea where they were going, and this bothered her a little bit; she liked to be in control of these kinds of things. She could have checked her phone but made a conscious decision not to – instead she concentrated on her cool, delicious beverage and the five beautiful women she was with. Tara, in particular, looked extremely fetching that night in a chic black dress that showed off her lovely shoulders.
In her mind’s eye Jessica pictured Tara dropping to her knees, crawling across the floor of the limo, and diving between Jessica’s legs. She probably could have made this fantasy a reality by opening her mouth and asking. But at the moment she was content just to imagine, let her mind wander.
By Jessica’s reckoning it was just under an hour later when they made their way down a long, meandering driveway to an imposing old mansion – dating from the 1930s, she guessed. It looked like something out of The Great Gatsby.
After leaving the limo they climbed a flight of stairs to the front door, which was flanked by two imposing-looking men in suits and sunglasses. Mimi nodded to them and the one on the left moved his head, just barely visibly, in response. Apparently they were expected.
In the expansive foyer they were greeted by a glamorous-looking redhead in an old-fashioned red gown. She was tall to begin with and was wearing extremely high heels, so she towered over all of them, smiling pleasantly but a little intimidating nonetheless.
She took Mimi’s hand and kissed her softly on each cheek. “A pleasure to see you again.”
“I’m glad to be here,” said Mimi. “I can’t tell you how much I’ve been looking forward to this.”
An older woman in a maid’s uniform took their coats, and their hostess invited them to be seated on a large sofa against one wall. “Do you have anything in particular in mind?” she asked.
Mimi shook her head. “No, let’s see the selection.”
“Very good.” The redhead walked to the corner of the room and rang a bell. Almost immediately, women began to appear, one by one, each one more beautiful than the last. Within five minutes there were maybe 25 of them arrayed across one side of the room, up the stairs leading to the second floor, and on the balcony above. Every race and color was represented, and every size – from a slip of a girl who looked about four feet tall, to a six-foot-plus amazon with powerful shoulders. Jessica shook her head in amazement.
Gesturing toward the gathered throng, Mimi said, “As our guest, first choice is yours.”
Feeling magnanimous, Jessica told Marie that she could go first. After taking a minute to look around, Marie pointed to the top of the stairs. Halfway hidden in the shadows was a black girl who Jessica hadn’t even noticed, but she could tell immediately that Marie had made an excellent choice. This woman was not just beautiful – with dark creamy skin, perfect cheekbones, and a mane of long black hair – but had a regal quality, a bearing that made her seem like mistress of all she surveyed.
The dark-skinned beauty made her way down the stairs, moving gracefully and fluidly, growing more lovely with every step closer. As she approached, Jessica could see that her eyes were an incongruous but dazzling bright blue. Despite her color there was something vaguely Asian about her features; it was almost as if all the best qualities of the world’s women had been combined in one person. When she took Marie’s hand and led her away Jessica almost followed them, but then she thought, no, let Marie have this treat to herself – she deserves it.
Jane chose next, picking a very slim, petite Asian girl who to Jessica’s eye looked Thai. Then it was Jessica’s turn, but she felt a little overwhelmed by the sheer number of choices. After a couple minutes of indecision, Jessica looked over at Mimi and her entourage, who were being polite but clearly growing impatient. Suddenly she was struck with an idea. She walked over and whispered in Mimi’s ear; Mimi shrugged and said, “Fine with me.”
Mimi turned to Tara and said “Your turn.” Tara knew exactly what she wanted; she pointed to a cutie in a plaid skirt with light brown hair and glasses. She looked maybe 19; she could just as well have been one of the cheerleaders back home, thought Jessica. As the girl came toward them, Mimi said to Tara, “She’s with you,” indicating Jessica.
Tara smiled and nodded her head. “Cool.”
“Hi, my name’s Ashley,” said the girl, a trace of Southern accent audible in her speech. “How are you all doing today?”
“We’re doing great,” answered Tara, unabashedly staring at Ashley’s swaying ass as she preceded them up the stairs. “I’m Tara, by the way.”
Jessica introduced herself as well, and Ashley led them to a spacious, luxuriously furnished bedroom. “Would you ladies like a drink? I can have something brought up.” Jessica asked for a martini, Tara for a margarita; Ashley picked up a tablet that was on a bedside table and fiddled with it for a few seconds before putting it back and turning to them. “So... what can I do for you today?” She emphasized the word “I,” stretching it out so it sounded like “Aaaah.”
Tara looked at Jessica, who said, “Actually, I’d just like to watch for awhile.” She took a seat at the table that occupied one corner of the room.
Tara thought for a moment and said, “You know what, me too.” She sat down in the other chair and leaned back. “Ashley, dear, why don’t you get naked for us? Slowly, please.”
Ashley obediently began to strip, starting with her blouse. She had wonderful, full tits that were encased in a black lace push-up bra. She reached behind her to unclasp it, then shrugged her shoulders and let the bra gently slide down and off. Cupping her breasts in her hands, she lifted one to her mouth and licked her nipple, looking Tara straight in the eye.
“Oh, my,” said Tara delightedly. “You’re a bad girl, aren’t you?”
Ashley nodded as she raised the other breast to her mouth, this time making eye contact with Jessica. Just then there was a knock at the door, and Ashley said. “Come on in.”
The door opened and the lady in the maid’s uniform entered bearing a tray of drinks. She sat the drinks down on the table, glanced briefly at Ashley’s naked chest, smiled at her, and left.
Jessica and Tara clinked glasses and said, “What color panties do you think she’s wearing? I say pink.”
Jessica shook her head. “White, definitely.”
They both looked over at Ashley, who lifted her skirt to display a pair of classic white cotton panties. “Damn,” said Tara. “Oh well, you can’t win them all.”
Ashley pulled the skirt up over her head and off – it took some doing for her to get it over her boobs, but she managed. “Show us your ass,” said Tara. In response, Ashley walked over next to Tara, bending over so her butt was just inches from Tara’s face. Tara enthusiastically smacked her rump with an open hand, then hooked one finger into the waistband of her panties and began to pull them down.
Once the panties hit the ground, Tara spun Ashley around to face them. Her neatly trimmed pubic hair was a little darker than the hair on her head. Tara planted a kiss right on her pubis and said, “Now go sit down on the bed.” Ashley complied, smiling widely as she played with her nipples to make them harder.
“Legs apart,” ordered Tara, so Ashley reached down, put one hand on each knee, and slowly spread them. “Mmmm, nice,” said Tara, licking her lips and staring at the younger girl’s sweet pink pussy. “Now finger yourself.”
Ashley pushed a finger slowly between her pussy lips, again gazing into the eyes of each of her clients in turn. This girl is certainly not shy, thought Jessica. She found herself wondering how Ashley had gotten here... though Ashley was probably an alias, of course. She wondered if she should feel guilty about this, if this girl was being exploited. Most likely she was, but what could be done about it?
Jessica looked over at Tara. There were no such doubts in Tara’s eyes; they were burning bright with pure lust as she said to Ashley, “Show me that finger.” Ashley pulled it out of her pussy and held it in the air. “Now clean it off.”
With a knowing grin that suddenly made her seem much older, Ashley brought the finger to her mouth and extended her tongue. She slowly and carefully licked all the girl juice off it, then just sat there with her finger in her mouth, looking at once innocent and debased.
After gulping down the last of her margarita, Tara stood and approached the bed. She dropped to her knees and leaned forward to taste Ashley’s cunt. “Oh my God,” she said, prying Ashley’s labia apart with her fingers. “So good!”
Ashley gazed steadily at Jessica as Tara ate her pussy. Did she feel powerful in this moment, Jessica wondered? It seemed like she did. Tara slurped away hungrily, seemingly intoxicated by the taste of the younger girl’s slit; Ashley’s mouth had formed into an “O” and her breath had quickened a little, but she otherwise seemed calm and impassive.
Finally, though, Tara focused in on Ashley’s clit and Ashley’s eyes went glassy. She let herself fall back onto the bed and let out her first audible moan. Jessica pondered. Her pussy was burning. Should I? she thought.
To hell with it, she decided. There’s no point pretending I’m not a part of this. She stripped off her pants and panties and went to sit on Ashley’s face.
..
A light snow was falling as they exited the hotel. There was no missing the limo waiting for them – it was the biggest and, somehow, the blackest that Jessica had ever seen. The driver, an enormous African-American man – at least 6 foot 6 – nodded to them and opened the door.
The three of them sat down facing the rear of the vehicle, opposite Mimi, Tara, and Blondie. Settling back into her seat – the leather was the softest she’d ever felt – Jessica suddenly found herself feeling unesy. It was like this was all too much – too decadent, beyond the pale. It was just wrong somehow. But they were here now, the car was pulling out onto the street, so she shook it off.
They all had a cocktail, and then another, as the limo left the city and cruised down a dark, tree-lined highway. Jessica had no idea where they were going, and this bothered her a little bit; she liked to be in control of these kinds of things. She could have checked her phone but made a conscious decision not to – instead she concentrated on her cool, delicious beverage and the five beautiful women she was with. Tara, in particular, looked extremely fetching that night in a chic black dress that showed off her lovely shoulders.
In her mind’s eye Jessica pictured Tara dropping to her knees, crawling across the floor of the limo, and diving between Jessica’s legs. She probably could have made this fantasy a reality by opening her mouth and asking. But at the moment she was content just to imagine, let her mind wander.
By Jessica’s reckoning it was just under an hour later when they made their way down a long, meandering driveway to an imposing old mansion – dating from the 1930s, she guessed. It looked like something out of The Great Gatsby.
After leaving the limo they climbed a flight of stairs to the front door, which was flanked by two imposing-looking men in suits and sunglasses. Mimi nodded to them and the one on the left moved his head, just barely visibly, in response. Apparently they were expected.
In the expansive foyer they were greeted by a glamorous-looking redhead in an old-fashioned red gown. She was tall to begin with and was wearing extremely high heels, so she towered over all of them, smiling pleasantly but a little intimidating nonetheless.
She took Mimi’s hand and kissed her softly on each cheek. “A pleasure to see you again.”
“I’m glad to be here,” said Mimi. “I can’t tell you how much I’ve been looking forward to this.”
An older woman in a maid’s uniform took their coats, and their hostess invited them to be seated on a large sofa against one wall. “Do you have anything in particular in mind?” she asked.
Mimi shook her head. “No, let’s see the selection.”
“Very good.” The redhead walked to the corner of the room and rang a bell. Almost immediately, women began to appear, one by one, each one more beautiful than the last. Within five minutes there were maybe 25 of them arrayed across one side of the room, up the stairs leading to the second floor, and on the balcony above. Every race and color was represented, and every size – from a slip of a girl who looked about four feet tall, to a six-foot-plus amazon with powerful shoulders. Jessica shook her head in amazement.
Gesturing toward the gathered throng, Mimi said, “As our guest, first choice is yours.”
Feeling magnanimous, Jessica told Marie that she could go first. After taking a minute to look around, Marie pointed to the top of the stairs. Halfway hidden in the shadows was a black girl who Jessica hadn’t even noticed, but she could tell immediately that Marie had made an excellent choice. This woman was not just beautiful – with dark creamy skin, perfect cheekbones, and a mane of long black hair – but had a regal quality, a bearing that made her seem like mistress of all she surveyed.
The dark-skinned beauty made her way down the stairs, moving gracefully and fluidly, growing more lovely with every step closer. As she approached, Jessica could see that her eyes were an incongruous but dazzling bright blue. Despite her color there was something vaguely Asian about her features; it was almost as if all the best qualities of the world’s women had been combined in one person. When she took Marie’s hand and led her away Jessica almost followed them, but then she thought, no, let Marie have this treat to herself – she deserves it.
Jane chose next, picking a very slim, petite Asian girl who to Jessica’s eye looked Thai. Then it was Jessica’s turn, but she felt a little overwhelmed by the sheer number of choices. After a couple minutes of indecision, Jessica looked over at Mimi and her entourage, who were being polite but clearly growing impatient. Suddenly she was struck with an idea. She walked over and whispered in Mimi’s ear; Mimi shrugged and said, “Fine with me.”
Mimi turned to Tara and said “Your turn.” Tara knew exactly what she wanted; she pointed to a cutie in a plaid skirt with light brown hair and glasses. She looked maybe 19; she could just as well have been one of the cheerleaders back home, thought Jessica. As the girl came toward them, Mimi said to Tara, “She’s with you,” indicating Jessica.
Tara smiled and nodded her head. “Cool.”
“Hi, my name’s Ashley,” said the girl, a trace of Southern accent audible in her speech. “How are you all doing today?”
“We’re doing great,” answered Tara, unabashedly staring at Ashley’s swaying ass as she preceded them up the stairs. “I’m Tara, by the way.”
Jessica introduced herself as well, and Ashley led them to a spacious, luxuriously furnished bedroom. “Would you ladies like a drink? I can have something brought up.” Jessica asked for a martini, Tara for a margarita; Ashley picked up a tablet that was on a bedside table and fiddled with it for a few seconds before putting it back and turning to them. “So... what can I do for you today?” She emphasized the word “I,” stretching it out so it sounded like “Aaaah.”
Tara looked at Jessica, who said, “Actually, I’d just like to watch for awhile.” She took a seat at the table that occupied one corner of the room.
Tara thought for a moment and said, “You know what, me too.” She sat down in the other chair and leaned back. “Ashley, dear, why don’t you get naked for us? Slowly, please.”
Ashley obediently began to strip, starting with her blouse. She had wonderful, full tits that were encased in a black lace push-up bra. She reached behind her to unclasp it, then shrugged her shoulders and let the bra gently slide down and off. Cupping her breasts in her hands, she lifted one to her mouth and licked her nipple, looking Tara straight in the eye.
“Oh, my,” said Tara delightedly. “You’re a bad girl, aren’t you?”
Ashley nodded as she raised the other breast to her mouth, this time making eye contact with Jessica. Just then there was a knock at the door, and Ashley said. “Come on in.”
The door opened and the lady in the maid’s uniform entered bearing a tray of drinks. She sat the drinks down on the table, glanced briefly at Ashley’s naked chest, smiled at her, and left.
Jessica and Tara clinked glasses and said, “What color panties do you think she’s wearing? I say pink.”
Jessica shook her head. “White, definitely.”
They both looked over at Ashley, who lifted her skirt to display a pair of classic white cotton panties. “Damn,” said Tara. “Oh well, you can’t win them all.”
Ashley pulled the skirt up over her head and off – it took some doing for her to get it over her boobs, but she managed. “Show us your ass,” said Tara. In response, Ashley walked over next to Tara, bending over so her butt was just inches from Tara’s face. Tara enthusiastically smacked her rump with an open hand, then hooked one finger into the waistband of her panties and began to pull them down.
Once the panties hit the ground, Tara spun Ashley around to face them. Her neatly trimmed pubic hair was a little darker than the hair on her head. Tara planted a kiss right on her pubis and said, “Now go sit down on the bed.” Ashley complied, smiling widely as she played with her nipples to make them harder.
“Legs apart,” ordered Tara, so Ashley reached down, put one hand on each knee, and slowly spread them. “Mmmm, nice,” said Tara, licking her lips and staring at the younger girl’s sweet pink pussy. “Now finger yourself.”
Ashley pushed a finger slowly between her pussy lips, again gazing into the eyes of each of her clients in turn. This girl is certainly not shy, thought Jessica. She found herself wondering how Ashley had gotten here... though Ashley was probably an alias, of course. She wondered if she should feel guilty about this, if this girl was being exploited. Most likely she was, but what could be done about it?
Jessica looked over at Tara. There were no such doubts in Tara’s eyes; they were burning bright with pure lust as she said to Ashley, “Show me that finger.” Ashley pulled it out of her pussy and held it in the air. “Now clean it off.”
With a knowing grin that suddenly made her seem much older, Ashley brought the finger to her mouth and extended her tongue. She slowly and carefully licked all the girl juice off it, then just sat there with her finger in her mouth, looking at once innocent and debased.
After gulping down the last of her margarita, Tara stood and approached the bed. She dropped to her knees and leaned forward to taste Ashley’s cunt. “Oh my God,” she said, prying Ashley’s labia apart with her fingers. “So good!”
Ashley gazed steadily at Jessica as Tara ate her pussy. Did she feel powerful in this moment, Jessica wondered? It seemed like she did. Tara slurped away hungrily, seemingly intoxicated by the taste of the younger girl’s slit; Ashley’s mouth had formed into an “O” and her breath had quickened a little, but she otherwise seemed calm and impassive.
Finally, though, Tara focused in on Ashley’s clit and Ashley’s eyes went glassy. She let herself fall back onto the bed and let out her first audible moan. Jessica pondered. Her pussy was burning. Should I? she thought.
To hell with it, she decided. There’s no point pretending I’m not a part of this. She stripped off her pants and panties and went to sit on Ashley’s face.
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Sunday, April 26, 2015
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 107
Jessica and Mimi had been talking on and off, though it got harder for them to hear each other as the suite filled up with people. The conversation was pleasant enough, though both were somewhat guarded; each felt like the other was sizing her up, taking her measure. There was a steely resolve in Mimi’s gaze, and Jessica felt a certain kinship, but also a tincture of suspicion.
After finishing her drink Jessica made her way to the bathroom, where she spent a nice, peaceful moment taking a long and satisfying pee. Afterward she kept to the margins of the party, playing the role of observer. She felt like in the corners of the room, in the shadows, she could see without being seen.
Marie was sitting with the three French models, talking and giggling. This was Marie at her most flirtatious, twirling her hair in one hand, biting her lip, and casting coy glances at the three gorgeous girls surrounding her – a blonde and two brunettes, one with long hair and one with a chic little bob.
The conversation must have been getting more suggestive, because Marie’s face was reddening and her nipples hardening visibly. After a few minutes the brunette on her left, the one with the short hair, leaned in for a kiss, then the other brunette bent down to take Marie’s right nipple into her mouth. Soon the two of them had Marie pushed back on the couch, eagerly sucking her tits, as the blonde lifted Marie’s apron and crouched between her legs. Jessica grinned as the model nuzzled sweetly into Marie’s pubic hair, then began to lap gently at her pussy.
This was beautiful to behold, but Jessica was curious what else was going on. Just then Jane crossed the far side of the room with a drink on a tray, so Jessica waited a few seconds and trailed along behind her. Jane sat the drink down in front of Mimi, who took her by the wrist and motioned for her to lean closer. Mimi whispered something in her ear, and Jane shrugged in response; Mimi tugged on Jane’s wrist, not roughly but decisively, and Jane tumbled into her lap.
Kissing and biting Jane’s neck, Mimi cupped her breasts in both hands, pinching the nipples to make them hard. Jane leaned back against Mimi’s shoulder, her mouth falling open, as Mimi’s hands slid down her body, over her hips, and through her peach-fuzz pubic hair. Jessica watched intently, both jealous and excited. She saw Mimi’s fingers pry Jane’s pussy lips apart and push between them. Jane squirmed as Mimi fingered her with one hand, using the other to pull Jane’s head to her own and give her a forceful, open-mouthed kiss.
Just then there was a knock at the suite’s front door, and since no one else moved to do anything about it – or even seemed to notice it – Jessica went to answer it herself. She opened the door and there stood a young women who was extremely striking, even by the high standards of the current company. She had long black hair, a perfectly shaped face, and huge, gleaming golden-brown eyes.
“Hi,” she said. “My name is Tara. My, um, employer told me to meet her here. Mimi?”
Jessica invited Tara in and gestured over her shoulder to where Mimi sat. Jane was writhing, arching her back, as Mimi penetrated her with one hand and stroked her clit with the other.
“Thanks,” said Tara, and if anything in this situation was novel or embarrassing for her, she didn’t show it. She walked over to Mimi and bent down, planting a kiss on one cheek. Mimi whispered something into Tara’s ear and Tara nodded.
Taking off her coat, Tara dropped it onto an empty chair and wasted no time getting involved. She licked each of Jane’s nipples, then she clamped her teeth down on one. Jane stiffened visibly, relaxing only when Tara opened her mouth and began trailing her tongue down Jane’s torso. Tara traveled down across Jane’s stomach and arrived finally between her legs. After briefly sucking each of Mimi’s fingertips, Tara flicked her tongue across Jane’s clit. Then she alternated between the two until Jane was quivering on the edge of orgasm.
At this point Tara very gently bit down on Jane’s clit, sending her into a paroxysm that very nearly threw her off Mimi onto the floor. After that Jane lay still and Tara began to strip, pulling off her top and her bra. Her body was magnificent, and Jessica wanted to see what would happen next; but even more than that she wanted another drink, and since it didn’t look like anyone was going to bring her one, she decided to fend for herself.
Entering the parlor, she found that all the furniture had been moved into the corners to create a dance floor. Music was blasting and there was a whole contingent of ladies dancing – some of them fully clothed, some topless, and some naked. Erica was among them, wearing a flowing black skirt but nothing above the waist, boobs bouncing in rhythm as she moved with the music.
After Jessica fixed herself an extra-large martini a new song with a super-funky bassline came on, and Jessica felt herself begin to dance, almost involuntarily. At first she moved slowly, careful not to spill her drink, watching the dancers around her. There were several remarkable specimens, including Chantelle, the girl who had so mesmerized Jessica during the lingerie show. But she found her eyes continually drawn back to Erica, who was simply an amazing dancer. A couple times she spun so that her skirt flew up, and she had nothing on underneath. Jessica found that incredibly sexy, even hotter than the girls there who were wearing nothing at all.
Sitting down her drink, Jessica drifted over next to Erica, and after that it seemed to be just the two of them dancing. Jessica did not consider herself a great dancer, but tonight she felt inspired, and found herself doing things she didn’t know she could do. She took Erica in her arms and twirled her, making her skirt fly up, then boldly reached down and cupped Erica’s ass with one hand. Erica moved closer, grinding her crotch on Jessica’s leg, erect nipples tracing little circles in the air.
After a half-hour of this Jessica and Erica fell together onto the couch, sweaty and exhausted. They spent a few minutes drinking water and catching their breath, watching the other dancers, who were moving now to a slower song. Some of them were making out, some fondling their partners. Chantelle was dirty dancing with a tall, Scandinavian-looking model whose naked breasts were small and exquisitely shaped, tipped with diamond-shaped nipples.
Erica leaned over and said to Jessica, “I was talking with Marie earlier, and she says that new strap-on you got the other day is really something.”
The look in Erica’s eyes told Jessica what she had in mind. “You want to go for a ride?”
.
After finishing her drink Jessica made her way to the bathroom, where she spent a nice, peaceful moment taking a long and satisfying pee. Afterward she kept to the margins of the party, playing the role of observer. She felt like in the corners of the room, in the shadows, she could see without being seen.
Marie was sitting with the three French models, talking and giggling. This was Marie at her most flirtatious, twirling her hair in one hand, biting her lip, and casting coy glances at the three gorgeous girls surrounding her – a blonde and two brunettes, one with long hair and one with a chic little bob.
The conversation must have been getting more suggestive, because Marie’s face was reddening and her nipples hardening visibly. After a few minutes the brunette on her left, the one with the short hair, leaned in for a kiss, then the other brunette bent down to take Marie’s right nipple into her mouth. Soon the two of them had Marie pushed back on the couch, eagerly sucking her tits, as the blonde lifted Marie’s apron and crouched between her legs. Jessica grinned as the model nuzzled sweetly into Marie’s pubic hair, then began to lap gently at her pussy.
This was beautiful to behold, but Jessica was curious what else was going on. Just then Jane crossed the far side of the room with a drink on a tray, so Jessica waited a few seconds and trailed along behind her. Jane sat the drink down in front of Mimi, who took her by the wrist and motioned for her to lean closer. Mimi whispered something in her ear, and Jane shrugged in response; Mimi tugged on Jane’s wrist, not roughly but decisively, and Jane tumbled into her lap.
Kissing and biting Jane’s neck, Mimi cupped her breasts in both hands, pinching the nipples to make them hard. Jane leaned back against Mimi’s shoulder, her mouth falling open, as Mimi’s hands slid down her body, over her hips, and through her peach-fuzz pubic hair. Jessica watched intently, both jealous and excited. She saw Mimi’s fingers pry Jane’s pussy lips apart and push between them. Jane squirmed as Mimi fingered her with one hand, using the other to pull Jane’s head to her own and give her a forceful, open-mouthed kiss.
Just then there was a knock at the suite’s front door, and since no one else moved to do anything about it – or even seemed to notice it – Jessica went to answer it herself. She opened the door and there stood a young women who was extremely striking, even by the high standards of the current company. She had long black hair, a perfectly shaped face, and huge, gleaming golden-brown eyes.
“Hi,” she said. “My name is Tara. My, um, employer told me to meet her here. Mimi?”
Jessica invited Tara in and gestured over her shoulder to where Mimi sat. Jane was writhing, arching her back, as Mimi penetrated her with one hand and stroked her clit with the other.
“Thanks,” said Tara, and if anything in this situation was novel or embarrassing for her, she didn’t show it. She walked over to Mimi and bent down, planting a kiss on one cheek. Mimi whispered something into Tara’s ear and Tara nodded.
Taking off her coat, Tara dropped it onto an empty chair and wasted no time getting involved. She licked each of Jane’s nipples, then she clamped her teeth down on one. Jane stiffened visibly, relaxing only when Tara opened her mouth and began trailing her tongue down Jane’s torso. Tara traveled down across Jane’s stomach and arrived finally between her legs. After briefly sucking each of Mimi’s fingertips, Tara flicked her tongue across Jane’s clit. Then she alternated between the two until Jane was quivering on the edge of orgasm.
At this point Tara very gently bit down on Jane’s clit, sending her into a paroxysm that very nearly threw her off Mimi onto the floor. After that Jane lay still and Tara began to strip, pulling off her top and her bra. Her body was magnificent, and Jessica wanted to see what would happen next; but even more than that she wanted another drink, and since it didn’t look like anyone was going to bring her one, she decided to fend for herself.
Entering the parlor, she found that all the furniture had been moved into the corners to create a dance floor. Music was blasting and there was a whole contingent of ladies dancing – some of them fully clothed, some topless, and some naked. Erica was among them, wearing a flowing black skirt but nothing above the waist, boobs bouncing in rhythm as she moved with the music.
After Jessica fixed herself an extra-large martini a new song with a super-funky bassline came on, and Jessica felt herself begin to dance, almost involuntarily. At first she moved slowly, careful not to spill her drink, watching the dancers around her. There were several remarkable specimens, including Chantelle, the girl who had so mesmerized Jessica during the lingerie show. But she found her eyes continually drawn back to Erica, who was simply an amazing dancer. A couple times she spun so that her skirt flew up, and she had nothing on underneath. Jessica found that incredibly sexy, even hotter than the girls there who were wearing nothing at all.
Sitting down her drink, Jessica drifted over next to Erica, and after that it seemed to be just the two of them dancing. Jessica did not consider herself a great dancer, but tonight she felt inspired, and found herself doing things she didn’t know she could do. She took Erica in her arms and twirled her, making her skirt fly up, then boldly reached down and cupped Erica’s ass with one hand. Erica moved closer, grinding her crotch on Jessica’s leg, erect nipples tracing little circles in the air.
After a half-hour of this Jessica and Erica fell together onto the couch, sweaty and exhausted. They spent a few minutes drinking water and catching their breath, watching the other dancers, who were moving now to a slower song. Some of them were making out, some fondling their partners. Chantelle was dirty dancing with a tall, Scandinavian-looking model whose naked breasts were small and exquisitely shaped, tipped with diamond-shaped nipples.
Erica leaned over and said to Jessica, “I was talking with Marie earlier, and she says that new strap-on you got the other day is really something.”
The look in Erica’s eyes told Jessica what she had in mind. “You want to go for a ride?”
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Friday, July 26, 2013
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 77
Claire and Olivia were sitting in the kitchen in bathrobes, drinking tea, when a tall Asian woman walked through the door. This got Olivia’s attention right away, because there weren’t many Asians in their area. This woman looked Japanese, whereas Olivia herself was of Chinese descent; she struck Olivia as extraordinarily beautiful, with high cheekbones and piercing dark eyes. Her bearing was imperious, almost haughty; this was definitely not someone to be trifled with.
The woman gave Olivia an appraising glance and said matter-of-factly, “Who’s this, Claire?”
“This is Olivia,” answered Claire. “The model I was telling you about.”
Olivia blushed; she didn’t think of herself as a model, and she certainly didn’t look like one at the moment, in this rumpled robe with her hair all mussed. Technically, though, she could call herself a model now, she guessed. Thinking of some of the revealing photos Tara had taken, she blushed even harder.
“Olivia, meet Mimi,” said Claire. “This is her house.”
Olivia nodded, unsure what to say. Mimi clasped her hand briefly in a friendly but businesslike way and said, “Charmed, I’m sure.” Turning to Claire she added, “Where’s Tara?”
“In the office uploading.” With that, Mimi turned on her heel and disappeared into the house, and Olivia heard Claire let out an audible breath. Their eyes met and a sympathetic look passed between them; Claire shrugged her shoulders and whispered, “She scares me a little bit.”
* * *
A half-hour or so passed, and Olivia sat staring out the window as Claire did something or other on her phone. She was wondering if maybe she ought to get going, but she had nothing in particular to do, and in this kitchen looking out at the beautiful garden was a pleasant enough place to be. Even so, eventually she decided that she couldn’t just hang out forever, and she had just finished changing back into her own clothes when Tara appeared in the doorway.
“Hey Olivia,” said Tara. “Could you come with me for a minute?”
Olivia said sure, though for a moment she felt like she was being called to the principal’s office. But she hadn’t done anything wrong – or at least, nothing that had seemed wrong at the time.
Tara led her to the very opposite end of the house and up some stairs. Walking up the steps, idly watching Tara’s ass wiggle in her yoga pants, it suddenly occurred to Olivia that Tara must have shown Mimi the pictures from that day – all of them. The idea was horribly embarrassing – she felt the redness creeping back into her face – and at the same time more than a little exciting.
They found Mimi in a small, dim room dominated by two huge computer monitors. On one of them, Mimi was poring over some kind of spreadsheet; the other held an image of Claire and Olivia taken in the bedroom — a very sexy shot, but one where they still had their clothes on, Olivia noted with some relief.
Turning, Mimi asked Olivia to have a seat and gave her a thoughtful look. “I’m really, really pleased with the photos you guys took for the store. They’re better than I could have expected. I have a release here for you to sign” — she lifted one hand, which held a few sheets of stapled paper — “and then I’ll write you a check.”
Now Mimi rolled her chair over to the other computer and began pressing a button to scroll through the pictures, which gradually became racier; now Claire was sucking Olivia’s nipple through her bra, now she was licking her way down Olivia’s belly. “Now as for these other photos....” Mimi continued scrolling until she came to a shot of Olivia arching her back as Claire nuzzled into her crotch; then she turned to look at Olivia. “They’re extraordinary. Playful, with a certain innocence, yet highly erotic; every shot looks composed, yet spontaneous. I’ve never seen anything like them.”
“I would like to have these for my private collection,” Mimi continued. She reached for a slightly taller stack of papers and held it up. “I have a release here for that as well. These images would be exclusively for my own enjoyment, and that of my closest associates. They would never appear on the internet or be used for any commercial purpose, I give you my word of honor on that. And of course I would make it worth your while.
“However, if you would not be comfortable with that, I understand. In that case we will simply erase the images right now as you watch.” Here Mimi glanced back at the screen. “Though it would be a shame.” She handed Olivia the two releases and told her, “Read these, think about it. I have a few numbers to crunch.” With that she returned to her spreadsheet.
Olivia tried hard to read and to think, but it was not easy; her pussy was gushing from looking at the pictures, and from this whole situation, really. Her rational mind told her that letting the X-rated pictures of her get out into the world, under any conditions, would be a big mistake. But her emotions told her that to destroy something so beautiful would be a crime.
The woman gave Olivia an appraising glance and said matter-of-factly, “Who’s this, Claire?”
“This is Olivia,” answered Claire. “The model I was telling you about.”
Olivia blushed; she didn’t think of herself as a model, and she certainly didn’t look like one at the moment, in this rumpled robe with her hair all mussed. Technically, though, she could call herself a model now, she guessed. Thinking of some of the revealing photos Tara had taken, she blushed even harder.
“Olivia, meet Mimi,” said Claire. “This is her house.”
Olivia nodded, unsure what to say. Mimi clasped her hand briefly in a friendly but businesslike way and said, “Charmed, I’m sure.” Turning to Claire she added, “Where’s Tara?”
“In the office uploading.” With that, Mimi turned on her heel and disappeared into the house, and Olivia heard Claire let out an audible breath. Their eyes met and a sympathetic look passed between them; Claire shrugged her shoulders and whispered, “She scares me a little bit.”
* * *
A half-hour or so passed, and Olivia sat staring out the window as Claire did something or other on her phone. She was wondering if maybe she ought to get going, but she had nothing in particular to do, and in this kitchen looking out at the beautiful garden was a pleasant enough place to be. Even so, eventually she decided that she couldn’t just hang out forever, and she had just finished changing back into her own clothes when Tara appeared in the doorway.
“Hey Olivia,” said Tara. “Could you come with me for a minute?”
Olivia said sure, though for a moment she felt like she was being called to the principal’s office. But she hadn’t done anything wrong – or at least, nothing that had seemed wrong at the time.
Tara led her to the very opposite end of the house and up some stairs. Walking up the steps, idly watching Tara’s ass wiggle in her yoga pants, it suddenly occurred to Olivia that Tara must have shown Mimi the pictures from that day – all of them. The idea was horribly embarrassing – she felt the redness creeping back into her face – and at the same time more than a little exciting.
They found Mimi in a small, dim room dominated by two huge computer monitors. On one of them, Mimi was poring over some kind of spreadsheet; the other held an image of Claire and Olivia taken in the bedroom — a very sexy shot, but one where they still had their clothes on, Olivia noted with some relief.
Turning, Mimi asked Olivia to have a seat and gave her a thoughtful look. “I’m really, really pleased with the photos you guys took for the store. They’re better than I could have expected. I have a release here for you to sign” — she lifted one hand, which held a few sheets of stapled paper — “and then I’ll write you a check.”
Now Mimi rolled her chair over to the other computer and began pressing a button to scroll through the pictures, which gradually became racier; now Claire was sucking Olivia’s nipple through her bra, now she was licking her way down Olivia’s belly. “Now as for these other photos....” Mimi continued scrolling until she came to a shot of Olivia arching her back as Claire nuzzled into her crotch; then she turned to look at Olivia. “They’re extraordinary. Playful, with a certain innocence, yet highly erotic; every shot looks composed, yet spontaneous. I’ve never seen anything like them.”
“I would like to have these for my private collection,” Mimi continued. She reached for a slightly taller stack of papers and held it up. “I have a release here for that as well. These images would be exclusively for my own enjoyment, and that of my closest associates. They would never appear on the internet or be used for any commercial purpose, I give you my word of honor on that. And of course I would make it worth your while.
“However, if you would not be comfortable with that, I understand. In that case we will simply erase the images right now as you watch.” Here Mimi glanced back at the screen. “Though it would be a shame.” She handed Olivia the two releases and told her, “Read these, think about it. I have a few numbers to crunch.” With that she returned to her spreadsheet.
Olivia tried hard to read and to think, but it was not easy; her pussy was gushing from looking at the pictures, and from this whole situation, really. Her rational mind told her that letting the X-rated pictures of her get out into the world, under any conditions, would be a big mistake. But her emotions told her that to destroy something so beautiful would be a crime.
If she’d stopped to think about it, it might have occurred to Olivia that her privacy had already been violated. But Mimi was so matter-of-fact about the whole thing that the thought never crossed her mind. And there was just something about Mimi that made a person want to do her bidding.
Finally, Olivia spoke up. “I’ll sign.”
Mimi smiled, and something in her smile told Olivia that she had never doubted what Olivia’s answer would be. “Wonderful,” she said. When Olivia had signed both releases Mimi handed her a check and Olivia slipped it into her pocket without even looking at it. “By the way, I’m having a little party tonight, feel free to come by. Bring a friend. And on your way out, help yourself to anything in the closet that fits you.”
As Olivia stood Mimi nodded and winked, saying “Please do come tonight, I’d love to have the chance to get to know you better.” And again she returned to the spreadsheet.
Claire helped Olivia pick out a sleek cocktail dress and several sets of underwear, then drove her home. Olivia was halfway up her driveway before she remembered the check. Fishing it out of her pocket, she was surprised to see that it was for a thousand dollars. Not bad for a day’s work. For a moment then she was troubled – did this make her a whore? No, she told herself, not a whore – a model.
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Mimi smiled, and something in her smile told Olivia that she had never doubted what Olivia’s answer would be. “Wonderful,” she said. When Olivia had signed both releases Mimi handed her a check and Olivia slipped it into her pocket without even looking at it. “By the way, I’m having a little party tonight, feel free to come by. Bring a friend. And on your way out, help yourself to anything in the closet that fits you.”
As Olivia stood Mimi nodded and winked, saying “Please do come tonight, I’d love to have the chance to get to know you better.” And again she returned to the spreadsheet.
Claire helped Olivia pick out a sleek cocktail dress and several sets of underwear, then drove her home. Olivia was halfway up her driveway before she remembered the check. Fishing it out of her pocket, she was surprised to see that it was for a thousand dollars. Not bad for a day’s work. For a moment then she was troubled – did this make her a whore? No, she told herself, not a whore – a model.
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Wednesday, July 10, 2013
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 76
Standing up on the bed, Olivia peeled off her bra, then her panties, and tossed them away onto the floor. Moving to loom directly over where Tara lay, for a moment she just stood there naked, feeling gloriously free; she was finally doing what she’d been wanting to do all day.
Slowly and gracefully, Olivia eased onto her knees with her crotch poised over Tara’s luscious mouth. Tara raised both hands to pull Olivia’s pussy lips apart and began to tongue her skillfully and energetically. Olivia’s body shook and her breasts bounced as Tara held her around the waist, tongue-fucking her with increasing fervor. Olivia’s moans, quiet at first, began to echo loudly through the room.
Claire, meanwhile, had moved down between Tara’s legs and gone to work there. Olivia braced herself against the bed and leaned forward as Claire tasted Tara’s delicious-looking cunt. Suddenly she was coming, spasming forcefully, a high-pitched yelp escaping from her throat.
Afterwards Olivia’s whole body felt weak; she let herself sink down on top of Tara and spent a minute running her nose through the older woman’s soft, downy pubes. Then she stretched out her tongue and helped Claire push Tara over the brink.
Rolling off, Olivia found herself drifting into a pleasant twilight sleep. When she opened her eyes again, she saw Tara standing beside the bed holding the camera and wearing a strap-on. Claire was on her knees, sucking the plastic cock as she looked up into the camera. When she had gotten a half-dozen or so shots Tara put the camera down, turned Claire around so her chest was on the bed, and took her from behind.
Olivia saw Claire’s mouth contort into an “O,” her hands gripping the sheets, sweat beading on her forehead. For a time Olivia was content just to watch, and then she scooted closer and pushed her crotch into Claire’s face. Tara smiled, and Olivia saw her glance at the camera, then decide to let it go. Instead Tara wrapped her right arm around Claire’s right leg and pulled her farther open, driving the dildo in deeper. Claire grunted and before long she climaxed intensely, panting helplessly into Olivia’s crotch.
Tara looked up at Olivia, grinning like a wolf. Pulling out of the sprawled-out Claire, Tara stood, took one big step forward, and sunk the strap-on deep into Olivia’s mouth. Taken by surprise, Olivia gagged a bit, but soon adjusted and was even able to take down another inch, bringing her lips almost against Tara’s pelvis. Olivia gazed up doe-eyed as Tara fucked her mouth, then abruptly threw her forward across the Claire’s prone form.
Lithe and catlike in her movements, Tara scampered over behind Olivia, gripped her tightly, and plunged into her. With a few quick, decisive thrusts she brought Olivia right to the edge of orgasm; the Asian girl’s eyes began to roll back in her head. But just at the crucial moment Tara held back, letting Olivia dangle right on the precipice.
Groaning with frustration, Olivia reached down to try to finish herself, but Tara caught her hand and pinned it behind her. The other one soon joined it; then Tara held both of Olivia’s wrists with one hand and continued fucking her – but this time slowly, with long in and out strokes. Speeding up a little, she again brought Olivia right to the point of climax, again denied her. Muttering, almost inaudibly, something that might have been “Goddamnit,” Olivia struggled to escape Tara’s grip, but fruitlessly; Tara had all the leverage and her thin arm was surprisingly strong. And truth be told, Olivia didn’t really want to get away; both of them knew that.
Giving up the effort, Olivia let her head fall, and felt something soft tickling her cheek. Claire’s pubic hair. Her head was resting right on the redhead’s pelvis, so just to give herself something to do, Olivia stretched out her neck, nuzzled into Claire’s crotch, and began to lap away gently. Claire moaned quietly and let her legs fall open; she looked half-conscious, at best.
Using her free hand to give Olivia a solid whack on the butt, Tara once again began moving the strap-on back and forth in Olivia’s pussy, as slowly as she possibly could. Gradually she let the speed build up, and just as Olivia got close again, Tara stroked her clit and she exploded – thrashing, screaming, calling for Jesus – then lay still.
As Olivia lay there looking angelic, eyes closed and smiling dreamily, Tara found the camera and took one last shot – a beautiful portrait, just of her face.
Thursday, July 4, 2013
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 75
Inside, Claire and Olivia changed into bras and panties as Tara set up her camera in the living room. Olivia was flabbergasted by the size of the house; the walk-in closet they changed in was bigger than her parents’ bedroom. This time Claire favored her with a kiss on the back of the neck before they rejoined Tara, who photographed them lounging around on the couches, watching TV, listening to music, and reading.
Then they changed outfits and Tara took some shots in the kitchen as they made spaghetti. Olivia was dazzled by the kitchen; it was bigger than the whole first floor of her house, and loaded with gleaming, state-of-the-art appliances. She began to be very curious about who loved here.
After a while Tara had Claire take her top off and stand facing the stove as Olivia stood next to her, reaching down into the pot to sample a strand of spaghetti. It was a highly erotically charged moment, especially when Olivia gazed down at Claire’s ripe, rounded tits, the nipples standing up tall and proud. Looking up, she met Tara’s eyes, and the older woman gave her a knowing smile. Then Tara leaned back down to the camera and snapped off a few shots, licking her lips with satisfaction, obviously delighted at the results she was getting.
When the spaghetti was done they decided to sit down and eat, Claire still topless. As she was taking her last bite a big dollop of tomato sauce fell off her fork and landed on her right nipple. She and Tara exchanged a glance, and moving quickly Tara retrieved her camera and recorded the moment for posterity. Smiling, staring straight at the camera, Claire lifted her own breast with one hand and slowly licked it clean.
For a second Olivia thought she was going to faint; Oh my God that is so fucking hot, she thought. She had already been horny and now she felt like she had a temperature of about 110. Tara looked up from the camera and swallowed audibly. “OK,” she said. “Let’s move to the bedroom.”
On the way Claire and Olivia visited the closet for another costume change, and this time Olivia yielded to the impulse to lean down and suck Claire’s rock-hard nipples. Again Claire didn’t resist but didn’t succumb, instead slipping into black lace panties and bra as she handed Olivia an identical white outfit.
The master bedroom was cavernous, dominated by a canopy bed that looked like something out of 1001 Arabian Nights. Tara arranged the two girls in a state of artful repose on the bed and took a few shots. Then she began moving them around with verbal commands. For a while she had them lay on opposite sides of the bed, which was almost like being in two different time zones. Olivia looked over at Claire; she was achingly lovely, her skin glowing in the soft light, her red mane spilling across her back. In her mind’s eye Olivia saw Claire spread her legs, pull the crotch of her panties aside, and slide an index finger into her gushing-wet pussy.
“Move closer,” Tara instructed. The girls scooted over a little and Tara clicked a few shots. “Closer.” Click, click, click. “Closer.”
Now they were pressed against each other, spooning. Olivia could feel Claire’s nipples pressing against her back. She was breathing heavily, her own nipples painfully hard against the bra, juice flowing freely between her legs. Claire kissed her on the shoulder and she moaned; a few seconds later Claire had rolled her onto her back and Olivia felt Claire’s lips on hers, Claire’s tongue pushing into her mouth.
As Claire licked down Olivia’s neck and began to suck her nipples through the bra, Olivia was dimly aware, somewhere in the back of her mind, that Tara was still taking pictures. In the moment, it felt perfectly normal and natural. She may not have been thinking entirely rationally, or indeed thinking at all. One of Claire’s hands slid up her inner thigh and cupped her crotch, and she felt a moan rumble through her throat that sounded like it was coming from someone else, somewhere far away.
Claire licked her way down Olivia’s stomach and across her hipbones and thighs. Arching her back, Olivia felt Claire’s tongue pressing into her pussy through the thin fabric of her panties; then Claire moved the fabric out of the way and Olivia felt herself being penetrated.
Looking up, Olivia could vaguely make out, as if through a haze, the shape of Tara, operating the camera with one hand as the other hand moved around inside her pants. Then Claire’s tongue brushed the tip of Olivia’s clit and from that moment on the rest of the world disappeared. Olivia cried out, gripping Claire’s head with both hands and grinding against her.
Slowly, by degrees, without ever stopping her work on Olivia, Claire shifted position so that she was on top of Olivia in 69 position. Following Claire’s example, Olivia first kissed and licked her through the black lace, then rearranged her panties to get a taste of the real thing. Intoxicated by the heady flavor, Olivia closed her eyes and feasted joyfully on Claire’s soft flesh and the nectar flowing from it.
A few minutes later, Olivia sensed something moving near her, and opened her eyes to see Tara, camera in hand, taking close-ups of her tongue-fucking Claire. A flash went through Olivia’s mind – this image on the internet, and what that would do to her life – and something in her imploring look must have gotten through to Tara, who smiled gently and put the camera down. Tara leaned forward to kiss Olivia, sucking her lips and tongue, tasting Claire on her. Then, releasing Olivia, Tara ran her tongue across Claire’s slit, and a powerful shudder ran down the length of the redhead’s body.
Now Tara stood and stripped slowly as both girls watched patiently. She was taut, elegant, slim with an almost boyish quality — but hers was unquestionably a woman’s body. Her nipples were not wide but very long, and her black pubic hair was wispy and delicate. Tara climbed onto the bed and spread herself out full-length, gazing sweetly into Olivia’s eyes, and without a word being spoken Olivia knew what she needed to do.
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Sunday, June 23, 2013
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 74
Claire picked Olivia up in a beautiful black BMW convertible that clearly didn’t belong to her, but she looked very comfortable in it, singing along with the music that was blasting from the stereo. Olivia felt like a star being called for in such a vehicle, and sashayed down the front steps with a swing in her step. But she was glad her parents weren’t home; they would have asked questions that Olivia didn’t want to answer.
Really, though, the decadent lesbian life that she had been leading was probably so far beyond her folks’ comprehension that they would never suspect what she was really up to. Sometimes she hardly believed it herself. Many people in their town would have called it sinful, but it agreed with her; she was in the best shape of her life, she slept like a baby every night, and her grades had even gone up. Apparently a steady diet of pussy was good for her physical and mental health.
And here she was in a magnificent automobile with a gorgeous redhead on a glorious autumn day. It was sunny but crisp, and by the time Claire got them out onto the highway — where she seemed oblivious to any concept of speed limits — Olivia was getting pretty cold. But she wasn’t going to complain; instead she focused on the sensation of freedom conjured by the wind rushing through her hair, and the possibilities awaiting in the day ahead.
They drove west of town into the countryside, and about 20 minutes later turned into a tree-lined driveway and pulled up beside a palatial estate. Claire took Olivia by the hand and led her past the main house to the swimming pool, where a photographer was setting up equipment.
Claire introduced Olivia to the photographer, whose name was Tara. She was tall and slender with dark eyes, dark hair pulled back in a ponytail, and dark olive skin. Olivia found her quite striking, and in fact she was a model herself; but now that she was pushing 40, she had started to branch out into other things.
Next Claire took Olivia to the poolhouse, where they changed into swimsuits. When she caught a glimpse of Claire’s lovely red bush Olivia’s heart skipped a beat, but Claire was all business, and before long they were standing poolside — Olivia in a skimpy string bikini, Claire in a more conservative two-piece.
At first Olivia felt nervous being so exposed in front of Tara; she was also a little chilly, and her nipples quickly became rock-hard. But Tara was professional and efficient, moving the two girls through a series of poses as she snapped away. After awhile they took a break and changed into new suits; this time Olivia got the one-piece, and Claire slipped into a bikini that made the one Olivia had been wearing look modest.
Olivia took the opportunity to give Claire a kiss and a squeeze on the rear end. Claire didn’t resist but didn’t reciprocate, either; instead she took Olivia by the arm and steered her toward the door. Smiling, she chided, “Come on, you. There’ll be plenty of time for all that later.”
After shooting them in a few poses separately, Tara had Claire lay down on a lounge chair and Olivia snuggle in between her legs. It was nice to feel Claire’s warmth next to her, and Olivia rested her head back against the redhead’s shoulder as Tara resumed clicking away. The wind had picked up and Olivia was getting goosepimply; her nipples were now painfully stiff, and she found herself imagining Tara’s warm mouth closing around one, then the other.
Olivia sighed and closed her eyes, nuzzling further into Claire’s neck as Tara continued to shoot, murmuring encouragingly. When she saw these pictures later, Olivia would be impressed at what a cute couple they made.
Suddenly Olivia was shaken from her reverie by the feeling of Claire’s hands reaching around to cup her boobs from behind. There was a click of the camera and Claire grinned wickedly; Olivia felt herself blushing, but wouldn’t have dreamed of asking Claire to move her hands. They felt too good.
Olivia nestled back into Claire’s embrace, ready to see where this was headed. But Tara was packing up her gear and soon the three of them headed toward the main house to take some indoor shots. Olivia was momentarily disappointed, but as she watched Claire’s polka-dotted caboose sway in front of her, she felt pretty sure that it would all be worth her while in the end.
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