Rebecca and Rose had always been close, ever since they were little girls, but in recent weeks their intimacy had taken on a more physical dimension. Discovering the pleasure they could give each other had opened their eyes in a lot of ways, and caused them to question some things they had previously taken for granted.
Both of them had long had doubts about their religion, but always kept those thoughts hidden, even from each other. Since becoming sexually active, though, they had begun to talk about it. They both agreed that what they did together, despite what they had been taught, was not sinful. It felt good and no one was hurt by it – who was to say that it was wrong? From there they began to question all the tenets of their faith, and discovered that many of them did not hold up to scrutiny.
Initially they had been extremely careful about where and when they had sex; there were no locks on the doors in Rebecca’s uncle’s house, and he had no compunction about violating their privacy as he saw fit. But over time they’d grown less and less cautious, almost like they wanted to get caught. So when one day he walked in on them 69ing, it was almost a relief; but still it had been traumatic. Rebecca’s uncle had a volatile temper, and they had never seen him so mad; for a minute they thought he was going to kill them, or beat them up at least, but in the end he’d simply banished them from the house.
This was difficult, too, as they had been suddenly torn away from their community and from the only life they’d ever known. But now that they were settled in at Tanya’s it was like a whole new life was opening up before them. They didn’t know what it was going to be like, but were excited by the many possibilities.
At Tanya’s they shared a bed in a room with a lock on the door, and they’d made love several times. But they kept the sexual nature of their relationship secret, unsure how Tanya and her husband would feel about it.
Tanya’s husband had left that morning on a business trip that would keep him out of town through New Year’s, and the three of them had agreed to have a movie night together. This in itself was exciting, as Rebecca and Rose had previously been forbidden to watch any movies but really terrible religious ones. Tanya and her husband were huge movie buffs and had an extensive DVD collection; after spending a long time browsing, Rebecca and Rose chose Black Swan, which looked like something they would never, ever have been allowed to see in their previous life.
It turned out to be everything they’d hoped for and more. They saw so much that was new and surprising to them, and could hardly believe their eyes when Mila Kunis and Natalie Portman started going at it. Rebecca looked over at Rose, astonished; she had no idea that they were allowed to show such things in movies. She thought it was the hottest thing she’d ever seen, but even so she managed to tear her eyes away long enough to see how their hostess was reacting.
Tanya’s eyes were glued to the screen, and she had a funny, far-away look in her eyes. She was so focused on the movie that she didn’t see Rebecca watching her, giving Rebecca a chance to really scrutinize her. It was hard to read her expression exactly, but she definitely seemed interested, which Rebecca took as a positive sign.
On previous nights Rose and Rebecca had waited to have sex until they felt sure that no one else in the house was awake. But tonight they were on each other the moment they hit the bed, and they were louder than they’d been before. When they were finished Rose immediately fell asleep, but Rebecca lay awake in bed, wondering if Tanya had heard them and if so what she was thinking.
* * *
Ana arrived back in town late that night, again traveling alone. She had to work the next day and so had left the rest of the family to return home.
Her shift at the video store didn’t start until 2 PM, so she had the morning to herself. She slept late and walked into town for pancakes. It was cool, crisp, sunny day out and she took the long way home, making a circuit of the local park.
There was a basketball court at one end of the park, and as she approached it Ana saw a single player at the far end. As she got closer she saw that it was a girl with long black hair tied back in a ponytail. She was wearing a number 23 jersey and had good form on her jump shot; as Ana watched she swished a three-pointer and held her follow-through with satisfaction.
When the girl went to retrieve her rebound she turned her face toward Ana, who recognized it immediately — it belonged to Christina, whom Ana had played one-on-one with some weeks back. Ana smiled; she’d hoped she might get a chance at a rematch one day. Fortunately she had decent shoes on, and though she was wearing jeans instead of shorts, she wasn’t going to let that stop her.
Ana walked onto the court and greeted Christina, who had a healthy sweat going despite the coolness of the day. After they talked for a minute Ana challenged Christina to a game and Christina readily accepted.
Ana shucked off her sweater and did a few jumping jacks to warm up. She wasn’t wearing a sports bra, so her boobs bounced around a lot, but she kind of liked the way it felt. Ana took a few practice shots and declared herself ready; Christina told her to go ahead and take the ball out.
As before, their styles of play were markedly different. Christina was a slasher and a shooter, whereas Ana liked to post up and pound the ball down low. They both played with a lot of intensity, working hard on defense, and before long both of them were drenched in sweat.
Christina took an early lead, but Ana came battling back, and they ended up tied 20-20 with the game to 21. Ana had the ball on the right block and was dribbling, backing down her smaller opponent, slowly pushing Christina underneath the basket. All game long Christina had struggled to deal with Ana’s superior strength, sometimes resorting to pushing and holding. Ana never called a foul, though; in fact she rather enjoyed the contact.
With the game on the line, Christina dug in, using every bit of leverage she could muster to try to keep Ana away from the basket. But in the end Ana got to a spot she liked and turned to loft a short hook shot. Christina wrapped her up with both arms to try to force her to call a foul, but still Ana got the shot off and it went in.
Afterwards Christina graciously and sincerely congratulated her opponent. “Good game,” she said. “You’re a baller.”
“Thanks, Christina. You’ve got some game yourself.”
Ana used her sleeve to wipe the sweat from her brow. “Hey, you want to come to my place for a cold drink? It’s just, like, two blocks from here.”
Christina accepted and together they walked to Ana’s house. Now that they were no longer running it was starting to feel a bit cold, but fortunately the house was nice and warm. Ana grabbed them each a bottle of Gatorade and a towel and they went to the living room. There happened to be an NBA game on TV, so for awhile they sat and watched together on the couch.
Ana found herself distracted, though. She’d never realized that basketball could get her so turned on. It was
something to do with the competition, the physical contact, the bumping
and grinding. Not to mention that Christina was sexy as hell, and she looked especially beautiful now, suffused with the afterglow of a good workout.
Ana looked Christina up and down. Smooth brown skin, strong legs, muscular yet feminine shoulders and arms. Her boobs were smaller than Ana’s, and compressed further by her sports bra, but there was still definitely a girl under that jersey.
After a few minutes of indecision, Ana made up her mind. Maybe it was the confidence she’d built by winning the game, or maybe it was just the mood she was in that day, but she decided to just say fuck it. Without further ado she leaned over, took Christina’s face in her hands, and leaned in for a kiss.
Though taken by surprise, Christina didn’t resist, and in a second she was kissing back. From there it was like a switch had been flipped. Christina and Ana made out passionately, pressed their bodies together, and then practically tore each other’s clothes off. When Ana got Christina’s bra off her tits seemed to inflate, turning into rounded, succulent globes capped by thick brown nipples. Ana took each one into her mouth as her hand reached down to squeeze Christina’s ass. Christina’s brown skin was sweaty, salty, and delicious.
When her turn came, Christina could not begin to fit Ana’s enormous melons into her mouth; she looked like a baby nursing, which made Ana think of Gabi and of their afternoon together. But she reminded herself to be in the here and now, which at the moment meant getting Christina’s shorts and panties off and getting busy.
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Friday, April 29, 2016
Friday, April 15, 2016
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 133
After dinner, Jessica retired to the living room with Janice and Celeste, leaving Jane and Marie to clean up. Jessica poured the three of them cognacs, and Janice reached into her purse and produced a treat of her own: a joint the size of her ring finger.
“My sister-in-law gave it to me,” explained Janice. “She grows it. Says it’s really phenomenal. You got a lighter?”
Jessica found a lighter and Janice lit up. She took a big puff and handed the joint to Jessica, who in turn passed it to Celeste.
By the time Jane and Marie joined them, the air was cloudy with smoke and all three women were sporting Cheshire-cat grins. Celeste said something in French and Jessica looked to Marie for a translation.
“She says she feels like a balloon,” Marie said. “Like she’s going to float away.”
Jessica laughed. “Tell her not to worry. Tell her she’s a human being on the surface of planet Earth and she’s very safe.” Marie cocked an eyebrow but dutifully translated. “I tell you what,” added Jessica, “this stuff is making me horny as fuck.”
“Yeah, she said it might do that,” explained Janice. “She said it could be a little dangerous that way.”
“Marie, come here,” ordered Jessica, and Marie obediently dropped to her knees in front of her mistress. She helped Jessica take off her pants and panties and went to work. Janice, meanwhile, gestured to Jane and lifted her skirt; she was naked underneath. Kneeling, Jane leaned in and began by kissing and licking Janice’s inner thighs, working her way gradually toward the middle.
Celeste sat and watched, sipping her cognac. Jessica looked over at her, wondering what she might be thinking. Celeste absolutely fascinated her; there was something about her that was so familiar and yet at the same time so foreign. Jessica found herself thinking, if I’d grown up where she grew up, experienced what she’d experienced, would we be the same, or would we still be different?
After coming a couple times Jessica told Marie that she could go sit down. She still felt pretty horny, but also very relaxed and creative; she had a vision of what she wanted to do next, and set about making it happen. Once Janice was done with Jane, Jessica told Jane and Marie to take their clothes off. Then she told Marie to get some rope and bind Jane according to her specifications: on her hands and knees with her hands tied behind her back.
Jessica had Marie attach another rope that pulled Jane’s hands upward, forcing her into a not-quite-comfortable position that pushed her breasts forward. Then Jessica herself tied Marie in a similar position as best she could; her ropework was not as skilled as Marie’s, but she got the job done. Finally, Jessica ball-gagged both girls and stood back to survey her handiwork. She was pleased.
Taking Celeste by the hand, Jessica led her toward the hallway. “We’ll be right back,” she said to Janice. “Make yourself at home.” While they were gone, Janice amused herself by alternately spanking and fingering the two bound women.
A few minutes later, Janice looked up and beheld a beautiful sight: Jessica and Celeste striding into the room like two goddesses, a thick strap-on dangling from each of their pelvises. Janice instantly dropped to her knees and took a shaft in each hand; she was surprised and delighted to feel the vibration emanating from them, and the soft texture of their surfaces. She licked the head and the shaft of each dildo, then took each one in turn into her mouth.
Janice gave her all to sucking the two girthy phalluses, imagining herself a slave girl submitting to two queens. When she had a mouthful of Celeste’s strap-on Jessica moved around behind her, yanked her hips back, and penetrated her forcefully. Janice gasped as the strap-on stretched her, then moaned as she felt it vibrating inside her.
Briefly removing the cock from her mouth, Janice cried out “Fuck. Yes!” before deep-throating the whole length, loving the feeling of being completely filled from both ends. From across the room Jane and Marie looked on raptly, desperately wishing that they could get involved somehow.
Rolling Janice onto her back, Jessica spun her around and mouth-fucked her while Celeste stuffed her cunt. By the time they were done with her, Janice was a sweat-soaked, quivering mass. It was all she could do to crawl over to the couch, heave herself onto it, and lay there twitching with a big, dumb smile on her face.
After taking a minute to sip some cognac, Jessica walked over behind Jane. She nodded to Celeste, who took up a similar position behind Marie. In the minutes that followed they gave the two bound girls everything they wanted, and then some.
Jessica and Celeste returned to the couch and sat down on either side of Janice, who was sitting up now, looking much recovered. She had relit the joint and now gave it to Celeste, who took a drag and passed it on to Jessica.
Janice needed only one thing to make her night complete. She wanted to see if the taste of Celeste’s pussy was as exotic as everything else about the new girl in town. Unfastening Celeste’s harness, Janice got rid of the strap-on and leaned down between Celeste’s legs. She was not disappointed with what she found there. Celeste was utterly delicious, and Janice gobbled her pussy with complete abandon.
Jessica had an itch that needed scratching, so she untied the rope holding Marie in place, leaving her hands bound behind her back. After removing Marie’s gag Jessica fitted her with a face dildo and made her crawl over to the recliner, where Jessica sat with her legs splayed wide. Marie had the privilege of penetrating her mistress with the black plastic cock sticking out from her face.
When she finally dressed and took her leave, about an hour later, Janice thanked her hostess profusely and hugged and kissed Jane, Marie, and especially Celeste. Janice shook her head in appreciative wonderment. “Truly, Jess, you are the hostess with the mostest.”
Jessica grinned. “I’m so glad you could make it. We’ll have to do it again sometime.”
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“My sister-in-law gave it to me,” explained Janice. “She grows it. Says it’s really phenomenal. You got a lighter?”
Jessica found a lighter and Janice lit up. She took a big puff and handed the joint to Jessica, who in turn passed it to Celeste.
By the time Jane and Marie joined them, the air was cloudy with smoke and all three women were sporting Cheshire-cat grins. Celeste said something in French and Jessica looked to Marie for a translation.
“She says she feels like a balloon,” Marie said. “Like she’s going to float away.”
Jessica laughed. “Tell her not to worry. Tell her she’s a human being on the surface of planet Earth and she’s very safe.” Marie cocked an eyebrow but dutifully translated. “I tell you what,” added Jessica, “this stuff is making me horny as fuck.”
“Yeah, she said it might do that,” explained Janice. “She said it could be a little dangerous that way.”
“Marie, come here,” ordered Jessica, and Marie obediently dropped to her knees in front of her mistress. She helped Jessica take off her pants and panties and went to work. Janice, meanwhile, gestured to Jane and lifted her skirt; she was naked underneath. Kneeling, Jane leaned in and began by kissing and licking Janice’s inner thighs, working her way gradually toward the middle.
Celeste sat and watched, sipping her cognac. Jessica looked over at her, wondering what she might be thinking. Celeste absolutely fascinated her; there was something about her that was so familiar and yet at the same time so foreign. Jessica found herself thinking, if I’d grown up where she grew up, experienced what she’d experienced, would we be the same, or would we still be different?
After coming a couple times Jessica told Marie that she could go sit down. She still felt pretty horny, but also very relaxed and creative; she had a vision of what she wanted to do next, and set about making it happen. Once Janice was done with Jane, Jessica told Jane and Marie to take their clothes off. Then she told Marie to get some rope and bind Jane according to her specifications: on her hands and knees with her hands tied behind her back.
Jessica had Marie attach another rope that pulled Jane’s hands upward, forcing her into a not-quite-comfortable position that pushed her breasts forward. Then Jessica herself tied Marie in a similar position as best she could; her ropework was not as skilled as Marie’s, but she got the job done. Finally, Jessica ball-gagged both girls and stood back to survey her handiwork. She was pleased.
Taking Celeste by the hand, Jessica led her toward the hallway. “We’ll be right back,” she said to Janice. “Make yourself at home.” While they were gone, Janice amused herself by alternately spanking and fingering the two bound women.
A few minutes later, Janice looked up and beheld a beautiful sight: Jessica and Celeste striding into the room like two goddesses, a thick strap-on dangling from each of their pelvises. Janice instantly dropped to her knees and took a shaft in each hand; she was surprised and delighted to feel the vibration emanating from them, and the soft texture of their surfaces. She licked the head and the shaft of each dildo, then took each one in turn into her mouth.
Janice gave her all to sucking the two girthy phalluses, imagining herself a slave girl submitting to two queens. When she had a mouthful of Celeste’s strap-on Jessica moved around behind her, yanked her hips back, and penetrated her forcefully. Janice gasped as the strap-on stretched her, then moaned as she felt it vibrating inside her.
Briefly removing the cock from her mouth, Janice cried out “Fuck. Yes!” before deep-throating the whole length, loving the feeling of being completely filled from both ends. From across the room Jane and Marie looked on raptly, desperately wishing that they could get involved somehow.
Rolling Janice onto her back, Jessica spun her around and mouth-fucked her while Celeste stuffed her cunt. By the time they were done with her, Janice was a sweat-soaked, quivering mass. It was all she could do to crawl over to the couch, heave herself onto it, and lay there twitching with a big, dumb smile on her face.
After taking a minute to sip some cognac, Jessica walked over behind Jane. She nodded to Celeste, who took up a similar position behind Marie. In the minutes that followed they gave the two bound girls everything they wanted, and then some.
Jessica and Celeste returned to the couch and sat down on either side of Janice, who was sitting up now, looking much recovered. She had relit the joint and now gave it to Celeste, who took a drag and passed it on to Jessica.
Janice needed only one thing to make her night complete. She wanted to see if the taste of Celeste’s pussy was as exotic as everything else about the new girl in town. Unfastening Celeste’s harness, Janice got rid of the strap-on and leaned down between Celeste’s legs. She was not disappointed with what she found there. Celeste was utterly delicious, and Janice gobbled her pussy with complete abandon.
Jessica had an itch that needed scratching, so she untied the rope holding Marie in place, leaving her hands bound behind her back. After removing Marie’s gag Jessica fitted her with a face dildo and made her crawl over to the recliner, where Jessica sat with her legs splayed wide. Marie had the privilege of penetrating her mistress with the black plastic cock sticking out from her face.
When she finally dressed and took her leave, about an hour later, Janice thanked her hostess profusely and hugged and kissed Jane, Marie, and especially Celeste. Janice shook her head in appreciative wonderment. “Truly, Jess, you are the hostess with the mostest.”
Jessica grinned. “I’m so glad you could make it. We’ll have to do it again sometime.”
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Thursday, March 31, 2016
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 132
Late that morning the package Jessica had been eagerly awaiting arrived. She had ordered a second strap-on exactly like Magic, except black instead of blue. She plugged it in to charge and sat back to think about how best to break it in.
An hour later she convened the whole household in the bedroom and instructed Jane and Marie to get into 69 position on the bed, with Jane on top. They obeyed unquestioningly, of course. Jessica got out four sets of handcuffs and cuffed Jane’s wrists to Marie’s ankles and vice versa. Then she unplugged the new strap-on, helped Celeste into the harness, and flipped the switch.
“Ooh,” said Celeste, giggling as the vibration from the strap-on stimulated her pussy. Jessica equipped herself with Magic and they went to town, taking turns filling Marie and Jane’s holes from both ends. When they were finished there was a limp pool of sweaty, satisfied female on the bed, and Jessica and Celeste had each had several orgasms of their own.
After uncuffing Jane and Marie, Jessica told them to make sure the strap-ons were cleaned and charged for that evening. Janice was coming over and Jessica wanted to show her an especially good time.
Jane and Marie frowned at each other. It was becoming clear that their mistress had a new favorite, that Celeste was being treated differently than they were. They didn’t really resent Celeste, because they were both already a little in love with her too. But it did seem like they were going to get stuck with all the dirty work.
They weren’t going to say this to Jessica, of course. Aside from the fear of being punished, it was hard to complain too much when you’d just been fucked halfway to oblivion. They dutifully went about their business without a word.
* * *
Olivia had spent the night at Claire’s and they had stayed up late, eating, drinking, talking, and occasionally fucking. Today was Claire’s day off, so she went ahead and slept in, basking in the luxury of having nowhere to go and nothing to do. When she finally felt ready to get up Olivia was still snoozing peacefully, so she crept quietly to the kitchen and made herself a cup of coffee. As she sipped she screwed up her courage to call Tara.
By the time she had finished her cup of coffee and started on a second, she was ready. She picked up her phone and made the call. Tara answered immediately, sounding genuinely happy to hear from her. When Claire explained the situation Tara swore that she knew nothing about it and promised to talk to Mimi and call back. Claire wasn’t 100% convinced but said OK and hung up.
When Claire walked back into the bedroom Olivia had rolled over onto her side, clutching a stuffed panda bear to her chest. She looked absolutely and utterly adorable. Claire slipped into bed next to her and spooned her from behind, reveling in the soft creaminess of her flesh.
Claire licked Olivia on the nape of the neck, then kissed and nibbled across her shoulder blades and down her back. Olivia moaned, beginning to come awake. Claire traced her tongue around Olivia’s side and into the little crevice above her waist. From there she moved up and around toward the front, gently nudging the stuffed bear aside and taking a nipple into her mouth.
Olivia let out a little “Mmmmmm” sound and rolled over onto her back, wrapping one arm around Claire as Claire moved on to the other breast. It was hard for Claire to pull herself away from Olivia’s tits – they were so savory in the mouth – but she had another destination in mind. She licked her way down Olivia’s ribcage, belly, and hipbones; Olivia arched her back, lifted her hips, and opened her legs. Her pussy was blooming with readiness.
Her patience at an end, Claire slid forward and began to lap away at Olivia’s cunt. She felt Olivia fumbling at the belt of her jeans, and then tugging them off. Soon they were 69ing, locked tightly in each others’ embrace, and the outside world was forgotten.
* * *
Janice arrived 15 minutes early for dinner, looking eager and gripping a bottle of Champagne in each hand. She’d been on her best behavior all week, playing hostess to her entire extended family, and was ready to cut loose a little.
All it took was one look at Celeste for her to know it was going to be a great night. The new addition to Jessica’s household was absolutely breathtaking, and Jessica was always so generous about sharing her treasures. From that point on Janice relaxed into the flow of things, popping open a bottle of bubbly and acting the polite guest while anticipating what pleasures the evening might hold.
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Thursday, March 17, 2016
Dear Readers
“Housewives and Cheerleaders” will resume in the coming weeks. In the meantime, I’ve been experimenting with a new platform: the story site Wattpad. You can see what I’m working on here:
https://www.wattpad.com/myworks/65600766-dominated-by-stepdaughter
Take a look and let me know what you think.
As always, thanks for reading.
Best,
AL
https://www.wattpad.com/myworks/65600766-dominated-by-stepdaughter
Take a look and let me know what you think.
As always, thanks for reading.
Best,
AL
Monday, March 14, 2016
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 131
It was Claire who initiated the kiss, but Olivia certainly did not resist. Claire’s lips were plump, soft, and delicious, and Olivia immediately felt her temperature rise – it was like she hadn’t been touched in weeks, though she’d spent half the previous night in bed with Lexi.
Claire’s hand traced up the inside of Olivia’s thigh and explored the wetness between her legs. Olivia surrendered, moaning softly, ready for action. But then Claire suddenly pulled away.
“Let’s not do this here,” she said. “Why don’t you come to my place?”
* * *
On her way home, Jackie stopped about a half hour away to text Sara that she was almost there. Over the holiday she had gone off to visit her parents while Sara – who was estranged from her own family – stayed at home.
At first, Sara had enjoyed having some time to herself, spending a lot of time reading and taking long hot baths. But as the days wore on she had grown increasingly lonely and her messages to Jackie had grown increasingly desperate, to the point where Jackie cut her planned trip short by two days.
Jackie didn’t quite know how she and Sara had become so wrapped up in each other in such a short time. Sara drove her crazy, both in a good way and a bad way. On the one hand, Sara was so emotional, so flighty, so unpredictable; on the other hand she was so fundamentally alluring that the more Jackie got to know her, the more she got drawn in.
And there was something about Sara that brought out a hidden part of Jackie’s personality – her dominant side. In Sara’s presence Jackie felt stronger, more powerful, more decisive. This in turn brought out Sara’s submissive side, and the two mutually reinforced each other. Never in any previous relationship had either of them acted the way they acted toward each other.
Pulling up in front of Sara’s house, Jackie took a minute to sit quietly. It had been a long drive and she was tired. But at the same time, she knew that something exciting probably awaited her inside, and she was eager to find out what.
The front door was unlocked, but the house was quiet and dark, though unusually warm. Jackie found Sara upstairs, in the dimly lit bedroom, naked. She had tied her own feet and one of her hands to the bed; her other hand gripped the bedpost on that side.
“Hi,” said Sara. “I’ve been waiting for you. And waiting and waiting and waiting.” Her tone was petulant, but also teasing.
“Well, I’m here now,” answered Jackie.
The sight of Sara’s nude body, bound and at her disposal, inflamed Jackie. Her nipples sprang to attention and her juices began to flow. She stripped naked and climbed onto the bed, laying down full length atop Sara, and they shared a hot, wet kiss.
Jackie moved down to lick and suck Sara’s tits, letting her right leg slide down between Sara’s legs. Grinding her pussy eagerly against Jackie’s thigh, Sara began to pant rhythmically. Jackie could feel the need emanating from Sara’s crotch, and she started to move to give it her attention.
But then she thought, no. I’m going to look after my own needs first for once. She climbed up to straddle Sara’s head, poising her pussy right above Sara’s mouth. In this position what could Sara do but obey? She stuck her tongue out and went to work.
Once Jackie had come a couple of times she felt more relaxed, and more generous. She retrieved a strap-on from the bedside table and waved it in Sara’s face.
“You want this?”
Sara eyes were wide, her breath coming unevenly. “You know I do.”
Jackie took her sweet time getting ready, watching Sara squirm. At one point Sara’s free hand found its way between her legs, and Jackie shook a finger at her. “Not if you want this,” she said, gripping the shaft of the dildo in her fist.
Sara obediently returned her hand to its place on the bedpost, frowning. “Well come on and fuck me then.”
“I’ll fuck you when I’m damn good and ready,” barked Jackie. But she was ready soon enough. She positioned herself between Sara’s legs, teasing Sara’s pussy with the tip of the strap-on. Sara’s free hand moved to Jackie’s ass, encouraging her to go in deeper, and Jackie let it stay there. A long “Unnnnhhhhhh” came from way down in Sara’s throat as the dildo filled her to completeness.
Jackie gave it to Sara long and hard, but also tenderly. She really enjoyed making Sara come, watching her face change from hunger to ecstasy to afterglow. Then, after a minute’s rest, the process started all over again.
Sara was highly multiorgasmic, and each one seemed to get a little stronger, until finally she went limp and Jackie could tell that she was done. Jackie pulled out and rolled over onto her side, gazing down as a satisfied smile illuminated Sara’s beautiful face.
* * *
Later that night, Olivia and Claire lay naked in bed in Claire’s tiny studio apartment, eating ice cream and talking.
“I guess I’m going to have to ask Tara about this,” said Claire, referring to the web site showing explicit pictures of the two of them. “I think she’s back from New York today.” Picking up her phone from the bedside table, Claire sighed. “But I don’t really want to.”
“I thought you two were close?” said Olivia.
“Yeah,” said Claire, “but lately, I don’t know, I’m tired of that whole scene. Being with Gina is so nice. No games, no hidden agendas... it’s the complete opposite of being around Mimi. Who, as you can see, does have hidden agendas. And Tara is her right-hand girl, her, like, protege or whatever.”
Claire took a big spoonful of ice cream and handed the carton to Olivia. “And here I am, fucking around on Gina first chance I get. Well, it serves her right for leaving me alone all week.” She sighed again. “I really don’t do relationships very well.”
“I know what you mean,” said Olivia. “Sometimes I think I’m just, like, a total slut.”
“I think so too,” joked Claire, and they both laughed. Dipping her spoon into the ice cream, Claire dabbed a little onto each of Olivia’s breasts and leaned down to lick it off. After all, what was done was done; having a second go-round wasn’t going to change anything.
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Claire’s hand traced up the inside of Olivia’s thigh and explored the wetness between her legs. Olivia surrendered, moaning softly, ready for action. But then Claire suddenly pulled away.
“Let’s not do this here,” she said. “Why don’t you come to my place?”
* * *
On her way home, Jackie stopped about a half hour away to text Sara that she was almost there. Over the holiday she had gone off to visit her parents while Sara – who was estranged from her own family – stayed at home.
At first, Sara had enjoyed having some time to herself, spending a lot of time reading and taking long hot baths. But as the days wore on she had grown increasingly lonely and her messages to Jackie had grown increasingly desperate, to the point where Jackie cut her planned trip short by two days.
Jackie didn’t quite know how she and Sara had become so wrapped up in each other in such a short time. Sara drove her crazy, both in a good way and a bad way. On the one hand, Sara was so emotional, so flighty, so unpredictable; on the other hand she was so fundamentally alluring that the more Jackie got to know her, the more she got drawn in.
And there was something about Sara that brought out a hidden part of Jackie’s personality – her dominant side. In Sara’s presence Jackie felt stronger, more powerful, more decisive. This in turn brought out Sara’s submissive side, and the two mutually reinforced each other. Never in any previous relationship had either of them acted the way they acted toward each other.
Pulling up in front of Sara’s house, Jackie took a minute to sit quietly. It had been a long drive and she was tired. But at the same time, she knew that something exciting probably awaited her inside, and she was eager to find out what.
The front door was unlocked, but the house was quiet and dark, though unusually warm. Jackie found Sara upstairs, in the dimly lit bedroom, naked. She had tied her own feet and one of her hands to the bed; her other hand gripped the bedpost on that side.
“Hi,” said Sara. “I’ve been waiting for you. And waiting and waiting and waiting.” Her tone was petulant, but also teasing.
“Well, I’m here now,” answered Jackie.
The sight of Sara’s nude body, bound and at her disposal, inflamed Jackie. Her nipples sprang to attention and her juices began to flow. She stripped naked and climbed onto the bed, laying down full length atop Sara, and they shared a hot, wet kiss.
Jackie moved down to lick and suck Sara’s tits, letting her right leg slide down between Sara’s legs. Grinding her pussy eagerly against Jackie’s thigh, Sara began to pant rhythmically. Jackie could feel the need emanating from Sara’s crotch, and she started to move to give it her attention.
But then she thought, no. I’m going to look after my own needs first for once. She climbed up to straddle Sara’s head, poising her pussy right above Sara’s mouth. In this position what could Sara do but obey? She stuck her tongue out and went to work.
Once Jackie had come a couple of times she felt more relaxed, and more generous. She retrieved a strap-on from the bedside table and waved it in Sara’s face.
“You want this?”
Sara eyes were wide, her breath coming unevenly. “You know I do.”
Jackie took her sweet time getting ready, watching Sara squirm. At one point Sara’s free hand found its way between her legs, and Jackie shook a finger at her. “Not if you want this,” she said, gripping the shaft of the dildo in her fist.
Sara obediently returned her hand to its place on the bedpost, frowning. “Well come on and fuck me then.”
“I’ll fuck you when I’m damn good and ready,” barked Jackie. But she was ready soon enough. She positioned herself between Sara’s legs, teasing Sara’s pussy with the tip of the strap-on. Sara’s free hand moved to Jackie’s ass, encouraging her to go in deeper, and Jackie let it stay there. A long “Unnnnhhhhhh” came from way down in Sara’s throat as the dildo filled her to completeness.
Jackie gave it to Sara long and hard, but also tenderly. She really enjoyed making Sara come, watching her face change from hunger to ecstasy to afterglow. Then, after a minute’s rest, the process started all over again.
Sara was highly multiorgasmic, and each one seemed to get a little stronger, until finally she went limp and Jackie could tell that she was done. Jackie pulled out and rolled over onto her side, gazing down as a satisfied smile illuminated Sara’s beautiful face.
* * *
Later that night, Olivia and Claire lay naked in bed in Claire’s tiny studio apartment, eating ice cream and talking.
“I guess I’m going to have to ask Tara about this,” said Claire, referring to the web site showing explicit pictures of the two of them. “I think she’s back from New York today.” Picking up her phone from the bedside table, Claire sighed. “But I don’t really want to.”
“I thought you two were close?” said Olivia.
“Yeah,” said Claire, “but lately, I don’t know, I’m tired of that whole scene. Being with Gina is so nice. No games, no hidden agendas... it’s the complete opposite of being around Mimi. Who, as you can see, does have hidden agendas. And Tara is her right-hand girl, her, like, protege or whatever.”
Claire took a big spoonful of ice cream and handed the carton to Olivia. “And here I am, fucking around on Gina first chance I get. Well, it serves her right for leaving me alone all week.” She sighed again. “I really don’t do relationships very well.”
“I know what you mean,” said Olivia. “Sometimes I think I’m just, like, a total slut.”
“I think so too,” joked Claire, and they both laughed. Dipping her spoon into the ice cream, Claire dabbed a little onto each of Olivia’s breasts and leaned down to lick it off. After all, what was done was done; having a second go-round wasn’t going to change anything.
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