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, August 12, 2016
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 18, 2016
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 139
Tanya had put on pajamas and gone to bed, but there was no way she was going to be able to sleep. Her mind was much too busy processing what had happened over the last few hours, and trying to figure out what was going to happen next. Plus she could hear moans from the living room — first those coming from the TV, and later those coming from the two real live girls.
She had always been bi-curious, though she never would have thought to put it in those words. All she knew was that she sometimes found herself appreciating the beauty, the grace, the sweet softness of other women, and feeling a vague desire to get to know them more intimately. But she had always crammed these thoughts deep down inside and assumed they’d stay there.
Tonight she could no longer ignore them. After tossing and turning for more than an hour Tanya had found herself standing up from the bed and walking to the door. She’d moved without thinking, as if in a trance, down the hall. Standing in the doorway leading to the living room, in the flickering light from the TV screen, she saw Rose on her knees in front of the couch, face buried in Rebecca’s pussy.
Rebecca and Tanya looked at each other thoughtfully. There were no more secrets now, no more half-truths; all the cards were on the table. Slowly, inexorably, Tanya was drawn forward until she stood right next to Rebecca. Her knees were just inches from Rose’s shoulder but Rose, preoccupied, hadn’t yet seen her.
Looking back on it later, Tanya would think about that moment. She still could have changed her mind, gone back to bed, tried to pretend that whole evening had never happened. Maybe her life would have gone on more or less the same way it had been. Instead, she reached down, unbuttoned her pajama top, and let it fall open.
Rebecca drew in her breath. Tanya had, absolutely and without question, the most magnificent breasts she’d ever seen — not that she had seen that many, but there was something very special about these. They were large, round, full, and firm, with perfect pink nipples that were standing up tall and proud. Craning her head, Rebecca took the one closest to her into her mouth.
Tanya let her head fall back and closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of Rebecca’s warm mouth on her flesh. It was only at this point that Rose looked up from between Rebecca’s legs and saw what was going on. Giving her friend a knowing smile, Rose moved to suck Tanya’s other nipple.
Feeling two mouths on her, Tanya opened her eyes and looked down at the two black-haired heads bobbing at her chest level. She put a hand on each one and gently stroked their hair — so soft, so lovely. They smelled delicious too, these girls — like flowers, vanilla, peaches, and of course the tangy aroma wafting up from between their legs.
Tanya had never before smelled a pussy other than her own, but she had always secretly enjoyed the scent that came from down there when she was aroused. Which she was right now — extremely aroused; she could feel the fluid flowing between her legs and running down her thighs. Her legs felt a little weak but she managed to stay upright, keeping her hands on Rebecca and Rose for balance.
After giving the older woman’s breasts a long and lavish tongue bath, Rebecca and Rose each hooked a finger into the waistband of Tanya’s pajama bottoms. Working in concert, they slowly pulled the pajamas down and let them drop to the floor. Tanya now stood there naked, nervous and excited. She was about to have her first lesbian experience — a threesome, no less, with two young women for whom she was supposed to be providing guidance and stability.
The rational part of her mind was trying to tell her to stop this, that it was wrong. But it was too late; in her heart she had already crossed the line. Her legs gave way but she felt herself being caught by four hands, which eased her down onto the couch.
Dropping down in front of her, Rebecca and Rose each took hold of one of Tanya’s knees. They spread her legs wide to reveal a dripping wet, bright pink pussy just begging for attention. Tanya’s heart was pounding, her breath was shallow and uneven. She let out a long, deep moan as each of the girls planted a kiss on one of her inner thighs.
Tanya had never felt anything like the sensation of two soft tongues tracing up her thighs, circling her crotch, and then meeting in the middle. She surrendered utterly and completely to the pleasure of the moment, again gently stroking Rose and Rebecca’s heads with her hands. She was so sensitized, so ready, that she spasmed slightly with every little touch. Rebecca and Rose took it slow with her, probing and caressing gently with fingers and tongues, but even so it didn’t take long before she went over the edge. Her body stiffened, hands gripping the girls’ skulls tightly as the wave of climax rippled through her, then relaxed.
Rebecca and Rose turned to each other and made out for a while, tasting Tanya’s juices on each others’ lips, then dove back in again. It took a little longer this time, but Tanya’s second orgasm was much more intense, causing her head to fall back on the edge of the couch and her eyes to roll back in her head. Again Rebecca and Rose embraced, tongues pushing into each other’s mouths, boobs pressing together underneath.
Finally Rebecca and Rose separated and stood before Tanya naked, holding hands, looking suddenly innocent in their youth and freshness. Tanya sat up and the three of them looked at each other, smiling conspiratorially, a new bond having been formed between them. From that point on it was almost like they were communicating telepathically, like they all knew what they were going to do next without anyone having to say anything.
Rebecca offered her free hand to Tanya, who took it, standing up from the couch. With Rose on one side and Tanya on the other, Rebecca led the way to the bedroom that she and Rose had been sharing. For a minute Tanya remained in the doorway with Rebecca as Rose climbed onto the bed, stretching out full-length with her legs slightly parted.
Tanya looked at Rebecca, who nodded almost imperceptibly by way of encouragement, then moved over toward the bed. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Tanya bent over to take one of Rose’s breasts into her mouth. They were much smaller than Tanya’s own, just pert little mouthfuls. Rose squirmed and giggled a little, reaching down to cup Tanya’s ass as she leaned across to suck the other nipple.
Rebecca just stood there watching as Tanya made her way down Rose’s body. She had the perfect viewing angle as Rose’s legs fell open all the way and Tanya’s head moved down between them, her tongue reaching out for its first taste of another woman’s cunt.
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Rebecca and Tanya looked at each other thoughtfully. There were no more secrets now, no more half-truths; all the cards were on the table. Slowly, inexorably, Tanya was drawn forward until she stood right next to Rebecca. Her knees were just inches from Rose’s shoulder but Rose, preoccupied, hadn’t yet seen her.
Looking back on it later, Tanya would think about that moment. She still could have changed her mind, gone back to bed, tried to pretend that whole evening had never happened. Maybe her life would have gone on more or less the same way it had been. Instead, she reached down, unbuttoned her pajama top, and let it fall open.
Rebecca drew in her breath. Tanya had, absolutely and without question, the most magnificent breasts she’d ever seen — not that she had seen that many, but there was something very special about these. They were large, round, full, and firm, with perfect pink nipples that were standing up tall and proud. Craning her head, Rebecca took the one closest to her into her mouth.
Tanya let her head fall back and closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of Rebecca’s warm mouth on her flesh. It was only at this point that Rose looked up from between Rebecca’s legs and saw what was going on. Giving her friend a knowing smile, Rose moved to suck Tanya’s other nipple.
Feeling two mouths on her, Tanya opened her eyes and looked down at the two black-haired heads bobbing at her chest level. She put a hand on each one and gently stroked their hair — so soft, so lovely. They smelled delicious too, these girls — like flowers, vanilla, peaches, and of course the tangy aroma wafting up from between their legs.
Tanya had never before smelled a pussy other than her own, but she had always secretly enjoyed the scent that came from down there when she was aroused. Which she was right now — extremely aroused; she could feel the fluid flowing between her legs and running down her thighs. Her legs felt a little weak but she managed to stay upright, keeping her hands on Rebecca and Rose for balance.
After giving the older woman’s breasts a long and lavish tongue bath, Rebecca and Rose each hooked a finger into the waistband of Tanya’s pajama bottoms. Working in concert, they slowly pulled the pajamas down and let them drop to the floor. Tanya now stood there naked, nervous and excited. She was about to have her first lesbian experience — a threesome, no less, with two young women for whom she was supposed to be providing guidance and stability.
The rational part of her mind was trying to tell her to stop this, that it was wrong. But it was too late; in her heart she had already crossed the line. Her legs gave way but she felt herself being caught by four hands, which eased her down onto the couch.
Dropping down in front of her, Rebecca and Rose each took hold of one of Tanya’s knees. They spread her legs wide to reveal a dripping wet, bright pink pussy just begging for attention. Tanya’s heart was pounding, her breath was shallow and uneven. She let out a long, deep moan as each of the girls planted a kiss on one of her inner thighs.
Tanya had never felt anything like the sensation of two soft tongues tracing up her thighs, circling her crotch, and then meeting in the middle. She surrendered utterly and completely to the pleasure of the moment, again gently stroking Rose and Rebecca’s heads with her hands. She was so sensitized, so ready, that she spasmed slightly with every little touch. Rebecca and Rose took it slow with her, probing and caressing gently with fingers and tongues, but even so it didn’t take long before she went over the edge. Her body stiffened, hands gripping the girls’ skulls tightly as the wave of climax rippled through her, then relaxed.
Rebecca and Rose turned to each other and made out for a while, tasting Tanya’s juices on each others’ lips, then dove back in again. It took a little longer this time, but Tanya’s second orgasm was much more intense, causing her head to fall back on the edge of the couch and her eyes to roll back in her head. Again Rebecca and Rose embraced, tongues pushing into each other’s mouths, boobs pressing together underneath.
Finally Rebecca and Rose separated and stood before Tanya naked, holding hands, looking suddenly innocent in their youth and freshness. Tanya sat up and the three of them looked at each other, smiling conspiratorially, a new bond having been formed between them. From that point on it was almost like they were communicating telepathically, like they all knew what they were going to do next without anyone having to say anything.
Rebecca offered her free hand to Tanya, who took it, standing up from the couch. With Rose on one side and Tanya on the other, Rebecca led the way to the bedroom that she and Rose had been sharing. For a minute Tanya remained in the doorway with Rebecca as Rose climbed onto the bed, stretching out full-length with her legs slightly parted.
Tanya looked at Rebecca, who nodded almost imperceptibly by way of encouragement, then moved over toward the bed. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Tanya bent over to take one of Rose’s breasts into her mouth. They were much smaller than Tanya’s own, just pert little mouthfuls. Rose squirmed and giggled a little, reaching down to cup Tanya’s ass as she leaned across to suck the other nipple.
Rebecca just stood there watching as Tanya made her way down Rose’s body. She had the perfect viewing angle as Rose’s legs fell open all the way and Tanya’s head moved down between them, her tongue reaching out for its first taste of another woman’s cunt.
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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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Tuesday, June 14, 2016
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 137
An inspiration suddenly struck Jessica. “Nobody move,” she called out to her “actors,” and nobody did.
Picking up the nun’s habit from where it lay on the floor, Jessica whispered a few words into Jane’s ear and strode out of the room. For a minute it was like the set of a real porn movie — three naked girls waiting around between takes, unsure of what to do with themselves.
Then Jessica appeared wearing the habit, and just like that, they were all back in character. The camera remained off, sitting on the coffee table; this scene was just for fun.
Looking at Jane, Jessica said sternly “Sister, what’s going on here?” Jane, looking sheepish, stuttered out a few syllables before Jessica cut her off. “Never mind, I can see perfectly well what you’ve been doing. You know the consequences.” To Marie and Celeste she said, “You two — up!”
The two girls scrambled to obey, and once they were out of the way Jessica said to Jane, “Hands on the desk, Sister.” Jane complied and Jessica, gripping her by the hips, pulled her back so that her ass was sticking out more. Then Jessica picked up the ruler and whacked it a couple times on her palm.
Jane glanced back over her shoulder, trying her best to look scared. The truth was that she was ready for a good spanking. Nevertheless she gritted her teeth and gasped when the first blow landed.
Jessica did not hold back, and soon both of Jane’s cheeks were glowing bright red. Marie and Celeste sat together watching, whispering, still pretending they were two schoolgirls watching their teacher be punished. They both responded viscerally to what they were seeing, nipples stiffening, pussies lubricating.
Jessica sat the ruler down and penetrated Jane with one finger, then two. Jane grunted and moved her hands to grip the side of the desk as Jessica finger-fucked her hard and fast. Then, in one swift motion, Jessica lifted Jane and flipped her so she was on her back on the desk, her head hanging off one edge. Lifting her habit, Jessica took a step forward and gripped Jane’s head between her thighs.
A muffled “Mmmph” escaped Jane’s mouth as she began to hungrily slurp her mistress’s pussy. Jessica pointed to Marie and indicated that she was to move around and go down on Jane, which she promptly did. Celeste, acting on her own initiative, came up behind Jessica and pulled the habit up and off. She embraced Jessica from behind, her boobs pressing into Jessica’s back, cupping Jessica’s breasts with both hands.
There was no more play-acting at this point – it was real passion, real lust. Jessica felt Celeste nuzzling into her neck as Jane’s tongue pushed up inside her. Then Celeste’s finger was touching her clit and she was coming, explosively, leaning back into Celeste for support. She relaxed and went limp, content for once to be vulnerable, letting her weight fall back against Celeste’s strength.
* * *
Having enjoyed their movie night so much, Rebecca asked Tanya if they could do it again Friday night. Tanya agreed, though not without some hesitation; she’d had some uncomfortable moments the previous night. Rebecca went on to ask if they could get something from the video store, just for a change in pace. In fact, Rebecca had a plan; she’d looked up lesbian-oriented movies on the internet, and she knew exactly what she wanted to get.
At the video store, Rebecca handed the DVD of Blue Is the Warmest Color to Tanya, saying “I read that this one is really good.” When Tanya went to check out, the cashier — a tall and striking black girl whose nametag read “Ana” — gave her a funny look. She assumed that the girls with Tanya were her daughters, and wondered what they would think of the explicit lesbian sex scenes in the movie they were getting.
“I hope you enjoy it,” said Ana.
“Thanks,” replied Tanya. “Have a good night.”
Back at home Tanya made popcorn and, feeling festive, opened a bottle of white wine. She poured herself a big glass and, after a moment’s hesitation, asked Rebecca and Rose if they wanted some. She knew that technically she was not supposed to do that, as neither girl was yet 21; but she hated drinking alone and she felt like this was a safe environment for them to experiment with alcohol. After all, most girls their age had been drinking for years already, whatever the law said.
After talking it over for a minute Rebecca and Rose said sure, they’d love to have some wine. Tanya poured them each a small glass and they adjourned to the living room, turning down the lights and starting the movie.
* * *
Olivia, Claire, and Tara, meanwhile, had met up in front of Mimi’s. Without consciously coordinating it, they had all dressed entirely in black, like the burglars they sort of were. There were dozens of cars parked all around, loud music was booming from an upstairs window, and there was a festive feeling in the air. They felt confident that no one was paying any attention to them.
With Tara leading the way, they slipped in through the back door and made their way down a darkened hallway to the computer room. Tara unlocked the door and they went in, Claire going immediately to boot up one of the machines. The startup noise echoed noisily through the quiet room, making them all jump, then gradually subsided.
As Claire worked at the computer with Tara looking over her shoulder, Olivia went to the door, which they had brought to but not closed. Cracking it open, intending to look down the hall, she found herself staring into the barrel of a gun.
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Picking up the nun’s habit from where it lay on the floor, Jessica whispered a few words into Jane’s ear and strode out of the room. For a minute it was like the set of a real porn movie — three naked girls waiting around between takes, unsure of what to do with themselves.
Then Jessica appeared wearing the habit, and just like that, they were all back in character. The camera remained off, sitting on the coffee table; this scene was just for fun.
Looking at Jane, Jessica said sternly “Sister, what’s going on here?” Jane, looking sheepish, stuttered out a few syllables before Jessica cut her off. “Never mind, I can see perfectly well what you’ve been doing. You know the consequences.” To Marie and Celeste she said, “You two — up!”
The two girls scrambled to obey, and once they were out of the way Jessica said to Jane, “Hands on the desk, Sister.” Jane complied and Jessica, gripping her by the hips, pulled her back so that her ass was sticking out more. Then Jessica picked up the ruler and whacked it a couple times on her palm.
Jane glanced back over her shoulder, trying her best to look scared. The truth was that she was ready for a good spanking. Nevertheless she gritted her teeth and gasped when the first blow landed.
Jessica did not hold back, and soon both of Jane’s cheeks were glowing bright red. Marie and Celeste sat together watching, whispering, still pretending they were two schoolgirls watching their teacher be punished. They both responded viscerally to what they were seeing, nipples stiffening, pussies lubricating.
Jessica sat the ruler down and penetrated Jane with one finger, then two. Jane grunted and moved her hands to grip the side of the desk as Jessica finger-fucked her hard and fast. Then, in one swift motion, Jessica lifted Jane and flipped her so she was on her back on the desk, her head hanging off one edge. Lifting her habit, Jessica took a step forward and gripped Jane’s head between her thighs.
A muffled “Mmmph” escaped Jane’s mouth as she began to hungrily slurp her mistress’s pussy. Jessica pointed to Marie and indicated that she was to move around and go down on Jane, which she promptly did. Celeste, acting on her own initiative, came up behind Jessica and pulled the habit up and off. She embraced Jessica from behind, her boobs pressing into Jessica’s back, cupping Jessica’s breasts with both hands.
There was no more play-acting at this point – it was real passion, real lust. Jessica felt Celeste nuzzling into her neck as Jane’s tongue pushed up inside her. Then Celeste’s finger was touching her clit and she was coming, explosively, leaning back into Celeste for support. She relaxed and went limp, content for once to be vulnerable, letting her weight fall back against Celeste’s strength.
* * *
Having enjoyed their movie night so much, Rebecca asked Tanya if they could do it again Friday night. Tanya agreed, though not without some hesitation; she’d had some uncomfortable moments the previous night. Rebecca went on to ask if they could get something from the video store, just for a change in pace. In fact, Rebecca had a plan; she’d looked up lesbian-oriented movies on the internet, and she knew exactly what she wanted to get.
At the video store, Rebecca handed the DVD of Blue Is the Warmest Color to Tanya, saying “I read that this one is really good.” When Tanya went to check out, the cashier — a tall and striking black girl whose nametag read “Ana” — gave her a funny look. She assumed that the girls with Tanya were her daughters, and wondered what they would think of the explicit lesbian sex scenes in the movie they were getting.
“I hope you enjoy it,” said Ana.
“Thanks,” replied Tanya. “Have a good night.”
Back at home Tanya made popcorn and, feeling festive, opened a bottle of white wine. She poured herself a big glass and, after a moment’s hesitation, asked Rebecca and Rose if they wanted some. She knew that technically she was not supposed to do that, as neither girl was yet 21; but she hated drinking alone and she felt like this was a safe environment for them to experiment with alcohol. After all, most girls their age had been drinking for years already, whatever the law said.
After talking it over for a minute Rebecca and Rose said sure, they’d love to have some wine. Tanya poured them each a small glass and they adjourned to the living room, turning down the lights and starting the movie.
* * *
Olivia, Claire, and Tara, meanwhile, had met up in front of Mimi’s. Without consciously coordinating it, they had all dressed entirely in black, like the burglars they sort of were. There were dozens of cars parked all around, loud music was booming from an upstairs window, and there was a festive feeling in the air. They felt confident that no one was paying any attention to them.
With Tara leading the way, they slipped in through the back door and made their way down a darkened hallway to the computer room. Tara unlocked the door and they went in, Claire going immediately to boot up one of the machines. The startup noise echoed noisily through the quiet room, making them all jump, then gradually subsided.
As Claire worked at the computer with Tara looking over her shoulder, Olivia went to the door, which they had brought to but not closed. Cracking it open, intending to look down the hall, she found herself staring into the barrel of a gun.
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