Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 32

Jackie woke up from a highly erotic dream feeling disoriented and kind of uncomfortable. It took her a few seconds of looking around the room to remember that she had spent the night at Lexi’s, against her better judgement; after a long day of school and practice, followed by a long, sweaty roll in the hay, she hadn’t had the energy to go home. The discomfort came from her arms, which had been lifted over her head and tied to the bedposts, one with a scarf and one with the belt of a robe.

Just at that moment Lexi appeared in the doorway, backlit by golden morning light. She looked absolutely breathtaking – naked, her contours wrapped in sunbeams, her blonde hair like a halo of glowing threads. She gave Jackie a dazzling smile as she entered the room.

“Good morning,” purred Lexi.

“Hey,” murmured Jackie, feeling vulnerable and foolish. She pulled at her bound hands, to no avail. “Listen, I really need to get going. I have to get home and change and get to school.”

Lexi glanced over at the bedside clock. “You have a little time. I’ll make this quick.” 

Jackie gulped. This was a new, more assertive version of little Lexi. Apparently her successful seduction of the cheerleading coach had built up her confidence. It was surprising, but not unsexy, and Jackie began to get excited despite herself.

 

In truth, Lexi was just as surprised as Jackie was. She was normally a shy and submissive personality, but on this particular morning, the sight of the teacher slumbering peacefully in her bed had stirred something inside her. She found herself following the dictates of an inner voice that seemed to be coming from some new and different place.

Walking over with a certain swagger in her step, Lexi climbed onto the bed and straddled Jackie, moving slowly up until her pussy was poised above the teacher’s head. It was glistening slightly, one drop of juice hanging from a golden curl framed in sunlight. There was no point in resisting; Jackie lifted her head slightly and ran her tongue along Lexi’s slit.

She had only gotten a brief taste, though, before Lexi scooted down and laid herself down on top of Jackie, their feet touching and their breasts mashed together. They shared a long, probing, wet kiss, Lexi lapping the traces of her nectar off the older woman’s face. Then Lexi kissed slowly down Jackie’s body, lingering for just a minute at her nipples and navel before arriving between her legs. Spreading Jackie’s legs wide and laying herself flat on the bed, Lexi parted the dark lips with a thumb and an index finger, opening the way to the inviting pinkness inside.

The pussy licking that followed was among the best of Jackie’s life. It was tender and loving, and at the same time aggressive and passionate. Lexi took her time getting to Jackie’s clit, and when she did, Jackie almost immediately had an orgasm that made her eyes roll back in her head. At that point Lexi went back to licking around Jackie’s inner thighs and across the outside of her pussy, then returned to her clit and made her come again. She repeated this process twice more before finally sitting up and wiping the cunt juice off her face with the back of her hand.

When Lexi finally untied Jackie it was later than she would have preferred, but you certainly weren’t going to hear her complaining.

* * *

The level of sexual activity declined significantly in the next couple of days as the cheerleaders prepared for the big game, as well as a big chemistry test most of them had that week, while the housewives spent a lot of time shopping to get ready for Thanksgiving.

Jessica, on the other hand, was thoroughly enjoying her new plaything. On Tuesday she decided to take Jane into the city on a visit to her favorite club. Marie was left behind to prepare for Thanksgiving, much to her chagrin. At times she felt rather jealous of the new addition to the household, and she almost threw a tantrum over being left out of this excursion; but she knew better than to question her mistress’s desires.

For the trip Jessica dressed Jane in relatively normal, if rather slutty, clothes – a tight, short skirt, heels, and a leather bustier – and a platinum blonde wig. Around her neck went a plain leather choker that did nothing to hide her “Slave” tattoo. In this outfit Jane looked very much like a high-priced whore, and Jessica accented the effect with a jacket of Marie’s, a frilly black number with feathers. Seeing the widow in her clothes Marie wanted to scream, but she controlled herself and kept her obedient smile frozen in place.

It was just getting toward sunset when Jessica’s SUV pulled up outside an unremarkable-looking storefront on the outskirts of downtown. Holding Jane, who was a little unsteady on her heels, by one elbow, Jessica escorted her to the door. The only marking anywhere on the place was the baroque inscription “#9.”

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Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 31

Cheerleading practice that day was especially intense, given the importance of that week’s game. But Jackie London found that she didn’t have to do too much; the seniors mostly ran the show, and she could hang back and watch. She got a very warm feeling in her heart seeing what confident, capable young women Kelly, Kat, Olivia, and Ana had become; and a warm feeling in a different part of her body thinking what intimate knowledge she’d had of all of them.

Lexi was in a different category, of course; though nominally a senior, she was pretty new and so couldn’t be expected to take the same kind of leadership role. She still looked kind of lost out there sometimes, and the one time during practice that Jackie really stepped in was to scold a younger girl who gave Lexi a hard time for missing a step.

After practice, Jackie had some paperwork to do, and when she finally left her office everyone was gone except Lexi, who was slouched down near her locker reading a history book with a glum look on her face.

“Hey, Lex,” said the coach. “What are you doing still here?”

“Nothing,” answered the blonde. “My dad’s out of town so I’m in no hurry to get home. It’s kind of lonely in the house.”

“Oh,” said Jackie sympathetically. “That’s too bad. Well... do you want a ride home?”

“Sure!” Lexi responded, perking up a little. She put the book in her backpack and followed Jackie to the parking lot. By the time they got to her house Lexi seemed pretty well cheered up, but when they pulled up in front she just sat quietly for a minute. “I hate going in by myself,” she finally said. “Would you come in with me?”

“Um, OK,” said Jackie, turning off the ignition. She followed Lexi up the walk, reflexively looking around to see if anyone might be watching; but it was dark and quiet. When they got inside Lexi led Jackie to the kitchen and beckoned her to have a seat.

“How about a cup of tea?” asked Lexi.

“Well...” Jackie answered hesitantly. “OK. But after that I really need to go. I have papers to grade tonight.”

Once the tea was on the table, Lexi said, “Let me make you some pasta. You’re so busy, you need something to eat.”

Jackie assented, and even lingered a little after she finished eating, sensing that Lexi really wanted company. Finally she started making polite noises like it was time to go. Lexi responded by stripping off her shirt and bra and tossing them aside. Walking over next to Jackie, Lexi looked plaintively into the older woman’s eyes and begged, “Please don’t go.”

With Lexi’s firm, lovely young breasts bobbing in her face, it was hard for Jackie to say no. “I shouldn’t,” she protested. “I promised I’d have the papers back tomorrow.”

“Oh, just give everybody a B,” argued Lexi. “Most people will be happy with that, and the brains could stand to be taken down a notch.”

At that moment Jackie was inclined to agree. She leaned forward and took one nipple into her mouth, rolling it around between her teeth and tongue. Then she sucked the other one, and afterward Lexi took her by the hand and guided her upstairs. Once they were in Lexi’s bedroom the teenager pulled off the rest of her clothes. She climbed up onto the bed and got onto her hands and knees with her ass facing Jackie, who had stopped in the doorway. “Would you please give me a spanking, Ms. London?” pleaded Lexi. “I need one really bad.”

Jackie hesitated, glancing behind her. It felt very risky being in Lexi’s house like this. Up to this point, all of her sexual encounters with students had been either at Jessica’s or on her own turf – her house or her office. In these contexts she felt relatively safe, though she was never not aware of the enormous risk she was taking; in fact that was part of the thrill. But now she felt like she might be crossing a line.

Then Jackie turned back to face Lexi, who was looking over her shoulder with a complicated expression that pierced Jackie to her very soul – a strange combination of wide-eyed innocence and raw need. As if reading Jackie’s mind, Lexi told her, “Don’t worry, my dad won’t be back till tomorrow night. I promise.”

That was the end of Jackie’s indecision; she took two long strides forward and brought her palm down hard on Lexi’s tender butt cheek. Lexi’s reaction was immediate and galvanic: Her whole body quivered; she lowered her head and let out a guttural, wordless cry. This in turn got Jackie’s adrenalin pumping, and she slapped Lexi’s other cheek even more forcefully, making the cheerleader yell a little louder. “Fuck yes,” barked Lexi. “Give me everything you have.”

The Lexi of two weeks ago would hardly have recognized her as she was now. She had really embraced her new identity as a kinky, promiscuous lesbian.

Jackie took a big windup and put all her strength into the next blow; Lexi took it with a grunt and asked for more. From that point on it was like a duel; each impact of hand on ass was harder than the last, each scream from Lexi increased in volume, driving Jackie to find a power in herself she didn’t know was there. Finally, after one mighty “thwack,” Lexi was silent, her head resting on the bed, her rear end still thrust defiantly in the air. Then, even so slowly, her knees buckled and she lay flat and still, her barely discernible breathing the only sign that she was still alive.

Shaking the sting out of her hand, Jackie stood looking down at the motionless form beneath her. She felt 10 feet tall. This feeling of power was intoxicating. With no particular sense of urgency Jackie removed each item of her clothing, folded it carefully, and stacked it on Lexi’s desk. When at last she was naked she rolled the helpless blonde over; Lexi opened her eyes and looked up with a crooked, debauched grin. Jackie climbed on top of her and felt completely deserving, completely justified, when she covered Lexi’s face with her pussy.


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Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 30

The next day was Monday, a school day for the cheerleaders. For the housewives, it was just a continuation of the weekend. Samantha, Betty Ann, and Janice gathered at Jessica’s, sipping mimosas by the pool and watching as Marie practiced her rope techniques on Jane in the living room. Some of the positions she was put in looked extremely uncomfortable, but Jane suffered it all without a word of complaint. Later she was brought outside and made to service each woman in turn. Janice, who went first, noticed that Jane’s head was now covered with a fine coating of stubble; reaching down, she confirmed that the same thing was happening between the new slave’s legs.

Meanwhile, at the high school, things were buzzing. It was a short week because of Thanksgiving, with the last home game of the season coming the day after the holiday. There was a lot of energy in the air and everyone seemed unusually hyped up.

Toward the end of lunchtime Kat ran into Olivia, who was looking especially cute in a pink skirt and tight sweater. Before she knew what was happening, Olivia found herself being pulled into a broom closet, fingered, and then made to clean her own juices off Kat’s hand. Something about the way Kat carried herself now, full of newfound forcefulness, made Olivia submit to her without hesitation.

Soon it was time for class again. Kelly Ann had English class right after lunch, but had a hard time concentrating. Instead she sat there daydreaming about her English teacher, Ms. Valentine. 

Ms. Valentine was a prim-and-proper type with brown hair and glasses; Kelly imagined her stripping off her pants, sitting down on Kelly’s desk, and spreading her legs wide. In the fantasy Kelly started licking her teacher’s pussy right there in front of everybody. This got her so wet that she forgot what was going on, and it was only when the teacher said “Miss Collins?” that Kelly realized Ms. Valentine had asked her a question.

That brought a smile from Adriana, who had been watching Kelly watch Ms. Valentine with a very good idea of what was going on in her head. Ana drifted off into a little fantasy of her own where Ms. Valentine caught her texting in class. She had just finished sending a text to Kelly that said “I want to eat ur pussy rite now” when Ms. V came up behind her and snatched the phone out of her hand... after reading what was on it she told Ana and Kelly to stay after class. As soon as class was over and everyone else had left Ms. V closed the door and locked it... she quickly and roughly stripped Ana naked and used her blouse to tie her hands behind her back. The teacher forced Ana to her knees as Kelly, without having to be told, sat down in Ms. V’s chair, hiked up her skirt, and pulled off her panties. Ms. V guided Ana’s head into Kelly’s dripping crotch, saying “Is this what you wanted?”

Ana could feel the juice dripping between her legs as her fantasy continued. She was on her knees licking Kelly as Ms. V produced a strap-on from her desk drawer and got into it. For a minute Ana was sucking Kelly’s clit, then the strap-on, then Kelly’s clit, then the strap-on... then she was being fucked from behind by her teacher as she brought Kelly to orgasm with her tongue. The scene was so vivid, so hot, that an involuntary “Fuck...” escaped Ana’s lips; it was a whisper, but loud enough to attract the attention of the entire class.

“Excuse me?” said Ms. Valentine, and Ana hid her head in embarrassment.

Also embarrassed at that very moment was Samantha Bowman, who had completely forgotten not to stare at her yoga teacher’s tits. The teacher, Serena, was a tall, lithe, magnificent blonde creature with breasts just a little larger than you’d expect on her frame. Usually Samantha was very adept at looking for a few seconds and then turning her head. But today she was off her game – a little drunk from the mimosas, still – and had been gazing uninterruptedly for a minute or more when she looked up to see Serena staring right back at her. 

Serena didn’t say anything, just continued with the next pose, but Samantha knew she had been busted and turned bright red. Still, she wondered if Serena had enjoyed her attentions. She had wanted to get into Serena’s yoga pants so badly for so long now, but was intimidated by her, didn’t know how to break the ice. She would have to talk to Jessica about it, she decided; Jessica would know what to do.

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Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 29

The housewives and cheerleaders piled into Jackie and Ella’s cars and drove to Jessica’s, where they pulled up at the same time as Jessica’s SUV. Marie waved to them from the passenger seat, and when the garage door slid open and Jessica pulled in, the ladies filed into the garage to greet them.

In the back seat of the SUV was an enormous trunk, which Jessica recruited a group including Jackie, Kelly, Kat, and Samantha to carry inside. They sat the thing down on the living room floor and stood regarding it curiously. It was an old-fashioned wooden steamer trunk with several holes drilled in the top. Jessica, meanwhile, had gone to the bathroom and then to the kitchen, and by the time she returned everyone was standing around the trunk wondering what sort of secret it contained.

With a ceremonial flourish Jessica unlocked the trunk and swung the top open. There was a person inside – a woman; she wore a tight-fitting leather one-piece that was cut out to expose her breasts and crotch. Her nipples were pierced and her pussy was shaved. Her head was also bald, and she was ball-gagged and blindfolded, with her hands cuffed in front of her. The word “SLAVE” was tattooed across her neck.

Jessica helped her to her feet and then looked around the room. “Everyone, meet Jane,” she said.

* * *

It was much later that day before Jessica explained how all this had come to pass. She had recently had some financial reversals and had been looking around for new sources of income. Marie had stumbled across a web site where people advertised for unusual arrangements; there she’d seen a posting from a woman whose fantasy was to be enslaved by a strong mistress.

Following up, Jessica and Marie had discovered that the ad was placed by a wealthy widow who was indulging her every fantasy now that a suitable mourning period for her husband had passed. Since her social circle was very conservative and not exactly the place where one would find a dominant lesbian, she had decided to offer $10,000 for one month of service to a mistress who could fulfill her fantasy.

After working out the details Jessica and Marie drove to New York City, where they “broke into” the woman’s apartment during the night using a key they had been sent, tied her up, and informed her that she was now a slave. It had been Marie’s idea to shave not only her pussy but her head, to really reinforce the idea that she was not in control of things, and Jessica had decided that for the duration of her service she would be called “Jane,” as in Jane Doe.

For the first couple days Jessica and Marie had teased Jane mercilessly, fucking frequently but not letting Jane touch them or herself. When finally, after prolonged begging, Jessica allowed Jane to taste first herself and then Marie, Jane attacked them with an eagerness and gratitude that was quite poignant. The next day they took her to a piercing and tattoo parlor where they had her nipples pierced and had the “SLAVE” tattoo applied (it was a new kind of temporary tattoo that would last about a month); then they had her go down on the girl who’d done the piercing, which got the price reduced slightly.

That afternoon they went to the movies. Jane sat between Jessica and Marie dressed only in a raincoat, which Jessica opened during the previews to expose Jane’s naked body. Jessica and Marie fondled and fingered Jane throughout the movie, bringing her to the brink of orgasm many times, but never over. Her soft cries and whimpers were clearly audible in the theater. In their little town back home, this would have been very risky behavior indeed; in New York no one seemed to notice.

In the evening they went to a lesbian bar in Manhattan where Jessica shared Jane around to anyone who was interested. She spent a lot of time on her knees with her face in various cunts, and ended up getting fucked in the restroom by a very large dyke with a very large strap-on as Jessica looked on bemusedly. Jessica and Marie indulged themselves at Jane’s expense in this manner for a couple more days before deciding it was time to bring her home with them. They wanted to keep her naked during the drive without attracting undue attention, and this was how the idea of the trunk had come about.

* * *

“Jane is here to serve,” Jessica announced to everyone, “and is available to anyone who wants her at any time. Who would like to go first?”

Everyone agreed that Jackie, who had missed out on the fun at Samantha’s, should get the privilege. Jackie stripped from the waist down and sat down with her legs spread as Marie guided the blindfolded Jane to her. Once she was on her knees and Marie had removed the ball gag, Jane went quickly to work with an intensity that surprised Jackie, who fell back on the couch with one leg wrapped around Jane’s head. As Jane bent over her ass went up in the air and her pussy was fully exposed. This looked like an opportunity to Kat, who was still wearing her strap-on under her skirt, and she did not hesitate to make use of it.

Jessica, meanwhile, suddenly realized there was someone in the room she’d never met before. She introduced herself to Lexi and was immediately taken with the fetching young blonde, offering to give Lexi a tour of the house – a tour that ended in the bedroom, where Jessica began to matter-of-factly undress the new cheerleader. Lexi had almost immediately fallen under Jessica’s spell and did not resist in the least.

Jessica, who was highly sensitized to such things, quickly sensed Lexi’s submissiveness, her need to be controlled and disciplined. Once the younger girl was naked Jessica tied her hands behind her back with a belt and somewhat roughly pushed her down on the bed, face down and ass up. Jessica picked up another belt and took both ends in one hand to create a strap, which she then brought down hard on Lexi’s sweet little butt.

The spanking continued for several minutes, during which Lexi grunted and groaned but did not complain; indeed, Jessica noted, she took it like she thought she deserved it. Next Jessica started looking around for a strap-on, keeping one eye on Lexi, who remained motionless and helpless, waiting to see what was going to happen to her next. When Jessica penetrated her she began to shriek like she was being killed or giving birth, pushing her hips back eagerly to match Jessica’s thrusts. Lexi’s screams attracted the attention of Marie, who came into the bedroom and was quick to get involved, shimmying underneath Lexi and pressing the girl’s face into her pussy.

* * *

Ella had adjourned to poolside for a smoke with Betty and Samantha, while Janice and Kelly watched Jane with Kat and Jackie, awaiting their turn to join in. Jane was a highly enthusiastic and skilled pussy-eater, and within minutes had brought Jackie to a shivering climax. Janice took her place, gripping Jane’s head tightly between her thighs and enjoying the smooth feeling of the bald skin against her own.

Kelly Ann, impatient to get involved, lowered her pussy on to Jackie’s face and sucked Janice’s tits as Jane ate her. By the time Jane had gotten Janice off, then Kelly, Ella and the two mothers had returned from their smoke. Working hard and barely coming up for air, Jane had pleasured every woman in the room when Jessica finally returned and consented to remove Jane’s blindfold so she could see who she’d been servicing.

The look in her eyes as she saw all the beautiful girls and women in the room was priceless. She had definitely come to the right place; she was going to get her money’s worth and then some.


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Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 28

Like her mother, Kelly Ann had woken up that morning feeling extraordinarily horny. Masturbating before she got out of bed hadn’t scratched the itch; if anything it had inflamed her appetite. In this condition the sight of Samantha, looking sexily disheveled with her white robe askew and just-been-fucked hair, got Kelly’s juices flowing immediately.

Kelly followed Samantha into the kitchen, where she was putting the finishing touches on a blueberry pie, and sat down on the counter. The outfit Kelly was wearing reflected her mood: a short denim skirt – no panties – and a tight halter top through which her nipples were poking. This did not escape the attention of Samantha, who grew increasingly distracted as Kelly shifted position several times and her skirt rode up, exposing the lower edge of her red pubic hair.

After finally getting the pie into the oven, Samantha walked over to Kelly Ann, who was sitting right next to the bowl of leftover blueberry filling. She dipped a finger into the sweet, gooey mess and brought it to Kelly’s mouth. Kelly eagerly sucked the finger clean, after which Samantha leaned over to kiss her, savoring the doubly sweet taste of the younger girl’s mouth.

Pulling Kelly Ann’s top down, Samantha spread gobs of filling onto the redhead’s taut nipples and had a very pleasant time licking it off. Then she took a big handful of the stuff and spread it all over Kelly’s soft inner thighs and between her legs. After tasting the sticky mixture of blueberry, sugar, and girl juice that now coated her hand, Samantha fed the rest to Kelly, and was just about to bend down to really get to work when the doorbell rang again.

“Don’t move a muscle,” Samantha ordered in a very serious tone, holding up one finger for emphasis. At the door was Janice, who Samantha immediately took by the arm and led to the kitchen. There she saw Kelly Ann sitting obediently on the counter, top down around her stomach, skirt hiked up around her waist, with her legs spread and blue goop covering her thighs and crotch. Janice smirked lasciviously. What more could you possibly ask for?

Janice and Samantha knelt in unison and began to clean the pie filling off Kelly’s thighs and crotch. Just at that moment Betty Ann walked into the kitchen in search of a glass of water to quench the thirst she’d been working up in Kat’s room. She was surprised but not shocked to see her daughter there, eyes closed in bliss as the two older women licked away happily. Not wishing to interfere, she filled a glass of water and went to the living room. On the way she saw Kat leading Lexi, who was on her hands and knees, down the stairs by a makeshift leash attached to her collar; the purple strap-on still dangled from Kat’s crotch. At this sight Betty felt a twinge of guilt; she was supposed to be the responsible adult here, and things were getting maybe a little out of hand. But seeing Lexi’s contented smile, she let it go.

Just as Betty Ann disappeared into the living room, the doorbell rang again. Kat led Lexi over to the door and encouraged her to answer it. After a moment’s hesitation Lexi obliged. Fortunately it was not some random neighbor or salesman but Ella, who was momentarily nonplussed by not seeing anyone when the door opened. Then she looked down, saw the naked blonde on her hands and knees, and stepped inside with a wicked grin spreading across her face.

“Ella, this is Lexi,” explained Kat. "She’s new on the squad.”

“She’s very pretty,” said Ella to Kat, as if she were praising a new necklace.

“Very obedient, too,” responded Kat, handing the leash over to Ella and taking the bucket with champagne in it that Ella had been carrying. Ella led Lexi into the living room, greeted Betty Ann, and sat down, bending to kiss the nude cheerleader on the mouth. She could taste clear evidence that Lexi had been hard at work eating pussy. This gave her a few ideas, not that she needed much prompting, and she quickly began stripping. By the time Kat returned with the open bottle and some glasses, Ella was laying back on the couch with Lexi licking her. Kat poured Ella a glass and handed it to her, then knelt behind Lexi.

Betty Ann began to rub her clit as she watched Kat lean over Lexi and pull her head back with the leash. Pushing her purple hair back behind her, Kat kissed Lexi with an open mouth, savoring Ella’s taste on her lips, then pushed her back down between Ella’s long legs. Lexi sucked Ella’s clit as Kat plunged the dildo into her. Kat was fucking Lexi hard, pushing her face into Ella’s pussy with each stroke, and Ella, Lexi, and Betty were all approaching orgasm when the doorbell rang yet again.

Betty Ann selflessly volunteered to answer, and opening the door she saw Jackie London. Jackie had ice cream that needed to get into the freezer, so she walked into the kitchen just as Janice, Samantha, and Kelly Ann were untangling themselves. Samantha was reclining on a chair, Kelly was leaning against the counter, and Janice was sitting on the kitchen table with a glazed look on her face. She and Samantha were completely naked, while Kelly still had her top and skirt bunched up around her waist. Jackie’s imagination was starting to get going when the landline in the kitchen rang and Samantha answered it. She listened to whoever was on the other end for a minute, then said “OK” and hung up.

“That was Marie,” Samantha informed the other ladies in the room. “They’re on their way back into town and they want us to meet them at Jessica’s. There’s something they want to show us."


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