The Gift

The Gift

Jenna Johnson was excited. Her husband Val and two-year-old son Rome were away this weekend on a new-age, father/son bonding, something or other. She hadn't bothered paying attention to all the specifics. She just knew that they wouldn't be home until late Sunday afternoon and that suited her fine.

The Dancing with the Stars pro moved about her beautiful, expansive home purposefully. She'd invited her long-time best friend Lindsay Arnold to join her for brunch and gossip by the pool. Lindsay was due to arrive between 11 and 11:30. That would give the slim brunette several hours to prepare her surprise. Rinsing the dark blue smoothie residue from her glass, Jenna placed it in the dishwasher and glanced at the kitchen clock. 8:30.

"She'll be here anytime now" the blue-eyed beauty mused to herself. "I'd better give myself a final once-over." Moving to the bedroom she shared with her husband, Jenna opened the walk-in closet door and stood in front of the full-length mirror that hung there. She was wearing cream-colored shorts, a tight, aqua blue tee shirt and of course, the necklace. Making sure it was outside the neckline and front and center, the pretty dancer massaged it between her slim fingers and smiled. "Here's hoping it's everything the old Gypsy said it would be."

At that moment the doorbell chimed and brought Jenna back to the here and now. Anxious and her heart pounding, the 30-year-old raced down the spiral staircase on bare feet and almost fell on her face at the front door. Licking her lips nervously, the blue-eyed beauty planted a bright smile on her face and swung open the door.

"Hi, Jenna. It's so good to see you." DWTS alum Cheryl Burke hugged the younger woman tightly as she entered her home, and the door closed behind her. "I hardly ever get to see anyone, anymore since I left the show. I was starting to think you guys didn't like me anymore." Both women laughed as Cheryl followed her friend to a garden room and got comfortable on the overstuffed sofa in the sitting area. The dark-brown-haired dancer turned podcaster was wearing denim jeans with a white, men's button-down shirt that was just a little too big for her.

"Well, thanks for coming Cheryl. I really appreciate it. I've listened to your podcast, and I think you might be able to help me. I mean, REALLY help me." Jenna was playing with her necklace now, gently swaying the sparkling crystal and letting it turn in lazy circles. She was in the perfect spot for the gem to catch the early morning, LA sunshine streaming in. "See, I have this problem." Jenna was speaking almost in a whisper now, her tone musical as the brilliant, explosions of light raced in all directions over Cheryl's face.

"Uh, help?" The older woman was starting to lose her train of thought, struggling to find the right words with her dark-brown eyes fixed on the stone entrancing her. "My help? Me? I...why am I here, again?" Jenna could hardly contain her glee. This was working far better than the withered crone had led her to believe. She would have paid her three times as much.

"Can you hear me, Cheryl? Do you know who I am?" Jenna discretely slipped the jewel back under her shirt as it appeared her former costar was indeed deeply under her control. Not only was her stare blank, but she was also drooling.

"Jenna. You're Jenna. We danced together." The shapely 40-year-old was slowly starting to lean forward, her unrestrained, 40C breasts showing themselves tucked inside the growing expanse of down blouse.

Giggling, the younger woman answered "That's right. On Dancing with the Stars. Good girl." Jenna squirmed a bit, her mind exploding with ideas of what to do first with her newly found power over her former fellow dancer. "Um, it's kind of warm in here Cheryl, don't you think? Hot even. How about taking your clothes off?"

"It is very warm, yes. But that wouldn't be right, would it?" The DWTS alum was expressionless as saliva dripped and spotted the fabric of her shirt. "Would you mind?"

The slim, athletic dance pro leaned back into the pillows and flashed her biggest smile. "Not at all, Cheryl. In fact, I think deep down you'd prefer to be naked, wouldn't you? You have a very sexy body. Why not be proud and show it off?"

Standing, Cheryl began dutifully unbuttoning her shirt while facing the woman 10 years her junior. "I do want to be naked" she agreed. "Thank you for not minding my getting comfortable." With her quivering, creamy breasts exposed, the exotic beauty began sliding her jeans down over her curvy hips to the cool, tiled floor. The tiny panties she'd worn joined them shortly after. Her sandals at the very bottom of the pile, Cheryl stepped out of the heap and joined Jenna back on the sofa.

"There now" encouraged the blue-eyed seductress. "Isn't that better? But I have an idea. Why not open your legs. Spread them really wide and let your holes get a nice airing out. Don't you think that's a good idea Cheryl?" To put a point on her suggestion, the sexy brunette was nodding to enforce the idea.

"Um, I'm not sure" Cheryl hesitated. "That's a pretty private area, down there. I shouldn't just show everything off like that, should I? Wouldn't it be rude?" The retired dancer was sitting with her knees together, bare size 6 feet on the floor and upper body turned slightly to face her hostess. She made no effort to cover her hard nipples or bare, flat stomach.

"C'mon Cheryl. We're friends, right? It wouldn't be rude at all. Besides, what kind of host would I be if I denied you your comfort? Go ahead, you know you want to, right?" Jenna lightly brushed a wisp of dark brown hair away from Cheryl's freckled face and grinned. "Go on."

"Okay" was the older woman's quick response. Leaning back into the corner against the arm of the sofa, Cheryl Burke parted her toned, creamy thighs and spread her legs wide. She splayed one foot out on the floor, the other up and over the back of the couch. "I did want to do this. Thank you, Jenna for not minding." The 40-year-old's pussy was a dark blush and adorned with an old school landing strip, and even though mesmerized, she was obviously excited. The small starfish below was pink and inviting, her plump ass cheeks supporting them both.

"You're so welcome Cheryl" cooed her former costar. "Your cunt and asshole are so pretty. You really should show them off more. Can you open them up for me? I'd like a peek inside if you don't mind.'

"Sure" answered the former Mirror-ball winner. Reaching underneath, Cheryl cupped the ivory mounds of her ass and squeezed, pulling them apart and tilting her pelvis upwards. Her labia were slippery and made a soft, wet sound as they opened into a perfect "O", while her anus simply expanded ever so slightly. It seemed obvious to Jenna that anal sex was not a part of her former friend's repertoire. "Is this okay? You can get closer and look inside if you want."

Just as Jenna was moving forward for a better view inside Cheryl's fuck tunnel, the doorbell again reminded her that there was still much more planned for today. "You just stay like that, Cheryl. Remember, you like being naked and want to show off your body. You're proud and unashamed. Right?"

"Yes. I want to be naked and show my holes." Leaving the older woman nude and spread eagle, Jenna hurried off to greet and welcome her longtime friend to the special "brunch" she'd arranged for her. Cheryl lay motionless, ass in hands and her gaping pussy getting wetter by the moment.

Lindsay Arnold had been friends with Jenna since girlhood, both growing up in Utah. They stayed in touch and appeared first on the tv show So You Think You Can Dance as contestants, then went on to join the troop on Dancing with the Stars. "Hi gorgeous" exclaimed the pretty blonde, embracing Jenna while peppering her cheek with kisses. "It so nice that we can do this without husbands or kids. Thanks for inviting me."

With arms around each other, the slim, professional dancers entered Jenna's home and walked into the kitchen. Lindsay sat on a counter stool while Jenna fixed them each a mimosa, then joined her. "I've got a special surprise for you" teased the brunette taking a long sip. "I think you're really gonna like it."

Her curiosity peaked, the blue-eyed blonde set down her glass and gripped both of Jenna's smooth thighs tightly. "What? What is it? Tell me, tell me, tell me." Lindsay had chosen a floral sundress to wear, and her long tresses were clipped back in a ponytail. It swayed playfully as she badgered her friend for an explanation.

"Well, remember that time on DWTS during your first season? You were nervous and everybody was being really nice except for.."

"Cheryl" finished the bubbly blonde. "She'd been on for many years already and acted like such a diva. She pushed me out of the way more than once during our all-pro segments. I'll never forget that."

Jenna refilled both their glasses and took her longtime friend by the hand. "Come with me" she said excitedly. "I've got a surprise for you. A gift."

The blue-eyed brunette led Lindsay into the garden room, having made her first close her eyes. "You're too much, Jen. I can't even imagine what you've cooked up."

Once there, Jenna moved behind her friend and slipped her arms around her 25-inch waist. "Okay. You can open them now" she whispered with warm breath into her ear.

Cheryl Burke was still in the same position. Totally naked and legs spread wide, holding her openings apart. The only difference was her pussy was now oozing fluid and her lips turning a brighter pink. "Cheryl, you remember Lindsay, don't you? We all danced together."

The beautiful blonde was dumbstruck. "How? How did you? I mean, what's going on here? She knows she's naked, right? I mean, all out and opened up naked. Isn't she embarrassed?" Lindsay couldn't move. She just stood staring in disbelief while Jenna massaged her shoulders.

Opposite the sofa was a large, plush chair. Jenna steered her costar towards it and pushed her down. "This is all for you, Lind. I'll explain how later. I don't think you'll believe me, anyway. But for now, just relax and enjoy." Jenna delicately raised the hem of Lindsay's sundress up to her hips, showing off the bright pink thong she'd worn. Then turning to the reclining, older dancer she asked, "Have you ever eaten pussy, Cheryl?"

"No. I'm not into girls" Cheryl answered nonchalantly. "I'm not a lesbian." A wet spot was now forming on the cushion underneath the 40-year-olds widespread holes. She remained unmoving.

"But you'd like to try it, wouldn't you? In fact, all you can think about is eating Lindsay's pussy right now and giving her an orgasm. Don't be shy. Ask her and I bet she'll let you."

"Um, I guess. Yes. I would like to. May I eat your pussy, Lindsay?" Cheryl was standing now and walking on uncertain legs towards the toned, shapely blonde. Kneeling in front of the stupefied 31-year-old, Cheryl curled her fingers under the waistband of her panties and slid them down slowly.

Just as she was about to lay them aside, Jenna suggested, "Why don't you smell them first, Cheryl? I know you want to, and Lindsay doesn't mind. Smell the aroma of the cunt you're about to eat."

The brown-eyed podcaster raised the thong to her upturned, freckled nose and inhaled deeply. "Mm. That does smell nice. Delicious." Her shock now subsiding, Lindsay was finally starting to enjoy the gift her friend arranged for her. This was turning out to be revenge she'd forgotten that she needed.

Sliding forward and draping her smooth, shiny legs over the arms of the chair, Lindsay offered her clean shaven, pink pussy to the older costar that had been so mean to her many years before. "Eat me, Cheryl. Lick my pussy and make me cum. You've always wanted to so prove it to me." She giggled a bit as she fell into the same game that Jenna was playing. However this was happening, the blue-eyed blonde was glad it was.

As Chery Burke began feasting on Lindsay's slimy slit in front of her, Jenna was kneeling behind the retired, DWTS pro and massaging her asshole with lube. The brunette tried poking a fingertip inside the small, pink balloon knot, but it resisted, closing tightly around her French tipped nail. "We're going to have to train your asshole, Cheryl. You do want us to fuck you in the ass, don't you?"

Cheryl was feverishly flapping her tongue over Lindsay's swollen clit, her warm juices dripping down the older woman's chin and neck as she got closer and closer to climax. "No, I-I don't do that" she tried to make clear through sloppy, wet licks, her tongue urging the blue-eyed blonde's sex hole to give her what she needed.

Still massaging the exotic beauty's rectal opening with oily lubricant, Jenna offered "But you want to try it, right? I mean, with me and Lindsay. You want to get fucked in the ass but only if one of us does it. That would be okay, wouldn't it Cheryl?"

Blonde Lindsay was spreading her toes now as the intense orgasm she was experiencing from her former costar's tongue electrified every muscle and nerve ending through her body. While the girl juice dripped from her inflamed, pouty lips Cheryl answered "Yes. I do want to get fucked in my ass. But only if it's by you or Lindsay."

Blue-eyed Jenna smiled and winked at her childhood friend and said "Or by one of our friends. Isn't that, right? If I told you to let Witney or Peta or Sharna fuck you in the ass, you'd let them, wouldn't you."

Um, yes. If you told me to, I guess I'd have to."

"Yes. That's a good girl" assured a very happy Jenna.

The End

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