Housewives and Cheerleaders

Serena couldn't sleep. She'd dropped Annalise off after the game, determined to spend a quiet night at home and get to bed early. Annalise had looked disappointed, but they'd spent the last two nights together, and Serena didn't want to get into some heavy thing; she was enjoying playing around with all the girls in town.

But she found she couldn't get Annalise off her mind. It was hard to explain. Annalise was attractive, but not the most beautiful woman around, and she was a decade older than Serena. But she had some essential quality that Serena found compelling.

After tossing and turning for two hours, she finally gave up and picked up her phone. Annalise picked up almost immediately.

"Hi," said Serena.

"Hi."

"I wake you up?"

"No," answered Annalise. "Can't sleep."

"Me neither. What you doing?"

"Well..." said Annalise. "As a matter of fact, I was just laying here having a little fantasy...."

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About a half-hour later, Serena pulled up in front of Annalise's house. It was quiet and peaceful in the neighborhood. She went around to the back, as instructed. The house was totally dark, so she put her phone on flashlight mode and went in through the unlocked back door.

She crept quietly up the steps, not that it was necessary, but she was in character. She was wearing black yoga pants and a tight black turtleneck, and she looked amazing, thank you very much.

Annalise was curled up in bed, eyes clenched shut, a little bit of ambient light illuminating her tranquil face. Serena knew she was not really asleep, but she was doing a very good job of pretending.

For a minute, Serena stood just looking down at Annalise, watching her chest rise and fall. Then she found a robe sash and a belt and in turn lifted each of Annalise's limp arms -- she was still "asleep" -- and tied them to the head of the bed.

Next Serena lit a couple of candles to provide some light in the room; Annalise blinked a couple of times and then opened her eyes wide, mock-terrified. "What are you doing?" she said in her best damsel-in-distress voice.

"I think that's pretty obvious," answered Serena. "Where's your jewelry, lady?"

Annalise nodded toward the dresser. "Top drawer."

Serena went to the dresser, opened the drawer, and after a second turned around holding a strap-on, smirking. "What's this?"

"That's a new kind of necklace," Annalise wisecracked.

"Funny," said Serena, and reached over to pull off the sheet covering Annalise's naked body.

"What are you going to do to me?" asked Annalise.

"I have a few ideas." Moving slowly and deliberately, prolonging the moment, Serena put the strap-on in place over her clothes. Then she climbed onto the bed and wriggled up until she was straddling Annalise, the tip of the dildo pressed against Annalise's lips. "Open wide."

Annalise obediently parted her lips and Serena pushed the plastic cock into her mouth. The look on Annalise's face made Serena smile -- it was a perfect imitation of a good girl forced to do something bad and loving every minute of it. Moving her hips, Serena pushed the shaft of the strap-on as far as she could until Annalise started to gag, then backed off a little, causing a gush of saliva to pour from Annalise's mouth.

"You're a sloppy little slut, aren't you?" said Serena. Annalise nodded and said something incomprehensible. Serena pulled out so she could speak. "What did you say?"

"I said I'm sloppy down below, too."

Serena reached one hand behind her to feel Annalise's pussy. It was sopping wet. "I see what you mean." She moved to between Annalise's legs and positioned herself so the tip of the strap-on was just touching Annalise's pussy lips. "Is this what you want?" Annalise nodded. "What are the magic words?"

"Please?"

"Keep going."

"Please fuck me."

"That's a good girl," said Serena, and inch by inch sank the dildo into Annalise until she was completely full. Annalise let out a long, keening moan that was stopped only by Serena pulling off her top and pushing one breast into Annalise's mouth.

As a yoga teacher, Serena was both sensitive and strong, and she gave Annalise the fucking of a lifetime. After five or six orgasms Annalise finally said "Stop."

So Serena stopped. "Really?" she said.

Annalise shook her head. "No."

But at last Serena sensed that it was enough. As she pulled out, Annalise let out a long sigh and smiled a crooked grin. "Go ahead, take the jewels, take everything," she said, giggling.

Instead Serena stood and removed the strap-on, then pulled off her yoga pants. Her naked body looked absolutely magnificent there in the flickering candlelight; Annalise thought it was possibly the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen in her life.

Moving with catlike grace and fluidity, Serena again straddled the bound woman on the bed, keeping her crotch just out of Annalise's reach. "You've got a real pretty mouth," Serena said. "Want to show me what you can do with it?"

Annalise nodded. Serena knee-walked forward until her pussy was directly over Annalise's mouth, and Annalise wasted to time getting to work. She licked all around, slurping up the delicious nectar, then shoved her tongue inside as deep as it would go.

Serena reached out to hold onto the headboard and ground herself against Annalise's face, her boobs bouncing in a nice gentle rhythm. She couldn't believe how wet she was -- poor Annalise's face was getting soaked, but what did she care? She was a criminal, after all.

The first time Annalise touched her clit she came, hard. The whole bedframe shook in sympathy with her tremors. Annalise slowed down after that, licking all around Serena's thighs and hipbones, then gradually focusing back in on her pussy, finally returning to her clit. Serena climaxed again, this time pounding her fist against the wall, channeling Uma Thurman in Pulp Fiction: "I said goddamn."

Leaning back and bracing her hands behind her, in one elegant motion Serena pivoted and flipped to get into 69 position. And there they stayed, pleasuring each other, until they were both completely exhausted. Then, finally, Serena untied Annalise and they curled up together under the covers. Within minuted they were both asleep, the room as silent and serene as could be.