Housewives And Cheerleaders Ch 130

When Jane returned from the bedroom with the strap-on, she was momentarily hypnotized by the sight of Ella tongue-fucking Celeste. She stood watching Ella's blond head bob between Celeste's legs as the black girl moaned, writhed, and muttered in French. Only when Jessica yelled her name did Jane remember what she was doing and hand over the strap-on.

Jessica harnessed up and got down on one knee behind Ella, slapping her ass to get her attention. Ella looked back over her shoulder, saw the dildo dangling from Jessica's crotch, and grinned mischievously. She shifted her weight back a little as Jessica cupped her wet pussy and pried her lips apart.

Easing the tip of the dildo into Ella's cunt, Jessica grabbed a handful of the blonde's hair and pulled her head back. Then Jessica thrust forward with all her strength, slamming the rest of the length into Ella and pushing Ella's face forward into Celeste's crotch. Ella tried her best to continue servicing Celeste as Jessica fucked her, but it was not easy; the thing just felt soooo good inside her, it was hard to think of anything else.

Assessing the situation, Jessica gripped Ella around the waist and rolled her over onto her back on the floor. She spread Ella's legs and plunged in again, making Ella wail piteously. Jessica indicated that Celeste should sit on Ella's face, which she did. By grinding herself on Ella's nose Celeste was able to get herself off, while Ella had repeated orgasms from the pounding and the vibration of the dildo. Marie and Jane had taken seats on the couch, where they fingered each other as they watched.

When she felt Ella had been well and thoroughly fucked, Jessica stood up, tore off the strap-on, and positioned herself next to Celeste. It was clear what she wanted, and Celeste was happy to oblige her. Jessica was so keyed up that it took Celeste about three licks to make her come.

But that didn't seem like enough, somehow. So Celeste stood up, spun Jessica around, and sat her down on the couch. Celeste dropped to her knees, Ella sat up, and they joined forces to lick Jessica all over before returning to focus again on her pussy.

On the couch opposite, Jane and Marie were now 69ing. Marie, who was on top, looked up and took in the scene in front of her. She could tell that her mistress would want a glass of cognac at that moment; so she climbed off Jane, poured a glass, and handed it to Jessica, who accepted gratefully. Marie then resumed her position on top of Jane, satisfied that she had done her duty.

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That morning Olivia had texted Claire, who suggested that she come by the shop at closing time, 7:00. So Olivia drove to the mall in the late afternoon, did some shopping, and made her way over to the lingerie store a few minutes before 7.

Claire was finishing up with the last couple customers left in the store, so Olivia wandered around idly, browsing through the fancy bras and panties. After awhile she started daydreaming, having flashbacks to her tryst with Gina and Claire here in this very place. It got her juices flowing, but was also a bit bittersweet. She glanced over at Claire, who was looking especially gorgeous today -- eyes lively and luminous, red mane lustrous and flowing. Olivia couldn't blame Gina for wanting to be with her.

When the customers had gone Claire locked the front door and took a deep breath. "Long day today," she said. "How are you?"

"I'm good," answered Olivia. "Basically. You?"

"Can't complain," said Claire. "It's our busy season here, so I've been a little frantic."

"How's Gina?" asked Olivia.

"She's out of town for the week, visiting her family." Claire looked Olivia straight in the eye, a serious expression on her face. "That reminds me, I've been wanting to say, I'm sorry for what happened with Gina and me. I mean, I'm not sorry it happened, but I'm sorry for how it happened. No one meant for you to get hurt."

"Thanks," said Olivia. "I'm over it. Mostly. I mean, yeah, it hurt, but it had to happen. It was just a matter of time."

"Well, I want you to know I appreciate you," said Claire, walking over and giving Olivia a kiss on the cheek. "Now, what was it you wanted to show me?"

They moved together to the back office of the shop, where they sat down in front of the computer. They went to the web site Lexi had found and saw the picture of the two of them posted there. Olivia felt a bit embarrassed seeing herself exposed in this way while sitting next to Claire -- even though that was Claire's head between her legs in the photo.

They couldn't see any more without starting an account, so Claire did. When it came time to pay she pulled a credit card from the top drawer of the desk. "Company card," she said to Olivia. "We'll let Mimi pay for this."

Once they had access to the site, they found a large library of photos from that day at Mimi's. There was Claire licking tomato sauce off her own breast. There was Claire sucking Olivia's nipples through her bra. Then the pictures became more graphic, showing Claire pulling Olivia's panties aside to reveal her pussy, Olivia licking Claire as they 69ed.

Both girls experienced mixed emotions as they sat there clicking through the images. On the one hand, they felt exploited, knowing that sexually explicit photos of them were being sold without their permission. Olivia worried about who might see these pictures -- but then again, anyone who saw them was probably on a porn site already, so who were they to judge?

And there was no denying that the pictures were incredibly sexy. Olivia and Claire couldn't help being flattered by the way they were portrayed; the lighting and composition were perfect, the choice of camera angles impeccable. The text accompanying the photos told the story of two models on a shoot who got carried away and ended up having sex in front of the camera -- which was more or less true, of course.

In the process of exploring the site they both inevitably started to get excited. It was weird, Olivia thought, to see yourself this way, and to know that strangers all around the world were looking at you too. It was also deeply arousing, and she could feel the juices flowing copiously between her legs. When she felt Claire's hand on her knee, she knew they were going to be reliving the experience that night. It was just a question of how soon.