Housewives and Cheerleaders Ch. 36

Pulling off her light dress — underneath which she was wearing nothing — Samantha stepped toward Serena, who looked up at her somewhat blankly, as if stunned by what had just occurred. It took Serena a few seconds to recognize Samantha, and a few seconds more to connect the dots and realize that she had been set up. Not that she minded.

Samantha drank in the spectacle of the yoga teacher’s naked body, which she had longed to see for so many months. It had been just after the previous Thanksgiving that Samantha had first visited the local yoga studio and been captivated by what she saw there. And thanks to her faithful attendance at Serena’s class ever since, Samantha felt great confidence in the body that she was now displaying.

Serena, for her part, couldn’t help but feel proud of the strong lines that composed the older woman’s shape. This was her handiwork. Only her eyes moved as Samantha walked all the way around to where Serena’s head was and knelt down. She leaned over Serena upside-down and lowered her lips slowly to meet the yoga teacher’s. Marie looked on with satisfaction as the two shared a long, wet, probing kiss in this position; she thought briefly of Spider-man and Mary Jane.

Samantha pushed one nipple into Serena’s mouth and stretched out to finally taste those wonderful breasts she’d been staring at for so long. They tasted better than she could have imagined; a mixture of soap, sweat, sugar, and spice. The two blondes went at it like this for a long time, suckling away like two kittens. Marie had begun to masturbate, awed by the genuine passion on display here. escort Next Samantha started making her way down, tracing her lips along Serena’s body all the way as Serena’s tongue extended to glide along Samantha’s skin. Then suddenly they were furiously 69ing, tongues and fingers plunging in and out of wet holes as they gripped each other tightly.

Marie said a little prayer for being so fortunate as to witness this, then began to tremble with a colossal orgasm just as the same thing happened to the two women in front of her. She saw both their bodies tense, shiver, and relax. Samantha collapsed, resting her full weight on Serena, and they both just lay there for a minute. They didn’t move from that position, though, just resumed licking each other more gently and playfully. Marie watched them for a while then left the room; no one noticed she was gone until Samantha happened to look up and see her standing over them stroking a big black strap-on.

Moments later the strap-on was in Samantha’s mouth, and from there it went to Serena’s pussy, to Serena’s mouth, to Samantha’s pussy, and back to Samantha’s mouth again. That was when they heard the lock turn in the front door, and a moment later Jessica appeared, followed by Jane. Everything stopped for a moment as Jessica stood looking down at them, Samantha straddling Serena’s face with a mouthful of plastic cock.

Jessica checked her watch and addressed Marie. “Aren’t you supposed to be cooking right now?”

Marie looked at Jessica sheepishly as she pulled the strap-on from between Samantha’s lips. “There’s still plenty of bursa eve gelen escort time.”

“Get your ass in the kitchen,” said Jessica sternly.

“Yes, ma’am,” mumbled Marie as she removed the strap-on and handed it to Jessica, pulled on her robe, and went to the kitchen.

“Hi Jess,” said Samantha.

“Sam,” replied Jessica as Samantha stood up to reveal a very surprised-looking Serena. “Who’s this?”

“This is Serena,” answered Samantha. “My yoga teacher.”

“Oh, right!” said Jessica. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Really?” Serena’s face had turned bright red with embarrassment. Here she was on the floor in front of two fully clothed strangers, naked, her face covered in pussy juice.

“Yes, it’s nice to meet you finally.” She looked Serena up and down. “Sam was not lying about you.”

Samantha and Serena shared a look. “I may have mentioned to her once or twice how beautiful you are,” explained Samantha.

“Or a hundred,” Jessica interjected. “Well, we’ve had a long drive, and I’m ready for a drink. Serena, you’re welcome to join us if you’d like.”

Jane served Jessica, Samantha, and Serena martinis by the poolside. After some initial hesitation Serena had decided what the hell — what was the point in being shy now? (Though she did take a few seconds to put her clothes on.) And something about this woman Jessica immediately got her attention.

Samantha left after one drink, saying that she had things to do at home. Jane disappeared briefly and when she returned with a second round for görükle escort Jessica and Serena, her wig and clothes were gone. Bald and naked, she knelt at her mistress’s feet, resting her head on Jessica’s lap. Jessica absentmindedly stroked the stubbly growth on Jane’s head as she tried to focus on what Serena was saying, something about a popular book of the moment. It was hard not to be distracted by the yoga teacher’s ridiculously pneumatic physique. Finally, Jessica just blurted out two words: “Your tits.”

Serena stopped in midsentence. “Um… what about them?”

“They’re magnificent,” said Jessica. “Are they real?”

Normally Serena would have been taken aback by such a question. But Jessica’s curiosity was real; there was no hint of judgment in her voice. “They are, as a matter of fact.”

“Could I see them again?”

Serena didn’t know what to say to such a baldfaced request. Knocking back the last of her drink, she shucked off her top and let her breasts hang loose.

Jessica whispered something into the ear of Jane, who then walked on her knees over to where Serena sat. Jane began to suck and lick the yoga teacher’s generous globes as her mistress looked on happily. After enjoying Serena’s breasts for a good long time, Jane pulled off Serena’s yoga pants, spread her legs, and went to work between them.

Serena closed her eyes for a minute, savoring the feeling of Jane’s tongue exploring her, and when she opened them again Jessica was leaning against the table, naked from the waist down, legs slightly parted. Jessica reached out one hand and began guiding Serena’s head toward her crotch. A smaller or less flexible woman wouldn’t have made it, but by extending as far as she could Serena was able to reach Jessica’s pussy with her long tongue.

Watching this from the kitchen window as she pulled the guts from a turkey, Marie fumed silently.

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