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Authors name: Aameal (aameal@aol.com)
Story title : Heather
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Heather (Mf, Fm, Ff, orgy, anal)
by Aameal (aameal@aol.com)
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This is a remake of a story I downloaded a while ago in
which a couple arrives home early surprising their
babysitter and her boyfriend. In the original (I don't
recall who the author was) the boyfriend runs off and
the sitter pleads with the couple not to tell her parents
promising to do "anything" with predictable and exciting
results. This version has a different twist.
We came home early, that night. The party was not very
exciting, so we made excuses and left before 10, even
though we didn't expect to be home until after midnight.
Although we made a normal amount of noise driving up to
the house and walking in, neither Heather nor her
boyfriend, lying on the couch in a passionate embrace,
seemed to notice as we entered the living room. We
hesitated. Then you placed a finger on your lips,
motioning me to be quiet; and we both relaxed, leaning
quietly against the doorframe, enjoying the
entertainment.
Both Heather and her companion (who was unknown to us)
were fully clothed, but the young man was trying to
correct the situation. He slipped his hand inside her
blouse, which was already half unbuttoned; she moaned
softly, but slowly, reluctantly, pulled his hand away. He
slowly reached in again, undoing one more button; even
more slowly, she removed his hand again. Like a stuck
record, the identical motions were repeated over and
over.
It was not difficult to understand the young man's
fascination with what was under Heather's blouse. When
she had arrived, it was obvious that she was not wearing
a bra; her large, firm breasts stood out proudly from her
magnificent 17-year-old body. I suppose I stared, but she
didn't seem to mind. As we walked out to the car, you
laughingly told me that I could stop drooling. And now,
as if in a projection of my fantasy, those luscious young
tits were being stroked and fondled.
Suddenly, the boy seemed to tire of the game, and sat up
on the couch in a huff, still looking away from us.
Heather, suddenly concerned, pressed up against him, her
breasts nearly overflowing her blouse, now almost fully
open. At first, he would not be consoled; then he
relented, and began to kiss her. How long would it be
before he tried again, I wondered, but the youth had
decided to try a different tactic; as he held her with
one arm, he began to unsnap and unzip his jeans with his
free hand. With remarkable dexterity, and without
relinquishing the kiss, he opened his fly and pulled his
jeans down just a little.
Just a little--but enough. The sexual teasing that he had
been subjected to, had given him an enormous erection,
which sprung free impressing both of us. Still without
breaking the kiss, he took Heather's hand and wrapped it
softly around his cock. After a few moments, she withdrew
her hand; then, she slowly broke the kiss and gazed down,
dreamlike, at his erection. Slowly, on her own, she
reached for it, stroked it lovingly, caressed its length
with hypnotic fascination.
Heather's friend moaned softly; and slowly, gently, but
inexorably, began to push her head toward his lap. We
exchanged excited glances; it was obvious what he wanted.
We nearly gasped out loud as Heather began to lovingly
kiss the side of kiss cock, as he moaned in sudden
pleasure. She began to lick the length of his cock with
long strokes, obviously aware of--and enjoying--the
effect she was having on her partner. Her red tongue
danced slowly up and down his swollen prick, teasing him,
unleashing his passion. Suddenly, boldly, she encircled
the head of his cock with her moist, full lips. The
magnitude of the unexpected pleasure seemed to be too
much for her friend to bear; holding her head down on
him, he thrust wildly with his hips, driving his shaft
deep into her mouth. Not surprisingly, she gagged. At the
same time, we gasped and they heard us.
Instantly, pandemonium reigned. Our living room, calm and
sedate only a moment earlier, was transformed into a
three-ring circus in the blink of an eye. The boy, a
bright shade of crimson, was grabbing at his pants,
trying to stuff his wilting hard-on back in, running for
the door at the same time, stumbling and tripping as he
run, cursing. He would have made it if you hadn't grabbed
him.
"Whoa," you smiled, shoving him into a chair, his pants
still unbuckled, his dick, now soft but still
significant, poking out of his white underwear.
Heather was covering her face with her hands; then,
crying unintelligibly, she began to dash around the room
aimlessly.
Except for your quick movement, I guess we didn't know
exactly how to react. On the one hand, we were trying to
reassure them both, to tell them that everything was OK.
But we were both trying with only moderate success to
hold back our own excitement, not wanting them to feel
any more humiliated than they obviously were.
The boy was in the chair, shaking and Heather was on her
knees in front of me, sobbing and begging. "PLEASE don't
tell my mother," she said frantically. "Oh God, and don't
tell my father he'd KILL me I won't do it again I didn't
mean it please, PLEASE don't tell anybody, I'll do
ANYTHING, just don't tell them. I'll do ANYTHING!"
With obvious effort, she stopped sobbing, and began to
regain a glimmer of her composure. Hesitantly, she raised
her face and looked up at me. I was standing there with
my mouth open, caught in mid-thought. I was trying to
say, don't be ridiculous, of COURSE we're not going to
tell anybody, now calm down, and for God's sake get up
off the floor, you have nothing to apologize for...but
that's when I realized that she had said "I'll do
ANYTHING!"
"Anything?" I thought. Hmmm. As if she was reading my
mind, she repeated, more softly. "Please, don't tell.
They'll KILL me. Please. I'll do ANYTHING. Please." Her
eyes glistened with drying tears as she looked up at me
pleadingly. Getting no reaction from me, she turned her
head to look at you; but your eyes were locked with mine.
As she gazed hopefully at you, she must have been
surprised to hear the sound of my zipper being quickly
lowered. As if in disbelief, she turned her head slowly
back towards me; then gasped when she saw my cock hanging
just inches from her face.
"Well," I said, "for a start, you could suck me off." Her
eyes, wide in astonishment, never left my semi-erect and
rapidly growing prick. "It looked to me like you were
beginning to enjoy yourself with your friend, and I'd be
happy to continue your lessons!"
For a long moment, I couldn't tell what she was going to
do; then, as if in a dream, she leaned forward and
circled the head of my cock with her luscious young lips.
From behind her, I was dimly aware that you gasped as my
prick slid into her mouth. She began to suck on my shaft,
gingerly, tentatively.
You stood next to me. "He likes for you to lick it, not
just to suck it," you informed her. I could hear, or
maybe feel, Heather as she moaned softly.
"Now," you said, like a patient instructor, "lick the
underside of his cock. Right down the ridge. All the way
to his balls. Let me show you."
With that you turned to the chair. The boy, whose name we
later learned was Pete, was still sitting there. While he
had barely moved, his pants had as his cock, responding
to the blowjob Heather was giving me, began to revive.
You knelt in front of him and pushed his jeans past his
hips, lowering your mouth to his strong young dick. You
began to lick, following your own instructions to the
letter, starting at the tip and then kissing your way
down his shaft until you were at his balls. You sucked
one then the other into hungry mouth, turned on by his
moans. Then you reversed course, swallowing the head of
his swollen prick.
An apt pupil, Heather followed your instructions with
increasing eagerness. As she reached my balls, she gently
lifted them, caressing them in her hand. She turned to
watch you as you moved back down Pete's hard dick to his
balls and then past them, your tongue inching towards his
asshole. It was almost more than Pete could take and,
when Heather imitated you, almost more than I could take.
She was, of course, already driving me crazy. I grabbed
her head and added my urgency to her rhythm, sticking my
cock deep into her mouth, fucking her mouth as if it were
a warm, wet pussy. You went back to Pete to feel him do
the same.
"That's so beautiful," you said lifting your mouth from
Pete's throbbing dick. "God I love to watch you fuck her
mouth. You're about to cum, aren't you," you added
knowingly. "Now listen, Heather," you implored, "try to
swallow all of his cum. See if you can suck him dry.
Drive him crazy."
From my viewpoint, as I watched Heather lick and suck me,
I could see most of her tits, barely covered by her
mostly-opened blouse. Even as she was sucking me, I had
the presence of mind to continue what Pete had started
and open the one remaining button. Released from their
bondage, Heather's tits were large and ripe, thrusting
up, nipples hard with excitement, bouncing and swaying
erotically as she moved. I cupped one breast in each
hand, kneading her firm flesh, teasing her enlarged
nipples as I felt my cum rush through my cock.
"Oh shit, I'm going to cum," Pete blurted.
Quickly you moved to the head of his dick, enclosing it
with your lips, just in time as he spurted into your
waiting mouth.
Heather was almost as fast. Reacting to my groans, she
brought her mouth to the tip of my dick, just as I began
to erupt. The first shot hit her face. She opened wider
to push her lips around my pulsing cock, making sure she
didn't miss any more.
Despite your admonitions, Heather couldn't handle it all.
She tried--I saw her gulp down at least one mouthful--but
she was too inexperienced to keep up with my insistent
spurts. Finally she backed up and released my throbbing
cock; the last few spurts of my cum shot onto her
upturned face.
Pete fell back in the chair, breaking the last strands of
his cum connecting his cock to your mouth. I fell back
too, my softening dick slipping from Heather's lips.
I could see that she still had a mouthful of cum, and you
were quick to notice it too. Pete and I might have been
wiped out, but you were still full of energy. With
Heather's mouth full; cum continuing to slowly ooze out
of the corners of her mouth, you moved quickly to her and
put your mouth on hers; and, with your tongue, forced her
lips apart, share your load of cum with hers. I could see
both of you swallow the remains of my cum and Pete's cum;
and long after it was all gone, your tongues still
explored each other.
As you kissed her, your hands groped for her tits. You
were still dressed in a simple skirt and sweater. Heather
slipped her hands beneath the top until she found the
clasp of your bra. She deftly unhooked it and broke the
kiss just long enough to push both the sweater and bra
off of you. Her lips found yours again and this time she
began to grope for your smaller breasts. I loved your
body, but your 34-B cup was no comparison for Heather's
36-C. You had breasts, She had tits.
The sight of you two beautiful women kissing each other
passionately was incredibly exciting to me -- and to
Pete. Even though I had just barely finished cumming, I
could feel my cock slowly begin to harden in response to
the visual feast. Pete revived even faster. Oh to be 18
again.
"Jesus, I'm unbelievably wet," you announced; and, to
demonstrate, you stood up and removed your skirt and
panties. "Look," you said, spreading your pussy lips
wide, and inserting one finger deep inside.
Heather, dazed, obediently watched.
"Now, it's my turn. Eat me," you demanded of her. "Lick
my pussy.
I want to feel your warm tongue deep inside my cunt. Suck
my clit. I want you to make me cum too."
Transfixed, Heather leaned towards you, her head between
your legs. I could see her tongue darting between your
fingers as you held your pussy open for her and showed
her where to lick and suck.
You were on your back, Heather on all fours in front of
you. You put your hands on the back of her head, pulling
her into your cunt.
"Take off her jeans," you said. I stood behind her and
eased them past her hips, leaving her panties stretched
across her ass.
"Oh God," you kept saying, "that's wonderful. Eat my
fucking cunt you little slut. My God, I'm going to cum!"
And, with a short scream, you did. The incredible turn-on
of watching two women making it right before my eyes--
possibly the most arousing sight in the world--had caused
my prick to become almost entirely stiff once again.
I rolled Heather onto her back and moved my hand to the
center of her panties. As I felt the wetness, Heather
moaned softly.
Quickly, I completed undressing her, and spread her legs
with her knees bent. The thin line of her young pussy
gleamed with moisture; I ran my finger over it lightly,
as Heather tensed and moaned. I removed my finger and
placed it on her lips. She sucked anxiously, tasting
herself. I lowered my head, and began to lick near the
tops of her legs. "Oh my God," Heather said softly, "that
feels so fucking good!"
I paused, momentarily surprised to hear her speak. "Don't
stop," she begged eagerly. "PLEASE don't stop!"
"What do you want him to do,"
It was your voice.
"More, more, don't stop," you repeated.
"Tell him EXACTLY what you want him to do."
Catching on quickly, Heather didn't seem to need much
urging. "Eat me," she panted. "Make me cum. Please--I
want to cum SO BAD! Eat my pussy. Lick my cunt--all over.
Suck my fucking cunt. Make me CUM!"
With ever-increasing excitement, I eagerly obliged. I
slipped my hands under her butt, squeezing her ass
tightly. I pulled off her panties and began to explore
her wet pussy with my tongue.
"Now you."
It was your voice again, this time directed at Pete.
"Eat my pussy. Make me cum the way she did. Make me cum
and
you can fuck me."
Pete needed little urging. He dropped down between your
spread legs and began licking your wet slit. Quickly you
began writhing and I knew he was doing exactly as you
wished. You twitched and pressed your thighs against his
head as the orgasm roar through you.
I licked and sucked all over Heather's cunt, and teased
her clit as she moaned and writhed. Glancing across,
watching Pete bring you off made me press harder. In a
surprisingly short time, Heather shrieked and shuddered
in a violent climax.
It took but a moment for you to recover.
Noticing my now fully erect cock, you had a
recommendation. "Fuck her," you suggested. "I'll bet that
young, tight cunt will drive you crazy."
"Oh yes," Heather added, semi-deliriously. "Please fuck
me! I want to feel you inside me. I want to feel your
cock deep inside my cunt. Please! Fuck my pussy. I'm so
wet. I'm so READY!" As if to demonstrate, she reached
down to her sopping-wet pussy, and easily inserted two
fingers as far as they would go. I spread myself over
her, filling my mouth with an ample breast, teasing her
cunt lips with the head of my cock. "Stick it IN, stick
it IN," she urged. Slowly, I slid my cock into her pussy.
It was one of the most incredible feelings that I've ever
had--her cunt was so fresh and tight that it felt like a
velvet glove, caressing me, squeezing me, lustfully
pulling me ever deeper. I knew that I was going to cum
quickly; and, sure enough, after a few minutes of ecstasy
I unloaded into her snatch just as she shuddered.
"What kind of gentleman are you," you demanded
mischievously of Pete. "What does a girl have to do to
get fucked around here." You pulled Pete on to you and
moaned as he shoved his dick into your cunt. What Pete
may have lacked in experience and technique, he made up
for in size. I would judge his dick to be at least an
inch longer than mine although I was a bit thicker.
Maybe size does matter. He pounded into you, turning me
on again as I watched you get fucked. You had asked for
it and he was obliging you.
"Yes, yes," you groaned. "Give me all of it. I want it
all in my fucking pussy."
You threw your legs up trying to get him in deeper.
Heather and I watched both of you grunt and groan. We saw
Pete's ass clench as he shot his load into you, rushing
to meet your overflowing juices.
Pete rolled off of you and I could see his white cream
oozing from your pussy just as my cum was dripping from
Heather's. You may have been fucked, finally, but you
weren't done.
You repositioned yourself over her face, and before she
could turn away lowered your cunt to her mouth so she
could clean you. In the same motion, your stretched over
her, pressing your face to her freshly fucked snatch,
licking my cum from her.
Incredibly, the magnificent sight of two beautiful women
eating each other's pussies began to make my cock hard
yet once more; and by the time you both came, I was stiff
as a board. I was never so turned watching your 69. You
slurped noisily, rolling onto your side, your arms around
Heather's ass, keeping her cunt against your mouth. I was
still behind her, watching as your grasped the fleshy
cheeks of her ass. My cock responded and I moved closer.
Pete, watching me, positioned himself behind you, his
revived dick almost touching your thinner but still
alluring ass. I bent down to Heather, my lips grazing
against her cheeks. She knew immediately what I was going
to do.
"No," she started to say, but you kept your cunt against
her mouth muffling the sound. It helped too that Pete had
slipped his cock between your cheeks seeking your
asshole, providing still more pressure against her face.
I made my move. With one thrust, I shoved my dick into
her asshole, an easy target as you pulled her cheeks
apart. I was in. If it had hurt her, the pain instantly
turned to pleasure as Heather bucked up against me,
groaning into your pussy. You were reacting the same way
as Pete shoved his cock up your ass. It was incredible.
You two women lapping at the mixture of cum and cunt
juice in each other's pussy while each getting your ass
fucked.
Even though I had come twice, I startled myself as I felt
yet another shot about to burst. I wasn't surprised to
see Pete grimacing as your ass squeezed the hot sticky
cum from his overworked prick. You and Heather were
eating each other like you hadn't tasted pussy for a
year, groaning as your brought each other off yet again.
We collapsed in a sweaty satisfied heap.
It seemed like ten minutes, but it was and hour later
when Heather began to stir. My worn out cock had slipped
from her ass, both glistening with the telltale evidence
of what we had done. Pete slipped from your ass, his cock
glimmering. The light down covering Heather's pussy was
wet, sopping with a combination of your saliva and her
cum. Your faces, yours and Heather's, glowed with each
other's juices. And your cunt, bald because your knew I
liked it that way, shimmered.
"You, you won't say anything," Heather implored.
"No, I don't think so," you said, "but you'd better get
home before your parents get worried."
"I don't think I should take her," Pete said. "They don't
even know I was with her."
He began to pick up his clothes and dress. Heather too
rose giving me one more chance to look at her magnificent
body. Watching her dress was almost as exciting as seeing
her nude and I might have reacted if I hadn't just come
three times: in her mouth, her pussy and her ass. She saw
me watching her and instead of slipping her still moist
panties on, flipped them to me. I smiled. She pulled on
her jeans and her blouse. You dressed as well, and as
briefly, with just your sweater and skirt.
"I'll drive her home," you said. "It's just five
minutes."
I was grateful, and exhausted. I watched the three of
you leave and heard two cars start, ours and Pete's
True to your word, you were back in just ten minutes.
I had managed my way upstairs to the bedroom, gathering
the stray clothes, including Heather's musky panties.
"Did that turn out okay," I asked when you came into
the bedroom.
"Yeah," you smiled. "Heather said when she's here next
week, she'll invite Greg. She said we might like him.
He's bi."
I smiled.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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