Subject: STORY: HEATHER Pt. 1 [F/F]
Introduction to the Heather Series: I started these stories while on
business trips years ago, using a laptop on planes and in the hotel at
night to fill time. I have no real idea why I suddenly started writing
erotic stories, since at the time I had been writing a series of
Sherlock Holmes stories, which are as chaste as you can get. There is
quite a bit of "Heather" and her activities, but I wrote them in
several very long narratives, so I am breaking them down into smaller
chunks for the A.S.S. gang, hopefully choosing logical break points.
To my knowledge, they are primarily [F/F], always consenting, with
occasional light bondage, dom, and lots of good heathy masturbation.
Being a guy, I hope I've gotten the sex reasonable close.
HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES PART 1 BY "RAMAPO"
Well, it wouldn't be long now, Heather thought. She pulled the
towel out from around her and stood in front of the long mirror on the
wall. To say she was stunning was an understatement. Long dark hair
with a body perm spilled over her shoulders and half way down her
back. Thick and full, as it brushed her skin, she could feel her
arousal starting just from its feel on her back.
She had one of those body types that some would argue was too
skinny, but slight was a better word. Her thinness did all the more to
show off her very large, full breasts. High breasted, with nipples
that stood out even when not aroused, tonight, they were beginning to
extend at the mere thought of Janet coming over for the night. Her
breasts were even more remarkable in that there was still not the
slightest hint of sag, in spite of their size. Usually she dressed to
tone down her shape, but tonight, she wanted Janet to notice her
shape.
She scanned down over a flat, hard belly to the dark, thick pubic
hair that covered her cunt. It lay in a mat and she idly ran her
fingers through it to pull it out to it's fullest. It was as thick as
her hair and continued between her legs and when she walked without
panties on, she could feel it brush between her legs and it always
excited her.
God, everything excited her. Since she was fifteen years old, she
found out that practically anything touching her skin was enough
arouse her. The first time she had an orgasm was walking to high
school with her first pair of pantyhose on. The friction between her
legs as she walked on that cold winter day set her clit tingling. It
rose, as it always did, and tried to poke out between her cunt lips
but was stopped by the nylon fabric. Already wet, it rubbed gently
against the fabric, giving her what felt like tiny electric shocks
each time a leg swung forward. At the end of three blocks, she was
breathing hard and could feel her nipples tight against the bra
strapping down her now-swollen breasts. In the middle of the street,
it hit her and she almost passed out as the orgasm started between her
legs and passed up her body. She grabbed the light pole on the
opposite side just in time as a second orgasm ripped through her, more
powerful than the first. Out of breath, she let her head clear and
realized what had just happened. And frankly loved it. By the time she
got to school, she had three more and had to go to the girls room to
dry herself.
From that moment on, she had found that many things could bring
her to orgasm. She experimented over every part of her body and spent
many a night in her room while studying, rubbing this or that to see
what effect it had. One night, as she wrote out a homework assignment,
her thumb and index finger on the other hand had idly slipped inside
her blouse and began rubbing her nipple. Her nipples always felt as
though they were connected to her clit with an electric wire. A couple
of good squeezes and she got wet. A few more and her clit extended. A
few more and she was breathing hard and within a minute, she came.
That night, she wasn't really aware that she was feeling herself up
until she stopped writing for a moment and realized she was hot and
getting more worked up by the moment. As her fingers tightened on her
tit, the sparks began to fly and she began to grunt slightly as the
waves of pleasure began to hit her full force. A moment later her back
straightened and then curved back and she pulled the blouse from her
shoulders to expose her breasts to the coolness of the room. The other
nipple hardened immediately and she traded hands and began pulling on
both of the nipples, teasing them up to even greater lengths. This
night they never stood any taller and were extended almost two inches,
like small penises. She pulled them straight out and twisted them back
and forth. It hit like a wave and passed through her cunt and belly.
She slumped forward on the desk. As usual, the next day she got an A
on the test. It never hurts to be fully relaxed!
Boys, well, they never noticed her much, amazingly. She was not a
good dresser at this point in her life, not having any sisters for an
example, and never quite mastered makeup until college when a
roommate, Betty, who was a genus at it showed her how to select what
was right for her and how to put it on.
Her friend, Betty, was quiet girl from a nice town somewhere in
the mid-west who came to college to find a husband. Basically a plain
person with a nice face and very slim figure, she was inexperienced,
to say the least. While putting on makeup, they started talking about
boys and sex and soon Heather realized that Betty never masturbated.
It was amazing to her. They worked on the makeup and soon Heather had
to admit that the effect was pretty impressive. They were having such
a good time that she suggested they share the room that night, since
Heather's roommate had flunked out. Betty was enthusiastic and went to
get some things. Heather left the makeup on and slipped on a French
cut nighty that she had bought on a bet before she left home. It
lifted her already jutting breasts even more and held them on a
platform of sensuous lace. The nipples were just barely covered and
were pushing at the material. Heather could feel her breath tighten as
the door opened and Betty came back in.
She stood looking at Heather and said "God, you're beautiful."
Heather blushed at the compliment and went over to lock the door.
Betty couldn't take her eyes off her.
A bottle of wine appeared and they began to take up where they
had left off, talking about boys and sex. Particularly about sex.
Betty changed into a two piece nighty with a G-string bottom. Her
slight figure had trouble filling the top.
Her bottom was tight and when she leaned over to pick up her
clothes, a pink asshole presented itself to Heather, who had a sudden
urge to lick it. She had never touched another girl there, but the
urge was strong and surprised her.
Betty kept looking at Heather's breasts and finally said. "You've
got the best boobs I've ever seen. The nipples are so red and long.
The guys must be all over you on dates." She wet her lips as she said
this. "I rarely date. Most guys never notice me. I have trouble
getting their attention and keep to myself pretty much." And beside,
she thought, it's always the girls who get me hot and bothered anyway.
I guess I'm bi, maybe even a lesbian. The thought wasn't disturbing to
her. She just accepted that it was who she was. Her Mom and Dad had
never said anything to her, other than she ought to get out more. She
wondered if they knew. Of course they knew. Parents are either
completely blind, or they don't miss a trick. Her's never missed
anything, as she knew. Yes, they knew. God, Betty's ass looks good in
that outfit.
The wine was disappearing and now Heather suddenly said. "I can't
believe you've never masturbated."
"It's always scared me. I get all hot and started feeling like I
need to make noises and then I get afraid that someone will hear and I
just lay there until the feeling goes away. I just think about
something else." Her eyes were on Heather's bushy cunt.
"Well, we're here alone and everyone else on the floor all around
me either flunked out or is home for the weekend. Want to give it a
try, I mean, just between friends? You can moan all you want!"
She moved over to Betty and sat next to her on the bunk. Betty
just looked at her and finally her eyes fell to Heather's breasts.
"You can touch them if you want." Heather said softly.
Betty looked up, startled. "I..."
"It's OK. I've watched you looking at them all night. I wanted
you to. You don't think its weird or anything to want to touch other
people, do you? I certainly don't think it's wrong to get hot for
someone once in a while." Betty drank her wine, her eyes on Heathers
protruding nipples, finally putting it down. "Would you show me how
you masturbate?"
Heather was already doing it. A finger was slowly moving over her
nipple, teasing it. It already was up three quarters of an inch and
rising. Betty stared, her eyes round with amazement. A gently squeeze
and pull and it was out past an inch.
"God, that's beautiful, and amazing. Mine are so small."
She breathed, her eyes hard on the tit.
She moved a little closer and Heather began to stroke Betty's
hair with her free hand. The nipple stretched further and poked out
past the finger and thumb that were rolling it back and forth slowly.
Her breathing was deepening and her lips were open. Her eyes were
closing has the sensations washed over her. Betty moved her head down
a little closer and Heather moved her head back and moaned softly.
Betty said, "I want to touch it."
A hand moved up slowly and touched the tip of the still extending
nipple. Now almost full length, it extended almost two inches. Heather
shivered and moaned again. Betty looked in her face and stroked the
tip of the nipple again. Heather sighed and her hand began to move
down Betty's neck and across the shoulder, brushing the nighty strap
off the shoulder. Betty's skin felt hot and her own small pink nipples
hardened like pebbles. Heather's fingers traced the outline of her
shoulder and the nighty fell away, exposing a small breast the size of
a half orange with a turgid nipple. Her finger went lower and Betty
shuddered and closed her eyes. At the touch of the first finger nail,
she groaned and the finger tightened around the nipple and she felt an
almost electric spark between her legs. The fingers were rolling the
nipple back and forth and pulling on it gently. Betty always stopped
at this point when she did this to herself, so from this point on, she
was in uncharted territory. Her body was talking a language of
pleasure she had never experienced and she felt herself sliding down
into a warm pool of tingles and fire. So this is lust, she thought. In
spite of the massive reaction her body was having to this excitement,
she continued to touch Heather's nipple and finally reached over and
began to stroke the other breast, bringing it's nipple to life with
her fingers. It seemed so natural as she leaned over and took the now
long nipple into her mouth and ran her tongue over it. It extended
right out into the top of her mouth and she felt a wave of heat in her
mouth. Her own nipples were hard and now Heather was beginning the
pant.
"I'm going to come. Oh, God, that's good. Oh, Oh, Ungh,
Unch,Unnnnnnnnnnnn." She started to shake and came hard. Betty pulled
her head away and watched. Her own body was shaking and Heather's hand
pulled away as she came. Betty had never heard of anyone being able to
come simply from having their nipples sucked and she was surprised and
very, very excited by it. Heather put her head down and said, "Let's
do you, babe." And starting sucking on Betty's tit. Betty groaned and
groaned. "Shit. Crap. Oh, shit. Suck it. Oh, suck it." She was on
fire. Heather pushed her on her back and kept sucking, moving from one
tit to the other. Her own excitement grew again. Betty began tossing
her hips and moving her head from side to side. Heather slipped a
finger under Betty's G-string and began to stroke the pubic hair. The
smell of hot cunt filled the room and Betty began to cry out. A finger
slipped inside the inner fold and found the turgid clit. As soon as it
brushed by, Betty arched up off the bed and came, groaning loudly and
grunting as the waves of pleasure gripped her stomach and interrupted
her breathing. Heather slipped a finger inside her own cunt and came
again as well.
They lay in each other's arms for a long time and finally Betty
said. "So that's what an orgasm feels like. I've wanted it for a long
time. But I always assumed it would be with a boy."
"Are you disappointed?"
"I don't think so. It felt great. Really great."
Her hand was slowing tracing Heather's breasts again and she
closed her eyes, feeling the long nipple come up in her hand. "You get
so long. Isn't that uncomfortable?"
Sometimes, but other times, I cut holes in my bra and let them
rub on a particularly sexy fabric and it feels wonderful."
They stood up. Heather had another surprise for Betty. "If you
think they get long, you should see my clit. I could probably fuck you
with it if we tried hard enough!"
Betty sat up. "Let me see."
Heather smiled and sat up. "Sit on the floor."
Betty pulled a throw rug over and put a pillow under her ass and
stared between Heather's legs. She was wet from her orgasms and the
outer lips were still swollen, exposing the inner lips.
As Heather began to run her hands lightly around her nipples and
the top of her cunt, her clitoris began to extend and poke out. Betty
leaned closer. It came out, finally, almost three quite incredible
inches of it. Heather ran a finger slowly over it's length and felt a
massive orgasm building. She was having difficulty breathing or
concentrating. "I'm going to come," she mumbled, groaning deep in her
throat.
"No, wait, I'm going to suck you off." Betty moved Heather's hand
away, amazed at herself even as she said it. It was true. She felt she
NEEDED to feel that unusual and erotic member deep in her throat at
that moment, more than anything she had ever wanted.
She leaned forward and took the tip in her mouth. Heather jerked
and gasped. Betty leaned further forward and slowly took the length
into her mouth. The taste of another woman was exciting and she
finally had her nose buried inside her cunt. She ran her tongue over
the length of it and began to suck. Heather shuddered and climaxed.
Her hips were thrusting off the bed as she leaned back and grunted,
over and over. The clit grew slightly more firm and was poking Betty
in the back of the throat. Heather yelled out as she climaxed again. A
flood of cunt juice was pouring out of Heather and down Betty's
throat. Finally, with a last gentle lick, she pulled back and licked
her lips. She had just gone down on another woman and found the
experience delightful. Even as she thought it, she was amazed at
herself the more.
Heather fell back on the bed and whispered, "I have to rest."
Betty stroked her own small clitoris and within seconds, her back
started to arch and she came, her butt bouncing off the floor and she
ended up on her side, breathless.
They lay like that a long time and finally, Heather reached down
and offered her some more wine. They sat and stoked each other for a
while and suddenly Betty said. "Fuck me with it. It certainly is long
enough. Let's try." Heather said, "I've never done that, I mean with
anybody."
"We can figure it out. Sit up with your legs apart and your knees
up." Betty swung around and stuck her legs past Heather's sides and
inched forward. Heather's wonderful breasts pushed against the inside
of her thighs and as Betty moved forward, their wet pussies slowly
pushed together. Both were still swollen and slick from the night's
earlier activities and suddenly, the lips were sliding over each
other. Betty's cunt was low between her legs and Heather's was high,
almost in front of her. They fit together as Betty leaned back on her
elbows and Heather began to lift her butt up and down. The lips
continued to slide over each other and fresh cum began to flow from
both of them. Suddenly, Betty felt something hard between her lips and
it kept growing. "That's it. That's it. It's growing. Fuck me,
Heather, with your wonderful clit. Oh, it's so long." It was now up in
her good, a slim penis. Heather's hips were moving with a life of
their own and her head was back again.
Their cunts pushed together and suddenly, Betty bucked too hard
and the clit pulled free and ran back into her ass crack and poked at
her sphincter. She shuddered and trembled. It was so wet back there
that Heather felt no discomfort, just an even stronger need to thrust.
"Oh, shit, babe, you give good pussy. Oh, fuck it, fuck it." Betty
pushed forward again and the clit slipped back inside. She pulled back
and it slid up her crack again. Back and forth, back and forth, from
the bottom of her pussy to her asshole. Her own hips were lunging and
twisting. On one of the stokes, they got out of sync and suddenly, the
narrow, long clit slid up inside Betty's ass.
Her eyes popped open and she gasped. "I don't think..." But
Heather was beyond listening or caring. "Oh, god, you are so tight,
I'm coming..." Heather's butt was banging away relentlessly on Betty's
and the clit was reaming out her tight asshole. Betty struggled to
gain some clearance and even felt another orgasm building in spite of
the surprise sensations. Or maybe because of them? All she knew was
that her clit was on fire and the friction on her pussy and the deep
probing of her ass was getting her hotter than she had ever
experienced. Her ass tightened even more and she came with Heather,
both crying out loudly. After cleaning up a bit, they hugged and
stroked each other long into the night, finally, forming a sixty-nine
and giving each other several more powerful orgasms before they
drifted off to sleep. They never made love again after that night of
excess, but did share stories. Betty found a great guy and drifted off
into another social world.
Heather's thoughts turned back to Janet, who would be along
soon. She was already wet with anticipation.
HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES PART 2 BY "RAMAPO"
(ED Note: Before you ask, "What happened to Janet coming over to
Heather's place?" Damned if I know. That's what a long overseas flight
will do for your concentration while writing. There really isn't a
damn plot to this thing, after all...)
Heather continued a quiet life, with some VERY limited dating for
appearances, she guessed, but basically, satisfying herself when need
be. Studying in the stacks was a great hiding place and it was pretty
dark in most of the study nooks, so she could slip a hand inside her
blouse or pants and relieve herself whenever she needed. Which was
quite often. A sex drive she had, that was for sure. She was nineteen
and wondered what would happen when she hit her late thirties and
early forties when her sex drive was supposed to peak. She couldn't
even imagine what that might be like, considering how much she was
getting off already.
She just finished up a particularly satisfying orgasm that had
her grinding her ass into the seat and breathing in explosive gasps
between waves of contractions. After her head cleared a bit, she went
back to work, but shortly, sensed someone's presence in the aisle. She
lifted her head and saw another girl at the other end of the stacks at
another study desk, looking, no, staring openly at her over the top of
a textbook. Even in the dim light, you could tell the girl's face was
flushed. Heather realized immediately that she must have seen Heather
masturbate. Let her watch, she thought wickedly, she would give her a
real show. Her desk faced the other girl's. Sliding down as low as she
could, she pulled her pants and underwear down to her knees then let
them fall to her ankles. The desk was old and had no privacy curtain.
Heather was now completely exposed to the girl.
Even from there, she could see the other girl's eyes open wide.
Her eyes were trained on Heather's pussy, and nervously glanced up to
see if Heather was aware of her watching. Heather stared back, then
winked as her hand slid down between her thighs and she began rubbing
herself. First one, then two, and finally three fingers were inserted
into her slick hole as she quickly manipulated the walls of her vagina
with her long, smooth fingernails, pressing her long clit with the
palm of her hand, keeping it trapped inside, bent down. The sensations
were electric. Within a minute, she was very hot and could feel the
beginning of an orgasm building up. Her back arched into it, her eyes
closed to slits as she gave herself to the pleasure. After several
minutes of constant friction and pumping, her pussy was making loud
sucking and wet noises from her hand, but Heather was beyond hearing
or caring. Her head bent back and her eyes opened slightly and vaguely
became aware the other girl was standing over her. She stopped
suddenly with great effort and concentration and opened her eyes. The
other girl was someone she recognized now, an upperclass cheerleader,
long blond hair, terrific tan. Her mouth was open and she was
breathing heavily. "Please don't stop. You are such a hot bitch." It
was a plea, a whisper. She was nervous, hot, and scared. Her eyes went
back to Heather's still hand, fingers still buried deep in her pussy.
Heather looked into her eyes and realized she was hotter than
shit. She reached over and slid her other hand up under the other
girls sweatshirt. It went over her hard belly and up and found the
full breast nearest her. No bra. Firm. Wide spread from its twin. The
nipple was already hard. The other girl gasped in surprise started and
tried to pull away, but Heather had the nipple and pulled back. As the
girl struggled, she got hotter and hotter and her struggles were weak
and half-hearted at best. She made no effort to remove Heather's hand.
"Please. I. I. Can't.. We shouldn't. Someone will see."
"You want relief, we do it together." Heather couldn't believe
she was being so aggressive and dominant with this strange girl. And
she found it excited her to have her so much under control.
Heather pulled her own pants up quickly and took the other girl
by the hand and led her toward the darker area in the middle of the
isle. Turning to face her, she pulled her blouse open quickly and
exposed her own bra-less, jutting breasts with their distended,
protruding nipples. The other girl stared but as Heather reached out,
did not push the hand away as her sweatshirt was lifted over her head.
Heather unsnapped the girls pants and put her hand inside with out
pause. The blond's mons was soaked and she started to moan loudly
immediately. A deep french kiss stopped that and their hips started to
come together. Heather guided the girls hand down into her pants and
pushed two of her fingers inside. And then, a hand in each other's
shorts, in seconds they melted together, breasts pushing breasts
aside, tongues slipping and exploring. Heather came twice, but the
other girl just kept getting hotter and hotter. "You want an A on your
final?" The girl looked back with dazed, eyes, whimpering moans
escaping her lips as Heather's fingers kept stroking the girl's slit.
The shelf behind them was empty and the shelves above missing.
Heather pulled the girl's pants down and held them down with her foot
as the girl stepped out of them and pushed her back on the shelf,
spreading her legs. Before the other girl could even stop to think
what was happening, Heather's tongue was up the girl's twat and
stroking her clit. In less than a minute, the other girl came and came
and came. She was noisy, but not enough for people elsewhere on the
floor to hear past the rows of shelved books. A pool of cum was
forming under the girls ass as the onslaught continued. Heather gently
chewed on the girl's vulva and then went back to sucking. Another
heavy orgasm racked the girls body and her legs scissored behind
Heather's head, holding her in position, face pushed hard against the
steamy pussy. In the next fifteen minutes, the experience the hottest
sex she had ever had. She fainted after the last explosive orgasm.
Heather left her laying back on the shelves, her pants pulled up,
sweatshirt spread over her naked breasts. Heather went back to her
studies and soon notice the other girl stand up, gather her books and
turn to go. But instead, she came down the aisle and stood next to
Heather.
"I. I've never done anything like that before. I mean, masturbate
in public, touch another girl, God, even being eaten out. You aren't
going...?"
"Do well on your final. You look relaxed enough now. And as for
the rest, I don't even know your name and I'm not in the habit of
talking about my lovers. To anybody."
"Lover? I mean... I know we just... but I don't think that would
make us lovers..." The girl was having a lot confusion over what had
just happened. Heather wrote her name, room number, and phone number
on a sheet of paper and handed it to her. "If you need more
relaxation."
The girl stared at the paper. "I'm...my name is Gina. Thanks.
We..we're not lovers, though, right?" It seemed real important to her
to make this point.
"Whatever, Gina."
Gina paused, and then walked slowly away, her books cradled in
one arm. At the door to the stacks, she looked back, then was gone.
Heather knew she would call. Three nights later she did. Heather
made her ask to be fucked before she would agree to let her come by.
When she hung up, she thought to herself that she was turning into a
real bitch. Then laughed as the knock came on the door and Gina came
in. Heather began to kiss her before the door closed, pushing her
toward the bed. This time, there wasn't any rush and Gina wasn't
leaving until Heather was satisfied. And that took a long, long time.
HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES PART 3 BY "RAMAPO"
Junior year was quiet and when three other girls she casually
knew asked her to go on a ski trip, she was very grateful. She knew
them from a couple of classes, but not very well. It was a great
chance to make some new friends, even it sexually if would probably be
a non-starter. She certainly didn't have any expectations of anything
but a few days skiing and a couple of long car rides. All pretty and
outgoing, they piled into the car, two in front and two in back and
headed for the mountains, a ten hour drive. It got dark and they
stopped for dinner. The conversation was mostly about school, classes,
the boys and what jerks they all were and how everybody was pretty
frustrated and horny. They were all laughing about needing to find a
man as they piled back into the car. They rode three in the front so
Helen could sleep. Heather was in between Lucy and Inga and it was a
bit of a tight squeeze.
After a few minutes, with the drone of the radio and engine and
the tires washing over the car like a warm blanket, Heather began to
feel Inga's leg moving slowly up and down. Her hot leg felt good on
her's and Heather made no move to shift her leg away. She noticed
Inga's right hand was squeezing her own breast and twisting the nipple
and after ten minutes, she could sense Inga was getting hot. She must
not be kidding about being horny, Heather thought and decided to risk
it and offer to help her without Lucy noticing, if she could. She
casually lifted her arm and put it around Inga to make more room. Inga
turned to look at her with an unspoken thanks and a quizzical look on
her face, then moved her half-closed eyes back to the road. Heather's
full, very firm breast pressed on Inga's arm and Inga moved her arm
over to the left and forward a bit and Heather's breast flowed into
the gap between Inga's side and her arm. The nipple was now pressed
into the side of Inga's smaller breast. Almost at once, Inga started
a gentle, almost imperceptible movement of her arm that squeezed
Heather's breast, and forced the already ample nipple to bulge out,
digging firmly into the soft tissue of Inga's left tit. The sensation
was deeply arousing and Heather joined Inga's irregular breathing as
they stimulated each other. No overt touching was going on, so their
unspoken pact was safe, while Lucy continued to drive while the radio
played music which covered up the heavy breathing. Inga's leg
continued to move up and down as she squeezed her clit with her thigh
and after several minutes of increasing arousal, Heather made her move
and casually slipped her hand very slowly down to her shoulder and
neck, then around Inga's neck and down under the front of her shirt.
Inga stiffened as soon as she felt the fingers move under her shirt
and she froze, then turned and looked into Heather's eyes, smiled and
put her head back as Heather's fingers finally found her nipple and
began to roll it expertly, pulling it slowly out as far as possible,
then easing it back. Inga was starting to breath very heavily and
Heather leaned close and whispered, "Put your face into my shirt so
Lucy can't hear you." Inga did so and Heather began to pull on the now
very hard nipple. Inga stiffened and suddenly began to whimper into
Heather's neck. She was shaking and began to softly groan as her
passion rose and then, in ten minutes, she came at least five times.
Lucy drove and seemed to notice nothing. Inga finally straightened up
a bit, smiled, and mouthed "Thank you." Heather continued to stroke
the side of her breast and Inga leaned back contentedly, deciding that
what the hell, it might not be a boy, but Heather sure knew what to do
to her to get her off, so she might as well enjoy.
But Heather felt hot as hell by now herself and straightened up.
As she did, Lucy casually moved her hand over on Heather's thigh and
left it there. In a minute, she began a subtle tracing of Heather's
inner thigh muscle that began to really get to her immediately, given
the aroused state she was already in. It was if the muscle was
directly connected to her twat and she lubricated heavily in seconds,
adding to the copious moisture already pooled behind the now swollen
lips of her pussy. Her nipples had now extended and her hot breath
began to come in short bursts in spite of her attempts to control it.
Feeling Heather shudder and unaware of Lucy's play down below, it was
at this moment that Inga decided to return the Heather's favor and
slipped her hand under Heather's blouse, running her hand and long-
nailed fingertips wonderingly over the large, high breast, and finally
found her nipple. "God girl, have you got teats!," she whispered in
astonishment into Heather's ear. Ingas's nails scraped the extended
nipple and Heather shuddered again. This was going to get to her and a
major way if they didn't stop, but Inga continued to stroked it and
then pulled it and twisted it. Heather had to move. Her hips were
taking on a life of their own.
Inga's hand reached down and in a practiced move, unsnapped
Heather's pants. Heather froze. Both hands were only inches apart.
Inga's finger slid down and found her waiting, straining clit. After
releasing the tiny cock-like clit from the restriction of Heather's
panties, she ran a finger up and down it, even more amazed at what she
found down there than at the size of the swollen nipples above. In
three strokes, Heather's hips heaved and she came with a loud groan,
shaking and grinding her ass down into the seat. Lucy finally looked
over, saw that Inga was already into Heather's pants, and got a big
grin on her face. Hell, she wasn't the only one who was doing a little
crossing over the line tonight, she realized.
"Hey, you two, since we all seem to have the same thing on our
minds, let me publicly announce that I need some of this action too."
Heather leaned against her and reached over to unbutton her blouse,
then leaned her head down and began sucking her right tit. Lucy rubbed
the back of her head and began to grunt and pant as the playful tongue
teased her nipple into a pearl of hardness and sensitivity, then
Heather bit it gently with her teeth, pulling out and releasing it. No
boy had ever done that to Lucy and Heather seemed to know just how
much pain to mix with the pleasure, enormously increasing the sparks
shooting across her chest and her pussy went into overdrive from the
sensation. Driving was getting more difficult as the onslaught
continued.
Heather felt Inga begin to work at pulling her pants down and
Heather twisted as best she could and lifted her hips to help. In
seconds, Inga had the pants off and on the floor, panties as well,
then slid down and put her lips to Heather's now-bare ass and began
shoving her tongue into her crack and inviting asshole. She was
excited at the very thought of doing this and attacked eagerly as
Heather jerked and tried to move away from the intense sensations, but
there was no room. The heat from that tongue had Heather instantly hot
again and she could feel another orgasm building. Inga's tongue moved
up and down her crack and then, in a nothing ventured, nothing gained
moment of decision, pushed in as far as it would go. The yielding
sphincter gripped her tongue tightly and Inga found herself wishing
her cock-tongue was much longer and her own lust rose as she butt-
fucked this dark haired beauty with her tongue. Even as she was doing
it to Heather, she couldn't believe it. This was WAY over the line for
her. And she knew that for her, the line had just made a very definite
move to places unknown at the moment. She was ready to try or do
anything. And right now, that was burying her tongue deeply inside
Heather's trembling rear as Heather began to babble loudly.
"Oh, shit. Hunnnnnn. Immmm, Oh, Oh, Oh!" And as Heather always
did, she felt the warmth and tightness start in her belly and wash
over her as she came, shaking, this orgasm even stronger than the
first. For her, each one always was more intense than the last, until
finally, if her partner was still capable of it, she would come so
intensely she would black out. Only then would she find herself
satiated.
Lucy unbuttoned her own pants and began stroking herself. In
seconds she came too. She couldn't see what Inga was doing to Heather,
but she was surprised and suspected that it must be something that her
parents would have killed her for doing. She finally came down from
her own orgasm and managed to keep the car on the road as the girl in
the back continued to sleep. Her name was Janet and was exhausted from
finals. And as Heather pulled her pants back on and they all gave each
other slightly embarrassed grins, Lucy was suddenly disappointed that
it was over. That magic bubble of rule breaking permission and lustful
passion was gone. What happened was not to be talked about. And, it
never was. Their weekend trip proceeded as planned, even if a bit of
the horny edge was gone. And Janet slept on the back seat. Her turn to
break some rules and try a new world would come the next night.
(Ed Note: Well, this is where Janet went! Well, tune in to the
next edition to find out what! I haven't read ahead too far, so I
don't know yet either!)
HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES PART 4 BY "RAMAPO"
But, amazingly, Janet never got to share their brief unspoken but
hoped for exploration of lesbian sex the next night, because they
really did ski all day and Heather and the others found themselves
exhausted that night. A couple of drinks and they all just crashed.
Janet and Heather had no real chance to talk, as she was rooming with
Lucy. They had a couple of pleasant conversations in the car on the
trip back in the quiet of the back seat and walking back into the
dorm, on the spur of the moment, Heather invited her down to her
parents' beach house for the weekend, the first week home from school.
Her parents were in Europe, so they would have the place to
themselves. And now (Ed: Ah Ha! Janet is BACK) Heather stood in the
bedroom with the sea crashing on the beach just beyond the dunes, with
only a few more minutes to go before Janet would arrive. She decided
on what to wear.
Heather carefully put a touch of perfume between her breasts and
under her arms, then put her hand between her legs and wet her finger,
spreading it with the perfume. Another touch of perfume found her ass
and rear crack, her finger lingering over the pucker. Slipping a loose
shorty top on that barely came down and covered her nipples, and that
she knew would blow off them if a breeze came into the room from the
beach, she pulled it down as far as it would go, exposing the bottom
half of each high, heavy breast. Then she pulled on cutoffs with no
underwear and went to answer the front door, which rang just as she
was finishing.
Janet was standing in the now-setting sun with a bag in each
hand. Her smile faded as she looked at Heather's outfit and her eyes
widened. Finally, after a pause, she stuttered a bit as she slowly
tore her eyes off the clearly visible bottom half of Heathers nipples
and and said, "Boy, that's some hot outfit." Her face was reddening.
But her eyes were rivited on the enviting globes.
"Well, it's not how hot you look, it's how hot you get that
counts, welcome! And thanks. I wore it just for you."
Janet didn't reply to that, but her heart leaped as she came
inside and put her things in the bedroom she was shown. Was it
possible that the rumors she had hear about Heather being a lesbian,
or at least bi were true. She had only fantisized about sex with
another girl, but no opportunity had ever presented itself. Maybe...
It was too late for the beach, so they just ate and cleaned up.
Heather made sure there were lots of opportunities to let her boobs
fall below her blouse and finally, it was resting just above her
nipples on the shelf of her uplifted tits and she made no effort to
pull it down anymore. From the corner of her eye, she could see Janet
stare. At the thought of it, her nipples hardened slightly and Janet
stared even more at those long prongs of passion. Her own were very
sensitive, and she kept wondering what it felt like to Heather to have
them sucked.
As the evening wore on, the small talk wore down and they began
to kill a bottle of wine, sitting opposite each other on the floor
with their backs to matching sofas. Only the light from a small fire
in the fireplace lit the room.
"So, how hot Do you get?" Even Janet was surprised at her sudden
outburst.
Heather was surprised and please as well. She looked over at
Janet. "I get pretty damn bothered sometimes."
"I do too. I could use a good fuck right now. The tension from
school drives me crazy at times. When I'm tense, I get horny."
"It seems everything makes me horny sometimes."
"Well, if you dress like that you will get me thinking about
jumping you. You are making me very horny tonight. I just love looking
at your chest." She held her head down as she almost whispered it. "I
can't believe I just said that."
"What do you want to do about it." Heather's challenge was an
open one. This would be the point to find out if Janet would. "I don't
know what you mean." As she mumbled it out, she knew she was lying.
She knew exactly what Heather was offering. And she knew what the
answer was she wanted to give, but she found herself holding back. It
was too scary. "I mean, what do you do to yourself when you get
horny." "I play with myself. Sometimes I use vibrators." She looked
into Heather's face. "What do you do?"
"Sometimes, I get off just watching someone else get off, if they
are hot enough."
It was quiet again. They drank their wine. The tension was
unbearable. Finally, Janet took the plunge.
"Let's play a game."
"Oh? What kind?" Heather said.
"If I get you hot enough to come without touching you, what do I
get?"
"I'll bet I can make you come ten times in a row."
Janet laughed. "Never. Sometimes it takes over an hour for me to
get off, even when I'm really hot to start with. I must be inhibited."
"It's a deal."
Janet downed her glass of wine and went into the bedroom and
returned with a small bag which she put on the floor in front of her.
She pulled her top off. "Let me see your's." And laughed. Hell, she
had been looking at them for them ever since the door opened! Heather
reached over and with one hand removed the almost useless half-top,
its job accomplished.
Janet stared even harder at the beautiful firm mounds that graced
Heather, her breath quickening. She bit her lip and reached into the
bag and drew out the biggest dildo that Heather had ever seen. Easily
well over eighteen inches long, it had a head like a prune and was as
thick as her wrist. It had two ends and flexed just like a half erect
cock. If Heather had big tits with outstanding nipples, Janet had her
own world class equipment, even if it wasn't apparent at first.
"Heather honey, I'm going to make you watch me work this little prick
all the way inside me until it disappears." Her hand removed something
else from the bag. It was another smaller dildo. "And stick this up my
butt until my ass is bouncing off the floor."
Heather was breathing hard.
Janet started by rubbing the dildo all over her chest, working
the tip up and into her mouth. Wet, it left a trail down her belly as
she slid it down. She started talking.
"This feels so good. My nipples are hard. I want to suck them,
but I can't reach them. Oh, that's good."
The dong reached the outside of her pants and she rubbed it over
her cunt and down her legs. "This honey swells up when it gets hot
from your cunt. I can't wait to feel it in me. Ummmmm."
It came back up and she slid it up her pant leg and pressed the
head against her cunt lips through her panties.
"Oh. Heather, I'm so hot. My pants are wet. My ass is wet too."
All the talk was obviously affecting Heather, who was leaning back and
squirming against the sofa with her arms to each side, raising her
breasts up high and wide for Janet to see. Janet could just taste that
long nipple in her mouth. Soon. Very soon.
The thought surprised her at some level. She had never sexually
touched another woman. Now she was so hot to do it that she couldn't
believe it.
She put down the large dildo and eased her shorts off. Resuming
with the small dildo, she repeated the same moves, but put it all the
way back into her mouth until only the stopper end was sticking out.
"Ummmmmmmm." She hummed. Sweat broke out on her upper lip and her
ass was moving against the carpet in anticipation of what was coming.
Heather was desperate to reach down and touch herself. Her pants
had a dark stain spreading between her legs. Her cunt smell filled the
room and mingled with Janet's. Little whimpers escaped her mouth as
she watched Janet. He mouth was open and her breath was ragged.
Janet moved the dildo down and slid it under the elastic of her
panties and the head moved down and through the top of her slit. It
rubbed over her clit and she bucked. Within seconds, the head and
shaft were soaked and she was moving it in a steady rhythm. "It wants
to go in me. It's got a mind of it's own. Oh, shit, that feels good."
She eased her panties off and Heather saw her twat for the first
time, slick with moisture, hair matted, but parted with swollen cunt
lips. She leaned over slightly to see better in the dull light.
Janet was looking at her as the slim dildo repeated it's travel
through the forest of hair and disappeared between the swollen lips
and out the bottom. It glistened with come. Janet was breathing in
short gasps as it moved over her clit. She slid down farther and
farther and finally was laying flat on the floor with her knees up.
She reached around and pulled her legs up and slid them under the sofa
cushion, pinning her legs against her breasts and knees back by her
ears. Arms free, she lifted the big, unusual dildo up again and moved
it back and forth through her cunt and began to move farther and
farther with each stroke toward her asshole. Janet had stopped talking
and was giving out little cries each time it reached the top and
touched her clit. "God, it wants to be in me so much." It moved up
through her cunt and disappeared all the way inside her, then slid out
and moved down to her asshole. Janet's middle finger pushed and the
tip moved "Heather can you see this?"
"I'm going to make you come like you've never come before with
this, but first I want you to know how it works and what I'm going to
do."
Heather looked very uncertainly at the enormous dildo.
"A friend of mine at college made a bunch of these things at a
summer job last year. It's a tube of thin, flexible material for about
seven inches at one end and a foot at the other. The middle is
thicker, but it can be bent slowly. Now, baby, the secret of this
thing is that it is filled with a special liquid jell. If I squeeze
one end, the middle stays the same, but the other end expands." She
demonstrated, squeezing the short end with both hands and the big end
expanded visibly.
"It makes the most fantastic dildo I've ever used, because, it's
interactive. If I put one end in me and the other in you, every time
you so much as give a twitch, it would feel like you just gave me a
good ream. And the same for you as well."
"I've never used a dildo anywhere near that big. I'm not sure if
I could handle it."
"Are you saying no?"
"Are you sure it won't hurt?"
"You are going to think you died and went to heaven. But there's
something else."
Heather looked up from the dong, finding herself struggling to
take her eyes off it.
"Tonight, you fly solo."
"I don't understand."
Janet pulled two pillows from the head of the bed and moved them
under Heather's ass. Her pussy was high up and her ass well off the
bed.
She squeezed the small end very hard and then pulled it through
her hand several times until the small end was only as thin as a
pencil. She got the baby oil from the dresser and began rubbing it all
over Heather and down into her ass.
"Janet. I've never put anything that big in my ass."
She suddenly knew Janet intended to fuck her in the ass and in
the cunt with this weird dildo, but at the same time knew she wanted
to feel what it was like.
"I won't hurt you. We're going to take a very long time to do
this and baby, it's going to blow your mind."
She leaned over and gave Heather a deep french kiss, their
tongues moving over one another and probing wetly. Heather relaxed as
Janet's fingers never stopped moving over her bottom, sliding up and
down her crack. At times, she would stop and linger around her tight
rear and Heather would tighten up in response.
Soon, however, her muscle relaxed and Janet began rubbing oil on
the dildo. Still rubbing her other hand all over Heather's cunt and
legs, she rubbed the very narrow but smooth head of the dildo up and
down her crack, each time pressing on the entry way. After about a
minute, the head slid inside. Heather gasped.
Janet left it like that about ten seconds and began to very
slowly push it into her ass. Heather began breathing very hard. "Oh,
God. Ungh. Oh, God. It's up my ass. I want to come. It hurts a little.
It's going deeper. I don't know if I can... Oh, shit. Deeper, oh
deeper."
Finally, the seven inches were in and Janet moved it in and out
an inch of so for about ten minutes.
Heather knew she would come, but the feeling was so new and she
just got hotter and hotter.
"And now baby, the fun begins."
Janet squeezed the long end of the dong with two fingers and the
narrow end swelled in her ass. Heather's eyes went wild. "Oh! I can
feel that. I just squeezed back!"
Janet squeezed again and again the butt end expanded. This went
on until the fat end had narrowed and the butt end was easily twice
the diameter originally. It was filling Heather's ass and she was
clamping down in response. Janet squeezed back and Heather grunted and
her ass closed again. After about five cycles, Janet said, "You've got
the idea baby. You just can't stop from clamping down." She stopped
squeezing back and Heather finally stopped clamping down.
Janet spread oil over the big end and slowly bent the long dong
in the middle until the fat end was pressing down on Heather's cunt
lips. "OK, honey, go to heaven." She pressed down on the dildo and it
slid into Heather, pushing her swollen parts apart and forcing
everything out of the way. Heather's eye's were shut and she moaned
loudly.
Now, after some minutes of careful guiding, when ten inches were
inside and the end pushed up against her cervix, her pussy clamped
down and squeezed. Her ass responded. Her body was shaking and
trembling. Spasms were whipping through her pussy and butt. Finally,
the orgasm hit. Within fifteen seconds, as her ass settled down on the
pillow, the dildo moved in her ass and she clinched it and the cycle
started again.
Heather began to whisper in a constant, unconcious stream. "Oh,
fuck fuck fuck. Baby, my butt oh my ass my hole oh oh oh oh oh
oh.Ughnnnnnnnn." It hit her in another wave.
Janet was so hot watching Heather getting off. She leaned over
and finally gave into her desires and pulled the nipple into her mouth
and sucked. It was heaven to feel the firm flesh against her tongue
and hear Heather whimper from the strong sensations of her rough
tongue running over the upstretched nipple. Below, Heather's body was
talking a language of cunt/butt fuck and her hips were bouncing up and
down. "Suck my nipple. Suck me. I'm coming...."
Janet's hips were moving and she put a finger on her clit and
orgasmed. The pussy juice flowed down her legs.
Heather whipped into another orgasm.
"Janet. god, this is wonderful. I can't do this anymore. Oh, it's
starting again. Oh. my pussy is full, my ass oh my ass my hole, my ass
fuckkkkkk shit fuck shit Ungh Ugh ohhhhhh."
Janet sat back and rubbed Heather's boobs and pulled on her
long clit, which was amazingly long, like a penis in miniature. She
sucked on it and Heather came again and again. She squatted over
Heather's face and a long tongue slipped into her and whipped her
clit. She shot a load of her love juice almost instantly into
Heather's mouth and climaxed. She was surprised. She had never
climaxed this fast before.
Heather was bathed in sweat and came again under Janet. After
over twenty minuets of this, Janet finally pulled the long dong slowly
from Heather. Heather smiled and after a few seconds, fell asleep.
Janet curled along side of her. For the first time since she could
remember, Heather fell asleep that night and wasn't horny. Janet
pulled one of Heather's big tits gently into her hand and stroked the
nipple. She loved all these games.
HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES PART 5 BY "RAMAPO"
That thing is dangerous, Heather thought when she awoke. She
looked down at the long dong, still bent in a U shape on the dresser
next to the bed. If you used it by yourself, you could fuck yourself
to death from exhaustion. Well, maybe she could, since she seemed to
have almost no limit to her sex drive. At least no limit she had
discovered as yet. She cleaned it carefully and slipped it into the
drawer. Janet was nothing like she expected. She was worried about
getting her to play a little, and bingo, she found herself on the
loosing end of a bet and getting screwed royally. She did have to
admit the damn thing worked as advertised.
The next day was spent on the almost deserted beach. Their tans
were coming along nicely. Each had slept briefly and found they were a
bit tired but very relaxed around each other. In the middle of the
afternoon, they struck up a conversation with a woman on a blanket
slightly over from them. The beach was fairly deserted, so the
conversation was welcome. A petite blonde in her mid-thirties named
Kelly, she wore an almost non-existent bikini and both Heather and
Janet fantasized about sucking on one part or other of her body.
Heather found Janet stoking her back and felt her pants get wet. She
glanced up to find the woman staring at her crotch and then up to her
face. Heather didn't have to look down to know the crotch of her suit
was stained with her cum. Her desire for this woman was quite visible.
"Are you girls busy tonight?"
"Well, we were just going to make a quick dinner and maybe a
movie. But no other plans. Why?"
"I have a few friends coming over for a little party tonight. At
ten. If you aren't busy, stop on by." She wrote out the directions, a
home a short way back from the beach in an exclusive neighborhood.
Having nothing else to do, they decided to go on by and have a
drink. Both were hoping maybe something would happen with Kelly, but
neither said anything to the other. Dressed in informal clothes, they
brushed out each other's hair and drove over, a five minute trip.
Kelly answered the door and welcomed them. She was in a low cut
halter top with very tight jeans and a bare midriff. Her face was a
little flushed.
"Hi! We gave up on you and started without you. Come on in and
meet everyone."
Everyone turned out to be a small group of seven other young
attractive women in the darkened family room of this beautiful house.
At the head of the room was a very striking brunette in a very tight
silk top and stretch calf-length pants that looked like they were
painted on her. Her pussy was clearly outlined in every detail the
clinging cloth, revealing a set of swollen lips and a trace of a
stain. She was very much aroused. She had open several aluminum
suitcases and was in the middle of demonstrating something when they
had arrived.
"We'll do introductions later. Everyone, this is Janet and
Heather, the girls I met on the beach today. Beth, why don't you go
on. Sorry to interrupt."
Beth smiled warmly at Heather and Janet and picked up a very hot
piece of sexy underwear and began a sales pitch for it. Size, texture,
features. She handed it to someone in front and pulled another from
the case and surprised Heather by casually peeling off her top,
exposing a stunning set of boobs of her own, shaped like large pears
with large, swollen nipples like the end of your thumb. Her nipples
were pink and stood out slightly from the swollen knobs. "Now, I
believe in my products, so I will show you as many as I can so you can
judge for yourself. Now, this is pretty erotic stuff, and I am a
normal woman with normal responses, so I get pretty turned on during
the presentations. If anybody is offended by that I hope they at least
go somewhere private in the house to try the products. I just want you
all to see how they are used and have a chance to ask questions. That
is, if I'm in any condition to answer them at that point." She just
laughed. "Just give me a minute to come down, O.K. Or, better yet,
join me!" Everyone laughed. "Now, remember this cream I discussed just
a few minutes ago?" She dipped a finger lightly into a pink jar and
rubbed it over her nipples. "It feels slightly cool to the touch and
then you feel a tingle, and then, magic." She lifted her tits out
toward the group and leaned forward. Her nipples were hardening and
growing longer. She looked into the back of the room and her eyes
locked with Heather's. Heather felt her own nipples harden and could
feel them push out her loose top. She didn't need any cream to have
this woman get her nipples hard. Jesus. "They are hard now. I can feel
it like I'm being loosely pinched and pulled on. They will stay up
this way for about ten hours. If you wash, maybe five hours, but the
cream goes into the skin and takes a while to wear off. Believe me,
this always gets their attention under sheer outfits, or during love
making."
It had Heather's attention. And apparently everyone else in the
room as well. She handed the jar around and just about everyone was
slipping a finger in and rubbing it on their chest. Small cries of
pleasure came from several women. "By the way, it comes in several
strengths depending on how sensitive you already are, so if you need a
bit more kick, we have it. The stuff going around is the weakest, so
if anybody isn't getting a response, try this one. It's the middle
one." A hand went up in the middle of the crowd and Beth handed the
jar back. "As you can see, if I used the middle strength, I think I'd
be baying at the moon right now." Her nipples were absolutely rigid
and jutting beautifully out.
Beth pulled on the sexy top she had been showing around and
demonstrated how the hard nipples stuck through openings at the front
to give the maximum effect. Maximum wasn't the word. WOW was the word.
Heather and Janet were both getting very aroused by this erotic sales
pitch from this outgoing, engaging woman.
The evening went on and it became apparent that Beth was clearly
playing to Heather. Twice she came into the back of the room and
handed things to her, always managing to touch her and let her hand
linger. When she would remove her hand, and finger would casually flit
across her ear, or up the back of her neck. Clothes were coming off
around the room and various things were being tried on. Beth has a
collection to really get your attention. There were some outstanding
bodies in the room and nobody was shy.
Soon, Beth ran out of clothes to sell and started taking orders.
Everyone lined up and Beth filled her order pad. Heather didn't have
much money, but signed up for some pretty silk lace panties that had
very low fronts and backs. In fact the back showed her rear cleavage,
a nice touch. Janet was broke and didn't place an order, but Heather
ordered two of everything so she could surprise Janet later. The party
took a break and everyone was introduced and drinks were poured. Kelly
walked them through the house and introduced them personally to Beth.
"You sure have an interesting job, Beth." Heather knew she was
making the understatement of the month.
She smiled. "I do get to meet a lot of interesting women this
way. I can help a lot of women enjoy themselves more and be more
relaxed. All this stuff is worth it if you can start getting enough.
And beside, I get off walking around displaying myself to women, so, I
get double the bang for my buck, so to speak." They all laughed at
that.
Beth casually ran her hand down Heather's back and let one finger
rest under the low waistband of her shorts. The tip was against her
skin and just above her ass crack. Heather's nostrils flared slightly
and her skin burned. Aggressive, sexy, and already making a move on
her. And she knew the answer already. She was so ready for this woman.
Kelly was back. "OK everyone, let's see the rest of the show." Kelly
hung back with Heather and Janet for a moment as the rest went back to
the family room. "You two can spend the night if you like. I would
love the company. If you decide not to, please leave your address and
number down at the beach so I can reach you again. But I DO hope
you'll stay. Beth might not be the only surprise tonight." And she led
them back to the other room.
Heather and Janet had thought the product demo was over, but went
back into a darkened room and sat back down on pillows in the middle
of the floor. This time they were surrounded by the others and
everyone was a little closer together. Each had a fresh drink and
conversation was relaxed and easy now.
"This part is a little more hard core and if anyone is
uncomfortable, we'll stop and go on to something else."
No one objected and Beth went on.
"There are many pieces of equipment available to you to increase
your enjoyment and intensify your orgasm. Earlier, I was able to share
one of my wares in action, but these other things I will show you and
will have to limit demonstrations, or else I'd make a fool of myself
and be up here getting off and babbling. Of course, I might do that
anyway."
"Now, you can try anything out on yourself if you like, here or
in private back in a bedroom. If anyone wants to demonstrate anything
for the group, the stage is yours. I'll take orders at the end. Just a
word, washing everything carefully if anyone else in the room has used
it, even me. I'm not offended by that."
It was now very quiet in the room. Beth began with a series of
well known products, such as dildos of various sizes and shapes. These
were handed around. Heather noticed that several were moist when she
got them and realized that sampling of the products was indeed going
on. And nobody seemed to eager to jump up and run to the bathroom for
any sanitary concerns.
Suddenly, Kelly was behind them and she whispered, "Everyone here
knows everyone else pretty intimately and it's a closed group, so if
you are worried about..."
"I was wondering. O.K. Just let them know we are both OK in that
area, OK?"
"Sure, it never crossed my mind that you weren't." And Kelly
moved away.
Ben-wa balls were sent around and a set of large ones stopped at
the woman next to her.
"I've never used these, have you?"
Heather said no, but commented that the Chinese used them all the
time at work to get off all day long without anyone knowing.
"I've heard that. Oh, they are a little cold." She reached
between her legs and pushed the balls into herself under her short
skirt. Apparently she didn't have any underwear on. She moved her legs
close together. "I don't feel anything."
"Lean back."
The woman did and her breath caught. "They moved back and up
inside. They feel slick and heavy, like a big cock going real slow."
"Now sit up a little."
The women shifted forward slightly and her hips moved. "God, that
was.... mmmm....neat. Two big fat cocks sliding down. When the top one
hit the bottom one, the pressure went straight to my clit."
She rocked back and forward a couple of times and Heather could
feel her getting tense. The smell of hot cunt was filling the room
around them. It was the smell of several hot twats, as a dildo or two
were being tried out. Someone gasped up front and low moan came from
behind Heather.
"OK ladies, I can tell some of you are getting into the thick of
things. For those of you still able to pay attention, I could use a
volunteer for the next one. It's a little different, but I promise
you'll love this."
No one stepped forward. Kelly looked briefly at Heather and
finally over at Beth.
"OK, I'll volunteer she said with a nervous laugh."
And Kelly started forward. Beth welcomed her and told her to take
off her pants. She did and Heather could see she didn't wear underwear
either. Her bush was light like her brown hair and the pink lips were
visible between her legs.
"Now, bend over honey. I promise, you will like this, but give it
a chance." She lubricated Kelly's asshole and took out a black plug
about four inches long, but narrow at each end. Before Kelly could
protest or react, Beth firmly shoved it cleanly into her ass all the
way. Kelly grunted and stood up quickly. "God, Beth, I didn't expect
that."
"How does it feel?"
"I'm not sure yet, like a big suppository, a little. I'm not much
into anal sex."
"Now sit on this stool and spread your legs."
She picked up a very small metal ring and very carefully slid it
over Kelly's clit area, holding it in place with a small smooth piece
of plastic that was trapped under each side of her pussy lips.
"Did that hurt?"
"No."
"Now ladies, here's what Beth is going to demonstrate for us."
The women next to Heather was rocking and groaning. She looked
over at Heather and a bead of sweat was on her lip. Heather wiped it
away. The woman mouthed thanks and her eyes slowly half closed as a
shudder went through her body.
"The small black dildo I put up Kelly's butt is very talented.
First, it has the ability to turn itself on or off and become a
noiseless vibrator. It's short so she can sit on it without fear of
hurting herself, and a short string with a stopper should it try to go
a wandering. It has a pressure sensor in it that picks up any squeeze
of her ass and sends a radio signal to that little metal ring I placed
on her clit. The ring has a tiny receiver and built in battery and can
generate a very small electric current. You feel it like someone just
gave your clit a gentle little tweak. The rings are available in
different current levels and sizes to match your sensitivity and
anatomy. With a little practice, you can go for a walk around the
block, sit on your sofa, be at a party or do just about anything, and
get off any time you want without anyone being the wiser. When the
battery in either device runs down, we have a special recharger you
set them in and in two hours, you are back in business. Each will run
for about six hours on a charge."
Heather looked and the woman next to her placed her head on her
shoulder. Her back was bending and her breath was coming in sharp
little grunts. The orgasm hit her and with a little cry in Heather's
ear, she trembled and shook.
"Now Kelly, to turn it on, you give it a squeeze. Push like you
are, well, going to the bathroom, but not quite that hard. You get the
idea."
Kelly looked embarrassed, but gave a push and suddenly a look of
surprise crossed her face. "It's humming. God, it's humming." Her ass
moved a little on the stool.
"Now, walk around the room slowly. Notice as she walks that as
her ass muscles clench and unclench in the normal walking motion, her
clit is getting a tickle. I chose a very low current ring, but I think
she can feel it."
"Yes, I can feel it." Her path was a little crooked and she
paused at one point to steady herself, but by the time she got back to
the stool, her face had the dreamy faraway look of someone very hot
and bothered.
"Once turned on, you can get it to respond by simply squeezing
gently with your ass. If you want it off, squeeze real hard. Orgasm
always turns it off, since you clench your ass when you come. How are
you doing? Does it hurt or feel uncomfortable?"
"What? No, No. It feels fantastic. I like it. Oh." A tremor went
through her and Beth said, "For those of you watching, Kelly has
started a cycle building up to an orgasm. Let's watch."
Beth stood to one side and stroked Kelly's hair and arms. Kelly
started to moan and whimper and her ass began to bounce. In seconds,
she slowly rose from the stool and her back bent and she came. Her
belly rolled and the wave spread over her body. Her eyes rolled back
in her head and Beth slowly lowered her back on to the stool.
Kelly came down after a bit and said, "I've never come like that.
Never. That was outstanding."
The woman next to Heather was groaning again. Heather whispered
in her ear, "Having fun?"
"Yes, oh yes. Big fat cocks inside. I'm so hot, I don't want to
stop."
"Don't. Lean on me and come all you want. You are getting me all
hot too."
"Oh."
"I want to touch you."
The woman looked up and whispered, "My nipples, squeeze my
nipples, I like that."
Heather moved one hand around in the dark and slid it up under
the woman's arm and under her top. A little higher and she found the
nipple on the nice round breast.
"Yes, squeeze it. Pull it. Oh, nice. Hot, Ummmm." "I have other
items even more sophisticated than the one that Kelly is demonstrating
so effectively for us right now. As you can see, she has turned the
device back on again."
Kelly was walking around the room and her hips were jerking
slightly as the jolts tickled her.
"You will learn to walk without all the body motion and still get
off with some practice."
Kelly leaned against the wall and came again with a groan.
Heather was stroking the nice tit next to her own and wondered
what Janet was doing. Turning her head, she realized that Janet was
turned slightly away from her and was leaning back on her hands. Her
hips were lifting up and down and Heather realized she and a tall
blonde woman were fucking each other with a long double dong that had
been passed around. Legs intwined, their pussies were pulling on the
dong and shoving it into each other as they worked in concert.
"Are you having any fun?"
Beth was kneeling down by Heather. She noticed that Heather was
stroking the breast of the woman next to her, who was in such heat she
was moaning to herself. Everyone else in the room was also distracted
as they either continued to try her sex toys personally or tried them
on someone else.
"Yes. I get really hot just from little things, so I never really
messed around with stuff like this."
"I have stuff that can get you so hot you want to explode. But I
never get that far. Everyone always begin's screwing around with the
demo models that I can't every show them the rest."
"I'd like to see it. It sounds really neat."
Beth looked over at the woman next to Heather and noticed she was
really getting hot again. She leaned down and began sliding her long
tongue into the woman's ear. Her hand stole down her front and she
rubbed her clit. The woman gasped and came so hard she expelled the
ben-wa balls onto the carpet with an audible thud.
Kelly winked at Heather. "Only way I know of to get them back."
She went around the room and collected the items, helping women to
orgasm if necessary.
People began retrieving their clothes and slowly said goodbye.
The woman who had been next to Heather, Ginger, came back over to
Heather and said good night. She paused and said softly, "I've never
had a woman touch me like that. I liked it."
Heather wrote down her address at the beach house and gave it to
her. "Any time you want to play, ahh, ball and need someone with good
hands, you can use my field." (Ed: Yeah, I know, only a man would say
that, but that's what I wrote at 3AM in Italy.)
Beth came up and said, "Would you really like to see the other
things?"
"Yes, and I expect live demonstrations, too. I don't mind if you
get a little distracted to get off."
Beth grinned. Then she reached inside Heather's top and rubbed
each nipple. They began to erect and tingle. "I'll see you at nine
tomorrow night. That was something to remember me till then."
Heather leaned forward to kiss her and stuck her tongue deep into
her mouth and slowly probed each corner.
"That's to remember me." The cream had its immediate effect and
her nipples were painfully erect in seconds. Beth groaned and rubbed
them again through the fabric of Heather's top. "God, kid, those are
awesome. I hope we can play a little."
The address exchanged, Heather and Janet begged off on Kelly's
offer of an overnight stay, but insisted she come for the demo the
next night. And she accepted.
On the way home, Janet sucked on Heather's now-turgid nipples and
in the house, they ate each other out. In the morning, they slept
late. When Heather awoke, she looked down and her nipples were normal
again. And then she remembered.
Beth was coming. And they stood promptly at attention again.
HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES PART 6 BY "RAMAPO"
The next evening, Beth arrived right on time. Kelly was along,
helping haul in a sizable collection of what appeared to be electronic
equipment. It was piled in the corner and then they greeted each other
and opened a bottle of wine and settled in the living room. There was
a lot of light chatter and another bottle was started.
"Beth, you really can't expect me to believe that you are going
to put that stuff in or on us and we'll think it feels good, do you?"
"Well, actually, the answer to that is yes, but I better explain
a little." "First, I want to tell you that this is a brand new
technology we are going to show you tonight. Some of it was, shall we
say "borrowed" from some research programs and put to a better use. At
least I think it's a better use! I need you both to absolutely promise
me that what we are going to tell you and let you experience will
remain totally secret until and unless I tell you it can be shared.
I'm very, very serious about that. If anybody finds out about this,
many people could go to jail, or worse."
Heather looked at Janet and they both nodded yes. "OK, now for
the good part. You are absolutely not going to believe what all this
stuff does." She was up, setting up boxes, attaching wires. She came
back and sat down.
"It has become possible to record brainwave patterns that are the
result of sexual stimulation. Each person has different patterns, of
course, because we all experience sexual excitement differently, and
this equipment can pick these patterns out of all the other activity
and record it. Later, you can play the recording back and re-
experience the same excitement in your mind any time you want. For
people with limited opportunities and encounters, they can save the
best ones and get off again later. Amoung other things." She sat down
next to Janet and showed her a small black piece of plastic with a
small wire hanging down and a tape to hold it in place.
"There might be a little pin prick on the back of your neck as I
put this in place." She leaned over Janet and lifted her hair off her
neck and placed the cube at the base of her skull. As she did so, her
right breast was hanging right in Janet's face and Janet sucked the
nipple into her mouth right through the fabric.
"Hey!, We'll get to that in a while." She was laughing as she
rubbed Janet's cheek and ear and stood back up. "Now, the first
machine we use has to sort out just what brain waves Janet creates
when she is excited. I'm going to turn it on and let it start
searching. When this light comes on, we need to turn Janet on a bit so
the machine gets a good strong signal and has a pattern to record."
The light changed and both Beth and Kelly sat down next to Janet and
began to lightly stroke her face, hair and neck. In a few moments,
Kelly opened Janet's blouse and began to stoke her tits and belly. Her
hand trailed down between her legs and traveled over her belly and
twat through the fabric. Heather looked at Janet's face and her eyes
were now closed and her mouth open, breathing hard. Her head was
rolling from side to side slowly and she was mouthing sounds, but
nothing was coming out. Kelly kept up the stroking and finally, moved
the blouse completely out of the way and pulled Janet's breast into
her mouth and stroked the hard nipple with her rough tongue.
"Ummm. Jesus, good. Suck me, oh good. Mmmmmm."
A repeated beeping from the machine announced that it had
isolated Janet's sex pattern. Beth pulled back and said "Now, I put
this other chip in the machine and it fine tunes the chip just for
Janet. In that way, it becomes her transmitter and receiver."
Kelly and Janet were, however, ignoring Beth. Janet was gasping
now and Kelly had opened her pants and had her hand on top of Janet's
cunt, stoking the swollen lips. "OK, OK. Listen, not to be a rude
guest, but Janet can get off later. Pay attention." She gently pushed
Kelly back and laughed. Janet was left hanging, her clothing open and
eyes a bit glazed. She was rubbing her own nipples in frustration.
"Now, as long as we are setting this up, let's record Heather." A
similar procedure was followed and this time Beth was very tender and
kissed Heather and stoked her breasts. It didn't take much to get
Heather really turned on and soon she was panting into Beth's mouth
and sucking harder and harder on her tongue. Kelly eased away and as
the machine beeped, she completed preparing the new chip for Heather.
These chips, about the size of a small finger nail and thin, had an
adhesive and were placed on the back of the neck in place of the other
larger chip. Kelly and Beth already had chips of their own and put
them in place up under their hair.
"These small chips are pick up, transmitters and receivers. They
send your sexual brain patterns to this receiver over here. I can
record all activity received unfiltered onto a laser disk. Later you
can play them back and you will experience exactly the same sensations
you felt the first time, even if you are sitting perfectly still and
no one is around. Last night, I put the chip on Kelly and her little
demonstration last night is on this disk." She held up the disk. Kelly
looked surprised. "You told me it was for something special, but I
never dreamed you were up to this. You little sex freak."
"Kelly, now sit back and close your eyes. I'm going to play the
disk for you. Tell us what you feel. Girls, be quiet and watch and
listen."
Beth sat by Heather and put her hand over her shoulder and down
the front of her blouse, a finger lightly resting on the top of her
nipple, not moving her fingers. Her pear-shaped tit pushed into
Heather's shoulder, creating warmth that spread down her arm and up
her neck. The contact instantly excited her. She looked over at Beth
and smiled. Beth stoked her hair and they turned to look over at
Kelly. At first, Kelly just sat. Suddenly, her eyes flew open and she
jerked. "Ungh. Oh, it's up my ass again. I can feel it up my ass! My
butt is trying to suck it in." She looked over in wonderment. "It
feels just like last night. Only better I think. I'm not scared of it
now." She sat and sweat broke out on her lip. "Now I feel you putting
the ring on my clit and locking it into my pussy. Now the butt plug
just just turned on the clit ring! It's humming in my ass and my pussy
is wet. I can feel it deep inside my ass and now my clit just had a
tweak." Kelly was moving her hips and head back and forth. Beth leaned
over and whispered, "Here is where she got off, watch."
Kelly began to grunt and moan loudly, her hips were jumping and
her ass was coming off the sofa and she twitched and jerked. Suddenly,
tremors hit her and she came violently, little squeals coming out
between gasps for air. It was just like last night, only even stronger
for Kelly. Beth reached over and stopped the disk. Kelly slowly
recovered and sat back, slightly dazed. "That was amazing. I just had
a violent orgasm and never touched myself. But I felt the entire
thing."
Beth said, "Now for another secret. You can play someone else's
recording and the machine will translate their wave pattern into yours
and you will feel what they felt. Can you believe it? So if someone
else is into kinky sex and you want to experience it safely, you can
play their recording and have a kinky sex experience. Let me
demonstrate for you." She pushed two buttons and sat opposite Heather
and Janet. "I just told it to back up Beth's disk from last night and
transmit it again to you two. It can send to up to twenty people at
once and record up to ten, each on a separate channel you can play
back by itself." The machine clicked and started forward again.
"Ready?"
Heather sat back and closed her eyes, not sure what to expect. It
could all be an act, after all, Kelly and Beth were obviously friends,
so they could be... a hard dildo suddenly shot up her ass and she
grunted and bucked. Janet too gave a squeal and jumped. Then, there
were strong sensations of her clit being pulled and something cold and
hard being placed around her clit, pinching slightly. Her pussy lips
opened to the invisible fingers and she felt something inserted
gently, then she was release. The dildo stayed in her ass and after
about a minute, it suddenly began to hum in a way that sent waves of
vibrations down through her lower belly and twat. Her cunt was
suddenly soaked as she lubricated.
Heather was moving her ass against the sofa pillow and moaning.
It hummed and she twisted and it hummed and she twisted, trying to
affect the sensation some how. Her clit was suddenly tweaked and she
grunted again. In seconds, her clit was being tweaked every few
seconds and then she could feel an orgasm building. But this was
unlike any orgasm she ever had, because she could feel it start low in
her belly and build until she thought the top of her head would
explode, then it hit and she saw stars. After about a half a minute,
the sensation suddenly reduced and she opened her eyes and found
herself still sitting on the sofa, fully clothed. And hot and
bothered. And her underwear was completely soaked. She stood up and
stepped out of it.
"How did you like Kelly's little orgasm?"
Heather held out her obviously soaked clothing and grinned. "Any
questions?" She looked over at Kelly.
"Little? God, babe, you come like a freight train. My stomach
hurts, I think. I actually saw stars!"
Kelly looked very pleased at the compliment. "Well, what do you
think of this little toy?"
"I'll take two and all the disks you have! How many have you
sold?"
"None, actually. You and Janet are the first people I have shown
this thing to. Well, other than Kelly. It's not actually ready to sell
yet. But it's such an exciting toy that I wanted to share it. In a
month or so they are going to have put all this gear into a small
black box with a couple of buttons that anyone can operate. It took
them a month before I got a handle on how to operate it, the way it
is. The disks will be made on a small recorder and you will be able to
play them back on any laser disk player after you attach a very small
box that does the transmission to your chip. A true come and come
again as you are set up for any home."
"What are you going to do for disks of other people's experiences
to sell them?"
"That is a problem. Right now this thing is so new that we only
have a few disks from the lab, and, frankly, they aren't very
exciting. Actually, " she paused, "I was hoping you and Janet would
help Beth and I make a few interesting disks and start a library."
"God, Heather, you'll be famous." Janet turned eagerly to Beth
and Kelly. "Listen, she is about the horniest bitch I ever met.
Everything turns her on. All you have to do is rub her arm and she can
come. Put her in a strong wind with her boobs hanging out and she'll
come ten times before you can even get a hand on her. She has multiple
orgasms that can go on for over an hour. And they aren't just little
ones, either. She practically has a baby each time one hits her. A
disk of her would put her in the hall of fame." Kelly was looking over
excitedly. "I'd love to multiple orgasm like that. Would you make a
disk for us?"
"Only if you all agree to participate," Heather answered.
Everyone nodded. "If we are going to make a super disk, I have
one other little item we can use." Beth reached in her bag of items
and pulled out a small pill holder. She produced a clear capsule and
dropped it into Heather's wine.
"Let that dissolve for a minute while I tell you what it is. It's
a little cocktail of chemicals that will make you feel like you are
moving in slow motion. If you orgasm and it takes a minute or so, you
feel like it took twenty minutes. You will feel incredibly relaxed and
very sexy. You will have very little control over walking, talking,
etc., so you only use this if you are with people you trust completely
not to hurt you and to take care of you until it wears off. It lasts
about four hours at full effect and then slowly wears down. Ten hours
or so later, you will be back to normal. It has no side effects. One
other thing I discovered by accident. You can completely stop it's
effect in about ten to fifteen minutes by taking a couple of aspirin."
"This will probably blow my mind, but let's go for it. Put a
blank disk in." She drank her wine down and emptied the glass.
Beth said, "We better move into the bedroom before you feel its
effects."
They all moved into the master bedroom and Beth set up the
equipment in a few minutes. Kelly moved over on the bed and slowly
unbuttoned Heather's blouse and also removed Janet's. Janet walked
over and began pulling and pushing at Beth's clothes until they were a
pile on the floor.
"OK, it's recording. Heather how do you feel?" Heather was moving
slowly. Her head moved around toward the sound of Beth's voice and
said, "Fiiiinnnnnnnn..." A smile spread across her face and her eyes
closed.
"She's about as high as she can get. Now, give her a good time
but be careful. She's a sweet girl. And tonight, she's going to come
until her brains fry just a little. I hope." She moved her bag of sex
toys over to the bed and sat down.
They lowered Heather onto her back and pulled her blouse out from
under her. Janet began licking at the very long nipples and they grew
higher and longer. Kelly was undressed and running her hands slowly
over Heather's legs and belly. She unbuttoned Heather's shorts and
eased them down, exposing a black twat and deep bush of hair.
Beth had been excited by Heather from the first moment she had
seen her, but seeing her naked with tits hanging out and twat being
probed had her wet and in need of relief. She reached into her bag and
pulled out a bottle of oil. She guided her hands over Janet's tail and
put some oil over her ass. Producing a butt plug, she began moving it
around and around Janet's butt hole and Janet began pushing back and
gasping. The head eased in and Beth increased the pressure and
suddenly, the four inches of it popped inside, with Janet's ass
clamping down hard and pulling it in till the butt plug was stopped by
the small stopper on the end. The stopper had a finger grip so you
could ease it in and out.
Janet felt the plug start in and her excitement grew. She sucked
harder on Heather's tit and suddenly her ass was full and she groaned.
Beth stroked her swollen twat for a few minutes and then produced
another butt plug for Kelly, who was humping the bed and rubbing her
boobs over the satin sheet. She was sucking on Heather's toes. Heather
had a bit drool coming out the corner of her mouth and was clearly
trembling. A wave of sexual excitement was moving from her lower belly
up to her chest again and again. Beth spread oil and worked it inside
Kelly.
"Honey, this thing is magic. It can squirm around in you like a
wild cock." She touched the switch on it's base and Kelly looked up,
eyes hooded shut and groaned. "Oh, my ass, It's fucking my ass. A
little cock is fucking my ass. Oh, Beth, I'm so hot."
Beth moved between Heather's legs and moved up and down and
dragged her swollen nipples over her legs and the sheets. Her
excitement rose rapidly. She lowered her head and her tongue came out
and she parted the wet cunt lips and began to probe. She was surprised
and wildly excited to find the very long clit inside, now standing up.
Her tongue worked lower and finally found the depths of Heather's
hole. Heather was heavily lubricating and Beth sucked down the juice.
Her tongue probed deeper and deeper. She had had an operation to cut
the fold under her tongue and she could extend it almost six inches.
Almost four inches were up in Heather now and she was bucking off the
bed as it probed in and out. Five inches and Heather was clamping her
legs around Beth's head and then Beth stuck her tongue in as deep as
she could go and began to move the tip around.
Heather orgasmed and her muscles gripped at Beth's tongue,
pulling it deeper inside, dragging it out of Beth to almost eight
inches. She came again, the tongue-cock working around and around and
pulling back, only to be sucked back in from Heather's rolling
orgasms.
Janet moved around and under Beth and began eating her, slowly
moving her tongue in and out of her pussy. Kelly found a very large
butt plug with a feature for mechanical extension and expansion.
Beth's body was shaking and explosive gasps of air were coming from
her nose and into Heather's cunt, pushing her clit up and down. Heather
came again. She was constantly groaning and giving little squeals of
delight.
A warm hand traveled up and down Beth's ass and spread oil,
stopping to probe and stoke her ass. She came very hard against
Janet's mouth. Janet never missed a stroke and kept eating her out and
her excitement continued to build again. The hand on her ass was
replaced with a smooth pressure against her asshole and the pressure
built up and her ass opened and then a dildo was moving up inside her.
Four inches went in and she started to shake as Janet's tongue pulled
on her clit. Heather orgasmed again and continued to pull on Beth's
snake tongue. A finger touched the switch on the dildo in her ass and
it began to move like a demon, slowly expanding and contracting and
extending out to six inches and retreating in a never repeating
pattern. Beth felt the top of her head feel like it would expand and
explode and then came again, seeing stars.
Janet felt a large dildo move into her twat and a pair of hips
and pussy lips press down on her own and she began to fuck back, the
dildo moving in and out, swelling slightly from her hot pussy and the
pressure from above. Kelly was on the other end of the double dong and
rocked in and out, up and down, controlling the speed of the fuck.
After ten minutes, Janet's body was bucking and thrashing back
uncontrollably. Both Kelly and Janet came together, hips and bellies
smacking together.
The three of them fell back from Heather in exhaustion and
realized that Heather was still heavily in heat. They took turns
stoking her and sucking on her breasts, ears, and twat, and she
continued to orgasm. Beth became wildly excited again by the sight of
this stunning girl in such total sexual abandonment and came again as
Janet worked a large dildo in and out of her twat and she sucked on
Heather's nipples, moving from one to the other, leaning over Heather
so her own large breasts were in her face. Heather began to suck on
her nipple and another orgasm started in her pussy and rippled up her
back and neck.
For over two hours they worked on each other and Heather and
finally, amazed at seeing that Heather was still hot and having
orgasms, Beth inserted the electronic butt plug and clit ring and
Heather began to moan louder and waves of pleasure rolled through her
body and orgasm after orgasm ripped through her.
Heather was totally wet with sweat and pussy juice soaked the bed
under her. It was almost four hours since they had started recording
and they couldn't believe that this girl appeared to be going strong.
Beth finally turned the disk machine off and slowly they removed the
plugs and equipment and Heather began to calm down. In five minutes,
she slept. They picked her up and took her to a clean bed, gave her a
sponge bath, then covered her exhausted body. They talked in whispers
as they worked, amazed at the performance they had all given, agreeing
they all had never been so hot in their life.
Beth kissed Heather on the forehead and closed the bedroom door
softly behind her. Heather was dreaming she was in orgasm heaven. Even
as she slept, a stain began between her legs from her moisture. It
truly had been a night she would never forget.
And she was smiling as she slept.
HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES PART 7 BY "RAMAPO"
Heather went back to school four weeks early to take a make up
class. The dorm was empty and her first few evenings, she stayed in,
listened to the radio and read or studied. Bored by the third night,
she went for a stroll and over by another dorm, heard flute music
coming from a window. Stopping to listen for a while, the music
stopped and a voice from above said, "Hi!"
She looked up and saw a face three stories above her looking down
from a window.
"Come on up and join the party!"
It only took a few minutes to climb the stairs and locate the room.
There were three girls in the room. A short, thin girl with long blond
hair was holding a flute and was sipping a glass of wine. A redhead,
in a cutoff T-shirt showing off two nice breasts and cutoff jeans
showing off an even better ass, handed her a cup with some wine in it.
"Welcome to the den of the lonely hearts club. I'm Jean, our
musician is Carol and over on the bed half-juiced is Eileen."
"I'm Heather. Nice music. It sounded great from out on the quad.
Music major?"
"No, just a frustrated child of a music teacher. Hard to get it
completely out of your system."
"What's up?"
"Nothing. We were just sitting here complaining about being all
sexed-up and no boys."
"Well, you don't need boys for everything, you know."
"Afraid none of us have the nerve to try gay sex."
Heather was aware that these three girls were staring at her. "I
mean, we all masturbate, right? So that's a girl making love to a
girl. If a second or third hand were to get in the act, who would
know? Got any more wine?"
So the subject of female love was debated. It turned out all three
of the girls had incidents at some point in life, so the subject
wasn't completely new to them. But none had ever really tried love
making with another girl. The wine was poured again and again.
"So, we'll take a vote. Be it moved that we go to my room, strip
naked in the dark and grope each other. What say you all?: Three timid
hands were raised, along with Heather's. They all staggered to their
feet and, wine in tow, followed Heather over to her room. Door locked,
they each took one more good pull on the wine bottle and Heather
turned off the lights. With the shade pulled, it was very dark in the
room.
Heather peeled off her jeans and her top and stood in the dark.
Jean giggled. Heather suddenly felt the tentative touch of another
hand on her arm and she turned. The hand moved to her breast and
pulled back. Heather reached out slowly into the darkness and found
the hand and pulled it back onto her breast. It moved slowly over her
tit and the nipple began to extend. Another hand moved over her belly
and she could feel her excitement growing. She lubricated and the room
filled with cunt smell. Reaching out, she found a shoulder and moved a
little closer to the other girl. Her hand moved down and found a small
but firm breast with a rock hard nipple. The other hand moved down the
girls belly and traced the cunt hair. She could hear the other girl's
breathing becoming to gasps as her fingers pinched the nipple. Her own
excitement grew and the hand on her belly grew bolder and moved down
into her bush. She leaned forward and whispered into the girl's ear.
"Fuck me with your fingers. I want it so bad. Pull me, fuck me, suck
me. Oh, that's good.. Mmmmmm... Shit,,,, Oh... Put another finger
in... Yessssss... More.. Faster...Oh, honey, yes yes yes Oh! Deeper.
You... Oh. Mmmmm."
Her own fingers were stoking the lips of a soaking wet cunt and she
suddenly slipped her index finger into the girls slit and up to the
second knuckle. The girl bucked and her hips moved to thrust against
the finger. A second, then a third worked in and out and the girl's
knees were going.
Heather pushed her back and she fell backwards onto the bunk.
Heather never hesitated, but lowered her head to the girl's cunt and
began to eat her. She cried out softly, but her hips were thrusting
and she was gasping for air. "Yes... Yess... Ahhhhh... fuck me. Fuck
me. My pussy wants it. Put your tongue in deeper. God. Oh, God. Oh.
Ah. Unh. Unh. Unh." She grunted as a heavy orgasm ripped up her back
and her belly tightened. Heather was so hot and needed to get off. The
girl under her was still moaning and now there was whispering from the
other bunk.
"That's nice. Lick me some more. Ouch, that hurt a little. Please
don't, Oh, Please, please, Ohhhhhh.." The sound tailed off and Heather
could tell someone had just come in the other bunk.
Heather sat on the edge of her bed, softly stoking the side and
breast of the girl next to her. She was still very hot, but the girl
was clearly dazed by the orgasm that had left her limp. A hand touched
her shoulder and she reached out and put her arm around her new
companion. From the smooth swell of the hips and rounded, hard cheeks,
she knew it was Jean, the shapely redhead.
"I never ate a girl before." She whispered into Heather's ear,
followed by a darting tongue. The smell of the other girl's pussy was
still heavy on her lips. "Now I want to suck on one of those great
boobs of yours. It made me so hot to look at your tits in the dorm."
Her tongue was back, tracing her ear and darting quickly inside. She
moved down her neck, tracing the slim line of the throat and down,
down into the cleavage between the two swelling globes. Her mouth
closed over Heather's right nipple and a tremor passed through
Heather. Jean was kneeling in front of Heather, going from one nipple
to the other, sucking, licking and blowing cool air on the swollen,
extended tips. Clearly, Heather's super-long nipples had Jean very
excited and her sucking grew more eager. Heather reached down and
found Jean's nipples and began to squeeze and twist them gently. But
the heat between her legs was growing too strong and her back began to
arch. In spite of her own desire to touch Jean, her attention drifted
and moans were escaping from her lips. "Suck. Mmmmm. Owwwwww. God,
Good. Ungh. God. I'm commmmmmmminnnngggggg." Her hips bucked forward,
almost knocking Jean down. Another blast hit her and she bucked again,
grunting. In a few moments, her breath came back and she gasped for
air. Slowly, she reached out for Jean and pulled her to her feet. In a
fog, she leaned forward and buried her face in Jean's bush, level with
her head and a little higher.
Jean gasped as Heather's tongue found her wet, swollen clit and
began stoking it. Her hands grasped Jean's great ass and pulled her
cheeks apart and ran her fingers up and down Jean's crack.
"Please... don't... I never..." Heather's fingers were pushing and
probing the tender hole. Her tongue was darting deep inside Jean and
then around the swollen lips and back in, pausing to brush her clit
from time to time. Heather could feel the girl's knees giving out just
as Jean had a massive, groaning orgasm, finally pushing Heather onto
her back, with the humping Jean landing on top. It was a delightful
introduction into the alternatives open to horny women in a dorm. A
little later, they all agreed that in spite of feeling a little
uncertain at first about being with other women, they had all enjoyed
it and agreed to meet again some time. Jean was the last one to leave.
She turned and hugged Heather. "I've never had sex like that with
anyone. I feel like I just had the fuck of a lifetime." She kissed
Heather deeply and went out, her ass swinging gently from side to side
in the too-tight cutoffs.
HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES PART 8 BY "RAMAPO"
It was almost a month later when a knock on the door one afternoon
brought Jean back into Heather's life.
"Hi."
"Hi. I thought you forgot where I lived."
"No. Just very busy with studies. Listen, I've got this Aunt who is
kinda the black sheep of the family. You know, into everything,
willing to try just about anything? Well, she called last night and
asked me to stop over to see her this evening and to bring a friend
who, well, is relaxed about things, especially sex. So I thought of
you immediately. I mean, are you relaxed!"
"What has she got in mind?"
"Look, I've been one of her favorite people since I was little, so
it can't be anything that would hurt us. She's just not like that. Who
knows? Interested?"
"Well, it is Friday and I'm done with my studies. Pick me up
later." "Great, see you at eight."
Eight rolled around and they climbed into Jean's car and drove over
to the other side of town to a quiet neighborhood. Parking at the
curb, they went up and rang the bell. Shortly, a very pretty woman in
her late thirties came to the door.
A little on the short side, she was dressed in a sheer top of black
lace and black skirt, floor length. Her shape was outstanding, bust
held up proudly by a black lace shelf bra that let the nipples peek
through. Relaxed about sex, all right. This woman was proud of her
body.
Her gaze was on Heather's chest as she welcomed them. Jean made the
introductions and they went into the front room.
Helen, Jean's aunt, said, "Now girls, first I want to let you know
that tonight is just an evening of fun, girl style. You might get a
kick out of it, or maybe just find it a little strange, but you are
both old enough to be let in on some of the better things in life.
Jean, since you started growing a chest and those great hips and ass,
I've promised myself that if you didn't turn out too constricted by
that mother of yours, I'd take you under my wing and show you some
things. So tonight is your night. And your friend's as well." She
smiled warmly at Heather.
"Well, can you tell us about it?" Jean asked.
"Some of the citizens in life like their little pleasures and are
willing to spend money and time to cultivate them. Well, in this town,
some of the women have build a house of pleasure for women only. I
happen to know a few of these ladies and have done them a few favors
over the years, so tonight, they want to repay me. Anyway, we are
going to a kind of sensual pleasure theater. It will be beautifully
decorated and we will be treated like queens. Each of us will have a
lovely, very personal attendant to take care of our pleasures as the
night goes on. We can eat and drink as much as we like and watch sexy
movies all night. They tell me when the evening is done, we will have
had a completely satisfying and unique time."
"This sounds wonderful! I love being pampered."
"Well, they do a little more than just pamper you. I think you
should both expect a unique sexual experience. Now, before we leave,
there is one thing you both must promise. The location of this place
and the identities of the people who go there are absolute secrets.
You must never tell who you see or where you went."
"We promise."
So, they locked the door and drove for about twenty minutes to the
other side of town to a fashionable neighborhood of older stone-faced
townhouses. They parked and went up to the front door.
They were admitted to a room and their coats taken. A very pretty
woman in a stunning gown that barely covered her large tits and was
slit up the side to above the waist greeted them. Leading the way, she
took them into a room filled with fifteen or so very beautiful women
in their twenties and early thirties. Heather looked around in the dim
light and realized that all of these women were very scantily clad in
see through outfits of all kinds. The woman who had greeted them went
over and talked to three of them and they separated from the crowd and
came over to them.
A very fair blond with a long pigtail down her back, full, heavy
breasts held up on a shelf bra and French-cut panties came up to
Heather and said, "I'm Sue, your pleasure attendant for the evening."
She was looking over Heather's figure and smiled. "I'm sure we're
going to come along just fine this evening. It'll be a true pleasure
for both of us, I'm sure. First, we must get you in some clothes more
suited to the evening ahead of us."
She took Heather's arm and guided her to another room away down the
hall. In the room were racks and racks of clothes. Sue went to the
rack and selected a strapless, black felt floor length gown. "Let me
help you put this on."
She placed the gown on a chair and reached out and started
unbuttoning Heather's blouse. As her fingers moved, they deftly and
gently explored Heather's front, moving into her cleavage, under the
lip of the front of her bra, over her flat belly. A tug and her jeans
were loose and her fingers were running over her ass and down her
legs, guiding the pants off her legs. "You won't need these." Her
panties were off, a finger brushing her cunt lightly and then Sue
stood up and moved very close to Heather, her breasts pushing into
Heather's as she reached around and unsnapped Heather's bra. As she
slowly stepped back, the bra fell and her breasts bounded free,
nipples partially erect from all this fondling. "You look good enough
to eat."
Heather blushed. This girl was getting her hot and they had only
been together for two minutes.
She stepped into the black gown and with Sue's help, it was zipped.
It was a perfect fit, and her breasts were just barely contained by
the bodice. Sue reached inside the gown and slipped two smooth,
elastic loops over her nipples, pushing them on tightly. They were
tight on her nipples, but did not hurt. Heather realized that her
nipples were the only thing holding up the front of her dress. The
downward drag of the weight of the top of the gown steadily pulled on
her nipples, which began to erect. Her nipples were now, clearly
visible just below the edge of the fabric, swollen like thumbs.
Settling the gown on her involved a lot of gently tugging and
smoothing by Sue, her hands moving slowly and surely, touching and
pinching. Heather's nipples extended further and she realized that the
word pleasure to describe this place was probably an understatement.
They stepped out of the room and down the long hall even further to
another lush room. As she moved, the front of the dress gave each
nipple a tweak. Her face flushed and her pussy began to get wet. About
ten women were moving around, each drinking or eating, a personal
attendant at their elbow, a hand on an arm, waist or, even under a
breast, gently tracing it's curve. The women all had dreamy looks on
their faces. Heather wanted to stop and catch her breath, but Sue
guided her around the room from table-to-table and group-to-group.
Each time her nipples began to recede, Sue would move on. The other
women's eyes were hard upon her full chest, swollen and flushed,
nipples extended like proud bows of a ship, trying to push the fabric
away and be free.
Helen and Jean were no where to be seen. Heather had a drink of
some fluid she was handed by Sue and a bit or two of food from a
generous sideboard.
"We must go now, the movies are about to start. We can come back
and eat and drink later."
She was led down the hall and Sue opened a door and they stepped
into a box facing a large movie screen. By the time they got there,
her excitement was causing her trouble walking. The box had a front
and two chairs, one slightly off the side and behind the other. Sue
guided Heather into the front seat. It was unusual in that it had two
curved, cushioned pads for her ass and a raised area in the center,
that forced her legs open as she sat. Her feet were raised up about a
foot on footrests. The seat reclined slightly and in spite of its
unusual shape, was very comfortable. Her head was back on a soft
headrest that curved slightly around her ears. As she looked around,
she realized she could see each of the faces of the other women
entering and sitting in their boxes, but nothing else. The room was
decorated in black velvet.
Sue seated herself behind Heather, but her hands moved over
Heather's arm and up her neck and began stoking her hair and face.
Soon, the hands moved here and there and began exploring her chest,
and after five minutes, reached down and lifted her right breast from
the gown and released and rubbed the nipple, which grew quickly. Sue's
chair was on a track that allowed her to silently slide around behind
Heather and to the other side. It was silent and Heather was surprised
when suddenly another hand freed her left breast and the gown fell
down to her slim waist. Heather, realizing that no one could see her
except for her face, did nothing to move Sue's hands, but relaxed and
felt the lips of her pussy swell and grow wet.
"The movie's starting." Heather was finding it very hard to pay
attention to anything but her tingling chest and wet pussy. Sue's long
finger nails were biting gently into her nipples and Heather was
beginning to groan slightly. "Easy honey, we've got a long evening
just starting and we can't tire you out too soon."
Heather tried to pay attention to the screen as Sue's fingers
backed off and idly traced circles around her nipples and ears.
Heather felt the sexual tension building in her loins.
The movie started and featured a beautiful young woman, left alone
in a big house by her husband. She wandered from room to room and
finally ended up in her bedroom, looking out over a garden. The camera
focused on her face and traveled over her hands as they slowly
unbuttoned the top half of her dress and reached inside. The camera
came back to her face and her eyes fluttered and lowered as she became
excited from the stimulation. Closing in, her nose flared and small
gasps began to be heard. Soft music was playing in the background,
barely perceptible.
Heather, already excited by Sue's feathery touch, felt her cunt get
wetter and wetter and she began to lean into Sue's hand, trying to get
her to push and pull at her tits. Sue would deftly move her hand away,
but then return in some new place to stoke and feather touch the
swollen, eager breasts.
The woman on the screen had her eyes closed now, her mouth slightly
open, tongue darting just behind the wet lips. The camera panned down
and revealed a full breast with nipple erect. A thumb and index finger
were pulling and twisting the nipple, pulling it out and up, over and
over. A gentle groan whispered from the screen and the hand moved down
and began to loosen the last of the buttons. The dress slid off her
shoulders and hung for a second on her full hips, slid to the floor
around her ankles. Her eyes, unfocused, twittered and fluttered as her
hand resumed touching her tender parts. The camera panned down and
focused on her hand, which left the breast and traveled down to the
top of her bush, in circles. Heather's hips were twitching. She found
that the chair prevented her from thrusting forward. Her legs couldn't
go together to rub her clit and her hands were seemingly frozen. She
was having trouble focusing on the screen.
Sue was whispering. "Wouldn't you like her to rub you like that
too? Such a hot cunt, look at the come running down her leg. Can't you
just taste it deep inside your mouth? Sue is going to get you so hot.
So hot. Again and again you are going to come for Sue and beg for
more." Heather was sure of that. She already wanted to come badly. But
Sue was just starting on her, totally in tune with Heather's rising
passion, she would always withdraw her hand just as Heather began to
focus on the feeling, starting again somewhere else.
The woman on the screen was now leaning against the window frame,
head back. The music was becoming stronger, in waves. Heather could
feel the music as deep vibrations between her legs. As the music on
the screen rose and fell, the vibrations followed. Her cunt was now
wide open and pussy juice was steadily pouring out and down her crack
and over her asshole. Her clit, ever so long, stood out almost three
inches and quivered and pulsed as the music vibrations shook her twat.
Each wave took her higher and higher, then dropped her down and left
her panting.
Her mouth was wide open and she was beginning to moan. From
somewhere off in the distance, someone moaned loudly and began to
grunt. Sue's fingers continued to stretch and pull the super long
nipples, lifting and spreading the full, turgid breasts.
The woman on the screen had two of her very long fingers deep
inside her cunt and the back of her hand was wet with come. The camera
focused on her hips from the side as they began to twitch
uncontrollably. The woman was gasping and grunting, her breath
catching and her head turning from side-to-side. The motions of her
hips became more erratic. "Please fuck me. I need to come. Please Sue.
Please.. Ummmm... Oh... Shit, fuck shit oh..." The music vibrations
deepened and swelled, stronger than ever. Heather could feel every
nerve in her body begin to twitch and jerk. Sue gripped her nipples
and pulled them strongly out from her body, twisting the nipples and
pulling them together in front of Heather. Sue's head appeared and
lowered. The woman on the screen came, shaking and jerking. The camera
caught the waves of muscle spasms rolling from her cunt up through her
belly, over and over. As Sue sucked both elongated, swollen nipples
into her hot mouth, Heather felt as though a thousand volts of
electricity flashed through her cunt and she came. The second orgasm
hit her right behind the first and then a third. Sue continued to
suck. The vibrations between her legs grew stronger. Her straining
clit was poking the dress and the friction was causing her to twitch.
The last orgasm shook her and she grew faint, with grunts and gasps.
The waves of pleasure swept her body and her back arched. As it
released her, she passed out.
Sue slowly released the swollen nipples and gently caressed the
beautiful breasts, then pulled the gown back up into place. The
swollen, long nipples were too long to fit, so she put the elastic
loops back in place and propped them over the top of the dress, there
for all to see. This girl was beautiful and very desirable. And had
the best tits she had ever sucked. Sue, always turned on when she
volunteered to be a pleasure attendant, found this girl was making her
very hot. Her turn would come soon enough, she hoped.
As she waited for Heather to become alert enough to walk, she took
her long braid and began to brush it over her own alert nipples, down
her pulsing belly and between her legs in a random pattern. The ends
felt like dozens of feathers on her skin and pussy. Her own hips were
twitching and her eyes were closed when she suddenly realized that
Heather was watching her. A little confused, she blushed and, with
shaking hand, began to help Heather out of the chair. Heather leaned
over and sucked each of Sue's nipples deeply into her mouth and then
bit down gently with her teeth. Sue gasped and put her hand behind
Heather's head and pulled her away.
"That's my job." She whispered.
"And you do it better than anybody who's ever had me. I'm not sure
I can stand up." Sue slipped a hand under her arm and they returned t
o the social room. All of the women were flushed, sweaty and their
eyes were slightly glazed. Heather spotted Jean, who was staring at
her exposed, long nipples. Jean leaned over and whispered, "I just had
a fucking orgasm that almost killed me. This little honey here started
sucking on my tits and then put ice cubes on them and I almost passed
out. God, this place is fantastic."
They both spotted her aunt at the same time and she came over to
them. They were both surprised to see that her dress had dozens of
slits all over it. As she walked, almost her entire body became
visible in flashes. Heather saw that she was full-hipped and had a
dark, black, very bushy cunt, which was glistening from come.
"How are my favorite niece and sexy friend coming?" "I almost shit
a brick I came so hard", she whispered to Jean and Heather, "I love
this place!"
Helen looked admiringly at Jean's body, one partially exposed
breast and nipple sticking out proudly.
Jean asked, "Can we come back sometime?"
"The evening is young. Don't worry about that now. You can come
again as many times as you like."
Helen's attendant put her hand inside the back of her dress and
slid a very wet finger into her ass. She gave a grunt and her eyes
closed. "I can see that Cleo here wants me to come right now, it
seems." Cleo leaned against her and slipped her hand inside the front
of the dress and slipped three fingers inside her wet pussy. As the
fingers in the front and back worked in and out, Jean shook and within
fifteen seconds, came with a grunt, hips bucking. Face flushed and
breathing hard, she smiled at them and whispered, "One of you may have
to drive home. I think Cleo is going to fuck me to death. She is one
hot, sexy bitch, don't you think?" Her eyes got all dreamy and she
drifted away. They both noticed that Cleo's hand never came out from
the rear of Helen's dress. Finger still stroking her asshole and her
pussy beginning to twitch again, Helen was led back to the movie
theater.
The whole time they were talking to Helen, Sue had been rubbing
Heather's ass through the dress and her own asshole was twitching.
Sue whispered in her ear. "I think we need to fit you up for the
next movie." Sliding her hand through a hidden slit at the waist, a
finger moved down Heather's still very slick crack and a finger began
probing against her wet, slippery asshole.
"Yes, I think we better make sure I'm full before we begin." And
smiled at Sue.
The movie room had the heavy smell of hot pussy still filling the
air. Sue helped Heather into the chair and arranged the bottom of her
long dress down and over her feet. The hump in the center seemed to
push up into her still wet and swollen pussy even more than it had
before. She wiggled her hips slightly and sighed. After that last
orgasm, she wondered how she got hot again so quickly. She tried to
see Sue, but after a brief brush of her cheeks and a check to see that
she was comfortable, she seemed to have left her alone for a moment.
The movie screen flickered and soft music began to play in her ears.
She had finally figured out there were speakers in the wrap around
headset by her ears and some sort of vibrator in the seat hooked up to
the sound system to generate very low frequency sounds in sync with
the music. The vibrations were just perfect to set her pussy and clit
on fire.
Her nipples were hard again from the walk down the hall, but Sue
had left them proudly suspending the front of her dress and the
elastic had them captive in a tight, but comfortable grip. As she
breathed, her nipples were pulled down slightly and then they popped
back up, the front of the gown rasping gently against their ends. Each
time, a tingle went down between her legs. She could feel her clit
starting to erect and wetness flowing down her crack. Her mind was
already getting fuzzy.
The movie screen lit up and another scene started. The same woman
as the last movie, in a very sexy, tight outfit, was seen opening the
front door and greeting another very pretty, well built woman who was
obviously a friend. They started a little chit chat in low voices. The
woman's husband had called and would be gone another week. She was
lonely and invited the friend to stay the night. They moved her into a
bedroom and decided to go out for dinner, so they changed and left.
"Heather. This is Sue."
Over the speakers, she could hear Sue talking to her.
"I'm down below your chair a little and you can't see me. I'm going
to touch you and didn't want you to be scared. God, your hot pussy
smells so good. I can almost taste you in the air. Honey, just relax
and enjoy." Sue's feathery touch began to trace circles and gentle
patterns on her lower legs. Slightly startled to have Sue talking to
her, she relaxed and turned her attention to the movie. They were in a
nice restaurant and a couple of guys were trying to pick them up. They
had some drinks and left alone.
Sue was rubbing and stoking a little higher now, up her thighs and
lower legs. She returned to her feet and moved her hands over each
ankle, tightly, and returned to tickling. Heather suddenly realized
that her ankles had just been bound to the footrests and she couldn't
move her legs at all. The foot rests moved a little more apart,
opening her up to Sue, now stoking everything up to her pussy and ass.
She was beginning to lose focus again. The women on the screen
returned to the house and made drinks and sat and talked.
"Hi."
Heather realized that Jean was next to her. Out of the corner of
her eye, she could see the red hair, tossed around the pretty, flushed
face.
"I just needed a rest. Betty, my attendant, just ate me out so good
I was shaking and blacking out. She suggested that I watch the movie
with you for a few minutes. Where's Sue?" "Around somewhere. I don't
know what she's up... to." Her voice was very unsteady.
"I know what's going up you, little Sue's hot wet tongue. Jean
can't hear me. Pretend everything is normal. God, what a gorgeous
clit. When he made you, he gave it all to you." Sue was talking again.
The center of the seat Heather was on slowly dropped away, leaving
her sitting on two very shape-fitting pads that held each cheek,
leaving her pussy and asshole completely exposed to Sue below. Her
long dress completely hid Sue as she now began to trace her crack.
Heather was beginning to breath very heavily and Jean began to
study her face and heaving chest.
"You are getting hot watching the movie. Heather, you look so ready
to be fucked." She looked around and couldn't see anything, and
watched the screen and then Heather. Heather started to groan very
slightly. Sue was now licking her ass and crack, probing her asshole
and stopping just short of going up her.
"Boy, this movie is really getting to you."
"Uh, yes. I guess it is. Unnnnnn." She was beginning to loose
control. Sue was probing with the tip of her tongue and sliding a
finger up and down the lips of her pussy. Janet reached around and
cradled a breast, stoking it and pulling it sideways. The elastic
stretched and pulled the nipple the other way. Heather gasped. Jean's
tongue explored her neck she sat back down.
The women on the screen had changed for bed into very sexy nighties
that barely covered anything. They were chatting about college.
"What are you doing for sex while Bob is away?"
"I masturbate a lot. It helps, but I'm always horny anyway."
"I know. In college you used to get off at night and I'd lay awake
and watch you and get so damn hot."
"I never knew you watched. I'm not shy, why didn't you let me know
you wanted to watch. I always thought a lot about trying sex with you,
but were afraid you'd think I was weird and stop being my friend."
"I never would have been able to tell you that then. Too inhibited,
I guess."
"I want to masturbate for you now. Let's make up for all those
horny nights so long ago."
They kissed and she began to rub her titties.
The other woman stood up and peeled off her nightie and sat down
with her titties hanging in the other woman's face. "So you can see
how hot I get watching you."
The woman leaned forward and sucked each boob, then returned to
rubbing her own. Her eyes were already closing. Her nipples were hard
and she pushed her top off and sucked on the other woman's tits some
more. Both were breathing hard.
Heather was grunting. "Ungh. Ungh. Ungh." It was a low whisper of a
grunt. Sweat was beading on her forehead and upper lip. Jean was
stoking and pulling on her breasts, the dress now back down around her
waist. Sue was licking up the cunt juice pouring from her as it
trickled over her asshole, then stopped to push and probe with her
tongue each time. She replaced that with rubbing a dildo with a soft
end like a small plum. Soon, she pushed and it popped inside. Heather
jerked and moaned. Every so slowly, the dildo was worked in and out
and finally, her ass sucked it in, six inches long. The butt plug
stopped it and Sue was pulling gently on the finger ring, her ass
trying to keep it inside. The battle went on.
"I told you we'd fill you up. Your ass is so pretty. I love fucking
it." The whispers were in her ears. "Now I'm going to eat you honey.
Try not to let Jean know. I'm leaving the mike on so you can hear me.
Ummmmmm. " A tongue washed over her pussy lips and Sue sucked and
pulled her pussy. The women in the movie were sitting apart, one deep
into the throws of the buildup to an orgasm, the other watching, her
face flushed and her tits swollen and turgid. The woman began to moan
and whimper, crying out as the passion lifted her higher and higher.
Jean's crotch was soaked and Heather kept getting hotter and
hotter. She sucked on her tits and kept pinching and pulling them.
Every sucking and wet sound Sue's mouth made on her pussy as she ate
her with abandon that played into her ears. Heather's eyes closed. Sue
felt Heather go rigid and plunged her tongue in a full four inches and
whipped it around.
The woman on the screen cried out and began pumping her hips
uncontrollably, her hand stoking her clit. Her friend was gasping for
air as her own passion began to build with the smell and sight of this
coming woman right in front of her, only inches away.
Heather came in a violent wave, then came again. Sue kept sucking
and in minutes she came again. Jean groaned as her friend trembled
over and over and groaned and whispered. "Shit, oh, I'm commmmm... Oh,
Oh, more, more, it's... Shit, My clit. Suck, shit. Unnnnnn.
UNNNNNNNNnn. Unggggggg..." Jean came, her hand stealing to her crotch.
A single touch and she exploded inside. The booth was awash in cum as
they groaned and moaned. Sue gave Heather one more orgasm by pulling
her clit into her mouth and lashing it with her tongue. Then, began
gently bringing her back down, stoking her legs and ass. Releasing her
ankles, she came back up into the booth.
After Jean calmed down, she whispered to Heather "I never saw
anybody get that horny from a porn movie. You are the best. They
kissed and Jean left to return to her own booth. Funny, in spite of
all this very active sex, she never felt more rested or energetic in
her life.
Sue helped Heather up and Heather realized she still had the dildo
up her ass. Dress in place, they faced each other and Heather deeply
kissed Sue, rubbing her nipples and reaching down and stoking her
cunt. Sue needed relief, but Heather stopped and led the way down the
hall. Dress pulling on her now-tender nipples and ass full of dildo.
By the time she reached the meeting room again, she could feel herself
getting hot again. Her hair was wild around her face and she felt like
a wanton, sexed-up bitch. Sue caught up and began tugging on the dildo
as they walked. God, if she kept that up, she'd come right in front of
everyone. Sue thought to herself, of course, that's the idea.
HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES PART 9 BY "RAMAPO"
In the restroom, they all had drinks. Sue gave her another drink of
the bitter potion she had had earlier, then washed it down with orange
juice. In a few minutes she began to feel her energy returning. Sue
was very hot, but restrained herself from letting Heather reciprocate
here in the room. She gently touched and patted Heather, occasionally
touching the dildo in her ass and giving it a tweak or two. Once, she
pulled it out over an inch and let it go. Heather, jerked and her ass
tightened as she pulled it back inside. Sue led her over to a side
room and closed the door. Lifting Heather's dress, she produced
another fat, short dildo and a waist chain and as Heather opened her
legs, slid it into her very wet cunt and attached the waist chain,
pulling a third chain down through and attaching it to the asshole
finger ring and the pussy dildo. Lowering her dress, she instructed
Heather to walk around the room. As she did, the swing of her hips
pulled at the dildos, pulling them out slightly, then pushing and
popping them back in a rotating circle. In seconds, she could feel
herself get even hotter.
Sue led her back into the room and slowly walked her around the
room. The dildos were pushing in and out and going round in rhythm and
different directions, giving every nerve in her ass and pussy almost
constant strokes. Heather began to groan and tremble. Her eyes were
blurred from the strong emotions rippling through her ass and pussy.
She tried to stop walking, but Sue guided her on, stoking her ass and
side. Hot come was flowing down her legs under the long dress as she
lubricated uncontrollably. "Sue, I'm going to come right here in front
of all these people. Please let me stop. Oh, God. Unnnnn. Ungh. Mmmmm.
Ownnnnn." She was about to go over the edge when another woman came
over and began talking. Sue was forced to let Heather stop walking.
Heather's eyes were glazed over and her breathing was coming in short
gasps.
The other woman was still talking. "Heather? It is Heather, isn't
it?"
Heather's head began to clear and the voice began to come through.
It sounded familiar. As her vision cleared and focused, she realized
the woman in front of her was her art professor, Traci Henderson, from
the college. She suddenly felt embarrassed and nervous. She was
standing in front of one of her favorite people with her chest hanging
out, dildos up her ass and twat, hotter than shit and struggling to
keep from passing out from the sexual tension.
"I didn't realize that students knew about this, well, this place."
"We, I mean, I didn't. A friend of mine had an invitation and she
invited me too. I've come to see why it's kept such a great secret.
Are you a member?"
Now the professor looked nervous and hesitated. "I wouldn't want
anyone to know this, you understand, but yes. I joined several years
ago. I can't afford to come often. Pardon my pun! I meant come here
often. I guess that's an oxymoron as well!"
"Well, I'll never get a chance again, I'm sure, but I'm having such
a fantastic time, I'll never forget this night, I'm sure Sue will make
sure of that."
"Come along," said Sue.
Sue had begun to move her along and the dildos began to work their
magic again. In just a few steps she began to find it hard to
concentrate on what Traci was saying. Traci was looking at her and
from the trembles rippling through her, realized that she was very hot
and about to come. She slipped one hand under her other arm and helped
Sue support her.
She'd dreamed about sucking her wonderful boobs and pussy. "Let me
help you." Traci whispered in her ear. She barely heard her, her head
was spinning as her cunt and ass took control of her.
Heather gave a deep grunt and stumbled as she came. Her knees
buckled under her and only Traci and Sue kept her from falling. She
shook and moaned. Traci found a way to fondle a breast as they held
her. It was as firm and desirable as her dreams had inspired her to
believe. Teaching with this girl in the front row each class was a
major effort of self-control. More than once she had to change her
panties after class as she got hot and lubricated.
Sue said, "Another movie is going to start, we have to come along
now." Traci removed her grip reluctantly and watched Heather walk away
slowly, Sue in attendance. Heather looked back and gave her a shaky
grin, her hips already causing her pussy and ass to pump and twitch as
they rounded the corner out of sight. Traci's attendant took her arm
and they went off in the other direction. She triggered the vibrator
strapped to Traci's cunt and clit and before they reached the other
side of the room Traci came. Recovering and gaining her senses, she
slipped a deft finger up her assistants ass and they left the room,
hips bumping and twats soaked with come.
They returned to the booth and Sue carefully removed the dildos
from Heather, who had come again in the hallway. Heather faced Sue
and, very gently, removed her bra and panties. She kissed her very
gently on the lips and began kissing her and rubbing her tits and
side. Sue was shaking, hot with desire. Heather worked each nipple and
finally, began sucking on each one, pulling it gently into her mouth
and running her tongue around it. They were hard as bullets now and
Sue was close to coming. Heather lowered herself onto her knees and,
kissing her way down her belly and to the top of her bush, began to
run her tongue into the top of her twat and giving her clit a probe
and lick. Sue cried out, gasping each time Heather did this. Her head
was back and her back arched and she came. Heather held her pussy
against her mouth and continued to suck and probe. Sue groaned and
orgasmed again.
"Suck me honey. Gooooooood. Oh. Gooooood. Mmmmmmm. Unnnnn. Unnnnnn.
UNNNNNNN. Ungh Ungh Ungh." She was coming again. An entire night of
servicing Heather's hot pussy, ass, and tits had worked her up hotter
than anything she had every experienced.
Heather finally guided her to a larger overstuffed chair that had
been placed in the compartment, and they stretched out in it,
intertwining their legs, chests pressed together, heads together. They
stoked each other as the movie played, coming from time to time as the
stoking became more intense.
When morning came, they returned to the social room and Heather was
able to dress to leave. She gave Sue her address and, against the
rules, Sue gave her her's. And with a final, deep kiss for Sue,
Heather, Helen and Jean left in the early dawn. Back at the dorm,
Heather collapsed and slept twenty four hours. She dreamed about Sue.
(To Be Continued...)
_________________________________________________________HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES PART 10 BY "RAMAPO"
It was three weeks into the school year and the abnormal heat wave
was continuing. Heather was taking art again as the last subject of
the day, long after her other classes were over. It became clear from
the first day of the semester that Traci, her professor, the was
trying to get her attention. Heather had made it a point to sit in the
first row.
Traci was starting to wear very sexy clothes to class. Low cut
blouses and short skirts to show off her very long, tapered legs and
nice ankles. Her chest was full and was the billowy type that
shimmered as she walked, each boob taking on a life of its own as she
moved. Heather noticed that from time to time Traci would walk around
with a bounce in her step that was a little more than absolutely
necessary, particularly right in front of her seat. She would cast
sideways glances at Heather to see if she was looking, which of course
she was.
Heather did in fact find Traci very attractive and a turn-on, but
was unsure how to proceed, given this was her professor. Finally, she
decided that if Traci was going to tease her with a tits and ass show
each day, she could play the game as well. She'd see just how hot she
could get Traci and try to force her to make the first move.
The next day, having planned her approach, she wore a very short
black leather skirt and a very shear pullover top that just barely
covered her uplifted boobs. Over that, she pulled a blouse. In art
class, she unbuttoned the front of the blouse, but kept it closed.
Traci arrived in her hottest outfit yet. It was a shear white silk
blouse that bordered on being transparent except for two strategic
pockets that were mostly failing in their attempt to cover her ample
chest. Her dark nipples were still faintly visible. She had on jeans
that were skin tight, sat low on her hips and were creased deeply into
her crotch. The boys in the class were whispering amongst themselves
even more than usual.
Heather, as usual, found Traci's bouncing breasts turning her on
as Traci walked around getting ready to lecture. Finally, she came up
to the podium in front of Heather, gave her a warm smile and started
class. About ten minutes into the class, Heather casually pulled her
blouse back to reveal to Traci her own wonderful, firm tits, swelling
against the straining fabric, separated and surging out, offering
themselves to Traci. Moments later, looking up from her notes, Traci
caught sight of the straining tits only four feet from her. Her heart
skipped a beat and she lost her place in the lecture and fumbled
around for her notes. Memories of how that wonderful tit had felt in
her hand a few weeks ago during that chance encounter came flooding
back. Heather leaned forward to block the class's view and began to
trace her finger round and round her nipples. Soon, they were swelling
and sticking up. Traci, trying to keep her composure, began to talk a
little faster and her voice went up slightly in pitch.
Soon, Heather had both tits standing up like miniature mountains
and she leaned back and took a slow deep breath. They seemed to open
up and reach out to Traci, who was in deeper trouble now, constantly
loosing her place and having to repeat herself. Heather continued to
pretend she was taking notes and hanging on every word. Traci had a
line of sweat standing on her lip and her hand was shaking slightly as
she continued to lecture. Try as she might, her eyes kept coming back
to Heather's chest like a magnet. She suddenly realized that her own
nipples were very tight, and glancing down, saw that they were
sticking out like thumbs, dark and now very visibly tenting through
the sheer blouse. Her pussy was also swelling in response to her
growing arousal and even the slightest movement in her jeans was now
rubbing her turgid clit, sending waves of heat through her belly and
electric shocks up her spine. She was shifting from one foot to the
other, her clit responding with waves of pleasure. Boys in the back of
the class were staring now at her chest, their own cocks beginning to
strain in their jeans. Concentration on book art in the class was
going down rapidly, that was for sure. The other girls in the class
could sense something was going on, but didn't know what. It was clear
that the teacher was really putting on a real show up front. Heather
continued to casually tease her nipples when no one was looking,
arousing herself mightily in the process. The minutes ticked away and
the class stumbled from one artist to another with Traci starting and
stopping.
About one minute from the end of the class, Heather leaned back in
the chair, slid down slowly to the end of the seat, and, with Traci
now staring, slowly opened her legs. Her skirt had slid all the way up
to the top of her thighs. As her legs separated, the fact that she
wasn't wearing underwear became instantly visible. Her own swollen
twat separated and the lips opened out like the petals of a flower,
offering her juicy wet pussy to Traci. Her clit, swollen magnificently
to over two inches, lifted into full view like a young boys cock and
stood proudly, twitching as sensual shocks traveled back and forth up
Heather's spine.
Traci looked down at Heather's cunt, opened to her and began to
stammer and babble, her concentration finally totally blown. Her notes
were a blur to her and she just stopped talking and stood trying to
shuffle her notes and regain control of her swimming senses. The bell
sounded and the students packed up and left, looking wonderingly at
each other and shaking their heads. Heather quickly pulled her blouse
together and stood up, books held strategically in front of her. As
she walked by Traci, she gave her a warm smile, a wink, and bounced
out of the room. Traci stood rooted as though transfixed. Moments
after Heather left, and still planted at the lectern in the now empty
classroom, she continued shifting from one leg to another with her
clit on fire. Her belly tightened and her breath caught in a grunt and
she came, head down, nostrils flared, hands gripping the edges of the
lectern, eyes closed. Hips jerking spasmodically to the waves of lust
pulsing through her, she came twice more in rapid succession, her
crotch turning dark with come as it poured from her, as it always did.
It was another ten minutes before she gathered herself together well
enough to pick up the scattered papers and walk back to her office.
Heather headed for the nearest girls' room and let herself into a
stall. She got herself off twice in seconds. Yes, two could play this
game. The only question was, who was winning?
Heather only teased Traci once or twice after that. Heather was
always able to get the upper hand and once Traci had to end the class
early to hide her arousal. The effect was that Traci rarely wore super
revealing clothes to class anymore and things settled down to a uneasy
truce. But Traci never made the move Heather hoped for.
In the Fall, Heather came into the upstairs art studio late one
Saturday to work on a painting. Traci wandered in and, spotting
Heather working, came over. There was tension between them, but Traci
did nothing overt. Heather ran out of paint and Traci volunteered that
she had some more in the center drawer of her desk and Heather should
help herself. The other students had packed and left by now as Heather
went up and reached over and opened the drawer. Spotting a tube of
paint, she stretched over to get it, but it slipped out of her grip
and bounced under the desk too far for her to reach. She went around
and found the paint had gone all the way to the very front of the
desk, which was an old wooden one and was solid to the floor on the
front and sides. Heather got on her hands and knees and went under the
desk to get the paint.
At the precise moment Heather ducked under the desk, Traci had
come over and went around to see what was going on. Just then, the
head professor of the art department came in with a tall stack of
folders under his arm. A crotchety man, not very attractive, Traci was
terrified of him. He twice had suggested she was entirely too casual
in her relationships with her students, wore suggestive clothing, but
had stopped short of actually suggesting she had affairs with them.
She didn't know if her actually had any evidence about the affairs,
but she HAD been dressing very erotically all semester. As he had
great power within the faculty, she didn't dare do anything overt to
antagonize him and force the question into the open.
In a split instant, Traci feared that if Heather came out from
under the desk, the professor would have what he thought were the
goods on her. Traci pulled up her chair and slid up to the desk,
trapping Heather underneath. In the suddenly dim light, Heather could
hear the professor's voice and sized up the situation quickly.
He was saying they were going to have to go over all these folders
and no, they couldn't do it later. It had been put off too many times.
Heather, realizing they might be hours, noiselessly twisted herself
into an Indian squat, facing Traci, head down slightly.
There, she was facing directly into Traci's twat, totally exposed
to her because Traci had slid in with her legs open to allow room for
Heather, and now, couldn't possibly close them again. In addition,
Traci had pulled herself up tight to the desk to block any possible
view the old man might have underneath. She could feel Heather's
breath on her thighs and, in spite of her instinctive fear of
exposure, found her pussy tingling.
It was almost ten minutes before Heather finally succumbed to
temptation and the warm smell of a hot pussy and began to slowly stoke
Traci's legs with her fingers. Traci began to panic at the thought of
this young girl playing with her lower parts while the professor was
at the desk, but could think of no way to stop it without exposing
herself to his wrath. She steeled herself and tried to concentrate on
what he was saying.
Heather could smell the rising spunk of Traci's hot, wet pussy and
realized that Traci had no underwear on and she could see right up her
short skirt. A wet, swollen pussy with a mass of dark hair was hiding
up there, waiting for her tongue. Heather set about inching up Traci's
skirt so she could have access. Traci tried every way she could to
stop Heather, but slowly the skirt was moved up and her pussy more and
more exposed. Traci was beginning to feel more aroused and could feel
herself beginning to lubricate copiously from the feel of Heather's
hands and her cool breath on her cunt. She slid up to the desk even
tighter to be sure the professor couldn't see, which made Heather's
task even easier. This had the additional effect of placing her full
billowy breasts out and on top of the desk and gapping her blouse
further open to reveal a startling amount of cleavage. The top button
strained to contain the weight. In her hopes to attract Heather, Traci
had unbuttoned even more of her top buttons than usual to expose her
chest in a peekaboo style. Now, her chest was pushing the cloth to one
side. Only the merest sliver of fabric now covered her nipples.
The professor, never having approved of her dress style, never-the-
less had to admit the woman had a very sexy shape, far better than any
woman he had been with. As he put down a folder they just finished
with, his eye caught sight of her boobs, straining out to him, just
inches away from his finger tips and his pulse quickened. What could
this woman be thinking? Surely, she knew he had tried to have her
censured for her inappropriate dress. But, he said nothing and picked
up another folder. He would ignore this breech of decent standards and
demonstrate appropriate behavior. Traci was unaware of her now exposed
boobs, being totally distracted to events below the desk. Heather
inched forward slightly and began licking and biting on Traci's inner
thighs. She slowly worked her way up each leg, alternating, until she
was just a fraction of an inch from this wonderful, swollen pussy, now
very wet, just waiting to be eaten. Traci braced herself for the next
step, a hot tongue on her clit, but instead, Heather worked her way
downward again. Soon she started back up and Traci found her arousal
beginning to grow in leaps and bounds. In response, her boobs were
swelling and the nipples hardening and extending. This was putting
even more strain on the flimsy fabric and a button gave way gently,
one nipple partially exposed itself. The professor was now all too
aware that the woman sitting opposite was in an increasingly aroused
state, her breathing becoming shallow and irregular. Her chest was
flushed and her nostrils were flaring, eyes half closed and a dreamy
look kept crossing her face. Then, he spotted the exposed nipple and
his semi-erection became even harder, pulsing as it slid down his pant
leg, past the end of his boxer shorts. It was oozing drops of thin
lubrication down his leg, but he didn't notice.
Traci gradually realized through her growing lust that the
professor had stopped speaking and was staring at her.
"Is...some..thing...wrong?" She found she had trouble putting the
words together. Heather was within a half inch of her cunt and her
breath was hot on her wet pussy lips again. If that girl didn't stick
her tongue up her soon... A shiver went up her spine and her breasts
rippled and jiggled.
The professor found it hard to tear his eyes away from her.
Finally, making a mighty effort to rise above it all, he said, "No.
Let us continue. Are you feeling all right?" "I've never... felt...
more aware... of... how... nnn... I... feeeel... in... a... very...
long... time." She ended in a gasp and her eyes half closed again. A
look of sheer lust crossed her face.
Heather was slowly licking the cunt lips, up and down, licking up
the copious fluid flowing now from Traci's well. Traci's lower half
was developing a life of it's own, twitching and pumping in reaction
to the nerves being set on fire between her legs. Tremors were racing
up and down her spine. She was leaning forward even harder against the
desk, trying to control her body movements. The only real effect was
that both of her breasts were now completely exposed, nipples swollen
and erect, pulsing erratically in rhythm to the pulses flying up and
down her backbone. The professor was now fully aroused from all the
action. The smell of this woman in heat filled the room and the heat
in his groins swelled to the point almost of pain. In spite of his
attempt to stay detached, a hand strayed down to rub his erection.
This had to end, but he didn't know how. The woman was clearly very
hot and getting hotter, but had made no sign to him that he was in any
way to be involved. She apparently was having some sort of sexual
spell and was completely aroused. His own lust was answering her's.
Traci was being whip-sawed as Heather's tongue continued to trace
the swollen fullness of her pussy. Heather was hot herself and soon
began probing with her tongue deep into Traci's hole while a hand down
her jeans found her own swollen clit.
"Unnnnnnnnn.....", Traci tried to make sense.
"What did you say?"
"I. I... said ....Nnnnnnnnn. NMMMMMMM...", she felt herself ooze
into the tunnel of sensations that meant she would pop out the other
side in orgasm. Unlike a man, there was no way to pinch off the flow
and block it. The professor's hand stayed in place and picked up
speed.
Traci could feel her back beginning to stiffen. Her breasts were
shimmering and shaking as the muscles in her body trembled and shook.
Her breasts lifted clear of the desk and separated, offering
themselves out to him, waves of jiggles bouncing them around as her
body shook and trembled.
Heather had no where to move, but her pussy was soaked and on
fire. She could feel the orgasm building in her cunt as her clit shot
sparks to her brain each time she stroked it. She got two fingers
inside and began to pump her twat. Her own body wanted to release, but
she fought it. Traci knew she was going to come and Traci gave up the
fight as Heather's tongue hit every nerve that counted and Traci
stiffened as the moment arrived in a rush. Her flat stomach rippled as
she went out of control.
Her eyes were shut, mouth open, head now back, hands gripping the
edge of the desk. His eyes moving between the bouncing tits and the
lustful look on her face, the professor's hand moved faster and
faster, his cock feeling like it would explode from the tension.
Her lower half was now rigid and then it hit her, rolling from
deep inside, pumping wetness out onto Heather's waiting tongue, rolls
of passion flowing up her belly and bouncing her tits in a wild
pattern. "Ughnnnnnnn. Gunnnnn. Gggnnnnn." She grunted and moaned
softly, completely unaware she was making noises. Under the table, the
cunt spasm that grabbed Heather's tongue set off her own orgasm and
she shook and moaned very quietly into Traci's cunt, which blocked the
noise.
His rock hard, straining cock could take no more and it exploded
down his leg, again and again. The professor was shaking and
trembling, his hand still stroking the pumping cock, eyes fully on
this totally sensual, exposed woman. He himself had never been so hot
in all his life. Heather's tongue worked even harder and before Traci
could come down from the first orgasm, she was thrown into another,
even stronger than the first.
"Goooooddddddd. Ung. Ung. MMMMNNNNNNn...", she was sweating and
shaking, her ass bouncing on the seat, thrusting into Heather's mouth.
The professor calmed down and was shocked to find he had just jerked
off in front of this still-climaxing woman and was now in an unseemly
state, with his pants stained dark with running come. The woman was
still in an eyes-closed trance of lust, shaking and moaning,
apparently having one orgasm after another. Seeing his chance, he
quickly picked up his papers, held them in front of his now limp cock
and large wet stain, and departed as quickly as he could.
Traci was unaware he left, being deep into a third orgasm that hit
her, moving up her spine and exploding deep in the base of her brain.
She groaned loudly, stopped breathing, and then, passed out. Hearing
the professor depart, Heather finally stopped and managed to push the
chair back slightly on the tile floor and crawl out. The professor was
no where to be seen and Traci was sprawled in her chair, her chest out
and hanging down below the desk, blouse open, unconscious. Heather
straightened Traci up, sucking hard on each nipple, then buttoning her
blouse and pulling her skirt down. The bottom of the skirt was a pool
of pussy juice. She lowered Traci gently onto the desk on folded arms,
picked up her things and left the classroom.
Traci awoke shortly and tried to figure out what had happened.
Heather was gone and there was no sign of the professor. She could
only fear the worst. How could she have let this happen? She departed
knowing she must have lost her job, but in the next few days, the
professor's attitude toward her had apparently totally changed and she
found she now had a strong ally in the department, exactly the
opposite reaction she expected from him based on her behavior. And she
still hadn't found a safe way to seduce and bed Heather. The hot
little bitch had now made her come in her class and then taken
advantage of the situation to eat her out right at her desk right
under the eyes of the department chairman. More than ever, she was
determined to fuck her before the end of the semester. Every time she
day dreamed about Heather, her nipples hardened and she heavily
lubricated. Now a hot, wanton woman, she went from day to day
conspiring to fuck her. Her turn had to come soon.
HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES PART 11 BY "RAMAPO"
Jean came by a week later and they chatted for a while and went to
a movie. At the end of the evening, she finally broached the subject
she had really come over to talk about. "Listen, my younger sister
Betty is here at the college this year, a freshman. She's pledging one
of the sororities and they have to go through hell night in a week.
It's one of those things they do to scare and embarrass them. In this
case, they are a pretty straight house, but hire a bunch of local
lesbian housewives to come in for the evening and, well, they
blindfold the girls in motel rooms and these women come in and make
love to them. Most of the time the girls are OK afterwards and
everyone has a good laugh, but as far as I know, my sister is pretty
straight and I think it's going to freak her out. I thought, maybe we
could take some of the shock out of it if you were to, well, take her
out and show her it's not so bad and make her more at ease about it."
"Well, I can at least meet her and see if she wants to talk about
it. She could always not pledge the place."
"She feels she has to go through with it or Mom would be mad at
her."
Two nights later, Traci waited in the student union and soon
spotted Betty looking around for her. She waved and Betty headed over
toward her table. Betty was a blond and very pretty. In spite of being
in jeans and a sweatshirt, it was obvious she was at least as well
built as her sister, with even bigger tits and just as tight an ass.
They introduced themselves and chatted about school for a while.
"My sister said you might be able to give me some tips to help me
get through hell night."
"Well, it depends. What is it that bothers you about it." "I heard.
Well, I heard that they do perverted things and make you feel like you
want to die afterwards. I'm not sure I want to do this."
"Well, I think it all depends on what you consider perverted, I
guess. Why don't we go somewhere else more private and talk."
"O.K."
They went over to an apartment rented by a friend of Heather's,
who had gone out for the night. Heather opened a bottle of wine,
poured two glasses and handed one to Betty.
Betty got right to the point. "I've never had another woman
touching me, you know, I mean sexually. I just never did anything like
that before. I'm not sure how I'd react to someone, I mean a woman,
doing well things like that to me."
"Have you ever touched another woman in a sexual way?" "No,
never. I mean, Several of my girl friends have fooled around a little
at sleep overs, but I never got involved." She drained her glass and
poured another one.
Heather said. "If you want to go through hell night, you have to
be at ease with being touched a little."
"I don't know what to do. I just don't think women are supposed to
be like that with each other."
"Look, I think I know a way to get you more at ease. Do you trust
me?"
"I think so. I mean, I don't think you'd hurt me. My sister said
she considered you very close and I respect her opinion of people."
Heather started going around the room, turning off the lights.
Finally, she turned off the last one. It was very dim in the room, but
she could see Betty sitting on the side of the sofa. She came over and
sat next to her.
"I want you to undress me."
"What?"
"Take my clothes off. It'll help you be at more at ease." Betty
hesitated, but finally, fortified a bit by the wine, she put her glass
down and started to unbutton Heather's blouse. She eased it out of
Heather's jeans and slid it down off her shoulder and off her arms.
Heather had on a blue lace teddy and her big tits were straining at
the top. Betty was a bit surprised at the large tits in front of her
and even more surprised at her sudden arousal from seeing them, but
tore her eyes away.
Her jeans came next and Heather stood up to help her, her flat
stomach and pussy right in Betty's face as she worked at the snap and
zipper. Easing them off her hips, she slid them down to the floor. She
hesitated.
"Now the teddy." Heather whispered.
Betty slowly reached in between Heather's legs and found the snap.
The heat from Heather's pussy was hot on her fingers as she fumbled
and released the bottom of the teddy. Standing up, she eased the
straps off Heathers shoulders, then, her hands shaking a little, slid
her fingers alongside Heathers breasts and pulled them free. Now she
really stared. They were almost as big as her own, but rode even
higher on her smaller frame, making them seem even larger. They had
large, swollen nipples, uplifted on the ends. Her face flushed, but
she eased the teddy down off Heather and then she was naked. Now they
stood, Betty finding it hard to take her eyes off Heather's tits.
"You have a great shape."
"You mean I have great tits and you wonder what it'd be like to
touch them."
"I don't..." It was true, she did want to touch them, and felt
very confused.
"Yes you do. It's perfectly OK. I don't mind. Play all you want. I
think it's healthy to like someone else to think you're sexy and want
to play with your body. My tits just love being rubbed and I do it to
myself all the time. Don't you?"
Betty bit her lip as she tentatively reached out and ran a finger
over the swell of Heather's right breast. It was as firm as it looked.
When she reached the nipple, Heather sighed and Betty looked up.
Heather's eyes were closed and she had a dreamy look on her face.
Betty began running her fingers and then her palm over the wonderful
breasts. Heather's breathing was getting ragged. Betty was surprised
to find herself even more turned on. Finally she stopped and Heather
opened her eyes.
"Now it's my turn."
Betty trembled, but did not stop Heather as a finger began tracing
the heavy fullness of each breast through the fabric, finally circling
each nipple until it began to tighten and stand up. Betty's breathing
began to tighten. Heather said, "Now, let's get rid of the
sweatshirt." She reached down and peeled it off over her head, then
sat back down. Her fingers now traced the same curves on the bare skin
and Betty felt her chest beginning to tingle and the nipples ache.
After several minutes, Heather began to lightly pinch and pull on each
nipple and Betty gave out little moans, in spite of herself. Her eyes
were still closed. Heather stopped and Betty finally opened her eyes.
Heather handed her her wine.
"Well?"
"I did like that, I must admit." She laughed softly. "If that's
all they do, the worst is that I might get turned on. Hell, I can
handle that."
"Well, they probably will go a little further than that. And you
should be prepared. Let me show you."
She leaned forward slowly and pulled one of the still swollen
nipples deep into her hot mouth and sucked gently on it, running her
tongue around it and over the sensitive tip. The warm wetness of her
mouth and the pulling and rubbing hit Betty in little shocks between
her legs. In seconds, she was lubricating again. Her hand came up to
move Heather's head away, but the sucking continued and instead, she
found herself pulling Heather into her swollen boob and closing her
eyes. God, this felt sooooo good. Heather was leaning her head back,
pulling the heavy breast up and away from Betty by the swollen nipple,
now trapped in the wet suction of her mouth. Betty could feel her twat
tingle and she shocked herself by beginning to moan loudly. Heather
then moved over to the other tit and then began giving each equal
time. Betty got more and more turned on. After a few minutes and with
a great effort of personal control, she pulled back. Betty was
trembling and had a dreamy look on her face. She opened her eyes.
She whispered, "That was VERY nice. Gosh, I wish boys knew how to
do me like that. All they do is rub them a few times and then want to
screw. Well, is there anything else they could do? I mean, I don't
want to be surprised and grossed out."
She pulled Betty's head down and said, "Suck on me." Betty didn't
hesitate, but pulled a nipple into her mouth and pulled. She wasn't
sure how to do this right, but was gentle and used her tongue like
Heather had on her. Every since she had exposed Heather's chest, she
had surprised herself by wanting to suck on these nipples. She was
surprised and fascinated at the nipple growing longer and longer in
her mouth.
"MMmmmmmm. Goood. Ohhhh, suck it a little harder. Thhaaatt'ss
reallll gooooood. Mmmmmmmm. Ohhhhh..." Heather was beginning to babble
a little as Betty's now very eager mouth pulled her nipple out to full
length and then washed it over and over with a hot raspy tongue. Betty
could hear Heather beginning to gasp a little and finally stopped,
staring at the two inch long nipples pointed out at her. She eased
forward and her own tight nipples rubbed against Heather's. She rocked
back and forth and from side to side and they rubbed against each
other.
"Our boobs are hot for each other. Our nipples look like little
cocks. Mine have never stood out like this. They hurt a little, but
this feels good."
Heather found this sudden eagerness not exactly what she had
expected.
"Is there anything else they might do to me? I mean, as long as
we've gone this far, we might as well be sure there isn't anything
else."
Heather stood her up and unsnapped Betty's jeans and pulled them
down. Betty stepped out of them. Heather slid her finger around the
top of her panties and slid them off, brushing her pussy with a
finger. Betty stiffened. Boob sucking was one thing, put fooling with
her twat was a little beyond the point she suddenly thought she was
willing... "Sit down" She sat.
Heather began rubbing the inside of her thighs while looking
straight into her eyes. Each rub brought her closer to Betty's crotch
and Betty began to anticipate what was going to happen next. And it
did. Heather let her finger lightly touch the twat and then began to
trace the lips, already slightly wet from Betty's arousal. Betty's
hips jerked and began to try to thrust at Heather's finger. Her pussy
was on fire from the first touch and Heather began to push a finger
between the lips and was met with hot come, soaking her fingers. Betty
moaned and gasped. She was always a little horny, and now she was
being finger fucked by an expert.
"Oh, my. Oh, my. I need to ...Ohhh... Mmmmmmm. " Heather's finger
slid up into a very tight twat to the second knuckle and began working
in and out. "Yesssss. OH. YESSSSS. Fuck it, Fuck it." She had her
hands on Heather's shoulders and got hotter and hotter. She had leaned
back on the sofa and now Heather was leaning over her, two heavy
breasts hanging in her face. She added another finger and Betty
groaned loudly. "Oh, Heather, please make me come. I need to come.
Pleeeeease. Oh. Oh. " Heather went to her knees and replaced her
finger with her tongue. Betty was shocked to see Heather go down and
start to eat her, but the first rasp of her tongue on her aroused clit
drove her even deeper into her passion and her back stiffened. Heather
grasped her hips and drove her tongue deep into her, flipping the tip
in circles as she went in and out. Betty was humping and shaking,
falling back against the rear of the sofa, her head back, back arched
and ass coming off the seat.
"Gunnnnnnnn. Suck... Oh, shit. Fuck... fuck... FUCK I'M COMING!"
She humped and came into Heather's mouth. It was followed by a second
orgasm. Finally, they stopped and Heather sat by her side, sipping on
her wine and stroking Betty's arm.
Betty sat up. "I. I guess I got carried away." She couldn't look
at Heather.
"Did you enjoy that?"
"Yes. No one's ever made me come like that, ever."
"Well, that's the worst they will do, as far as anyone knows."
"You mean, make me come like that?"
"Yes."
"I won't have to, well, do that to them in return?"
"I doubt it, you'd have to cooperate too much for that
to happen. They can do you, but you don't have to do them, if you
know what I mean."
"But, I mean, maybe they could make me. I think I should be
prepared to do it."
"Well, like I said, I don't..."
"I'm not taking any chances." She pushed Heather back and went to
her knees. "They could make it a test or something." With only a
moments hesitation, she parted her legs and went up between them. She
stared at the damp twat in front of her, closed her eyes and eased
forward, tongue out. The sensation was both pleasing and wetter than
she expected. But she worked at it eagerly and soon Heather was
gasping and humping against her mouth and tongue.
"God, Betty, you are sooooo goooood... at... thissss. Oh. Mmmmm.
Mmmmmmm. MMMMMMMM." She humped harder and harder and came, waves
passing up from her cunt to belly. Betty, her unusually long tongue
deep in Heather's twat, felt the muscles tighten around her tongue and
try to pull it inside. She was barely able to keep up with Heather's
uncontrollable humping and thrusting against the passion in her cunt.
The sudden large flood of come was unexpected, but she swallowed it
all. She finally pulled out and looked down at her tits and found
herself very aroused again from getting Heather off.
"Look at my tits, shit, I'm horny again."
"I know, it always gets to me too. And with girls, there's no
waiting." Heather leaned her back and ate her again, very slowly. This
time Betty started to whimper and moan, legs wrapped eagerly around
Heather's head, holding her in position. Then, finally coming with
grunts and a shriek, a copious discharge shooting into Heather's
mouth, eagerly awaiting it.
The rest of the evening went quickly as they drank more wine and
played with each other some more.
They parted with a kiss and Betty made it into the sorority with
ease. She complained and bitterly denounced her experience to all the
other pledges and sorority sisters, but then snuck over to Heather's
dorm room and told Heather she had gotten the other woman off six
times in two hours and came four times herself. She still had the
woman's come stained panties as a prize, pulling them out of her
jeans. Heather laughed, locked the door and stripped her pants off and
they ate each other for two hours until Betty had to stop from sheer
exhaustion. From then on, her sex life took a decided turn upward. She
had never anticipated her Freshman year would be quite so active, or
different. Heather bought her some Ben-Wa balls and taught her how to
use them. Jean commented that Betty had never smiled so much and that
she was glad that the talking to that Heather had given Betty had
helped her so much. Yeah, Heather thought, I gave her a real tongue
lashing.
HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES PART 12 BY "RAMAPO"
It was near Thanksgiving that Betty and Jean both invited Heather
to join them over the holiday at their Mom's house. Their mother was
divorced and lived alone in a big, rambling house. Neither Jean or
Betty knew that Heather had slept with both of them and Heather, in
her usual private way, did nothing to pass that information on. As a
result, the ride in the car was pretty plain fare as the conversation
stayed to boys, school and music. Nobody dared make a move.
Just as they were about to enter the house, Jean took Heather off
to one side and said, "My Mom's kinda overprotective, so expect some
mothering. She's always been very liberal in her views, so just about
anything goes in this house. I guess I mean, don't be surprised by
her. She'll do anything for you if she likes you and I know she'll
love you. Come on, lets get you introduced and settled." The opened
the door and were greeted by a much younger woman than Heather
expected. Neatly dressed in a tight sweater and very tight jeans, she
had an excellent figure, very pretty face and thick and long dark red
hair, like Jean. It was very easy to see where they had gotten their
great bodies and hair.
"Mom, this is Heather."
"I'm so glad you could come home with the girls. I've so wanted to
meet the woman whom I've heard so much about." "A pleasure to meet you
too. Your daughters are really good friends of mine. Thank you for the
invitation. With my parents away, I expected to be lonely over the
holiday, but you've saved me from all that."
Heather was given the large guest room right next to the master
bedroom and the other girls went to their rooms over in another wing
of the house. It was a beautiful room with it's own TV, VCR and a
library of movies, books. Briefly scanning the collection before she
left the room, she notice it leaned heavily to porn, both soft and
hard and she had never heard or seen most of them.
Dinner was casual and then they all went out to a movie and back
home. Carol, the mother's name, brought out a large bottle of wine and
poured four glasses. "To our new guest on her first night." They
toasted. The talk turned to every subject and finally sex. Heather was
surprised at how casual everyone was about it and was a little nervous
that her name might come up, but Jean and Betty talked about boys and
some light flings instead. It was a particular point that Heather
never had luck attracting boys, since she dressed down and was very
quiet and kept to herself. Occasionally, however, one of the girls
would catch her eye and smile knowingly when they thought no one would
notice. Once, Heather thought she noticed Carol glance over at her
curiously, but if was only for a fleeting moment. They all were a
little tight when they headed for bed.
Heather took a hot shower, dried her long hair and settled down in
her room. Finding herself relaxed, but not sleepy, she popped one of
the porn movies and watched. It started out with a new, cute guy,
moving into his new apartment and a very cute girl spotting him and
offering to help. He had a very nice build and had a tight T-shirt and
jeans on. She helped carry in a few packages and they chatted and
smiled at each other a lot.
Later that night, as he finished taking a shower and was putting
on his jeans, the doorbell rang and when he answered it, it was the
girl from upstairs and two others, introduced as roommates. They had
food, wine and beer and had come to welcome him. As their coats were
shed, he was treated to three very sexy outfits and lots of exposed
skin. One in particular had small breasts, but the were almost
completely exposed in a very low cut T-shirt top. Another had very
large breasts that were moving heavily under a lose fitting half top
that flashed the lower half of them every time she moved. The third
was in a halter that lifted and framed her nice breasts, exposing just
the top of each nipple. He was having a hard time keeping his eyes off
them as they spread the food on some boxes and everybody had some
wine.
The movie cut ahead and one of the women was standing behind him
and they wanted to know what he wanted for desert. He smiled and
reached out and pulled her down to him. She laughed and pulled her top
aside so he could suck her nipple. They got him to his feet and pulled
him out into the middle of the room so they could get his pants off.
As they moved them down off his hips, a very nice, hard cock lifted
clear and the girl in front of him began to lick and suck on it.
Another was rubbing her breasts on his back and he was kissing the
third. His eyes closed and as all the sucking began to get to him, the
woman giving him a blow job turned around and backed into him. A hand
reached out and guided the stiff, throbbing prick into her waiting
channel. With a wiggle of her hips, she backed onto him in two lunges.
His hands moved to grip her hips and the camera showed the lust on her
face as his cock began to pump her strongly. Shortly, he moved to
rubbing the pussy of one and kissing and rubbing the breasts of
another. The moaning was getting louder and the fucking got stronger
and stronger. The woman came with frenzied humping. She had a lustful,
almost tortured look on her face as she twitched and shook. He pulled
out and pulled the woman next to him onto the floor, he lay on his
back and the woman mounted him in a sitting position. She began to
slowly roll her hips in a circular motion.
"This is a good one. Now watch how hot the other woman gets as he eats
her out."
Heather was startled to realize the Carol had entered the bedroom
from the joining door and was standing behind her chair. She swivelled
around and said.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. I'll turn it off." She was
a little embarrassed to be caught watching the movie by the girl's
mother.
"You don't have to stop watching. And you didn't embarrass me,
honey. Keep watching. Look. Doesn't she have beautiful full breasts?
Look at them sway from side to side as she rocks back and forth.
There, his tongue just went up in her. Look at the bitch start to heat
up. You can see him whip her clit and see her jump. God, Heather, she
is so hot now. Her nipples are hard. See her hips starting to jerk
around. They can't fake that. She's getting done sooooo good." Her
voice had dropped to a whisper. Heather was surprised at the running
commentary as Carol looked at the screen. She moved up alongside the
lounger and perched on the arm, leaning back and putting her arm up
behind Heather's head. The chatter continued, and Carol's voice began
to show she was getting very turned on. "Oh, she's getting it now. See
her lick the sweat on her lip? I'll bet she's just dripping gobs of
hot come into his mouth. The one getting fucked is going out of her
head. There, oh, see that big cock going in and out of her? He must be
in eight inches and she is humping like she wants to ram it up to her
throat. She's starting to come. Oh... she's coming..."
Carol was breathless. Her hand had drifted down on top of
Heather's head and was stroking her hair. She was already turned on by
the movie and this warm body stretched out next to her was adding to
the effect. One of Carol's large tits was exposed as the wrap fell
away. The nipple was turgid and the breast swollen from her rising
passion. Heather looked back to the film, trying to keep from staring,
not sure how to act about this.
"Now, eat her. Really give it to her. That's it. So, hot. Tits
bouncing. See her want to pull on her own tits but is crazy with need
so she can't concentrate. Hips thrusting. Oh, her pussy is so hot now.
He must be in her three inches with that tongue. Look at the lust on
her face and her nipples come up. Now..she's going to come... deep...
commmming... there she goes... commmmmmingg.. oh...", she was
breathless, whispering.
The woman on the screen moaned loudly over and over and jerked
back an forth, head back, spine bent stiffly. Heather needed to get
herself off to relieve herself from the deep arousal she felt in her
cunt, but didn't dare touch herself with Carol there. Frustrated, she
sat quietly. The first woman pulled the still-hard cock out of the
second woman and began to suck it. In seconds, he shot a large squirt
of cum deep into her mouth and she swished it around and swallowed it.
The next shot was treated the same, but she kept the rest in her mouth
and then kissed the big breasted woman and they shared the cum with
their tongues, deeply french kissing with cum running out over their
lips. The movie ended with the three leaving and kissing him goodbye.
"Oh, dear, why can't men eat and fuck like that in real life? I'll
never know. That one woman is a hot bitch, don't you think? I'll bet
she could fuck him to death and still need more. Why, did the movie
get you hot and bothered, dear?" She was staring at Heather's large,
erect nipples, intrigued by their extraordinary length.
"I'm sorry, I always get real horny watching these things. There's
never anyone around to solve that problem, either."
"You come with me young lady, I have just the fix for your
problem", she laughed lightly.
She walked out of the room and Heather hesitatingly followed her
into the master bedroom.
Carol walked over to a dresser and took out a box and went over to
the bed.
"Don't be shy, come get in bed and meet Fred."
Heather sat on the edge of the bed. The top came off the box and
out came the largest single dildo Heather had ever seen. Top like a
small tomato and a twelve inch, thick shaft, it had a small wire
coming out of itat the base. The wire ran to a control unit of some
sort that Carol took out of the box. The box on the floor, she turned
to Heather and said, "Meet Fred. You've seen dildos before?"
"Yes, of course, but not one so large."
"Don't worry about that. Fred takes some getting used to just this
first time, but then, well, he'll make you want to come all night.
This control box let's him do all kinds of tricks. Now, let's get you
comfortable. You aren't embarrassed, are you?. We have no secrets in
this house and we don't tell tales either. We just have a good time."
She re-arranged the pillows and pushed Heather back so her ass was
lifted onto a pillow and top slightly lower. Her legs were open and
tits shifted slightly to each side. She could barely see Carol, who
had moved around to the end of the bed.
Carol's head appeared between her legs and the lights dimmed
almost to dark. Heather felt the head of the dildo begin to rub on her
inner thighs, already tingling from the anticipation. Carol began her
by now familiar steady narrative. "My, what a beautiful cunt you have.
And you are randy too, from the look of the come-wet hair and pussy
lips. Fred is going to be very nice to you. You smell so sweet, I'll
bet you taste delicious. My, you are already running onto the sheet.
Such a waste."
She ran her finger over the sheet and lifted it and put it into
her mouth. "Ummmmm, yes, your pussy juice just as sweet." She was
looking down at her twat and now the head of Fred was passing over and
around her twat. "Fred takes a bit of patience to arrive. He wants to
fuck your little pussy, and he is starting to go inside your dark
hole." Heather felt the head of the dildo begin to part her twat and
the pressure increased as the large head moved harder and harder
against her. The pleasure was great, but just as it became slightly
uncomfortable, the head passed inside and her twat closed on the only
slightly thinner shaft. The large head was now in the pleasure canal,
pushing her parts aside. "Ohhhhh. That's ...fuck.. Oh... it's big...
ohhhhh..." "Beautiful. Fred wants to show you his tricks now. You
won't mind if I lay beside you and teach you all Fred's tricks, will
you?" Carol slipped off the wrap, exposing her luscious body. She slid
up and sat indian-style next to her, control box in hand.
Heather waited in anticipation, beginning to feel that this
unusual woman clearly had the situation completely in control and
wasn't going to let her go until she had been properly fucked by this
mechanical monster. Her pussy was straining and stretching to
accommodate it's size. Her clit was pulsing.
Carol moved a switch and suddenly, the dildo head expanded
slightly, then the swelling moved down the shaft in a rolling effect.
As the swelling rolled downward, she tingled inside and her twat tried
to grip the dildo, As a result, it moved slightly up, deeper inside,
giving her a deep sensation of pleasure between her legs and up her
belly. "Ohhhhhhmmmmmmmm....."
The dildo, repeated the motion.
"Ohhhhmmmmmmmm......"
"Fred smells your hot pussy and wants more. He's going to go up
inside you to places you never dreamed could be fucked." Heather's
hips were trying to thrust against the slowly penetrating tool. As six
inches disappeared Carol pushed another control and the head of the
dildo began to revolve slightly in a random pattern, leaning from one
side to another. The sensations of it moving up deeper and deeper were
intensified by the extra motion.
"Is your twat excited?"
"Oh, gosh... that's... so gooooood. It's fucking me... Ohhhhh..."
Her hips were lifting.
Now it was in seven inches. Slowly, it wormed and pushed against
the resistance deep inside. Heather was beginning to quiver and
tremble as waves a passion rolled from her cunt and through her body.
It was flooding her mind. Carol's voice came from a distance.
"It's a nice slow fuck like you've rarely ever had, I'm sure. No
man could do this. Oh, dear, you are very hot. My nipples are hard
just watching your lustful body be fucked. My cunt is wet and wants to
be fucked. Oh, your nipples are so hard. Your pussy smell fills the
room. You fuck so beautifully."
Eight inches. "Unnnnn. Unnnnn. Ughnn... I... fuck... shit... I
need to cum... oh... oh. oh... oh... Carol, I need to cum.. I can't
stand this...make me cum. please ohhhh... UMMMmmmm..."
"You will cum soon. I will help you." Carol's mouth closed over
the long nipple and Heather whimpered and babbled. Nine inches. Her
hips were thrusting and shaking, jerking to make Fred move faster, to
fuck her harder, but it continued its methodical assault and her
passion continued to build to a peak she couldn't believe. She needed
to cum so badly.
Ten inches, it's advance was to the very depths of Heather's belly
and her groaning became louder and louder. As her back stiffened, it
arched off the bed. Fred was in almost eleven inches, worming and
pulsing and her cum was pouring out around it. She pulled Carol's head
down harder onto her tit.
"Make me cum! Make me cum! Please! I can't stand it! I'm going
crazy. Please." Her voice was desperate. Carol's finger brushed
another control and the dildo began to vibrate quietly, it's
pulsations traveling through her groin in waves.
Her breath caught and the orgasm hit her and she lifted ten
inches off the bed. Carol was biting and sucking. She drifted from one
orgasm to another for over ten minutes until Carol stopped the motion
and sat stoking her arm and side. Heather found it difficult to clear
her mind. Just as she began to focus on Carol's face, the dildo
started again.
"Oh. No. I can't..All done. I'm awash in cum. Exhausted." Even as
she said it, the heat in her loins grew and she began to twitch and
react.
"The evening is young, dear. Here, suck on me a little. You've
made me so hot. Ummm..."
Heather found the heavy breast in her face and the nipple brushing
her lips and her groin spasmed with pleasure and she pulled the nipple
into her hot mouth. Carol gasped with pleasure.
This time, the dildo went even slower and Heather took even longer
to cum, almost passing out from the endless passion that stretched
every nerve in her body for minute after minute. Carol was now
stroking her own pussy and Heather was pulling alarmingly hard on the
nipple from reflex, lost in her own passion. Just as Heather started
to twitch on the very edge of another orgasm that refused to release
in her, Fred suddenly flooded her insides with a hot strong discharge.
As the hot sensation rolled through her belly, she released, groaning
very loudly deep in her throat. If her mouth hadn't been full of
breast at the time, she could have been heard all over the house.
Carol was very hot and she reached down and stoked her clit
rapidly and came, her flat stomach rippling with waves of release. Her
own discharge flooded the bed beneath her. Seconds later, she came
again.
Some minutes later, she removed Fred, carefully wiped it off,
refilled it from a special bottle of fluid and replaced it in the box.
She carefully helped Heather back to her own bedroom, tucked her in
bed and gave her a big kiss. "I really don't know how you girls stand
being in school and being so horny all the time." Heather gave her a
small smile and was asleep instantly. This was not exactly the kind of
mothering she thought Jean had meant, that was for sure.
Both rooms smelled of sweet hot lust as Carol changed the sheets
and spread out. Yes, her daughters did have a very good friend. And
about the best breasts she had ever sucked.
The next day was the holiday, with a big meal to prepare and
guests, mostly aunts and uncles. After dinner, they all spread out
through the house and Heather, away from her family, found that she
felt lonely and not very much into things. She drifted back to her
bedroom to find a good book. She pulled one down, a translation of an
18th century fornication book and headed for a chair. Out of the
corner of her eye, she spotted a small package neatly placed in the
middle of the pillow.
Under it was a note. "I suspect you'll feel a little lonely with
your family gone on the holiday today. Here's a little something I
picked up years ago over in the Orient that might help get you through
this or any lonely day. Please keep it as a gift. Sweet dreams." It
was signed Carol.
She opened the package and inside were a beautiful set of large
very large Ben-Wa balls and a device that was a four inch flexible
wand with a slim stopper attached crosswise on one end and a round
metal ball about an inch in diameter on the other. The flexible wand
was bent in a curve about thirty degrees toward the front. A brief set
of instructions was included.
Intrigued, she closed the door to the room and went into the
bathroom for some oil. Returning to the room, she pulled her skirt
down and eased her panties to her knees, then stepped out of them.
Spreading oil on her asshole, she followed the instructions. She
started by probing her hole until the muscle relaxed and then, placed
the ball on the shaft against the opening and began to apply pressure.
Slowly, but surely, her asshole opened and after a half a minute, it
popped inside with a small sucking sound. Rotating the slim stopper so
the curve in the shaft leaned the ball toward her belly, she slowly
eased it inside until the contoured stopper was firmly up tight and
trapped in the crease between her tight cheeks, all but unnoticeable
in that position. Aside from the mildly pleasant sensation inside her
ass of the heavy weight stretching her rectum, she found as she stood
up that the shaft stayed firmly in place as she stood and moved
around.
Sitting down, she oiled her twat and, after warming the Ben-Wa
balls in her hand, inserted them slowly, one at a time. She closed her
legs and picked up the directions. These heavy, hollow balls were so
large that she felt distinctly stretched and aware of pleasant
tingling in nerves deep inside and around her pussy. She pulled her
panties and skirt back on and just as she started to read the rest of
the instructions, the door to the bedroom popped open and Carol stuck
her head in. "Oh, there you are. We're playing a game in the family
room and need another player. Come, be my partner."
Well, she couldn't just say excuse me, I've got my pussy and ass
stuffed full of the sex equipment you gave me, so, walking slowly
toward the door, she smiled and said, "Let's show them who's boss." As
she walked down the hall, the heavy balls pressed against her insides
and bounced and swayed inside, producing a growing arousal in her
twat. The ball and shaft in her ass were almost unnoticeable. She
wondered how that was supposed to work. So far it wasn't doing
anything that she could notice.
They sat around a table and began to play a board game. Most of
the group was trying to also watch a football game behind them on the
TV, so the game went in fits and starts. She tried to experiment with
the equipment inside her, but the chair only allowed her a small
movement, so the Ben-Wa balls only moved a very small amount, nice by
itself, but hardly something to get her really hot. Then, by accident,
when she got up to get more popcorn, it felt like the rod in her ass
was slipping slightly and she instinctively tightened her ass muscles
to hold it. Unexpectedly, this tipped the rod and ball tipped forward,
stretching her rectum forward against space between the metal balls in
her vagina. The top ball was pushed up away from the bottom one and
the bottom was shoved down to put more pressure on the opening,
sending a very strong tingle through her twat. Surprised by all the
action inside, she relaxed as the tingle spread up her belly. This
allowed the rod to move back and the top ball slid heavily down her
tunnel and strongly bumped the lower one, triggering another tingle
even stronger than the first. It was like having a three ball
billiards game going on inside with her cunt as the pocket to shoot
for. All this happened in the three steps to the kitchen and she
stumbled slightly, paused to catch herself and made it into the
kitchen and back to her seat without anyone noticing the little smile
on her face.
In the minutes that followed, she found by experiment that she
could simply tighten her ass, totally unnoticeable to anyone else,
even Carol sitting next to her. And the motion inside her was
repeated, now even stronger, because the sitting position lined her
vagina up a little better. As the balls separated and moved together,
she found her lubrication increasing rapidly and her pussy swelled,
increasing the pressure and pleasure even more. In five minutes, her
mind was clearly no longer on the game. Her pussy was on the verge of
taking control of her lower body and her nipples were hardening.
"Are you all right, dear?" Carol leaned over close and almost
whispered. No one else at the table was paying any attention.
"Mmm. Ah. Excuse me, what did you say?" Heather had to force
herself to pay attention.
"I said... Oh, I guess you found my little present?"
"Yes, I did, just before the game started. I'm sorry, I didn't
have time to remove them before you came in." "Well, let's not get
carried away with the family here. You have a lifetime to enjoy them."
"I won't. It's very nice. Certainly does perk up a boring day."
They both laughed and the game went on.
Again and again, Heather would start the motion and just at the
point of beginning a drive to an orgasm, she would force herself to
stop and let her nerves settle down. Carol, sitting so close, could
smell her young, hot pussy and was turned on by it, but tried not to
show it. Jean and Betty would occasionally catch the dreamy look on
Heather's face and glance at each other, but no one else paid
attention. They knew that look. Heather seemed to be very turned on,
but how? The heavy sweatshirt she had on hid her swollen nipples.
On about the fifteenth time she started the balls going, before
she could stop herself, her lower body began to take control. The
strong wave of pleasure in her pussy would make her ass tighten,
triggering the reaction over and over. It was like her ass and pussy
were talking to each other and went into automatic without consulting
her. In less than a minute, Heather knew she would orgasm and couldn't
no longer stop it. Her belly was tightening and twat pulsing, wetness
now spreading widely over her panties. She gripped Carol's leg and
tried to push her stiffening back into the chair to brace herself.
When it hit, it was a beautiful, powerful, smooth orgasm that sent
tingles down to her toes and tips of her fingers. Fighting for
control, she suppressed a strong urge to groan and moan. She trembled
slightly and the waves rolled out of her twat and up her belly and
tightened her chest. As it passed, she settled down and casually
looked around the table to see if anyone had noticed, but they hadn't.
Actually, Jean and Betty had, but pretended they didn't. And Carol, of
course.
"You handled that very well. You'll find you can do that all day
long if you like. I need to go put mine in. We'll be a real dream team
then." She quickly left the game table and returned five minutes
later. Jean and Betty watched her leave and wondered about it. As the
afternoon went on, both Heather and Carol would pause from time to
time as orgasms took them, then, breathing slowly to regain control,
continued to play the game. Jean and Betty were incredulous that their
mother and friend were both sitting at the table apparently getting
off in public. More amazingly, now one else seemed to have noticed,
they were so distracted by the game on TV. Carol seemed to be having
orgasms every three or four minutes or so, much quicker than Heather.
Then, toward the end, Heather found that her ass and twat were
learning to begin the automatic response almost immediately, so she
too began to come quicker and quicker. Soon, she was barely coming
down from one orgasm when the next would build in her belly and take
her. Her mind struggled to stay with the game. They finally lost and
the game broke up. Heather quickly made her way to her room and
removed the equipment and changed her soaked underwear. She washed off
the equipment and carefully packed it in her bag. She was already
thinking of how to get off in art class in front of Traci. That would
have her hopping.
Jean popped in. "God, were you just getting off out in the family
room? I mean, how were you doing it? Nobody was touching you." She
didn't know how to mention that apparently her mother was also doing
it.
Heather took out the box and showed her the equipment and
explained how it worked. Jean was intrigued and before she left the
room, Heather helped her to insert the rod and balls. Then, tightening
her ass as instructed, a sudden look of astonishment and pleasure
crossed her face as the motion inside produced its effect. After five
minutes, her ass went into overdrive and her pussy had her humping the
edge of the chair. As Heather put her arm around her, she began to
build toward an orgasm.
"I think I'm... goinnggg... to... C.O.MMMM !" She shook and moaned
loudly. "UUUmMMMMMMMMmmmMMMm."
Calming down, she took the empty box and walked slowly from the
room. "I'll bring them back later. I may be late for dinner."
She left, balls swaying inside, clit extended and pussy wet and
pulsing. She just made it into her room when another orgasm hit her
and her knees buckled slowly and she ended up kneeling on the floor,
hanging onto a chair. Yes, she would DEFINITELY be late for dinner.
Later that night, tired from eating all the food and having such
an active life all day, Heather headed back to her room. Showering and
putting on a see-through nightie. Then she picked up the book she had
chosen to read earlier. It was actually a very good translation. A
young maiden was taken to her Aunt's in the city for a visit. A comely
wench, described as having flowing dark hair to her waist, trim waist,
very large bosom, slim hips and nicely turned legs, her Aunt took her
under her wing and began to introduce her to city life.
Her version of city life, at least. It seems the Aunt was partial
to female lovers and as the innocent niece was taken from party to
party, she began to experience sexual assaults of various kinds. Her
Aunt responded to her fears and questions about what was happening as
things to that all women should expect to happen and enjoy as one of
the pleasures that life in the country could not offer her. At the
first dinner party they attended, the niece, Bibi, was dressed in a
fine gown of the period, heaving breasts almost totally exposed, waist
finely drawn, with full skirts. At her Aunt's instructions, she left
off the balance of her undergarments. The night air on her rarely
exposed parts was tingly and pleasant.
At the dinner party, all the guests were female and dressed in all
sorts of beautiful gowns. She noticed that as the women talked, they
held hands, or caressed one another's waist or arm. Finding that the
women she was introduced to were friendly in this way, she thought
nothing of it and joined in as well. The constant rubbing did produce
a warm feeling between her legs that she liked. Dinner was served and
it was a multiple course meal in a room lit only with several candles.
In the middle of the second course, a brief breeze stirred her skirts
under the table, then stopped.
Moments later, a warm hand gently grasped her ankle and she
started. Remembering that her Aunt had always instructed her to be a
lady at dinner and mind her manners, she tried to hide her obvious
agitation.
"What's wrong, dear?" Her Aunt leaned over toward her, smiling at
her hostess.
"Nothing. I.. I found my dress caught for a moment." "Remember
what I told you, a lady never makes a scene,
never. Now enjoy the dinner and show the other guests you know how to
behave like a real lady."
The warm hand was sliding up her legs and pushing her skirts ahead
of it. It was soft and caressing and actually felt nice, but she
wondered what was happening. Who was this under the table? Looking
around the dinner table, she noticed an empty chair and remembered
that the woman who was sitting in it had been particularly friendly
before dinner. Her hands had not strayed from Bibi's for more than a
moment or two after they were introduced. Could it be her exploring
her lower half? It was producing a most wonderful feeling in her twat.
As the hands approached her, the tingling and ripples increased and
she found her breathing becoming shaky. She could feel hot breath on
her legs. Her head began to swim with the pleasure coming from her
cunt.
The plates were taken away and the light chit-chat at the table
continued. Bibi found her face blushing and her chest heaving as the
pleasure between her legs continued to grow. In fact, her bodice was
barely able to contain the swelling of her breasts as they grew even
more full with her excitement. The nipples, barely covered to begin
with, were now partially exposed and threatening to break free any
moment. A hot tongue started licking her inner thighs and she could
feel long hair caressing her legs, which were being spread wide under
her full skirts.
She began to gasp slightly as the tongue found her twat and began
to eat her in a eager way. Her ass was shifting in the seat and she
couldn't control it. A glance around the room showed no one was paying
particular attention to her. The tongue penetrated deeply into her
twat and she gave a little moan. Stuffing some of the desert cake into
her mouth, she looked over to the hostess and said, "Delicious".
It came out as a gasp...
"I'm glad you like it dear, have some more." The hostess was
staring admiringly, and somewhat greedily at her heaving boobs, now
almost totally exposed. The right nipple had declared itself free and
stood proudly pointed over the top of the bodice. Bibi was too far
gone to notice the growing state of disarray of her clothing. The
tongue penetrated even deeper and she found herself sliding down
slightly in the chair to meet the thrusts, her hips beginning to lift
and twist at each penetration.
She was desperately trying to maintain control, and was smiling
somewhat hysterically at everyone who looked her way, but finally, her
insides began to shake and shudder. Her head was bending back and her
spine twist slowly back like a bow. Then the orgasm hit her, releasing
a flood between her legs and the eager tongue worked hard and lapped
it all up. She was shaking like a leaf, trembling, mouth partially
open. Her bodice gave up all attempts at containing her chest and her
breasts quivered from the strong spasms coursing through her. As she
began to calm down, she was relieved that apparently no one had
noticed her unseemly behavior. Alarmed at her apparent state of
undress, she quickly adjusted her dress. She trembled as her hands
gripped her still very tender nipples to force them into the dress.
Waves of pleasure again gripped her. The person under the table seemed
to have disappeared and Bibi finished her second dessert.
"Did you enjoy your dessert, dear?", her Aunt asked.
"Yes. It was quite unexpectedly wonderful and full of surprises."
"Good. You'll have come her more often to enjoy all we have to
offer." A glance down to the other end of the table revealed the other
woman had regained her seat. Face still flushed and hair slightly out
of place, she looked at Bibi with a twinkle in her eye and winked.
Bibi thought that even though this was very strange and unexpected
behavior, it was thoroughly enjoyable. She looked back up and down to
the other woman and winked back.
Heather was finding this story remarkable similar to the trick she
had played on Traci and found herself smiling at the memory of it.
Times seemed to never change. Tired as she was, she felt turned on
again at the thought of the honey in Traci's pussy and how good it had
tasted.
"Are you still awake dear?" It was Carol in a very sexy nightgown.
"Yes, just getting horny again reading some of your books. Where did
you find all these?"
"I've been collecting for years. I find them here and there.
Friends keep an eye out for me."
"I've enjoyed, the, ah, gifts and time at your home. It has made
the holiday so much nicer for me. Thank you." "Since you have to leave
in the morning, I thought maybe you'd enjoy one last little item I
have. Something to remember me by on cold nights."
"Well, I have lots of great memories already. But I'd love to see
what you have."
She followed Carol into the next bedroom and Carol took another
long box out of a cabinet and came over to the bed. Helping Heather
off with her robe and nightie, she placed her in the center of the bed
and proceeded to secure her wrists over her head and ankles to the
corners of the bed. In less than two minutes, Heather found herself
completely spread-eagled on the bed. Carol took off her nightie and
sat next too her.
She took two small wires and attached them to her nipples and
plugged them into a small box. She flipped a switch and almost
imperceptible shocks tickled her nipples in waves. Her nipples rose
strongly and her chest tightened. The pleasure was very strong and her
pussy immediately lubricated. In seconds, she couldn't get her breath
as the lust built in her body.
"Wow, I'm so hot, I can't breath." Carol smiled and leaned over
Heather with something in her hand. Heather only saw it briefly
between her swollen breasts before Carol's hand disappeared between
her legs. Seconds later, she felt pressure on her asshole but before
she could react, Carol pushed smoothly and a very large dildo went
deeply up her ass.
"Ungh! God!"
Another wire was connected and the dildo began to shock her rectum
in concert with her nipples. The initial discomfort of the dildo was
instantly erased with lust as her pussy began to open and clit extend.
Her butt was pumping the bed spasmodically as the shocks hit, some
weak, some increasingly strong.
Heather looked over at Carol, who was attaching wires to her own
chest. Waves of pleasure passed over her face. "Ohhhhh... thisss...
iss... always sooo... niceeee..." Heather continued to shake and moan
as Carol leaned over, turgid nipples extending from the passion. She
had another of the large dildos and inserted into her rectum, then
connected another wire. She was already shaking and gasping, her hips
twitching and pumping in reaction to the shocks and lust building in
her twat. The two of them were hot with rapidly building lust and were
humping and writhing, eyes half closed and mouths open.
Fighting the need to just give into the lust, Carol quickly
climbed over Heather and sat on her, pussy to pussy. Her somewhat
broader hips covered Heathers just comfortably and as they jerked from
the shocks, their clits were now hitting each other, Heather's very
long clit sticking up into Carol's pussy like a small cock.. She slid
down slightly and reached into the box and pulled out a long, fat,
double headed rubber dildo over sixteen inches long. Hand shaking, she
worked it up into Heather's twitching canal and then, lifting up,
worked the other end into her own pussy.
By this time, both of them were moaning and grunting. "Oh,
Goddddd.. It's so big. I'm going to commmm."
The shocks were getting stronger and as they reacted, the pussies
alternately gripped the shaft of the dildo and pushed or relaxed as
the other woman humped to her own response. The boxed timed them in
perfect alteration and it was increasing the speed in a smooth manner.
Up and down, in and out. The special material in the cock was
expanding and lengthening from their heat, increasing their responses.
Carol leaned over and stuck her tongue deep into Heather's eager
mouth. Their tongues probed and sucked and fought each other. Heavy
moaning in the room was almost constant as their bodies, driven
relentlessly by the computer controlled stimulus, rose to greater and
greater heights of lust.
Heavy breasts banging together, dildo buried completely in their
now fluid pussies, cunt lips pressed together, they were rolling up
and down to the electric stimulation. They soon came together, a deep
moan coming from each as they trembled and shook. The electric shocks
relaxed, but continued to come and in less than two minutes, they
built back up and they had another orgasm.
The rest periods were various, then the waves would speed up and
they would fuck at a faster and faster pace and then, cunts banging
against each other, they would come. Each time, the pattern of shocks
was completely different than the last. There wasn't time to feel
tired. Time went by and the fucking continued. There was no way to
resist it.
Then, the box excited them one last time and even though they
climaxed, it kept up the very rapid contractions and, then, they came
one last time, a mind-bending orgasm hitting them both like explosions
in their brains. They both passed out from their response. Soaked in
sweat, come pouring between their legs, Carol's flowing down the dildo
and mixing with Heather's and the double flood running down her ass
and into her asshole and onto the bed. Carol's swollen tits spread
over Heather's even larger ones and their bodies blended into one as
they lay there. As they came to, Carol slowly sat up, lips trembling.
"That was unbelievable, Carol. I never had a fuck like that."
"I told you it was special. Someone in NASA built that for me and
I never to get use it. Did you enjoy that?" Heather felt
overwhelmingly full with the long, fat dong up her pussy and deep
dildo floating in her ass and she trembled. "Yes."
"Good. It'll start again in about a minute."
"I don't think I can do that again."
"Yes you can dear. It won't hurt you, I promise. And once it
starts, you just give in to it."
"How many times does it do this?"
"Until we turn it off." And then she placed the box over the edge
of the bed out of reach. "But, I intend to fuck your hot pussy all
night. We can't have you going back to school horny, can we?"
"Carol, please don't hurt me, I...."
The electric tingles rose up in her twat and they rolled into
another series of surging, sweaty, humping orgasmic responses. Each
time Heather thought she'd come for the last time, when, with a gasp,
she would respond and her mind lost control.
Hump. Groan. Fuck. Dong surging up and down their twats. Hips
coming together, clits riding the shaft. Pussy juice spread out over
the sheets and soaked the bedding. Still, they came and came.
It was very late in the night when Carol finally pulled the box
back onto the bed and turned it off. Untying Heather, she sat with her
for a while, then they took a shower together and slept. For the first
time in her life, Heather felt completely and utterly fucked. Yes, she
would remember Carol and that night.
The ride back to school was quiet. Jean seemed very distant until
Heather realized that she had the Ben-Wa balls and rod in her ass and
was spending the long drive in bliss. The next morning, she returned
them.
"I hope you had a nice time. Mom said to tell you she'd love to
have you again."
"I'd love to come, too."
They both laughed.
HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES PART 13 BY "RAMAPO"
A week later, Heather found herself bored with studying and being
horny from playing with her nipples, she took out an extremely large
rubber dildo and began to rub it over her breasts and twat through her
underwear. She got hotter immediately and locked the door. She turned
out the lights and peeled off the rest of her clothes and got a large
bottle of oil from the dresser and rubbed her tender, bouncing tits
and heavily lubricated the dong. It was one of those things that she
had discovered in a sleazy store in a back alley taking a short cut
one day. A porn shop, but what a great collection of stuff. Her
nipples were already standing up and tingling and jiggling as she
pulled an overstuffed chair over near the window and looked out over
the campus. One hand was stroking and pulling one nipple out to its
maximum length, tingles going down between her legs as she felt her
belly tightening from the lust building in her twat. It was time to
give herself a good fuck.
The dong was a monster, a bulbous, ribbed head and thick shaft
over fourteen inches long. It was a special dark rubber that felt and
flexed very much like a real cock, and included a tank of oil that
could be heated and shot into her pussy as she came. Sitting back with
her legs spread wide over the arms of the chair, she began rubbing it
up and down her slit, the oil mixed with the cum pouring from her. Her
legs twitching from the excitement, the top of the head finally lodged
slightly in the entrance. She began pushing in increasing strength and
more of the head pushed her open, but it was too big to go in. Her
passion was rising from the thrusting and she pushed harder and
harder, beginning to roll the long shaft in circles. Little by little,
her breathing now becoming more a pant, her need steadily expanding,
the head penetrated rib-by-rib and then, popped inside with a loud
pop.
"Oh!" It was more a grunt. "Give it to me! Give it to me you big
fat sucker. Fuck mamma like she needs it so bad tonight. Ahhhhh.
Goooooodd", she whispered breathlessly. In seconds, she would come.
Her hand pumped it deeper into her, now six inches. She felt her belly
tighten and release was near. Her head arched back as her body went
into reflex action. A shudder went down her arching spine. As her hand
stroked the obscene thickness of the shaft, it was working itself
inside, inch-by-inch, up into her pussy, now stretched to what seemed
like the breaking point. The stretched skin at the base of her clit
were causing explosions of heat hich were passing out through her
nerves and setting her mind on fire with passion. Legs over the wings
of the chair, now almost straight, twat stuffed full beyond belief,
she humped against the thrusts inside. Her hips were twitching and
thrusting more and more on their own as she began to go over the edge.
A rhythm established itself. Her head rolled back against the chair
and she gave herself totally to it. "Ohhhhhhh. Unnnnnn. Ummmm...
mmmm... mmmmm Nmmmm..MMMMMMM... MMMMMMM!"
Over eight inches were inside and she felt full beyond belief but
wanted to take it all. Her hand was working with increasing speed as
the shaft slid up and down her hole, her extended clit rubbing over
the ribbed shaft. In seconds, she would come for the first time. She
always climaxed multiple times, but her need for release from this
first one was so great as it rushed toward her. A sudden soft knock on
the door broke through and intruded on her passion. Summing all her
willpower, she stopped the thrusting, the shaft still buried as deep
inside as she could take it. She was completely breathless, tits
swollen from her passion, nipples extended, hands shaking, sweat on
her forehead. She was hanging on the very verge of a massive orgasm
and the slightest twitch would set her off. The dong was twitching
like a real cock from the pulses in her twat, sticking obscenely into
the air, the tip jerking in spasms. The knock repeated a little
louder.
"Yes, who is it?" It took her a moment to make her voice sound
even. Even then, it was thick with lust.
"It's Traci, your art teacher. Have you got a minute?"
Please go away, I need to come, she thought. Shit. "Yes, ah, just
a minute. I was just changing." Her nerves still on fire with the need
to come, she eased the fat dildo out and quickly covered it with the
corner of the blanket on her bed. Her insides complained and she ached
to mount the monster again, but, she tossed her underwear in a drawer
and pulled on her T-shirt and jeans. Still breathing hard and face
flushed, she flicked on the lights and opened the door.
"Hi, can I come in? I'm not coming at a bad time, am I?"
"No. No. Please come in. Excuse the mess."
Traci closed the door behind her.
"We need to talk, Heather."
Heather waited. Traci was staring at her still rigid nipples. Her
pussy was still on fire.
Traci was getting hot just looking at this beautiful set of
obviously erotic tits, unfettered by any bra. "Um, about what's been
happening. I've never, I mean, I don't.." She was losing her train of
thought.
She walked over and sat on Heather's bed, her knees weak. Heather
realized she was only inches away from the fat dong under the covers.
Traci tried again. "I know you and I have had some, well, unique
very personal experiences but I want you to know that I really do
respect you and hope you do me and that.." Her hand had moved the
cover and the head of the dildo was exposed. Surprised to feel the
hard, wet object under her hand, she looked down. Heather was blushing
slightly when she looked up. So she was getting herself off when she
knocked on the door. That explained the nipples and red face, Traci
thought. Traci pulled the shaft from under the cover and was amazed at
the size of it, easily twice anything she had ever seen, much less
used.
"My God. It's huge!" Her voice was an astonished whisper. "Do you,
I mean, you are so slight.." Her fingers traced the ribs on the head
and upper shaft, designed to pull on the flesh and add to the
sensations of a deep fuck. A deep fuck. Her mind drifted to thoughts
of...
"Yes, I use it, sometimes when I'm really horny. I was using it
when you knocked." Heather was staring boldly at her. Traci knew in a
moment she was telling the truth. It was still warm and slick with cum
and oil in places.
"Aren't you afraid it will hurt you?" She was holding it up,
surprised at the girth and feel. So much like a real cock, but so very
much larger.
"If you're careful to start it slowly, then you eventually stretch
out and from then on it's great. Really great. It really fills you up.
At first, I used to come before I could get it in, it took so long,
but now I get eager and pop it right in."
It was quiet for a few moments and Traci continued to run her
fingers over the ribbed head as her thoughts continued to think about
getting fucked with this wondrous tool. Heather said, "Would you like
to try it?"
The little talk she wanted to have was quickly being forgotten.
All her thoughts were on how this monster might feel inside her. She
almost groaned out loud.
Startled by the bold suggestion, she said, "I'd never get that
inside me. I'm too small." She was running her fingers wonderingly up
and down the shaft and over the huge head. Her pussy was already wet
just thinking about the head, pushing in on her and spreading...
"I'll help you if you like. It just takes patience and a lot of
oil."
"We really can't. I came tonight... I mean, what if someone were
to..."
"Look, I know we get each other hot. Let's face it, we really get
off on each other. I don't know if that's good or bad. I enjoy sex and
I take it you do as well. So let's enjoy and not sweat the small
stuff. I'll stop being such a bitch in class. I hope I didn't get you
in trouble."
They looked at each other and Heather came over and took the long
shaft from her. She locked the door again and killed the lights.
Traci sat for a moment, but Heather came over and reached down and
unsnapped her jeans. Traci pulled them down and shed her underwear.
Heather directed her to lay down and put two pillows under her ass.
Pouring oil all over her pussy, she began gently rubbing it into the
folds and between the lips. Traci gave a gently groan and trembled as
the big-chested coed ran her fingers into her and out. She was hot
instantly to fuck.
Her pussy blossomed like a flower as the passion built. Finally,
soaking the shaft with oil, she placed the head in Traci's opening and
began to rotate it and push gently.
"Don't hurt me. Ohhh... It's so big. I can feel myself stretching
out. That feels so good."
Heather was stroking her clit to keep her relaxed and opened up.
The pressure was increased and she rolled it back and forth. Only the
top third was going in. The stroking increased and Traci's hips were
lifting slightly as her rigid clit responded to the constant stimulus
of the stretching skin.
"I don't think it's going to work. Gooooood. Ohhhh. Mmmmmmm.
Harder. Push a little harder."
The head was now half in and Heather pushed and stoked. Traci was
almost ready to come from all the stimulation. Her pussy was stretched
further than anything she could imagine before tonight. Gripping the
edge of the bed, her head was tossing back and forth as she started to
loss more and control. It was beginning to hurt a little, but the
pleasure was intense.
"Ohhhh... Fuck, me. Heather fuck me with it. I need it sooooo bad.
Fuck. Yes. Yes. YES!!!"
She was shouting now. Heather reached over and stuffed her
underpants into her mouth as she continued to groan and shout. The
head was almost in and she leaned on the end with her hand and it
popped inside her how stretched inner lips. Traci lurched and spasmed
below the waist. She was stretched beyond the breaking point, but
suddenly felt no pain. This great mother of a cock was driving her
crazy, her insides invaded like nothing she had ever imagined.
Heather poured more oil down the shaft and pumped it into Traci, a
half inch at a time, slowly moving the bulbous head up inside her, six
inches, now seven. The ribs pulled and pushed the taught wall of the
vagina, every nerve reacting, giving her sensations she couldn't even
figure out. "Oh. I'm going to come. I'm coming. coming...
argggghhhhhhHHHH" She screamed into the panties. Out of control, she
was groaning as the passion started to drive her up toward orgasm. The
orgasm she felt piling up just kept building, not releasing.
Eight inches. Heather's arm twisted the shaft and pumped it
smoothly in and out, in and out. Her own pussy twitched and throbbed
with need to be fucked again with this great tool. "OhhhhhHHHHHh.
MMMMMmmmnnnNNNNNNn."
Nine inches. In, out. In, out. Each time, a little deeper. Traci
now felt as though her pussy would explode from the pressure and
stretching. The nerves deep in her body were sending shock waves to
her brain. Out of control, lust took her and her nerves rolled her
over the top. Her breathing stopped and she shook as stars exploded in
her brain.
Ten inches. In and out. Waves of passion rippling up her belly, in
seconds, she came again, a wave of white heat exploding in her brain.
Eleven inches. The head pressed into the top of her cervix and could
go no further without true damage. It wiggled and moved in and out.
Heather was amazed at how much Traci could take.
Another explosive orgasm. Only the now wet underwear in her mouth
was holding back the shouts and groans. The smell of hot, randy pussy
filled the room like the hot musk of a heavy, sweet perfume. The pace
of the pumping increased and, her handing gripping Heather's arm in a
tight grip, she grunted and came one last time, back bent and tail now
completely off the bed. Heather seized the opportunity and slid a long
oil slick finger smoothly into her asshole, rolling it up until it was
rubbing the thick dong through the tissue. It increased her pleasure
and she shook and trembled and blacked out. When she came to moments
later, Heather started slowly backing the dong out until the head was
at the entrance, pulling on the lips, trying to break free but trapped
at the entrance, then back up inside.
Traci had never felt so full. In moments, the heat began to build
again in her pussy and ass as Heather's finger rolled around and
around. In less than five minutes, whimpering and crying out, she
groaned wildly and came again, bucking against the hard rubber. No
cock had ever done this for her. It had her in it's grip and she gave
herself completely to it's assault on her cunt. She finally settled
down and Heather helped her clean up and loaned her some underwear,
which was pulled very tight across her wider hips. She left, still
dazed from her experience, her pussy was tingling and stretched, a
memory of a great cock still impressed on the walls of her pussy. She
paused in the doorway, her face thick with lust. Heather said, "I'm
glad we had this little, ah, talk. Come again sometime!"
They both smiled. Heather locked the door, peeled her clothes and
sank the dong, still soaked with Traci's come, deep into her pussy. As
she watched Traci walk back toward her class building, her delayed
orgasm was building. She rocked in the chair and began to groan and
whimper, cunt pouring cum around the thick shaft. Traci, looked back
over her shoulder and could see the girl in the window, rocking deep
in the shadow of the window in the chair, unnoticeable to anyone not
looking directly at her. Her own pussy tingled at the thought of that
long fat dong now up Heather's twat. As she stared, Heather appeared
to come, her head jerking from side to side, then back, mouth open. In
spite of just having many multiple orgasms herself, as she walked up
the
hill, she was hot again.
HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES PART 14 BY "RAMAPO"
Two weeks later, there was a small reception at an art showing
downtown, to be attended by several art critics from New York. Traci
invited Heather and that night, they both took special care to look
good.
When Traci saw Heather as she walked to the car, her breath
caught. Stunning in a black dress that displayed her bosom in a daring
way, dark hair draped over her shoulders and spilling down her back,
she was a show stopper. Traci felt that familiar pull and pulse in her
pussy. "Wow, that's some dress! You sure are going to turn heads
tonight."
"I just wanted you to be proud of me. Thanks for asking me along.
Think we'll meet anybody we know? Maybe we can team up and get
somebody hot enough to fuck us tonight as a side benefit."
"You've got me hot enough to want to fuck you right now. Actually,
I'm not sure. Anita Smathers will be there. She's that new young
critic from the paper. I've heard she's really a great person to know.
Seems to be on everybody's "A" list, if you know what I mean. A lot of
doors open to her."
The hall was full of people, mostly older, apparently rich.
Everywhere Heather went, necks craned and eyes followed. The women
were looking daggers at her revealed, voluptuous young figure. Traci
also noticed the attention and finally, handing Heather a glass of
champagne, said, "I think all the men want to fuck you and the women
want to kill you. Except me. I'd like to fuck you too. It always seems
to work out the other way around!"
They both laughed and continued to cruise. Finally, they headed
toward a corner where a bigger than usual crowd seemed to be gathered
and there in the middle was Anita. Working their way to front of the
crowd, they soon were off to one side. Anita was a trim woman with a
short hairstyle, striking face, great legs and very nice, well exposed
bosom. She was holding forth on some art question. As she spoke, she
was slowly looking around and finally, her eye fell on Heather and in
one quick pass, took in her striking figure so beautifully displayed.
Next to her was another very attractive woman and they seemed to be
together. Finishing her comments, she excused herself and came over to
Traci and Heather. "Hello, I'm Anita Smathers."
"I'm Traci and this is Heather. I'd hoped we'd meet and have a
chance to talk. I'm an art professor over at the college and would
love to have an opportunity to show off some of the art work my class
has produced."
"I think you already brought along a piece of that art with you.
Heather, you are quite stunning in that dress. You must have them
licking out of your hand." She was looking directly into Heather's
eyes.
Heather never blinked. Quietly she said, "And in other places, if
the opportunity presents itself. Thank you."
"We'll never be able to talk about such opportunities here." She
put her arms around both of their waists in a very familiar way and
then walked slowly along. "Why don't you both come to my hotel when
this thing is done and we'll share a glass of wine and get into things
when we can be more comfortable." She walked away and Heather and
Traci stared at each other. Each could feel their pussy grow moist at
the thought of an evening with this lovely person. They linked arms
and killed time looking at the exhibits and caressing each other's
arms when no one was looking.
The hotel room was on the top floor. When they knocked, the door
opened and Anita was standing there in a very sheer camisole, her own
very ample tits pushing the top almost to the side and pussy stuffed
with smooth silk fabric deep into her crack. Her face looked a little
flushed.
She handed them each a glass of wine. "There're some outfits in
the other room if you want to be more relaxed." She waved them toward
a door.
They wandered into the other room and each selected some items.
All were very revealing and the bottoms were sewn in such a way to
force the fabric up tight against their assholes and deep into their
twats. When the finished, they looked at each other and smiled. There
was no doubt this woman wanted some action. Already, Traci was showing
signs of wetting the fabric with the come she was producing from all
the friction of the material on her clit. They went to the other room
and Anita was sitting in the middle of the sofa, arms spread, chest
exposed, nipples slightly extended. They sat on each side and sipped
their wine. Anita looked at both of them and said, "You both look very
hot in those outfits. Why, Traci, from the look of that wet pussy of
yours, I do believe you have the hots already." Her hand traced the
top of Traci's leg and ended up only a fraction from the top of her
twat.
"You don't have them on quite right. Let me show you." She pushed
Traci to her feet and, sitting front of her, pulled them down and,
fingers reaching inside, Traci gasped and jerked as she smoothly
separated the wet lips and pulled the clit out to it's full length
with thumb and forefinger. The other hand pulled the panties back up
and this time, the lips were separated even more deeply by the crease
in the panties. Now her clit was standing at full attention straight
out through a well placed hole in the fabric. The tight fabric was
wrapped firmly around the base with an elastic and held it up and out.
"Ohhhh. I wasn't expecting that. These are sure unusual pants."
She was trembling slightly. Anita's face was only inches from her
crotch and her hot breath was on her clit. Tingles were racing through
her pussy.
"You bet they are. I say, let's get you off honey, before you go
nuts."
Without waiting for an answer, she slid her hands up the pant legs
openings and grabbed each cheek. The tightening fabric pulled the clit
up and squeezed the base even harder. Traci felt as thought someone
was using a vacuum on her pussy and a vise grip on her clit, which had
never been so abused. Now she was shaking and not a little confused by
the sudden harsh assault on her lower parts. Anita pulled her closer
and leaned forward, sucking the now rigid clit deep into her hot, wet
mouth without any preliminaries.
"Ohhhhh. GOOODDDDD! Oh SHIT! You. Shit.. Fuck. OHHHHHH, I'm
COMMMMMMMM.NNNNNN. MNNNNNN.!" Unable to break away, and somehow not
really wanting to, she looked desperately over at Heather, who was
observing in surprised silence, wine glass poised in mid-air. The
confident, directness of this woman was amazing. Anita sucked hard and
her tits fell completely out of the top of the camisole, nipples now
hard from her own excitement.
Unable to back away, Traci's eye's closed as she felt the heat in
her loins begin to rapidly take her by storm. Her hands were on
Anita's head, fingers woven in her hair, pulling her into her crotch
in a reflex. "OHHHHHHH. I. Ungh. Ungh." She grunted as the wave hit
her belly and she came. Her heavy breasts were billowing and shaking,
nipples riding the crests just inside the sheer fabric that struggled
to contain them.
Heather found herself very turned on and in need of relief after
observing this sudden, very hot sex right in front of her. "Your
turn."
In one motion, Anita pulled free from Traci, still shaking and not
completely done with her orgasm, turned and pushed Heather onto her
back on the sofa. Lifting a leg, she pulled Heather's panties off to
one side and stuck a long tongue deep into her pussy. Fireworks went
off in her pussy as the tongue whipped in and out. Prowling
everywhere, it had her on fire and in less than a minute, she was no
longer aware of where she was, only the heat in her pussy pushing her
higher and higher. She could hear herself moaning wildly, unable to
stop herself. Anita's hands stole up and gripped her breasts firmly,
squeezing the nipples and pulling them hard. It hurt, but she couldn't
stop Anita now, she was too overwhelmed by the lust in her belly. Her
legs were on either side of Anita's head, wrapped at the ankles as she
humped the hot mouth. In less than a minute, she had an explosive
orgasm, then rapidly, five more in quick succession, all pumping come
into the woman's waiting mouth. Her tongue worked like a beaver and
sucked it all down.
She was dazed as she tried to sit up. Anita was casually sipping
her wine and looking at them both, eyes filled with excitement.
"I don't know about you, but I like to get the preliminaries over
with. You two are really beautiful, hot bitches. I never have any luck
at these out of town things, but tonight, I got a double bang for my
buck, I'm sure! I trust you both don't mind a little sex to spice up
the conversation?" Her use of the word "little" was a classic
understatement. Her assault had left both of them breathless and
neither responded.
"Heather, you taste delicious. I must have you again later." She
smiled at her. A bit of come still clung to her upper lip. She wiped
it clean with her tongue and smiled again. She reached up and pulled
Traci, who was still standing in a daze, onto the sofa between them.
"Hell, we can talk in the morning. Let's get her off again. You
suck the left one and I'll take this one. Don't stop until she comes.
Ever had a nipple orgasm? I never thought it was possible, but the
daughter of one of my friends sucked on me for over an hour one night
and, well, you'll see. Suck her good."
Heather managed to get up and leaned down and pulled the fabric
away from the swinging boob and pulled the nipple into her mouth. It
was still slightly tight, but fully hardened immediately. Traci's
nipples were very sensitive and when sucked, sent electric shocks to
her pussy. Heather pulled more of the billowy breast into her mouth
and sucked hard. Traci grunted and moaned and yelped a little. Two hot
mouths were pulling her chest, more and more of her flesh disappeared
into them. Her nipples were on fire and she couldn't breath. Her
moaning got louder. Her hands wrapped around the back of their heads
and pulled them into her breasts. Her pussy was pulsing from the
stimulation. It was electrifying, but already her nipples were sore
and beginning to hurt. One second, she felt on fire and the next the
pain would hit.
Anita was sucking so hard it sounded like explosions as the air
rushed back in as the nipple popped free. She repeatedly inhaled over
half of the large tit, whipped the nipple with her tongue and then,
sucking as hard as she could, pulled her head back until the breast
was stretched out, skin rigid. Pulling back further, the breast would
finally pop out of her mouth, unable to stretch any further. Each
time, Traci would yelp and moan and whimper.
"Please stop. It hurts. Ohhhh. That's good. Oh. I'm so hot. I need
to come. Ouch. Ohhh. MMMM. Please make me come. Heather, honey, make
me come."
"No. Suck the bitch. She'll come this way if it takes all night."
Heather sucked harder, following Anita's lead. Traci was shaking
and trying to get her hands into her crotch to get off. Anita pushed
them away sucked even harder.
"I. Can't. Take. Any. More. Of This.. Please Oh God." For twenty
more minutes, as Traci wailed and whimpered, they sucked. Her nipples
were up like large thumbs, twice a big as ever before and still they
sucked. Her ass was bouncing and twisting on the sofa and come was
pouring from her pussy as her legs opened and closed in reflex.
"Now, bite her!"
"No. Ow. OWW!" Teeth gripped her nipples. Sharp pain flashed
through her chest and her stomach contracted. Then, just as she felt
she would scream, the orgasm hit, an unexpected blinding flash of
pleasure and pain as her pussy spasmed and her tits, already seemed to
explode with fire that washed away the pain. "UUUUNNNNNNNNMMMMNN... "
The fire spread over her chest and through her body, driving her
deeper and deeper into the orgasm. She had never experienced anything
remotely like this and her body was totally out of control. She was
unable to breath as it continued to hold her chest in total control.
Her pussy pulsed again and again, come pouring out onto the now wet
sofa. It was two minutes before her head even started to clear. Her
chest was still on fire, nipples inflamed from the abuse.
"Watch" Anita leaned over and pulled the abused, obscenely swollen
nipple into her mouth again and ran her tongue over it. It was
exquisitely sensitive from the abuse.
"God!. No! It hurts! I..." She never finished. Another orgasm
ripped through her, from nowhere. The flame spread out over her and
she came. Twice more over the next ten minutes, Anita waited till her
head would start to begin clear, then brought her off with more
sucking and biting. Anita finally passed out, sweat running from her
from the effort.
"That happened to me too. When I woke up, the little bitch had put
hickeys all over my tits and I had to hide for two weeks. I was
swimming at their pool while they were away and the kid came home from
school and came over and wanted to know if I would like to experience
something she had learned at school. Before I could move, she pulled
my top off and latched onto me like a leech."
"I came so hard I was yelling my head off. I don't think I'll get
invited back soon! The kid comes over once in a while, though."
Heather looked at Traci, exhausted and groggy in the wake of her
passion. She rolled her head around and smiled slightly and whispered
"Your turn."
Anita got off the sofa and took Heather's hand and led her to the
bedroom. Pushing her on the bed, she pulled open a drawer and pulled
out ties and began tying Heather to the bed, face down, running her
hands over her tail and legs as she worked. She pulled each one very
tight and turned off the light.
"I'm going to fuck your ass, honey. I hope you like it as much as
I will."
Heather couldn't see anything, but heard sloshing and then Anita
was sitting on her legs and pushing at her asshole with her fingers. A
finger went in and then two. It hurt and she complained a little, but
Anita kept working. Soon, her fingers were withdrawn and a large dildo
was worked into her, ribbed on the upper end and it hurt as it passed
inside, but the lower shaft was smooth and narrow. Anita pumped it
steadily inside and soon she was stuffed with over seven inches. The
pain was being replaced with tingles in her pussy. Her clit rose and
stabbed at the bed. Anita's weight left her legs and she moved up
slightly and eased the other end of the double dong into her own ready
twat. Big as it was, she was so excited and lubricated, it slid inside
without much fuss, pushing her tissues aside as it tunneled up into
her.
"Oh, gooddddd. Heather, this big stick is going to fuck us both.
Ummmmmm.."
She was rocking back and forth. Finally, her pussy was stuffed
full and the pubic hair pushed down into Heather's ass crack. Joined
as they were, as Anita pumped, the shaft rose and fell deep in
Heather, moving back and forth and in and out. Her pussy was on fire
and her insides were being stirred from the deep penetration.
"Like this? It's going to be so nice. Your ass will thank you in a
few minutes." She was rising and falling at a steadily increasing
rate, her own passion close to the edge. Her nice breasts were
bouncing to the rhythm, the bed bouncing back, each stroke driving the
thick shaft in and out of both of them. Her come was now running down
the shaft and into Heather's hot hole for extra lubrication. Heather
needed to come, but, hot as she was, the orgasm just wouldn't release.
Her desperation was growing. Her chest was pinned under her, nipples
hard and hurting. Her clit was being driven into the bed with each
bounce and shocks were ripping through her belly.
"Ohhhhhhh. Anita. fuck me. FUCK ME. fuck my ass. Make me come.
Please. Make me comMMMMMMmmMMMMMM! Then, Anita pumping hard, both of
them came. Anita was bent back, eyes closed, mouth open in a silent
groan, her pussy gripping the fat stick in her twat, dragging it in
and out of Heather's ass. Heather came again.
Anita never stopped. Hips still twitching from the orgasm still
not completely over, she began another pumping drive. Two minutes
later, she was orgasmic and Heather could hardly believe the pounding
her ass was taking, but then her own excitement rose and then they
came again. The bed was soaked with come. And still Anita worked on
another orgasm. Heather's ass was still pumped full of dildo and
Anita's come as it poured down the shaft straight into Heather's ass.
This one took longer and by then, they were both sweaty and totally
out of control.
Anita was silent except for the sucking sound of her twat and
popping sounds coming out of Heather's ass as air, trapped inside,
escaped each time the shaft went deep inside. But she began to moan.
Heather wanted to come again, but her ass was so sore, it hurt too
much now. Anita moaned louder. "Yessss. OHhhhm. Grnnnn. Grnmm.
Mmmmmmm. N... Here We GooooooooOOOOOOO." The pumping went to even more
frantic level and Heather found her own twat rippling and tightening
in spite of the pain in her ass. Her breath caught and both came, a
gut wrenching, pussy explosion of come and lust. Anita finally leaned
down and pressed herself against Heather's back, breasts flattening
out across her ribs, the sweat of their bodies mixing, both
breathless.
After a while, Anita got up slowly. Leaving the dong imbedded in
Heather's ass, she went out to find Traci. The long dong, still slick
with Anita's come, stood high in the air as Traci came into the room
behind Anita.
"We're both going to fuck her. You do her ass and I'll do her
pussy."
Heather was protesting. Her ass on fire, exhausted, her faint
cries were ignored. Traci was very excited by the size of the dong in
Heather's ass and wasted no time in mounting it, not realizing the
pounding Heather's ass had already had. She shuddered as it forced
itself into her twat and she began to rise and fall. Anita pulled
another long double dong from the dresser and worked it into Heather's
pussy from the rear. Sliding her legs under Heather's from the back,
she slid up until the dong hit her pussy. Guiding it inside, she slid
up further until she was completely under Heather, both pussies
stuffed with dong. Now Heather was in an uproar, her insides being
stretched and assaulted from both holes at once. Her body was shaking
with excitement and pain and her nerves, stretched to the breaking
point of pleasure and pain. Traci was fucking with rapid stokes, her
own passion driving her harder and harder. Each stoke fucked Anita as
well, pinned under Heather. The cries rose and fell as the passion
built again, dragging each out and over their exhaustion. In thirty
minutes, they began to come, each at their own pace, but each
responding to the others cries and then triggering another instead.
Finally, the got up and untied Heather and pulled the dongs from
her body. They led her into a beautiful bathroom and into a hot tub,
where she soaked her tender ass and abused pussy. Anita and Traci
stoked her breasts as she drank wine.
Then they dressed and left. Traci had finally gotten what she
wanted. Anita headed back to the city to look for fresh game. She was
to come back in three months to judge an art contest.
It was only in the car that Traci found out that Heather had been
assaulted by Anita before Traci had done her. Apologies were offered
and accepted. That night and for several days, Heather lost all
interest in sex. But the tenderness went away and there was no damage.
HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES PART 15 BY "RAMAPO"
Heather walked out of the tent, her still damp hair cascading down
her tan back, and walked out of the camp. Following a trail that led
between tall, majestic boulders, she walked almost three hundred yards
from camp and then left the trail and hiked briefly up a small gap
between the rocks. Up she went until she was over two hundred feet
back from the now hidden path and up on top of a large, smooth topped
boulder, still warm from the very hot afternoon sun. The rolled
blanket under one arm was placed in the center of the rock and she sat
and watched the now fading sunset off in the far distance. The heat
from the rock warmed her buns and spread up into her plush honey pot,
adding steadily to the tension she already felt. It had been a long
four days here, digging during the day and trying to cool off at
night. Today they had had baths and she finally felt clean.
But being out here in the middle of Montana with ten other women
and only two men, there was more that she needed than a clean bath and
the odds were she was going to have to take care of those needs by
herself.
She reached back and pulled the tie on her top and her two
oversize, majestic peaks sprang free from the inadequate light cloth,
nipples now beginning to stand proud like thumbs in the gentle, now
cool breeze. They tingled and tightened, stretching the skin taut,
standing up and out as they always did, connecting almost electrically
with the pleasure center of her brain and even more responsive nerves
of her cunt. In seconds, the tingles caused the nipples to turn rock
hard, almost two full inches of jutting thumbs, reaching up toward the
darkening sky. She closed her eyes and sank into the sensations.
"Hmmmmmm. That's so nice." She talked softly to herself. Her pussy
began to dampen her jeans, no underwear to restrict or absorb the
beginnings of what would become a copious flow shortly. A hand reached
up and pressed the right breast up, the now tight skin stretching even
more and pulled on the nipple. The tingles sharpened and a wave of
pleasure shot down her belly into the moist forest of hair, already
damp and dark with her increasing flow.
It had been over a week and she needed to cum in a major way. Camp
was so damn restrictive. She had found this hideaway two days ago
while getting lost in trying to get to camp from the dig. And
instantly she had made her plan. Her roommate was actually making the
situation worse, since she was a very striking, leggy blond with a
very lush body and a habit of dressing very skimpily in the tent at
night. It was hard to be horny, in such close quarters and be badly
turned on by her roommate.
She ceased the gently tugging on the turgid nipple and it swung
away heavily. Unrolling the blanket, she removed the small zippered
leather case in its middle and set it to one side. She slid down onto
the light wool and laid on her back, looking up at the now faint stars
over head. A hand reached up and gently traced a still rock-hard
nipple, finally pushing the other breast up and over toward her
center, the upward tilted nipple was only a inch from her mouth and
she leaned her head up and took the nipple between her tongue and
lips, gripping it firmly. She always found it amazing that her jutting
breasts could be sucked in this way. The hotness of her mouth on the
now cool flesh sent a blazing fire straight to her brain. Warmth
spread across her chest as she flushed with passion. She pulled hard
on one nipple and then sucked on the other. In a rhythm that soon had
her belly on fire and her brain demanding even more, she continued to
work one side, then the other. The wetness of each nipple in the cool
air as it was released into the air was almost ecstasy. Her belly
rippled with tension as she continued to tease herself.
Unable to resist any longer, a hand worked the buttons on her
jeans and the hot smell of wet pussy quickly filled the night.
Finally, one hand went down and began weaving through the thick, wet
hair, pressing down above the top of her crack. The extra long clit
was already half erect, poking firmly up, out of the restraining lips
of the swelling pussy. A quick wiggle and the pants were down to her
knees, then rolled up for a pillow under her head. Her nipples were on
fire as she returned to stroking and firm sucking. Legs apart and
knees up and slightly bent, the coolbreeze blew between her legs and
the wetness, now soaking her crack and trickling down between and over
her asshole, made her desire grow even greater.
Finally, she reached over and pulled the case to her and removed
two dongs. One was round on the end, slim in the middle and very thick
toward the end, the other long, slimmer, with bulges of increasing
diameter from one end to the other, with slim gaps between. Her brain
wanted to plunge these into her holes, but she forced herself to move
slowly, enjoying the building pleasure with anticipation. Teasing
herself for over a minute with the slimmer dong, she moved it in and
out of the lips of her pussy, her hips beginning to thrust
involuntarily to meet it. Now very wet and slippery over its first two
inches, she slid it down and found her wet asshole. She firmly pressed
on it, then waited until the muscles relaxed their urgent need to
guard against its entry. Then the tip and first bulb popped inside,
the reacting muscles gripping down firmly on the slim gap behind the
bulb lodged firmly inside. This pulled the next bulb up hard against
the base of her hole. Her ass flexed and released, flexed and
released, moving the bulb inside, in and out. Her ass burned and felt
full. The sensations spread up into her twat, the lips now open like a
rose.
The larger dong was now in her eager shaking hand and she lowered
her head back on the pillow and placed the large bulb end against her
fully soaked honey pot and pressed. The swollen, tight pussy lips
stretched out and out and finally, the obscene bulb popped inside.
Pussy and ass now tight with dongs, she went back to pulling and
sucking her hard tits. The nerves in her belly and chest sent crashing
waves of pleasure signals to her brain and her hips were twitching and
bumping on the rock under her, the heavy dongs flexing and waving
around, pulling on the turgid flesh. As the minutes passed, her soft
moaning was growing more urgent. She must cum soon. Her hand pressed
the butt dong in, bulb by bulb, until all but the stopper were inside.
The heavy pussy dong was being worked in and out, the unique rubber on
the round end swelling within the heat of her steamy cunt. Her brain
went into overload as the pent-up need exploded.
"Oh. Ohhhhh. Mmmmmmmmm. Ooooooo. Yes. Yes. Yes." More urgent now.
"Fuck it baby, fuck me so big. Wet. It wants more." The last inch was
in and now all she could do was grunt. In and out. In and out. At the
very last, she gripped her clit between a wet thumb and index finger
and gave it a pull. The super sensitive nerves, already on fire,
pushed her over the top and she gave a deep grunt, her breath driven
from her as her orgasm racked her body. Her tan back lifted clear of
the blanket and her hips pressed down hard, trembling and twitching
from side to side. For over a minute, she was lost in the sensations,
then her breath began to be less shaky. Every nerve in her cunt was
still on fire, and by beginning to trace the lips of her pussy gently
with a finger, in less than five minutes, she came hard again, a
steady stream of cunt juice flowed out around the end of the dong and
down her butt onto the blanket, a round stain spreading from her lust.
Her belly and ass were stretched and full and her nipples stood up
again. Lying there in the night, her hand reached to a nipple and the
process began again. Did she have a point when her passion would be
exhausted? It was well over two hours before she became exhausted from
her urgent ardor and returned to camp, now quiet as everyone slept.
Slipping into her tent, the smell of a hot pussy immediately came to
her, but not her own. Glancing at her tent-mate, apparently asleep on
her side, hand between her legs, she realized that she was not the
only one to take advantage of the brief privacy. She rolled the
blanket out, slipped off her jeans and slid onto the cot. The smell of
her own lust drifted off the blanket.
Her tent-mate, Tish, heard Heather come in but continued to lie
quietly, herself only a few strokes away from another orgasm when she
was interrupted by Heather's entrance. Shortly, Heather began to
breath heavily and Tish resumed her mission. A long finger stroked her
clit and her belly tightened and she stopped breathing. Only after her
breath had returned to normal and she lay on her back, listening to
the night, did she notice the sweet smell of another hot pussy,
wafting over from the other cot. So, she had been out having some fun
too. I wonder with who? She thought about Heather's wonderful body,
jutting, heavy full breasts and small waist, trim hips and straight
legs and was very turned on again. A hand found the still damp well of
pleasure and she thrust a finger inside. In less than two minutes, the
cot began to creak from her hips responding to the thrusting. Heather
slept deeply. The tent filled with the fragrance of her hot pussy as
Tish came again. At long last, the tent was quiet and only the gently
breeze of the night stirred the brush.
Helen, having heard a brief muffled cry from Tish and Heather's
tent, finally moved away from the closed flap as the whispered gentle
groans of Tic's last orgasm faded away. Maybe three could have fun
before they left at the end of summer. The sudden lustful thought of
making it with a woman surprised Helen. It had been a long time.
Helen found herself following Heather through the dark, down the
path out of camp. It had been over a week before she and Heather had
had much of a chance to talk in private. Actually, the day before,
they had spent the entire day digging off to one side of the main work
and had finally gotten to know each other. Helen had shared her
building frustration, but Heather had been silent in response.
However, that night at dinner, Heather had quietly suggested she stop
by the tent about nine and bring a blanket. They continued on until
suddenly Heather turned and went between a small gap and started off
the main trail. In five minutes, they came out on top of the big flat
boulder. Spreading blankets, they sat down near each other and stared
for a few minutes out at the endless stars above them.
"I love it out here. Very quiet and private. You can just be
yourself here, lost in your thoughts and sensations."
"It reminds me of summer camp. My tent-mate and I found a very
private spot in a field outside the camp and would go and look at the
stars."
"Did you like camp?"
"Yes. No boys, of course. I was twelve and I was getting horny all
the time by then. God, was I horny all the time. Just like now!"
They both grinned but didn't make eye contact.
"I think everyone is having that problem." Heather probed, "So
what did you do about that at camp, I mean, the horny part?"
"Mostly just yelled at everyone. My tent-mate, well, she tried to
help, but I was scared and..."
"Help?"
"Well, she was fourteen and very uninhibited. One night, we were
looking at the stars and she pulled down her pants and began to
masturbate, right in front of me. I was surprised, but she just kept
up and after a while, had an orgasm. I was very inexperienced at that,
so I just watched what she was doing. I was even more surprised that
when she finished and calmed down, she left her shorts down and
suggested I do it too. I did it a little, but was nervous and instead
of it feeling good, I felt stupid. I was shaking so hard. She came
over by my side and just held me for a while and before I knew it she
was rubbing my chest and stomach and I started to relax and got very
turned on. She put her hand down my pants and it felt wonderful. But
after a few minutes when I didn't cum right away, she stopped and said
we should go back. Instead of helping me get over being horny, I was
just jumping out of my skin."
"Well, so?"
"The next day was the last day of camp and we left. We traded
letters a few times, then lost track of each other. High school and,
so far, college, have been very average for me. A few nice guys. I
still get horny but very nervous about sex. Listen to me, I hardly
know you and I can't believe I told you about that. At camp. I've
never told anyone about that night."
But Heather was a good listener and gave her a hug. "Nothing to be
ashamed about, I'd say. Horny girl meets horny girl with no boys
around and the good times begin. I can tell you a story about me. I
had a teacher in high school who was a real fox. Great shape, tight
ass, long legs. All the male teachers and most of the boys fell all
over themselves trying to get her attention and into her pants. But
she was into girls. Nothing overt, just, well, after awhile, we
figured it out. She walked the straight and narrow at school and with
the female students. I was surprised to find her to be a real turn on
for me and watched everything she did. The way her breasts moved in
her blouse, the way her underwear showed under her skirt. I had her in
two classes and a study hall and was horny all the time. Anyway, she
had to give a long speech one night at school, to all the parents. The
lectern was one of those great big things, dark wood, curtains around
the speaker from the side. Once they walked up to it, you couldn't see
anything of them from the audience except for the head and shoulders.
Well, I slipped inside and waited. She came in to give the speech and
about ten minutes after she started, I started gently blowing through
a straw into the gap between the buttons on her slacks. I don't think
she consciously felt it at first, but it started to get her hot after
a while. She finally reached down and rubbed her crotch a little and
then went on with the speech. When she rubbed again, a button came
undone and I could see some of her cunt hair through her panties. Real
low cut hip riders, they only just barely covered her crack. Boy, was
I surprised, but now I had an even better target, and concentrated on
her pussy directly, blowing a little harder. The second time I did it,
I heard her make a little noise and her hips twitched. I must have hit
a hot spot. By then I think she must have realized that something was
up, but she went on because she had to. I worked on her clit and it
started to push the very top of her panties out. She could help
herself, and gave herself another quick rub! I had her hot and
bothered now." "God, Helen, did she have a big clit! I've heard some
girls do. Mine is nice and just pokes out for all to see if I get it
hard, but hers wins the prize."
"Well, let me tell you, she was WELL endowed in that area. I would
pause, then blow. I was very excited myself, but then her clit pushed
out over the very top of her panties and stood up before me. It was
soaked too. Dark red and swollen. I blew hot, then cold air on it,
then wait, then shift to a different pattern. Her hips twitched and
twitched. I kept it up for twenty minutes and the whole lectern was
hot with spunk. She reached a break in the talk while they changed
slides or something. I impulsively leaned forward and pulled the clit
into my mouth and ran my tongue over it. Well, that did it. She had a
big orgasm right then and there. She shook all over and I could see
her stomach flatten and ripple as it took her. I let her go and slid
back into the lectern. Later I spotted her waiting in the parking lot,
so I went out an emergency exit on the other side of school."
"Does she know who did it?" Helen was very turned listening to
this talk.
"No. I've never told anyone about it till tonight."
"Well, that beats my friend in a field story."
"That doesn't matter. You shouldn't worry about exploring and
trying new things. As long as everyone is honest and no one gets hurt
and you stop if they say stop. Opportunities are everywhere."
There was a long silence, then Helen quietly asked, "What, I mean,
what did she taste like? Was it gross?"
Heather put her arm around her waist. "No. I always wondered what
it might be like, too. I even snuck a couple of tastes of myself, but
her juice was sweet and, well, sexy. I liked it!"
They suddenly both heard a voice, down in the path past their turnoff.
Then a second. Two of the other girls were moving down the path. As
they looked down between the rocks, the girls just came into view
between two boulders off a little way. Helen and Heather were
downwind, so the soft voices came to them, but they were protected.
They stopped and spread a blanket in the only clearing visible
from their position. "God, if Billy finds me out here with you."
"He should consider himself lucky you screw him at all. Hell, he
hasn't got a clue on how to fuck you right or you wouldn't still need
it so bad. Tonight, you horny bitch, you are going to have the top of
your head come off and Billy can take his cock home and fuck someone
else."
Without much motion, Heather and Helen moved close together to
watch the unexpected action. Heather, slightly behind Helen, had her
big breast pressed firmly into the back of Helen's arm. It felt nice,
but their attention was soon drawn elsewhere.
It was Joyce and Betsy. Betsy pulled the top off Joyce and without
much hesitation, ran her hand over Joyce's round tit. They moved close
and kissed, heads bobbing and moving around as their tongues moved in
and out and explored the hot cavities of each mouth. Hands worked and
clothes fell away.
Heather felt Helen press back against her. She placed a hand on
the small of Helen's back and went back to watching. Joyce went down
and pulled a nipple into her mouth. "Oh, baby, that is soooo good.
Good. Yessss. Goooood. Oh. Oh." Betsy was going to be a noisy one. The
sucking sounds came to them on the breeze. And with it, the swelling
spunky smell of hot pussy. Joyce moved over to the other breast and
slid her hand between Betsy's legs. Betsy moved them further apart and
continued to moan. "Ohhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhh. Put in another finger. Please.
More. More. Another. God, yes. More. Ohhhhh. "
Helen whispered, "This is getting me so hot. I can smell their hot
sex."
Heather rubbed her back and slid the back of her top up to expose
the skin, rubbing in circles. Helen relaxed against her. "Please put
your tongue in me. Give it to me. Put it in. I can't wait. Give me
that big snake." Joyce eased her down on the blanket and her legs
spread wide, pussy facing them. Even from here, they could see the
glistening of her wet cunt, now open and eager to be fucked. Joyce
positioned herself in a sixty nine position over her and lowered her
head. At once, Betsy began a constant whimpering chatter, telling them
explicitly of every move of Joyce's obviously long and experienced
tongue.
"Oh. YES. YES YES. Ohhhhh. Mmmmmm. Oh. Yes YES YES. Hot, so hot.
My clit, Ohhhhh. Deeper. YES. Do me. Do me. Do me. Yes. Oh my god.
Ohhhhhhh. "
Betsy's legs were now almost straight up in the air. Slowly they
wrapped around Joyce's head and pulled her into the steamy pussy.
Joyce's tongue slid deep inside, the pussy juice flowing over her lips
and over her face.
Heather was now drifting her hand alongside Helen's side, the
bulge of the ample breast just beyond Heather's finger tips. Helen was
trembling and twisted slightly to the right. She moved away and
without a word, pulled her top over her head, freeing her breasts to
Heather's grasp. The breast moved into Heather's hand and the nipple
moved under her thumb. She gave a deep sigh as the finger and thumb
closed over the nipple and stretched it slowly out, then down and
around. Released, a feather stoke, here, there, here again, back to
the nipple. A touch, a stroke, finally, at random, another squeeze.
The nipple went rock hard. Helen had never been so hot so fast. Her
eyes never left the back of Joyce's head and Betsy's legs, now back to
being straight up. Heather continued to stroke.
"Oh. OHOHOHOH.... I'm going to CUM....!" It was almost a shout.
Betsy bucked and Joyce stayed in place, sucking down the flowing cum.
The loud slurping, sucking sounds crossed to them on the night.
Heather shifted behind Helen and ran her other hand around to the
front and lifted the other breast, pulling her back against her legs
and chest. Helen's head was now between Heather's breasts, nipples up
and hard. Helen moaned softly.
Joyce continued to suck and Betsy whimpered. "Again. Again. Make
me go again. Oh, honey, you do me right. God what a bitchin' tongue.
What a fucking machine." It was an urgent non-stop babble, revealing
an unslaked, uncontrollable lust. Joyce again slid a hot very long
tongue inside her, then pulled her clit into her mouth and sucked.
Betsy was off again.
Helen whispered. "I need to cum too."
"Shhhhhhh. You will. Wait, baby wait. They might hear you." Betsy
was flying high, losing her mind. "Shit. Oh. Shit. SHIT. Don't, no,
not my asssss. Oh, please. Yes. YES. YES. I'm going. I'm going. I'M
unnnnnnnnnnn." The last a cry interrupted by a groan as her belly
pulsed and her breathing stopped. Legs straight up. they shook over
and over and finally, lowered onto the blanket. Betsy had passed out.
Joyce had fulfilled her earlier promise.
Heather slipped a hand down and unhooked Helen's pants. Her hand
traced to the top of the crotch and moved around. Slowly, the pants
were worked down and her pussy was exposed. Top unbuttoned. Heather
continued to moved Helen closer to orgasm. Joyce and Betsy got up
slowly and held each other in the night, kissing and stroking each
other. "Next time, it's your turn. God, that was GREAT. The hell with
Billy. You can have me ANY time, honey. That tongue is MINE." Blanket
rolled up, they kissed again and walked out of sight, back toward
camp.
Helen's breath was coming in short gasps and her hips jerked as
Heather's fingers moved over the pussy lips and the tip of a finger
parted them. The hot juice spread like honey and the red hot heat of
an inflamed pussy greeted her finger as it went in, one knuckle at a
time. Eyes closed, a groan escaped her lips and she started to speak,
"GoooooooOOOOOOO....." The orgasm tore through her and she shook and
belly flattened. The fire went up her spine and exploded in her head.
Heather could feel her own passion rise as Helen went over the
top, but she held her until her breath settled down and her eyes
opened and began to refocus. Heather kissed her. "I told you I would
make it happen for you."
They waited a while in the night, the wet slowing drying. Holding
each other. Finally, they returned to camp. Just at the camp edge,
behind the last boulder, Helen stopped and turned to Heather. Without
a word, she unbuttoned Heather's top and freed the globes. Leaning
down, she sucked each nipple until Heather's knees began to buckle and
her breath got ragged. Helen stopped, buttoned her up and said "You're
right, a little fun can't harm anybody. That's for something to
remember me by tomorrow while you're digging."
"Shit, I'm horny as hell now. How do you expect me to sleep like
this?" She was grinning broadly.
Helen hugged her and went on to her tent. Her pussy was still
soaked and the wet was exciting on her legs as she walked. Heather
slipped into her bunk and released herself with practiced fingers.
Her bunk-mate smiled and rolled over watch in the dark. Heather
was on her back and when the orgasm came, her back bent like a bow and
she gave a brief snort. Sleep finally came.
HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES PART 16 BY "RAMAPO"
Judy and Heather were assigned out on a fringe dig for three
straight days, well away from everyone else. They worked side by side.
Heather noticed Judy sneaking glances at her body, and the second day
began to wear very tight jeans, especially in the crotch. Her cunt was
nicely outlined and the seam creased the pussy lips nicely. A bonus
was the thrill it gave her when she walked around. Her tops always
seemed to become more unbuttoned after they reached the dig, and she
made sure Judy had a couple of sneak looks at her chest during the
next two days.
Judy turned out to be very nice and they chatted about all sorts
of things during the day as they worked. Slim, with firm, grapefruit
sized boobs that needed no bra, she used every opportunity to have her
tight butt in front of Heather. The conversations were light, but it
always came around to sex in the end. They shared some stories, but
the were sort of neutral in terms of the genders involved.
"I always just enjoy it. I love to cum. But rarely meet anyone who
will go slow and let it build up until, you know, you just loose your
breath and your brain explodes!"
"Some people have all sorts of special, well, skills."
"Well, I haven't had any surprises lately."
Judy was quiet. "Well, you never know when you can have something
unique happen to you, or by who."
"I guess you're right. Girls seem to know how to go slow and enjoy
things, though, generally speaking."
Judy was staring at a beautiful breast, nipple in full view
against the light fabric of the blouse. God, she got hot, blushed and
put her head down, trying to get her breath. She had to have this
woman.
That night was movie night and Heather and Judy picked a spot
to the rear of the group, in a place that was dark even when the movie
was playing.
After the movie was playing for a while, Judy moved her stool very
close to Heather's and slightly to the rear. Sitting back down, she
was now close enough to be only an inch from Heather's freshly washed
hair.
She placed a hand lightly on Heather's lower back and hooked a
finger under the waistband of her shorts. The movie continued. Judy
leaned forward and moved Heather's hair away from her ear and leaned
near enough for Heather to feel her breath on the back of the ear.
She felt a thrill go down Heather's back and moved her lips up and
nibbled gently on the edge of her ear. The tip of her tongue appeared
and she traced the edge of the ear, slowly working her way around and
around.
Heather felt another thrill and wished Judy would be careful. She
gave an involuntary gasp as the hot tongue slipped deep inside her ear
and squirmed around. It withdrew. Judy's whisper came, faint,
breathless. "Surprise. You hot, beautiful, luscious, horny bitch, I'm
going to make you cum in your pants. Then, I'm going to fuck you until
you cum on my face. I want your beautiful boobs in my hands and in my
mouth and you will eat me till I cum a bucket of cum and you drink it
all." The tongue returned, teasing, penetrating, retreating, teeth
pulling on the ear. Tongue up and down her neck. Heather's body
reacted to this tender assault by going into overdrive. Her nipples
rose and her crack was instantly wet. She tried to see if anyone was
paying attention to them, but her head was swimming with confusion as
the lust clouded her mind. Everyone else was deep into the movie by
now. and tongued the other eager ear, while a finger played and slid
in and out of the
Judy kept it up, moved to the other side, even more in the dark,
other one.
Heather's breath was ragged and she needed to moan, but suppressed
it.
"Please, you've got to stop. I can't stand this. I need to move."
"Turn toward me." She did and firm hands popped the top button of
her jeans, fingers exploring as they worked down. "Slide out your left
leg."
The pressure on her mons increased and she twisted left and slid
her pants down enough to get a leg out and pulled them back up. Anyone
looking back would only see cloth.
Her wetness gleamed in the starlight. Judy pushed a small kerchief
into Heather's mouth.
"Mustn't make noise." She was instructed. This was crazy. They had
to stop. She went to get up out of her chair, but Judy had moved
around and knelt, pushing the slim thigh to the right. Then, hot
breath preceding her wet mouth, her head was between Heather's spread
legs. As she kept her head and upper body turned to the screen, her
lower legs began to shake as Judy's tongue found her pussy and began
to lick the flowing juice. Heather's hot, copious flow made Judy even
hotter and she sank her tongue into the tight but eager pussy. And
now, Heather found out what made Judy special. Her tongue, freed of
it's normal restraint by a simple operation, flowed out of her mouth
until of it was deeper inside Heather than she could believe. And,
again, in an instant, it was withdrawn and other parts were sucked,
licked, teased and stroked. Heather, trembled and shook and gave a
very muted and astonished gasp of surprise as the penetration
continued, each renewed attack taking her a little higher, and
finally, built to beyond belief. It wiggled and retreated, only to
repeat the attack, sometimes deep, sometimes only at the edge. And she
still built.
And the movie ended and Judy stood up and stood close by Heather
to cover her naked leg. Her head was resting on Judy's shoulder. As
people passed, they smiled and Judy said, "Went to sleep twenty
minutes ago. I'll get her back to the tent as soon as I can get her
butt moving."
Actually, Heather was only slowly coming back down from her
blissful passion.
They just got Heather's pants back on after five minutes and Judy
continued to hold Heather.
"God, I need to cum."
"Let's go to your tent."
"Tish will be up."
"I doubt it, she never came to the movie."
They walked quietly to her tent and, pausing slightly, went in
alone. Tish was sleeping on her back, breathing deeply. Heather
reached back out, motioned, and Judy walked in behind her. Judy
motioned for her to peel her pants and top and lay on her cot, legs
hanging clear of the end from her pussy on.
A pillow over her head to muffle any sounds, and Judy returned to
between her legs, first removing her own shorts. Now, she returned to
this sweet pussy, with its dense black hair matted with cum, the wet,
glistening in the light, revealing the swollen lips, open to her
mouth. Her tongue traced the inner thigh and slowly worked toward the
honey pot. And then it found Heather's wanton hole and began the ever
so slow advance and retreat again, only this time, so slow that
Heather couldn't believe how hot she had become.
Quite on their own, as her lust would rise, her legs would rise
until they were straight up, then lower until they framed Judy's head,
heels resting lightly on her back. She was trembling, and, making
small noises and groaning into the pillow. Could this last forever?
She wanted this pleasure to go on and on and on. And Judy filled her
wish. With a care and gentle consideration, she never let Heather
build in a great rush, just a gentle slope, then retreat as the
pressure built in this luscious pussy, so wet, so tight, so sweet.
Tish slowly awakened and, as her head cleared, realized that
Heather was making quiet, passionate noises again, enough to awaken
her. God, this kid could sure get her hot. She wondered if she dared
to talk to her about how seeing her naked, or how hearing her get off
affected her. After all, it was a big surprise to her too.
But now, in the dim light, she began to realize that someone was
with Heather, eating her pussy as Heather, buried in a pillow, moaned
and groaned. Turning her head slightly, she lay there, watching the
live porn show in the next cot. And her own ardor rose quickly. Almost
unconsciously, a hand slide down, under the band of her panties, and a
finger tip began to roam.
Heather was only aware now of the snake of a tongue, on occasion
reaching further inside than humanly possible. Her lust was in
complete control as her pussy, spasmodically gripping the probing
tongue, triggered wave after wave of pleasure. Her back tensed and
released as Judy continued. Judy knew she had to give Heather release
soon. Her own fingers were busy, pulling on her nipples, then
spreading her own wet cunt and diving into the third knuckle, her
passion rising with Heather's. The sucking sounds filled the tent.
Tish, focused with great intensity on the action, could make out
the generous swell of breasts and turgid nipples on the person
ravishing Heather and knew it was another girl. The revelation both
shocked and excited her. The pace of her own rubbing increased.
Heather was starting to shake all over. As her legs rose, Judy
felt her own passion rising to take her and began to probe Heather as
deeply as her tongue would go. Heather groaned and thrust over and
over against this snake-like muscle of pleasure. And at long last, the
orgasm took her in a massive explosion of nerves, her breath caught
and she tossed and turned. Judy, timing it nicely, plunged a third
finger into her own ready hole and released as well. Her cries muffled
in Heather's cunt, she shook and cried out with pleasure.
Neither of them were in any condition to hear the muted series of
grunts from Tish as her breath was driven out of her in her own
intense orgasm.
It was quite some time before Judy was able to rise. Standing over
Heather, she smiled and kissed her on the cheek and covered her up.
She slid her own clothes back on, and looking over at Tish, lying
quiet in her bunk, pushed the flap back and retreated to her own bunk
for a few hours of needed sleep.
The next day, two new graduate students joined the group, a guy
and a girl. The girl was very nice looking, long, blond hair, small,
pointy tits and thin waist, swelling hips. The next day after that was
Heather's day off and normally would have had the camp to herself to
rest, relax, sleep, read, or whatever. Today, though, the new girl,
Linda stayed behind and as the morning wore on, they began to get to
know each other.
"Actually, I'm studying the changing sexual habits of students on
campus."
"How do you do that, watch?"
Linda laughed. "No, just give surveys and study the statistics.
Masters and Johnson I'm not."
"What kind of questions do you ask?"
"The usual stuff. Are you a virgin, how often do you have sex.
What is your sexual preference. Types of sex."
"You must hear some interesting answers."
"From time to time. I'm always surprised by who gives the more
fringe answers, though. I've learned you can't always judge the
package by the cover." She looked Heather up and down slowly.
Heather asked. "And what does my cover tell you?"
Linda paused. "Well, its a VERY nice cover. I'd say, since you
dress conservatively, you tend to be pretty straight in most
respects."
"Can I take the survey?"
"Sure, I'll get one from my tent. It takes about an hour." They
went over to Heather's tent and sat in the shade. Linda was right, the
questions were pretty straightforward, but soon they began to hit
snags.
"Have you every been to a sex club?"
Heather's answer brought her up short. "For men or women?" "Women?
You mean women only?"
"Women only."
"I've never heard of such a thing. Have you been to one?" "I
thought you were asking the questions here."
Linda blushed and they both laughed.
"Yes, I have."
Now Linda was really curious.
"Well, I am sworn not to every tell any details about who goes and
where it is, but, let's just say that I know a friend's Aunt with
unconventional needs and she's a member. She's made sure I got to
experience some of the better things in life. I was eighteen, a
freshman, and she asked me and her niece to go with her."
"And?"
"Well, it was a night to remember, I can tell you that." "Did you
like it?" The very thought of such a place got Linda aroused.
"To be honest, I loved it. They pamper you and do everything they
can think of to get you hot and bothered and keep you that way all
night. You have a partner, a woman, for the evening, and she attends
to your every need. And I mean every need, if you know what I mean,
even ones you never thought you had before you let them get their
hands, and other things, on you.
"And what were your needs?"
"I needed to get off in a major way within fifteen minutes of
walking in. And did they ever get me to cum. Hell, once I came in my
shorts just walking down the hall to go back to the porn movie." The
very memory of the night had Heather aroused as well, her nipples
extending and pushing her top up in two points. They both spotted each
others obvious signs of arousal and grinned at each other.
"Um, let's get back to the survey."
"OK, we definitely want to get finished."
"Do you masturbate?"
"Yes."
"Do you use any mechanical or passive aids?"
"Yes, and electronic, too."
"Electronic?" Linda paused again.
"Well, it would take to long to explain, and I don't have any of
that stuff out here, but there are some unbelievable products out
there, if you know who to contact."
"Describe the aids you use."
"We could be here all day. Why don't I just show you and you can
make notes?"
"I don't normally ask to see...."
"That's OK, I have them right here."
With that, she pulled a medium-size bag out from under the cot and
began to lay out the many devices she had with her. Linda was stunned
and very aroused to see the variety of fucking gear Heather owned.
And apparently used quite frequently. She had occasionally rubbed
herself with objects
in the room around her, but nothing even remotely close to this.
"I see you like my toys." Linda's nipples were rock hard under her
tight T-shirt, standing on top of her cone-shaped boobs, the were up
and proud.
"God, yes. I've never seen anything like this stuff." Her hand
reached out, shaking slightly, then hesitated. "Can I touch it?"
"Sure."
Each piece was handled and Heather explained its use. When they
came to the enormous double dildo, Linda picked up its considerable
weight and whispered, "God, this monster would rip you open."
"No, in spite of what you see, it actually... Well, beside size,
this honey has more surprises in it than you can imagine. To get it
in, you squeeze it down to be narrow on one end and then let it expand
inside for a nice tight, well, expanding fit. Then your partner does
the same thing. The fluid goes to the other end and then the fun
really begins. The fluid inside has all sorts of other special
properties. The heat inside also makes it swell up some more. It then
fits real tight, every nook and cranny, if you know what I mean, and
the feelings and movement inside each partner are transmitted to the
other."
Linda found herself hot as she continued to fondle the device. She
was imagining what it would feel like. Squeezing one end, she felt the
other end instantly swell in response. She could imagine what this
must feel like inside. She felt her pussy go wet and she looked down
and her nipples were still hard. She finally looked over at Heather.
She had been watching her reaction to the dong and her description
of how it was used. Heather licked her lips and decided to take a
chance. She reached over and took the tool from Linda and began to rub
it up Linda's arm. Linda trembled, but did nothing to stop Heather as
their eyes locked.
"The only way to really understand what I mean is to try it." The
black head moved over the tight nipple and down, and over to the other
tit, the tingles shooting to Linda's pussy, already very, very damp.
Linda had never made it with a woman, but had often wondered how it
would be.
Heather moved close and kissed her. Placing the tool on the cot,
she moved back to Linda and took off her top. Freeing her own swollen
rack, she put her hands around Linda's waist and drew her to her.
Linda's hard points pressed into Heather's and then the breasts
flattened into each other, pressing back firmly onto each rib cage.
The pressure was delightful.
Tongues merged and soon Linda was breathless. With the sensuous
kiss, all her reservations fled and she gave herself to this lusty
woman.
Heather took the lead and peeled Linda's slacks and bikini
underwear, then her own. They merged back together, pussies grinding
on each other. Linda was groaning at the contact of her erect clit on
the thick mat of hair.
Heather led Linda to the cot and removed a blanket, then arranged
Linda on her back on one end the blanket on the floor. Spreading her
legs, she picked up the tool and made one end very slim. Linda closed
her eyes as Heather, working very slowly and gradually, inserted the
now slim head inside, and, with slight in and out movements, worked
six inches inside. Linda's fingers traced the thick tool as she took
it, moaning slightly as her pussy expanded to take the invader. This
was more than Linda had ever experienced and her hips were bucking on
the tool.
"Now me. We lay apart with our legs inside each other, and the
tool joining us. Our pussies do all the work."
Heather squeezed very gently on the tool and Linda instantly felt
the swelling fullness stretch her cunt even more. Deep inside, the
bulbous head began to regain its size and Linda groaned a deep groan
as her belly rippled with passion, stretched with every nerve on fire.
Heather moved into position, and the her head of the tool popped
inside her slick cunt. Her hand shaking as she lay down, and very
gradually inched down until their pussies were still six inches apart,
with the swollen member now joining them.
Linda felt the pulses of Heather as her stretched cunt spasmed and
clenched the swelling dong. Her own pussy reacted and the pattern
established itself. Linda felt her passion rise and rise, with the
swelling dong stretching and teasing her, every nerve in her cunt now
protesting and exploding. As the minutes went by, both girls moved
deep in the heat of this fuck, hips twitching and their pussies, full
and wet, becoming more and more spasmodic. And they twitched on as the
dong worked in deeper and deeper, the six inches becoming five, then
four, gradually disappearing. Now the pussy lips, slick with cum,
pressed against each other and added their sensations to the
accelerating pace. Moans and cries of pleasure filled the tent. Their
fingers intertwined and they pulled on each other to thrust. Linda
could take no more and her babbling increased. "Oh, God. It is
sooooooo good. Good. God. Good. Oh, fuck. Fuck me. Yes. Yes. I need to
cum. I. cum. Cum. cum. YES! YES!. Ungh! UNGH! " She came in a wave of
spasms that drove the breath from her. Her pussy clenched the tool
with a tight spasm and the shock hit Heather's stretched and lust
filled cunt and her orgasm took her as well in a loud groan that
joined in with Linda's shouts.
As the passion receded, Heather kept Linda, exhausted from the
intensity of her orgasm, in position. Stretched and full, they lay
there, trembling. After several minutes, Heather's pussy spasmed again
in ripples of intense passion and gripped the dong. Linda's tortured
cunt, to her surprise, answered with a sharp squeeze of its own. Five
minutes later, they began to build up the pattern and the moaning
began again. It was over an hour later when, sweaty and exhausted,
they slowly uncoupled and embraced. The rest of the time of Linda's
stay in the camp, she would stop by and borrow various items for her
research, including, from time to time, Heather herself. She left camp
an expert in her field.
HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES PART 17a BY "RAMAPO"
The morning dawned bright and clear. Paula gave Heather a hug and
they bolted a quick breakfast, then went out to take care of livestock
and lock up the ranch. By mid-morning, Paula had rounded up the
requested items and gassed up the Jeep, and they were on their way up
a winding trail through the land behind the house. It was over an hour
before they entered a woods and finally came out along a beautiful
lake. They followed the trail and swung along the lake until they went
a short way up a hill and came upon a beautiful, two-story, unpainted
large summer house, with wrap-around porches. As they pulled into the
yard and parked the Jeep along side two other vehicles, a petite woman
with very short brown hair waved from the front door.
"That's Amy. She's my cousin. My other Aunt, Monica, will show up
sometime. Probably off with the guests somewhere. Let me introduce
you."
The introductions were cordial, with Amy being very friendly and
smiling. Only in her early forties, she was much younger than Heather
had expected. And very pretty, too. Trim figure, she was wearing a
skimpy halter top and short shorts. She had a deep tan that could only
have been gotten from nude sunbathing.
Amy sent Paula off with a wave to find Monica, who was somewhere
down on the lake fishing, and invited Heather in for a cup of coffee.
The house inside was laid out with a large common area that was
dominated with a huge stone fireplace on one end, door leading off to
several side rooms on two walls, and an upstairs balcony that went
around three sides of the house, with doors along each wall.
"Paula can give you the tour later."
"This is very beautiful."
"Thank you, we try to make it comfortable and make it a home away
from home."
Coffee in hand, they settled into a large sofa near the fireplace
and Amy spent the next hour talking with Heather, finding out about
her family and friends, her studies, and her views on various things.
"Well, you have told me a lot about yourself, so I'm going to let
you in some important things you need to know about Paula, and her two
Aunts. As you know, we are not really her Aunts, but when her parents
died in a car accident, I was at their house and only then did we find
out that I was the closed living relative who could take her." "I
never expected to have a family to raise, but I took Paula and moved
out here to the ranch. I guess you must have guessed that Monica is my
lover. Anyway, we have raised her and I believe that she has turned
out to be a quite beautiful, honest and open individual. How her
sexual preference turns out is totally up to her, as we have always
been careful not to push here one way or the other, just be
understanding that not all people are automatically one was or the
other. Some," she smiled, "decide not to decide and enjoy both sexes."
"Now about this cabin. Out here in Montana, people who find out they
are gay or bi-sexual have a very rough time, particularly the women.
This is a very conservative society, and being so few people, everyone
seems to know everyone else's business, so privacy is almost out of
the question. When Monica and I first arrived, we worked very hard to
get established as two straights with a young baby. We both dated
around a lot with the local men, but never let things go very far with
any one person. Got reputations for being down right picky about our
men."
"But we got invited to lots of parties and picnics and by and by,
got to know many of the women and wives. And discovered that there was
quite a secret gay and bi-sexual society out here among the women, but
almost never did any of them have a chance to act on their desires.
They were all very much in the closet. Hell, if they ever got caught,
they probably would have been killed." "So, Monica and I set out to
give them a chance to safely get some action. We bought this piece of
land and had this cabin built by builders from well outside of the
area. Then, we set out to supply it with all the things that a person
might like to have around, depending on their tastes. And after it was
here and we had used it ourselves for a year, we decided it was time
to run our first test. We had a little dinner one night for two
friends who we knew were gay or bi-sexual and after dinner, we sat
them down and very frankly told them what we had in mind. Total
secrecy, everyone else willing to help plan the covers, the way we
would get the place reserved in secret, and the rules of the road."
"They were amazed and were so excited. We planned an outing for
them to see the place, and they decided to take the chance. Over the
years, we have had quite a few ladies in on the secret, who help each
other have a night out, so to speak. Right now, there are two friends
here who spent the weekend and decided to stay an extra day. I have
asked them to stay down by the lake until you and I have had a chance
to talk. And now I have to ask you, can I trust you to keep our secret
and protect what we have here? I'm not asking you to leave, or have
relations with anyone here, but it is important for their safety that
I know how to proceed."
"I think it is wonderful that you have done this for everyone, and
risked your own situation to help all these people. I give you my word
that as far as I'm ever concerned, all I know about this place is that
you come up here to fish, swim, and read."
Amy gave her a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Paula
said you were a real find. She's very taken with you, I hope you
realize?"
"Well, she has a way of getting under my skin, too."
Amy laughed. "Paula and her toys. Which one was it last night?"
"Some kind of long tool, wider at one end. You put it in your rear
and then it starts to wiggle and move..."
"She really likes you dear. That is something she reserves for her
exclusive use up here when she is alone. At least up till now."
"What do you call this place?" They walked out on the front porch
and Amy placed a colorful flag in a holder. It fluttered in the
breeze.
"We haven't named it so far, have you a suggestion?"
"How about, 'Hole in the Wall'"
Amy laughed. "Well, that's one of the better ones so far.
Personally, I always said that if we built it, they would come."
Heather laughed. "I'll bet they do."
Amy smiled back. "You bet they do. And that leads me to rule
number two: You wash all you own bedding till it's spotless, or you
replace it."
"What's rule number one?"
"Come again."
Up the walk were four people approaching the cabin from down by
the lake. The first was a blond in her mid-thirties, nice tan and long
legs. She looked up and waved a greeting. The other walking along side
her was a little older, around forty. She had jet black hair, long,
pulled back in a pony tail. Her face was pleasant, with weather lines
from hours in the sun. She had a large boned frame and walked with a
purposeful stride.
Amy took the lead, as the blond came up the steps. "Karen, I want
to introduce you to Heather, a new friend of Paula's who's come up for
a few days. Heather is from the bone dig over on the bluff. You know,
they got stranded by the weather last night."
Karen smiled again and said, "Hi!" She seemed nice. But quiet. The
other woman had come up the stairs one step behind Karen and stuck out
her hand and said, "Caught the name Heather, right? Mine's Bonny.
Always a pleasure to see a new face up here." As she said it, she was
staring at Heather's ample bosom quite openly."
Amy headed her off. "Now Bonny, Heather is only here for a few
days with Paula, and then will be off to the dig or back to school I
imagine. I think we can allow her some quiet and relaxation." Now
coming up the stairs with her arm around Paula's waist was a very
delightful looking woman, also in her early forties. She had a
striking figure, well shown off in a two piece sun outfit. "Heather,
this is Monica."
"Well, hello everyone. I'm so glad to meet you all," Heather said.
A bell went off and Amy went inside while everyone else was
chatting away. She was back in a minute.
"OK, we have a bit of a problem. Bonny's husband called the
Stevenson's and said he'd stop over there for dinner on his way home
from the airport. I figure you can just make it. I know you've only
just arrived, but Paula, would you do the honors and do the driving.
Heather can keep you company."
In minutes, Bonny and Karen were in the back of a new Toyota off-
road vehicle with Paula driving and Heather riding shotgun. They went
out a completely different way than they came in, over a little used
trail, mostly weed grown. Ten miles later, they flashed out on a
minor, abandoned back road and took off at high speed toward the
setting sun. An hour later, they reached the outskirts of a small town
and Paula finally slowed from the blistering pace. They turned up a
side street and went along slowly past a small white framed house.
Bonny, who had been very nervous the entire trip and very quiet,
suddenly let out a breath of air and said, "We beat him. His car's not
here yet. Turn around and I'm out of here." She reached up and gave
Paula's shoulder a squeeze. "Your lead foot saved the day again."
In seconds, they had dropped her off and went on out of town a bit
further. As they did, a brown car went by and Paula said, "The
husband. We only just did make it." They dropped off Karen in the next
town at another house and turned around to leave. The cab of the
vehicle, all of the windows of which were darkened with very dark
smoky plastic, was lit up as Paula opened up the sun roof. They drove
along at a slower pace, hair flying around wildly in the air. Paula,
turning on the radio, suddenly grinned and said, "Hey, let's have some
fun." And with that, she let go of the wheel and pulled her top over
her head. Her large tits, spilling out of the hardly needed bra, were
jiggling in the bouncing vehicle. A quick reach behind her and the bra
fell away and the delicious boobs bobbed free. Heather remembered
their firm succulence the previous night and felt herself grow
aroused.
"You too, baby."
"Somebody might see and we'll get arrested." Heather protested."
But she was tempted, nonetheless.
"Not in here. That's why I had the windows darkened. Come on, get
naked. Here." She was reaching over, brazenly unbuttoning her blouse.
Her hand slipped inside and slid down inside the bra, still
restraining the right breast, and squeezed the nipple gently. It was
all the reminding Heather needed.
"OK, OK, but you keep your eyes on the road." Her top and bra fell
to the floor and she thrilled to the thought of riding with the sun
and wind streaming in through the sunroof. In the distance, another
vehicle could be seen approaching and she sat still, intent on
catching the driver's reaction to their splendid state of undress. But
the other car went by and the driver, a man, never even turned his
head.
"You're right, they can't see us." Heather said and relaxed a bit.
"But I can. Come over here and let me get my hands on those
beautiful babies."
Heather slid over and her thigh pressed against Paula's. Paula put
the truck on cruise control and lifted her right leg up over
Heather's, opening up her box to the wind and rotating her body
slightly to the right. Her firm breast pressed on Heather's arm. She
slid her right arm around Heather's shoulders and her hand reached
down and long fingers began to stroke Heather's breast and nipple,
already standing up from the friction from her hair whipping around it
and the cool air spilling in and over the sun-heated skin. The
sensations were powerful and she soon gave herself to the sensations
of lust and fire that began to course through her body. Her eyes
closed and a low moan escaped her now open mouth.
Her immediate arousal heightened Paula's already aggressive attack
on Heather and her hand stoked, pushed, and pulled the turgid peaks.
Heather was panting now, coming into real, undeniable heat.
"Ohhhh... Good.. Nice... Yes. Pinch it. Ow! Shit. Oh, that's good.
More. I'm so ready. Oh, I need it. Please. I need it. Stop the truck.
I need to cum. Please.. Ohhhhh." Several miles passed as Heather's
passion continued to build and Paula helped herself to the lusty body,
topless on the seat next to her. Heather's passion was driving her own
body to respond, and she felt herself lubricate.
"Do you want it?" She whispered in Heather's ear.
"Oh, yes. I want it. I need it. Stop. Hurry. Stop. Fuck me.
Ohhhh... Ummmmmmm."
"Let's wait till we get back to the cabin...", Paula teased
Heather.
"No. Now. Do me. Please. Oh, God, I'm so hot and ready. Do me."
"Pull down your shorts and get ready."
Heather did as she was told, her hands popped the button and the
zipper screamed as she pulled them down and off her hips. Her foot
tossed them against the cab window. Her panties followed a second
later. The crotch, darkly stained with the wet of her cum, added its
own musk to the atmosphere in the cabin as the wind spun around and
around. But the truck wasn't slowing and Heather pleaded again. Paula
had another idea. "We can do this while I drive. Stand on the car seat
out through the sunroof, facing the back. I'll slide over a bit and
it'll be a perfect fit."
And Heather, alarmed at the suggestion of being so openly exposed
to the world, began to protest, but the stroking, squeezing hand, and
her own need to get off overcame her protests and after another few
seconds, she emerged from the sunroof. No cars were visible in any
direction for many, many miles. Paula had slowed the truck down quite
a bit. By standing a bit sideways, facing the driver, and spreading
her legs, she presented an open target to Paula's eager tongue. Paula
slid over and, after first making sure she could see and steer safely,
guided Heather's left leg over her shoulder and began to lick the
sopping quim at her ready lips. The taste was delicious and she worked
her tongue deeper and deeper into the ready cunt at her mouth.
Heather, wind-whipped and nervous, felt the guiding hand on her
leg, raising it over the waiting shoulder. The rasp of Paul's probing
tongue cut off all other observations as her clit, already inflamed
from an hour of constant arousal, now felt the heat and grip of this
randy organ, sending shocks up her back. Her hips bucked and tried to
drive the organ deeper into her box. Her breasts were mountains of
pleasure as the wind pulled at the nipples and they bounced with the
motion of the truck. The tight skin pulled on the nipples and fire
spread across her chest and down her belly.
In only a few miles, she built up and rushed to orgasm. Her leg
tightened behind Paula's back, pulling the head into her crotch. She
involuntarily bent backwards, eyes closed, her hands, slid up her
lower body and came up under her engorged breasts, cupping them,
lifting them, and gripping the nipples savagely as the orgasm took
her. Her wild, pleasure cries were carried away on the wind and across
the open prairie on each side of the truck.
Paula, struggled to see and steer as the leg pushed her face deep
into the steamy crotch, but she knew from the unrestrained twitching
and bucking Heather was about to cum. Her right hand, till now behind
the small of Heather's back, traveled downward and the middle finger
dipped into Heather's honey pot and became slick with the copious
flow. It was withdrawn and Heather jerked again as it slid slowly, but
firmly into her ass. It stayed there, wiggling and adding to her
uncontrolled spasms, her hips jerking in reaction, driving the probing
tongue deeper into her pussy. In seconds, another orgasm followed the
first, driving her breath from her. Minutes later, her head still
spinning and her nerves still tingling from the explosive release of
sexual tension, she slowly slid back into the cab and lay propped up
against Paula, groaning and moaning. Her head in Paula's lap, slowly
the passion ebbed. Paula stroked her hair and back, her right breast
pressing down gently over the side of Heather's face. As Heather
became more settled, she turned on her back and sucked the pointed tip
into her hot mouth and began to gently wash the growing point with her
saliva and tongue. Paula felt the warm sensation and the rasp of the
tongue and her own lust began to rise strongly again.
Her voice was husky. "Shit. Hey, baby, we're almost at the turn-in
and I'm going to need to actually drive if we're going to get back to
the camp in one piece." The gently sucking continued, then, Heather
stopped and sat up beside her. Still naked, she fondled the jiggling
boobs as the truck wound up through the hills. Just short of the
cabin, they halted long enough to put their clothes back on, although
the bras remained off.
Parking the truck in the garage, they gave each other a big, wet
French kiss, finally stopping when both became breathless.
HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES PART 17b BY "RAMAPO"
They discovered the cabin locked and empty. Paula found the hidden
key and let them in. A note on the table from Monica said that they
had a call from the ranch and had to go back to take care of business.
They hoped they stay a few days and enjoy themselves and would see
them both later in the week. So they had the cabin to themselves. They
gave each other a big grin and headed off to get some dinner. It had
been morning since either had eaten anything (with the exception of
Paula, as she reminded Heather with a wicked grin) and they were
starved.
After dinner, Paula gave Heather the grand tour of the cabin and
the lake. The cabin was very beautifully equipped, with very large,
airy bedrooms with king sized beds. A large, very well sound-proofed
electric generator provided power without noise. The basement had a
fully equipped workout room. After the and cleaning up, they went out
on the porch and sat on a swing and watched the stars come out. The
evening air was much cooler now, and the very gentle breeze rustled
the leaves in the treetops from time to time. Heather finally moved
over to a chair and put her feet up on the rail. Paula moved over next
to her and perched on the high railing, feet on the deck. As they
talked, Heather began running her long fingernails up and down the
inside of Paula's long leg. Over time, the gentle trace raised an
urgent need in Paula to have it go higher and higher. She shifted her
legs apart, pressing the right one tightly against Heather's thigh,
opening up access to her honey pot. In the darkness, Heather could
hear her breathing grow more and more ragged as her caress went
higher. She finally stopped just a fraction short of direct contact
with the now very sensitive nerves, pulsating against the tight fabric
of her panties.
Not shy, she simply stepped out of her shorts and peeled off the
panties and said, "Higher. Do me. I need you to stroke me and eat me
and fuck me. Please, hurry. I've wanted you to do me ever since the
truck ride." She sighed as an index finger traced the outline of her
black, full bush, then, after some tentative probes, eased inside her
to the hilt. The finger pressed, turned, pressed, withdrew and began a
slow, tantalizing fuck as her cum began to flow like a faucet. Paula
was groaning now. A second finger joined the first, spreading the
pussy wider, demanding and getting entrance. Then, a third. The
groaning became a eager monologue of passion.
"Yessssss. Oh, God. That's so GOOD! Deeper. Yes. Fuck it. Fuck my
needy hole. Ohhhhhhhh...YESSSSSSS!!!" She was shouting now, her hips
bouncing on the railing, an arm around a porch post for support. Her
head was back, hair falling out and down behind her head, body
shaking. Heather leaned forward and knelt between Paula's legs and
smoothly replaced her plunging fingers with her tongue, sweeping up
the torrent of cum pouring from the lust of this sweet box, and
probing inside, driving Paula up, higher and higher. Her orgasm took
her in an intense grip, and stars exploded in her brain.
"OH! LICK IT! SUCK IT! LICK! SUCK! FUCK! FUCK! SHIT! SHIT!
IMGOINGIMGOINGGGGGGGG....!!!!! The last one continuous shout of
glorious passion and lust as she shook and trembled.
After that send off, they sat together on the porch for awhile,
then headed for bed. Heather's room was upstairs on the opposite side
from the one Paula would be using, they waved good night and she
closed the door. Able to take in the room with more time, she was
surprised to find that it was fully equipped with a VCR, television
fed from a satellite dish on the roof which she hadn't noticed either,
a good selection of books and VCR's, and a note reminding the occupant
that a full library of books and films was available off the basement
and to return anything she took out before she left.
A bit tired, she took a shower, letting the water cascade off her
back for a while, then toweled down and returned to the room and
slipped into a plain cotton nightgown left on the foot of the bed. It
fit very well, but didn't do anything for her shape. She turned down
the sheets and killed the lights, sliding into bed. AS she placed her
head on the pillow, she felt a hard object underneath, and pulled it
out. Turning on the light, she found a VCR with a note attached. It
was from Monica.
"Sorry we never got a chance to talk. A friend in the movie
business sent this along the other day and I think you'll enjoy it.
Let me know what you think.- Monica" The note said. The title on the
film was "The Best Laid Plans." Curious, she slid the film into the
VCR and started up the TV, adjusting the sound lower, she remembered
Paula telling her the rooms were sound-proofed. "You could shoot an
elephant in there and no one would hear the gun" were the words she
had used. She killed the lights again and the film started.
The scene was a very nicely furnished business ante-room, with
several hardback, stuffed chairs, side tables with coffee and
refreshments on one side of the room and other tables with brochures
and other papers on the other. As the camera panned the room, a door
at one end opened and several women entered, dressed in very nice
business attire, chatting as they walked in. The stopped at the table
and got some pamphlets and moved over to a corner. Other people
entered, all young women, very smartly dressed and slowly,
approximately twenty people filled the room. One of the women, a blond
with long, curly hair in a pale suit, moved around the room, checking
on everything and speaking briefly to everyone. As she moved away to
the table with the coffee on it, the doors opened again and three
women entered, the camera moving in for closer shots. Two of the
women, very pretty, we a little older than the rest and the rest of
the room watched them out of the corner's of their eyes. These were
clearly the boss and a client. The boss began introducing the woman
around the room with brief introductions. The other woman, dressed in
a very conservative dark outfit, with a single long, dark braid of
shiny hair, followed behind, introducing herself behind her boss. She
was the administrative aide to the client, who was doing her best to
avoid her. Finally, the aide, standing by herself looking a little
indecisive for a moment, turned and went over toward the coffee table,
coming up along side the blond, who did not look over. The camera
moved to the other side of the table and for the first time, the two
women were seen close up.
The brunette spoke first. "You are supposed to have some package."
She poured and stirred her coffee.
The blond smiled and turned. Even the suit couldn't hide the very
full figure. The blouse gaped strategically in front, revealing
striking cleavage.
"Nice of you to say so. I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage.
Hello, I'm Tina."
The brunette turned and started to say, "No, I mean.." her eyes
fell on the swelling bosom, long neck and beautiful face and she
stammered. Finally looking up, she said, "I meant, they told me to
pick up a package from you. I'm Sue, Miss Locklear's assistant."
Tina's face was suddenly serious. "I have to talk to you during
the break. Remember, I'm on channel 15 and the code is 'Snatch'.
Just then, another door opened and they all went into a darkened,
very plush high tech briefing room. Each person had a very plush, high
sided leather seat that they sank back into, almost completely out of
view of anyone else in the room. Small monitors on arms could be swung
in to only they could see the screen. A small key pad was attached to
each arm of the chair, with one-half of the entire keyboard on each
pad. You could type without moving your hands. Tina stood up and
welcomed everybody, then gave them a quick run down on the working of
the equipment.
"We will be giving you a full briefing on the services and
benefits for doing business with our firm. We hope you find it
stimulating."
She resumed her seat and the light dimmed further and a large
screen at the front of the room began to play an intro film. She kept
watch on her monitor and about ten minutes into the droning pitch, a
single word suddenly appeared.
"Tina?"
"Yes. Sue?"
"Yes?"
"I know you are in trouble."
"What do you mean?"
"I know about the tape Locklear has of you and your - friend. I
know she is using it to pressure you."
"How.."
"We have sources."
"OK, what do you want?"
"Aside from a good look at you without the jacket, I think I can
help you."
"I don't think anyone can help me."
"Look, talk to me at the break. I can explain. Believe me, this is
your lucky day."
The screen stopped blinking and the movie faded to a scene with
everyone coming out of the room for a break. After a bit, Tina came
over to Sue and Miss Locklear in the corner and offered to show Sue
how the multi-media room operated. They went back inside the briefing
room.
Tina pulled her up to the front of the room and started talking
fast. "Just listen. Your boss got my boss to set up this session so
they could film a porn show in here. My boss has hired a female hooker
to come in later in the show, under the table when no one can see, and
do a job on Locklear. They have the cameras set up to film everyone's
reaction to her getting off, especially you. She wants it as a keep
sake. Likes to know others are watching. My boss is going to keep a
copy of the tape and blackmail Locklear for the business. To add to
the excitement, she's having Locklear's coffee or whatever spiked with
a drug that will get her really aroused and believe me, when it hits
her, they could burn the building down around her and she would still
want it. When I did the background on your company, I ran across some
things that didn't add up and did some more digging and found out
she's got you under her thumb. It pissed me off, since they were going
to film me as well. So, if you are in, here's my plan."
"I've got the cameras set up to film everyone but us two. After
the incident is over, I have to go to the recording room upstairs and
make a quick copy of the tape for my boss to give to Locklear and give
the master to my boss. Well, we'll just run off two extra copies for
us."
"You've got to be kidding. In front of all these people she's
going to let..."
"Honey, when that shit hits her system, she's going to be begging
anything that moves to do her. Sue, are you in with me? I'll need your
help to make the copies so there won't be a delay."
People began walking back into the room. Tina began talking louder
about a few technical things on one of the keypads. Sue nodded her
head and said, "I think I understand. Thank you for sharing all that
with me. It'll take a few moments to take this all in and know what to
do."
Tina replied, "If there is anything I can do to help you, let me
know." In a low voice she said. "15 Snatch, I'll be waiting for an
answer." She touched the woman's arm. "Seize the moment, baby. Go for
it."
Sue headed for her seat and Tina ducked outside and ran into the
assistant who's job it was to spike Locklear's coffee.
"How'd that go? Mission accomplished?"
"No problem, just before you all took your break, I spiked the coffee,
just like she said. Put the whole bottle in, just to be sure!"
"Not the whole pot of coffee! Oh, my God!" Her mind raced and she
realized she had had a cup of coffee during the break. It would only
be a short while before she too would feel the effects of the drug.
Things were not going well.
Back in her seat, there was a message from Sue. "We have a big
problem. Locklear sent me a note saying she had the coffee spiked with
a sex drug to see what everybody's reaction will be during the meeting
and to take notes for future use! I had two cups during the break."
Tina didn't have the heart to tell her it was worse than she
thought. The briefing went on.
It was the first flush of heat that flushed her face and chest
that told her the drug was hitting. A mild feeling of arousal was an
added effect and within moments, she felt a growing need to be
aroused. Her nipples rose and pushed her blouse up in distinct points.
Nipples that needed to be squeezed and stroked. Her hand was
involuntarily reaching up, cupping the breast, long fingertip sliding
up and around the hard tip, probing and tweaking the tender flesh. The
friction sent a flame up her spine and she gave a slight gasp.
Across the way, Sue was in even worse straits. Her head was pushed
back into the plush chair, mouth slightly open, and her top was now
unbuttoned, with a hand boldly slipped inside her blouse, a nipple
firmly grasped and being worked. Her body was pulsing in reaction to
the stimulation. Her other hand was tracing the inside of her thigh,
pushing her skirt up higher and higher.
HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES PART 17c BY "RAMAPO"
As another minute went by, everyone in the room was squirming in
their chairs, out of sight of the others. One girl pulled her blouse
open and popped a firm breast out of its cup and kneaded the firm
flesh in strong, urgent pulls. Her eyes were closed and her face was
flushed with passion.
A loud groan filled the air. Hardly anyone noticed. Tina was
gripping the edge of her chair, fighting the reaction. She had to hold
on till this was over and get that film. A note appeared, "Hold on,
don't give in to it. I'll be right back."
Sue was in a bad way. A very controlled person, she was sitting
very still, eyes half closed, and kept licking her lips. Her blouse
was open and her nice chest almost exposed, but she was starring at
the message from Tina and gripped the chair harder.
Tina slipped outside and found a small woman, slim figure and
short hair, waiting, sipping a cup of coffee. "Are you Carolyn?" The
woman nodded. Tina was starring at the cup of coffee. "Nice coffee,
it's my second cup!" Tina rolled her eyes and asked "Do you understand
your instructions?"
"Well, I'm supposed to slip into the room and get under the table
and then lap up this woman until she cums, right? You want lots of
noise, or just do her quick?"
"Lots of noise. Make her beg to be finished. As out of control as
you can manage. Here is your fee. Cash, small bills as you asked. I
slipped another thousand in there." The woman's eyes widened.
"I'm counting on you to make this woman give us a real show. She
wanted to put the screws on everybody else, but we're turning the
tables on her and screwing her instead."
"Well, sounds like fun. Let's get started."
Tina gave her directions on who was sitting where, and went back
into the room and resumed her seat. A minute later, the door opened
briefly and closed. No one noticed.
Tina tapped a couple of keys and the video picture of Locklear
appeared on her screen above the message area. She flashed the picture
onto Sue's screen as well. Sue saw the screen change and began to
watch. In moments, you could see Locklear smile and shift around in
her chair, smiling. Soon, a leg lifted up over the arm of the chair
and the back of a head was visible. In only seconds, her eyes closed
and her head leaned back and her mouth opened. The head was moving and
bobbing as she worked on Locklear's plush pussy. Sue's hand moved back
inside her blouse and lifted her breast up and out of the bra cup and
squeezed the nipple. Her eye's never left the screen.
Her screen beeped and beeped again. A message appeared. "Follow me
outside through the side door. We need to go to the control room. If
you read this, signal OK and erase this message." Sue typed OK and
pushed enter, then clear. Across the room, Tina was moving along the
wall and suddenly pulled open a door that was invisible. She looked
over at Sue, who left her chair and followed. No one was watching them
as they slipped out together. They went up a flight of stairs and
entered a door at the top. The small room was full of video screens,
each showing different people. The camera was focused closely on
Locklear. A microphone in her chair was picking up the sounds of her
lust.
"Oh. You wonderful bitch. Eat me. Please. Eat me Oh, yes. Oh." She
hissed. "More, more. Please. I can't stand this. Oh." Carolyn was
licking the inside of her thighs, now very wide open, both legs over
the arms of the air. Her long tongue worked its way up to the dark mat
of hair and disappeared inside the very visible pink hole momentarily,
then spread a slick trail of saliva and cum down the other thigh. As
the tongue flicked inside, Locklear would jerk and moan.
"Oh, shit. That's good. Tongue. Wet tongue. Give it to me. Tongue.
YES! Lick it! Deeper! Oh, God, Deep. Deep. Lick it!" The hiss was
becoming louder. Locklear's back was bent and her head was back. The
head moved down her leg again. Her pussy was open like a flower, slick
and wet.
Her hands pulled open her blouse and two nice breasts bounded into
view. She cupped them and kneaded the tight nipples. "Ungh. Please.
cum. I need to cum. I have to cum. Please lick me. Yes. Yes! YES!!!
LICK! SUCK!! YESSSSS!!!" She was yelling now. Under Tina's guidance,
the camera moved down and followed the long tongue in and out of her
hole. The lips closed over the turgid clit and pursed and sucked, then
released the bud, licking around it. The hips jerked and thrust. And
the head moved away again.
Tina and Sue were spellbound, standing side by side, watching the
screen. Tina's arm went around Sue's waist and then they turned and
kissed, very passionately. Sue's lips moved up to Tina's ear and
whispered "My package wants to fuck you. Please fuck me." A tongue
went in and around Tina's ear. Tina kept trying to control the camera,
to keep the action in focus. Her eye's kept closing as the hot tongue
sent shivers down her spine. Hands were pulling her skirt off, pushing
it down. Then her blouse fell away and the bra followed, her two ample
breasts, topped with large nipples standing up like thumbs swaying
gently as they were released.
Sue stepped back and her clothes fell to the floor, then she was
back behind Tina, her firm breasts flattened into Tina's back, Tina's
cheeks pushed into her twat, her arms encircled Tina's trim waist and
came up under the plush, full breasts and lifted and kneaded them,
long finger nails raking the surface of the tender orbs. Tina groaned.
"We have to wait. Please, we have to get this on film. Oh, We
can't fuck this up now. Oh God, that's so nice. Please." Her pleading
did nothing to stop Sue's assault. A hand wandered down into Tina's
bush and pressed and pushed the tender, swollen flesh. Tina's legs
separated slightly and a finger found it's home inside to the second
knuckle. It re-appeared, wet and slick from the copious flow, and
disappeared in a steady rhythm.
"Sue, oh, God. Sue. Watch the screen." Sue came around from the
rear and they turned to each other and her hand went immediately back
to Tina's bush. She turned to face the screen.
On the screen, Locklear was gasping for air, thrusting in a steady
pattern against the tip of Carolyn's tongue, kept just out of full
reach of the hungry pussy. The tip of the tongue would brush the top
of the now very visible turgid clit, and a shudder would go through
Locklear's body. "OH. OH. OH. Shit. Crap. Shit. Oh. Oh. OH Ah Ah AH
AH! AH!" Her tail was slapping the leather chair beneath her buns. Her
twat was now fully spread and Carolyn was moving her head around, the
tongue never touching the creamy pussy in the same place twice in a
row. Locklear moaned over and over. Now she was a horny, lustful
little girl, totally under the control of this torture, and all
pretense of acting gone. "Help me. oh oh OH! I. OH. cum cum I want to
cum I need to cum Oh SHIT!!! Please! Oh, Please!" Sue sank two fingers
in Tina's hole. Tina groaned. "Oh, yes. Fuck my box." The fingers
worked, in and out in a slow paced rhythm. "Ummmmmm." Her hips were
thrusting to meet each insertion. Her concentration was almost totally
gone as this sex pot drove her reserve from her. The heat in her belly
spread up her and she could barely stand. Her free hand traveled over
Sue's breast and arm, then reached down and found Sue's very wet hole.
Tina's eyes closed and her mouth opened with a deep groan as two
fingers sank far into her, trapping the tender clit between them.
Standing there, fucking each other, the cries from the monitor
brought their unfocused eyes back to the screen, to a Locklear gone
beyond pleading. Only small squeaks and gasps of air were coming from
her, her tail lifted high off the chair, her head was thrashing back
and forth, her breath coming in explosive gasps. And then, Carolyn
finally took her to the top, her cock-tongue sliding deep inside,
working and plunging in and out in a rapid fashion. "Coming. I'm
Coming. OHohOHohOHohOOOOOOOOOOImCOMMMMMMMMMMMMMM....!! It ended in a
long drawn out shout. Her hands back behind the top of the chair, her
pussy thrust over and over into the waiting, driving, hungry mouth of
Carolyn. And then, as her body shuddered several times, she fainted.
Carolyn made a big production out of licking up the steady flow of cum
pouring from the quivering pussy. Heather's hand had reached down and
a long middle finger was working its way in and out of her now
slippery cunt. The torrid sex on the screen, obviously not faked and
beautifully photographed, had quickly aroused her, in spite of how
tired she had felt only minutes before. Her clit was reaching up and
out between the slick pussy lips. The back of her thumb began to
stroke its underside as it rose steadily, reaching several inches and
tingling. She began to shudder and felt her chest tighten. Another
finger joined the first as she fought to keep her attention on the
screen.
On the screen, Tina and Sue were kissing in a deep, messy, very
wet French kiss as their fingers continued to pump their passion
higher. Tina broke free with a gasp and turned to the equipment. Sue
slid her tongue into Tina's ear as Tina slid a blank tape in a copy
unit and backed up the first tape. As she did so, Sue moved behind her
and her hand went down, a thumb pushing the cheeks aside, and fingers
finding a home once again, thumb resting on top of the puckered
asshole. Tina moaned loudly and leaned over the console, her butt
projecting and her legs far apart. As the camera rolled, the thumb
pressed and retreated, sloppy fingers trailing wet cum onto the tender
hole, and the thumb returned, pressing down and disappearing to the
first knuckle. Tina whimpered. "Oh! It hurts a little. OH. OH!!" The
thumb went in to the hilt and was beginning to flex and turn a little.
The other fingers went deep into the waiting pussy and began to pump
harder and faster. Tina was in ecstasy as she shook and trembled from
the lust racing through her body. Sue's hand continued to pump.
Somehow, Tina reached out and started the first tape copy running.
"My God, I'm going to CUMMMMMMM!!!!!!!" She bucked and the probing
hand worked hard and fast. A flood of cum ran down the soaked lips.
Sue slid underneath and began to lick, as the camera recorded the cum
flowing onto her tongue. It licked for a minute, sometimes deeply
entering the still inflamed cunt as Tina moaned loudly.
Heather's well practiced hand slowly spread her slick cum up and
down her tense clit, electric sparks racing deep into her pussy,
causing muscle spasms deep inside her belly. She slowed her own pace,
forcing herself to wait till the movie was finished. She didn't
realize her own quiet whimpers were joining those of the movie.
Tina finally stood up and pulled Sue up to her, she turned her
around and pushed her back over a small table in the middle of the
small room, as she leaned back, Sue opened her legs and wrapped them
around the approaching head as Tina plunged her tongue into the lush,
black box without waiting. Tina was eager for this, needing release,
wanting this horny bitch to fuck her so badly. She had never been so
horny in he entire life. The tongue went into her hole in plunging,
stabbing thrusts and her head began to rock back and forth. "Fuck my
package. Fuck it. I'm so hot for this. Yes. Oh, Fuck Me fuck me. Oh,
Yes, you hot bitch, fuck my package. Yes. Oh. Yes. Oh. Oh. Gooooood.
Ummmmm. So goooood! Gooooooodd. Ohhhhh. OHHHHH!!!!. I'm going to cum.
Lick me. Harder. Lick it. Suck it. Suck it. Yes. YES. YES. SUCK!
SUCK!!! SUC.....!!!!!" She came, legs wrapped around Tina's head,
hands entwined in the thick hair, pulling her harder into her
throbbing, pulsing cunt. Her tight breasts were thrust up between her
arms, the nipples rising and becoming very hard as she orgasmed.
Heather wanted the movie to end so she could cum, but it wasn't
over. She raised her legs and suddenly noticed the velvet loops
sticking out of the wall just over her head. In seconds, she placed
her ankles in the loops and her legs were now up next to her ears,
pressing down on her rock hard nipples and pushing her breasts down
against her chest. Her pussy was wide open and very easy to reach. Her
hand continued the slow teasing, with a third finger joining the first
two, forcing the cunt open more. A trickle of cum spread down and over
her tender asshole. Through her legs, she continued to watch the
movie, through lust blurred vision.
Tina stood back from Sue and ran her hands up over Tina's body,
pinching the still hard nipples, then leaned down over her, pussy to
pussy, and kissed her. Their hips ground against each other. Clearly,
they were both in heat again. Then Tina got up and quickly changed
tapes and started another copy. As she did, the door opened and
Carolyn stuck her head in.
"Hell, how do you get out of this place?"
"Come in. You did a beautiful job on the bitch. We got it all on
tape."
"Well, she sure was hot. And she got me hot too. I can't believe
it. Looks like she got you both horny too. I'm the pro and, yes, I'm
still horny!"
Tina gave her a hug and a kiss. Carolyn said. "Hey, let's finish
off today with a group bang. I want to pay you back for that great tip
anyway." Her clothes came off quickly, revealing a very beautiful
body, particularly a very plush bush.
In seconds, she climbed up on the table and knelt over Sue's face,
with her pussy just above Sue's mouth. Sue didn't hesitate, and her
tongue began to fuck the waiting cunt. "Good. Good. Deeper. Good. Oh,
honey. Fuck me good!"
Tina climbed on the table and backed up to Carolyn's waiting
mouth, as her tongue slipped inside Tina's own waiting slick box. Tina
went down and began to eat out Sue. Hands slid up and down bodies,
lifting and teasing nipples to life. Moans filled the air as heads
lifted and surged forward, tongues lashing the insides of their eager,
flowing pussies.
Heather's middle finger left her cunt and reached down and pressed
slowly into her ass, then her thumb went into the pussy and she pumped
both holes. She'd never make the end of the movie as the tempo
increased at an alarming rate.
But she did. They all finished together. Heather's back bent, lifted
clear of the bed, her head went back and she shuddered again and again
as the orgasm ripped through her and a flood of cum poured onto her
hand and down into her ass as the slick finger continued to add to the
pleasure. The slick flood trickled into the dark hole as her thumb
continued to move in broad circles, pushing the every widening opening
to a larger size. On the film, unseen to Heather as her orgasm gripped
her in another wave of intense pleasure, Carolyn came with a great
gasp and groan, her tongue still buried deeply into Tina's quim. The
vibration set off Tina, who pumped her head rapidly into Sue's tender
hole in a grunting reflex and Sue joined them in ecstasy. As they got
down, Tina stumbled to the copy machine and gave each a copy of the
tape, plus one for herself. They put their clothes on, exchanged phone
numbers and everyone left the room. The camera panned to the monitor
of Locklear just coming to in the now empty room, looking very
confused. Finally, she just smiled and put her head back on the chair.
A hand wondered to her box. The credits rolled as her moans began to
fill the screen amid a closeup of her fingers pumping into the swollen
pussy.
The next day was one of swimming and sleeping. After dinner, they
went back on the porch and sat in the swing for a while. They spent
several hours tracing the flow of each other's back and arms,
sometimes wandering down and around their tits. Heather sat behind
Paula for a while, tickling her back and ass. Then Paula went inside
and returned with a wicked looking device, with two elastic straps
that were attached as loops. Another double dong, one end somewhat
short and thick, the other almost eleven inches long and slender and
softly flexible, with a small bulb on the end. A thin soft rubber
plate separated them and the elastic straps were attached to the
plate.
Paula began stripping Heather eagerly. "Come on, I want you to
butt fuck me with this. My aunt gave it to me for my birthday and told
me to only use this with someone I completely trust. That's you. I've
always wanted to try this and tonight's my chance."
"It's awful long. Are you sure?"
"Well, we'll go slow and if it hurts, we'll stop."
Their clothes off, Paula began to kiss Heather and stoke the
jutting boobs, pulling and gently pinching. In only moments, Heather's
low level of arousal began to and she soon was very hot and ready to
proceed. She sat on the swing and slid her legs into the straps and
eased the thicker dong up to the entrance of her pussy. Paula sat
beside her and, continuing to kiss her, helped to ease the head into
the entrance of the moist crack and worked it, a gentle finger sliding
around it, dipping into the hole and wetting the rubber, each gentle
push driving it deeper and deeper into the now very wet hole until
Heather was panting and moaning slightly. Fully stuffed with pulsating
rubber, Heather then reached between Paula's legs and stroked her
pussy until it too was slick with cum. The thick dong was now buried
deep inside Heather and she was humping eagerly, meeting the slight
thrusts of Paula's hand. Judging the moment right, Paula stood up and
leaned her on the porch railing, her firm tail jutting back and level
with Heather's hips. Aiming a bit lower, with Heather's hand as a
guide, the slim dong slid easily up into the waiting pussy, Heather
being careful to ease it in slowly, but going deeper and deeper. Now
that it was wet and well lubricated, she pulled it out and pressed the
small bulb against the pink entrance to Paula's dark tunnel, the wet
of the lubrication easing the way, Paula began rocking her hips back
and forth as Heather, pressing firmly but slowly, began to find the
pressure on the long dong caused the thick dong buried in her to shift
and swell, stretching her nerves and causing her hips to twitch,
breaking her concentration. Her lust grew in leaps and bounds and she
wanted to hump. At last, the bulb pressed home and two inches slid
inside before Heather could halt the thrust and pull back slightly. A
shudder went through Paula and she groaned..
"Oh. It went in. I feel it up in me. Ohhh.."
Heather began to work the dong in and out very slowly, with her
own pussy trying to force the pace as the fat dong worked her steamy
hole as the friction from Paula's tight butt pulled hard on the dong
on the out strokes and created friction thrusting back on the in
strokes.. In spite of the slow, measured pace, four inches were soon
inside Paula and she was beginning to push back involuntarily to meet
each new thrust. She found the deep penetration in her unexplored back
channel very arousing and she moaned again. Five inches and now she
groaned loudly as her arousal grew. Six inches and her hips began to
thrust and meet the tool eagerly, pulling it from side to side as it
slid in and out.
"Heather, this is good. My cunt is wet." She was panting now,
grunting slightly each time the dong plunged home and her ass slapped
against Heather's belly. "I'm getting very horny. Oh, God. How deep...
is... that...? It's soon good. More. Please. Give me more. Go faster.
Faster. Ohhhhh... Yes. Yes. That's... it...
Eight inches were buried in the dark tunnel and Heather was now
thrusting with some vigor as her own need began to take away her
ability to control the pace. Nine inches.
"Aggggghhhhh... Yes." Breathless. Gasping. Grunting. "Yes. More.
Oh. More. I'm going to explode I'm so full. My ass is so FULLLLLL OH
GOD!!!"
Ten inches. Heather was panting and her hands reached out and
gripped Paula's hips for better leverage. Her lust taking her, she
began to pound the dong home. Her eyes closed as the thrusting shifted
into automatic. There was no stopping now. Both women were hot and
sweaty in the night air, the smell of hot pussy filled the air, but
they were deep in the drive, oblivious. And the dong sank out of
sight, and Paula's butt was slapping on Heather's legs.
Paula eyes were unfocused and her head was thrown back as she
groaned and groaned and thrashed and met each thrust with a vigorous
push back of her own. Her luscious very firm tits bounced and jiggled
in a spastic motion as her body jerked and heaved.
"God. I'm so hot." She panted. "Oh, Yes! Fuck it. I think I could
cum!" She exclaimed in surprise and excitement, as she felt the wave
to tension spread through her body, starting with her ass and gripping
her pussy. "Honey, fuck me. Fuck Me Harder!.. God. I could cum. I
could cum!" She was shouting and panting, breathless. "Yes, I'm
coming. I going to cum! IMCUMINGGGGG!!!!"
And not a moment too soon, as Heather continued to thrust as her
own orgasm took her in a shuddering wave of heat and nerve pulses. Her
pussy clamped down hard of the dong and both girls continued to slam
against each other, the slap of hot flesh on flesh carried out into
the night. Her loud groan joined Paula's as she released a fountain of
cum in a rush, running down her leg, hot, then cooling in the night
air.
They stood there shaking, still joined by the double dong for some
time, then Heather started the action again, very slowly. Paula
groaned, but didn't protest, as her slightly sore tail spasmed and
pulled on the dong. It was a slow, measured fuck once again, taking
much longer than the first, but Paula's pussy filled with quickly with
cum and it ran down her legs as her sexual tension increased. The
night filled with groans and moans and they began to thrust more
sharply. The sweat glistened on their bodies in the moonlight. And
again the great rush and the tension racked body of Paula began to
cause her to twitch and moan as she came in an explosive orgasm more
intense than anything she had ever experienced. Her body bent back as
she left the railing and Heather reached out and cupped the boobs and
gripped the nipples tightly as they pumped and swayed in the night
air. It was some time before they calmed down and finally headed for
bed. The long double-dong was carefully cleaned and placed in the
drawer with all the other fantastic other sex tools.
HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES PART 18 BY "RAMAPO"
An evening at the movies would be good relaxation, as the two
seniors down the hall suggested. Pam and Gloria were roomies from
their Freshman year and were known to be real cutups. Pam was of
medium height with jet black hair, cut short, flowing full boobs,
narrow waist and full hips. Her thin thighs displayed a full crotch
gap, particularly when she wore tight jeans, which she mostly did and
was wearing tonight. She liked this pair in particular because the
crotch seam was pulled deep into her ass and up into her pussy,
parting the lips and pushing the silk of her panties a considerable
distance into her, letting her hooded clit just barely touch the
material from time to time. The sparks were jumping to her stomach as
they walked.
Gloria was much smaller in every way but one. She had a real full
set of tits that were all out of proportion to her almost childlike
body. And the firm, jutting nipples, always swollen like cherries,
were pushing out, always visible through a bra, blouse, or whatever,
thumbs tenting under the cloth. She usually wore coverups as much as
possible when out, but tonight was girls only and she wore a tight,
thin sweater and a flimsy bra that let her boobs ride high and bounce
like a firm Jell-O and she strode to keep pace with Heather and Pam.
Their heavy weight felt good as it flexed and tugged on the skin of
her upper chest. In the cool evening air, her nipples had hardened and
her sweater, in a losing battle, strained to control their bulging
hardness. Heather walked between the girls and found herself drawn to
watch their heaving jiggles. Gloria caught her watching and just put
her arm around Heather's waist and they walked on, Heather's own firm
high tit pressed into the top of Gloria's swaying boob and Heather
could feel the heat rush through her breast and her face flushed. Why
was she so suddenly sure that the movies would be more than "than just
the movies"?
They went past the movie district and turned onto a business
street that had storefronts lined up, and upstairs apartments, a part
of town Heather had never seen. They stopped at a door to a walkup and
went inside and up the stair. At the top was a small window in the
wall and they each paid five dollars and went down the hall. A small
sign was posted outside a curtain that was dimly lit and read
"Tonight's Film - Jane's Church Welcome'." It sure didn't seem like
much of a movie. Church? Boring!
Pam and Gloria pushed her through the curtain and inside was a
long room with a screen on the end wall. Instead of normal movie
seats, there were comfortable lounges and sofas placed so that you
could really kick back and still see the movie. In the very dim light,
Heather could make out several other couples here and there, but they
headed to an empty sofa near the back and plopped down, Heather still
in the middle.
She looked at Gloria with a questioning glance and Gloria leaned
close and whispered in her ear "Lesbian hangout - great way to relax.
But we can relax and just watch the show. OK?"
Heather whispered back, "Sure - just a bit of a surprise, that's
all. I mean, I have wondered if you two were more than just roomies."
Pam leaned over and said quietly, "Gloria and I are bi, and well,
sometimes we come here just to have a few laughs and relax. We can
leave if this makes you uncomfortable. If you want, we can go do
something else."
"No, this is fine. I haven't seen you two being very close in
public, though. You had me pretty well convinced everybody might be
wrong."
"Well, we aren't trying to fool anyone. We just enjoy each other
from time to time. Gloria is a great lover. She can get me so hot I'll
just do anything for her or to her."
"Really? Your study breaks must be interesting!"
"Sometimes. Listen, one night after we had studied half the night,
she came over to my bed in the middle of the night and started sucking
on these big jugs of mine while I was sleeping and by the time I got
very awake, the bed was soaked and I was humping her hand and just as
I came, she leaned down and stuck her tongue up my pussy. The only
thing that kept me from waking up the whole dorm was that she had put
a pillow over my face and I grabbed it and yelled into it. I know my
breasts are big, and most women who are big don't have very sensitive
nipples, but I'm an exception there. And she knows it."
Heather said, "My tits are real sensitive too. I didn't know big
busts usually aren't sensitive. Gosh, Pam, I just love the way your
big boobs bounce and jiggle. They are very beautiful to watch. Must be
a real mouthful!"
"Thanks. I've watched you all year and I love yours too. Except
when I'm having some hot sex, mine are a big pain most of the time
because I can't find anything to wear."
A voice from the curtain said. "Movie starts in five minutes. It
just got delivered."
"Well, we might as well get comfortable." Pam said. She put some
pillows at the end of the couch and swung around and slid down so that
her feet were up and her head was in Heather's lap.
Heather had no place to put her left hand except on Pam's
shoulder. Pam didn't hesitate, but just reached up and pulled
Heather's hand down inside her sweater and over to her right tit.
Heather hand tingled to the silky touch of the swollen warm flesh, the
swollen knob on the end pushed her fingers apart. Pam just smiled up
at her and then she turned to watch the screen. Gloria also turned
away and leaned her back against Heather from the right. Heather
noticed that her jeans were loosened, midriff bare, with the top of
her panties showing, so she put her hand on Gloria's hip, with the
warm skin of her side under her palm. These were two very relaxed and
free young ladies, these were.
Almost by reflex, her left index finger was stroking the nipple
Pam presented to it and it rose further and wrinkled. The movie
started.
Short credits were followed by scenes of a moving van pulling away
and a young, blond woman going into her new house. She began moving
boxes around and straightening things out a bit. Upstairs, she made
the bed and hung up some clothes. Then, she took a shower and plugged
in the TV on top of a packing box and watched some TV. Just then the
phone rang.
It was a church society calling, a member having noticed she just
arrived and, not seeing any men or children there to help, wondered if
she could use some assistance moving. A brief conversation ended and
she wandered upstairs and quickly took a shower and pulled on a clean
T-shirt and jeans from a suitcase. Just as she finished, the doorbell
rang and off she went to the front door.
Two young women greeted her, with some food and a box full of
cleaning equipment. They were a brunette and a redhead, both dressed
in sweatshirts over T-shirts and jeans. After introductions, they went
into the living room and sat for a minute and chatted.
Linda, the blond owner of the house wore no bra, and her nice,
round tits filled the T-shirt and caused it to strain a bit under the
arms. One of the other woman, Karen, the brunette, kept glancing at
Linda's swollen chest and started to lick her lips. But, they got up
and cleaned and straightened for a while. Linda went upstairs and
began putting things up on shelves in the closet and the first church
women, named Lisa, came in to help her. Linda was up on a short ladder
and Lisa stood beside her and handed things up. Several times Linda
wobbled and Lisa grabbed her hips and held her tight, Linda's crotch
only inches from her face. Lots of sexy looks were given to Linda's
moving boobs as Linda reached and stretched. The bottom half of
Linda's breasts were falling out of the bottom of her T-shirt as she
reached up.
The top shelf was a big stretch and Lisa boldly grabbed Linda's
cheeks and pressed her face into the presented mons. Linda was a bit
surprised by the embrace, but clearly was enjoying the sudden pressure
and heat on her pussy, in spite of her confusion. This was repeated
several times as more things went onto the shelf.
A closeup showed that Linda's tongue was out and pressing on
Lisa's bulge in a thrusting motion. Linda's eyes flickered as the lust
raced through her. She froze with her arms up, gripping the top shelf.
The embrace continued and Lisa's hands stroked the back of Linda's
legs and up to her crack, each time moving more and more boldly into
the gap between Linda's legs. Lisa backed off and popped the snap on
Linda's jeans and eased them down. Linda found herself trapped on the
top of the stool, her hands now on the top of Lisa's red head, and
then Lisa buried her tongue in Linda's cunt. Linda began almost at
once to gasp and shake. It must have been a long time for her without
sex, and this assault from this woman, a church woman, so unexpected,
had taken her completely by surprise. But her own sudden lusty
response suppressed any strong actions to stop the activity, and her
eyes closed and her head bent back, mouth open. She began to groan and
give little yips of pleasure, closeups showing the glistening tongue
working the wet pussy vigorously. The groaning became more pronounced
and she began to whimper.
"Oh. Oh. Suck me. That's so deep. Wet! Wet! Lick me. Lick it. Yes.
Yes. Yes. YES! OH YES! OH OH OH! OH. Ungh...Ungh... Unnnnnn..." She
came with several spasms shaking her body, her hands pulling hard on
Lisa's head, burying her even deeper into her open crack. Lisa kept
licking furiously and Linda came down from the orgasm and went again.
"Stop. Please stop. No. Oh. No, please. Oh, yes. Stop. Yes. Good.
Mustn't. God. Good. God. I'm cominnggggGGGGG!!!!!"
This time, Lisa did let her come down from the ladder, giving her
a big kiss and helping her pull on her jeans, taking the opportunity
to push the T-shirt up over the lovely boobs and sucking each one
briefly.
"Don't tell Karen. She's pretty straight and will get pretty
upset, by, well you know."
"Well, I thought I was straight too, until just now. That was
great!" She was smiling. "How did you know I'd let you do that? We
hardly know each other."
"I didn't plan it. You just looked so hot and I was horny and
decided to go for it. Nothing ventured, nothing gained! I mean, to be
fair, who are you going to complain to? The Minister. 'Minister Jones,
your most popular and hardworking, God-loving servant came to my house
and went down on me when I was weak. I know I had two orgasms, but she
made me do it.'"
Linda had to admit it did seem unlikely. The both laughed. And
Linda playfully pushed Lisa away, saying, "Get thee back from me, you
harlot of the devil!"
Karen joined them seconds later. "Well, I can see you two are
making good progress up here!"
"You can sure say that!" Lisa said and Linda laughed again. They
exchanged sidelong looks and Karen looked puzzled, but said nothing.
Heather had continued to tease Pam's nipple, stroking it with her
finger, fingernail, and pinching it from behind the now swollen red
circle. It was very, very hard and wrinkled under her gentle
attention. Pam would give a shiver from time to time. Heather moved
her hand over to the other breast and began to give it equal time. In
response, Pam slid her hand down and popped the top snap of her jeans
and slide the zipper down. Her hand disappeared into her panties,
forming a man-like bulge.
Gloria was also responding to Heather's equally gentle, steady,
almost feather-like tickling along her bare side. Tickling always
deeply aroused her, and now her panties were wet as her arousal grew.
Heather moved her hand around to the bare stomach and began to trace
almost imperceptible circles over the sensitive area above Gloria's
mons, the hair on her stomach sent out signals and the skin formed
goose bumps and a shiver went down Gloria's back and her clit tingled.
Heather had already begun to attack the one erogenous zone Gloria had
that was capable of sending her almost completely out of control,
making her a prisoner to her lust, unable to stop. Knowing these two
woman certainly weren't complaining about the skilled attention she
was giving them, she turned her attention back to the movie. The scene
now changed back to the now straightened living room and they broke
out some beers and sat down.
Linda said, "It was very nice of you to come over so quickly. I
didn't realize how much stuff I had until I started to unpack. You
think a house would be bigger than an apartment, but I don't know
where I'll put all this stuff!"
The phone rang, and it was for Lisa. "Sorry, guys, got to run out
on you. Problem at home and Harry wants to go out for dinner, so I
have to go."
Linda escorted her to the front door. Lisa turned and said, "I
like you a lot, Linda. Maybe real soon we could go out somewhere
quiet, and maybe have a box lunch, or something?"
Linda grinned. "I never thought I'd hear myself say this, but that
sounds like something to really look forward to. This time, I'll think
up the dessert, so bring a big appetite!"
"Don't worry! One thing I seem to have is a big appetite, all the
time. Bye!" And she was off.
Back in the living room, Linda settled in and noticed Karen was
looking over some family photos up on the mantel.
"Husband? Ex?"
"No. Never married. Got engaged once to a nice guy, but he got
cold feet and backed out. Never seem to find guys that really appeal
to me, and I guess I'm too picky, as I refuse to settle. That's my
brother Fred."
"Nice looking family."
"Thanks."
"So, Linda, what do you do? Hobbies, interests?" Karen was casual
as she asked.
"Well, I program computers during the day. Boring as shit. Oh, I'm
sorry, I didn't mean..."
"Linda, relax. Let your hair down. Life goes on. Just because I go
to church and do a lot of volunteer work for people who need it,
doesn't mean I don't have a real life like everybody else. If work is
boring as shit, say so. Now, as you were saying...."
"Well, for relaxation, I run, play tennis, go to a gym once I
locate one I like, like to have a garden, and I work at a food kitchen
in the next town over once a month."
"And for sex?"
Karen almost spit out a big swallow of beer she was sucking down
from the almost empty can. She used the opportunity to get up and go
to get two more cans. You could see she was thinking rapidly.
Heather's hand moved down into the hair of Gloria's pussy and
began teasing the top of her lips apart with her index fingernail. The
friction caused the lips to part immediately, releasing a flow of cum
from her lubricated vagina. Gloria was aware of the hot wet flowing
down her crack and over her rear door, but didn't care. She was having
a hard time paying attention to the movie by now. The anticipation of
a finger sliding into her pussy any moment had her almost breathless.
She was thinking, "Hurry, Heather, I need it so bad. Hurry."
"I think, " Linda began very tentatively, "that..."
"It's a small town, Linda. Even us upstanding church people know
all about everything that goes on in this town in a very short time.
Well, almost everything. For instance, Lisa, who just left, well,
she's been sleeping with women on and off since she was fifteen. Once
with my sister. And she thinks she has us fooled. Everybody plays the
game, for her sake, then grins when she leaves the room. She must be a
good lover, though. Never heard any complaints and, she never fails to
have partners, even in this small town. Most other eligible women
actually thank her for taking so many competitors out of the action,
especially when there are so few bachelors available. For the heteros,
I mean."
"Frankly, Karen, I may take a bit a adjusting to this. But, since
you seem to know so much already, well." She took a deep breath. "I've
always thought of myself as a strict hetero, but in the last few
months, I've begun to wonder if that's completely true. I've noticed
that certain women," she glanced briefly at Karen's face, "seem to
turn me on. Definitely not something I ever noticed before. And, I've
had a few very horny dreams, and they all involve women, or women and
a man. I guess I'm a bit confused right now."
"Does that scare you, or make you fearful?"
"No, not really. I mean, I've never thought of myself that way,
but if that is what is happening to me, then it's going to happen.
Maybe I want it to happen. I just don't know. I guess I'd be nervous
about the people down at the church hearing about this..."
Karen leaned forward. "Not to worry. My lips are sealed. Like I
said, there are a FEW secrets this town doesn't know. What do you plan
to do about all these feelings?"
"I haven't any idea. I guess it'll work it's way out over time. It
is confusing me, though."
They finished their beers. Karen came over closer to Linda and
said. "Maybe we should take some time and see if we can help you
figure this out, and reduce your confusion."
Linda looked up. "How?"
"Well, you don't seem to mind the idea of being bi- or even gay,
but you seem uncertain if you enjoy the idea of sex with a woman. So,
maybe we should go upstairs and explore that area a bit and you can
decide for yourself. And if you decide something's not right, then
you'll know."
Linda looked uncertain. "I don't know."
Karen was taking charge now. She took Linda's hand and then they
went up the stairs.
Heather was taking charge of Gloria's pussy now. Claiming it as
her own. A now slippery finger slowly disappeared into the waiting
tunnel, and began making slow circles around the yielding walls, being
very careful to scratch her with her nail. Gloria began to hump
slightly, trying to get more of the finger into her. Heather slowed
the pace. In a long while, if Gloria was good, she'd let her have
another finger. Gloria almost cried out in frustration, but bit her
lip and held on. Hot was not the word for how she felt at that moment.
If it was possible for a clit to simply explode, she was sure hers
would burst any second.
Pam's hand was flexing in her pants, and Heather was tracing lines
up each breast with her long, sharp fingernails, careful again not to
scratch, but apply enough pressure to cause the nerves to scream out.
Pam was having trouble breathing now, her chest was tight and on fire.
She needed to have her tits sucked badly, but knew it couldn't happen
her with Heather also servicing Gloria. She slid a third finger inside
and groaned at the tightness. She would have to cum soon.
In the bedroom, Karen led Linda to a chair and had her sit, facing
a mirror. She stood behind her and told Linda to close her eyes. After
a moment, she began to stoke the sides of Linda's neck, face, ears,
and hair. Running her fingers lightly over Linda's lips, she traced
outlines of her face over and over. Reaching over, she picked up a
hairbrush and began to brush Linda's hair, stopping from time to time
to stroke Linda's neck and face. Linda was almost melting into the
chair with relaxation.
Seeing she was relaxed, her stroking began to explore Linda's
shoulders and the very upper part of her chest. Almost imperceptibly,
Linda leaned back to ease Karen's task. Karen responded by letting her
fingers run under the seam of the neck of the T-shirt, now beginning
to approach the uppermost swelling of Linda's chest. Her nipples now
began to show clearly as buds through the T-shirt.
"Should we stop?" Karen asked softly.
"No, that is...very relaxing. Please don't stop. Yet." Karen
became a bit bolder and began to gently fondle Linda's breasts above
the nipples, the sides, squeezing them in toward the middle, then,
sliding her hands down Linda's front and pressing the swelling flesh
out toward her sides, always taking time to come back to her face,
neck and hair. Her own breasts were now pressing lightly on the sides
of Linda's head, almost trapping it into their soft embrace. Linda
leaned back and for the first time, moaned.
The moan came just in time for Pam, as she was now building toward
a climax. To her frustration, Heather pushed her hand up out of her
jeans. Wait, the smile said. Wait. Not yet. But she wanted it so bad.
Her breathing was so ragged now, as she tried to focus back on the
screen.
Heather finally gave Gloria a second finger, languidly joining the
first in exploring this girl's heavenly love box. Heather could feel
the muscles trying to grab and hold her fingers. And slowed down here
as well. Now it was Gloria's turn to groan.
Karen began to run her lips along Linda's right ear as she shifted
from behind Linda to her side. A tongue flicked out and the tip
disappeared into the recesses of the ear, then out along the edge,
then back in, as Karen began a slow tongue fuck of Linda's ear. Her
right hand very slowly began to massage Linda's stomach, pushing the T-
shirt up until it was bunched under her breasts. And then, she lifted
it above the orbs and she had free access at last. Linda whimpered as
the experienced hands began to pinch and twist her now hard nipples.
Heather gave Pam another finger and her back bent from the tension
in her. In and out. Slowly, a thumb now exploring the area around her
clit, but never touching it. Pam began to almost pant, as she hung
near orgasm, but just far enough away that nothing triggered it. She
was floating along on a warm wave of sensation now, completely
ignoring the movie.
Heather continued to watch the tender love making scene on the
screen and felt her own arousal grow. But she was determined to finish
these girls together. Pam would have to wait a bit. And she withdrew
two fingers and went back to one. Pam's pussy almost screamed at the
withdrawal, the empty feeling pulling Pam back a bit further from the
brink. God, she needed to cum so badly right now. Heather, oh,
Heather. Make me cum now. Please. Don't tease me like this. Please,
fuck me, please.
Heather let Gloria's hand reenter her pants, but she put her hand
over her slit, forcing Gloria to fuck herself using Heather's fingers.
Teach Heather's fingers where to go. What to touch. It was slow. It
was maddening. NOW! Her body was crying out. PUT SOMETHING IN THERE
AND DO IT! But her fingers couldn't teach Heather fast enough, and she
too was delayed. In agony. Ecstasy. Pain. Glorious sensations. She was
almost screaming in her brain for relief. But none came. Not yet.
On the screen, Linda was moaning steadily now. Karen was sucking
on one breast, pulling on the nipple with her lips, stretching the
nipple out and pulling it from side to side. Her other hand caressed
the other globe gently, distracting Linda from the constant flood of
warm sensations in her nipple. And then, Karen sat back. Linda finally
opened her eyes, still clearly deeply aroused. Karen said, "Perhaps we
should stop now, if you are feeling uncomfortable."
And Linda, needing to go on to satisfy her arousal, whispered,
"No, please don't stop. I mean, I think I like this a lot. Perhaps we
should go further. Yes, definitely further. I should be sure."
Karen, pushing Linda further, said "Go further and do what, my
dear? Perhaps if you were a little more explicit...." Linda, knowing
Karen wanted her to say it, just blurted out, "Please fuck me Karen.
Take off my pants and fuck me with your tongue. Suck my clit. Eat me.
Take me and fuck me. Please, please don't stop."
Karen replied, "Well, my horny little bitch, I could just leave
you hanging, but that would be cruel. I must ask you for something in
return." Her fingers were on the front Linda's jeans and she was
snapping them off, and sliding them down. The panties followed as
Linda quickly discarded the now soaking wet cloth.
"Yes, what. Anything. Please.." She was trying to guide Karen's
head into her pussy.
"I need you to join our little congregation, and my church
community welcome wagon committee. And you will do whatever I tell you
from now on, with no exceptions."
"No exceptions. I hereby join. Yes. Yes. Just tell what to do,
consider it done." Her hands guided the smiling face to her nether
regions. And a hot tongue buried itself in her loins. Sitting Linda
slowly down on the chair, Karen pulled Linda's legs up over her
shoulders, never stopping the actions of her cum slicked tongue. Linda
was into her first orgasm almost before her heals settled in the small
of Karen's back. But Karen kept up a careful pace, and brought Linda
off again and again, with much sucking and slurping, brought on by the
continuous outpouring of lubrication from Linda. Her cum matted mons
gleamed dark on the screen, in complete contrast to her light blond
hair, now hanging down the back of the chair as she was taken, her
head back, eyes closed, mouth open. Her only sounds were her cries and
screams each time she came off, and the jerking and shuddering of her
body, making the chair creak and groan.
Heather plunged a third finger, then a fourth into Pam's pussy,
and was rewarded with Pam giving a loud grunt, then her vaginal
muscles gripped Heather's fingers tightly in waves, as her first
orgasm hit her. Gloria was just getting Heather's fingers into the
right positions and locations when Heather withdrew her blockage of
Gloria's pussy and reached up and squeezed Gloria's right nipple hard,
twisting it. Electricity shot to Gloria's now quivering pussy. Her
hand dove for her love canal and her fingers found her now exposed
clit. In an explosion of sensation, she released and stopped
breathing. Heather twisted the nipple again. Another wave of heat
flowed off her chest to her twat and she released again.
On the screen, Karen was giving Linda a brief hug and then asked
for a ride home, as her car had been borrowed by Lisa when she left
earlier. They climbed in and Karen gave directions. Shortly, they
pulled up in front of a nice large white house and Karen turned to
Linda.
"Well, we certainly know a little more about your sexual habits
now. Welcome to our church, my dear. Now, tomorrow morning at 10 AM
sharp, you will go to the jewelry store at the corner of Twelfth and
Main over in Clinton, about twenty miles from here. Tell the woman I
sent you. You are to have both nipples pierced and two centimeter gold
rings inserted. In your clit, I want it pierced and a jewelry bar
inserted. You will wear a gold chain around your waist with chains
from your nipples and one to your clit bar. There is a committee
meeting tomorrow at 1 PM here at the house. Before the meeting, you
will show me the rings and chains. You will not have sex with anyone
in this town without my express direction or permission, including
masturbation. I know you don't have any questions, as you know what I
will do to your reputation in this town if you don't do as I say. And,
I must say, I certainly enjoyed having you today."
To say that Linda's eyes were big at this point would be an
understatement, as the camera caught the look of surprise, shock, and
gradual acceptance to her now evident plight. The car slowly drove
away, Linda now in tears. The camera stayed on the white house and a
sign came into view, which read, "The Elm Street Church Parsonage, Get
the Direction You Require in Life." As Karen stepped inside the front
door, her husband, the minister, greeted her.
"Well, do you think the new young lady will fit into our
congregation?"
"Oh, yes. A most delightful, tasty young lady, with much energy
and decidedly useful interests. After we discussed things, she is all
too eager to join and be a very active member of my committee. She
should be a valuable asset in the community. I plan to use her at
every opportunity. As a matter of fact, she is running a little errand
before the meeting tomorrow. She seemed eager to do something to
impress me. Plan to stop by and meet her tomorrow, Linda is her name."
As they walked down the hall, the camera held back, and you could
hear minister saying. "Darling, I don't know what we'd do without your
committee. They join with such a commitment, and jump every time you
snap your fingers. It's amazing. Praise the Lord!"
And the film faded to black and the credits rolled. Heather was
laughing. Pam and Gloria were slowing pulling their clothing back on
and were puzzled, as they had missed the whole second half of the
movie.
"What's so funny?"
"Oh, you had to watch the whole thing. I think your minds were
somewhere else there for a while." Heather said.
"Ain't that the truth. God, I could kill you for making me wait so
long! You're mean." Pam complained.
"Don't complain to me if you take me out all sexed up and then
have to wait a little to get where you want to go. I could have just
stood up and complained out loud that you two are disgusting and
walked out. Then where would you be?" Heather was just teasing.
Gloria wasn't so certain. "Listen, Heather, we thought you
liked... I mean...If you didn't..."
Heather stopped her in mid-sentence with a steamy French kiss.
Pulling back, she said, "Now you two have got ME all sexed up and I
demand equal time. Take me back to my room and you two tarts have your
evil way with me. And take your time. Somehow, I don't feel like
sleeping tonight."
And they marched out of the theater, into a Spring shower that
completely soaked their clothes as they walked, making their T-shirts
complete invisible. They laughed and giggled as they snuck up the back
stairs to Heather's room. It was after lunch before they finally wore
her out, and then they slept in a sculpted tangle of limbs, fingers
and mouths still resting on the last place they had explored. The cum
soaked bedding slowly dried in the quiet of the room. A bird, landing
on the
window sill, looked into the room and left. For Heather, her Junior
year was starting out better than she had hoped. Her leg slowly
straightened out and Pam's fingers instinctively closed around
Heather's left breast. Much better than she had expected.
HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES PART 19A BY "RAMAPO"
It was the fourth day at the new internship job and Amy, her
manager for the term, suggested lunch. The firm was unusually busy,
and Amy was really pressed for time to get a presentation together for
a key account on the following Monday. So far, Heather barely had had
time to learn where to hang her jacket and go to the bathroom.
But, she didn't mind a bit, because she and Amy had hit it off
immediately. Amy was Heather's height with very dark hair which was
always perfectly in place. She had a beautiful face, the highlight of
which were her dark, luminous eyes that seemed to go soft and a bit,
unfocused from time to time. She also had a full, slightly wide mouth
capped with swollen lips. In spite of her very professional dress and
demeanor, her overall appearance was attractive in the extreme.
Although she wore expensive, very conservative suits, perfectly
cut and hung, Heather's knowing eye detected the very full, wide-set
breasts swelling from the ribs, just barely hidden by her arms,
clearly being carried high, but restrained and pushed just-so, the
clothing line not being broken, but every rare once in a while,
suddenly making their presence known if you were looking in just the
right place.
Narrow high waist, flaring to full hips, nicely disguised by
careful selection of skirts and, appearing below the modest length
skirt, straight, very long legs in silk stockings and high heels.
Heather was picking up the details of her job very quickly, and had
already begun to make some suggestions about the presentation, quickly
taking over the computer job of creating the screens and slides. Her
vast resources at the school helped her find some unusual backdrops
and backgrounds, and filters to process certain objects with very
unusual effects. The presentation had begun to take on a very sensual
undertone, which stuck Amy as just the grabber she was looking for, as
the client marketed many different women's clothing lines and
lingerie. The previous account associate, a guy with a supposed inside
track to the top, had failed to produce the presentation and dumped
the entire thing on Amy just as Heather had arrived, fresh from
personnel. In a bit of very frank discussion, Amy had revealed to her
that she was sure the guy just wanted a good reason to get her fired,
even if it meant loosing the account to make it happen. She was sure
he and others were plotting this to give them a reason for not
promoting her to executive. This lunch was the first time they really
had to talk about anything other than work. Amy kept looking at her
slyly over lunch, but Heather caught her from time to time. As dessert
came, she began, somewhat tentatively. "You are very bright and a fast
learner and you could do well in business. But we must do something
about your, well, your clothes. I hope you don't mind my being so
blunt."
"Well, I'm still in college and don't wear much except jeans and
sweatshirts most of the time. I have some nicer things at home, but
never needed to wear them." Hell, she thought, half my friends don't
want me wearing anything, most of the time, and they never complain
about how I look!
"No, not church clothes, or party dresses. That's not what I mean.
You must look very professional, especially as a woman. You are a very
beautiful and sexy woman. You have a wonderful, almost too full
figure, and in these clothes, it is there for all to see. But at work,
you must not let such things get in the way of business. And it will.
Men. And women, too," she glanced into Heather's eyes and smiled,
"will be quite distracted. We are all human. We all have our desires
and needs. The sex drive is very, very strong and affects people all
the time without them knowing it. No, you must be a sexy woman at all
times, but always appear the professional at work. You must be sexy
for yourself, even erotic if you like, but hide it from others during
work. It is the only way to keep everyone's attention on the
business."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to dress improperly. I'll go home
and..."
"No. No. You think I'm criticizing your clothes. I'm not, not in
the sense of you being just anyone. You will do much better than most,
you have the mind and intelligence for it, and the energy. But, right
now, just starting out, and as anyone would expect, you dress like all
the other women in the building. And for the everyday work girl,
without a real future, that is fine. But you can do much better. After
lunch, we will steal an hour and I will walk you around and introduce
you to all the women who have aspirations to get ahead in the
business. Then, we will go back to my office and you will tell me what
is wrong with their clothes and dress. Remember what I said about
distractions."
For the first time in her life, Heather felt like her body might
not be right, not be acceptable to others. She loved her body, but
right at this moment, Amy might be telling her something else. Amy
seemed to sincerely want to get her point across. On the surface, it
seemed an obvious point to make. Sex in the office was in the
magazines and news all the time.
On the way back to the office, Amy quietly mentioned that she had
made an appointment for Heather at a specialist in lingerie and
another at a shop that custom made business suits for women. For the
outside appearance to be so controlled, the undergarments must be just
so, able to be sexy, free, but controlled in special ways that normal
bras, or panties, or pantyhose could never hope to achieve except by
occasional accident. Instead of coming to work first thing, she was to
first go to the lingerie shop. Amy then stopped on the sidewalk.
"The lingerie shop is run by Jan Fleming. She is a genius at,
well, very special undergarments, as you will soon see. To fit you,
you will have to completely undress. Is that a problem?" "No. It seems
there is no other way to be fitted for those!" "And, she takes many
measurements, some a bit unusual, and will mold your body so she can
have a bust to work with when you are not there. The mold process is
also a bit unusual. It does not hurt in the least, but..."
"OK."
"And I should warn you that Jan is a bit aggressive, I mean she is
attracted to some of her clients, and can be a bit pushy about it."
"I think I can handle her."
"Jan has a sister, Enid. Enid is not in the business, but Jan and
Enid live together above the shop. You will have complete privacy, but
Enid occasionally comes down and hangs around. Jan will make her leave
if you find her presence uncomfortable." The tour of the building took
about forty five minutes and they met and talked with six other women.
Then they went back to Amy's office.
"OK, you remember what I told you about how you must look
professional and not let your sexiness intrude into the work. Tell me
what you saw."
Heather began to describe visible cleavage, one woman was bra-
less. She didn't need a bra for support, but her nipples were just
faintly visible as bumps through her jacket. One skirt too high, one
skirt the right length, but cut up the side quite far. One woman sat
and her skirt pulled up just a bit high. One woman was wearing very
expensive lingerie, probable a teddy, and the intricate lace was
visible through the blouse.
Amy finished the critique. Long hair worn loose, lipstick too
bright, one outfit just a bit too tight. Visible panty lines on one
woman when she walked away from them. One outfit was badly wrinkled in
the back. One woman's shoes needed polish badly. "So, " Amy finished,
"some were too sexy or to obvious, some sloppy, some just poor taste.
And all of it is a distraction, no matter if a small distraction. And
tomorrow, each will have some other distraction to divert attention.
Some are doing it on purpose, some are just not aware. You must ALWAYS
be aware each day before you leave the house, and fix anything that is
wrong. Then, with the right clothes, hair, and makeup, you can
basically forget it for the day. I know from personal experience that
things go much better when you get it right. And it in no way prevents
me from being erotic, or expressing myself, if a bit more privately. I
can allow myself to be very aroused, even to the point of orgasm, or
even orgasm in the right place, and you could not tell." "Now, go into
my private bathroom, look in the full-length mirror and tell me what
you see."
It was a surprise. Heather always prided herself on looking good.
But now she wondered, good for what? "Hair long, pulled back, but some
loose and flying around a bit. Lipstick just a bit too bright and not
on completely evenly. The full swell of my tits very obvious through
the blouse, with it being pushed out of shape and stretched a bit.
Skirt too short and the hem not completely straight. Just of hint of
panty lines and my stockings are not on straight. Shoes, well maybe
good for tennis?" And they both laughed.
Amy had stood behind her and now said softly. "If we were at a
movie, or out to dinner, or just meeting to talk, you look, and smell
(she leaned close - Heather could feel the warmth of her breath on the
back of her neck. A thrill went down her back.) wonderful. I admit I
have a hard time not watching you as you walk." She stood back. "And
that is a problem here. Not out there. Here, I can't afford to get wet
between the legs every time my beautiful assistant leans over, or
jiggles as she walks, or lets me see her pussy when she sits. I must
shock you, talking this way. But you must be aware at all times that
you can control the effect you are having on the people around you.
Especially when you did not have any intention of causing such an
effect. Frankly, I love the erotic way you make me feel when I look at
you, but it is too distracting."
Heather turned to face her. "I'm sorry if I have made you
distracted. I will do better. I promise. I like the work... and I like
you a lot... and..."
"Tomorrow, you go get fitted. In the meantime... " she reached
over and pushed the door shut. "Take off the bra and let me suck you.
I'll never get any work done until I have you."
Heather suddenly realized how much she wanted her as well. Eager
hands pushed her blouse open as buttons were eased out of the garment,
and the two hands filled with her breasts, still encased in the white
cotton bra, then, the bra clasp released and Amy pushed the cups up
and off and leaned down and her full, red lips parted and she took the
already hardening tip of her right breast into her mouth and closed
around it. Heather's eyes went closed and her hand caressed the back
of Amy's neck. Amy pulled the full breast into her mouth and her rough
tongue lashed the now turgid, inch long nipple, and growing. They both
groaned and Heather felt her cunt go wet. Amy switched tits and
Heather's belly jumped as the electric sparks set her pussy on fire.
Heather reached to take Amy's jacket off her shoulders but Amy pushed
her hand away. "I can't afford to get messed up. Let me do this. I can
get off on tit sucking alone. And I'll teach you how, later..." Her
mouth filled with nipple. It was torture. Heather was having a hard
time standing. They backed to the wall and Amy pushed both full
breasts, with their cock like nipples standing up, together and sucked
them hard.
Heather moaned, gasped and started to pant. "Oh. OH. My pussy is
wet. That is so NICE! Suck me, oh Amy. It hurt's. No, suck, suck me.
Both, suck both. OH, OH. I'm going to come!" It was more a groan of
surprise than a sentence. She had only once before cum from this
activity alone, and then it was quite painful. Amy, the long nipple
now deep in the back of her throat, slipped her hand down the side of
her skirt and into a hidden pocket. At the bottom was the gold ring
attached to the taut gold chain that ran down her now pulsing belly
and disappeared into the very lush forest of hair guarding her pussy.
Inside, her straining clit, swollen and standing rigid like a small
cock, had another very small gold ring securely wrapped around and
clipped to it's base. As her finger found the gold ring in the pocket
and began a quick series of tugs, her own lust soared. Heather was
shaking and moaning louder. "Yesssss. Ohhh. Yess....Oh. Oh." Amy
suddenly grunted and pulled very hard on the turgid flesh as her head
bucked back. Her orgasm was sudden and quite intense. Heather's own
lust responded to the sudden jerks and she exploded again.
"Hhhhhhhhhhnnnnnn... Ungh. Ungh." She was shaking and trembling.
Another wave hit her. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" It was a hiss of unleashed
passion. Amy's finger twitched rapidly and another orgasm built and
released. Her cunt filled with come and her pussy was on fire. In
seconds, another orgasm hit her so hard she released the two
overworked boobs and pressed face first into Heather's cleavage, dazed
for the moment. Heather felt her trembling in her arms. After several
minutes, Amy backed away and they both just stared in slightly dazed
satisfaction at each other. There was chemistry here on a level
Heather had never experienced before. In spite of having just had two
very intense orgasms, she was surprised to find she was immediately
horny again and would welcome more activity. Heather said, "I see what
you mean about it getting in the way of work. God, you could suck me
like that all day! That was great!" She reached out for Amy, who had
back up a bit and now stayed out of reach. Amazingly, only Amy's
lipstick was just a bit smeared and she soon put that to right.
Heather's breasts were tinged red and pink from the eager assault. And
her nipples were still tingling.
"Yes. But we must work. Tomorrow you go get fitted." But her mind
didn't clear all afternoon. Heather would be a problem, she decided. A
sweet, delicious problem to be solved over the summer. Just the
thought of Jan fitting Heather and knowing what was about to happen
got her hot again, and she reached for her pocket. She already knew
she'd have to change the absorbent pad between her legs shortly.
In the morning, Amy slipped down to Jan's just before they opened
and was let into the back room, behind a wall. A wall with a very
small hidden camera and a TV on the other side. Heather was on time
and Jan introduced herself. A short woman with a nice figure and short
hair, she said she was expecting Heather and they went to the back
room and locked the door.
Jan started. "We do not sell lingerie from the rack. We make
everything custom to the exact measurements of the customer. Amy has
informed me as to the items you will need. There may be some optional
things you will prefer, but you can discuss that with my sister Enid
later if you like. Do not worry about the bill. Amy will have her firm
pay for everything as part of the cost of some proposal you are
working on. I am to bill her for these things as "Visual Aids"! They
both laughed.
"First, you must undress. Just place your things over there. Then,
I will take measurements. They must be very exact, of every aspect of
your body, and very complete. I will not hurt you, but you may find
some of the measurements a bit stimulating. That is a necessary part
of getting a correct fit."
By then Heather was undressed. Jan looked her over very carefully,
walking around her. Suddenly, Heather felt Jan's tits press into her
back and her two hands reached between Heather's arms and lifted her
tits slightly. The fingers began to manipulate her nipples, which grew
in length as they always did. After almost five minutes, Heather was
very aroused, but Jan then stopped and quickly measured the straining
nipples for length and diameter, whistling out loud as she did. They
were the longest she had ever seen, and were going to be a big
challenge. She measured the distance from the nipple to her waist and,
just as suddenly, ran a finger into Heather's now damp box and found
the semi-swollen head of her rising clit and stoked it. Heather jumped
and gasped. "Quite a little man you have there." Her surprised look
grew as the clit stretched out even further and now she was stroking
it like a slim cock. Heather was almost fainting and an orgasm began
to rapidly build. But just as soon as it was obvious it had reached
its maximum length, Jan again stopped abruptly and took another
serious of measurements, both of length and diameter, and of distance
to other parts of her body. All these figures were written down.
Just as suddenly, the intimate touching stopped and the rest of
her normal measurements were taken. Seemingly hundreds of them.
Heather, still floating from the sexual high she had been on, almost
croaked out, "Is, is that all?
"Not quite my dear. Sit on the chair and raise your legs and hold
them straight up by your head by the ankles. We must measure your
pussy." Now this was getting very outrageous, but Heather had been
warned.
Heather was quickly in the chair and had her legs up when the
woman sat on the floor in front over her, between her raised legs and
began to measure the length of her clit, thickness of lips, distance
to her pink asshole. Setting the tools aside, she suddenly leaned
forward. "Now, we must see them swollen from sex." And her tongue,
surprisingly long, plunged into the now-sopping pussy and began to eat
her as she had never been eaten before. The orgasm hit in less than a
minute, followed by two more. Her pussy was on fire. Between each
orgasm, Jan would clamp the tools to the various parts and quickly
write something down. Heather saw none of this, as her head was back
and she was lost in the lust of the assault on her lower body. A
drawer was opened and a series of dildos was produced, each one
unusual as it had its size marked on the sides for length and end for
diameter. These were introduced to both her pussy and ass in turn, in
larger and larger sizes until each hole would stretch no more. Jan
wrote down the sizes while one hand slowly pumped them in and out of
each hole, stretched as Heather had never been stretched before. Her
insides were stuffed full and the nerves were on fire, sending rapid
fire pulses to her brain. Another massive orgasm was building up, her
butt bouncing on the chair. Just as she almost reached the top, Jan
stopped her thrusting and pulled Heather to her feet, dongs still
firmly in place. Before she could resist in her dazed state, she was
led to a rig of tubes, bars and dangling straps. In seconds, Jan had
strapped her into rig so that it held her firmly upright, but let
Heather's entire upper torso be exposed with nothing in the way. She
just couldn't move or twist. Jan brought a bucket of a blue liquid
over to the chair and began to smear it over Heather's still turgid
chest. The breasts were swollen and the nipples stood up proudly.
Heather was moaning. And the stimulation of the wet fingers sliding
over the tender flesh awoke still more sensations.
"Please, please make me come. I need to come. Fuck me. Please fuck
me."
Jan began to slowly pump the dildo in her pussy keeping Heather
hanging on the edge of a climax, but always stopping just before she
went over the edge. She kept building up the warm liquid on her front
and over her shoulders. The liquid quickly began to gel and tighten
slightly over the straining nipples and tits. As it tightened, the
tingles it caused sent more sparks to Heather's frantic brain.
Now the butt dong was worked and Heather's muscles were trying to
hump, but she couldn't move. This was exquisite agony. Front dong,
then back dong. Always slowly and never fast enough for Heather's
system to be pushed further up the tension scale. A perfect balance.
Faster and she would come. Slower and she would begin to come down.
The liquid got thicker and thicker. Now it was being applied to her
pussy up to her waist and over her hips and butt, spreading around the
stretched cracks, As it filled the spread holes, Jan pushed the dongs
in till they hit the limit of Heather's body, and she left them there,
with Heather groaning and gasping, hotter than she had been for a
long, long time.
"Please. Please.' She was begging. Jan ignored her. "These molds
must be as you are when you are as hot and full as you will ever be,
or the lingerie will not do what you will require. You must endure a
bit longer. It is pleasant to be fucked this way?"
"God, yes. Please... How... long... must... I.. wait?" "One hour.
Do not worry, I will give you some more pleasure to help pass the
time. You will not believe how fast an hour can go by."
At that, she attached two thin wires to the end of each dong and
turned on two switches on the workbench. The dongs were vibrators! The
sudden tingle caused her to grunt and sigh. But never did the dongs
vibrate hard or for long. First one, then both, then the other. Then
silence. Then they were back. Heather would never believe she could
hang on the edge of an orgasm like this, juice pouring from her cunt,
but trapped inside by the now hardening coating, she swam in her come.
She was floating and every nerve in her body was screaming for
release. The minutes passed.
"Please."
"Thirty minutes. You are doing very well. Most are screaming by
now and I have to gag them."
"Oh, please."
But there was no respite and then Jan was easing the now hard, but
flexible thick shield of blue rubber from her upper torso. Then the
lower. The pulling and tugging on the dongs as the rubber came off
almost sent her off, but instead, she went even higher, snorting and
grunting. Jan placed the two intimate molds on the workbench and went
back to the straining girl. Standing by her side, she took the two
dongs, one in each hand, and leaned over and pulled the swollen and
abused tit into her hot mouth and began to suck and rapidly fuck the
girl.
In less than five seconds, Heather screamed and came. The pleasure
center in her brain exploded and she stopped breathing. Then, she
passed out.
She came to just as Jan pulled a second set of molds from her now
fully relaxed body. Her mind cleared and Jan came over and released
her from the rig.
"I now have all the measurements. There is a shower over there
behind that door. Fresh towels are by the chair inside. You must wash
off the residue on your skin, as it is a bit caustic if you do not
remove it."
Heather showered and while she was out of sight, Amy slipped from
the back room with a video tape in her bag. "That was some show!" she
said as she passed Jan on the way out of the shop. Jan just smiled and
reminded her, "Don't forget the extra thousand when you pay the bill.
And that tape is for your private use only, understand?"
"Perfectly." And she was gone.
Heather came out to find Jan sitting in front of a computer
terminal, inputting all the measurements into a data collection
screen. Jan talked while she worked.
"The computer will study all the data and design the fabrics and
cuts to obtain the proper effect. It will show me where to sew, what
type of thread to use, what type to stitch and where and how many
straps to fit. In two days, I will have the first half dozen sets of
garments ready. You come back on Saturday in the afternoon at two
o'clock. There."
She entered the last of the data and the computer began working.
Jan got up and began taking the body molds she had taken from Heather
and began to create duplicates of Heather's body in plaster. In less
than an hour, she had two perfect busts of Heather, one in her normal
state, and one in a fully aroused state. The differences were quite
visible. Swollen breasts, raised, turgid nipples, quite extended to
almost an inch and a half, belly was somewhat tighter, and her pubic
area was very swollen, completely open, and her clit stood up straight
in front. Heather found herself staring.
"You are quite a challenge. How to hide all of that, but not get
in the way of your enjoyment. And you must not show ever through the
outer garments. I will say one thing, young lady. You have the sexiest
body I've ever had through here. And believe me, I've seen a bunch. I
wouldn't mind measuring you every day."
Heather ignored the last remark. "Thanks. I need to go on to the
clothing store. Saturday at two o'clock, right?"
"Right. And tell Susan at the clothing store that the measurements
are already in her computer."
"All of them?"
"No, only the ones she needs for her part. We do have some secrets
in the business. Let her go figure out how I do this!"
"OK. See you Saturday. Bye!" And Heather left the store a bit
drained, but determined to get through the next session as well.
HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES PART 19B BY "RAMAPO"
The next shop was across town, and she took a taxi. In spite of
her recent experience, the shower had freshened her. God, what kind of
underwear are they fitting me for if they had to take body castings of
me in heat like some wanton fleshpot? Maybe I AM a fleshpot? Jesus,
Jan had sure known her way around a woman's body. And she was so
direct. There wasn't any pussy-footing around (she giggled at the
silly pun she just made) with Jan. Need swollen tits? Suck them evenly
until done. Need a body casting of a sexed up body? Suck it and fuck
it until ripe, then maintain temperature until well done and the crust
is hard! Her little dialogue continued, until the driver pulled up in
front of a small shop on a side street. The curtains were pulled, but
a small sign on the door simply said, "Custom Tailoring for Women,
Come on In" and a smaller plastic sign sat over the door pull said
"Open". She pulled the door open and stepped inside.
There were racks and racks of clothes in very neat rows, of styles
and types for all occasions. No one was in sight, so she did a little
browsing. Soon, she noticed that these were all the latest fashions
for everything, from Milan, Paris, Tokyo. Stepped right off the pages
of the fashion mags just hitting the streets in the last few days. And
there were no price tags. Or, interestingly enough, sizes either. But
the designer labels were there. Just one of these outfits was going to
cost Amy more than Heather's salary for an entire year. Ouch. Well, a
couple of these would be fantastic.
She didn't notice the attractive brunette who had come up behind
her, and she jumped when the brunette said, "Heather?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see you and you startled me a bit. Hi!
Yes, I'm Heather."
"Hello, my name is Susan. This is my shop. Do you like the things
I have out? See anything you like for yourself?"
"Gosh, these are fantastic! I just got here. But from looking for
a few minutes, I'll take them all!"
They both laughed. Susan said, "Amy has made arrangements for
everything, so don't worry about anything other than whether the
clothes are right for you and the circumstances. I pretty much know
what we need to do for you on the business side of things, and you can
guide me on the social side."
"Social side? Amy never mentioned that. So, we are going to select
clothes for after work as well?"
"Oh, yes. Amy never does anything halfway."
Heather thought, God, you've got that right. At least, she's never
done ME halfway yet. What an appetite that babe's got.
Susan went on, "Amy left it up to me to select a complete wardrobe
for work. That will be at least thirty outfits, and as many pieces as
we can put together. You should have enough parts to make up about one
hundred arrangements, so you never ever appear the same way more than
two or three times in a work season. Of course, next year, you replace
everything. Mustn't get behind the times, you know. Everyone would
notice."
Heather almost choked! Thirty designer outfits? Accessories to
make up over one hundred! Then, on top of that, social clothes as
well! The bill would be astronomical!
"As I said, Amy has taken care of everything financially. Yes, it
is frightfully expensive, but there are ways of dealing with that. I
dare say, this type of investment will earn her company back every
dime in under a month, spent on the right person. And I can tell, just
by looking at you, that she is choosing wisely."
Heather finally said, "I had no idea of what she had in mind. I
mean the scale..."
Susan locked the front door and turned the sign to say "Closed".
Coming back, she took Heather casually by the arm and guided her to
the back of the store. "We will have a long day of it, so let's get
you relaxed. Take off everything but your bra and panties so we can
get right to work. Just put your things on the table there."
"Oh, Jan already measured me and sent the numbers over to your
computer."
"Yes, I have them. And you, young lady, will be a challenge. I
must tell you I don't believe I've ever met someone with quite your
attributes. As a man might say, you are some package. I can't wait to
see how Jan manages to do her part."
Heather blushed. "Thank you. But, I mean, I didn't do anything to
get this way, it's just the way I was born."
"Yes, but God was having a good day when he waved his hand over
you dear. It's just a bit unfair to the rest of us who have to work so
hard, or, buy just a bit of what you have so naturally! Well, enough
of this admiration. Oh, dear!" Heather had just folded her skirt over
the table and turned to face Susan. "What?" She leaned over to look
past her boobs, and she too noticed the large wet stain in her crotch.
"Oh, my gosh! I'm embarrassed!"
Susan just laughed. "No need. I see you are still doing a little
daydreaming about Jan's measurement 'system'. Quite stimulating,
wouldn't you say?"
Heather relaxed a bit. "Yes, you could say that."
"Would you believe she has people come in every month to just get
their 'measurements checked'? Funny thing is, she's not into S&M or
anything. She's bi, all right, but, if this is possible, given the way
she does this, she is very professional with customers. She only does
enough to get what she needs. I think she thinks these people ought to
let her sister take care of them."
"Oh, her sister. I met her. Why her?"
"Turn this way. Her sister is into heavy S&M and is a dominatrix.
To my knowledge, she is running at least three sex slaves right now.
Two of them men. Stay away from her. I personally don't think she
knows when enough is enough. I predict, sooner or later, she'll really
hurt someone and then we will have a real mess on our hands in this
town. Turn this way."
Susan just kept on working. Sex slaves? Wow. In spite of Susan's
warnings, Heather realized she felt interested. Not to be a slave, she
suddenly realized, to control one! And it scared her and she stopped
thinking about it. She had felt that thrill before when she was in
charge of the lovemaking, but had never let it take over.
Susan had felt the thrill go through Heather at the mere mention
of sex slaves, and wondered if the kid was interested, or just scared.
She said nothing about it and decided to change the subject.
"OK. Now we do some preliminary other dynamic measurements. No
touching, I promise! Just step onto the stage here and do what I tell
you. I'll explain what is happening as we go. The computer will do all
the work as you move around. OK, now, here's what's going to happen."
"Umm. I've forgotten something. Let's see. Oh, of course. How
stupid. The suit. You have to put on the suit." She went to a rack and
selected a shiny silver spandex-like pantsuit and handed it to
Heather. "Bra and panties off please. Try not to get too horny in this
thing. They're a bitch to have cleaned. It's exactly one half size too
small for you, which means it will be like a second skin. You don't
have to wear it long, so just breath a bit shallow till it stretches
out."
Peeled of the undies, she began to ease her long legs into the
seemingly too-small pant legs. And, after much gentle pulling, she got
it on up to her crotch, then slid one arm in and pulled the suit up
over her front and Susan held the material while she forced her left
arm out the sleeve. Her legs and arms felt like they were in a vise.
Her buttocks were now gripped firmly, pulling the material tight
across her stomach. And then, Susan told her to exhale as far as she
could and hold. The zipper screamed closed at the base of her neck and
her breasts were pulled firmly against her ribcage. She tried to
breath in and was shocked and alarmed to find she couldn't get but a
very small amount of air in her lungs. She began to gasp and take
short, rapid breaths. Each inhalation caused her boobs to feel like
they were made of solid rock as they were gripped and pushed back in
resistance. Susan just held her hand while the suit grudging gave way
against her body's efforts.
"There. Better. It has to be a second skin. Look in the mirror.
See how shiny it is? We are going to bathe you in a series of very low
intensity laser beams. The computer will make a baseline 3-D image of
your body in exacting detail. Then, we will have you move around,
walk, bend, reach over your head, and so forth, and the computer will
make a continuous stream of measurements and store them. When we play
it back, it will be able to accurately reproduce any body movement or
angle in 3-D. Then, off comes the suit, and the computer will take the
measurements of your body that Jan took and adjust its own files for
you. In other words, your breasts will stop looking like they are
being flattened, and so forth. There will be two of you, one normal
and one aroused. It makes a difference up top, and sometimes, below
for some outfits. Jan can compensate for some of the difference, and I
cover up the rest."
"Then, we pick out outfits that seem to be correct for you. Color,
etc. The computer has the ability to create the exact same outfit in
every detail and drape it correctly over your 3-D image. As we turn
you, and bend you on the screen, the computer will demonstrate just
how the fabric will move, fall, stretch, depending on the type of
fabric, the cut and so on."
"I will tell it when to make adjustments to remove any problems,
such as gapping, or hem lines moving around, and the computer will
adjust the cut until the outfit is perfect. We then look at the same
thing aroused and adjust, if necessary, until both images are the same
appearance. Once we are satisfied, the cut and measurements are sent
to the factory and an outfit is created exactly for you, to exactly
the correct measurements for that fabric and your figure. A week
later, we have it here and it fits you perfectly right out of the box.
A pressing and it's yours." Heather finally said, "Wow. Perfect fit
and cut. Every time. No WONDER this is so expensive." She was running
her hands over the silky texture of the outside of the suit and the
sensation WAS making her horny. Her breasts were taut and the pressure
was making her unusually aware of them. Her nipples were trying to
extend, but were held firmly back. The new sensations were sending
sparks through her skin. And instantly, she knew she was wet again.
Susan was laughing, still looking down at the monitor, "Actually,
it cuts costs enormously. There is absolutely no waste. I just raise
the prices to make them pay for the miracle. And they love the look,
and pay through the nose. OK, laser is on. Let's start. Stand for one
minute till it beeps, then move around. Great. HEY! Stop the
fondling!"
Her eyes went to Heather's crotch and she sighed. Too late. The
kid was soaked again.
"I'm sorry," Heather said. "I just started to feel really horny.
All the tightness and the unusual feel of the material really turns me
on."
"Yeah, I know. Look, you might as well keep it on, if you like.
I'll have to get it cleaned anyway now. And you look like you are
really getting off on it."
But Heather barely heard her. As she boldly ran her hands over the
outside of her of her tightly constrained breasts, thrilling to the
feel of their hardness, and the sensations of her fingers through the
fabric ran like a hot flame and a wonderful warm feeling spread across
her chest. And just like that, the heat in her thighs rose in a wave
and poured through her pussy and into her stomach, the orgasm causing
her to whimper with satisfaction and surprise. As her head cleared,
Susan's voice came back into focus.
"OK. Can we stop playing 'let's get off' and get back to work?
Heather, we have got to get focused here and do what we set out to do.
Now, straighten up. Hands off your tits. By your side. Let's do the
baseline again."
Heather grinned. "Wow. Some suit. I just orgasmed!"
"I know. I'm wet myself from watching you. Jesus. OK. There's the
beep. ONLY move the way I tell you. The script doesn't call for body
touching, young lady, so no sneak attempts at another orgasm, OK?"
"Got it. OK. But, it still makes me hot. How does it do that? Can
I buy one of these? Maybe I better not. I'd never take it off."
"To be honest, everyone that puts it on notices it makes them
horny. I think it must have something to do with the way it feels like
silk and never grabs, the pressure it puts on the erogenous zones and
the fact that when you touch yourself, it creates static electricity
that flows through the suit and is felt by your sensitive parts as
tiny shocks that you can't really consciously feel, but that your mind
interprets as sexual stimulation. And, no, you can't have it or buy
it. I paid a lot for it and THAT is one invention of my own that makes
me better at this process than anyone else in the world right now."
And for the rest of the day, she demonstrated that she was the
best in the world. They worked hard selecting the outfits, have the
computer do the modeling and adjustments as Susan's expert eye caught
all the little things in the cuts and flow of the garments that looked
bad from certain angles and movements and had the computer adjust.
Some of it was like magic, knowing what to adjust where to get the
effect she wanted. The personal clothes for social occasions were from
formal gowns to sun suits, and one very, very sexy slinky red dress
that had them both saying 'fantastic' and getting wet from watching
the 3-D image move around on screen in the 'aroused' view. Susan
pushed back from the desk.
"I'm sitting here dreaming I'm peeling that dress off you and
sucking on those spectacular boobs of yours. I don't think I can take
any more of that, or I'll jump you."
Heather's breath caught at the woman's words, as she wanted to be
fucked so badly at that moment, and wished Susan would turn to her and
take her. But Susan didn't make the move. Reluctantly, Heather peeled
off the body suit slowly after Susan unzipped her. The heavy sweet
smell of her cum hung in the room from the wet crotch as she hung it
over the back of a chair to dry, unable to meet Susan's eyes.
"Couldn't resist a few more orgasms, I see," Susan remarked.
"I... I didn't really do anything, honest. They... They just kept
happening. Not that they weren't nice or that I tried to stop them."
"Well, doesn't matter if you get it a little wet, or a lot wet. By
the way, you smell wonderful. You must be a delight in bed." "Thanks."
She couldn't think of anything else to say. Why didn't Susan just take
her in her arms and make love to her? God knows, she wanted it and was
ready enough! But, she dressed and Susan made busy on the computer,
saving and transmitting files to the factories.
"Heather, a word of advice?"
"Yes?"
"These clothes, and how you got them? Amy has a lot of
motives for getting them for you. And having you look nice and
professional is only a minor one. She is putting all this stuff on the
company books, in her name. The clothes only fit you. If for any
reason things don't work out at the firm, just keep the clothes. Let
Amy worry about the rest. Giving back the clothes would solve nothing
for her. You might as well have the enjoyment. Just so you know."
"Are you sure that would be right?"
"Positive. Amy is a big girl taking chances. If she gets caught,
stay out of the line of fire and keep a low profile." As she said it,
her eye caught Heather's magnificent profile and Heather noticed where
she was looking, and they both laughed.
"Right! I'll need that suit for that. Any chance you'll
change your mind about...?"
"Not a chance. Now get out of here so I can finish up and get
something to eat. I'm beat."
"Thanks for everything Susan. I can't wait to see the clothes and
try them on. Two weeks you said?"
"Yeah, the early ones will be two weeks. The rest over a two or
three week period. Maybe one or two longer. And you don't actually try
them on. There is no need. They always fit perfectly. Jan's underwear
will take care of that for you. I can't wait to hear your reaction to
how that stuff feels. If you thought the suit was good, just
wait.....off with you now." And she gave Heather a kiss on the cheek
and the door shut and she locked it. Heather went back to school and
hit the books. Her mind kept drifting back to the suit as an idle hand
began to take her on the stairway to another orgasm. The ancient
history of Rome started to blur in her mind as the sensations of her
hand between her legs drove her concentration from her. It would be a
late night. Susan returned to the computer terminal and sat. There was
one last outfit she wanted for Heather. It would be a personal gift to
a special lady. She was always attracted to beautiful, sexy women,
being bi and all, but even she was surprised at how strongly she had
felt attracted today. It had taken all of her willpower to be
professional and get the work done and keep her hands off Heather.
The material was impossible, the computer recalculated again and
again the cuts and lines, and she struggled for hours to get it to
work, and finally, it came together. As the 3-D picture turned and
moved around the screen, Susan finally gave in to the lust she had
built up all day, and a hand disappeared into the top of her slacks.
It took only moments before a powerful orgasm tightened her muscles
and she groaned loudly. The second orgasm was stronger than the first
and she yelled out. And, ten minutes later, her hand on one nipple,
pulling at the nipple savagely, and the other flicking her sensitive
clit, she felt a tidal wave roll up from her thighs, slam into her
stomach and explode in her brain. She screamed. The designer clothes
on the long racks absorbed the sound and a passerby in the street
heard nothing.
HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES PART 19C BY "RAMAPO"
At work the next day, Amy suggested they go over the final plans
for the presentation, which they did, and then they trooped down to
the presentation room and ran two rehearsals with all the equipment,
slides, multimedia gear. They made a final list of last minute things
to do from the experience. Amy made a casual suggestion that Heather
stop over to her place after work and she would loan her one of her
outfits for the meeting, as Heather's clothes would take a while yet.
Amy's apartment was a neat and perfect as Amy, of course. Heather
didn't exactly expect anything else. They poured a drink of soda and
relaxed in the living room with some nice music, then went to the
bedroom and began going through Amy's extremely extensive wardrobe. In
the end, with three different possible outfits selected, Heather
pulled off her skirt and blouse and tried each on. They selected a
dark blue, conservative jacket/skirt combination that came just to the
top of her knee. A tuck in the back took up the slight slack from
Heather's smaller waist, and the jacket hung perfectly. A white satin
blouse buttoned at the neck went well, and they hung the items back on
hangers for Heather to take home.
Amy's hands lingered for a moment on Heather's bare shoulders as
she helped her slip the blouse off from the front. She reached slowly
past Heather's ears and as her fingers began removing the clasp and
pins holding Heather mane in a tight roll behind her, she moved
forward and began gently kissing her.
Heather dropped the blouse on the bed and responded by running her
hands up and down the back of Amy's blouse, fingers releasing the
small buttons. She found the clasp at the back of the skirt and
released it. Amy stopped kissing her for a moment and the skirt
dropped off and she laid it gently on the bed. Heather's long hair
fell down and she shook her head with a toss and it released into a
dark waterfall on to her skin. Goose bumps rose from it's touch and
she felt a thrill in her spine.
They came back together and Amy began to run her tongue in and out
of Heather's mouth, her hot saliva mixing with Heather's, slowly
fucking her tongue, then biting her lips. Heather's tongue flowed into
Amy's mouth, and they stood for minutes, tied erotically by the touch
and growing passion as their tongues embraced each other, sliding over
one another. Both were groaning. Heather's bra fell away as the rear
hooks were suddenly free under Amy's practiced touch, the shoulder
straps and cups somehow falling forward and off between them. Amy
tried to find the hooks on Amy's bra, both front and rear, and
suddenly realized she couldn't find any. She pulled back for a moment
to figure out what to do, and was amazed to see a small network of
very thin straps over the shoulders. No clasps in the front or back
were visible.
Amy laughed. "Micro-Velcro. Invisible." She reached between the
cups and twisted the fabric hard and with a tearing sound, the
material parted. Heather went to reach and touch the end of the
fabric, but Amy just tossed the bra aside and flowed back into
Heather's arms. Their large breasts merged, and pressed into each
other, flattening, pushing swollen flesh under their arms, nipples
pressing hard against each other. Heather's nipples ached to be
touched.
Amy moved the other clothes off the bed to a chair and had Heather
remove her panties. She sad Heather on the edge of the bed and kneeled
in front of her, kissing her hair, shoulders, arms and face on the way
down. Heather put her hands behind Amy's head and guided her lips to
her left nipple and cried out as the hot, eager lips parted and
inhaled the hard tit. She gave a violent start as Amy's teeth took the
nipple prisoner and her tongue rasped the long projection from the
bottom. Again and again, the tongue took her nipple. Then, she moved
to the other breast and began there. It was already there and waiting
at full length. In less than a minute, Heather was panting and
moaning, and whispering, eyes closed.
"Ummmm. Oh. Nice. Very nice. Yes. So hot. I'm so hot. I'm hot for
you to fuck me. My pussy is hot. Don't make me wait. I can't wait. I
need you to. Suck me. Suck. Me. I... need... Yes..." it was a
continuous stream of babble now. And Amy didn't make her wait. Even as
she pulled the turgid nipple as deep into her throat as she possibly
could, she began to ease Heather's panties off her hips and Heather
lifted one hip at a time in a gently rocking motion to give her
clearance. They fell at Heather's feet.
As if by, signal, Heather fell slowly backwards and Amy's kisses
moved down her stomach and then, Heather's legs opened and the
heavenly probing tongue found Heather's long clit and flicked across
it. Heather was ready, and her hips rose to invite more. And Amy gave
it to her. Steady flicking and she felt Heather stiffen and shudder,
and she pulled the long clit into her mouth and washed it with her
tongue and pulled it with her cheeks. That was more than enough for
Heather and she came very intensely. One leg lifted and settled on
Amy's shoulder, and then the other followed on the other side, and Amy
ate her with abandon, drinking the flow of cum with great slurping
sounds and groans. Heather came again, and then, harder, again.
Amy moved up and straddled Heather's stomach and leaned over and
her own large breasts hung down to Heather. Heather ran her hands up
Amy's sides and finally gathered one breast in both hands and pressed
the straining nipple into her mouth. Moving from breast to breast, the
nipples were pulled and tongued until Amy needed to have more. She
rolled off Heather, who, in a single motion, rolled with her and then
Heather was kissing her and moving down. As she settled into Amy's
steamy bush, Amy was shouting for Heather to fuck her.
The neighbors next door never complained about Amy's shouting
during sex. And shout she did in private. In truth, the neighbors
would become deeply aroused by Amy's quite public display of lust, and
many a night, they would fall on each other after Amy's orgasm and
have energetic sex for hours. For a long retired couple, it amazed
even them. But they never discussed it. Amy knew they could hear her.
And she always smiled at them both when they passed in the hall.
Someday, she intended to invite them in for a soda and let them get to
know her... better? Better than what?
But for now, they were getting to know that Amy was having a
talented woman fuck her with an expert tongue and fingers, and Amy
shouted and groaned like a wild banshee as she came and flooded the
bed under her with the cum Heather simply couldn't take down fast
enough. And Heather just took her again, and again. She wanted them
both to get an "A" on the presentation the next day.
Much later, as Heather went down the hall, a short, older man
opened his door and said to her as she passed, "It's a treat to have a
delightful young lady such as yourself come visit on our floor. Please
come again soon." And he was smiling and nodding his head. His eyes
looked a bit unfocused.
Heather responded politely, "Thank you. I believe I'll be back
quite soon. Nice to meet you." And she entered the elevator and was
gone.
The man closed the door and headed for his bedroom where his wife
was still cleaning up the cum from their urgent love making. Even as
he approached her, she dropped the tissues and reached for his cock.
God, she thought, the man must think I'm a sex fiend. The old man
smiled as her mouth closed over his enlarging penis. Finally, after
all these years, the sex was good again. No, it was outstanding. He
corrected himself again as his cock turned rigid. It was fucking
outstanding.
The presentation went like clockwork. No matter what the customer
asked, they had a chart, or an answer prepared and up on the screen in
seconds. Heather worked the machines quietly in back and never missed
a beat. Having memorized the slide positions in the electronic
presentations, as well as having an index up on her screen in the
back, Amy could begin speaking on any topic and only a second or two
later, the appropriate
material would appear on the screens behind her, like they had
rehearsed it to actually go this way.
And, with all the technical elements happening so smoothly, Amy's
pitch hit the customer with full impact and it was obvious they were
very impressed.
"Amy, and Heather of course," the customer turned to acknowledge
her. Heather smiled and nodded. "That is a most
impressive set of marketing ideas for our product. I like it. I like
it a LOT. In fact, I'm sold. You have our account as of this minute."
Heather could see Amy almost leap into the air with joy. She'd
show that bastard in the executive suite, and she did. Heather was so
happy for Amy.
"On two conditions." There followed a short silence. "One. You
must leave your firm and start your own. I'll bring my account to you
to get started with a five year contract for starters, and a large
amount of up-front money. I'm tired of the non-producers at your firm
taking my money and not helping me."
Heather felt her heart fall. She wouldn't be working with Amy any
more. She knew in a second that Amy would accept. She deflated. "And
the other?" Amy was smiling. Yes, she accepted number one. "You must
tell me and my staff just how you made the backdrops and filmy
transparencies in the presentations. Whatever you did, the effect is
mesmerizing, and I know I'm in mixed company here and don't mean to
give offense, but they are downright sensual and very erotic. Did
anybody else pick up on that?" The other four people in the room, two
men and two woman all nodded quite vigorously. "Yes, quite
stimulating. I keep thinking they remind me of something, but I can't
figure out what. There isn't anything to make out, but, still..."
Amy looked at Heather. Heather suddenly realized she would have to
tell them, and she got very nervous and scared. "Well..." Amy realized
that Heather was stalling, but, hell, make up something, anything kid,
but give them an answer. She was practically teleporting herself into
Heather's brain to tell her to make it good.
Heather told it straight. "It was the underwear that gave me the
idea. You sell underwear. People put their...", she looked at the
group, and pressed ahead, "pussies and cocks in the underwear, so..."
Amy mouthed 'OH MY GOD, PLEASE NO '...I found a nice picture of an
average, hard cock and overlayed it on an image of an engorged pussy
with the lips fully spread on either side of the cock..." HOLY SHIT!!
SHE DID!! WE'RE DEAD!!!... "with the cock head just under the raised
clit. Then, I ran the image through a series of morphing steps until
the cock merged into the pussy and pussy merged into the cock and you
really couldn't tell what the hell they were any more, no matter how
hard you tried. But, your brain somehow subconsciously knows, because
women see the picture and get wet and don't know why, and men see the
picture and get hard, and don't know why. I tested it and no one ever
came close to knowing what it was. Then, I just created a series of
transparencies that wash out most of the color, but leave behind a bit
of the texture. The people still react to the texture." She was proud
of what she had done. And as she was explaining it, she knew they were
probably in deep shit with the customer. To say nothing of it being
embarrassing. Amy would hate her. Oh, crap. It wasn't supposed to turn
out this way!
Amy actually sat down as her legs gave way. The customer remained
silent for a moment. "You tested it? And no one ever figured it out?"
"Never. I gave it to a hundred people. I had my fiends in the
graphics lab trying to pull back the original images from the
pictures. They couldn't do it. And the transparencies are hopeless.
And these are some serious computer graphics freaks. I mean, not that
my friends are..."
He held up his hand and started laughing. "Well, I thought we must
be the only firm in the world that talked about cocks and pussies, and
of course boobs and tits, behind closed doors as a normal part of the
day! I must say that you have surprised and delighted and me that you
understand our business and it's language so well, and are not afraid
to demonstrate it at your own firm."
"Heather, that was an outstanding idea. And I want a copy of one
of those pictures and transparencies to hang on my wall to frustrate
people. This ad campaign will kill them."
Heather's heart leaped with relief. It wasn't going to kill them,
it helped sell even more. She looked at the rest of the customer's
staff and one of the women had made a short note and slid it down
toward her. She casually slid the pad over and it said. "Babe, I'm hot
as hell and I know you did it. I want a copy of the picture, ALL the
transparencies, and YOU. Meet me in the ladies room on the floor below
in ten minutes after the meeting breaks. I won't disappoint you.
Kathy". Heather folded the note and put it in her pocket.
The customer spoke again. "Amy, I must add one more condition, I'm
afraid."
Amy was smiling again, but a small cloud crossed her face. What
now?
"Heather must join your team. I realize that she is an intern
here, and of course, the decision is hers, but I think we can jointly
make it financially attractive for her, and she will get the
experience she needs. Heather would you consider it?"
Heather smiled. "Where she goes, I follow!" And they all laughed.
"Now..." her eyes locked with Kathy's for an instant, "I have a couple
of requests here to be serviced and I better excuse myself to get you
out of here on time. It's been a pleasure meeting you all and I hope
we get a chance to know each other much better." Kathy winked at her
as she broke eye contact and gathered up her things and left. Amy was
closing the deal and beginning the first steps to setting up her first
contract.
Kathy was waiting in the last stall in the little used bathroom on
the empty floor. As she worked Heather's blouse free and the surging
mounds came into full view, her breath did a sharp intake and her
hands filled with firm flesh. "God, you're magnificent." And her one
hand slide down into Heather's panties and a finger slid directly into
Heather's mons and found the rapid rising clit. "God, your clit too? I
can't wait for us to work together." And in the next thirty minutes,
in the stall, she brought Heather off many times with an almost animal
urgency of lust. As Heather floated off into a cloud of sensations and
fireworks, the idle thought crossed her mind that any company that
discussed cocks, tits, and pussies all day will be a wonderful company
to do business with. Look what they had done for her already!
Amy left the firm officially the next day, and they used the
undergarment factory as temporary quarters until they found a place to
lease. As Amy was very busy hiring people and getting incorporated,
Heather found her unavailable for company, but Kathy more than made up
for it. Kathy responded to Heather's body like she was born to serve
it and nothing else. And Heather responded to the urgent lovemaking
with her own lust, leaving Kathy delightfully exhausted as well.
The following week, her underwear came in and it was indeed a
unique experience to wear. It felt like a hundred fingers were
caressing and pinching her ever-so-lightly every time she moved at
all, and it felt wonderful. The bra was an engineering miracle, giving
her amazing support (not that she really needed it yet), and always
gently moving her around so as to not break the line of the clothing
overgarments, all the while feeling like she was gently encompassed in
sild. The various types of panties did the same. And everything
expanded and absorbed her aroused condition without doing anything
other than making her even more aroused. Just walking around the
office, she felt like there were ten of Amy or Kathy stroking her all
over. Orgasms just came and went with great regularity. Kathy always
found her deep aroused, and it only increased her own lust.
The outfits and other clothes all came in to Jan's over the weeks
and almost every night and soon she had a wardrobe to chose from that
most women would kill to have. Heather was a knockout in every one of
them, and they were perfectly tailored. She and Jan would drink a
glass of wine and then Heather would head home with her new things.
Toward the end of the Summer, a large, heavy box arrived at her
apartment on a Saturday afternoon. She had no idea what it was, since
all the clothes and accessories had already come and were put away.
She broke the string and lifted the lid. There was a card on top.
She took it from the envelop and read, "Heather, you were gone that
first night before I figured it out. I could see I had it backwards.
This special outfit is for you, from me alone. Wear it only to have
fun (fun was underlined twice). I have a deep feeling it will bring
much of it into your sweet life. Promise some day to stop by and let
me see you in it. Come at night. And plan to stay a while. I have
placed the dressing instructions on a sheet of paper, as well as the
care guide. Love, Susan."
Heather carefully spread the items from the box out on the bed and
in the bottom, found the shoes to match. She was completely soaked
with cum from excitement as each item emerged and revealed itself. She
ran her hands over the material and explored it. Reading the dressing
instructions, she put her hair up exactly as instructed and pulled off
all of her clothes, including her underwear. Drying between her legs
(useless, she knew, but she had to try), she pulled on the pants very
slowly, reveling in the feel on her skin. She pulled on the belt and
buckled it closed. Then the top, carefully easing her breasts into the
perfectly shaped cones built just to receive their exact shape. Her
nipple extended out into the open from each tip. Then, the shoulder
high arm gauntlets. And finally, the high heels. At last, she stood up
and pulled on the last piece over her head and put on the collar. She
could feel the cum just pouring down her legs again from the
excitement.
Trembling, she walked over and stood in front of the floor length
mirror and looked at herself. The black leather hood with the Sterling
silver studs revealed her sparkling eyes, her hair emerging into a
tight brush from the rear and being pulled up and over the top like
the wild fan of some beast. The thick leather collar, again with large
silver studs, circled her long neck, enhancing her hood. The torso
bodice was molded to her perfectly, revealing every line of her upper
body, with a few strategically placed holes here and there to give
more than just a peek-a-boo look. And her nipples pointed straight out
in a mesmerizing way, extended in her excitement to their full length,
drawing your eyes back to her tits no matter how hard you tried to
look elsewhere.
A small gap of taut skin appeared and then a black studded belt,
and then the leather pants, glued to her. Even the dimples of her ass
were perfectly defined. The pants flowed up into the crack of her ass
and the seam was pressed firmly against her rear door. The seam flowed
to just below her pussy, and split, leaving her pussy fully exposed.
The seam rejoined just above her hairline. The wild bush of dark hair
contrasted to the polished finish of the rest of the black leather on
the rest of her body. And on her feet were high black leather heels
and they overlapped the bottom on the leather on her legs just a bit.
A clear trail of cum was running down the inside seam of the pants
as her excitement grew. Yes. Yes. Susan was right. THIS was what she
wanted. Her strength grew and her feeling of power expanded. She
reached into the box and lifted the last item.
At that moment, there was a brief knock on the door and a key in
the lock.
"HI! Honey, I got lonely over at the college and missed you so
much, can I spend the... Holy Shit. H o l y S H I T." Heather was
standing looking down at her, hands on her hips and head back. Her
right hand held a whip.
"Shut that door and eat me out, you beautiful, wanton bitch!"
Traci pushed the door shut quickly and threw her bag on the floor. Her
pussy was already soaked before she could take the five steps and
kneel before the exotic figure before her. Her tongue slid into
Heather like a hot rapier and Heather gasped. YES. This is the way it
would be for Traci from now on. I will decide what games we play. And
make Traci happier than she has ever been.
And Traci held her leather-clad ass in both hands and feasted at
the Mons of her young Mistress.
End Part 19C and Part 19
HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES PART 20 BY "RAMAPO"
Heather sat on the edge of the bed and carefully folded the
cleaned leather top and placed it back in the box. Traci had left only
a few hours before, ending their day of games with Heather the
Mistress and Traci the more than willing sex slave. Even now, as tired
as she was, Heather felt a chill go down her back at the thought of
the power and excitement she felt in guiding Traci from one sexual
encounter to another, always being sure Traci was getting more
pleasure than Heather was demanding in return.
It amazed Heather to see how responsive Traci had been to being a
slave, taking orders, performing sexual acts on her body. Traci had
clearly been deeply aroused the entire time. And, it scared her. She
had never before had such control over someone else. She was tired,
and felt confused. School would start soon and she felt off center.
And the Summer's internship experiences hadn't exactly helped her
settle down.
Into the box she placed Susan's note, and replaced the cover and
placed the heavy box high on the shelf in her closet. She stood
staring at it for a long time, then closed the door to the closet. At
her desk, she took out some personal stationary and wrote a long note
of thanks to Susan. Knowing she would want to know, she put in some of
the details of the games she and Traci had played, how wonderful they
had been, and promised a personal recounting of the night and day
soon. She sealed the envelope and placed it near her purse and bag.
She wrote another short note to Traci. "Traci, dearest; I had a
wonderful, erotic time with you this past day. In fact, the sex and
spirit of the day were both fantastic and scary to me, somehow. I
think I've tapped into some part of my personality that I know little
about. It has left me both tired physically (smile) and emotionally
and I need to sort things out before school starts next week. I'm
going down to my folks' place at the beach till the end of the week.
I'll be by when I get back. I'll miss you. Love, Heather"
She locked the door, dropped the note to Susan in the corner
mailbox and stopped by Traci's apartment on the way out of town,
sliding the other note under the door quietly, then driving down to
the beach.
She stopped for food and a couple of beach read books and soon was
settled in at the beach house for the week. She made sure all the
doors were locked and everything was as it always was, then went for a
long, long walk on the beach. Just as she was turning to go back in
the darkening evening, she noticed a man several hundred yards away
who was doing something with a net in the surf, but she couldn't make
it out. Tired, she turned back.
After a late meal, she cleaned up and decided to get cleaned up
for the night and then read for a while. Usually, she enjoyed showers
as a chance to not only get clean, but enjoy the spray on her
sensitive skin, particularly the areas around her nipples. Her hands
and fingers would always generate a large amount of lather from a bar
of soap, then spread it lovingly and gently over her body, lingering
everywhere her long fingers would remember were special. Showers
always ended with a satisfying orgasm to release the tension built up
from all the teasing.
Tonight, the shower was brief. Pulling on a long cotton nightgown
and drying her long hair, then brushing it out. She settled into the
living area with one of her books and a glass of wine, with soft music
playing on the radio. And then, after only a few hours, she put out
the lights and slid into the sheets of her bed. Skipping her usual
ritual of a long build-up to a clitoral orgasm to help relax her, she
closed her eyes, hugged her favorite stuffed animal to her, and almost
instantly was asleep.
And the week was much the same. Long walks, reading, some TV, some
shopping for more food. She knew she was down and needed a change. But
couldn't put her finger on what it was. Two days before she left the
beach, she went for another long walk and again spotted the stranger
casting a net into the surf. This time, she walked down and stood and
watched. The man was not much older than her, with a lean swimmers
build and not a trace of fat anywhere on his body as he worked. On the
sand were large glass jars in a holder on some sort of sleigh with a
rope to pull it.
"Hey! Would you bring out one of the empty jars?"
Heather pulled one of the jars from the holder and waded into the
surf until she reached him. He flashed her a dazzling smile and took
the jar from her. "Thanks. I'm Eric."
"Heather. What are you doing?"
"Plankton count in the surf for doctoral research. Every low tide.
This is the easy part. Then time to do the counts." He looked her
over.
"You're very beautiful!" He had to shout over the crash of the
surf. He was quickly filling the jar from the output of the net and
replacing the lid.
"Thanks!" And she almost told him he wasn't bad looking himself.
And shocked herself at the mere thought. She never dated men. They
never asked her. Or did she let them know somehow they were wasting
their time?
And then they waded out of the surf and Eric put the jar into the
sled and looked up. "Every see plankton?"
"No. I mean, not live. Pictures on TV."
"Come join me up at the cottage and you can count some for me. I'm
going blind. Just up here. No funny business,
promise." Eric looked at her confidently and started to pull the sled
without waiting for her answer.
And she was going to say no from reflex, but stopped herself and
followed along. The cottage turned out to be an old one from the
1950's, run down, but having that air about it from the days when all
there was out here was sand, water, and the fishing. Eric put the jars
down and began to make up slides with practiced ease while she
watched. Putting one into a microscope, he adjusted it and slid out of
his chair.
"Here. Now I focused on one right in plan view." His hard chest
pressed into her back as he leaned forward to work a control on the
microscope. For the first time in a week, a spark of excitement pulled
on her nipples and she felt her pussy get warm. God, it's a GUY for
God's sake! Calm down. You never get interested in guys. But the
contact was getting all her attention and she was having a hard time
concentrating on the slide, or her words.
"Yes, I see it." It looked like a miniature shrimp, almost
transparent.
"Good. Now run these controls slowing all the way from stop to
stop, then turn this control one quarter turn, and then the other stop
to stop, until you have looked slowly at the entire slide. Count every
plankton you see."
And he pulled away, leaving a burning sensation on her back and
she wanted him to return. But she started to count. And for an hour,
he handed her slides and she counted. As she got better, it went
faster. Two hours later, they were done and he finished recording the
data in his field book, and went and opened the refrigerator.
"Beer or wine?"
"Wine would be nice. Why count all these plankton?"
"Well, I am building a theory that the numbers are decreasing for
certain reasons and I need baseline data to support it. My thesis is
due in six months and I haven't even finished the research yet. This
is my last chance for data. I go to school at a university over on the
other coast, but a friend had this place for the Summer, so here I am.
Wrong coast, but the theory should be valid regardless of the ocean or
beach."
He handed her a glass of wine. "And you?"
"Junior at the local college. Art major. I worked the Summer as an
intern for an ad agency doing multimedia graphics and that sort of
thing. I have to be back at school in two days." She took a long
drink.
"Umm. I'm starved. Would you agree to stay and have dinner with
me? I'm a good cook and would love the company." He looked very
hopeful.
"Yes, that would be nice. I've been alone all week myself." Damn,
she shouldn't have told him that. But, he seemed harmless. After all,
he hadn't made any moves yet, anyway.
And dinner he did fix. Five courses, and it was all delicious.
They laughed and horsed around in the kitchen making it all and then
cleaning it up. And suddenly, they were back in the living room
standing facing each other and she was wondering...
"Listen, I know I said no funny business, and I'm a man of my
word, but my soul is never going to let me have peace the rest of my
life unless I at least try to kiss the most beautiful woman I've been
lucky enough in my life to meet."
He approached her and she knew she wanted him to do it, so she
tilted her head back and he kissed her gently, lingering, a hand on
each of her shoulders. He finally pulled back and gazed into her eyes.
"Wow. My soul..."
"Eric, my soul is never going to be at rest unless your soul," she
put her hand on his hard chest" is completely satisfied. Kiss me
again." Gosh, what am I doing? she wondered as she was saying it.
And he did. This time, his arms went around her and her full chest
flattened against his, the contrast of soft on hard adding to the
flood of new sensations now flooding her loins. She missed the swell
of another woman's breasts pushing on and in between her own, adding
to the wonderful cushion of flesh between their bodies. His cock was
hard now and pressed firmly into her stomach. For her, also a
completely new sensation. And one that had her pussy beginning to
drip.
His tongue worked her mouth roughly and wetly, and he moved to her
neck. Her breath was already coming in short gasps and he pulled away.
"Heather, I really meant..."
"I know. It's my choice. Love me." And they moved together then
walked to the back bedroom and he pulled her to him again. The kissing
was more urgent and he rapidly pulled the buttons on her sweater open
and pulled the sweater from her. As he saw her breasts for the first
time, he quickly began to suck the nipples and she felt the sparks
shooting. But he was going from place to place too fast, leaving her
hanging and wanting more at each tender spot she was focusing on. And
then, the sensations were somewhere else and she flowed toward them,
then again he moved on.
"Slow down!" she wanted to scream, but he was now pulling off his
shirt and shorts. His cock was standing straight out and, while not
overly large, was nicely shaped. She reached out and took it in her
hand, caressing it slowly. Maybe a slow hand job will give him the
idea, she thought. She backed slowly onto the bed and sat down.
He joined her in the bed and moved over her, kissing her breasts
and quickly moved to rubbing her pussy with sand roughened fingers,
pulling and scratching her slightly. And then, he moved her legs apart
and he began to mount her. She was not really ready. Wet, very
aroused. But, it was so fast. Not like...
Somewhere, somehow a condom had made its way onto his cock, and he
penetrated her quickly. She groaned at the suddenness of her organs
being moved rudely out of the way and he tightened his arms around
her. His weight pressed her down, and his hips began to pump, her
pussy raising and lowering to meet him. Her clit, now beginning to
extend, was being pinched against him each time he slammed down, and
hurt instead of sending her flying. But the sliding of his hot cock
inside her was good. Very nice. Definitely better than her toys. Well,
most of them, anyway. And none of them generated all this heat. God,
he was a hot poker inside her. She moaned.
Toys can't duplicate that heat, she thought in quick moment. Enjoy
this. You've always wondered. Eric, slow down. Please slow down. I
want to experience the sensations and learn to go with them.
He was missing all her cues and drove on, his tempo picking up.
Concentrating her own passion was finally rising to meet his at last
and she felt the familiar warm tunnel of lust begin to suck her down
into it. But, his hard buns under her hands and roughness of his hands
kept distracting her, slowing her slide, blocking her relaxation. This
could be so nice, so different, but she was not in control here.
And then, without warning, he came. He stiffened and shook, pelvis
driving against her hard several times. And then, he rolled off her.
NO! I'm not done yet! Just a little more. Shit! Shit! Her brain
was screaming at him. But it was over. He rubbed her arm a few more
times, and kissed one nipple. Her pussy was aching for release and she
felt totally frustrated. Soon, he got up and dressed. She cleaned
herself up and also dressed and went and joined him in the living
room. And she found she had nothing to say to him. He seemed
uncomfortable that she was still there, so she suggested she leave.
And he walked her back to her cottage in the dark and kissed her
and said, "That was the best. I can't believe I just meet you and have
to leave in the morning. Let me write my address for you. There. I'll
call you at school. Promise." And he was a dark shape walking down the
beach.
"So, Heather my dear," she was talking to herself as she walked
inside, "you wanted to know all these years if it would be different
with a man? Any questions?" And she laughed. And stood at the top of
the steps in the doorway still trying to make out his shape in the
distance. And she cried a little. It was textbook. Very nice,
but....yes, very nice in a way. Not long enough. And now, she was
amazed she could still feel him up inside her. A phantom cock, still
pushing at her insides, sliding in and out. Definitely not long
enough. He'd never know what he just walked away from. She could have
gone all night if only knew how she felt and how aroused she'd been
and known how to please her.
She cleaned up and showered, dried her hair and went back out on
the darkened porch and sat with her feet up on the railing. A very
gentle breeze blew her skirt up and the tendrils of wind teased her
pussy and the backs of her thighs. Her hair blew around her in the
wind, and most of it ended up covering her breasts. The very long pink
nipples stood up against the cotton fabric of the thin blouse, but she
made no attempt at self stimulation. She sat that way for a long time
and went to bed and fell instantly to sleep.
The next day, she cleaned up the cottage and emptied the fridge,
and read on the beach and swam a lot. The beach was totally deserted
now, so she felt a bit lonely as evening came. Dinner also included a
bottle of light wine and she went to bed a bit tipsy.
In the morning, she packed her things, locked up the cottage and
left the key with the real estate office on her way out. The long
drive back to her apartment was uneventful. She put her things away
and discovered two messages on her answering machine. One was from her
Mom. "Hi, dear. Just to let you know we're back from our trip and it
was great. We had a message here from Traci saying you were at the
beach for the week and needed to be alone. I hope you are fine and
please call me when you get in. Traci sounded a bit worried about you.
You know she cares a great deal for you, and frankly, I think you two
make a darling couple. Call me."
"Darling couple?" She knew they were lovers? How? She had only
mentioned Traci a couple of times in letters, or on the phone. Well,
the cat was out of the bag now, she thought. Mom wanted to talk about
her lover.
The second call was from Traci. "Hi. When you get back, stop over
and tell me what's up. Missed you all week. A LOT! See you later, I
hope."
She dialed home first, taking a deep breath as the phone started
to ring. "Hello?" It was her Mom.
"Hi, it's Heather. I'm back from the beach and ready for school
tomorrow."
"I'm so glad. Sounds like you had an exciting Summer and I can't
wait to hear all about it. Suppose we drive down next weekend and all
go out to dinner?"
"That'd be great Mom! I've missed you and Dad all Summer. Seemed
strange to be out on my own and never get to see you."
"We felt the same way and talked about you everyday. By the way,
why don't you invite Traci to join us."
Ah. There was the other shoe. "Mom, I mean, we never...you've
never said anything..."
Her mother interrupted, "Dear, I've known since you were thirteen
and the only friends you ever had were girls. I used to have to change
your sheets almost every morning once your hormones kicked in full
time and you started to masturbate and had someone sleep over!"
"MOM!"
"I don't mean to shock you, but you must think we're blind.
Anyway, you're not the first in the family, so I think we know how to
handle everything. You have our full love and support, always have and
always will. I will miss planning a wedding, though!" She laughed.
Heather thought about Eric in that second. "Well, don't be too
quick to eliminate that. I. Well. I don't think it's just girls any
more. I'm a bit confused about that right now." Wait, did she say not
the first in the family? Who?
"Oh. Well, whatever is the right answer for you will be fine with
us, you can rest assured. Now, don't forget to invite Traci. Got to
run. See you next Saturday night. You pick the place."
"OK. I'm sure Traci will love to come. I hope you like her. See
you then!"
And she hung up. And sat for a long time thinking about Traci,
Eric, boys, girls. And decided one thing for sure. She was horny as
hell. And felt back to herself.
It was late as she pulled up at Traci's apartment house. She could
see from the windows that the lights weren't on, not a good sign. When
alone, Traci lit up the place like a stage for fear of burglars and
rapists. So, for certain, she wasn't home. And her car wasn't anywhere
to be seen. Just in case, she walked up the stairs and stopped at
Traci's door. There was a note taped to the door just above the
knocker.
"Heather, if you stop by, I'm over at my sister's. The directions
are below. They are having a pool party and invited me at the last
minute and, since you weren't back yet, decided to go to help me
unwind before classes start tomorrow. I HAD hoped to unwind with you
(hint), but it looks like a missed opportunity. If it's not too late,
come on over and have some wine and we'll at least chat. Traci"
Heather looked at her watch and decided it was too late, but,
Traci wasn't back yet, so, she'd stop over anyway. The directions were
easy to follow and in twenty minutes, she pulled up in front of a nice
big house with a big lawn. Traci's car was still out front! Great!
She got out and started toward the house.
Traci picked up her watch and held it up to see the watch hands by
the dim lights in the pool. It was almost midnight and she had waited
out here hoping Heather would come. Now, she was horny, and worried
about Heather. A very gentle, cool breeze was wafting over the pool
now, ruffling the top of the water, green in the pool lights. The
other guests were gone and her sister just told her to close up when
she left. She sat in her two-piece suit and looked at her hands. She
had let the nails grow all Summer and was proud of how they looked.
She knew long nails trapping Heather's long nipples drove her wild and
she had planned to tease her all night in the pool. But. It was at
that moment she knew, sensed, that Heather was there. It was her
scent, that wonderful scent that she gave off, a combination of hair
shampoo, perfume, and that unmistakable punk of a woman in heat, mixed
together. Her heart skipped a beat and settled into an increased
rhythm. She lifted her head and saw Heather standing at the end of the
walk in the darkness, just short of the pool deck.
"I didn't think you would come."
"I got back late, and Mom, well, I came right over when I saw your
note. I missed you."
The two of them walked toward each other, smiling. With every
step, Heather felt her legs get weak and her pussy fill with
lubrication. They met and Traci took her smoothly into her arms and
they kissed. A deep, longing, erotic kiss with two tongues dancing in
and out of each other's mouths, saliva pouring back and forth between
them in some heady brew that heightened their arousal. Both of them
were breathing through flared nostrils.
Heather's breasts were on fire to be rubbed and pinched. She
rubbed herself vigorously against Traci's equally full tits and moaned
into Traci's mouth.
"Traci, please take me. Fuck me. God, please fuck me. Now, right
here. I can't wait. I want you so much."
A sharp thrill ran down Traci's spine at these lust filled words.
Heather's mouth covered hers again and they sucked and tongue fucked
each other for another minute. Then, Traci pulled back and turned
Heather around. In a second, she released her top and pulled the ties
on her bottom, and stood naked. She eased her swollen boobs against
Heather's back and the heat in them felt like a branding iron against
Heather's skin, through her blouse.
Traci moved close and whispered in her ear. "I will fuck you till
dawn, if you want it. I need you too. Close your eyes and let me fuck
you, suck you and love that outrageous body of yours."
Her fingers were working slowly down Heather's front, rubbing her
breasts and now hard nipples against the insides of her arms as she
worked the buttons on the blouse free. She eased the blouse up out of
her shorts and the last button came free. She eased back from her and
ran her now long nails up Heather's back to the bra strap. Heather
moaned loudly. The bra catch came free in an instant, but Traci made
no move to remove the blouse or the bra. She ran her nails down the
back from the nape of her neck to the top of her shorts, then around
her sides and across the top of her stomach. She could feel Heather
tremble from the touch on her skin.
Moving closer to her again, her own breasts flattened once more
against the trembling girl and her hands now traced up the stomach and
eased the bra cups loose, first from one breast, then the other. Very
slowly, tickling and tracing patterns on the bottom of the heavy orbs
becoming exposed.
"Oh, shit. That's SO NICE! I'm soaked. please. don't make me wait.
I need it. Oh, God." It was all a groan an Heather's body began to
almost glow from the heat she was producing.
The bra cups were now pushed up on top of the large swollen tits
and finally, she closed both hands underneath both breasts, lifting
them lightly, and closing a long extended nipple between each thumb
and index finger nail. She tightened her grip and Heather shuddered.
Her breasts were on fire in Traci's hands. Traci finally let her right
hand move down and release the snap at the top of Heather's shorts.
She unzipped the zipper half way, and eased her hand down over the
hard, flat belly, then the tips were in Heather's bush, so thick and
wonderful between her fingers. Her fingers moved on and Heather was
already humping her hand, trying to hurry her. She tightened her
fingers around the left nipple and twisted it.
Heather's attention went back to her breast and the electric
sparks pouring from the nipple across her chest, just as Traci slid
two fingers smoothly between her cum slick lips and into her pussy to
the second knuckle.
Heather began to go tense and shake and Traci knew she was going
to cum and eased another finger inside and spread them, letting
Heather's pussy clamp down on the pressure. Heather felt her inner
thighs get white hot and heat pour into her pussy and up her stomach
as the orgasm hit her.
"I'm cumming..." it was a whisper as the wind was driven from her
by the intensity of it. Traci worked the spot just to the side of
Heather's clit that she knew Heather liked better than any other place
to be touched. And Heather stiffened again and groaned very loudly as
she came twice more in rapid succession. And then, Traci just held her
as she came down a bit.
Heather turned and hugged Traci, her head on Traci's shoulder.
"That was so nice. Nobody does that like you do. I felt so fucking
horny."
"Would you like to go for a swim?"
"I didn't bring a suit with me."
"Don't need one. Look at me! Anyway, I'll go in and kill the pool
lights and let Sis know we'll be out here for a while. Don't go away
now!" She gave her a kiss and Heather took her right breast in her
hand and began to gently knead it, finally pulling it into her mouth.
Traci groaned and pulled her head into her tit. "Yes, I need that
too. Let's get to the pool." And they separated and Traci grabbed a
towel to wrap around herself and ran to the house. Heather went to a
lounge chair and sat on the edge, her open blouse and bunched up bra
still where Traci had left them, her shorts just barely hanging on her
hips. The feeling of Traci's hot breasts on her back was still very
much there, as well as the feeling of pressure from those talented
fingers deep in her pussy. She closed her eyes and just sat, re-
experiencing those feelings.
Suddenly, Traci was there by her. "Here, we'll put some oil on
first. You'll like this, I bet. No, let me undress you. You know it
makes me crazy to strip you. I'm hot for you already, so this will
make me really jump your bones.
Traci closed her eyes and finally, felt the feather touch of
Traci's fingers as she eased the blouse back slowly of one shoulder at
a time and then slid it down her arms and off. Then, the bra, one cup
at a time. The fingers gently tracing alone the skin of her breasts,
the sides, the tops, the hard tips, and down her arms as the straps
went free.
She heard the glug from a bottle and then Traci began to smooth a
thick layer of oil over her shoulders and neck. Taking her time, she
worked the oil slowly down her back and arms, stopping at the top of
the shorts. Pouring more oil, she very slowly worked it into the top
of Heather's front, and then down ever so gradually onto the swelling
orbs finally, palming each nipple and rubbing in into the firm tits
until the nipples were standing straight out, fully erect. Traci felt
her pussy flood from the sight and feel of these erotic pencils of
flesh, longer than she could ever have imagined a woman could be. And
so tender and sensitive. The feel of them deep in her throat made her
almost cum as she sucked on them briefly, ignoring the oil.
Heather was sinking into the satin feel of the oil. It made her
skin warm, even in the cool breeze. Her breasts were hot inside and
Traci's slow steady actions were getting her very turned on again.
Traci pulled her slowly to her feet and then eased the dangling shorts
off her, exposing her naked, very wet pussy to the cool air. It was a
wanton, delicious feeling. Traci continued to lather on the oil,
working down each leg and back up, then the other, and finally,
standing pressing against Heather's well oiled side, worked a copious
handful into Heather pussy and ass crack, lingering over her asshole,
finally, sliding her oiled index finger inside just to the first
knuckle.
The silky, satiny feeling was almost too erotic to stand, as
though her body senses had gone into some totally new level of
pleasure. And she floated inside the pleasure, feeling the cool
breeze, feeling her exposed parts tingle.
"OK. Now me. Be quick, I want you in the pool." Traci whispered in
her ear.
Heather opened her eyes and realized just how dark it was with the
pool lights off. She took the bottle and spread oil on Traci as well,
also making sure she took care to oil Traci's pussy and ass very well.
And she returned the favor and inserted a finger deep into Traci's ass
and began to wiggle it. Traci was moaning and her pussy was running
down her oiled leg.
"Oh, honey. Ummmm. Nice. Pool. Let me do you in the pool. Keep
that thought." And they slipped their arms around each other and
walked to the end of the pool and stepped down into the water.
Again, it felt entirely different from before. The oil kept her
skin hot inside, and the cooler water felt like it was a layer away
from her now silken skin. Traci stopped her when they were waist deep.
She could feel her pussy tighten against the cold, but inside her
molten loins stayed just as hot.
Traci, facing her with their boobs pressing into each other,
slowly worked the pins out of Heather's long hair and then, every so
gently, let it down her back, separating it with her fingers, it's
rich fullness accented by the slick oil on her fingers. Heather felt
the hair on her back, and as it always had, she felt her arousal
increase and her chest go tight from the sensuous feeling on the skin
of her back and upper ass as the hair became wet and drifted back and
forth over her tight, oiled buns.
Then, Traci took them deeper and told her to float on her back.
Heather loved to float, and she just laid back and put her arms out
with legs slightly separated and began to float. Traci gently began to
guide her around the pool as she floated. Every few seconds, her hands
glided over Heather's legs, or stomach, or breasts, but only for a few
seconds at a time and never in any pattern. Heather's skin was cool in
the water, and the skin tightened around her swollen breasts, which
felt molten hot inside. The nipples, puckered tight in the night air,
were standing up like spikes and the wetness left from Traci's roaming
fingers would cool in the night air and they felt almost painfully
tight. Her state of arousal continued to climb as she floated in a
state of near ecstasy. Her pussy was swollen inside, but the lips
remained tightly sealed by the cold water, trapping the growing pool
of cum and adding pressure inside her cunt. As much as she wanted to
have an orgasm, the buildup was so intense she wanted it to last
forever.
After almost thirty minutes of this, Traci guided them both over
to where the pool filter pump was jetting an output of water from the
side of the pool. Positioning them both a safe distance from the
intense jet, she opened her own legs wide and felt the tendrils of
pulsed jets of water on the back of her ass and on her pussy, now
fully swollen from her own arousal from touching Heather's voluptuous
body. As her own orgasm began a slow approach, she moved Heather's
legs wider apart and pulled her gently toward her, parting her tight
pussy with two fingers and moving them deeply inside the hot confines,
her trapped cum seeping past them as she worked them in and out of
Heather. She kept one hand under Heather's butt and gently guided her
back and forth onto her fingers, fucking her on her hand, gradually
adding a third finger.
Heather felt the pulses of water touching her ass and pussy as
Traci moved her around. Almost in a sort of sexual trance at this
point, she felt the silky touch of Traci's hand grip her ass and begin
to move her back and forth, and then two fingers slide inside her
tight pussy and she began to quiver in the water from the rapid
buildup to orgasm. As another finger slid in, she came with a great
shudder, a wave of white hot heat filled her thighs and spread up her
stomach, then to her chest and face, and finally, she was floating in
a cushion of heat from the orgasm that seemed to last forever. Traci
continued to stroke her pussy and clit and the fire started again and
she moaned into the night air. Traci was soooooo good at fucking her.
She wanted her to fuck her forever. Make this last forever. Silky
skin. Cool air, hard nipples, tight pussy. Forever. At that moment,
she had never before let go some completely to her own desires and
sensations. She was Traci's to do with as she pleased. Completely.
As she finally came down from her intense arousal, she weakly
regained her legs and they hugged. Heather led her to the deeper end
of the pool and forced her to swim back to the deepest end, just under
the diving board. And they kissed as they tread water slowly.
Then, Heather took a very deep breath, and simply slid down
underwater, using Traci's ample figure for hand holds, sliding her
fingers between Traci's legs and sinking down in front of her pussy,
she moved Traci's legs far apart and pressed her lips and tongue into
Traci's tight pussy, parting the lips with her tongue.
Compared to the cool water, the hot tongue felt like a fire brand
as it entered her welcoming pussy, and Traci gasped out, "God, yes,
fuck me with your tongue. Make me cum. Oh, Oh, Yes. Ohhhh...." She
tried to concentrate on treading water, but was rapidly approaching
her long delayed orgasm.
Heather surfaced to get air, and they kissed again. Traci held her
close with one hand. "Eat me, honey. It is unbelievably good. Do me. I
need you to do me so bad."
Heather slid under and again she began to savage the now-swollen
clit with her tongue. Her wonderful fan of hair moved around Traci's
stomach and ass and was adding to the tingling rapidly racing through
Traci's nervous system. Traci was now quivering and trembling and
having trouble keeping her head above water. Heather took one last big
gulp of air and this time, as her tongue slid deep into her pussy,
then up to her clit, Traci came with a groan and slid under water with
Heather still at work between her legs. Only the desperate need for
air forced them both to the surface where they hung on the side of the
pool hugging each other.
And they repeated the events, only this time Traci floated and
Heather did her in the end, and Traci ate her in the deep end and
Heather came so hard she almost passed out underwater. Satiated for
the moment, with their arms around each other's waist, they left the
pool and began to dry off with some towels Traci had brought out. They
carefully wiped each other dry, and pulled the towels tight around
each other and twisted them to stay above their ample bosoms.
Heather spoke first. "Where did you learn that trick? It was
fantastic. I loved it."
"Not telling you. I have to have some secrets, after all. And you,
with that underwater tongue job, I couldn't believe I'd actually
orgasm, but I sure did. I thought I'd drown, and didn't care!" They
both laughed.
"Mom and Dad are coming down next Saturday and want you to join us
for dinner. Mom is calling us a couple now and wants to meet my
lover." Heather was looking at Traci from the corner of her eyes to
gauge her reaction.
"That sounds very nice. I'd love to meet them face to face. I
suppose she told you I called to let them know where you were?"
"Yeah. You are a worry wort. But, something did happen at the
beach I need to talk to you about. Maybe later this week." "OK. We
need to get cleaned up and head back. I have classes to teach and you,
you have to listen to me! At least one of us should be awake. There
are showers in the back of the house and the door is open."
Heather was relieved the Traci was so relaxed about her parents.
Yes, she was her lover. Not just some casual sex thing, but, a real
relationship. She stood there looking a Traci and leaned forward and
kissed her hard.
"We are lovers, aren't we?"
"I should hope so, or else I'm in love with the wrong person."
Traci said smiling, and she kissed Heather back.
And Heather reached out and snatched the towel off Traci and
turned and raced for the showers. Traci gave a whoop and chased after
her, laughing. And they were still laughing as they soaped each other
up and began that magical dance of fingers on breasts and pussies that
brought them off again and again with such relaxed ease.
Maybe nobody would be awake in class. Who cared?
HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES PARTS 21A/B BY "RAMAPO"
Today would be a long one, as Heather stretched in bed before
heading to the bathroom. Naked as always, she lay there and ran her
hands up her sides and under her large, erect breasts and pushed a
pink nipple up to her mouth. Leaning her head down, she pulled it
firmly into her mouth and pulled on it hard and it immediately erected
under the practiced guidance of her tongue. Pinning the now very long
nipple to the roof of her mouth with her tongue, she bit down gently
until the flesh of her breast was trapped in her mouth, and withdrew
her hand from supporting the breast. The increased pressure and
pulling sensation on her breast and nipple started a steady stream of
sparks to her pussy and she felt herself get moist. The rapid arousal
always worked when she needed to get there fast, and she groaned from
the wave of pleasure in her belly. Then, she repeated the action with
the other breast, this time, as she released it to hang from her
mouth, she pulled at the other nipple, twisting it slowly back and
forth, and applying pressure under the nipple with a firm thumb and
index finger and groaned even louder.
She often wondered if the landlady overheard her making noise when
she masturbated, but generally didn't care.
Her cunt was now liquid and on fire from the stimulation of her
chest, and a hand went to her mons and began to stoke it and press
downward against the heavenly swelling between her legs. In only
seconds, her clit appeared between her puffy and opening lips and
stood erect for her fingernail to gently tease. In only seconds, the
first orgasm built up in her loins and with a grunt and a spasm that
shook the entire bed, her butt drove down violently into the mattress
and then jerked back up against the waiting finger. And again. And
then, yet again. Finally, sweating lightly from the very rapid
repetition of orgasms, and with her heart still beating hard, she let
herself calm down and then swung her feet onto the floor and walked to
the john, a thin trickle of cum wetting her thigh.
In the shower, she ran the day's schedule through her head over
again and washed quickly, taking time to bring herself off twice more,
just for good measure. Good measure, because she knew it would be the
last time she was going to be able to do anything at all sexual with
anybody, or to herself until her guests left on Sunday. The early
morning masturbation, while not at all uncommon for her, was
especially necessary in a vain attempt to cool her erotic ardor a bit,
at least for today. Tomorrow would be a challenge.
Jumping into a pair of old jeans cutoffs, with threads hanging
down (they tickled her legs, a definite BIG turnon as she walked), a
mistake today, but she forgot that for the moment as she pulled a
sleeveless light sweater over her now bra-encased breasts. The nipples
still tingled from her teeth and she rubbed them hard with her palms
to try to get them to settle down, which they slowly did. Her body had
a sense memory like nothing she could imagine. Even now, twenty
minutes later, she could feel her fingernail on her clit almost as if
she was still arousing herself. Damn. Body, settle down and give me a
break! At least for the next couple of days.
No Traci. Or anybody else. Her cousins were coming for a college
visit and interviews. Well, actually, her second cousin Tami and two
of her high school girl friends, Gina and Chloe. Heather's Mother had
called on Wednesday night to ask if they could stay with her at the
apartment for the weekend, pick them up at the train station and drop
them off, and generally watch over them for the weekend and show them
the campus. Unable to say no, she agreed, even though the homework was
piling up already, even though school was only into the second week of
the Junior year.
And Traci. Traci, her dear sweet luscious lover, and, art
professor, was the worst! Her class assignments were many, tough, and
demanding. Traci had warned her that if anything, their relationship
would mean that she would be harder on Heather than anyone else in her
class so that if anyone found out about their being lovers, they
couldn't find any trace of favoritism. Well, that was for certain.
They had only had time to see each other once aside from the dinner
with her parents, which had gone very well. After all these years of
worrying about how to handle her sexual orientation with them, it all
seemed to just fall into place. She knew they were exceptional
parents. She never felt so loved.
And she and Traci would not see each other this weekend because of
Heather's commitments. Heather missed her, and wondered if they could
get back to the pool before the Summer ended and it would be too cold
to float and...
Her Mother had made a very big deal out of warning her that her
cousin and friends, whom Heather hardly knew, except from a family
reunion picnic many years before, came from a very conservative branch
of the family from a very small town in the mid-west who were very
religious. Heather had to be careful to protect them and not do
anything that would go against their beliefs. She assured her Mom that
she understood and would send them home unsullied. It would be the
same as if they had come to live in a monastery. They had both
laughed, but when Heather had hung up, she knew it would be tough.
First, she had a female lover, who would be interviewing the girls!
Second, the school was anything but an innocent place, with mixed sex
dorms, heavy weekend drinking and partying, and minimal supervision by
the school officials.
Having been sixteen only four years previously, she remembered
quite clearly how hot to trot she had been, and most of her friends at
that age. Ready to bust out and experiment. And now, away from home,
she expected that her firm hand and restrictions were not going to go
down well at all. No, definitely, not well at all.
Her classes finished at three o'clock, right on schedule and she
made a beeline for her apartment to change. Keeping an eye on the
clock, she changed into a pair of loose slacks, a heavy, thick fabric
bra that flattened her breasts somewhat and definitely hid her erotic
nipples, and then a blouse that was almost baggy and her ample bosom
line all but disappeared. Welcome back to high school she thought. She
kept on the G-string panties just to feel good under her disguise.
Scrubbing all the makeup off her face, she pulled her hair back
and put it into a bun and pinned it. There, she thought. Put a habit
on me and I'm all set for the nunnery! The pressure of the tight bra
pulling her breasts hard against her ribs actually felt quit good, and
her tingling pussy made a liar out of her even as she had the thought.
Yeah, right.
She headed for the train station, and even with a heavy foot on
the accelerator, she was ten minutes late parking. She rushed into the
station, and found the platform the train came in on and was relieved
to see that Amtrak was late again, and relaxed a moment. She reached
the platform just as the train rolled in and she stood up by the
engine, not wanting to miss the kids as they came off the train.
Many people got off, and then she spotted them near the last car,
far down the platform. It was hard to miss this group. Each had on a
small hat with a ribbon, a simple, shapeless dress that came to the
knees, white anklet socks and white flats. They even had on white
gloves! A purse was hanging from one shoulder and they carried
something in one hand, but at this distance, she couldn't make out
what it was.
She tried to guess who was who, but her distant memory from the
picnic long ago wasn't of much use. They walked slowly toward her and
she noticed that the tallest girl, about her own height, was a blond
with long straight hair, like it was ironed straight. She walked in
the lead and guessed she must be Tami. Very cute from here. To her
left walked a brunette with short hair, almost bouncing along. And to
her right and slightly to behind the two others was a very dark haired
girl who was two inches or so shorter than Tami, her hair cut in a
nice blunt cut at the top of the shoulders, nicely framing her very
pretty face. But what made her stand out was the fluid, almost slinky
way she walked, gliding along the platform. It was a sexy walk that
oozed of erotic intent and Heather felt herself go damp just allowing
herself watch her flow toward her. Get a grip girl! Here they are!
"Are you Tami? HI! I'm your cousin Heather."
"HI!" They hugged briefly. Tami introduced her to Gina, the
brunette, who said hi and shook her hand and then to Chloe, who, to
Heather's surprise, floated over to her and gave her a very intimate
hug and a kiss on the cheek. In just those few seconds, she could feel
two very firm, large breasts press into her ribs just under her own.
This girl was built, but the dress gave almost no clue to the curves
underneath, hidden in all the frills. As Chloe stepped back, found it
difficult to stop looking into the girl's liquid brown bedroom eyes,
her gaze locked unblinkingly with Heather's.
Finally, Heather broke the moment and said, "Well, welcome to our
town and my college! I hope you like it here. We'll go back to my
apartment and let you get settled, then go to the college eating hall
and have dinner so you can see the crowd. Then, we'll play it by ear,
OK?"
"Great! We can pick up our bags upstairs at the baggage claim
area." As they turned to go, Heather realized that the girls were each
carrying a small leather bound Bible in their gloved hands. It was a
scene from Anne of Green Gables and she almost started laughing. She
led the way and soon had their luggage in the trunk of the car and
they were soon in her apartment.
As the girls spread their things out in the extra bedroom, Tami
came in and handed her an envelop. "Mother said I was to give this to
you as soon as we arrived. I forgot at the train station, I was so
excited to be here." Heather took it from her hand and looked up at a
worried face.
"Don't worry. I wouldn't have read it there anyway. Go settle in
and we'll get something to eat."
As she left, Heather tore open the envelop and rapidly scanned the
contents, written in a tight, neat feminine hand.
Dear Heather,
Thank you so much for agreeing to take in the girls on such
short notice. I know you will have much to do in a short time,
but I want you to remember that we have raised Tami (and the
other parents are in agreement on this) in a strict upbringing
much more restrictive than your own. Please respect my wishes and
apply my rules in deciding what is allowable and not your own. I
have confidence that we can count on you completely.
1. The girls have a 9PM curfew at night, with no exceptions. This
includes bathing and prayers.
2. They are to read their Bible's for ten minutes each morning
and evening.
3. They are not allowed to consume alcohol in any quantity, or
any other drugs.
4. Under no circumstances are they allowed to go out on a date
with a boy unless you chaperone them, and have them in by the
curfew time.
5. Tami has a slight sleep walking problem right now. Chloe is
fully aware of the problem, the treatment that Tami has been
getting, and how to handle things if the problem should occur
during their visit. Under no circumstances talk to Tami about
this, only Chloe, as Tami is not fully aware of the problem. I do
not expect any problems, however, as she has been much better as
of late.
Good luck and I hope to meet you one of these days.
Thank you again for kind assistance.
Signed, Linda Greer
WOW! The kids DO live in nunnery! 9 PM curfew? Is she kidding? And
sleep walking? Well, I have to do this or everyone will get into hot
water. She went over to the doorway and motioned for Chloe to come
over. Again, Heather was intrigued at the fluid way she moved. Never
in a hurry, just unbelievably graceful. It was very sexy.
"Yes?"
"Can you come in a minute? And close the door a bit? Thanks. Come
here and sit on the bed. Tell me about Tami and the sleepwalking."
"Oh, her Mother mentioned that? Well, it's quite embarrassing for
her. About six months ago, she just started getting up at night and
walking around the house. One night, she got everyone else out of bed,
got them downstairs and in a circle on the floor and had them singing
songs and holding hands for hours, then they all went back to bed. She
didn't remember it at all the next day. She did other things like
that. Once they woke her up and she freaked out, so they took her to
the doctor's and he advised that she should come in for treatments
immediately. He told us that if she does walk in her sleep, under no
circumstances should we wake her up, and if she wants things done, we
should do them to keep her happy, no matter what they are. But, we
needn't worry, I don't think. She hasn't done it for weeks now and the
Doctor thinks she might be over it. I'm sure Tami's Mom only mentioned
it so if it happened you'd know what to do. Anyway, I know all about
it and I'll help if it happens." Heather was just falling into this
girls voice. Soft, slow speaking, it was a melodious sexy voice that
pulled you into it and made you want to have her just keep talking to
you. That and her deep brown eyes were getting Heather all aroused.
She finally broke free from the spell with an effort and they
stood up. "Thanks, Chloe. Not a problem to worry about. Let's get some
eats!" Even as she said it, her eyes fell down to the front of Chloe's
dress, trying to see the full tits she knew lurked there, but was
defeated by the simple lines of the fabric that showed her nothing.
She glanced up and Chloe was looking directly at her, a slight smile
on her lips. Finally, she broke eye contact and they walked out of the
room together.
After dinner, Heather and the girls walked all over the campus and
at eight thirty headed back for the apartment. Heather noticed that
they made no protest at the early end to the evening. In the
apartment, they cleaned up and changed into night clothes, totally
baggy night gowns that covered their bodies from the neck down to
their toes. While Heather studied, they read from their Bibles, said
prayers on their knees and then, gave Heather a kiss on the cheek and
walked back to the other room to go to bed. Chloe waited till last and
came over and stood by Heather for a moment, looking down at her from
hooded eyes, holding her gaze unblinkingly. Then, she leaned down and
gave Heather a kiss full on the mouth, holding it just a moment longer
than a friendly kiss required, then stood up, still holding Heather's
eyes with her own.
Heather's heart started to race and she felt her pussy go wet.
Damn! What the hell was that? Where did that come from? She's just
being friendly, calm down. She's a kid from a farm and she reads her
Bible all the time. But her pussy was screaming that this girl wanted
her, and she knew her pussy was never wrong. Oh, shit. I hope she
doesn't try anything. I don't think I'll be able to keep my hands off
her and then we'll really have a stink.
And Chloe retired and pulled the door shut behind her. Leaving
Heather tight-chested and breathing hard. Finally, she was able to get
back to studying and it was almost midnight when she slipped into the
bathroom and changed into a pair of flannel PJ's and slid between the
sheets. God, flannel, of all things. What we don't do to keep the
relatives happy. And then, she slept.
And awoke the next day with the sun well up and a knock on the
door asking if she was awake. They cleaned up in the bathroom one at a
time, and Heather could see them dressing through the open doorway.
Nothing remarkable, just white panties and cotton bras, with loose
sweaters and skirts of neutral colors. Chloe looked over at Heather to
make sure she was watching, then slowly removed her nightgown and let
Heather see her full figure. High breasted, with large brown nipples,
a very narrow waist, and then full hips, with long legs capped with a
very prominent mons with neatly trimmed bush. Still facing Heather,
who couldn't take her eyes off her, she pulled on a pair of bright
blue satin low cut panties that eased into the joints of her thighs
and framed her pussy like a mold, her slit clearly outlined by the
fabric. She took more time than necessary to adjust the top, pulling
the elastic away from her hard, flat stomach and running a finger
along the skin several times very slowly.
The bra was a matching fabric and she took even longer easing her
firm breasts into the cups and adjusting the fit, her fingers
lingering on her nipples and teasing them to hardness. When she was
done, she reached around back and snapped the clasp, her now tight
nipples thrusting out at Heather, the fabric becoming almost a second
skin. A deep cleavage resulted, inviting eyes, fingers, and tongues to
enjoy.
Chloe again locked eyes with Heather and Heather felt her knees
getting weak. Damn, this girl was trying to seduce her, she was sure.
And she was having her doubts about them being simple country girls.
At least Chloe...
Turning away at last, Chloe too slipped on a shapeless blouse and
skirt, which in seconds hid her voluptuous figure from view. It was
some minutes before Heather's heart slowed down and she felt able to
take them over to breakfast, then through the day's interviews.
Heather decided it certainly wasn't her imagination that Chloe was
interested in her after about the tenth time Chloe found an
opportunity to put her hand on Heather's arm, or in the small of her
back, and left it there for a few seconds each time, applying the
smallest amount of pressure.
And walking around with her, watching her movements was a torment
of sexual innuendo. It did not matter how much she tried to ignore it
all, but Heather found herself deeply aroused by the end of the day,
and several times tried to figure out how she could follow up on this,
but no opportunity presented itself and each time she chided herself
for even thinking about it. The girl's face, eyes, voice, and motions
were almost hypnotic and erotic in the extreme.
After dinner, they walked around again and finally, tired, went
back to the apartment and they had an almost exact repeat of the
activities of the night before. And again, Chloe waited till last to
kiss her goodnight. Heather planned to turn and present a cheek, but
Chloe had placed a hand under her jaw as she leaned down and tilted
Heather's head up to her and she again kissed her very fully on the
mouth, her lips very moist. And, just before they broke, Heather felt
an electric thrill go through her as she felt Chloe's tongue trace the
outline of her lips briefly, but distinctly.
Heather reached out and held the girl's hands, and stood up and
looked down into her eyes. "I know what you want. You have to
understand that we just can't." Even as she was saying it, every nerve
in her pussy was screaming fuck her, fuck her. "It wouldn't be right.
Your friends and parents would never understand and you would go home
with your life a big mess." Heather paused. "You are the one of the
sexiest people I've ever met and I would have you in my bed in a
second if things were different. But they are what they are. Please
understand and don't make things hard for either of us."
Chloe just looked into her gaze. "Do you have a lover?"
"Chloe, we can't..."
"Do you?" It was soft, almost a whisper.
"Yes, I do. She's wonderful for me. You have to find someone at
home. It can't be me, now, here. It will just be a problem for both of
us."
"It's too hard at home. Nobody's like me at home. They all are
after boys." It was a sad, disappointed voice. Forlorn.
Heather lifted her chin up and told her, "You are wrong. There are
others, all around you. You let me know what you wanted and I got the
message. And if they don't get the message, you try with others you
are attracted to. Just remember, you are not alone. You just are
growing up right now in a way that makes it harder. Not impossible."
"You really think that?"
"Yes, absolutely. You feelings are completely valid. Trust them.
And be patient. You will find the right person someday."
Finally, Chloe left the room and Heather realized she was wet
between the legs from being so near this girl. God, she WAS sexy. This
was going to be a long night for them both. Traci, where are you when
I need you? She was very tempted to just get off a quick one right
then, but pulled her hand back as it reached the top of her slacks.
No. It would shock these kids if they caught her. Frustrated, she
forced herself to sit at her desk.
It was even harder to study this evening, but she pushed and even
started writing a paper. Midnight was showing on the clock when she
brushed her teeth and hair, put on the ridiculous PJ's, and lay down.
She was laying there with her eyes just closed, when she heard the
door handle turn and she looked up to find Tami entering the bedroom.
"Tami, you can turn on the light so you can find your way to the
bathroom if you want." Heather spoke softly just in case the others
were already asleep.
Tami just came over and stood next to the bed for several minutes.
Heather just watched her, wondering what was going on. Finally, Tami
said, "I feel hot and need to take some clothes off." And she peeled
off the flannel nightgown from the bottom. She had a very well
developed woman's body, with light brown pubic hair, flowing hips and
small breasts tipped with very dark brown, small nipples.
Heather was amazed and before she could object, she felt the bed
shake and suddenly Chloe's voice was in her ear. "She's asleep. Just
go along. She's never taken off her clothes before. That's really a
new one." Heather was already starting to feel even more aroused from
the sight of the young girl in front of her and Chloe's sexy voice in
her ear, so close. She could feel the heat from the girl's bodies wash
over her own and her excitement grew more. Oh, God, she thought, this
is not happening. That familiar and oh so pleasurable feeling of lust
began to pull at her pussy and nipples.
Tami spoke again, gently, almost a whisper. "My breasts itch and I
need someone to rub them."
Heather whispered, "Who is she talking to? Are we supposed to
start fondling her chest? This is ridiculous..." Even as she said it,
mostly for show, she wanted to reach out and do it.
Tami spoke again, with louder, with anger in her voice, getting
upset, "Someone needs to rub my chest, now!"
Heather eagerly reached up and began to rub the young breasts
firmly. The nipples went hard immediately under her palms and her own
heart began to beat faster. She spotted Gina in the doorway out of the
corner of her eye, watching with her mouth open.
"Gina. Gina! Get in here and be quiet. She's asleep and doesn't
know what she's doing. Stop looking so shocked and be quiet." Tami was
running the show now. And Heather listened to her. After all, she was
supposed to be the expert on what to do when Tami was like this. How
far would this go?
Heather kept rubbing and Tami was getting a very dream-like look
on her face. "That's very nice. I'm getting horny from that and I like
it. Oh, my puss is wet! You can't stop me from saying my puss is wet.
My puss is wet." Almost a sing-song. After repeating the little sing-
song litany for a while, Tami broke in with, "I want to see everybody
naked like me. I want everyone to get horny like me. I want everyone's
puss to be wet, like me."
Immediately Gina began to complain loudly. "I'm not doing this.
It's disgusting! She..." Chloe smacked her and whispered harshly,
"Will you shut up and get that gown off. She doesn't know what she is
doing. Nobody here cares if your pussy gets wet. Get the damn thing
off. Now." Heather was amazed at the confident strength in the girl's
voice.
Gina appeared shocked at the slap and the language she was
hearing. "I'm gonna tell your mom.." But even as she complained, she
was reaching down for the hem of her nightgown.
"Nothing. We'll all get beat if you tell, you know that. We've all
been swimming naked before. Just strip."
Hesitantly, Gina pulled her gown off and stood shaking, covering
her nice pert breasts with one arm and holding a hand over her light
brown mons with the other.
"Jesus, like I haven't seen you before. Heather, we need to get
your stuff off. Here lift your hips and I'll slide down the pants. And
the top, oh, buttons in the front." She leaned forward and reached
from behind and Heather felt the girl's very firm, full breasts press
into her back. Their heat was evident instantly even through the
flannel. Chloe must already have stripped off. Heather realized she
was breathing hard and the touch of Chloe was driving her crazy. And
that voice, in her ear, almost hypnotic...
Chloe was working the buttons very slowly, rubbing her wrists and
inner arms over as much of Heather's tits as possible while she
worked. Finally, she pulled the flannel off Heather one arm at a time,
while Heather continued to rub Tami's chest with hardly a break in
contact. Now they were all naked.
And Heather gasped when Chloe moved back against her back and
pressed herself against her and began to pinch and pull on Heather's
nipples.
"Chloe, she didn't say..."
It was a whisper that Gina couldn't hear. "I know. But Gina didn't
hear her and I know you like it. It's our chance to be together." Her
hands had Heather's chest turning to molten lava under the skin and
her cunt had long since gone fully wet. Heather didn't even try to
protest further.
The absurd situation continued for almost another minute. Heather
was in a growing state of need to be fucked. By anyone.
Tami began to speak. "My puss is very wet and I need to have it
finger fucked. Gina, rub my chest while Heather puts a finger in me."
Gina looked stunned by this command. She was already completely
amazed at all the other activity and now responded almost as a robot
would and before she could believe it, she had moved over, eased
Heather's hands out of the way and began to fondle her friend's
breasts. And found she liked the way they felt in her hands. They were
hot and she could feel Tami shiver when she pinched the nipples as she
had seen Heather doing. She pinched a bit harder and Tami began to
breath very hard and give out little whimpers. She eased up some,
afraid she'd wake the girl. Relieved of tit-rubbing duty, Heather
reached down and put a finger slowly into Tami's cunt and found it
completely soaked and cum started running down the back of her hand
almost immediately, dripping onto the carpet. She needed a finger in
her own cunt so badly. "We have to get her on the bed. She's dripping
and will ruin the carpets. Tami, why don't you lay on the bed, dear.
You are so sexy with your puss wet and your chest being rubbed. Don't
you want to lay down?"
She took a bit to answer, and spoke as from a distance. "Yes, the
bed sounds nice. We should all be on the bed, and each have a finger
in our puss. That would be nice."
Heather continued to insert her single digit and Tami moved past
her and lay down, legs spread. Gina had to move over to the other side
of the bed and reach down past Tami's head to grip her breasts and
continue her activity. Tami just reached up and put a hand between
Gina's legs and Gina gave a yelp as a finger slid up inside her. Now
highly aroused, Gina found she wanted to protest but it died in her
throat, the yelp giving way to a low groan. Whatever inhibitions she
had had were falling away. Chloe moved next to Heather on the bed and
swung her feet so she was laying just opposite to Heather, with her
head at Heather's feet. Without any delay, she reached into Heather's
crotch and began to finger Heather's now swimming pussy.
Tami said again. "We should all have a finger in our wet puss now.
There, isn't that nice."
Heather was breathing hard. She could feel the tightening in her
thighs already as the pressure in her lower groin grew from arousal.
Chloe might be from the back woods, but she knew where to touch her.
"Chloe, we can't keep this up. We should wake her. This is going too
far."
"No, we can't. It's not so bad, is it. I mean, we'll never tell
and we can't risk her freaking out if she woke up and saw all this. It
would be too great a shock." Her voice was thick with lust. She took
Heather's hand a guided a finger into her thick black mat of hair and
into her own pussy as far as it would go and gave a loud groan of
pleasure in response.
Heather gave up trying to make any pretense of being in some sort
of control or stopping this and gave her body to Chloe's busy fingers.
In return, she inserted a second, then a third into Chloe and the girl
began to hump and cry out from the now intense sensations.
Gina was beginning to babble sweet nothings as she approached an
orgasm in a rush that had her young body stiffening to meet the
explosion, which took her several seconds later. Her beasts shook and
bounced and her hips bucked again and again and now Tami had four
fingers buried in her virgin pussy and she came again rapidly behind
the first.
Heather was frustrated because Chloe had stopped fingering her
when she orgasmed and now lay breathing hard next to Heather.
Tami was also very hot by now and Heather broke through her own
heavy layer of excitement and concentrated on Tami's pussy, and, with
expert fingers, found the girl's clit and stroked it with a
fingernail. Tami jerked and gasped as she came hard. And then the bed
was still for a few minutes as they all lay there coming down from
their arousal. Heather was sure this would be the end of this weird
session, but Tami surprised her. Without a word being spoken, Tami sat
up and straddled Heather's chest with a knee on either side of
Heather's head, presenting her pussy to Heather's mouth. "Eat me, dear
cousin, eat the cum right out of me. And Chloe should eat you as your
reward. Dear Gina can watch us and finger herself."
Heather began to lap at the wet, swollen pussy, pulling the lips
into her mouth and running her tongue under each fold from top to
bottom, sucking and pulling. Then, she inserted her tongue into the
flowing hole and a flood of cum poured out into her waiting mouth as
she swallowed as much as possible. Her cousin tasted wonderful, and
she tongued her with wild abandon and Tami immediately began to grind
down onto her mouth as hard as possible.
Chloe wasted no time pulling Heather's legs over her shoulders and
resting Heather's heels in the small of her back as she lowered her
head and began to lick and suck on Heather. The engorged, extra long
clit she found there was fascinating to her, having never heard of or
seen a woman this big, and she thrilled to the spasms and thrusts from
Heather's hips each time she licked or tickled the long bud with her
tongue or lips. Having never tasted another woman before, she was
amazed at how much she liked the flavor and how it saturated her
palette and made her want more. Her tongue went in deeper and deeper
and Heather's pussy rewarded her with a flood of cum.
Heather was almost crazy with lust at this point as Chloe's eager
feasting at her pussy sent chills up and down her spine and her body
jerked up and down involuntarily as her lower parts went into
overdrive. Tami started to groan very loudly and came, her pussy
gripping Heather's tongue tightly again and again, and she released a
large flow of cum into Heather's mouth. Heather continue to eat her,
almost unaware of Tami's condition as she herself went over the edge
and a flame of heat filled her pussy and she came into Chloe's mouth.
Long moments later, Chloe raised her head and slid up Heather's body
and began to suck on her tender nipples, now very, very erect and
tight from her post orgasm reaction.
Heather gasped but Tami still pressed down on her mouth, and she
continued to suck her off until Tami came again, this time with a loud
shout that startled them all. Tami finally climbed off Heather and
stood by the bed with a glazed look on her face, which was flushed red
from her orgasm, still breathing hard. Her thighs were glistening wet
from the cum still running out of her pussy.
Chloe continued to lick Heather's beautiful mounds, ending each
lick at the top of the nipple, then going down the other side and
around underneath. Heather was responding, but also was aware they
needed to be quiet or the landlady would be pounding on the door
asking what was going on in there. She rolled Chloe over on her back
and sucked on Chloe, licking her way down to Chloe's cum-slick cunt,
then plunged right in and began to bring her off. Finding the bud of
her clit, she rubbed it hard with her tongue and Chloe grunted,
groaned, gasped, gave a great shiver and her back bent in a bow. In
seconds, she came very hard, blacking out at it's peak.
As Heather lifted her head, Gina was standing, finger in her own
pussy, staring, eyes wide. "Gina, would you like me to do you too?"
Heather said softly.
Gina stared at her, and slowly nodded her head yes. Heather left
the bed and knelt before her and pulled the girl's pussy to her face
with her hands around the firm globes of the girl's ass and began to
lick her gently. Gina's knees began to wobble and she came almost
immediately. Heather held her tight and continued to probe with her
tongue and Gina came again with a deep groan, placing both her hands
behind Heather's head and pulling her tight to her cunt.
Just as Heather was regaining her feet, Tami walked out of the
room and went back to her bed and lay down. Heather realized that she
was going back to sleep and quickly, the three girls grabbed her night
gown and got it on her as she lay there, then covered her up.
They then put back on their own night clothes, and stood,
exhausted, embarrassed, excited, confused.
"Look, we all know Tami will not remember this ever happened. We
just did what the Dr. ordered us to do, even if it was a bit, let's
just say, extreme?" Heather was trying to ease out of this unplanned
orgy. "Can we all just agree that we had to do what we had to do and
try to forget it too?"
Chloe chimed in, "I think that is the best thing to do. Nobody got
hurt, and we can't tell anybody anyway. Let's just go to bed and get
some sleep and forget it, OK Gina?"
Gina took a deep breath. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but
that was the most beautiful thing that ever happened to me. I'm not
going to talk about it, but I'll never forget it either." And she
turned to go to bed.
Chloe hung back and looked at Heather. She whispered, "I won't
forget it either." And gave Heather a kiss and she too went to bed.
Heather lay in bed a long time wondering how the hell this had all
happened so fast, and so unexpectedly. No easy answers came to mind,
and the next thing she knew, there was a knock on the door and she got
up to get ready for church. At church, she kept being amazed at how
lovely and innocent these three girls looked in their gloves and very
conservative dresses. Just amazing.
Later at the train station platform, just as they were boarding
the train, Chloe boarded last and handed Heather an envelope and said,
"Please don't be mad at us." And the train began to move. Back in her
car, she looked at the envelop and it was addressed to her, but had
been opened.
Dear Heather,
Thank you for taking these kids on such short notice. Given
the scandal they have caused with the assistant phys-ed teacher
last week on a class trip, we had to get them out of town somehow
and making this a college hunting trip was as good a cover as
any.
They are not the sweet innocent kids they will lead you to
believe. Keep and eye on them every second and don't believe a
word they tell you. My daughter is the ring leader, so she'll try
to pull something. With the phys-ed teacher, it was some cock and
bull about a sleep disorder and how Tami couldn't be awakened,
not matter what she told everyone to do in her sleep. They had
the poor woman (well, I think she's bi- at least and probably
enjoyed the hell out of it) tied to the posts of the bed spread-
eagle and were having oral sex with her when the principal walked
in and found this mess. Now, what SHE was doing in the woman's
bedroom at 3:30AM hasn't been explained as yet, but we can
probably guess. Trouble with that is, the principal is married
and we have that scandal to work out as well.
Remember, trust them not one inch. Hopefully by the time
they get back, the town will have settled down. These damn small
towns are a bitch when you have something like this happen. Good
luck. You'll need it.
Signed, Your Loving Aunt Linda (Greer)
Another small slip of paper fell out of the first. Heather read:
Heather, I know what we did was wrong, but we were just having
fun. You were so nice to us. I want you to know it was VERY
special for me, even if we lied and played such a stupid game. It
was Tami's idea to substitute letters. I thought it would be a
kick, too. Gina went along, but after the phys-ed teacher deal,
was pretty scared to do it again. Please don't hate me. I really
do like girls better than guys and am very frustrated and
confused right now about it all. You helped me a lot.
Chloe (here's my address and phone if you want to yell at me!)
Heather sat in the car and laughed till she cried. What a prank!
Her pussy was still damp from all the action the night before.
Back in her room, she continued to think about the girls and then
made a decision. Pulling out some writing paper, she wrote:
Dear Aunt Linda,
The girls just left and I want to report they were on their
very best behavior the entire time and the weekend went very
smoothly as far as the type of thing you warned me about. However,
I must tell you that I failed to get them set up for all the proper
interviews and, if at all possible, they will have return soon to
complete them.
I realize this might be a big inconvenience for you all and
I'm really sorry. I would love to have them visit me again and
this time we'll get them to see everybody.
I hope things on your end are a bit quieter now, if you know
what I mean. Please let me know when the girls can come back to
take care of this unfinished business.
Sincerely, Heather
Pulling out another piece of paper, she wrote:
Dearest Chloe,
The memory of your hands, fingers and tongue on my body has
me still tingling with anticipation for a repeat. Of course I
don't hate you. I laughed so hard I almost split my side. I have
written to Mrs. Greer asking that you all return for more inter-
views to make up those missed because of the short notice of the
first trip. I think it is time that Tami got a taste of her own
medicine, don't you? Now, you must let Gina know what to do and
say and I know I can rely on you to arrange that for me, as I
don't have her address.
Now, here is the plan...
And as she wrote, her left hand found her right nipple and began
to stroke it. She was grinning from ear to ear. And her pussy was wet.
A taste of her own medicine. Yes, she certainly would get a lot to
taste.
HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES PART 22A BY "RAMAPO"
Heather sat at the breakfast table in the open space dining area
of the San Francisco hotel and picked at her breakfast. The last
minute trip out here from school with Traci to the art conference was
tiring and they had gotten in late last night. With only a three day
stay, they had full schedules and Traci wanted Heather to be sure to
take in as much as possible to begin learning the business side of
art. Traci was sure Heather had the talent to be a very successful
artist, but she needed to understand the business as well, so, when
the college agreed to fund her trip, she included Heather as a
participant. Undoubtedly the President of the school and department
head had thought she would bring another faculty member, but it was
her choice.
"Hey, a bit down today?" Traci inquired as she scanned her daily
schedule again.
"Just tired from the flight and lack of sleep, I guess. And you
didn't help with that surprise licking you gave me just as I was
drifting off. You know I can't push you away when you do that."
Heather was smiling at the thought of Traci's warm tongue licking the
inside of her thighs until she had begged Traci to finish her off with
her tongue. The woman had the tongue of a serpent and proved it every
time they kissed or she went down on Heather.
"I distinctly didn't hear any complaining last night, you little
sex fiend. And you gave me back as good as you got, if I remember the
events clearly." Traci arched one eyebrow in mock surprise and then
they both laughed. When they were together, it didn't take long for
the sexual sparks to fly between them and their mutual arousal move
them to steal away and get each other off.
"No, not a complaint. Just the facts. Not enough sleep. And,
knowing us, we're not going to get any the rest of the weekend,
either. And you assigned us a test on Tuesday! How am I supposed to
study for that when I keep finding stray fingers in my pussy, or up my
ass and your hot mouth on my nipples? You know that drives me crazy."
"And it improves your concentration. I remember you told me that
you get A's on every test you study for if you have sex when in the
middle of preparing. I can't cheat for you, and I can't treat your
work any different than any other student, so, I take the only course
open to me and fuck your brains out at every opportunity." Heather was
laughing now and noticed the woman at the next table was clearly
trying to listen to their conversation. Their voices had been low, but
they must have been loud enough to gain their neighbor's attention.
She wondered for a moment if the woman was interested or shocked.
She discretely signaled Traci and they went over their schedules,
which, as luck would have it, were different and they wouldn't see
each other till dinner. Finally gulping one last swallow of coffee,
they squeezed each others' hands under the table and said 'bye and
headed off.
Heather settled into the large lecture hall amid the hundreds of
other conference participants and waited. Just before the lights went
down, a very striking, tall, trim, ash blonde with an alabaster white
complexion and bright red lips and long red fingernails, came down the
isle and took a seat one row in front of Heather, catching Heather's
eye. She smiled at her briefly as she found a seat and sat, stretching
her long legs out, then casually crossing them. Even from five seats
away, the sound of her nylons rustling as her thighs slid across each
other sounded an alarm in Heather's pussy and she went suddenly wet.
Jesus, she thought, Traci just screwed my brains out not three hours
ago and here I'm horny already.
It took all of Heather's concentration to stop looking over at
this striking woman and focus on the lecture just beginning. And to
make matters worse, the air conditioning was wafting the aroma of the
woman's lightly scented perfume over to Heather and for some reason,
it started to drive her wild. More and more, she just kept looking
over at her and realized after a bit that the blonde hair was
completely natural. Shoulder length, it was baby fine and very thick,
rare for a blonde.
Heather found herself daydreaming about running that hair through
her fingers and having it fall in her face. "I wonder if her pussy
hair is blond as well?" She was thinking at one point. "Get a grip.
You are here with Traci and you can't be coming on to other women."
She ordered herself. And finally, got back to the lecture.
At the break, she followed the woman over to the coffee table and
stood nearby, studying the woman discretely and finally realizing she
wanted to meet this woman who was attracting her so badly. And found
herself approaching her. "OK, what the hell are you going to say?" She
was trembling with nerves as she approached.
"Hello, I'm Heather."
"Inga." There was a light Scandinavian accent. They shook hands
politely. Heather felt the long nails on her wrist and electric sparks
shot up her arm. The woman held her hand just a moment longer than
necessary.
"I... I saw you in the lecture hall and wanted so much to tell
you how beautiful you are. And sexy." Inga smiled back.
"Thank you. It is hard to be sexy in the morning on the schedule
they give us." She was relaxed and seemed genuinely pleased at
Heather's compliment.
Inga continued. "I come from Iceland and we had a very long
flight yesterday, so I am not at my best today, too tired."
"I love your accent. I would have guessed Norway, or Sweden, and
of course, your beautiful hair gives you away."
"Yes, I am lucky. You are lucky with your hair.." there was a
slight pause...as she boldly surveyed Heather's body, "and remarkable
figure as well."
Heather actually blushed. Well, contact was made, now what would
happen? Inga made the move immediately, much to Heather's amazement.
"Heather, you and I, would be very hot together, do you not
think?" It was almost a whisper.
Hell yes! "I was hot the first time I saw you an hour ago. Now,
standing here, I'm very horny for you." There. Heather was in a spin.
Now what, just jump each other in the lobby? It was moving so fast.
Inga moved closer in the crowd of people, very noisy around them,
and reached out an index finger and slowly brushed a wisp of Heather's
hair back behind her ear, and let the finger nail trail slowly over
her cheek and down to her full lips, lightly running the nail over
each lip several times, and finally slipping the nail and very tip of
her finger into Heather's mouth. By the time the nail penetrated her
red pursed lips, Heather was shaking from the caress and was clenching
her fingers involuntarily into fists to fight the waves of chills
rippling from her face out across her body. She was tingling from head
to foot.
Inga slowly lowered her finger over Heather's chin and down the
front of her neck and stopped at the top of her cleavage, finally
lowering it to her side. "Yes, we would be very hot. But, we can do
nothing, I'm afraid, my beautiful friend. My lover is also here and I
cannot break free, even for a few minutes. We are together for every
minute except this first lecture, which is now over."
Heather's disappointment must have shown on her face. "Oh. Well,
of course you are right. I too have a lover here. I don't know what I
was thinking."
"Well, I must go. I see Helga looking for me." Inga waved and
caught her attention. "Heather, have fun. And think of me. I'll think
of you as well."
"Yes, I will. You already made me wet."
"I as well. Farewell."
Inga walked away toward her female friend, who was making her way
slowly through the heavy crowd now headed back into the lecture hall.
Ten feet away, she stopped and walked back to Heather. "Tell me your
room number. I will leave my room number in your mail box at the desk
if something changes and it is safe to call me. OK?"
"1189. Yes, maybe things will change."
"Farewell."
And she was gone, only the top of her almost white hair visible
in the crush, then it too was gone as she went through the doors and
met Helga, now on the other side.
Heather was left disappointed, and amazed at how forward she had
been to just walk up and start talking. And the reaction from Inga was
equally amazing. The nerves on her face, lips and neck from the trace
of that nail were still tingling as she made her way to a different
hall and was seated, late.
The rest of the day was a blur. She found herself daydreaming
about Inga, holding her, licking her, kissing her lips, nipples, and
mons. And being kissed in return. By dinner time, she had to race to
her room and change her underwear, which by now was beyond merely damp
and was practically dripping.
Traci met her at the dinner table with a big hug and they chatted
all evening about the lectures. Heather felt vaguely disloyal about
approaching Inga and finally, she decided to at least tell Traci about
the meeting. Some of it, anyway.
"I met a woman from the first group today. Inga. A beautiful ash
blonde from Iceland, as it turns out."
Traci didn't seem to pick up on anything. "That's nice. Is she
going to be available to sit with you at any of the other sessions?"
"No. As a matter of fact, she's here with a friend and they are
together, so I'd be butting in on them."
This time Traci was a bit quicker to pick up on things. "Oh, a
woman?"
"Yes. Helga, I think Inga said."
"Were you attracted to Inga?"
"Well, I thought she was very pretty and told her so."
"And then what happened?"
Heather took a deep breath and paused, looking up into Traci's
calm face, "She suggested we would be a hot couple in bed."
"Not letting any grass grow under her feet, is she? And is she
taking you to bed with her?"
"No, actually, she's not."
"But you would have gone if she had asked?"
"Yes." Well, that tears it, Heather thought. Traci's going to be
pissed now. Why am I so honest with her all the time?
"And I'm not invited?" There was that eyebrow. She's not that
mad. She'd be frowning if she was mad. Or dead silent. "Traci! We're
not going to do anything. At least, not unless her plans get changed,
which is highly unlikely. Listen, I feel guilty enough about even
thinking it, much less knowing I want to do it."
"You are a free spirit my child. You know how I feel about you.
And I know there will be others for you from time to time. I just
cherish the time I have with you now. Maybe that's why the sex is so
intense. Tomorrow, it may be gone forever."
"I'm not going anywhere, Traci. You know I feel the same way
about you."
"Yes, you will leave. Not because you are planning to, but
because that is the nature of things. Life moves on. We will move on
beyond this moment. Right now I'm very lucky to have you. No, I'm not
mad about Inga, or the other Inga's that come and go in your life. I'm
jealous of the time they get with you, but at least right now I know
you will be back. So, if Inga's plans change, go to her and enjoy her.
Just don't miss the plane back or go AWOL on me. I'll have enough
explaining to do when I get back as it is."
"Are you sure about all this? I mean my other lovers? I don't
want to hurt you."
"Hush. One of these days I'll shock you and show up with an Inga,
or two, on my arm and you will have to share me for a bit. Then,
you'll be begging for my tongue, my dear. Let's find the evening
conferences, they are almost about to start."
This time, they hugged hard in public and finally broke and went
their separate ways. When Traci came back to the room a bit drunk much
later that evening, Heather was asleep in the bed with a text book
lying open where it fell on her stomach. Traci just moved the book to
the night table, kissed her lightly on the forehead and quickly
undressed and slipped into bed. In seconds she was asleep as well.
The next day was much the same as the first, only that evening,
at long last, Heather and Traci found themselves in the room at only
ten PM and they showered, and met in the middle of the bedroom of
their suite in a passionate kiss and then their hands found damp
pussies and within seconds, their arousal soared and they fell into a
series of rapid fire orgasms, thrusting their mons together as they
came, each in turn driving the other to her next peak. The sex was
hard and physical, with none of their usual preliminary cuddling or
stroking. A dam broke inside each and they drove to fill their needs.
Finally, they retired to the bed and at a much more leisurely
pace, fucked and sucked each other until exhausted and spent. At 2 AM
they finally slept in each other's arms, legs scissored together,
pussies kissing and the wet from their cum slowly drying on their
bellies and legs. A coolness that only emphasized the heat still
pouring from their bellies and thighs. Contentment was written on
their faces.
The morning brought a surprise, however. Heather stopped at the
front desk and was excited to spot an envelope in their room's mail
slot. The desk clerk retrieved it and upon opening it, there was a
short note. "Heather, dearest. Unexpectedly, Helga must return to home
a day early and I am alone. If your circumstances permit, can we meet
and explore each other before we depart tomorrow? Leave a note in mail
slot 2387 if free. Yours (hoping) - Inga."
Heather felt her heart begin to pound and she wrote a note that
said simply. "Inga. Yes. Yes. Yes. My heart will not beat until I have
had you. 9 PM in your suite for dinner, and then, the perfect dessert.
Yours longingly, Heather."
At breakfast Heather could hardly sit still, knowing what the
evening would bring. Traci picked up on her antsy behavior at once.
"So, let's see, Inga must be free and you are going to see her
tonight. Close?" She was smiling.
"Yes. I can't believe it. We are going to have dinner in her
room. Would you help me pick out what to wear? I don't want to
disappoint her."
"Heather, you could show up covered with mud from head to toe and
be completely naked and still get her wet and make her cum before she
hit the sheets. Don't you realize what an exciting woman you are to
others? To me?" The last was so soft.
Heather broke from her focus on Inga. "Traci, it was stupid for
me to ask, after all..."
"No, as a matter of fact, I bought something for you yesterday at
lunch that will be perfect. But there is a price for all this
consideration, tolerance and help, you realize?"
Heather looked at her questioningly.
"Simply, that after you two screw each other's brains out, on the
plane home tomorrow, you must tell me every juicy detail, down to the
last drop of cum spilled and agonized cry of climax. And then, you and
I are going to join the Mile High Club."
"The what?"
"The club for people who have sex on an airplane in flight!" "We
can't do that, I mean, with a whole plane full of people!"
"In the rest room, silly. Just you and I and our wandering
mouths. Deal?"
Heather was intrigued. "Deal." Damn, Traci was FULL of surprises.
The day dragged as she waited for the time to come and get ready.
Finally, after a swim in the hotel pool to calm her nerves (and get
off twice near the water jet of the pool filter system pump), she came
back up to the hotel room. Traci was waiting for her.
"Bath and shave." She ordered, and helped Heather out of the wet
one-piece suit, marveling as she always did at the sight of the
magnificent chest of this woman, as the swaying orbs fell free from
the restraining cups of the sparse suit. As soon as the air hit her
nipples, they hardened from the coolness of the wet water evaporating
and lengthened into the spikes of flesh that made Traci mad for them
in her mouth. But she only rubbed her fingers lightly over them and
pushed Heather to the bathroom. "And shampoo. No chlorine smell or you
don't leave the apartment for your little evening of sin."
"Got it. Correction. Going to get it!" They both giggled and the
door shut and the sound of running water came from under the door as
the tub filled.
While Heather bathed, Traci went to her suitcase and pulled out
the items she had in mind for Heather's evening. Actually, she had
wanted to surprise Heather with them one evening at home, but she
wanted her to have them now.
At long last, the bathroom door opened and Traci went into the
cloud of steam. Picking up an oversized towel, she began toweling down
the long, wet hair and helping her dry her back.
Hard as it was, she restrained herself from touching Heather in
an overt sexual way, concentrating on her hair until it was just damp.
"OK, let's brush it out and let it dry." Sitting Heather down at the
vanity, she picked up a brush and began to slowly work it through the
tangles and finally, the hair was free and beginning to dry. As it
drying, she gently brushed it over and over and the perm began to coil
the lustrous dark strands into a mass of flowing hair spilling over
her other hand and arm as she guided the brush under the hair over and
over to make sure it was all dry. Satisfied, she lay the brush down
and Heather opened her eyes and turned and pulled Traci to her,
beginning to unbutton Traci's slacks.
"Hey. Wrong lover tonight!"
"You know what that does to me. I have to have you."
"Absolutely not. You are not going to this woman smelling like my
pussy. Hands off!" And she smacked Heather's still working hands away
gently.
"You're being mean."
"Maybe. But Inga's not going to know what hit her tonight, if I
know my Heather."
"Yes. I'm very horny. VERY horny."
"OK, on your feet. I'm going to dress you now. Over here by the
floor length mirror. OK, now, close your eyes and no peeking until I
tell you. OK?"
"OK. Can't I peek?"
"Close them or you get smacked."
"Oh, I like it rough. Smack me, please smack me!" Even as they
teased each other, her eyes had closed and she stood, hands at her
side, waiting for Traci to begin dressing her.
First Traci took a new pair of burgundy red hip hugger satin
panties from a bag and proceeded to very slowly run them up and down
Heather's freshly shaved, silky smooth legs, from the tops of her
feet, up the calf, the inside of her thigh, stopping just short of the
triangular nest of heavy dark hair between her legs. This was done in
front, the sides, over her ass, and finally up the tender inside of
her thighs. Heather was immediately reacting to Traci's sure touch and
was panting, her knees getting weak as her concentration was
overwhelmed by the sensation on her skin. Finally, the panties were
pressed down into the crack of her tight ass and pulled back and forth
very slowly. Reaching down between Heather's legs from the front,
Traci gripped the edge of the waist band and pulled the panties
through her crotch gently, causing her slit to open and admit the
shiny material, which glided over the now opening lips and clit with a
slight sigh and whisper of the material.
Traci held the panties up to Heather's face and gently traced the
material over Heather's lips and held them under her nose. "Who is
that you remind you of?" Traci whispered in her ear. Heather's voice
was shaky as she focused on an answer.
"My... my pussy... your hands... Oh, god, Traci, don't do this to
me. I'll never get to Inga this way."
"Yes you will. I'll make sure of it. But there's no reason you
can't be really ready for her when you get there." Traci was now
kneeling in front of Heather and signaled her to lift a leg, then the
other, and the panties were pulled slowly up and into position, with
Traci doing a continuous bit of adjusting. Finally, Heather's pussy
was covered in satin, but the now puffy lips were very visible. Traci
cupped her hand and slid it between Heather's thighs and held her
solely by the cunt, not moving her hand. Heather moaned and her fists
clenched, the long nails biting into the skin.
Traci finally, after a full minute of this, released her and
reached into the bag for the next item. A new pair of nylons, very
shear, were removed from their wrapper. She guided Heather to the
sofa, eyes still closed and had her sit. Picking up one foot, she
rolled a stocking up and eased Heather's pointed toe in the foot and
then rolled the stocking up her calf, stopping the smooth it out from
the ankle up to remove wrinkles, the fabric gripping Heather's skin in
a tight vice that was sensuous. Traci's hands rolled the stocking up
to just below her pussy and smoothed it several times. She was careful
to approach the now satin covered triangle, but stopped short just
below it.
The other leg received the same treatment and she lingered over
the smoothing, using every opportunity to stroke Heather's legs and
inner thighs. She watched the visible signs of Heather's soaring
arousal in her face and chest, her nipples were tight and erect, so
erotic in their unusual length, spikes standing in the cool air of the
room, inviting a hot mouth. "Stand."
She helped Heather stand and then took a satin and shear lace
teddy from the bag, the same burgundy as the panties, and guided her
to step into it, one leg at a time. It slid up the nylon encased legs
with a wisp of satin on nylon and then Traci pulled it up until it was
above her hips. Working quickly, she guided it up and placed the shelf
bra portion just under Heather's full mounds, providing a display of
wanton flesh so inviting it took all her will power not to lean down
and suck the turgid nipple into her mouth as she always did in their
love making. She smoothed the waist again and then pulled the crotch
strap down, front and rear and snapped it closed, and gently lowered
it onto Heather's fully swollen labia, careful to not let it hurt her
in her aroused condition. The pressure on Heather's clit and pussy
made her gasp and want to touch herself badly, but she again just
clenched her fists and kept her eyes closed. It was so exciting to be
dressed this way by such knowing and expert hands. She badly wanted to
look and see what the outfit looked like, but she obeyed and kept her
eyes closed.
Next came a matching garter belt atop her hips, and then Traci
spent a long time stroking Heather's stomach, butt and legs as she
attached the elastic garter snaps to the stockings. By the time the
last snap was in place, Heather was shaking slightly. Traci led her
over to the full length mirror. "Open." Heather opened her eyes and
was dazzled by the erotic figure she had become, a satin vision of the
female body on display, it's attributes accented in every way by the
cut and silky smooth fabrics, tight here, darting there, holding out
her breasts to be admired and more.
"Gosh. This is hot. Wow. Oh, thank you Traci. I love it. Is there
more?"
"Well, now that I see you in the outfit, I'm not sure I'm going to
let you go to Inga, I'm so hot for you myself! Yes, there's one more
item." She went to her bag and pulled out a cellophane package and
tore it open. From it, she took some sort of piece of jewelry and came
back over to Heather. "Honey, this clips gently on the base of your
nipple. Do you want me to do it or do you want to do it yourself?"
"From my nipple?"
Traci held up the bangle swinging from a short silver chain, a
small C-clip between her fingers. "You do it. Seems you've already got
me ready for it!"
Traci smiled and took the left breast firmly and then ran her
fingers down until she was gripping the nipple between thumb and
finger and pulled the nipple out. In a flash, she slid the clip on the
base of the nipple and lowered the nipple slowly.
"OK, it's on. How does that feel? Too tight?"
"No, it doesn't hurt. I can tell it's there though. It feels...
nice."
"Walk around a bit." She did and the bangle swung to and fro and
occasionally bumped the bottom of her breast just below the nipple. It
felt wonderful as the tugs and tingles arose from her nipple.
"That feels really, really nice."
"You are almost ready, my dear. Now, lets do your hair, makeup,
jewelry, and get you into the blouse and skirt you picked out and send
you on your way. If you stay here much longer, Inga will have to cry
herself to sleep tonight. You'll be mine."
Heather stepped forward and hugged Traci hard, their ample bosoms
flattening against each other. "You are very special. Thank you so
much."
And then they finished the rest, and she stood at the door, erotic
in the extreme, the warm lipstick accenting her full lips, earrings
dangling to accent her long neck, which drew your eyes to the deep
channel of her chest, which was now wrapped in a pale yellow satin
blouse that showed every curve of her chest. Her proud nipples were
hard points against the fabric, shouting out their need to be sucked.
A black pleated skirt that ended just above the knee and black high
heels completed the picture.
Her long dark hair was up in a large pin that implied it would fly
free in all its volume and length if easily released. Now, with her
bag in her hand, her erotic underwear concealed, she was a walking
surprise for Inga when she uncovered it all. She felt like she would
explode from the sexual tension in her body and her skin was like
electric central, with sensory overload approaching from the tight
nylons, garters on her legs, tight strap holding her pussy tightly
closed. The shelf from the teddy pushing her nipples out firmly
against the tight satin of the blouse. Then sensations were in waves.
"See you later."
"You look fantastic. Go knock her socks off. And, babe, don't you
dare miss the airplane tomorrow at 10AM. I'll have you all packed to
go and your bags down at the desk. Now, get going,
I have a movie I want to watch." Traci was trying too hard to be
casual. This sharing was going to be very hard. Very hard. She wanted
to reach out and tell her she couldn't go. But, she stayed back a step
and said nothing, biting her tongue to keep silent. Damn, fantastic
just wasn't good enough to describe the woman in front of her. She
decided ultimately fuckable was the right description.
Heather smiled nervously and slipped out the door. Traci sighed
and reached into her suitcase and picked up some things and laid them
on the bed. Shedding her clothes, she walked into the bathroom and
filled the tub with deep warm water and some bubble bath and oil. Her
erect nipples spoke volumes about how aroused the dressing of Heather
had gotten her. As the top filled, she played in the hair below her
stomach, an area of extreme sensitivity for her.
Then, she turned on the radio softly and lit a candle on the edge
of the tub. Sliding in, she felt the warmth flood through her and she
relaxed physically a bit, but the hard edge of her horniness wasn't
blunted. After a moment of savoring the heat of the tub, her hands
sliding over her stomach, chest and pussy, she reached over and picked
up the enormous dildo Heather had given her so many months ago after
that afternoon in Heather's dorm room, and now the tool disappeared
out of sight under the foam and the water. As the head began to press
into her, she groaned and lifted her feet to each edge of the tub and
relaxed, pressing harder. As the first inches pressed firmly into her,
filling her so full, she thought, "I needed you so much tonight." And
groaned loudly as the urgent pulse of lust seized her and she gave
herself to it completely. Already, her feet had left the side of the
tub and were standing straight up in the air as the tool worked in and
out of her. Her body was rapidly on its way to the first of many, many
orgasms. When the fire came, it took her by storm and for the moment,
Heather and Inga were driven out of her mind, replaced by the fire in
her loins and belly. In her mind, the stars came out.
Heather stood in front of the door to Inga's room. She was ten
minutes late as she knocked softly. In the few moments it took Inga to
answer, Heather realized that she was about to seduce or be seduced by
a woman to whom she had only spoken to for ten minutes. She didn't
know her at all. In spite of this, the sexual need inside her was even
stronger now and she was actually holding her breath when the door
opened and Inga was there. Inga's bright blue eyes locked with hers
immediately and Heather just stood in the door, unable to move, unable
to breathe. Inga had a nervous smile on her face, but her eyes
swallowed Heather whole and Heather knew it somehow didn't matter how
long they had known each other. The chemistry was somehow right. They
WOULD be hot together.
Inga stepped forward a step and in a repeat of the direct physical
approach she had demonstrated in the lobby two days before, her hands
reached up and the long nails trailed along Heather's face, ears, lips
and nose. Heather was breathing in a tight chested pant immediately.
The hands worked down her neck and along the top of her collar
bones, sliding under the satin just so and finding no bra strap, she
worked lower. Heather's eyes closed and she trembled uncontrollably.
The fingers quickly undid the top two buttons on the straining blouse
and then the long rapiers trailed out across the top of her breasts
and maddeningly slowly, worked down the top of the nipples, then
stopped.
One finger traced its way back up to Heather's lips and the nail
slid between them, forcing its way between her teeth, the tip of the
finger demanding entrance, and then the rest of the finger slid in to
be sucked. Heather wanted to suck this finger and her mouth suctioned
and her cheeks hollowed and her tongue was wild with activity.
Finally, she opened her eyes and realized that Inga had hers closed
tightly as well. The finger was slowly withdrawn and Inga opened her
eyes.
"Hello." Inga smiled.
"Hello."
"Please come into the room. We have others watching." Inga
giggled a bit and put her hand to her mouth, embarrassed, her face
flushing bright red.
Heather then realized that two other woman several doors down
were standing watching them, mouths actually hanging open. But their
faces were flushed and when Heather finally turned and spotted them,
they quickly let themselves into their room and the hall was empty.
Once in the room Heather turned and for the first time, both
women actually surveyed the other. And Inga was breathtaking. Just out
of the shower, her hair was piled on top of her head and still wrapped
in a towel. Her very white, almost translucent skin was startling
against the color of a hot pink cropped T-shirt that was failing to
completely cover the bottom of her breasts, their gentle sag rounding
below the fabric. A bare midriff ended in a pair of hot pink satin tap
pants and her long legs emerged from the pants in straight lines down
to pink patent leather four-inch open toe high heels. The sight of
these shoes sent a sudden thrill through Heather and, strangely, she
became as excited as she had ever been before. She was almost dizzy as
her gaze finally came back to meet Inga's.
Now it was Heather's turn to approach Inga. She ran her hands
down her arms, then very slowly back up and down Inga's scantily clad
front, lingering only briefly on her breasts as she traced the woman's
form under the tee. Each curve was perfect, framed by the fabric and
nature's gift to her at birth. As her fingers crossed Inga's stomach,
Inga's eyes fluttered closed and Heather knew she was sensitive there.
Down, down, under the satin of the tap pants, no panties were
encountered. Just at her mons, she traced a circle and moved back up.
Inga's nostrils were flared and her breathing was ragged as the
nipples were again rubbed and pressed, and then Heather reached down
and took Inga's hands into her own.
Eventually, Inga opened her eyes and they kissed, gently, then
more urgently. For a brief moment, their tongues caressed each other
and they pulled back, gasping. Whatever it was between them was very
powerful. Electric sparks were almost visible between their bodies
from the attraction and excitement.
"Heather, we...we must eat first. I have had little to eat all
day and I will faint if I do not have a bite. It is already here."
Inga pleaded with Heather.
Heather wanted her now, but knew it would be better if Inga was
comfortable and had more energy, so they walked hand in hand to the
table and ate a delicious meal, if in near record time. Neither wanted
to wait a moment longer than necessary. They both knew what dessert
would be. They had already tasted it.
"Heather, please, before we begin, you must know," Inga said as
they walked into the bedroom, "Helga and I have been lovers a long
time, and I have never been with another woman before tonight. I do
not want her to know. I tell you this because you must not leave any
marks, marks on me. Please. My skin is very fragile and I bruise
easily. And no scratching."
Heather held up her long nails and waved them in front of Inga's
face. "Then, you must be a good girl and leave me completely exhausted
by morning, else I will have no recourse other than to.." and she held
her fingers over Inga's face and made a mock motion as though
scratching her.
Inga grinned, "That will not be a problem, my delicious Heather.
I may never let you leave."
In a motion, Heather lifted the T-shirt over Inga's head and
began to plant little kisses up and down Inga's neck, finally, leading
down to her breast, sucking in the tender nipple and licking it slowly
against the roof of her mouth. Inga gasped and her fingers worked on
Heather's blouse buttons, finally pulling it free from the skirt and
sliding it down over her shoulders. Heather straightened one arm at a
time and it fell to the floor.
Inga's hot hand closed over one of Heather's now presented
breasts and her nails again stroked it from underneath and then
grabbed the nipple. The large size and fullness of the boob excited
her and her other hand found the left breast and repeated the motions.
Heather felt her chest go tight and the nipples went hard from the
sensations. As always, her pussy was dripping wet in seconds from the
sparks shooting down her belly on the way to her cunt. Inga's nipple
was a hard little marble in her mouth at this point and Heather
changed breasts.
Inga was still trying to remove Heather's skirt and fondle her
breasts at the same time, but finally had to stop and push the skirt
down with both hands and it dropped to Heather's feet, to be kicked
aside.
Pushing Heather backwards onto the bed, Inga stepped out of the
tap pants and climbed on top of Heather, grinding her pussy down
against the satin clad mound beneath her. Heather was moaning and
grabbing Inga's ass in her hands, the bright red nails vividly
contrasting with the white skin, pulling her down harder. She needed
to orgasm so badly, she was lifting Inga right up in the air as she
thrust up, harder and harder.
But the teddy was adding too many layers, so Inga rolled off and
started sucking on Heather's breast and nipple while her fingers round
the snaps between Heather's now well separated thighs and popped them
with a hard yank. Finding the panties beneath, she realized they
wouldn't be able to get them off without removing the garter belt
first, so she just eased them to one side and plunged two fingers into
Heather's waiting hole as far as they would go.
Heather simply exploded into the long anticipated orgasm, a tidal
wave of heat flooded her thighs and belly, spreading up through her
chest and into her brain, and she floated away on the wave of electric
heat. Her skin was on fire and for long moments, she was completely
suspended in time.
Inga's fingers continued to work and Heather began to come down,
only to find that Inga was running a nail up and down her long clit
and she simply exploded again, this time with a wild yell and her
whole body going rigid. Inga held her tight and stroked her face, the
smell of her own pussy flowing into her nostrils as she groaned and
finally opened her eyes.
Looking into the deep blue pools of Inga's eyes, her hands found
her breasts and she took each one in a hand and began to roll the
nipple back and forth. Inga's eyes fluttered and she began to whisper
sweet nothings in Icelandic to Heather. Heather began to kiss and lick
the orbs, and was fascinated to see the intricate latticework of pale
blue veins under the skin of the breasts. The skin, now glistening
with Heather's saliva, seemed almost transparent.
She traced lower with her tongue, and now she entered the zone on
Inga's belly that was so sensitive. Inga moaned very loudly and was
shivering as Heather's tongue went over and over the area just above
her mons. Her pussy was completely dripping now, and Heather moved her
tongue lower and now was wetting the thin white hair guarding the gate
to Inga's womanhood, and finally, she slid her tongue gently inside
her slit, the puffy lips bright red from excitement. As the lips
parted, a wet stream of lubrication flowed out onto her tongue, and
she lapped it up, pushing the lips up and away, taking each one in her
lips and sucking on it gently. And then, she plunged her tongue into
Inga's pussy and Inga gave a wild shriek and began to buck against
Heather's mouth. Heather was now laying between Inga's long legs and
Inga wrapped her legs around Heather's sides, with the tips of the
pink heels now prodding Heather's butt.
The feeling of the shoes on her ass excited her almost to the
point of being dizzy, but she continued to fuck Inga's pussy hard with
her tongue. And Inga began to go stiff under her hands, indicating she
was moving toward her orgasm, so she shifted her tongue to Inga's
clit, and, using the tip only, began to flick the tip across the clit,
very rapidly. Inga, already rigidly gripping the bedding in her fists,
went wild, her arms slamming down on the bed, and her pussy thrusting
and jerking around. Her heels dug cruelly into Heather's ass, but she
felt the pain as stimulation, and the downward thrust drove her own
pussy into the bed.
The feeling of her long clit rubbing against the satin panties as
she thrust against the bed sent her into her to own orgasm, and she
groaned into Inga's pussy, her tongue pressing down very hard on
Inga's clit, which, already inflamed to the point of unbearable
sensitivity from Heather's expert licking, sent a spear of
pain/pleasure straight to her brain and she began to yell out in her
native tongue, shrieking and babbling in a rapid series of yells as a
rippling series of multiple orgasms sent her higher and higher,
finally crashing down on her in one last spasm that shook the bed
violently.
They lay like that for a while, spent and satiated from that
initial need to fuck and be fucked. Heather finally rolled to one side
and Inga started laughing.
"What's the matter?" Heather inquired.
"I never even took the towel off my head!" Inga replied. "Well, I
see I'm half dressed myself. Here let me get out of the rest of this."
"No," Inga interrupted her, "please leave on the garter belt and
stockings. Your legs look beautiful in the slick nylon, and I want to
rub you while I fuck you again. Here, I'll help you." Inga reached
down and unsnapped the belt from the nylons and then she pulled down
Heather's panties, by now darkly stained with her secretions and
Inga's saliva. Then, she carefully reattached the nylons to the
garters and began to trace steady strokes up the back of Heather's
calves and thighs, up, up to her buttocks, running a long fingernail
down her crack and letting it linger for a moment over Heather's
asshole.
Heather jerked a bit as the nail tickled her ass, and Inga
whispered to her, "I want to lick your ass."
Heather responded with a moan, and immediately, Inga was tracing
long lines of saliva up her buttocks, each stroke bringing her closer
to the pink hole, and then, starting in Heather's wet pussy, she
licked steadily up and the tip of her tongue found the pink door and
pressed in on it. Heather gasped and jerked a bit as Inga pressed
harder and the tip of her tongue entered her ass, a hot poker opening
her up.
"Oh, God, Inga. God, that's so good. Hmmmm. Yes. Oh. Yes. Hot.
It's so hot. Hot! God. Deeper. Oh, my god. Fuck me, fuck me please
fuck me hard, now!" Heather's body responded to the probing with an
almost instant rise in her sexual tension across her belly and a
tightness that told her she would come any second. Inga wasted no time
and rolled over on her back and pulled Heather's pussy down onto her
face. Pulling the erect clit into her mouth between her lips, she
sucked once. Twice. Heather's hands came up and cupped her breasts,
holding their delicious weight in her palms as her fingers gripped the
nipples savagely. The electric reaction of her nerves pushed her into
orgasm. And then, another. Unable to catch her breath, Inga continued
to suck her clit very hard and she was just starting to black out as
another orgasm hit her already rigid frame. With a deep groan, she
rolled to one side and collapsed, unconscious.
When she came to, Inga was sitting on the side of the bed and was
rubbing her breasts and nipples, with her other hand in between her
legs and three fingers buried in her pussy, pumping in and out
quickly. She was muttering something, groaning and giving out sighs
and cries at a growing rate. Heather climbed behind her and pushed her
breasts against Inga's back, their firm form flattening against Inga,
their heat almost searing to Inga in her need, and she orgasmed at
that moment, with a shudder and groan, then she slowly rolled on her
side, still shaking.
They lay like that for a long time. Incredibly, Heather realized
that she still wanted Inga. They were both covered in sweat, and
should have been exhausted, but the activities to date only seemed to
add fuel to her sexual need, not dampen it. They rolled and faced each
other. Heather guided Inga's hand to her breast and Inga's eyes
widened.
"You are already hot?"
"Yes, yes. Inga, this is incredible! I'm so hot for you again I
can't stand it. Please, fuck me. Take me any way you want. Just do me
until I can't do it any more."
"I think we need to try something special, OK?"
"What?"
"Just do as I do. Fill your mouth with spit, and get my pussy
very, very wet. I will do the same with you."
In moments, they were at each other's already very wet holes and
adding a mouthful of saliva to the existing fluids. Then, Inga turned
ninety degrees to Heather's body and scissored her legs together with
Heather's, bringing their pussies together in a wet slurping sound.
"Now, we must push together very hard until it happens."
"What, what will happen?"
"You will see, just hump me."
And they humped and pushed and pushed. The humping drove Heather
almost to orgasm, hanging by a thread from going over the edge. And
then, it did happen. The fluids allowed the puffy tissues of their
pussies to form a seal and when they pulled slightly apart, the
suction deep in their vaginas sent wild signals to their brains of a
kind Heather had never experienced before. And she experienced a
steady series of orgasms she thought would go on forever. And, in the
end, in a sense, they did, as both Heather and Inga ceased to push
almost at the same time, completely and utterly exhausted from the
sensual and physical overloads on their bodies.
After a bit, smiling slightly at each other, they crawled
together and slept. Just before dawn, Inga awoke and went to the
bathroom, then returned and began to stroke Heather's legs, stomach
and pussy. But Heather, moaning slightly, did not awake, and
eventually, Inga stopped, disappointed. She crawled up behind Heather
and reached around and took Heather's left breast in her hand and felt
the heat and weight of it. With the long nipple sticking out between
two fingers, she too went to sleep.
It was almost ten when they stretched and awoke. Heather glanced
at the clock and let out a yell.
"Hell, I'll never make the plane! Where're my clothes? She
slipped on the skirt and blouse, not bothering to snap the teddy or
her panties, and found her shoes. Inga pulled on a robe and handed her
a brush to fix her hair. Heather ignored the brush and just twisted
the hair up on top of her head and pinned it there. As they rushed to
the door, Inga said, "Wait!"
She raced back to the bedroom and came back and handed Heather
the pink satin heels. Heather felt that same dizzy feeling again in
her gut, a giddiness, an excitement.
"You like shoes, correct?"
"I, they're very nice, but..."
"No, I mean you have a, a thing for feet in shoes? Sexy for you,
no?"
"I... I don't know. I mean not until last night..."
"I saw your eyes when you looked at my feet. Take these and
enjoy. To remember me. And our night together."
Heather took the shoes in a shaking hand and give Inga a hard
kiss goodbye. Inga handed her a business card. "If you want to talk.
Maybe, some day..."
"Maybe. Who knows. It's a small world!"
They both grinned at each other, then kissed again more casually,
and even as they finally parted, Heather wanted to tear the robe off
her and take her again, right in the doorway if necessary. But she
didn't and ran down the hall for the elevator.
At the airport, she was the last one onto the plane. Sliding into
the seat next to Traci, who's worried look disappeared the second she
saw Heather's glowing face coming down the isle, still a bit flushed
from the night's activities.
"OK, that was close. Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"
"No. Sorry. We overslept."
"I wonder why."
"Be quiet, you!", Heather gave her a shove on the shoulder.
The plane taxied out and took off. After breakfast was served,
Traci said. "OK, spill the beans. What happened? Did you enjoy
yourself, like I have to ask?"
"Well, you had me so sexed up by the time I got to her door, I
thought I'd just jump her when the door opened, but then, she did
and..."
And she told Traci everything. Even her unexpected reaction to
the shoes. Even as she went over her reaction, she reached into her
oversized bag and pulled them out. Her hand was trembling as Traci
took them from her. She looked into Heather's eyes and saw that
familiar look she got when she was really turned on.
"Well, let's see if they fit me. I'll be damned, a bit tight, but
not too bad. Think you have a thing for shoes, my darling?" Traci
asked.
"I must have. God, I'm all turned on again, just looking at
them."
"Perfect, because, we are about to join the Mile High Club. Let's
go."
And Heather eased out of her seat they headed toward the back of
the plane. Heather went into the small bathroom first and stood for a
minute figuring out how they hell the were going to do this, the door
shutting behind her, but not locking it. Traci looked around nervously
in the isle, awaiting a moment to also slip inside the compartment.
Suddenly, a voice said in her ear, "Go ahead. I'll knock four times
when it's clear to come out. Don't be too noisy in there."
She turned her head and the smiling face of one of the
stewardesses greeted her. "Go ahead. You're not the first to want to
do it."
"Thanks. We won't be too long."
"If I had that other young woman in there, I'd be in there a long
time, I think," the stew said, a bit wistfully.
"You may be right about that. She affects me the same way. OK,
here we go."
And she opened the door and wedged herself inside and locked the
door.
Heather was ready. God was she ready.
And so was Traci. And the Mile High Club received its new members
only a minute later with a bang and a thump on the wall and door that
alarmed a passenger standing in the isle.
The stew just said, "Oh, sometimes they all make a bit of noise
the first time. I wouldn't be surprised if it makes a bit of noise a
few more times before it settles down and gets it out of its system.
Why don't you use the other unit?" Smiling, she went about her duties.
I wonder who the younger one was? Maybe I can get her name before
they get off. And then she laughed, realizing she was already way too
late!
The Adventures of Heather, Part 23A By "RAMAPO"
Karin picked up her purse and turned back to face Heather, who
was reaching for the door lock on her apartment door. They were on
their way out to a movie, on a date actually. Well, Heather thought it
was a date, but Karin was still very nervous about calling it that.
She had never dated a woman before, and wasn't all that sure what her
true feelings were about it.
The lock snapped back, and Heather turned the handle on the door
at the moment that Karin stepped forward to leave, just a half-step
too fast, running right into Heather. The unexpected full body contact
surprised both of them, but Karin was even more surprised to find her
pussy go completely wet and her legs tremble. Heather made no attempt
to back up and give her room, and Karin, surprise still on her face,
was a raging mix of emotions. Her mind said to back up, but her body
wasn't moving. And the heat of Heather's thigh through her legs was a
furnace pouring waves of warmth directly into her cunt, making her
hotter by the second.
After ten seconds of just looking into each other's eyes, Heather
leaned over and very, very gently, kissed Karin full on the mouth,
taking a long time and pulling away so slowly their lips stuck
together as the lipstick merged, pulling their lower lips out and
increasing the sweetness and tingling of the kiss.
All Karin could manage to say was "Oh, God...."
She never even opened her eyes from the kiss, but dropped her
purse and reached up with one hand and pulled Heather's mouth back on
hers with a hand behind Heather's neck. The French kiss was torrid
instantly. Heather twisted to be in frontal body contact and their
mounds met and ground together as Karin moaned loudly into Heather's
mouth. Heather fed her tongue deeply into Karin's mouth and Karin, in
response, began to suck on it with an urgency that in turn got Heather
boiling hot. Karin had never been with a woman, but it was apparent
from her reaction to being kissed that her body was more than ready to
welcome the delights of being taken by Heather.
The movie was forgotten. It had been a long week, and when it had
started, Heather was on her way home from the grocery store the long
way, taking advantage of a long drive through a local park. Where,
unexpectedly, she met Karin.
The park drive wound around a curve and suddenly there was a
construction flagman in front of her with the sign turned to STOP. Her
car came to a halt and she waited. The person spoke on a radio a few
times, but the sign still said STOP. Cars began to pile up behind
Heather. The weather was boiling hot, and the air conditioner of the
car was working hard to keep the car cool inside. And Heather began to
worry about some of the food she had in bags on the back seat.
Finally, the worker walked over to her and Heather was surprised
to realize it was a woman. A pretty woman at that, bronzed from the
sun. Young. Not much older than her, maybe. She removed her hard hat
and wiped sweat from her forehead. A nice ponytail of brown,
highlighted hair popped out from under the hat and landed down her
sweaty back.
Rolling down her window, Heather asked, "How much longer, do you
suppose?" A wave of heat rolled into the car.
"Well, they had an accident down the road a few hundred yards
away and the road is completely blocked for a while." Her radio
cracked and she held it to her ear. "OK," she responded, "but they're
not going to like it." "Well, it's real bad. One person's hurt and now
there's been another accident behind you and the road is closed there,
too. It might be an hour, even longer. You might want to turn off the
car."
"Gosh, my groceries might go bad if I do that. I think I'll
chance it. I've got plenty of gas." She was about to roll up her
window, when a thought occurred to her. "Are you thirsty? I've got a
six-pack of cold soda in here."
"You bet, that would be great." Heather broke one out of the
package and handed it to her. She held the ice cold can up to her
forehead and then her neck. Her nut-brown skin was a nice contrast to
Heather's own very white skin as the can exchanged hands.
"If all we're doing is waiting, is it OK if you waited in the car
with me, where it's cool? I mean, you have the radio if something
starts to happen."
"That would be nice. Thanks. They can't see me anyway, all the
way around the curve like that." She walked around the other side and
slid into the bucket seat. The front of her shirt was dark with sweat
stains. But it did nothing to take away from her nice shape, accented
by the narrow waist and nicely flaring full hips. Heather's pussy
tingled a bit as she looked her over.
"I'm a mess. I hope I don't get your car all dirty."
"Don't worry about it, I'll get it cleaned. Not a problem. Boy,
you sure have a hot job!"
"You're not kidding. But it keeps the bills paid until I finish
night school."
"What's it like? I mean, working with all these men?"
"Oh, some of them are jerks. Some are nice. Most just wish I'd go
away. Or have sex with them. They never give that up. Every day, at
least one of them hits on me. I wonder what part of "NO" they don't
understand!" They both laughed.
They sat for a while in silence.
"Oh, how rude of me." Heather said. "My name is Heather." And she
held out her hand.
"Karin. Pronounced `Car-in'. Most people forget and call me
Karen. That's OK."
"Well, I won't, Karin."
Karin looked over at her. "And what do you do? College?"
"Yeah. I'm a Junior this year. Art major. Not much in common with
what you are doing."
"No, but this is just a job. Actually, I want to teach music."
Heather looked her over slowly again. And discovered Karin was
checking her out as well. Her eyes were lingering on Heather's nicely
framed chest. A subtle signal. I wonder, thought Heather.
"Heather, can I ask you something really, really personal?" Karin
sounded very shy. And embarrassed.
"Well, I can always not answer. Shoot."
"My boy friend wants to start inviting other women into our
lovemaking. I mean, a threesome. I've never done anything like that
and I'm not sure I want to do it. Have you..." She took a breath and
stared straight ahead out of the window. Very nervous. "Have you ever
slept with another woman?"
"Are you inviting me to sleep with you and your boyfriend?"
Heather tried to sound a bit surprised. Actually, it sounded exciting.
"No. Well, I don't think so. I mean, I've never done anything
like that. Been with more than one person at a time or had sex with a
woman. I've had a few fantasies from time to time, but I've never
acted on them. I have enough problems thinking I'd be competing with
another woman in bed for my boyfriend's attention, but I'm really not
at all sure about the women part. I'm sorry. I can't believe I even
said that to you. I better get out." She reached for the door handle.
Heather's hand on her arm stopped her.
"Yes, I've slept with women. What do you want to know about it?"
Karin was very surprised. She settled back into the seat and said
nothing for a moment. "I guess, I want to know everything. What it's
like. How you do it. Did you like it?" She was staring out the car
window again. Too embarrassed to face Heather. The conversation was
unexpected, but it had definite possibilities.
"It's very nice. You do it the way you would think you'd it.
Hands, fingers, tongues, toys. And I like it very much, with the right
lover. Women know how things feel to them and what they like, and in
turn generally make better lovers because they don't miss much with
their partner." Even as she said it, she knew the last part was a bit
of a lie. One of her problems was that she always liked it. With
everybody.
Karin remained silent. Heather said. "Why don't you and I go out
somewhere together this weekend and talk about it? You can ask all the
questions you want and I'll try to answer them. What do you think?"
"You mean a date?"
"No, just us together at a movie or something. We'll go get
something to eat later and talk."
"A movie? I guess that would be OK." The radio crackled and she
held it up. "OK. The road behind you is open. I'm going to turn
everyone around here and send them back."
Heather was writing her number on a piece of shopping bag.
"Here's my number. Call me if you want to talk."
"It wouldn't be a date, right? Just talk?"
"Just talk. And some food." Karin's eyes caressed Heather's chest
again, then came back up to her face. She was definitely interested.
"I'll think about it. Bye."
"See you later, maybe?" The door shut and again a wave of hot air
from the briefly open door hit her in the face. Her panties were
already wet. Just the thought of pulling Karin's full hips hard
against her body was setting her on fire. She waved as she pulled past
her after turning the car around. In the rearview mirror, she could
see Karin following her car with her eyes until she went back around
the corner.
Back in the apartment, she put the groceries away and stood in
the window looking out over the alley next to her apartment. Her right
hand popped the top snap on her jeans and her flat hand slid down,
under the elastic of her hip rider cotton panties and her finger tips
ran through her hair and found the waiting, long, erect clit. Leaning
against the window jam, her well practiced long-nailed fingers pulled
the clit up and rubbed it back and forth over the cotton material. The
friction was electric and her groin went solid with pressure
immediately, the already engorged lips swelling fully and opening, a
steady stream of fluid spreading the already sizable dark stain on the
cotton. The orgasm came suddenly as she shuddered, the wave of heat
from her inner thighs spreading up her belly and over her chest and
into her face. Her eyes were shut and she almost looked like she was
in pain, but her hand kept moving automatically as her brain went into
overdrive and took her to another peak. This time, sparks of light
were going off and her knees weakened and she slumped against the
wall, the pace of her hand gradually slowing.
Her nipples were rock hard in her post orgasmic reaction and were
tenting the shear bra cups, her T-shirt now sporting two proud thumbs
at the end of her very full breasts. Slowly, her breathing returned to
normal, and at last she snapped her pants and went back to her desk to
study. Her soaked panties were a sweet reminder of her body's desire.
She never changed them after sex. The wetness was too nice to just
waste. Freshening up could come later. Now, she was alone and the
aroma of her own sex was a perfume of which she never got enough.
For just a moment before she cracked a book, she stared off into
nothing and wondered if Karin would call. She decided probably not. It
was just a chance encounter. Too bad. It had possibilities. Those
wonderful hips floated in her mind's eye and she felt her body tingle
again with arousal. Damn. Concentrate.
But Karin surprised her again. Two nights later, the phone rang
and Karin was on the other end. "Hi, I didn't think I'd hear from you
again."
"Well, you almost didn't. But I was standing out there in the sun
today and figured, what the hell. It's just a movie. And you seemed so
nice and I...well, I really do want to talk about it some more."
"Right. OK. But it's definitely not a date."
"Saturday, about 8 be OK?" Karin asked.
"Fine. Here's the address. I'm in apartment B. Just ring and I'll
buzz you up."
"OK. See you then."
The next day, in the middle of her sculpture class, Traci walked
into the class. Heather's work area was at the back of the room, but
she noticed Traci immediately, as always, the hair on her arms would
tingle in anticipation of being near or with her. Traci knew where
Heather was and walked in a measured pace back to her, checking on
other students work on the way back. She had on one of those blouses
that hides everything, but lets the viewer see all at the same time.
Every curve, swell and jiggle of her breasts were visible to the
watching eye. She wore these types of outfits when she wanted to tease
Heather, and today she really wanted to get Heather hot.
Traci's boobs were so very different than Heather's. In size, they
were very close to the same, but where Heather's were so very firm and
jutting, with upswept very long nipples, Traci's were softer, slightly
droopy (not from age, just breast type), and when held gently
underneath in a shelf bra, the top jiggled in waves of motion so
sensuous that Heather would get instantly wet watching them. Heather
loved to watch, hold, squeeze, suck and press against these breasts.
It was the biggest turn-on for her when she and Traci did this. In
fact, one of the most sensuous things Heather and Traci did was to lay
side by side, pussies locked together with legs intertwined, their
pubic bones pressing down on each other's clits. In this position,
their chests were tightly pressed against each other, the tissues
flattened and bulging out under their arms, the pressure on their ribs
and tits making their breasts ache with desire, causing them to swell
even more, and the pleasure increase.
They would very, very slowly grind their hips together and let
their desire build and build. Just at the point where one or the other
was going to orgasm, they would whisper please stop to the other and
they would cease for a minute or two until they pulled back from the
brink. Then, gently, begin again. Each time, the approach would take
them higher and higher. After a half dozen or more cycles, they would
both be almost crazed with lust and finally, they just couldn't stop
and would end up frantically grinding against each other, holding each
other tighter and tighter, and then the orgasms would take them
together, so intense they would both hang on the edge of
consciousness, their bodies on total overload. The pleasure was so
intense both would be making all kinds of noises and saying obscene
things to each other. Traci once recorded this and at times played it
back to herself in the car while she drove to work. One hand would
always be up her skirt, inside her panties, with at least one finger
working the inside of her pussy.
They would lay there, covered in sweat, lubrication pouring down
their legs and bed onto a towel placed under them, kissing and
whispering sweet nothings to each other, but still tight together. And
after twenty minutes or so to rest, they would start again. In the
minutes it took Traci to get back to Heather, the smile, jiggle, swing
of those oh so familiar hips and (it actually caused her to groan out
loud) the sight of Traci's feet in these open toed heels was almost
more than she could bear. If the room had been empty, she would have
jumped her right there. As it was, it was a near thing. Heather felt
her nipples go rock hard under her shirt and a brief glance down
showed her that there was no use trying to hide them from the rest of
the room. A miniature Mt. Everest stood proudly, pointing slightly
upward. Just the reaction Traci was hoping for.
"Hi, stranger. I missed seeing you last night. How did the
studying go?"
"Fine. I think I did OK on the test. Hey. I thought you promised
not to get me too sexed up during the day? You KNOW when your tits
jiggle like that I get crazy for you. And the goddamn shoes aren't
helping any. Ever since Inga. God, you just look fantastic. I wish we
were alone." The tone was very quiet so no one could hear.
"Glad to hear it." Softer. "Sorry, I just missed you so much, I
couldn't resist." Louder. "Can I ask you to drive me somewhere after
class. My car broke down this morning and is in the shop."
"Sure. I'm all done in about thirty minutes. Where to?"
"Ummm. I'll tell you in the car. Not too far. I'll wait in the lobby."
It took all of her restraint not to lean over and kiss Heather on the
mouth and take one of those wonderful nipples in her fingers and
squeeze. There were times when being secret lovers just about drove
her crazy. This was one of them. Now that Heather was all sexed up and
her nipples and face showed it, they could do nothing about it.
Heather was right. During the day was no place for these games. It was
too hard.
They walked out to the car and Heather started it and let the air
conditioner cool it off before they started out.
"Where to?"
"Here's the address. It's my shrink." Traci said, watching Heather
out of the corner of her eye.
"A shrink?! You never told me you see a shrink!" Heather was very
surprised. Her horniness faded a bit.
"Well, it's got nothing to do with us. I just have some things to
work out and Janet. Dr. Janet Fielding. She's very nice. Has helped me
a lot. I come home from the visits very relaxed."
"Oh, would you wait for me? It takes an hour. I realize this is an
imposition, but I couldn't think of anyone else.
"It's not a problem. Glad I could do it. You should have just
borrowed the car."
Traci smiled. "Now, I never get enough time with you alone as it
is, so I thought this would be a good excuse. Oh. I really am sorry
about the outfit. I just missed you."
"Well, I miss you too, but you'll notice that I've stopped
stripping for you in class, or hiding under your desk and eating you
out. We were getting crazy and you would have ended up fired and me
out on my ass, trying to explain to my straight parents why I got
kicked out of school, along with my lesbian lover, for open sex in the
classroom. Now that my parents know you and like you, we can't mess
this up." Heather concentrated on driving.
"But you did like the outfit?" Traci said with a sheepish smile.
"What do you think? My pants are soaked. It's a good thing I like
them that way, or I'd spend my entire day changing underwear every
time you walked by me."
Traci knew Heather was right. And it was a good thing that Traci
liked the thought of Heather's underwear being wet with lubrication.
She loved eating her out through the cotton and feeling the fluid flow
into her mouth. When Heather lubricated, it just poured out of her.
They both laughed. Traci ran her hand up the back of Heather's
neck under the thick mane of hair and then her nails up and down the
nape of her neck. The long red nails were a nice contrast to the dark
hair and white skin. Heather's breathing went tight.
"Traci, how close are we?"
"Ten minutes or so."
"Get over here and fuck me, honey. I'll never make it back to your
place."
"I thought you'd never ask, darling."
And with that, she slid over on the seat and pulled Heather's
skirt up, with Heather lifting and shifting her hips to allow the
fabric to bunch up around her waist. Heather was right. Her tight
cotton briefs were soaked, the dark stain spreading halfway up to her
waist. The smell of the cum soaked panties was all Traci needed and
she put one arm around Heather's shoulders and the other hand went to
Heather's now open pussy and a long index finger began to push the
panties to one side.
"Don't run us off the road." A long finger slid inside Heather's
sopping pussy.
Heather groaned, "Yes. That's so good. More. Put more in. I need
it. Please."
"My sexy lover, your pussy is just waiting for my long nails to
slid inside and tickle you. Make you come all over my hand. There's
another long nail." Another finger slid inside. Heather was almost
bouncing on the seat. Traci's fingers were going around and around
inside. She could feel the pressure and her belly tightened.
"Oh, are you ready to come for me, darling? Now, another. And
another." Four fingers were now inside her swollen vagina, Heather was
grunting out loud from the waves of pleasure as they hit her. Her
driving was a bit erratic, and she was slowing down as her attention
shifted from the road to the wild sensations in her cunt.
"Traci, fist me! Please, fist me!"
Heather had never asked for that before, and Traci had never done
it to another woman. She had seen porno movies with women doing it,
but had never experienced it. She was worried she'd hurt Heather.
"Are you sure?" Her fingers were working Heather like a flute.
There was no doubt that Heather was wet enough. And, open enough.
Traci's fist wasn't all that large. Maybe it would work.
Heather groaned wildly and opened her left leg up until it hit the
door. Her right leg swung up over Traci's thighs and the car, with no
gas, started to slow rapidly. Traci put her left foot on the gas
peddle and the car picked up.
Pushing up with her fingers, she pushed her hand further and
further inside, coiling her long nails into the palm of her hand as it
entered Heather, and then, her entire fist was inside. Heather cried
out with lust in her voice and Traci began to pump and inch or so, in
and out. After only seconds, Heather orgasmed with a shriek that came
from the depth of her soul. Her vagina clamped down so hard on Traci's
fist she couldn't have moved it if she tried.
The car began to wander from the lane and Traci tried to swing her
left arm around from behind Heather's head, now bent back in orgasm.
It was a contortionist act, but she finally got a hand on the wheel
and drifted the car back into the lane. A drunken sailor could drive
better than this. Honking horns were going off all around them.
Slowly, she withdrew her fist from Heather, unfolding her hand and
sliding it out. A copious flow freshly wet the cotton panties as the
vagina slowly closed and Traci pulled the cotton over the still
swollen and stretched lips. Heather's clit was fully extended and was
now pinned under the tight cotton, pointing up at Heather's navel,
like the pseudo cock it was. Traci couldn't resist but run her finger
up and down the turgid member and feel Heather tense and buck at the
intense sensations. Traci had sweat on her lip and brow and realized
she was very aroused from this. But the parking lot was coming up and
there was no time. Heather parked in a groggy trance.
"Listen. I'll go in, you sit and calm down. Come up to 507 and
wait if you like. I don't mind. Are you OK? I've, I mean, we've never
done that before. Wow, did you get off on that! That was some orgasm.
Even for you!"
"Yes." She said weakly. "That was fantastic. I need a minute to
clear my head. 507 you said, right?"
"OK. God, I smell like your pussy. I hope the Dr. doesn't mind.
Maybe I can hit the ladies room in the hall. See you later." And she
slammed the door and walked away, leaving Heather leaned over the
wheel.
Heather sat, her nipples still hard, her breathing just beginning
to slow down. She had just begged Traci to fist her. Where did that
come from? Pretty wild, even for her. Yeah, even for her.
The long minutes passed. She was so wet she was sure she must be
sitting in a pool of fluid, so she looked around to be sure no one was
looking, and slid out of the car and let her skirt fall quickly while
she was shielded mostly by the door. She was right. There was a small
wet spot on the seat. She wiped it up with a Kleenex and took a deep
breath and went into the building, out of the heat. Good thing it was
hot outside. Her face was still fully flushed from the strong
emotions. She could still feel the intense phantom pressure of Traci's
fist inside her, a phantom lover as she rode the elevator up to the
fifth floor. That was definitely wild and she had loved it. Yet
another new technique to explore. Wait till she did it to Traci. Just
wait. The doors opened and she found the office.
The receptionist was a very attractive blond with long hair pulled
back into a tight bundle behind her. A dazzling grin. Nice, smallish
breasts, no bra to see (or probably needed), white blouse. Delicate
hands with long fingers. And very long nails, a perfect set, painted a
delicate shade of pink, to match her lipstick. Behind the desk,
Heather couldn't see any more. Yes, very attractive. The name tag on
the desk said Sherry.
"Do you have an appointment?"
"No, actually, I'm Traci's ride. Is it all right if I wait here
where it's cool? It's very hot out."
"Oh, really? I haven't been out since I got here this morning and
it was cool then. You are very flushed. Would you like a drink of
water?" Her eyebrow was raised a bit, a bit of a snickering smirk on
her lips. Did she suspect Heather had just had sex?
Heather spotted the water cooler with its blue jug of water behind
the receptionist. "Thanks, that would be nice."
She went over and stood by Sherry as Sherry filled a paper cup
with water. As she turned to give the cup to Heather, the definite
delicate smell of sex drifted into Sherry's nostrils. Her eyebrow went
up even higher as she handed over the cup. "Yes, I see it is very hot
out today for some people. I think some people get hotter than others,
don't you agree?"
Heather looked at her curiously for a second, then caught the
double meaning. Yes, she knew. "Yes, I suppose that's very true. With
your fair skin, I bet you get pretty hot yourself --under the right
conditions."
Sherry smiled warmly. "Yes, under the right conditions, I can get
absolutely steamy. Just turn to liquid." The smirk was gone now and a
broad smile signaled an open invitation. Come drink me. Come sample my
liquid heat. Come wade in my swamp of steamy parts, and savor them
with your tongue, and nose, and feel them with your hands. It was
getting very hot in the room. Heather decided to step around this open
invitation. She had Traci to take care of all evening, Karin on
Saturday, and who knew what was happening there, and now Sherry was
coming on to her. Best bet was to gently turn her down. At least for
now.
"I'd like to see that. Sometime." Heather said quietly. "I like a
lot of liquid. Steamy liquid. I'm Heather." She held out her hand and
Sherry took it and held it.
"I get off around 5. Meet me for a drink and I'll show you a real
fire. You'll drown in the liquid trying to put it out."
"That sounds very nice, Sherry, but I really can't today. Heat or
no heat, I have lots of other commitments and can't break them. Maybe
we could exchange numbers? And put the fire on ice for now?"
Sherry released her hand slowly and Heather made no attempt to
pull it back too quickly. Sherry looked disappointed. "OK. I'd like
that. Later, OK?"
"For sure, later. I love your hair." Heather boldly reached out
and ran her hand down the side of Sherry's head, along the rich,
yellow strands, and then stepped closer and picked up the thick, shiny
bundle of hair and pulled it very slowly through her hand. Sherry took
extra good care of her hair and it showed. It positively glowed from
her head down to the end of the last strand. And Sherry was almost
purring at the bold handling Heather was giving her.
Heather's big boobs were right in Sherry's face and Heather
thought for a moment that Sherry would just lean forward and take her
tit in her mouth and so she pulled back. Lipstick on her blouse all
over her nipple was not going to make for good conversation with Traci
on the way back to school.
She released Sherry's hair at last and reached past Sherry,
purposefully rubbing her left breast into Sherry's shoulder, and
picked up one of the Dr.'s business cards and wrote her number. "I'm
not always there. Just leave a message. I'll call back. Promise."
Sherry also gave Heather her number and as Heather picked it up,
she noticed a pretty pendant hanging from a desk lamp, right by her
hand. It was twisting in the light and throwing off a lot of dazzling
colors.
"What's this? It's very pretty."
"Oh. That's one of those charms the Dr. uses to hypnotize her
patients. Works like a charm!" She laughed at her own pun. "You just
dangle it in front of the person, like this" she held it in front of
Heather, "and spin it very slowly, " it was turning, shining an
endless stream of soft color sparkles into Heather's eyes. "And talk
in a quiet, slow monotone" her voice was now a low melody of sweetness
and innocence. "Can you feel a calm coming over you, Heather?"
Heather tried to look away, but somehow felt she couldn't. "Yes. A
calm. It's so pretty."
"Yes, it is. Try to relax a bit more. It's time to just relax and
listen to my voice."
Sliding, slipping, Heather felt herself going limp. Falling toward
the voice. She was going under. But with a masterful effort, she
reached up and grabbed the pendant and broke the spell.
"I see. It works very well. And you seem to have mastered the
technique well enough. Something the Dr. shared with you?"
"Well," Sherry said, "not something she did knowingly. Sometimes,
she leaves the door open a crack and I can hear the sessions. It
didn't take me long to catch on to what she was doing. I did spy a few
times. To watch her do it. And she was a willing victim, I mean,
subject, to let me try it on her."
"How did that you do that?"
"Well, if you promise to keep a secret, I'll tell you."
Heather nodded. "Promise."
"I had her under in thirty seconds!" Sherry actually giggled. "I
could see her try to fight, but it was at the end of a long day and
she was a bit tired. I asked her if I could try it and she said OK. I
think she just assumed I'd screw up and not do the voice part, or spin
the bauble right, or something. After she went under, I double checked
to make sure she was under and she was."
"Then what?" Now she had Heather's curiosity up.
"Well, let's just say, I put a few ideas in her head, you know,
post hypnotic suggestions, and gave her a code to trigger them, and
then brought her out of it. Made her forget she was ever under."
"And it worked?"
"You bet. Amazingly well."
"And she still doesn't know?
"Nope. I say the magic words and she goes out like a light. We do
our thing and then I tell her to forget, and bring her out of it."
"OK. I have to ask. What are the magic words?"
Sherry hesitated. "Well, I don't know if I should tell you. The
Janet always picks something very unlikely to ever come up in a
person's daily life. Actually, I used something she uses on her
patients sometimes."
"And that is? Come on, give!" Heather gave her a push on her arm.
And reached out and picked up Sherry's hair again and began stroking
it, the backs of her fingers rubbing the top of Sherry's very firm
breast, now sporting a rock hard nipple.
It had the desired effect. "OK. But don't ever mention this out
loud to anyone, understood?"
Heather nodded yes. And kept stroking.
"The trigger is `Climb Mt. Olympus'"
"And you just say that to her and she goes right under?"
"Yup. Stops in her tracks and waits for further instructions."
"Which are?"
Sherry was now leaning a bit forward, trying to get Heather's hand
to push harder on her breast. Heather obliged. The nipple felt good as
it bumped down her knuckles. Sherry's voice was just a bit breathy
from her growing arousal.
"Well, I'll let you in on another secret. Janet is bi, but nobody
knows that. I found out from watching her with patients. Listen, I
shouldn't have said that. I can't talk about that any more, OK?"
Sherry turned away and looked upset. Clearly, she had said too much.
But Heather pressed her. "So you have sex with her while she's
under?" Seemed like a logical assumption based on Sherry's
revelations.
Sherry was quiet. Finally, in a low voice, she whispered, "Yes. We
have sex."
"Nice game if you can be a player!" Heather laughed. "I won't
tell. Is it fun?"
Sherry perked back up. "It's fantastic! I mean fucking fantastic.
She does anything I tell her to, anytime, anywhere. She's my sex
slave. I mean, it's only a few minutes a week, when it's safe to do,
but just knowing I can..." her voice trailed off. "I never knew I
liked to be in charge so much until this happened."
"You do, do you?" The door to the inner office was opening and
Traci walked through. The session was over. Heather noticed that
Traci's cheeks were flushed and her nipples were tenting her blouse a
bit. It was immediately apparent to Heather that Traci had just had
sex! She knew that reaction all too well.
"Hi, we can go. Did you two meet?" Traci asked.
"Yes, just a few minutes ago. Nice to meet you Sherry. See you
sometime again."
Sherry smiled professionally and turned to the doctor. "Your four
o'clock canceled and you have no other appointments."
"Great, I'll catch up on paper work. See you next week, Traci."
"Next week." Traci responded over her shoulder.
On the way down to the car, Traci was quiet.
Back on the road, Heather finally said. "Something wrong?"
"No. I guess not. Well, sometimes I think that the sessions are a
bit too short. I just get into something and it's time to end it. I
wonder where the time goes."
"What kind of session is it? Does she hypnotize you or something?"
Heather probed.
"No. She told me how she does that with some patients and showed
me the little jewel on a chain she uses, but we just talk and she
takes notes. That kind of thing." Traci was silent. She turned to look
at Heather. "Why did you ask?"
"Oh, I saw this jewel on Sherry's desk and she told me what it was
used for. We chatted about post hypnotic suggestion for a minute. I
guess I never thought about how you have to pick trigger words not
likely to come up in daily life. I mean, for an American, the words
"Climb Mt. Olympus" aren't likely to ever come up casually. Right?"
There was no answer. The silence went on. Finally, Heather looked
from the road and Traci was sleeping. No, Heather realized. She's
under! That's right. Sherry did mention that Janet used those words
with patients sometimes. She had hypnotized Traci after all. What is
going on in that office, I wonder. And she was mad. It had been cute
when Sherry was doing it to Janet, but now that Janet was doing it to
Traci, Heather found she was very upset. "Traci, can you hear me?"
Heather kept her voice low and steady, her eyes carefully on the road.
"Yes." A low monotone.
"When I count to five, you will be fully awake and not remember
any of this. I'm going to count to five. One. Two. Three. Almost awake
now. Four. Five."
"What, what was that you were asking?"
"Oh, nothing. Are your sure the Doctor didn't hypnotize you
without you knowing it?"
"Don't be silly, Heather. You can't do that."
"Let's stop here for a bite to eat, OK?"
"Fine, I'm hungry."
They settled into a booth and Heather finally decided to share her
suspicions.
"Listen. In the car, I said some words, trigger words Sherry told
me the doctor uses with her patients for post hypnotic suggestion and
you went right under. I had to bring you out of it. Just like on TV. I
think something funny is going on with the doctor and you and you
don't know it."
"Heather, I told you in the car, that is ridiculous. She's never
hypnotized me."
"If I can prove it to you, will you believe me?"
"OK, prove it."
"Look at your watch and tell me what time it is. Exactly."
"It's four seventeen and a few seconds."
"Thank you. Now, I want you to climb Mt. Olympus."
Traci's eyes closed and her head slumped onto her chest.
In a low, steady voice, Heather said. "Traci, can you hear me?"
"Yes."
"Without leaving the booth, I want you to take off your panties
and bra, fold them and put them on your plate in front of you."
Traci began to hike up her skirt and in seconds the panties were
off and folded, then the bra followed. Then they were both on her
plate.
Heather took her through a five count and Traci was awake.
"What time is it now?"
"It's....why that's funny. It's five minutes later. I just looked
at my watch."
"Look at your plate."
Traci gasped. Her underwear were neatly folded on the plate in
front of her. She quickly put them in her bag.
"How in the world did you manage that?"
"I didn't do anything. You took them off and put them there after
I put you under and told you to do it."
"I can't believe it." It was quiet as Traci absorbed the meaning.
"She's been putting me under?"
"She must be. What can it mean?" "Well, we'll have to find out."
Heather added, "It might be completely legitimate, or she could be
abusing you. And, when you came out today, you were showing all the
signs of being very aroused. Maybe you're having sex in there."
Traci was silent and a frown crossed her face. "You may be right.
I've come out of some of the sessions and was pretty damn hot and
couldn't figure out why. Hell, if she wanted to have sex, she should
have asked me. Actually, I think she's very attractive."
Heather didn't respond to that last remark.
They finished their food and headed back. When they got to the
house, Heather picked up the phone and called Sherry's number and left
a message. Sherry might be able to help.
It was two hours later when the phone rang. Heather put down her
text book and it was Sherry.
"Hi. I thought we agreed to put things on hold a while? I wasn't
expecting your call."
"Hi Sherry. Well, this is different. Listen, do you think the
doctor might be hypnotizing patients without their knowledge, like you
did her?"
"Gosh, I don't think so. She's pretty straight about the
doctor/patient thing. Very careful. Why?"
"Look, I don't want to talk about this over the phone. Can you
come over?"
Sherry was suddenly very eager. "Sure. Where?'
Directions exchanged, they hung up and Heather went back to her
book. It was about forty five minutes when there was a knock on the
door.
Heather pulled it open and Sherry stood there, a knockout. Now,
her long blond hair was loose, carefully brushed, and it cascaded down
over her shoulders, stopping just above the gently swell of her high
breasts. Her blouse was gone and she wore a tank top that showed every
curve of her upper torso as though it was painted on her. Her nipples
were small points and very visible. The jeans were hip hugger and also
skin tight. Heather had not realized how long-waisted Sherry was and
the combo was very becoming. And then Heather saw the shoes. And she
knew they'd have sex before anything else this evening. The shoes were
red open-toed high heels and the sight of them turned Heather into a
trembling, extremely turned on young lady. She had to have Sherry and
right now.
"Hi." Heather's voice was clearly a bit shaky.
"Hi, yourself." There was that eyebrow of Sherry's again. It was
her early warning radar. Alert, alert, a hot young babe very ready to
fuck dead ahead. She stepped inside and it was quiet for a moment.
Heather spoke first. "I know I said I wanted to wait, but...."
Sherry walked over close to her, but not touching. "But nothing.
I'm so hot for you. Ever since you walked into the office this
afternoon. You know I don't want to wait. I want you now."
It wasn't necessary to talk. Heather reached out and covered
Sherry's right breast with her hand. It was very, very firm under her
palm and she began to stroke it. Sherry's eyes became half slits as
her arousal grew. She reached out and unbuttoned Heather's top and
slipped it off each shoulder. A bare breast greeted her and she began
to return the favor. Heather's large breasts were the kind that she
dreamed about when she masturbated and lusted after. The kind that
made her weak in the knees to see, and her pussy wet when she touched.
And it was no different now. Both girls moaned at the same time as
their arousal pushed them toward a hot embrace. Heather's softer
figure melted against Sherry's hard toned muscles and hands began
removing clothing quickly. In only moments, Heather was naked except
for her panties and for once, her partner was taking her before she
could respond. Sherry pushed her into an easy chair and moved each of
her legs out onto one of the arms, presenting her pussy to her and she
dropped straight to her knees and leaned in with a sigh. She loved to
eat women out with their panties still on. She knew the indirect
sensations through the fabric delayed orgasm and let it build to very
high levels before release came. And, tonight, she worked the fabric
deeply into Heather's pussy and sucked the streaming fluid from the
fabric as Heather moaned and groaned. She took her time and as Heather
approached her release, Sherry slipped two fingers into her own steamy
hole and began to pump rapidly. In less than a minute, she felt her
vaginal muscles grip her fingers like a vice and she came with a
grunt. It was only a warm up.
Sherry backed away from the chair and stripped off her jeans,
revealing a shaved pussy. She pulled Heather down into the chair and
onto the floor and knelt over her face, lowering her very wet slit
onto Heather's eager mouth. The feeling of Heather's hot tongue in her
hole was fantastic and Heather returned the favor with eager energy,
gripping Sherry's thighs tightly, pulling the pussy onto her mouth and
nose. Sherry was grinding and humping and her back soon bent like a
bow and she orgasmed twice before Heather released her.
It was fifteen minutes later when they finally sat down next to
each other on the sofa.
"OK. We had to get THAT out of our systems for the moment."
Heather began. She stroked Sherry's face. "That was very nice."
"You bet. You were all I could think about all afternoon. And the
reality was even better than the fantasies! Now, what's the problem?"
Heather explained and Sherry agreed something had to be done. They
finally decided to let Sherry hypnotize her boss and give her an
instruction to excuse herself and go to the bathroom every time she
intended to use the trigger words for a patient for the purpose of
having sex, thus never being able to give the triggers.
"That was easy. And now...." Sherry took Heather's hand and led
her into the bedroom. In minutes the bed was shaking with their
thrusting and humping, finally settling into a long-term 69 position
and at Sherry's request, Heather left her panties on. They finally
exhausted themselves and Sherry stayed till morning, only leaving in
enough time to change at her apartment on the way in to work.
Heather turned her attention back Karin and their "date" that was
coming up. Sherry was just an encounter. Karin was a flower that
needed help to bloom.
Saturday came slowly for Heather. She wondered if Karin would act
on any of the things she was being urged to do by her own boyfriend
and her own inner desires. And the more she thought about Karin and
her tan and those hips, the more urgently she hoped Karin would want
to do more than talk. And to help Karin feel at ease, she dressed in
just a pair of loose jeans and a blouse that wasn't very form fitting.
Her boobs were tightly encased in a bra that showed no nipples, and
she went very easy on hair, makeup and perfume. Not a date. Her pussy
was saying something very different, but from the outside, all was
bland. Well, as bland as Heather could manage, given the looks, hair
and body she was blessed with. Satisfied, she curled up and studied
until the bell went and buzzed Karin into the building.
And now, before they were even out the door, they were in this
totally wild French kiss. Heather wanted to just take Karin where she
stood, but instinct told her it was too much, too fast. With great
effort, she pulled her tongue back from Karin's mouth and they stood,
pussies still locked hard against each other, panting from their
intense arousal.
Finally, Heather said. "I'm sorry, you just looked so pretty and
I've wanted to do that all week. I won't do it again. I mean, unless
you want to."
Karin was totally surprised at her own wild desire to kiss this
woman and her own reaction to being kissed. And confused. She was
really, really attracted to Heather, but felt funny about it, very
conflicted. To be honest, she didn't know what she wanted at that
moment. At least mentally. But there was no denying that was the
hottest kiss she had had in a long, long time. Slowly, she pulled
back. Her body complained at the withdrawal.
"Maybe we ought to go on to the movies. I need to think. It's OK
you kissed me. Obviously I enjoyed it. But I'm pretty confused right
now. I mean, it's so sudden and I didn't expect it."
"OK, out to the movies."
And to the movies they went. Karin later admitted she had no idea
what they saw, as her mind was racing a million miles an hour about
what was happening. Half way through the movie, Heather handed her the
box of popcorn and their hands touched and Karin felt as though she
was on fire from the touch. In that instant, she knew she wanted to
have sex with Heather, and admitted it to herself. She reached over
and took Heather's hand and whispered in her ear.
"I think we really are on a date. I'm so hot I feel like I could
explode. Can we go somewhere else and talk. I really need to talk
about all this."
And they left and went to a small sandwich shop up the street and
slid into a booth away from everyone else.
After ordering, Karin started talking.
"I really did want you to kiss me, back in the apartment. It was
all I thought about all week. What it would be like, I mean. It was
nice. No, it was fantastic. I never expected to react like that. Like
this. I mean, I'm still hot from it. Like my insides are tight and
tingling and I'm going to orgasm if you touch me."
"So, you want to go back to my place and investigate some more?"
"Yes. Well, I still feel really weird that this is happening. I
want it to happen, I want to have sex with you really badly, and then,
at the same time, I'm all confused about it. I never seriously allowed
myself to see myself with another woman. It was always guys. It's
still guys. And then, here you are and I'm hot to have you. All one
big circle. Maybe I'm going crazy."
"No you're not. I'm just the opposite. I always see myself with
women, but just recently, I got the hots for a guy at the beach and I
was all confused about that. Still am. We are just coming at it from
different perspectives. I've decided that I must be interested in both
and it's OK. I just have to get used to it, that's all." Heather
sipped on her soda.
"Yeah, get used to it. I mean, I've only felt this way for a week,
so I haven't had much time to absorb any of it." There was a long
silence. "Can we go to your place, and, well, be together? I want to
do it all with you. Teach me about it."
"If that's what you want. I want to have you too. Let's go. I
promise to be gentle!"
"You don't have to be gentle. But go slow. I may be a little weird
about it at first."
They went out to the car and got in. Heather started the engine
and looked over at Karin in the lights of the parking lot. Her face
was flushed with excitement and she was licking her lips. Heather
leaned over and kissed her cheek. "Come on lover, let's get you
properly laid."
Karin smiled. Her pussy had been wet as she slid out of the booth.
She was now already anticipating fingers and tongue on and in her
pussy and her belly went tight and a shiver went down her spine. In
spite of her nervous uncertainty about this, her body was giving her
very clear signals that it wanted this to happen, and happen very
badly.
The short drive took too long for both of them and they walked
hand in hand into the apartment. They tossed their pocketbooks on the
chair and Heather began to kiss Karin's neck, pushing her hair away
from her ear, tickling it first with her tongue, then filling the ear
with the tip of her tongue, its hot wetness sending a chill down
Karin. She was moaning almost immediately. Somehow, Heather was
hitting all her hot buttons like she was making love to herself. The
way she always wanted her boyfriend to and he never seemed able. Or
willing. Now, now she was on fire from this near perfect playing of
her body. Heather's hands began to be busy on her back and then around
to her front, unbuttoning the blouse and pushing it down off her
shoulders. The white cotton bra came free in a quick motion and
Heather's long fingernails ran up under one cup and traced the bottom
of the breast, finally circling the hard, nicely shaped mound and
closing gently on one of the now rock hard eraser sized nipples.
Karin actually gasped very loudly and began to whimper. Her
arousal soared beyond anything she could have imagined. Just the right
place, just the right pressure. Her breast felt like molten lava
inside and the tip was sending electric jolts straight down her belly
to her clit. She could feel her clit swell and the pressure and
fullness in her loins grew in leaps and bounds. In only seconds,
Heather had her hotter than she had ever gotten when making love, and
they were still standing in the middle of the floor, dressed.
But Heather was now doing her best to get Karin's clothes off and
the pile at their feet grew. As she unsnapped Karin's jeans, the
zipper gave that buzzing sound and it was down and the pants then
eased over her flowing hips, Heather's long nails adding to the trail
of fire as they gently raked over Karin's hard bottom. Heather's own
arousal began to scream skyward as her hands flowed over these
wonderful curves and she trembled at the touch of the deeply tanned
skin under her hands. She had dreamed of these plush hips all week and
now they were under her hands, under her control. Her pussy was
becoming liquid as she pushed Karin toward the bed.
Karin was past doubt. Past uncertainty. Past confusion. Every
nerve in her body was screaming and she felt herself loosing and
giving control to Heather in a way she had never experienced before.
And as she had never, ever done in the past, she let the self control
slip away and sank into the warm waves of lust. In the distance, she
heard herself making noise, groaning, moaning, yelling, but the waves
of pleasure kept piling up. Already, she felt the beginnings of the
final tidal wave of heat building in her thighs, as it always did just
before she orgasmed, but tonight it was at a level she couldn't
believe. Heather pushed Karin's now soaking wet panties aside and
slipped a finger into the waiting hole, then two, and Karin's hips
responded by bucking upward and beginning to jerk around involuntarily
as Heather's experienced hand worked the inside of the vaginal walls,
in and out, around, a steady rhythm of increasing speed. The smell of
this lush pussy was too much and her lips and tongue joined in the
feast. In that moment, as Heather's lips closed over Karin's now
engorged clit and the tip of her tongue began to flick the button,
Karin's cries became more focused and she began to yell.
"Oh... Oh... OH!... Yes, that's... IT! MY GOD DON'T STOP! I...
CAN'T... BELIEVE... OH!... I'MMMM... KKKK..." her stutter gave away
the massive release that hit Karin as
The orgasm took her over the edge and into space. Her hips lifted
clean off the bed and her arms were pounding the mattress as wave
after wave of electricity poured through her nervous system in
cascades and her body responded with wild involuntary actions. At that
moment, Karin had no idea of where she was, or who she was, but was
totally lost to the control of the orgasm. And Heather was only just
beginning.
Heather found her own need for release too much to ignore and
continued to lick and suck on Karin as she eased the snap free on her
own jeans and her fingers found her clit. Swollen and poking out like
it always did, it only took several strokes over the slick, wet fabric
of her cotton panties and she joined Karin in bliss. The stain on her
panties grew steadily. It felt wonderful, that wet coolness on her
burning pussy.
Karin began to come down from her high, but found the licking and
sucking on her clit was already building up another orgasm. To her
surprise, in the brief moment of lucid thought she had before it took
control of her, she found it was not only going to be stronger than
the last, but she now had her hands tangled in Heather's hair, holding
her face to her cunt, urging her on for more and more. And then, with
a wild scream, she came again. Her body was shaking all over and it
was long minutes before it ended and the ripples of heat in her body
began to slowly subside. Her nipples went rigid and her breathing was
shallow, her mind very fuzzy. Without any question, she had just had
the two most powerful orgasms she had ever experienced. Completely
mind bending orgasms. On some fundamental level she knew she had
entered into some new level of personal pleasure and freedom to enjoy
her body. The feeling was wonderful.
Heather wasn't about to relax or let Karin relax. She needed Karin
to eat her and she just sat up, pulled off her jeans and panties, then
moved over the kneel on either side of Karin's head, facing the
headboard. Karin didn't hesitate, but began to kiss and lick the
swollen pussy. She was amazed at the size and length of Heather's clit
(everyone always was), but it turned her on to lick it and she got
bolder and bolder and finally stuck her tongue into Heather's pussy
and they both groaned out loud. It was all the signal Karin needed and
she sank her tongue into Heather as far as it would go and found her
mouth awash in Heather's essence. She found the taste indescribably
delicious and swallowed again and again to avoid loosing a drop.
Heather pulled her own blouse off and the bra followed and she reached
up and cupped her now free orbs and began to pull on the nipples.
Already semi-hard, they extended and became rigid pencils in her
fingers. She ran her nails up and down their length over and over and
she was panting and groaning. Karin may have been new at pussy eating,
but she knew what she liked herself and did it all to Heather. Heather
whimpered over and over and her back stiffened as her belly jumped and
her hips bucked and jerked against Karin's mouth. Heather almost fell
over backward, but caught the top of the headboard and held on. The
orgasm was jolting and sudden, just as Karin took her long clit in her
mouth, the heat of her tongue was too much and Heather was gone.
Lubrication poured from her in a steady stream and Karin was licking
it up and swallowing. Her first taste of another woman was wonderful
and she was loving every second of this special new treat.
And just like Heather before her, she gave no signs of stopping,
but renewed her tongue lashing of Heather's pussy and in only a few
short minutes, Heather rode another orgasm of such intensity that the
backboard of the bed creaked in an alarming way as she uncontrollably
pulled, pushed, and shook it.
It was several minutes more before Heather finally slid down along
side Karin and they rested in each other's arms. Karin looked like a
contented cat. And she was fascinated with all of Heather's charms and
couldn't keep her hands off those wonderful breasts with their long
nipples and down below took the now half swollen clit between thumb
and index finger and gave it several very gentle pulls and Heather
groaned. It was hard again in an instant. Quite amazing, and so unlike
her own body, Karin thought.
Her almost total body tan contrasted so sharply with Heather's
very white skin it looked like the dim light of the room was playing
tricks on their eyes.
The rest of the night was much the same. They made love all night.
Everywhere. On the kitchen table. In the living room. Back on the bed.
At the stove making breakfast. At the door as Karin had to leave to
get to work in the morning, hands went down each other's pants one
last time and they came once more, this time with Karin sucking
furiously on Heather's tongue, their breasts pushed against each other
and Karin's body shaking uncontrollably to the tune on Heather's
probing fingers. Her orgasm was strong and left her as dazed as all
the ones before. They stood like that for a long time, hands in each
other's pants, and finally, they parted with a kiss.
Heather got a devilish grin. "Want to go to the movies sometime
during the week? I mean, not a date now, just movies? And something to
eat afterward?"
Karin laughed. "Not a date, right?"
"Nope. Just a movie."
"I'll call you. My boyfriend may have plans. Oh. I think you
answered all my questions."
"I thought I might. Showing is better than explaining sometimes."
"Viva la difference!"
Another brief kiss and Karin was off. Heather watched her swinging
hips go down the stairs and ran back in to wash up and head for class.
Her first period was sculpture and she was almost done with her
semester's most important project and couldn't miss the time out to
cut the class.
To her amazement, after a week of such intense sex with Sherry and
Karin, just thinking about seeing Traci again had her horny again.
What good is washing up, she thought as she jumped into the shower.
I'll be wet again before I get to my car. And a big grin crossed her
face. Such a problem!
End Part 23
(To Be Continued.......)
Author's Note: I have a nice new plot for Part 24 that is a direct
follow-on to Part 23. But, any readers with suggestions as to who,
how, and when Heather should get laid by her female (and maybe male)
friends will be seriously considered. Any mail should go to my anon ID
or A.S.S.D. As always, things taken from actual experience seem to
make an enormous difference in my ability to make these tales ring
"true" to the females out there, so anyone willing to share? All
contributors will have their ID's, etc safeguarded.
The Adventures of Heather Part 24 By "RAMAPO"
Heather rolled over on her back and stretched. The kind of full
body stretch that pulls every muscle in your body absolutely rigid.
Her back arched and strained. Her voluptuous boobs stood up as perfect
oversized tear drops, almost defying gravity, and her straining
ribcage pushed the tender, swollen nipples toward the ceiling. Her
flat belly went almost concave from the taut pull of the abdominal
muscles. With her thighs tight together, pinching her clit hard
between then, sparks were shooting pleasurably into her lower belly.
Finally, relaxed like a cat, she practically purred as she rolled
close against Traci's back so that her tits flattened and nipples dug
into her lower sides and her pussy's deep black, copious bush scraped
against Traci's ass and nicely presented cunt.
Traci lay with her legs together, bent at the waist. Her pussy
was thus framed between two muscled thighs, fully displayed to Heather
if Heather had been a bit lower to see it. Heather didn't need to be
lower to see it. She knew where every sensuous female part of her
lover's body was, what it looked, felt and tasted like. One night,
while Traci was tied spread eagle to the bed posts and a blindfold on
and gag in her mouth, Heather had carefully licked ever-so-slowly
every square inch of Traci's body until Traci was trembling like a
leaf in the wind. She finally finished her off with a languid tongue
stirring a thick mix of saliva and Traci's moisture around and around
her button hard clit. At the very end, she took Traci's clit in her
mouth and bit it just so. Hard enough to hurt. Hard enough to fire
every screaming nerve in her pussy. Even with the gag, Traci's scream
was loud. And her orgasm was of cataclysmic proportions, causing her
to pass out. While she was out, Heather quickly untied her and stroked
her body to help her come down.
Traci never complained. Heather was by far and away the most
sensitive, caring, eager, voluptuous, wanton lover she had ever had.
She was deeply in love with her, but somewhat restricted by her
current position as art professor to Heather being her student.
Heather attracted lovers so easily it never ceased to amaze her. Even
in her love, she never felt jealous of these other lovers, who came
and went with regularity. Heather was always there when she needed
her, wanted her.
And Heather wanted and needed her just as badly, it certainly
seemed. Her lovemaking never flagged, or lost its inventiveness.
Heather was as close to being a sex maniac as anything she had ever
experienced. And at the same time, she knew Heather never went looking
for action. It found her. Great heaping gobs of it. And many of those
partners she could have easily have been envious. And not a few had
turned her head and made her horny as well. Traci had been twelve when
she realized that it was the girls that turned her on, never guys. She
had accepted her Lesbianism immediately. Over the years, she had had a
few very close lovers, but never anyone who affected her like Heather.
Whatever it was about the girl that made her tingle, made her think of
her every waking moment, well, she liked it, wanted it, accepted it.
When Heather made love to her, she gave her soul to Traci, her
body just happening to be the way to heaven. Traci found herself
almost uncontrollably horny around Heather. If there was something to
the great chemistry theory of sex, they were probably proof of it in
living, fornicating action. Their love making was often almost
uncontrollably tempestuous. Frontal assault kissing. Tongues like
swords, trying to conquer the other, teeth, hands, fingers, toes,
fists, knees, anything that could rub, push, penetrate, tickle or
torture the other was fair game until the other party just passed out
either from violently explosive orgasms or from pure exhaustion. And
coming to was surely a sign that you wanted more. Fuck me again. I can
make you pass out again this time. I will fuck your brains out and
leave you passed out in a pool of your own cum, my body's flow smeared
over your face, hair, neck, tits, stomach, legs, toes.
Any place, any time. Only the sensitivity of their
teacher/student relationship caused them to show any restraint at all.
Not that a quick car ride away from the campus didn't mean you
couldn't hoist up a skirt, unsnap jeans, and in seconds have fingers
disappearing from view in hot, steamy, soaking pussies, pumping
rapidly until one or the other or both would give a groan and cum, the
gasping catch of breath and sometimes unrestrained cries signifying
the sought after orgasm was achieved. They used each other's body like
it was their own. And loved every second of it. Totally giving to each
other. And taking if the mood so struck them.
The previous night had been like that. A dinner at Traci's
apartment, followed by a movie with a bottle of wine slowly
disappearing. By mid-movie, Heather's long, carefully buffed nails
were trapping Traci's nipples and pulling them out and around in
circles, pinching just short of pain, then maybe just a bit more.
Traci had ceased to be able to concentrate on the movie and tried to
relax as Heather brought her along, using her nipples as the only
place she was being touched. Her pussy had cried out for penetration,
a dark stain soaking her panties and jeans, large enough to be visible
to Heather, who grinned in secret, knowing she was getting the better
of Traci. Horny herself, she waited for later. There was never any
doubt that Traci would give as good as she got. Heather's own pants
were not exactly unsullied at this point either.
Heather had learned long before that Traci was capable of orgasms
through nipple stimulation alone. And tonight, she brought Traci
along, higher and higher in her arousal. Traci moaned and begged to be
fucked, head now back on her lover's shoulder, she whispered filthy
requests, begging and pleading for release, but she knew Heather would
take her this way and secretly wanted it as well, only the waiting
while her body responded so slowly was agony. Ecstasy. Agony. The
minutes passed and her back began to arch. Her breathing was in
explosive, ragged gasps, her belly was on fire with need, solid with
tense nerves, her clit rock hard. Her breasts were swollen from the
stimulation, stretching the skin taut, emphasizing the hot tightness
in her whole chest. And below, her pussy and lower belly were on fire,
and the pressure was mounting steadily, almost painfully. Traci knew
at that exact moment the meaning of the word ecstasy.
And then, in perfect timing to Traci's now almost frantic
anguished gasps and moans, Heather pinched the twin nipples hard and
twisted the rapidly from side to side and pulled them out painfully to
their furthest possible extension. Traci yelled, gasped, and began to
come. Her breasts were like liquid lava from the heat. And then
Heather pulled the nipples up again as far as the straining fullness
of her breasts would allow. It hurt, but the fire in their tips shot
sparks into her cunt and her brain finally exploded in a wall of heat
and light.
They retired to the bedroom and stripped. Heather fucked Traci's
face and immediately came as Traci trapped that outrageous clit
between her teeth and licked it against the roof of her mouth like
some exotic sucker. Falling then into bed, they proceeded to explore
every part of each other like they had never been there before,
cumming and cumming. It was late when exhaustion finally gripped them
both at the same time and they slipped, no, fell into sleep.
Now, Heather realized she needed to pee, so she carefully slipped
out of bed and went into the bathroom and relieved herself. She
freshened up a bit and came back into the bedroom. Traci was still out
like a light. It was a bit early yet. Too early to wake Traci up and
fuck her again. What a nice idea, Heather thought. I could use her
tongue up me again. That snake of a tongue. The unspoken thought made
her hot.
She slipped on a red silk robe that stopped just above her bush
and went into the kitchen and made some tea and sat sipping the tea
and looking over the funny papers in the morning paper. After a bit,
Traci still didn't wake up and Heather got lonely, so she slipped off
the robe and slid into bed behind Traci again, only this time she was
head down, looking right at Traci's framed snatch. The evidence of
their wanton lovemaking was still smeared all over the lips of her
pussy and down the backs of her thighs. Heather leaned forward and
licked some of the dried juice, the taste reminding her of how much
she loved to eat her lover.
But now, she decided not to wake Traci up, but see just how horny
she could get her before she did awake and become fully aware. She
pulled her long hair around her head and took several small strands
and bunched them together like a paint brush. Like a feather, she
began to slowly paint the cum-smeared lips and asshole, slowly,
slowly, rubbing the tips along the tender flesh. Traci did not awake
to the barely perceptible feeling. But her body responded none the
less, and soon, the outer lips began to grow visibly deeper purple and
swell. The swelling continued and her box would have opened to allow
Heather to see up into her at this point, but the pussy was trapped
tightly between Traci's thighs and so, the swollen members pursed and
puffed out. Heather replaced her hair with the very tip of her tongue,
barely touching her partner, she traced the outline of the lips and
then trailed a thick layer of saliva down their center. The faint
taste of cum told her that Traci was aroused and lubricating behind
those firmly pressed lips. Again and again she tongue-fucked the
outside of her lover's box and resisted the urgent desire to just
plunge her tongue inside Traci's honey pot.
After many minutes of this, she changed tactics and began to slip
one of her long fingernails slowly inside, stopping just before the
tip of her finger would touch Traci. Then out. Then in. Traci gave a
whimper and Heather froze. After a bit, she started again and within a
half minute, Traci gave another whimper. Heather continued on now,
judging that Traci was having a horny wet dream and boy was she ready
to help her along. The very slight gap in the lips caused by the
curved nail was enough to let the dammed lubrication out and now
Heather began to pant herself at sight and smell of her lover's juices
flowing down the back of her thigh and ass.
Traci began to moan and whimper and her body began to quake and
shake the bed. Still asleep, her horny dream was about to become a
very wet one.
Judging the moment precisely based on the tenseness of her
lover's body, Heather slid a finger deep into Traci and Traci's pussy
spasmed and gripped it in a vice of orgasming muscles. The muscles
gripped and gripped and the flow continued. Finally, Traci relaxed and
Heather slowly withdrew the wet finger and sucked it clean. And Traci
continued to whimper a bit, but was still asleep!
Well, that was a new one. She got her off while she was sleeping!
As horny as it made her to not get herself off at that moment, she
decided to wait until Traci got up and get some relief from her lover.
They had the whole day today, anyway. She knew by the end of it, Traci
would have used her up and left her like a dishrag. And she could
hardly wait.
It was at that moment that the phone rang in the kitchen. She
never answered the phone here. Too risky for Traci for anyone to know
she was there. But, the answering machine kicked in and faintly, she
heard Sherry's voice from the other room.
"Traci, this is Sherry from the Dr.'s office. Remember me? I have
been trying Heather's apartment and can't reach her. It is urgent that
I speak to her immediately. If you know how to reach her, would you
have her call 555-3597? Thanks. Sorry to bother you so early. A bit of
an emergency here."
Heather had jumped out of bed and raced into the kitchen and
picked up just before Sherry hung up. "Sherry? Sherry? Are you still
on?"
"Heather? Oh, I didn't expect you to be at Traci's." There was
surprise and a bit of disappointment in her voice.
"Yeah, well, we sort of have this thing going. I thought you
knew."
"Well, I didn't. I guess I should have realized, but, well,
listen. That's not important right now. We have a problem. A big
problem." The disappoint evident in her voice was now superseded by
worry.
"What, what is going on?"
"Well, remember how we decided I should put Janet under and then
tell her to stop fucking the patients using hypnosis? She was to go to
the bathroom every time she was tempted? Well, last night after work,
I put her under and brought her back to my place for some. well, some
sex. And that's when the problem started."
"Well, what? You had sex and she woke up and caught you?"
"No, just the opposite. We, I mean, I did my thing with her, took
her back to her place, told her that her car had broken down and
that's why I was driving her, and then told her forget everything
except the sex with patients thing and told her to wake up."
"And?"
"And she didn't. Wake up that is. Heather, I can't get her to
come out of it. I'm scared. I've had her over at my place all night
trying everything I could think of and nothing worked. I hoped she'd
finally go to sleep and wake up OK, but she never drifted off. What
should I do? God, I'm going to lose my job. This is really fucked up."
And she started crying softly into the receiver.
"OK. Calm down. There must be a reason for this. How are you
doing?"
"I'm exhausted, ready to fall over, and scared to death. She's
walking around like she's had ten hours of sleep and is ready to go.
Oh, gosh, I'm in so much trouble."
"Have you told her to forget all the suggestions you gave her and
just wake up?"
"Yes, I told her everything was off. No dice. Look, I'm coming
over there. And bringing her along."
"What?! You can't do that! How the hell are we going to
explain..." She never got a chance to finish.
"I don't care." Sherry was crying. "I don't know what else to
do."
The click on the phone told Heather it wasn't any use arguing.
Sherry was on her way.
"Who was that?" Heather almost jumped out of her skin. Traci had
walked up behind her.
Naked.
In spite of her confusion over the rapidly unfolding events, the
sight if Traci's flushed face and still hard nipples reminded her of
what she had just done to Traci and her own horny feelings only
moments before.
"Gosh, girl, I just had the fucking horniest dream I've ever had
in my life. I mean, I was being held captive and couldn't move, and
someone was just licking my pussy and tickling me and in the end, I
just exploded. I need you to fuck me honey, take me right here on the
table." She pushed the papers to the floor.
Flat on her back, legs apart, her box was glistening with her
love juice from her wet dream. "See? Look at how wet I am! Fuck me
woman. Make me scream." It wasn't a command. It was begging. Pure,
lusty sexual begging. I am your slave, please make me cum in your
face. It couldn't be denied.
Heather had drifted up to her, between her legs. The phone.
Sherry. This wanton fleshpot begging to be fucked. Her mind spinning,
her head drifted down like a magnet drew it and her tongue appeared
between her opening lips and disappeared into the sopping hole and
Traci cried out.
"Yes. Oh, yes. Lick me! Ahhhhhhh! Lick it bitch!!!!!! Oh, my god
I'm GOING to CUM ALREADY!! Ohhhh!! OHHHAHHHHH!!!" And she exploded
like some sort of sex bomb, every nerve in her body shorting out. The
session in bed, the wet dream, and now the long hair of her lover
spread over her trembling belly, a hot tongue lashing her insides and
clit were too much and she just came and came. Relentlessly, Heather
took her with an energy driven by her own need. One hand was between
her own legs working feverishly and she came repeatedly in time to
Traci's groans.
Heather was still licking furiously minutes later when the
doorbell rang. And, with Traci's thighs tightly wrapped around her
ears and heels resting on the small of her back, she didn't hear it.
Traci groaned and came again and her legs lifted a bit as she tensed
and released and this time the urgent ring of the bell broke through.
Sherry! Oh, shit!
Heather stood up suddenly and started wrapping her robe back
around her. Not much good it would do, as her tits were almost exposed
by it anyway even when closed and her pussy and ass were just in full
view. Traci was till groaning and slowly opened her eyes.
"That, lover girl, was fantastic. Come to bed and let me..."
Traci was becoming more focused and realized Heather was pulling back
and looked very, very nervous.
"What's wrong, honey?" She sat up on the table and slid into her
feet.
The doorbell went again.
"Oh, hell, we're both naked. Let me go get a robe." Traci started
to head for the bedroom.
"Please don't hate me," Heather was pleading.
Traci stopped in her tracks and looked back. "Hate you? Hate you
for what? Don't be silly!" She started to turn to go.
"For this. Traci, it's time for you to climb Mt. Olympus." In
desperation, Heather spoke the words that would trigger the
subconscious suggestion left by her lusty doctor, putting her into a
deep trance.
It had the expected effect. Traci had started to walk forward,
now put her hand on the doorjamb to brace herself as her head sank
down and her eyes closed.
Heather came over near her. "Traci, can you hear me?" The
doorbell went again, insistently. Sherry must be freaking out.
"Yes." A whisper.
"I want you to go to the bedroom and get dressed in some jeans
and a nice blouse. Then sit on the bed and wait for me to come for
you. Do you understand?"
"Yes. Jeans. Blouse. Wait. I understand." She moved slowly away,
as if in a trance. Heather thought to herself. Shit, woman, she
answered herself. She IS in a fucking trance.
And then she ran to the front door and pulled it open.
Sherry was there, almost ready to ring the bell again. Her face
was streaked with tears, her eyes glowed red and she looked frantic
and exhausted all at once. "For God's sake, it took you long
enough..." her outburst was stopped by her focusing for a second on
Heather's robe. Heather had never looked finer than at that moment, at
least in an erotic way. Long coiled hair spilling down her back and
front, proud, oversized upthrust tits poking through the robe and
volumes of hair, black pussy hair clearly defining the well of her
womanhood between her legs. And she was giving off that unmistakable
aroma of sex. Recent, lusty, wet sex. Her face, hair, tits and pussy
reeked of it.
Sherry turned to Janet and gently guided her into the apartment
and sat her down on the sofa while Heather closed the door.
Then she turned back to Heather. "I know I'm out of control. God
you look good, babe. I must be interrupting a really good session.
Sorry."
Heather pulled the robe shut and realized just how naked she was.
Not that she cared about Sherry's seeing her. She liked Sherry seeing
her pussy, actually. But the Dr. was a problem if she suddenly woke
up.
She gave Sherry a big hug and held her tight. "Look, don't worry.
Right now, go and make us some coffee and let me change. We have
enough problems without you and I starting something up."
"Well, I can't believe it, but as hot as you make me, right now I
can hardly focus on anything. I'm excited and exhausted. Some
combination. And I'm out of ideas on what to do about little Miss Hot
Box over there."
"Coffee and I'll be back in a minute."
"Heather?"
"Yes." Heather turned back.
"Don't. Don't wash. You know?"
"Still a bit horny?" Heather was grinning at the absurdity of it
all. How could Sherry be horny when she was so tired? And then she
thought, hell, I'm horny and I've been getting laid for hours, so it's
just not her, at any rate.
"Yeah. You smell so fucking lusty. Like a wench in heat or
something. I like it. Best perfume you can wear for me. Remember
that."
"You are nuts. Let's keep focused, OK? Now, coffee, please" and
she waved her toward the kitchen.
"Yeah. Focused." Heather's tongue up her that was all she could
focus on all of a sudden. "Focused, that's me." And she went to the
kitchen. Her pussy was wet. Focused. Her clit was tingling. And she
was humming under her breath, "I'm gonna get that girl right INTO my
hair, I'm gonna get that girl right INTO my hair..." Not even
realizing she was changing the words.
Heather came back ten minutes later and the coffee was hot and
poured. Sherry was sipping hers and looked up. Heather had covered up
pretty well. At least, no naked skin was visible below her neck. But
even above the smell of the fresh coffee, she could still sense the
pure sex of the girl. And she smiled to herself.
"What? What are you grinning at?" Heather was grinning too.
"Thanks for not washing up."
"Oh, THAT. You sex fiend. You're lucky I like to smell hot or I'd
toss you out of here for being lewd to me."
"You would not. You like it when I talk dirty to you."
"Well, what they hell are we going to do? I can't keep Traci out
much longer. I feel like I'm playing a mean trick on her."
"Maybe Janet's afraid to come out because she thinks she's in
trouble because we know about the sex thing with patients." Heather
nodded.
"You know, that makes a lot of sense. If the medical board or
whatever found out, or a patient filed a lawsuit, she'd be in big
trouble. So, we have to convince her that everything will be OK if she
just stops fucking the patients any more. How are we going to do
that?"
"Well, let's ask her if she's scared of being found out first.
Then we can try to sort it out."
Sherry led the way into the living room. Her beautiful blond hair
was a mess. Dirty, stringy, dull. A real rat's nest of tangles. Wonder
what the hell she had Janet doing to her before it all went wrong,
Heather was thinking as well. Sure would love to wash her hair for her
and brush it out. Sherry was too focused on Janet to care about her
hair.
Sherry sat next to Janet and began to speak softly to her.
"Janet, can you hear me?"
"Yes."
"Janet, did you enjoy having sex with your patients?"
A baby voice, ashamed, scared, "Yes. Oh, yes."
"Did it make you hot?"
"Yes. Very hot. Just thinking about making them have sex with me.
Yes."
"What would happen if one of them found out what you were doing?"
Janet seemed to shrink and fear etched her face. "It would be...
terrible. Embarrassed. I'd would lose my license to practice. Leave
town. Leave you."
Sherry seemed taken aback at that last.
"Leave me? That would bother you?"
"Yes. Oh, yes." Her voice was very small. "I love you."
Sherry looked stunned. Heather was stunned as well.
"You've never told me that you liked me."
"I never had the nerve. To tell another woman I loved her. Please
don't be mad at me."
Sherry put her arm around the trembling woman. "I'm not mad at
you, Janet. I just never knew. I promise I'm not mad at you. I like
you too." Janet seemed to perk up a bit.
"It's OK. To love you?" The little girl's voice. How incredibly
vulnerable she sounded.
"Yes, of course it's OK."
It was silent for a moment.
Heather mouthed to Sherry, "She never told you, or gave you a
sign?"
Sherry whispered. "Nothing. And I've got pretty damn good radar.
God, this woman must be really repressed."
"How does that make you feel?"
Sherry looked confused.
"I really don't know. She's very nice and very sexy, and I've
often thought we could be close friends, but it was work and I didn't
want to mess it up. Sex at work can be bad news. Especially with the
boss. Maybe I wasn't being very approachable for her."
"I didn't find that a problem." Heather was grinning.
"Yeah, well, there must be chemistry with us, or something."
Sherry grinned weakly back at Heather.
"Janet, we know you have had sex with your patients."
"Yes."
"Does it make you afraid?"
"Oh, yes." Janet was shaking. She looked terrified.
"Now listen to me Janet. No one is going to tell anyone about
your little secret. But you must stop and not do it any more. If you
feel you need to have sex, you are to ask me to go to the ladies room
with you. I promise I will make love to you. Then you can leave the
patient alone. Do you think you can do that?"
"Make love to me. When I need to have sex."
"Yes, any time. You must just ask me. I promise never to say no
to you."
Sherry was looking at Heather for a sign. Maybe jealousy? Heather
was surprised at Sherry's offer of free relations on demand, but other
than that, she was basically happy this was all going to wrap up. Now
to get them out of here.
It was quiet for a moment.
Janet whispered, "Traci."
Heather asked, "What about Traci, Janet?"
"Traci, must not know. But she makes me very hot."
Heather volunteered, "She finds you very attractive. Traci told
me if you want to have sex with her, you should ask."
"Traci, ask her?"
"Yes, just ask her. She's very sexy and likes a lot of sex. With
women."
"Ohhhh..."
"Do you think you could wake up now?"
"Yes, I can wake up now."
Heather was alarmed. "Wait, into the kitchen. We have to talk."
She dragged Sherry into the kitchen.
"Are you nuts? She can't wake up here! What are we going to say
to her about why she is here. Or Traci, for that matter?"
"Let's just plant the thought that Traci invited us both to
breakfast and we'll cook something and set up the plates and plant
them at the table and bring them out of it together, in mid-
conversation. Can't miss."
"Right, and you look like hell, Traci's naked in there, well, no,
I told her to get dressed."
Sherry pressed on, "Look, let me shower and brush out and you
cook. What?"
"Oh, nothing."
"What, come on."
"Well, I wanted to wash your hair."
Sherry looked surprised and very, very pleased. "I'll save it for
you. You can join me in the shower. Give me a five minute head start
in there and then slip in." She grinned. "Into anything you want."
Heather grinned back. And they both jumped up.
It took only minutes to set the table, start up some bacon on low
heat and get ready to make toast and fry eggs. Breakfast would be easy
to whip up. Off in the distance, Heather heard the shower start.
She slipped into the bedroom and Traci was still sitting in the
chair, head down. Heather pulled her blouse off and slipped out of her
jeans. Not having any underwear on was definitely a plus in these
circumstances. In the bathroom, she made sure there were several
towels out, got her hair dryer from under the sink and several clean
brushes and then, carefully pulled open the show door and stepped in
behind Sherry.
Sherry had her back turned to her and possibly for the first
time, Heather marveled at the sleek body of this woman. Slightly
taller than Heather, her blond hair was now wet and hung in a water
slick mass down the center of her back to just above her tail. Not
only was her hair luxurious, but there was plenty of it. Almost too
thick. Probably a real pain to take care of properly. The square
shoulders tapered to a narrow waist and the trim hips of a swimmer.
Her legs were pencil straight, with a perfect gradual reduction in
thickness from the pussy down to her nice ankles and small feet. Not
visible from this close angle were the two pert, almost hard mounds
that graced her front.
Heather knew those tits would be hard from the sting of the
shower spray and without warning, stepped up against Sherry, pressing
her own jiggling tits hard into her back and reached around with both
hands and took the grapefruit sized mounds into her hands and
squeezed.
"Ahhhhhh! Oh, Heather, honey, that is sooooo... nice. You really
do know my hot spots. Ahhhhh.!!" Heather squeezed harder and pinched
the nipples, now hard points.
She was as soaked as Sherry at this point and her own lengthening
nipples dragged down Sherry's back as she squatted behind the woman's
tight ass and reached in and buried two fingers deep in her waiting
pussy. Sherry moved her legs further apart and Heather responded with
another finger, their thrusting and strumming getting Sherry to the
brink of orgasm in seconds flat.
"Shit. Oh, SHIT! That's GOOD!" Her breath was ragged and tearing
as she fought to breath and at the same time welcome the orgasm that
was about to tear through her. "I'm cummmmmmm...!!" No good. Her
breath was driven from her and Heather stroked on, faster and faster.
"No. Oh, no. I can't. No more oh baby oh baby oh oh oh OH OH!
Ohhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhh!" She exploded again. Heather was a woman and gave
Sherry what she herself liked.
Once more over Sherry's almost desperate pleadings and Sherry
collapsed weakly against the stall wall, groaning from her release.
Heather picked up the shampoo and worked it into the woman's almost
impossibly thick mass of hair. Soon, a flood of suds mixed with the
trickle of lubrication draining from Sherry and disappeared down the
drain.
Sherry finally pushed away from the wall and kissed Heather hard.
Passionately, groaning into her mouth. Her tongue announced its
entrance as a hot poker tearing around Heather's mouth like a wild
animal.
Heather suddenly felt Sherry's fingers glide down her belly,
through the forest of hair and she stiffened as Sherry took her as
violently and relentlessly has she herself had taken her. As the
shower wet fingers slid home into her honey pot, she cried out into
Sherry's mouth. Her enormous clit was fully extended and Sherry
trapped it between her palm and Heather's belly and rubbed it as she
pumped her fingers in and out.
Heather's mouth tore free. "Oh, my God, that's ahhhh uaaaaaaa
nnnnn" She exploded from the heat in her pussy. The pumping fingers
picked up speed and her rock hard clit was super sensitive as Sherry
rolled it up and down through the mat of hair on her lower belly. The
nerves were screaming, but her belly bucked and she felt herself jerk
and then her legs turned to water and she came again so hard she saw
stars. Sherry held her up with fingers buried deep.
Once more for good measure at a slightly slower pace and then
they just held each other, the water streaming down over them.
"Sherry, honey, let's get your hair rinsed and we have got to get
this show on the road." She kissed the blond hard on the mouth, her
tongue swiftly sweeping the inside of Sherry's mouth. "That was really
different. I liked that a lot. Like you just raped me. Or something.
It was so fast."
"Me too. Ummm. OK, rinse me."
Heather worked at getting all the soap out, but it took time.
Finally she killed the water and reached out, grabbed a towel and
began drying Sherry's hair by patting it down between layers of towel
and Sherry did the same for Heather. Then they stepped out and toweled
each other off quickly, with a lingering quick slip of the finger into
their still very moist slits. That had both of them grinning.
"Oh, shit, I smell burning bacon. I'll be right back." Heather
sprinted to the kitchen and found just a little of the bacon was
turning dark and she turned it and laid the slices out on the other
side and let it cook, lowering the heat. She turned a burner on as low
as possible under the egg pan and slipped in some bacon grease and ran
back to the bedroom.
Sherry was in the bathroom blowing her hair dry, but it was clear
this was going to take a while. Heather toweled hers again and decided
to dress and go cook. She told Sherry and went and finished the
breakfast preliminaries.
Checking the plates and everything, she helped Sherry run a brush
through the now brilliantly restored blonde hair that cascaded down
her back like a cape for a minute and then announced it was now or
never.
She guided Traci into the kitchen and Sherry got Janet from the
living room and they placed them opposite each other. Then they filled
their coffee cups and took a deep breath.
"OK, now, you wake them up. Make sure to tell them why they are
here and to forget anything else that happened. Ready?" Heather
inquired.
Sherry nodded. "Now, Traci, Janet. Can you hear me?"
"Yes." A chorus of replies.
And she gave them her instructions. And then started the
countdown to five. Coming out, waking up, fully awake.
"Hey, you guys, how many times do I have to ask you how you like
your eggs?" Heather sounded a bit impatient.
Traci and Janet just blinked and looked around, clearly puzzled.
"Well?"
Sherry chirped. "Two, over easy please. And is a piece of toast,
not too dark, possible? I seem to be ravenous this morning."
"Great, now we're cooking. Traci, I suppose you want the usual
one egg sunny side up?"
Traci smiled and just said, "Of course."
Janet still looked puzzled, but ordered two eggs over easy and
sipped her coffee.
"I'm so glad you asked us over. You have such a nice place. And
Heather appears to be the perfect short order cook." Sherry kept up
the light banter.
"That's artist to you, lady. I'll kill the first person who ever
calls me a cook again!"
Everyone laughed as Heather expertly slid finished eggs and toast
on plates. The bacon was on a plate in the middle for all to grab. The
burned edges were carefully hidden.
"God, I'm famished. You'd think I was up all night rowing a boat
or something," Heather said, smiling at Traci.
"Well, that's not far off the mark, I think." Everyone laughed.
Traci was always sure to let everyone know their love making was, if
nothing else, long and energetic.
But Janet was still quite puzzled. "You know." She paused.
Heather and Sherry waited with baited breath. "You know, I must be
working too hard. I'm only now beginning to enjoy this morning. Must
have needed the coffee more than usual. I really do feel like I've
been up all night." She plowed into her eggs.
"But you look so relaxed."
"You know. I am. Like something has been lifted off my
shoulders." She continued to eat.
"Me too," Traci said.
"It's like I could just fall right asleep." She looked back and
forth at Heather and Sherry.
"Janet, maybe it's time for Heather and Sherry to go play jumping
jacks."
"Yes, they should." Traci smiled at Janet over her coffee cup as
Sherry and Heather's eyes closed and their heads sunk to their chests.
They both burst out laughing. Traci dug into her egg. "Can you
believe how easy this was? They both walked right into it." She shook
her head in wonderment.
But Janet got a curious look on her face. "Do you remember us
planning to do this at breakfast?"
"Come to think of it, no I don't. But I'm awfully busy, and,
well, it must have slipped my mind. I mean, we talked about it so many
times in your office. Where and when to get them together and how to
get them under our control. And what game to play with them. Gosh,
Janet, seeing them under like this really has me all hot and bothered.
You were right about what a powerful feeling it gives you."
Not looking totally convinced, Janet nodded. And kept staring at
Traci. She picked at her food for a bit, then looked up.
"I. I... well, there is something I've been meaning to ask you.
I... Well..." She took a deep breath. "I think you're very sexy, and I
mean, well, could we go out?" The last was a surprise and Janet had no
idea why she said it. And turned beet red.
"I was wondering if you'd ask me. I'd love to. As a matter of
fact, I think you're sexy too. And with these two sleeping beauties
here, right now might be a good time to have a date."
"You mean, now?"
"Sure." She took Janet's hand in hers. "Come on. I made the bed."
"But."
"No buts. If you date me, lady, you better bring a change of
underwear with you at all times. I have a big appetite." And led her
to the bedroom.
And paused in the door. "Well, I'll be damned. I could have sworn
I made that bed. Oh, well, we're just going to mess it up anyway." And
she pulled Janet very gently toward her and they kissed. She shut the
door but in less than five minutes, Janet's moans began to be heard
through the apartment.
Heather and Sherry slept on. The bacon got cold.
The Adventures of Heather, Part 25 By "RAMAPO"
Karin knocked on the door and waited for Heather to let her in.
After a few minutes, she knocked again, louder. Did Heather forget
they were supposed to go shopping this morning for some hot outfits?
No, her car was out in the parking lot.
Another wait and she realized that either Heather forgot, or she
was still asleep. Hopefully alone. It was that last thought that
brought a big grin to her face and she reached over the sill of the
door, found Heather's emergency key and unlocked the door. Then she
replaced the key carefully and let herself into the apartment. There
was no one in the apartment in the living room or the study room where
Heather did her school work and paintings. But she could smell freshly
cooked bacon and eggs, so she decided that maybe she should make her
presence known and not frighten her.
"Heather, it's Karin." She called softly toward the kitchen,
advancing slowly. "Heather?" Still no response. She reached the
kitchen door and peeked in. To her amazement, she found Heather fast
asleep at the table with a gorgeous lean blonde leaning on her
shoulder, a plentitude of her silky blonde hair cascading down over
Heather's front, only the tip of Heather's large breast was pushing
the blouse above the tide of hair. Just the sight of Heather's
gorgeous boobs, even covered as they were, reminded Karin how hot she
was to go to bed with Heather again. This morning had seemed such a
great opportunity after they had shopped and bought a bunch of sexy
stuff. There had to be time afterward to come back and try it all on
again for each other and then...
She sighed. Who was the blonde? Another lover. She didn't wonder
at that. Heather was SO attractive and from the short time she had
known her, she had observed just what a cunt magnet she was. If they
were at all inclined, they just picked up on her and came running.
Turning her thoughts back to the tableau in front of her, she decided
this couldn't be Traci. She was too young. And, even though she could
see her figure only above the waist, she could see that this girl's
breasts were considerably smaller than Heather's description of
Traci's shape. No, not Traci.
It was then she realized what a strange situation she was looking
at. There were four plates on the table, all with warm food on them,
some partially eaten. Warm coffee still steamed from several cups.
Even more remarkable was the fact that there was still food on Heather
and the blondes' forks, as though they fell asleep in mid bite.
Heather was breathing quietly, but the blonde was snoring gently. Even
though she had only recently begun to realize she was bi-sexual and
attracted to girls as well as men, Karin felt an immediate strong
attraction to the blonde. That hair sure was gorgeous. Must be a lot
of work, but worth it if you could get it to look like that. She felt
a bit jealous.
She found her hand running over her own medium length sun-
splashed brunette pony tail. She knew her own hair was pretty nice,
but her job just didn't leave much opportunity to do much in the way
of fancy hair styles and she'd never grown it really long, as it went
out of fashion while she was still in high school.
Heather's darker hair was nice too, long and permed for body, she
was a real babe with all that volume hanging and swaying down her back
almost to her waist. Heather had told her how sensuous it always felt
on her bare back. How it made her nipples hard to walk around without
a top and let it brush back and forth across her lower back.
Long, yes, she'd let it grow long. To hell with the job. She'd
just bind it up at work.
All this took only seconds. What the name of hell was going on?
"Heather?" She didn't move or respond.
"Heather?" This time she pushed her on the shoulder a bit. Still
nothing. What the heck, it was as if...
"Don't bother, she's been hypnotized."
Karin almost jumped out of her skin at the sound of Traci's
unexpected voice behind her.
"Oh!" She gasped and gave a large start and had to put a hand out
to steady herself as her knees almost gave way.
"Sorry to frighten you. Who are you and how did you get in?"
Traci wasn't particularly afraid of the woman. She instantly assumed
she was another friend of Heather's that she didn't know about yet.
It took a second for Karin to find her voice, her heart was still
racing. "I'm Karin, a friend of Heather's. I used her emergency key
over the door. We were supposed to go shopping and she didn't answer
the door. I thought maybe she overslept."
"Traci." She held out her hand. She almost added "Heather's
permanent sex partner", or lover, or life partner, or something to
stake a claim. She immediately sensed that, yes, here was another of
Heather's moths to the flame. A quick-once over revealed the reason
for the attraction. Pretty, great figure, wonderful hips and legs.
Dazzling smile. A bit nervous at the moment. Not just wonderful hips,
truly great hips. Like her own. And she knew how crazy Heather got for
her down there.
"Can I ask what is going on here?" Karin inquired.
"Well, that, is a long and complex story, and a bit confusing.
I'm not sure I understand it all myself."
"Try. Can't we wake her up?" She looked over at Heather.
"Well, maybe in a bit. Let's go in the living room and chat.
Would you like some coffee?"
"Please."
Cups filled, they settled into opposite ends of the love seat.
Karin had discretely watched Traci walk around and saw that Heather's
detailed intimate description of Traci's charms was totally on target.
Traci's large full breasts did shimmer in a totally enticing pattern
as she moved around. Her own smaller, firmer breasts had a bit of
bounce to them if she went braless, but Traci's were almost hypnotic
and she felt her own level of arousal grow. It didn't hurt that Traci
was extremely attractive and very relaxed, even inviting, to boot.
"From the beginning. OK. I started going to a psychiatrist about
a year ago to deal with some issues I had. I don't think we need to go
into that. Anyway, at one of the sessions, Janet, the Dr., she told me
she couldn't see me anymore, as she was finding herself very attracted
to me and felt she would compromise the doctor-patient relationship if
I continued as a patient. We talked for a while, and it turned out
that she wanted to hypnotize me as part of the therapy, but that she
felt she might use the opportunity to do something sexual with me
while I was under, so she couldn't proceed. She made it plain that she
had never had a problem like this with other women patients, but she
was very careful about maintaining a proper doctor/patient
relationship at all times. A personal and professional code of ethics.
I was very impressed, I can tell you. It took a lot of guts for her to
say it."
"I was very surprised at her open discussion of this, and very
impressed with her honesty. I asked her why she didn't just ask me to
go out, or something.
You should have seen her. She blushed bright red and admitted she
was very attracted to women, but never had to courage to do anything
about it."
"Anyway, I told her that she didn't need to be afraid to put me
under, as I completely trusted her. If she wanted to go out and
experiment a bit, she should just ask. She thought it over and a
couple of weeks later, she agreed and we continued the sessions. Along
the way, we did go out a few times. No, Heather doesn't know. Just as
I didn't know about you." She looked over at Karin and Karin blushed
bright red. "Anyway, we got to talking about hypnotism and one night
she told me that she had hypnotized her receptionist, Sherry --the
blonde in the kitchen --without her knowledge. She planted the thought
that the receptionist would believe that she had actually hypnotized
Janet, instead of the other way around, and she should use this to put
her under and have sex with her whenever she wanted."
"Then, she would pretend to be hypnotized when Janet would say
the trigger words and they would have sex. Lot's of it, apparently, as
Sherry has a pretty big appetite in that category. And Janet loved it,
as she found that pretending for her was a very powerful turn on. And
allowed her to have lesbian sex without having to deal with her hang-
ups about it. She's very, very fond of Sherry. I think she loves her,
in fact. She hasn't had the courage to face that, or Sherry, outside
of the fake hypnotic sessions."
"Sounds a bit perverted to me." Karin slipped in her thoughts.
"Well, it gets a bit worse, I'm afraid. One day, I had to have
Heather drop me at Janet's for a session and she came up to wait in
the cool waiting room. Somehow, Sherry managed to hypnotize Heather
and plant a code word in her mind. She also told Heather about the
game with Janet and the code word she used to hypnotize her. And the
code word for real that Janet used to hypnotize me during the session.
And about the sex thing with Janet. Are you clear on all this?"
"Yes, I think so. Let's see, Janet hypnotizes you for real, but
it's strictly professional. No hanky-panky. Sherry only thinks she
hypnotizes Janet, and when pretending, Janet and Sherry have sex. Lots
of sex. Sherry hypnotizes Heather for real and plants a post-hypnotic
suggestion to put her under again. And spills the beans, as she knows
or understands them, to Heather. Right?"
"Yes, OK. Well, Heather got real concerned about me being
hypnotized for sex without me knowing, thinking that Janet was abusing
me. Apparently Sherry thought it might actually be happening as well.
The day Heather was there at the office, I did take off my blouse to
let it dry a bit, as it was so damn hot out. I must have been sloppy
about tucking in or something, so they jumped to conclusions. She and
Sherry decided to stop Janet to protect me by planting a suggestion
for her to have sex with Sherry every time she wanted to have sex with
a patient."
"It was all very stupid. I could have just told Heather the truth
about Janet and me and that would have ended it, but it got carried
away and crazy last night. Sherry hypnotized Janet and took her home
and they had some very hot sex. Then, she planted the thoughts to get
her to think of Sherry about sex instead of her patients. Only, Janet
decided to have some fun and not wake up. She drove Sherry crazy and
then felt she couldn't figure out how to come to, so just kept playing
she was under. Sherry decided to bring her over here to figure out
with Heather what they should do."
"I was here and Heather must have used the trigger word to
hypnotized me. I woke up at the breakfast table with them chatting
away. Janet was playing along and acted as if she just woke up. Then,
we got carried away and hypnotized them. And there they sit."
Karin didn't know what to think. Mostly, what the hell!
"Where is Janet?" She finally asked.
"Asleep in the bedroom. She and Sherry were up all night and were
pretty damn active, if you know what I mean. She was exhausted.
They're both exhausted, in fact."
"Let's wake up Heather, at least. I want to go shopping." And get
her away from you idiots, she was thinking. And then realized that
Traci probably wanted Heather to stay home with her. Damn, double
damn.
"That's a great idea, actually. I need to get her out of here so
I can get Janet home as well. I'll go wake her up. Wait here."
"Traci?"
"Yes?"
"You guys need to knock off all this hypnotism stuff. Somebody is
going to get hurt or screwed up. It's weird."
"I know. Maybe you can help."
"Ummm, I don't know, but I'll think about it." Traci disappeared
into the kitchen and a few minutes later, she reappeared with Heather
in tow.
Heather seemed embarrassed and said, "Gosh, I completely forgot!
Let me change real quick and we're out of here. Be right back." And
she ran into the bedroom to change. And in a minute was back.
"Traci, what the hell is Janet doing sleeping in my bed?" She was
very puzzled.
"She came over with Sherry this AM and fell asleep right in the
middle of breakfast, remember? We put her in there a while ago. Gosh,
talk about being forgetful."
"I forgot." Heather looked puzzled. What a morning. First she
forgot Karin, then Janet being in the bed. Wow. She ran back in and
changed into jeans and a top and ran a brush through the volume of her
hair. Just a touch of lipstick, a pair of flats with no socks and she
reappeared.
"Let's go. Back later Traci. Are you going to be here?"
"Maybe. I have to run a bunch of errands. We'll see. Have fun.
Don't spend too much money." Knowing full well that Heather had a
pocketbook full of credit cards with huge limits, backed by her
parents. Not that Heather ever spent much on herself. Actually, a
spoiled but frugal woman.
"OK!" And they were out the door.
Traci went back into the bedroom and watched Janet sleep for a
moment, then she made a cup of hot coffee, cleaned up the kitchen and
read the morning paper. Finally, she decided to wake up Sherry and let
her deal with Janet later.
"Sherry, I'm going to count to five slowly and when I reach five,
you'll be fully awake. Can you hear me?"
The answer was a continuation of the gentle snoring that had been
filling the kitchen. Traci decided Sherry had actually fallen asleep,
just as exhausted as Janet from the night's activities. Served her
right.
She managed to get her just awake enough to walk her into the
bedroom and lay down on the bed next to Janet. She covered them both
up, left a note on the kitchen table for them if they woke up while
she and Heather were gone. Once last check to make sure the door was
locked and she was out the door.
Heather and Karin pulled up in front of the lingerie shop in an
exclusive neighborhood. Karin had been watching the very expensive
homes they were passing and knew the shop would be way too expensive
for her budget. Well, maybe she'd find something simple, just to save
face.
They parked and just before they got out, Heather reached over,
ran her fingers around behind Karin's head, tangling the hair in her
fingers and kissed Karin very deeply for some minutes. When they
pulled back, Karin was very hot.
"Now look, my Mom and Dad have tons of money. I never spend much
of it, even though they don't care how much I spend, as long as I do
well at school. What I'm trying to say is, just pick out what you want
and let me pay for it all. It's just a gift from them to us. OK?"
Karin hesitated. She was very proud of being out on her own,
making her own way. And doing very well at it. "I don't know."
"What's the use of having a rich friend if you never take
advantage of it once in a while?" Heather laughed. "Come on, before I
kiss you again and we never get to shopping at all."
Karin smiled. THAT was the truth. And that settled it. They
jumped out, locked up the car and walked inside arm-in-arm.
"Hi Heather! Long time no see!" A pretty woman with a very trim
figure greeted them from the back of the store.
"Hi Jean. This is my friend Karin. We are here to do some serious
damage to your stock. You still on commission?" The woman had walked
up to them and shook hands with Karin, looking her over quickly. Not
exclusively sexually, but also a habit from fitting people. This babe
would be a joy to fit, she decided instantly. Perfect-sized breasts to
fit almost everything in the store and make the top fill out properly,
and great waist/hips combo to really show off anything with French-cut
legs. And that deep tan was going to make anything white on her
sensational, especially if she was tan all over.
"No, not anymore. I bought the place! Can you believe it?"
"That's super! How's business?" Heather gave her a hug. Karin
sensed immediately that the two were just friends and the hug wasn't
sexual. She relaxed. And was surprised at herself for even wondering.
"It's been really good. I'm going to start a second store down on
your side of town with a line just a little bit cheaper to let the
poor students enjoy the finer things as well. I just need to find a
good store manager." She was walking them over toward long racks and
shelves of every conceivable type of lingerie Karin could imagine. In
the back, she spotted a whole line of leather products. Jean spotted
her gazing around.
"Latex stuff is in the back, if that's your thing. I found a lot
of people are interested, but won't be caught dead looking at it in
public."
"You mean rubber stuff?" Karin asked.
"You bet. The works. You'd look great in a rubber merry widow,
Karin. Just the right boobs and waist. Oh, the sex toys are back there
as well, in the usual place. OK, you're on your own. Just put the
stuff you pick out on the counter over here and we'll settle up when
you're done."
"Great Jean. OK, Karin, let's shop. What do you like?"
"I LOVE silk stuff. And," her voice dropped, "can we check out
the rubber room before we leave? I've never even seen any of that type
of thing."
"Sure, why are you whispering?" Heather laughed. "I agree with
Jean, a rubber outfit would look outrageous on you. Definitely have to
do that before we leave."
Karin grinned. This was going to be fun. And hot. She headed for
the racks of silk underwear and began picking out silk panties. Jean
materialized at her elbow. "Do you shave?"
"What?"
"Your pussy. Do you shave it?"
Jean's question was a total surprise. "Ummm, no. I mean, I trim a
bit for bathing suits in the Summer, but..." She had considered it
once, but it was to far out for her at the time.
"Well, if you want to get the real erotic thrill of silk as only
a woman can experience it, you need to try it on a bare pussy. Now
that is a real treat, and it lasts all day, every day."
"Really? I didn't know that. I've never actually shaved myself.
Not brave enough, I guess."
"Want to try it?" Now this question was an even bigger surprise.
"You mean now?"
"Sure. I've got a nice bathroom in back and all the equipment we
need. I'll help you this first time." A statement inviting herself to
have very intimate contact with her.
"I..."
Heather overheard the conversation and wandered over. "Go ahead.
She's never convinced me to do it, but that is because Traci likes me
really bushy. But some of my friends swear it's the only way to go.
And they agree with her about the silk on bare pussy thing. Say it's
heaven."
Jean laughed and said, "Well, young lady, it's two against one!
Let's do it." She grabbed Karin's elbow and they headed back to the
bathroom, Karin looking back nervously over her shoulder at Heather,
who grinned and waved her on to the bathroom.
What am I getting myself into, Karin thought on the way. And felt
her belly tighten with anticipation of being intimately touched
between her legs.
They settled in and Jean soon had Karin out of her jeans and
panties. Karin's bush was a nice light brown and not very thick. Jean
observed that yes, Karin was tan all over. Not a tan line to be seen.
"Oh, you'll have it easy, Karin. Here, sit on the chair and put
your legs over the sides." This opened Karin completely up to Jean.
"I'm glad you're not nervous. You're not, are you?" She glanced up.
"Well, a bit. I don't usually have another woman touching me down
there. Especially with a razor! Only my Doctor." She was very tense.
"And Heather?" Jean laughed lightly, busy at the sink running hot
water.
"Well, now that you mention it, yes." She was blushing bright red
again.
"Don't be embarrassed. Heather beds an amazing number of people.
She's not my type, but we get along great as friends. Now you, on the
other hand..." Her voice trailed off as she lightly ran her fingers
over Jean's womanhood, almost absentmindedly. It was clear she was
comfortable being in charge and knew her way around a woman's
sensitive parts intimately. She detected that Karin was already damp
with anticipation. Jean liked her women hot and hairless, and Karin
held out every promise of being the former and in minutes would
definitely be the latter.
Karin shivered from the sensation. Jean picked up a pair of
scissors and began to clip while Karin watched intently. Jean's
fingers were very gentle and she was very careful with the scissors as
she worked. Soon, a modest pile of clipped hair was on the seat of the
chair and Jean ran her fingers over Karin again and again. Karin was
getting very aroused from all this contact on these sensitive areas.
And Jean knew exactly how to guide her arousal upward. One finger
lingered just a moment on the now puffy mound above Karin's still
shrouded clit and Karin shivered again and gave an involuntary sign
and breathy whimper.
"OK, now a hot towel to soften everything up, then we use the
razor." She went to the sink and ran the water very hot and soaked a
wash cloth. Jean was already dripping herself from handling Karin's
pussy. She found shaving another woman an intense turn-on and always
made a big deal out of making it last forever. After making sure the
cloth wasn't too hot, she carefully applied it. The heat roared
through Karin's already tense groin and belly and began to relax her a
bit, the nervous tension draining away and an almost overwhelming
sensation of erotic heat flowed through her nervous system. After a
couple of minutes of patting it and gently moving it around, all quite
unnecessary, Jean removed it and spread on shaving cream. Her fingers
lingered a bit here and there over the now slightly swollen lips and
stroked them, knowing they were now many times more sensitive than
when they started. Karin was now fully wet from the inside and her
breathing was definitely getting shaky.
"OK?" Karin nodded. A fingertip slid inside the now very swollen
lips. Karin looked up and locked eyes with Jean. The finger slowly
slid in her vagina to its full length and Karin groaned. The
delightful sensation caused her hips to buck and try to drive the
finger in deeper. It withdrew a bit. And her hips settled back down,
but her pussy cried out at its withdrawal.
Razor now raised, Jean shifted her focus from seducing this eager
woman and became very intense as she worked, carefully guiding the new
razor over the very sensitive skin. Finally, she pulled the now
inflamed red lips out straight, stretching the skin tight, and in
several careful swipes, they were cleaned of all trace of hair.
Karin's mound followed quickly. The wash cloth removed all the rest of
the cream and Jean began to slowly rubbed lotion into the now bare
skin to soothe and prevent irritation. The lotion was carefully
applied and the stroking and rubbing went on much longer than
necessary just to apply it. Karin's breath was tight and her belly was
tightening as Jean's fingers found all her hot spots. Her bare pussy
felt so much more sensitive than ever before. And Jean's expert
manipulation had every nerve in her pussy and belly screaming. She was
on fire.
Karin's eyes closed and she sighed and groaned a bit. Please
don't stop, her mind was crying to itself, but she was unable to
verbalize it for Jean.
"Should I stop?" Jean asked quietly, her fingers still busy,
sensing Karin's need to be finished off.
Karin knew she should say no with Heather right outside. Casual
sex with a stranger in the bathroom of a store. But it felt so fucking
good. And her pussy was clearly in charge at the moment. She was too
far gone to just stop. "No. That feels wonderful." Jean responded to
Karin's reply by now sliding two of her long fingers and carefully
polished and buffed red nails deep into the inflamed cunt. Very
slowly, she pumped and watched the strong emotions of lust flicker
across Karin's face in reaction. Jean loved to watch her lover's face
as she fucked them and her own belly tightened in response to Karin's
now uninhibited display. The feeling of power over Karin was
overwhelming and she was tingling. The heat of the pussy gripping her
fingers in spasms was another immense turn on. Soon, she would
experience the moment she craved the most.
Jean slowly leaned down and used her hot tongue to run up and
down the now very swollen outer lips. Karin gasped at the touch of the
hot wet tongue and groaned loudly. "My God, that's good. Oh, Oh." Jean
continued to lick. This was so completely different shaved. Like
another ten thousand nerves were now alive. Karin was now almost
dripping as she got hotter and hotter.
"I want to eat you."
"Yes, oh yes, eat me. Put your tongue in me. Ohhhh..." Jean
complied, driving her long tongue deep inside Karin's now fully
inflamed box. As she did, she ran a hand up under her own skirt and
pulled her own silk lace panties aside from her own opening and pushed
three fingers in as deep as they would go. Her groan was muffled deep
in Karin's cunt. Karin's legs were wrapped over the arms of the chair
and she levered her pelvis up again and again to meet the thrusting
tongue. Her arms gripped the chair in spastic clenches as Jean's
tongue lapped out the copious lubrication now pouring from Karin's
deliciously naked pink pussy.
Karin's face was a continuous motion of lust driven contortions
as her sex drive kicked into overtime and she began to build rapidly
to an orgasm. Even in her own rapid climb to orgasm, Jean sensed the
pending explosion and began to flick Karin's clit with her tongue each
time she came up for air.
And then Karin gave a grunt, the breath was driven from her by a
massive release as her orgasm took her by storm. Her pelvis mashed her
pussy tight against Jean's eager mouth and a wild groan announced her
rapidly approaching orgasm to the world. Jean continued to suck on the
swollen clit and Karin immediately released again.
"Oh, my... ohmyohohoh... my... god. No. No! NO! Ahhhhh!"
Jean's hand moved rapidly in an out of her own honey pot and her
thumb began to mash her clit and she joined Karin, her own cry a small
squeak, lost in Karin's much louder outburst.
It was some minutes before her head cleared. "Oh, was I making a
lot of noise?" Her voice was a whisper and her hands were still
shaking. She never made sounds when she came.
"A bit. Quite delightful, I can assure you. I like my women
noisy. And a bit raunchy."
Karin realized through the continuing fog of her post-orgasmic
letdown that Jean had just seduced her and was bragging about it. She
was in control. And Karin knew it.
She grinned at Karin. "Now, let's try on those silk shorts while
your pussy is still delightfully swollen so you get the full effect!"
Grabbing a towel, she dried the inflamed pussy after making a point of
slipping a slim index finger in full length and then licking it off
while Karin stared.
You're still mine, the action said. Karin's pussy screamed for
more.
Then Jean slid one leg of the dainty panties up Karin's leg as
Karin managed to weakly swing the other onto the floor and begin to
stand up. Jean helped her step into the other leg hole and then she
pulled the panties up onto Karin's hips. As the silk cupped her pussy,
she gave a little sigh. What a delightful feeling! Like a gentle hand
gripping her in a bed of feathers. Her pussy was still throbbing from
orgasm and the nerves were still alive with remembering the finger
just recently inserted. All of these feelings came together between
her legs and she felt a bit overwhelmed.
"Walk around a little." Jean gave her a little gentle push with
her hand up under Karin's blouse in the small of her back, stretching
her control as long as she could.
She walked to the door and back. The silk gripped her naked pussy
and pulled gently over the bare skin. She tingled! "My goodness, that
feels completely different! And very nice! Wow, you were right! I'll
take five pair!"
Jean laughed. "These are on me, my treat. So you'll think of me
when you wear them." She winked.
"Well, I won't forget you, I can tell you that!"
"I hope not."
Jean gave her a hug and, jeans and shoes back on, Karin led them
out of the room back into the store. Her face and upper chest were
still quite red from her post orgasmic reaction.
"Well?" Heather greeted them as they emerged. "What do you
think?" She could see instantly that Jean had seduced her. She wasn't
surprised at Jean, maybe a bit a Karin, who was only just beginning to
explore her female SO. Jean must have some real moves, she decided.
Karin was glowing and not looking the least embarrassed or shy.
"I think the panties are super, a shaved pussy is a real turn on,
and I think you two set me up!"
"You're right. Did Jean give you the works?" She was smiling, not
quite sure what the works' might actually be in this case.
"You know she did. She was fucking me with her fingers and her
tongue before I knew what was happening. Is she that good a lover? She
sure seduced me quick enough!"
"Don't know. She and I never seem to be attracted to each other,
for some reason. But we're great friends. She's a lot of laughs. Now,
pick out some stuff so we can see you strut your well-laid stuff."
Karin turned to face Heather. "You're not mad that she... that
we...?"
"Of course not. Besides, you said you were horny."
"I'll say, but these new panties seem to be making me horny all
over again, and it's only been five minutes!"
An hour passed as they picked out many items and tried them on, a
pile slowly growing at the counter. Karin kept nervously looking at
the size of the pile and finally stopped shopping. She just couldn't
let Heather buy all this stuff. She was just about ready to start
putting things back on the racks.
"Hey, let's check out the latex collection, like you said."
Heather grabbed her arm and pulled her toward the back room."
"Heather, I can't. I mean, it won't be right for me to let you
buy me all this stuff. It's going to cost a fortune!"
Heather wrapped an arm around Karin's waist as they walked.
"Really, I want to do this. Please just don't worry about it. After
all, if we are going to be good friends.." She squeezed Karin hard to
emphasize her meaning, "I want you in the sexiest stuff in town. And
if you are Jean's good friend, she won't let you wear anything else,
if she lets you get dressed at all!"
Heather's squeeze got Karin's mind back on the track it had been
on earlier that morning and she began to hope she and Heather could
spend time in bed together. The very thought of having Karin lick her
now-bare pussy sent a shiver down her back and her breath caught. In
spite of just having sex a short while ago, she found herself very
aroused again. And the slightly swollen outer lips of her pussy were
grabbing at the sensuous silk now encasing them and she found herself
getting wet again in a rush.
"It's hard, I guess. It's not the way I was raised. The things
are really beautiful. I love them. Oh, thank you!" She gave Heather a
big hug back. Her life was getting more exciting and more complicated
by the minute. For just a minute, she wondered if her boyfriend would
enjoy being in bed with both of them while they fucked. And she grew
nervous at the thought of even asking Heather. Heather was hers and
she didn't want to share her that way! And even as she thought it she
knew it was a lie and wondered why she even thought that for a second.
But the emotion behind the thought surprised her. Maybe she could ask
Jean. The mental memory of Jean's tongue up her twat made her knees
grow weak. She wondered if Jean slept with men too.
"OK, that's the end of that. Now..," they passed into the back
room and a very faint but distinct smell of latex reached their noses,
"where is that merry widow that Jean was talking about? Ah, here they
are, and here is your size." She held the very small rubber garment up
against Karin.
It appeared to be absurdly small!
Karin ran her hands over the unfamiliar material and felt another
type thrill she couldn't explain. The feel of it against the skin of
her arms was electrifying! By now, her pussy was simply pulsing with
sexual tension, sending a steady throb of energy into her belly and
thighs. She couldn't remember ever being on her feet and feeling this
turned on. It was all she could do not to force Heather to eat her on
the spot. Her crotch was burning and her mind was so full of lust she
could hardly think.
"Wow, this stuff really makes me hot! It feels so sexy!"
Heather saw the deep flush of arousal in Karin's face and upper
chest again and smiled wickedly as she turned away. "I can see that
it's really having a big effect on you, that's for sure! I'm glad we
came back in here. Now, go put that on and let me see you."
"I wouldn't think of not trying this on." She hurried off to the
changing room. Jean stuck her head in the door and announced she would
close the door until they came out, as she had a few other customers
in the shop now. The door closed and Heather heard the lock turn. Now
they couldn't be interrupted.
Karin slipped off her top and stood for a minute trying to figure
out how you put the tiny looking thing on without tearing it. The
rubber was very thin, almost like paper, but as she worked with it,
she realized it was stronger than it looked. Just as she was about to
ask for help from outside, Heather said, "You pull it over your head.
It'll stretch out as it goes over you. Take your time and go slow. I
can't wear the one-piece stuff like that, as my boobs are too damn big
to get it over them. You should be perfect."
Karin began to roll it up and position it over her head. "Your
tits are not too big. I think they're sensational, especially those
wicked nipples. God, Heather, I'm so turned on!"
"Yeah, I know. You smell delicious!" The hot smell of Karin's
arousal was now filling the dressing room and spilling out into the
showroom. The unmistakable smell of a woman in heat filled the room
sensuously and Heather found herself getting very deeply aroused.
Slowly, but surely, Karin was able to get one arm, then her head
and the other arm through, leaving the rubber bunched up above her
tits and under her arms. This pressed her somewhat swollen boobs down
and out. She gripped the bottom and began to wiggle it over her boobs.
She found that by pulling the rubber out, she could stuff one breast,
then the other up past the material, leaving her breasts pressed very
high on her chest, now gripped firmly by the exotic material, her very
visible nipples pointing up as a result of the amazing uplift the
material gave her tits. Almost on impulse, she licked each nipple
through the smooth material, something she never did to herself
regardless of dress. Small electric sparks raced down her tummy. She
licked them again for a few seconds, adding to her excitement. Having
the extra layer of material over her sensitive nipples only seemed to
make them more sensitive to the indirect stimulation. If she was on
fire when she walked into the dressing room, now she was practically
moaning with sexual excitement.
She began to stretch the smooth rubber into position over her now
pinched waist and the very beginning of the flow of her waist to her
hips. As it smoothed into place, it firmly but insistently pinched her
waist in to a very small size, somehow not being the least
uncomfortable, letting her breathe. The elastic feeling of lift on top
was supporting and separating her breasts, seeming to hold them up and
out even as it held them in such a delightfully tight grip, giving
them a lot more apparent volume. They looked a full cup size bigger!
She always wanted bigger tits, but never admitted it to herself, as
her God given size and teardrop shape that fit everything so nicely,
she just rationalized her feelings away every time the thought
surfaced. And she would have again, but... this time... WOW!
She turned and looked in the mirror and gasped. Her figure looked
fantastic, and the feel of the rubber on her skin was sending a
constant, unfamiliar but very erotic sensation to her brain. Her new
panties were already showing a very big stain from her arousal inside
her jeans. She looked so completely awesome, she just stood and
stared, turning this way and that. It was the first time she ever felt
maybe her hips were an asset and not too damn big. In fact, a definite
turn on. And the way Heather went on about them all the time while
they were making love, maybe she was right. Her hips were sexy. And
God did she love to feel Heather grip the tops of her hips while she
drove her tongue as deep into her pussy as possible. She was amazed at
how freely she had these thoughts. Fucking another woman's face a
month ago would not have been something she would think about when
horny. But now... only minutes before in a strangers bathroom... she
shivered and felt another flood flow into her pussy. Damn, I'm ruining
these nice new panties and I've only had them thirty minutes!
"Hey, stop admiring yourself in there and let me see too."
Karin took a deep breath and stepped out of the room and she
began to glow as Heather's eyes widened in open admiration. "Damn,
woman, you are SO hot." She took a step toward Karin. The door was
locked. They were alone. The mornings activities and now Karin looking
so hot were getting to her in a major way.
Karin knew Heather's intent and managed to stop her. "No, not
here. Not now. Take me back to your place and fuck me. I'm so hot and
bothered I can't believe it. Please, let's pay and go. I want you
too." They kissed and their tongues danced in each other's mouth until
they broke for air. Their labored breathing filled the room.
"Now." Heather was almost pleading to fuck her.
"No. Take me home and then do what you want. I'm so ready for you
my jeans must be soaked."
Heather ran her fingers over the bulging mons and sure enough, it
was damp, even through the tight jeans. "Get dressed. Let's go."
Heather was reaching into the room and picking the discarded top and
bra. The bra went into Karin's purse and the blouse slipped over the
new top, the fuller-appearing breasts somehow making the blouse swell
in a way it never had before. Heather reached over and squeezed each
rubber encased breast in a loving manner, eliciting a deep moan from
Karin. The swollen nipple inside ached.
"Please, will you get me out of here and fuck me."
"OK, OK, you can't blame a girl for trying!"
"It won't take much to make me change my mind and you know I want
you just as much. But not in the store. I just can't." Her little
session in the bathroom only an hour before with Jean slipping her
mind for the moment.
They unlocked the door and went quickly over to Jean's register
counter. Jean already had everything else in the register and packages
all boxed and bags.
"One merry widow, please!" Heather was grinning. Karin's obvious
arousal had Jean smiling. "I thought once would keep you, young lady.
I was wrong, I see."
"I... the material is very sexy. I love it." "Yes, I can see
that." She handed Heather back her charge card. While Heather was
signing the slip, Jean handed Karin a business card. On the back was
her home phone number and the words, "Anytime, anyway you want it, I'm
yours. Remember, I want you naked and RAUNCHY. Jean" Raunchy was
underlined and a carefully drawn mouth with a long protruding tongue
was below.
Karin swallowed hard. She just wasn't used to women coming on to
her so boldly. She thought of her boyfriend and picked up a slip of
paper and wrote, "A mixed threesome?" And pushed it toward Jean.
"Sounds intriguing. Hopefully a filling evening?"
"Definitely." Karin couldn't believe it. She had just invited
Jean into a threesome with her and her boyfriend and Jean was
accepting. "I'll call you."
"Don't wait too long."
"I won't." Karin felt absolutely light-headed. She had never felt
so sexually liberated in her entire life.
They headed out of the store.
"What was that all about?" Heather had her hand in the small of
Karin's back, her longest finger and nail down under the waist of
Karin's pants, the nail sliding up and down the crack of Karin's ass.
Karin's clit tingled at the sensations back there. Her erotic feelings
were climbing higher and higher.
They reached the car and opened the doors. The packages in the
back, Heather slid into the driver's seat and Karin slid over next to
her. As they backed out, Karin gently pulled Heather's long hair from
between Heather and the seat and draped it over the seat back. Then,
she slid her arm under the hair and over Heather's shoulders, her
finger tips resting on the very prominent swell of Heather's left
breast. Her right hand reached over and stroked the underside of
Heather's other breast. Karin was amazed as always over the firmness
and natural uplift of Heather's tits.
"What do they feel like?" Her fingers wondered over the semi-
extended nipple. Heather shivered. She loved to have her tits fondled.
Especially her nipples when they got real tight.
"My breasts?" Karin could hear the break in Heather's voice as
her nails squeezed the growing nipple bud and she felt very wicked.
Another squeeze on Heather's now greatly swelling nipple answered
her and a sent a lightning bolt into Heather's crotch.
"Hey, I can't concentrate when you do that." She paused. Karin
squeezed again and Heather knew the only answer was to get back as
quick as possible.
"They, well, sometimes they feel really heavy and full. When I
get swollen just before my period, they actually hurt. They swell up
tight and the skin is very taut, pulling on the nipple. They don't
jiggle much, so I don't have to wear a bra much unless I'm out or in
class with a lot of guys. My nipples are always (another squeeze)
very, very sensitive and I can have nipple orgasms easily. Traci can
get me off every time that way."
Karin had never heard of that. "You're kidding. You can have an
orgasm just from this?" She began to roll and squeeze the now
obscenely long nipple between two fingers through the blouse. Heather
answered with a low moan. "Ohhhmmmm"
"Gosh, that feels nice. Now, stop it till we get back."
Karin ignored her.
Heather's crotch filled with pressure and lava-like heat and she
separated her legs a bit to relieve the climbing pressure.
"If I come and we have an accident, you tell the officer what
caused it." The last words were very shaky and uneven.
"Do you want to come?" Karin leaned close and began to stroke the
top of the other breast while running her tongue over the outline of
Heather's right ear.
"It wouldn't take much! God, you are so hot today, Karin!"
"I know. I've never felt so sexed-up in my life.
All I want to do is fuck. It's all I can think about."
"It must be the latex. You got so hot looking at it!" Heather's
voice was a whisper as shivers ran up and down her spin. She was
grinding her pussy against the seat. Karin could feel her hips
twisting around and knew what she was doing.
"It is. I admit it." The tip of her tongue danced inside
Heather's ear and out, fucking her ear, each time, the wet tip plunged
deeper and deeper.
"Shit. I can't drive like this. You're driving me nuts."
"Good. Just steer."
Heather pushed harder into the seat. Her inflamed pussy was on
fire. Karin's fingers were stretching the nipples out and pulling the
already taut skin around them very tight. Heather's chest was so full
she could hardly breathe and her nipples were points of sensuous fire.
Karin squeezed hard.
"Oh! God! Please don't stop. It feels so good!"
Karin reached over to unbutton the blouse.
"We're in the middle of town, for god's sake!" Heather made no
move to stop her.
"I want to feel your big, heavy tits in my hands. Gosh, I love
your big boobs. I'm a confirmed breast lover for life." The cloth
opened and she pulled the blouse out of Heather's jeans, the
widespread tits pushed the fabric open and Karin reached inside and
cupped the left breast, as always the overflow of flesh more than
filling her hand. Its heat amazed her and sent hot flashes to her own
groin.
Heather groaned deep in her throat. They pulled up to a light and
waited in line. Karin stroked the swollen flesh and began to rub the
extended nipple with her nail.
Deep in her belly, Heather felt the first tightening of an orgasm
approaching. "I'm going to cum." It was a tight, tense announcement.
The light changed. Karin waited for the car to move, but it
didn't and then she felt Heather press back hard into the seat and
close her eyes. Karin could feel the ripples of spasms in Heather's
frame as the orgasm took her uncontrollably.
A horn honked behind them.
"Drive."
Heather was still shaking and her eyes were closed.
Several horns, now were blaring.
"Heather, you've got to drive."
"In a minute. Let me catch my breath. Ohhhhh, that was a nice
surprise."
They became suddenly aware of someone standing at the window,
leaning down and looking in. A woman. Small and mousy appearing with
brown shortish hair. Middle to late thirties.
"Heather? Heather, are you all right dear?" Heather rolled down
the window, and Karin tried to discretely withdraw her hand from
Heather's blouse. The woman was looking right at it, but said nothing
about it. Nor did she seem to be immediately aware of Heather's rather
exposed voluptuous chest, with her blouse hanging open. And there was
plenty to see as Karin's retreating hand left the field open for
observation.
"Mrs. Fields! I'm...I'm fine. The car stalled and I just got it
restarted. We're fine now." Heather lied. The flush on her face and
neck was a dead giveaway.
"That's good. See you later!" She gave Karin a smirk, as if to
tell her she saw everything and knew exactly what had been going on.
Karin blushed bright red.
"Who was that?"
"My landlady! Of all the people to catch us doing this! Oh,
shit."
"Do you think she noticed?"
"I don't know. I hope not." Heather's heart sank.
Heather was driving fast now. In only a few minutes, they were
back in her apartment, now empty of guests.
"I just can't believe it had to be her!"
"Relax. She didn't say anything. It's none of her business,
anyway."
"Yeah, but I have to face her to her pay the rent every month,
not you."
"Mail her the check."
"Can't. She has a big ritual over tea. To get to know the tenants
better she says."
"Well, when did you last pay the rent?"
"Last Tuesday."
"Then you have almost four weeks for her to forget it all,
now..." Karin began pulling Heather toward the bedroom, "my turn!"
Heather let herself be dragged, but she was still very
distracted. Her eyes fell to the wonderful curve of Karin's hips as
they flowed out from her waist and into the tight waistband of her
jeans. Her breath caught and then she remembered the rubber encased
bodice and those now super firm encased breasts waiting to be squeezed
and pulled through the rubber and her resistance rapidly faded.
In the room, Karin turned and said. "Let me strip for you."
"OK. Don't take too long. I want to see your bare pussy. And your
tits in that tight rubber." Karin locked eyes with Heather. "I've
never had anything, ever even begin to get me hot like this latex. I'm
just tingling all over and feel light headed."
"I know that feeling. I have a fetish of my own that makes me
feel like that."
"A fetish? You think I have a fetish?" Her hands finished
unbuttoning the blouse and she unsnapped her jeans so the blouse would
come free easier. Very slowly, with Heather's eyes following every
move, she eased first one shoulder, then the other out of the blouse,
letting it fall to her hands behind her. With her shoulders back, the
crafty molding of the black rubber pulled the swollen mounds out and
up, the very visible nipples pointing upward at a nature-defying
angle.
"Yes." Heather's voice was tight. She was very aroused.
"What is your vice, my dear?" Karin walked over and modeled very
close to Heather, carefully stepping back when Heather made a move to
touch her.
"Not yet. Wait. Then, just take me anyway you want. Fuck my
brains out."
"Shoes. Open toed high heels."
"What?" The blouse fell to the floor and she eased the zipper
down on her pants very slowly, her fingers lingering over her own
prominent mons, bulging a bit in her arousal like a man. Her breath
was tight and shaky.
"My fetish. It's open toed heels."
"Really. Heather has a shoe fetish?"
"Yeah, but just for those kind. Weird." Heather was on her feet
approaching Karin. She couldn't wait any longer.
Karin made a long, big deal over sliding the jeans over first one
hip, then the other. "Like my hips, honey?" She stroked the side of
Heather's face.
"God, yes. You are such a fucking sex pot. I want to eat you."
"Hurry now, my lover. I want to fuck your face." Heather dropped
to her knees and eased the jeans down to the floor. The new silk
panties were darkly stained with the copious flow of Karin's very
aroused cunt. Heather ran her hands down from the rubber clenched
waist, over the hips and down the firm lightly muscled brown thighs,
hooking her index fingers in the waist of the silk lace French-cut
panties and pulling them down.
The freshly shaved pink lips were swollen with arousal and pulled
open and were glistening with damp, exposing the darker red opening of
Karin's vaginal opening.
Heather had never eaten a shaved pussy before, so she took her
time licking the smooth flesh and held Karin to her face with a firm
grip on each cheek from behind. At the touch of Heather's tongue,
Karin's hips began involuntarily in jerks, thrusting against Heather's
face, trying to drive the tongue inside. Always just missing as it
darted here and there.
Karin's knees got weaker and weaker as she struggled to stand
upright. Her belly was on fire and her pussy was practically screaming
at her brain to put something up it. And just as she thought she could
stand no more, Heather slid her tongue as far into Karin as she could,
wiggling the tip around and around in the dark hole of pleasure.
Karin grabbed the back of Heather's head and pressed it firmly
into her pussy. The hot tongue drove into her and she screamed out her
pleasure. "Oh, God that is SO GOOD! Fuck me. FUCK ME!!" It was an
urgent demand for release. A flood of lubrication poured into
Heather's waiting mouth and she struggled to keep up, the intense
arousal of Karin's pussy almost overwhelming Heather's ability to
control the action.
Heather reached up and pushed Karin back onto the bed and then
picked up her legs and placed them on her shoulders. Karin needed no
further urging, but locked her ankles behind Heather's head and began
to hump back against Heather's plunging tongue.
"Yes! Fuck it! Deeper. Oh, god. Oh, god. Fuck me you bitch! Fuck
Me. FUCK ME!!" Each in time to the rhythm of her hips against the whip
of pleasure probing her insides.
The orgasm rose like a wave of burning heat in her brain, her
belly going solid with tension. Her back bent against the sheets and
her head drove back and lifted her clear of the bed. Her brain was
totally focused on the coming explosion and her nervous system rushed
her into the funnel of lust in a mist of heat and stars, her body
giving a great shudder. Her hands grabbed the loose sheets and gripped
them with white knuckles as the explosion went on and on pushing her
deeper and deeper into the tunnel, finally blacking her out with a
great gasp and groan.
Heather continued to lick and clean the engorged naked pussy
until the orgasm subsided, then quickly took off her own clothes and
climbed on the bed next to Karin and took her in her arms and began to
stroke and hold her. She pushed her hair away from her face and began
to kiss her face and neck tenderly. It was some minutes before Karin
came to and began to whimper in Heather's arms.
"Oh, honey. That was unbelievable." It was a weak whisper.
Heather moved up to her ear and began to run the hot, wet tip in and
out of Karin's ear canal. Karin gave a mighty shiver.
"You like?"
"Ummmmm. Fantastic. I've never passed out before." She pushed her
tongue deep into the ear and fucked it for a minute, then began to
lick her neck. Karin moved back into the voluptuous tits, now
flattened against her side and back. Their heat flowed through somehow
into her belly and she moved sensuously against the delicious erotic
cushion of flesh.
"No? You should stop by more often." Heather responded after a
bit.
"I'll plan on it." And then, "God, your tits feel good like this.
I just never imagined ever that sleeping with a woman was going to
have all these new feelings."
Heather held her for a while longer, rolling her front against
Karin's back enough for the sensations of the pulling on her nipples
to tighten her crotch. She felt her clit extend out of its hood.
"Shoes? That's not what I thought you'd say." Karin was in a
dreamy place. The glow of her recent vigorous orgasm still floated in
her mind and she could still feel the very real sensation of Heather's
hot tongue deep inside her. Her thighs clenched a bit as the nerves
reminded her over and over of the sensations. Karin knew from
experience that she could sometimes still experience the intimate
sensations of sex for hours afterward. Heather holding her close and
still making gentle love to her was making the sensations linger much
stronger than anything she had experience before and she was just
floating along, loving it. She hoped it would last a long time. She
turned so Heather could fuck her ear some more. Her breath was ragged
again and her nostrils were flared as she tried to breath against her
tightening chest.
"Oh, that. Yeah, stupid shoes! Can you believe it?"
"I'll know what to wear when you come to my party. Hey, I forgot
to tell you. Three weeks from now, I'm having a party. Can you come?"
Idiot, she thought! Just let her make love to you. This was soooo
nice.
Heather continued to stroke the rubber-covered breasts with her
finger tips. The nipples hardened again under the tight material and
the bumps began to get extra attention. Heather took each one in turn
and squeezed and twisted it back and forth, pulling it out and
stretching the rubber and flesh underneath. Karin gave a gasp of
pleasure. "Sure. I have to double check my calendar, but I don't have
any projects due then and no tests that I know of. Who's coming?" It
stuck both of them that they were carrying on a pretty unsexy
conversation in the middle to making love. But it didn't seem to be
interfering with either of their increasing arousals and they kept on
talking between moans, gasps and kisses.
"Umm, a bunch of friends. And a guy I want to fix you up with."
Karin suddenly focused on what she just said so casually and was
afraid to wait for the response to that. She didn't turn and face
Heather, but waited.
"A guy? What's he like?" Her tongue went back inside Karin's ear,
not missing a beat.
Well, she didn't say no right away.
Karin turned and looked into Heather's eyes. "He's an old high
school friend, just out of the Army. He's real nice and into
computers. Cute too." And reputed to be a great fuck, she thought to
herself.
"I've never had much experience with guys. It might not work out
very well." Heather lifted herself up on an elbow and gave Karin's
left nipple a very vigorous twist.
"Ouch! Easy honey." Karin rubbed her tender nipple. It burned and
she had to admit, her pussy was just brimming again from all the
stimulation her chest was getting. "Just go with the flow. No
pressure. Hey, the way you handle yourself in bed, I don't think you
need to worry much in that area. Look at me, I'm ready to just attack
you again. And as for the rest, just give yourself a chance to get to
know him. Don't push. And if it doesn't work, it doesn't work. Hell,
it's just a party." She pulled Heather down on her and the now mated
breasts flowed against each other and the heavy pressure on their ribs
caused a flood of pleasant sensations to flow into their bellies.
"I guess. Hey, what did you think I was going to say? I love to
feel your chest press on me like this. Like two very firm, hot
pillows. Wonderful." She was purring into Heather's ear.
"Me too. Well, I thought you'd say no to the date. I thought your
SO is pretty much fem lesbian exclusively."
"No, to the fetish thing. What did you think I was going to say?"
"Hypnotism." Karin searched Heather's face. Shit, she didn't mean
to talk about all the stuff Traci had shared with her earlier. She had
forgotten. She slipped her thigh between Heather's and began a gentle
rocking pressure on Heather's pussy, Heather spreading her thighs a
bit to allow more direct contact on her now erect clit, which
flattened against Karin's skin until it pointed up at their bellies.
Heather breathed hard and kissed Karin in a deep French kiss,
pulling back as her orgasm approached and her hips began to twitch and
thrust down on Karin's thigh.
She lifted herself almost involuntarily up from Karin, her head
back, arms straight holding herself off the bed, her long permed dark
hair spread over her back in a carpet of tangled coils. Her eyes
closed and her mouth opened and she shuddered, again and then again.
Her oversized breasts still covered most of Karin's and Karin could
feel the mini-spasms ripping through Heather as the heavy breasts
bounced on her hard nipples.
"Darling, I'm going to... Unh... Unh..." It rolled up her belly
and exploded in her brain, a thin trickle of wet drained down Karin's
bare thigh, "cum!" It was a high pitched squeak as the wind was driven
from her by the tension gripping her chest and belly.
Karin was thrilled to see her lover explode in front of her, so
easily and so obviously enjoying herself completely. So relaxed and
giving. She gathered up a firm breast and with effort pulled a tender,
extended nipple deep in her mouth and sucked hard while she rolled the
other one between two fingers. Heather continued to orgasm, the first
winding down, then a second flooded her nerves and she grunted her
pleasure, unable to speak. Again and again Heather rolled from one
orgasm to another until it was Heather who passed out and relaxed down
on top of Karin.
Karin stroked her back and hair, her thigh still stroking the
extended girl-cock of a clit trapped there. Heather gave several sighs
and trembled. Karin could never, ever remember feeling so completely
relaxed or sexy as she held her new female lover tightly in her arms.
Maybe I'm really a lesbian? She thought for a moment. This just feels
to totally RIGHT!
Heather moaned in her ear.
"Wow, you give as good as you get!"
"I'm glad." She grabbed Heather's tail and squeezed the tight
buns, pressing her clit down even harder on her leg.
"Hey! Give me a minute! I'm too sensitive right now."
She rolled off Karin.
"Sorry!"
"Don't apologize. Normally, I just go on and on. Must be getting
to be.."
"Don't say it." Karin held a finger to Heather's lips.
"I was going to say too old!"
They both laughed. Heather stroked Karin all over for a while and
they just lay there and enjoyed the smell of each other's hair and
pussies, the gently erotic musk filling the room and bed.
"Hey, why hypnotism?" Heather had just remembered from out the
misty fog of her recent lust.
Karin thought of how to answer. She decided to tell all. "Well,
before we left, Traci and I had coffee and she..."
"When?"
"Before we left. You were still hypnotized."
"What! Are you saying that..."
"This morning, anyway Traci told me all about it. Now, let me
tell you first before you start in with a bunch of questions I
probably can't answer anyway." And Karin proceeded to relay the
information that Traci had given her while Heather fell silent.
Heather was amazed, and a bit crestfallen. "So that's how we all
ended up in such a mess. Did Traci say how she wanted you to help us
get out of it?"
"No. We left then." Karin ran her hands over her bodice again.
"One more time lover." She rolled onto Heather and began to suck on a
tender nipple.
In spite of the distraction of learning that the hypno-business
was a lot more complicated, Heather immediately found her mind fully
concentrated on the heat now pouring out of Karin's mouth and tongue
and into her nipple and breast. "Oh, that's nice. Turn around honey. I
want to eat your naked pussy again. Can you stay the night?"
Karin felt her stomach jump and then Heather's tongue plunged
into her. Her gasp and tremor told Heather her answer. The two women
locked their legs around each other's heads and the fleeting hours of
the afternoon and evening were spent there in the bed in total bliss
as they licked and sucked each other to repeated orgasm. It was very
late when they fell asleep in each other's arms, still locked in an
inverted embrace.
Sherry sat there crying. It was ten o'clock on Sunday morning and
Heather had just asked her if she had ever hypnotized her.
"Yes. I'm sorry I lied. I. I just get such a total kick out of
watching someone go under. Like a drug. Please forgive me." She wept.
She could loose Heather and she didn't want that.
Karin sat and kept silent. Obviously Sherry cared for Heather. It
was obvious from how Sherry looked at her and how upset she now was.
Damn, this girl was too much. She watched Heather and was struck by
how tender she was. Karin knew she'd be furious and be throwing
things. She knew Heather was upset, but she was, well, trying to
understand and not do anything rash.
"Did you ever have sex with me while I was under?" Wow. A bomb of
a question if she ever heard one. In other words, did you ever rape
me?
"No, never, I swear. I never touched you. I just gave you the
post-hypnotic instruction, and then woke you up. And you know the
rest."
"You just did it for the rush you get?"
"Yes. It gets me so turned on I think I'll explode with excitement. I
think I'm addicted to doing it to people." She was wiping away the
tears. Her eyes were red.
"What are we going to do?" Heather asked.
Sherry looked up hopefully. Heather hadn't thrown her out of her
life. Yet. She pulled her long, thick mane of honey blonde hair around
and eased off the ties it was in. It spilled down her front. Heather
loved her hair and she hoped it would somehow help for her to see it.
Heather watched her, torn between her anger and her friendship,
and, yes, her lust for this beautiful blonde.
"Damn! How am I ever going to trust you? That's what I want to
know." Heather looked over at Karin, who was still staying silent.
Karin looked at the floor. She shouldn't be here listening to this.
Heather had insisted she stay.
"Sherry, I was attracted to you the first second I saw you. I'm
still attracted to you even now. But I'm very hurt."
"I'm so sorry. Please forgive me."
"I believe you. But I may be hurt for a while. I need your help
to get all of us out of the hypno-thing. Will you do it?"
"Yes. Anything." She was so happy. She ran her thick hair through
her fingers and expertly flipped it to the other side of her neck in a
practiced move. She had hair flipping down to a real science and
practiced constantly in a mirror to learn to get each and every effect
she wanted. And with this thick mane, she could practically want you
to fuck her without every opening her mouth or touching you. She began
to work on Heather in a casual way. She wasn't sure Heather was even
paying attention, at least at first.
Karin was another story. Karin was fascinated to watch Sherry
playing with her hair and admired the effects she could create. And
how very, very sexy it was all of a sudden. Sherry looked over with
red rimmed eyes and smiled at her new found audience. She had only
just met Karin and immediately knew she'd like her. She turned back to
Heather and spilled her hair down over her breasts like a waterfall.
She knew the tips of her nipples would poke through and that's
all. She was braless under the T-shirt and her tight nipples would be
all that poked through the yellow layer of hair.
Heather was far too distracted to notice. But Karin was being
seduced and felt herself getting very turned on looking at those
nipples peaking through the hair. And her mind quickly turned to
thoughts of pulling one of them into her mouth. A night of passion
with Heather was not enough to satisfy her, it was becoming apparent.
Heather announced she was going to make some coffee and toast and
wanted to be alone for a few minutes. She left the room and Karin and
Sherry locked eyes. Karin licked her lips and found her mouth dry with
tension and looked away, blushing beautifully. Sherry's eyebrow went
up as she homed in on this obviously very horny girl sitting only a
few feet away. Even as she did, she found herself thinking that
everything here might turn out much better than she could have hoped
even ten minutes ago.
"Your hair. It's really beautiful." Karin managed to get out very
softly.
"Thank you. Yours too. It's a nice cut. You could let it grow out
long and it'd be really hot."
"I was thinking about that yesterday. About getting it to grow
out. How do you keep it so shiny? It's really spectacular."
"My secret! And lots and lots of TLC."
"I'll bet." Karin looked deep into Sherry's eyes. Sherry was
smiling.
"You must think I'm weird to be involved in this hypnotism
stuff." Sherry modulated her voice carefully. It became soft, calm,
and, for some reason, very relaxed.
"No, not weird. I've never had any experience with it thought. It
turns you on?" Karin noticed the change in Sherry's voice, but
continued to watch her hair.
"Yes. Big time. No, more than big time. It's overwhelming."
Sherry admitted, working her voice, watching Karin's eyes. They were
following her hair as she moved it. "I. I really love to do it any
chance I get." Sherry was already getting wet between the legs as she
lured Karin into the trance. She continued the slow, regular movements
of her hair.
Karin remembered the latex merry widow now tucked in her handbag
and the overwhelming sensation of lust it gave her and understood what
Sherry was talking about. Her eyes continued to follow the sway of the
golden locks. She felt so relaxed. The beautiful luster of the hair
held her.
"Karin, are you feeling more relaxed now?"
"Yes, very relaxed."
"Follow the sound of my voice. You are feeling very relaxed, more
and more you just want to relax and listen to my voice." Sherry felt
her nipples harden and a thrill went down her back. Karin was hers
now. Sherry continued to speak, so soothingly that Karin felt herself
ooze toward that place of peace in the middle of that voice.
"You are almost totally relaxed now." Karin was finding it hard
to follow the glistening hair. Her eyes felt so heavy.
"Your eyes are very, very heavy and you just can't keep them
open."
"I can't keep them open." Karin felt so relaxed. Her eyes closed.
"You are now totally relaxed and will listen to the sound of my
voice." Sherry was trembling as the girl went under and she took
complete control. Her hand left her hair and slid down into her pants
and she began to finger herself rapidly. She was so hot, only moments
were going to be required to do the trick. She felt the tightening of
her stomach as her orgasm approached. In spite of her excitement, she
slowed her hand down and continued to talk to Karin. Knowing that
Heather could return at any moment and finding Karin hypnotized would
surely ruin any chances of being Heather's friend again, she knew she
had to bring Karin back quickly.
Her and stroked the now rigid clit under her panties. Sparks were
shooting into her pussy and she knew her underwear was soaked.
"Karin, whenever you hear me say the word `quickie' to you, you
will come with me and want to have sex with me. When you awake, you
will not remember hearing me say this to you. Do you understand."
Karin's voice was soft but clear. "Yes. I understand. I will come
to you and want sex."
"You will want sex with me very badly."
"Yes, I will want sex with you."
Sherry's hand picked up the pace and she felt the orgasm grow at
the root of her spine and then her fingers mashed down on her clit,
slid past and then she pushed two fingers of cotton panties deep into
her soaked pussy. She groaned softly as her hips slammed down on the
sofa cushion in a spasm. Her hips jerked again and again and her
breathing stopped. Somewhere in the back of her exploding brain, she
was thinking that hypno-sex was better than anything she could every
have imagined. Knowing that yet another woman was going to be feasting
between her legs at every possible opportunity was overpowering. That
she was in complete, total control. Her breathing was still ragged.
But she had to get Karin back. She heard the toaster pop in the
kitchen.
"Karin, you will remember nothing about this. I will count
backwards from five very slowly and at each number, you will become
more and more awake."
"Yes."
"Five, you can feel yourself becoming less sleepy."
"Four, you can open your eyes now."
Karin's eyes opened slowly and she blinked lazily. "Three, you
are becoming awake."
"Two, you are almost awake."
"One, you are fully awake now."
Karin blinked again and looked around. Sherry had pulled her wet
fingers out of her pussy and was holding her hair just as Karin
remembered.
Heather came into the room, a cup of tea in one hand and a plate
heaped with toast in the other. She sat next to Sherry on the sofa.
"There's plenty of hot water and the cups are out. Coffee is made and
tea bags are in the canister next to the sink. I'm starved."
In spite of the smell of toast and tea, Heather immediately
picked up the unmistakable smell of Sherry's lubrication still damp on
her hand. "A bit horny this morning, are we?"
Sherry was still blushing from her orgasm. "I. I woke up horny,
as always." Which was usually true. "You should have told me. I could
have helped you with that." Heather offered.
"Not likely. You were furious at me."
"Well, I'm over that. You can't help it if you have a hypno-
fetish thing." She smiled at Sherry and Sherry knew all was forgiven.
Karin was finding it to focus in on the conversation, for some
reason. Like she had just woken up from a deep sleep and felt
partially out of touch. She reached over and picked up a piece of
toast and began to munch, realizing how hungry she was. A night of
intense sex had left her ravenous.
Heather looked over and smiled at Karin.
"Now, let's get the hypno-stuff over. Put me under and remove the
code words you planted. We'll start with me. Then, we get Janet to
change the words she is using with Traci and not let you know what
they are. Then, we get Janet to put you under and remove the code
words she is using on you.
"Um, that's OK." Sherry said. "Actually, it excites the hell out
of knowing that Janet has all this sex with me and I don't know it."
"You are? Excited by it? But you don't even remember it!"
"Yes, but you know how I feel about her. Maybe some day she
really will want to have sex with me without the hypnosis and we can
try being more than just employer/employee."
Heather looked doubtful, but said, "OK, suit yourself.
Personally, I think you should stop it and tell her now how you feel."
"I want to, you know that, but I'm afraid I'll loose her."
"Well, you don't exactly have a relationship now, I mean, other
than they hypno-sex."
"True. I don't know. Let me think about it." "OK, put the toast
down and put me under. No code words. Do it with the charm."
Sherry was already reaching for her hair when she remembered that
she had already lured Karin with that trick. Heather's insistence on
the charm technique was a nice save for her. She pulled it out of its
little pocket in her pocketbook by her feet.
Heather relaxed back into her seat, turned to she could face
Sherry.
Sherry modulated her voice and began to speak. After a few
seconds, she began to swing the charm back and forth.
Karin heard the sudden change in Sherry's voice and it made her
feel funny. Like something she had heard her do a few minutes ago. She
continued to eat her toast and watched as the feeling passed.
In only moments, Heather began to slide under. Sherry gave a
shiver and at the movement Karin turned to watch her. Her face was
flushed and her lips glistened for her licking them. From this side
view, Karin could see that Sherry's right nipple was rock hard and
tenting her thin blouse. Sherry was obviously very excited, just like
she said she got. And Karin felt her own arousal tingle between her
legs. Watching Sherry take such complete control over Heather was
exciting. Sherry was exciting. Her eyes stayed riveted on the now
heaving chest, the nipple a hard eraser against the cloth.
Heather was almost completely under now and Sherry felt the
urgent need to get off again. Her clit was on fire and rock hard
against her still very damp panties. Sherry glanced over at Karin and
saw where her attention was. She could feel the tightness of the
nipple as it pulled the firm skin of her breast tightly. She bit her
lip trying to restrain herself, but failed and give in to the moment.
"Karin."
"Yes"
"I think it's time for a quickie." Sherry said gently. Heather's
eyes closed and Sherry was trembling.
Karin felt as though a wave of erotic heat swept over her body.
She found herself wanting to have sex with Sherry in such a bad way.
But she hardly knew her and it held her back for a moment. But the
sexual tension between her legs grew in an ever expanding wave and she
found herself getting off the chair and walking the few steps to
Sherry.
"I..."
Sherry smiled and pulled her down and kissed her. "I know. I want
you to do it to me. I want you to eat me. Please eat me."
Karin was trembling as she reached without hesitation for the
snap on Sherry's jeans. Sherry stood and the jeans were off in a
flash. The now darkly stained panties slipped free under Karin's eager
fingers and fell from her slim thighs and joined the jeans. Her dark
bush was presented to Karin and she leaned in and began to lick at the
top of Sherry's inflamed and very wet slash. Sherry sighed, her tight
belly spasm and she shivered again.
Two at once! She was almost overwhelmed with a wave of lust and
felt an orgasm starting immediately, a tidal wave between her legs
that wasn't going to be held back.
NO! Not so soon! She fought to hold it off just a bit longer, but
her back bowed and her mane of golden hair hung down in a wonderful
waterfall past her tail. Her mouth hung open and she trembled
uncontrollably as the hot tip of Karin's tongue now began to lash her
clit, sending her over the edge into the pool of lust waiting there to
take her, the release crashing through her. "Ahhhhhh...!" And then,
she rolled swiftly from the first orgasm and began another, even more
intense. Her knees gave way and she sank onto the sofa, Karin's eager
hands now firmly gripping Sherry's rock hard cheeks, pulling Sherry's
plush pussy hard against Karin's mouth. Whatever lack of experience
Karin had with women, she was making up for with pure energy and
frantic activity.
Karin was now exploding with the need to tongue-fuck Sherry. No
matter how deeply she plunged her tongue up inside her, she tried to
get in deeper. She chewed on the puffed lips, sucking them deep inside
her mouth. Sherry groaned wildly and flung her long legs around
Karin's ears and locked her heels just as another orgasm hit. The
involuntary reaction lifted her tail clear of the sofa cushion as she
supported herself with her arms over the back of the sofa. Her hair
hung down behind her to the floor as her head bent back over the sofa.
Unable to stop herself, Karin's tongue went in even deeper. Hypno-sex
had always been extra good, but with Karin to service her just as
Heather went under, Sherry was on an all-time high, with no signs of
her lust abating. It went to another high as Karin released her grip
on Sherry's buns and reached up under Sherry's blouse and firmly
grabbed her tits and rolled the nipples savagely between her thumbs
and fingers. Sherry's very tender nipples seemed to become white hot
pokers and the heat poured through Sherry's chest. She was on fire
everywhere, but especially in her mind as, incredibly, her arousal
grew instead of being satisfied.
Even as she was fucking Sherry so eagerly, somewhere in Karin's
mind she wondered at what was happening to her to behave like this.
Like some wanton whore. But this sudden and continuing overwhelming
need to suck Sherry's pussy drove the thought from her mind. Almost
unnoticed, one hand reached between her own legs and began to rub her
now very inflamed clit, her hips swaying to the electric tingles
spreading through her belly. Sherry tasted different than Heather and
she wondered if all women would also.
Sherry began to pant as the next orgasm built up but this time
she just wouldn't, or couldn't, come. Her overloaded nervous system
kept her climbing higher and higher and she was now pounding the sofa
with an arm as involuntary nerves in her whole body began to short
out.
Karin tore open her own pants and two eager fingers slipped
inside her now totally open, naked pussy. They filled her up and she
groaned as she pumped wildly, her arm a blur. The heat and thickness
between her legs flowed over her belly and chest and she exploded, her
scream into Sherry's sopping pussy lost in Sherry's belly. But it was
enough to push Sherry into an orgasm more intense than anything she
had ever experienced. She stopped being able to breath and her brain
exploded with pleasures beyond her imagining. Floating on a seemingly
red hot cloud of lust, she groaned and passed out, her tail slowly
lowering onto the cushion, Karin trying to follow her down with her
mouth still firmly sucking at the swollen flesh under her lips.
Her own release came moments after, calming down her lust. Karin
caught her breath and finally pulled back and surveyed the scene
through dazed eyes. Sherry was completely open to her, her sopping
pussy lips full and open, exposing the deep, tight pussy that lay just
beyond. Heather still sat on the end of the sofa in a deep hypnotic
trance.
And as suddenly as she had felt the need to fuck Sherry come over
her, she calmed and took stock. Finally, too embarrassed at her own
actions, she pulled her pants back up and snapped the. She left a
quick note to Heather and left it on the bed. Then, she headed for the
door to go home and get some rest. For the first time in her life, she
felt totally satisfied sexually. As she passed by the half-naked
Sherry, her hair still spilling down the back of the sofa, her legs
spread, her breathing still ragged, she scooped up the beautiful hair,
held it for a moment and admired its silky feeling, then she carefully
placed it down over Sherry's front. Finally, she leaned down and
kissed Sherry on the cheek. "I don't know what you do to me, but that
was just unbelievable. I LOVED it." And she let herself out, being
sure the door locked behind her. She sat in the car a long time
composing herself. One thing she decided for certain. Sex with women
was not only different, but exhausting. Three different women in only
twenty four hours. If she had done that with men, her friends would
call her a slut. Did it make a difference? Funny, she thought as she
drove off, maybe I'm a nympho! And laughed to herself. At least I'm
finally have some decent sex for once. She found Jean's card in her
purse and already knew she'd call her today. As she drove home, she
wondered just what it would feel like to have her boyfriend's hot dick
in her pussy (or even her ass --she let herself think) and have Jean
licking her naked clit and sucking her tits. She shivered and had to
take a cold shower when she got home to calm herself down. A new world
was opening up for her and she felt strangely excited and a bit out of
control as she rushed into it.
Sherry woke up and realized what a mess the place was. She
quickly pulled on her pants, stuffing her soaked underwear into her
pocketbook. Karin was no where to be seen and she decided she must
have left. Too bad, she thought. I wanted to tell her how hot she had
been and how great she was down there between my legs. And grinned,
knowing she could have a repeat just about any time she wanted.
Finally she plopped down in front of Heather. "Heather can you hear
me?"
"Yes." It was from far away, a little girls voice. Sherry
suddenly felt very protective and carefully gave Heather the
instructions to forget all past suggestions, and to remember nothing
of the session. Finally, she slowly woke her up.
As Heather blinked the daze from her eyes, Sherry carefully
refilled Heather's cup with hot tea to disguise the length of time
that had passed.
"Oh, Karin had to run. She said to be sure to thank you again for
the shopping yesterday and said she'd call you later in the week."
Sherry lied. She knew they had been shopping and didn't know herself
if anything else had gone on, but she suspected it had, since Karin
was there when she arrived.
"Oh, I missed her. Too bad. So, no more post-hypnotic suggestions
planted up here?" Heather tapped the side of her head, smiling.
"Nope, clean as a whistle. Now I'll just have to get my kicks
seducing you the hard way!"
"Like THAT's ever been a problem for you. You know you make me
hot." Heather stroked her hair and the side of her face.
"I'm sorry about how I messed things up. I'm glad it's out in the
open and all taken care of now." Sherry leaned against Heather and
felt her hot breath on her neck and ear intoxicating. The tip of
Heather's tongue followed. Sherry sighed with contentment.
They got up and headed for the bedroom, hand in hand. It would be
the end of the week before all the post-hypnotic suggestions were
removed from Sherry by Janet, and Janet changed her trigger word for
Traci. Sherry eased Heather's blouse off the magnificent set of tits
so proudly displayed in front of her and bent to begin to suck on
them. Heather was almost about to cum for the third time when the
phone rang.
"Heather?"
"Ummmmmmm... yes... Ummmmmm... hi, Traci... Ohhhh!" "Are you
fucking?"
"Oh, God YES!"
"I'll call back later."
"No. Yes! Yes... Ummmm"
"Well, will you stop long enough to hear some exciting news?"
"I. Yes." She gasped into her hand and stifled another moan as
Sherry began to feed her long tongue back into her pulsing vagina. A
thumb began to eagerly press on her ass, demanding entrance. Heather
lifted her hips a bit to give Sherry clear access. She loved fingers
and toys up her ass.
"You are going to have a show in London! The dealer there loved
your work and wants to take twenty or so works on consignment. You're
on your way!" Traci was very excited for her.
"That's... GREAT!" A thumb and long red nail disappeared up her
tail and began to press on the fingers now working the inside of her
very juicy pussy. The pressure was causing ripples of tension to flow
over her belly and she felt the orgasm pushing Traci's voice out of
her head.
"I have to leave on Sat. to set everything up. If we do well, you
may have to come over to meet your new customers." Traci was so
excited.
Heather shuddered, desperately trying to forestall the
inevitable. "That's great. Oh, honey, I'm SO excited!" A gross
understatement. She lifted a leg, then the other and let them fall in
a wide vee up over her ears to the headboard, locking them under the
brass rail on top. A favorite position when doing herself with a fat
dildo, it tightened her belly and made her orgasms incredibly intense.
"Me too. I'll call you later when I have more information. Dinner
tonight for sure. Can you come?"
"Oh, YES!" And the orgasm tore the voice from her and she began
to tremble and shake s her control was ripped from her. The phone fell
on the pillow next to her ear, cutting of the load moans that filled
the room.
"Great. Later, then lover." And Traci rung off. Heather never
heard her.
The Adventures of Heather, Part 26A (A-C) By "RAMAPO"
They hurriedly dressed in their traveling clothes and headed for
the airport in the limo. Sherry looked totally lickable in a pale
yellow blouse that set off her golden locks that flowed around her
shoulder and hung in a thick mass over her right breast and down below
her waist. The black skirt was tastefully short, and the black sheer
pantyhose accented her straight legs ending in black high heels. She
would change into the slippers they gave you in first class once they
were settled.
Heather had her luxurious black hair up in a twist and off her
neck for once (she missed the sensuous feeling of it on her neck), but
it showed off her long white neck. A white silk blouse that did
nothing to hide her voluptuous shape was accented with a black skirt,
rather short, and black stockings held up with garters. Sherry had
insisted she show off her body on the flight and Heather finally
caved, giving in to knowing how hot it would make Sherry.
Traci had only called three hours ago and told them of the great
art show they were missing. Heather's works were getting a lot of
attention and it would do Heather's reputation a lot of good to make
an appearance. Upon learning that Sherry was there with Heather (she
did sound just a mite jealous, though), Traci had insisted they both
come over and spend the week at the show. She made reservations at the
hotel for the three of them to share a room (that would suit all of
them just fine) and Heather booked two last minute tickets on a
British Air flight and now they were going through the last security
check.
"Madam, would you empty your purse for me?" The portly matron was
firm but polite.
Sherry looked suddenly embarrassed. "Is there a problem?"
"Your purse. I'd like to see its contents please." Slowly Sherry
pulled out the items. The usual clutter, makeup, tissues, pens,
wallet, hairbrush, comb. The pile in front of them grew. A small hand
calculator.
"Can you show me this works, please?"
Sherry pulled off the cover and started doing calculations. The
register showed numbers changing and the guard said. "Thank you."
She looked down into the purse and said. "Is that all?"
"Ummm, no. But."
"I must see everything. Please hurry, we are holding up the line."
Sherry sighed and pulled out a large penis shaped dildo. The
switch on the bottom showed it was also a vibrator.
The guard snickered. "Can you show me this works," a definite
hesitation and her smirk grew, "please?"
Sherry grabbed the dildo and snapped it on. The gentle buzz filled
the air and several people looked at what was in her hand. Faces
started turning red and people looked away, embarrassed. All but a
very handsomely dressed blonde just behind them. The clipped English
accent added authority to the chill in the words. "Are you quite
through humiliating this woman in public?"
The guard wasn't expecting anyone to challenge her. "It's my job
to check everything out."
"I take it your instructions are to wait till the x-ray shows a
woman is carrying a sexual device in her bag, then force her to
display it and turn it on?" Sherry was frantically putting everything
back in her purse. Heather stood off to one side watching, feeling
sorry for Sherry, who was now bright red. And looked mortified.
"It could be a weapon." The guard was beginning to look nervous
and seemed about ready to challenge this outspoken woman.
The woman was having none of it. "Right. Millions of people are
assaulted every year with dildos in public places and it's your job to
keep us safe from them." She picked up her bag and held it out to the
guard. "Do you want me to show you the five sexual devices I've got in
here and explain how they work to you?" A small crowd of grinning
women were now standing around waiting to see the outcome of this.
Embarrassing as it was, the blonde spoke for all of them. It was
perhaps worse that the guard was a woman herself and should have been
more discrete, even if she did have to check it out.
The blonde was rummaging around in her bag and began to pull out
her hand. "No, you are free to go, please don't block the line."
The blonde shouldered her bag and walked over to Heather and
Sherry. "Cheeky bitch. Little gods. I know we need them to check for
security reasons, but really, this lack of sensitivity is quite the
limit." She held out her hand. "I'm Lady Moulton. Sorry you had to go
through that."
Sherry shook her hand, then Heather. "I'm Sherry and this is
Heather." The blonde gave them a once-over, her eyes returning for
just an instant to the over-full swell of Heather's chest, then back
to Sherry. Heather noticed the second look.
"Do you really carry five sex toys in your bag when you travel?"
Heather was grinning, but curious as well. "Certainly not! They're
all in my baggage!" They all laughed. "Must have given them a jolly
laugh down in the x-ray room. I often think I should just pack a bag
of nothing but sex toys and have some real fun with them. Hell, they
probably wouldn't know what they were."
Sherry was over her embarrassment. "Thanks. I forgot it was there.
I didn't know what to say."
Lady Moulton took both their arms and they walked to the boarding
area. "Where are you two ladies sitting?" A comparison of tickets
showed they were all within a few seats of one another in first class.
"Excellent. We'll switch with someone once we're up and on our
way. I always enjoy company on these long flights."
Heather looked her over. Expensive. Very expensive. Delightful
accent straight out of finishing school. Very proper. Short blonde
hair almost in the style of Princess Di, but not enough to be accused
of copying. Trim figure under a tailored dark blue suit, nice legs,
heels. Ramrod straight posture. Expensive rings and accessories. A
wedding ring. Maybe a bit older than Traci.
"First trip to London?"
Heather spoke. "Not for me, but it's Sherry's first time over.
We're going to an art show."
Sherry added, "She's being modest. Her works are on display and
the patrons want to meet her. So we are on a last minute flight."
Lady Moulton looked over at Heather and smiled. Beautiful and so
young.
On board, before they even took off, it was obvious first class
would be almost empty and they just moved together in three over size
seats with Sherry on Heather's left and Lady Moulton on the right. The
take-off went smoothly and soon they were being wined and dined. Lady
Moulton purchased a full bottle of wine and they all had quite a bit
to drink with the meal.
They waited for the trays to be taken away. Lady Moulton was quite
a bit more relaxed at this point.
"I wonder what the entertainment is this trip?" Heather asked to
make conversation.
"Oh, some movie. I saw it when I was over last week. A movie isn't
really what I need to entertain me at the moment." More to herself
than Heather.
"A game of cards, perhaps?"
Lady Moulton laughed. "No, something a bit more physical, I think.
And earthy. Not that I'll get much of a chance for that."
"Oh, I'm sure your husband will be waiting for you to take care of
that soon enough."
"Not a chance, my dear. The bore is probably down in the city with
one of his bimbos right now getting his rocks polished but good. No, I
face a bed with cold sheets at home, I'm afraid."
"That doesn't sound so inviting. How terrible for you. I'm very
lucky, I guess."
"Oh?"
"Yes, I have Traci waiting for me and the rocks she intends to
polish as sitting about six inches away from you!"
Lady Moulton laughed. "What a beautiful shape you have, Heather."
Her eyes were fastened on Heather's very visible nipples. "Traci is
very lucky to have you." The pun was intended. They both smiled.
"But what about Sherry? She seems more than a friend?"
The lights went down in the cabin and the movie started on the
small screens attached just in front of each chair. Sherry swung the
armrest on Heather's chair and hers up and out of the way, making a
short couch, then pulled a blanket up over her and Heather and curled
up against Heather to watch the movie. In seconds, her hands stole
along under the blanket and found the waist catch and zipper on
Heather's skirt and unfastened them.
"Hey!"
"Shush. The movie is starting."
Sherry's long fingernails disappeared under Heather's waistband
and began inching the skirt down, the nails traveling over Heather's
belly and down to the top of her now moist mound. The garter belt
added to the sensation as Sherry pulled gently on the garters and the
friction along her thighs added to the assault on her nerves. The
sexual tension in her belly grew in leaps and bounds, but she did
nothing to stop Sherry. She didn't know how to and not bring the
activity to Lady Moulton's attention.
But Lady Moulton saw the slow moving mound under the blanket and
guessed immediately what was happening. It did nothing to ease her own
sexual frustration, but make it worse. "Your friend seems very casual
about public sex. I mean, carrying a large dildo out in public like
that." Heather hesitated. Her chest was getting tight from the fingers
playing along her bush, ever so gradually working down to the waiting
extended clit, now poking up through the folds of her lips into the
cloth of her skirt. It ached and tingled.
"I'm afraid I'm a bit to blame there. I wore a sexy outfit to get
her horny and I think it worked a bit too much."
"It's quite becoming. Your outfit, that is. As well as those
spectacular titties. What attracts her?"
"Garters and no panties."
"Oh, your pussy is just there for the taking?" Sherry's index
finger brushed the side of her clit and she shuddered. She couldn't
hear any of the conversation, as she had headphones on. She was
reading Heather's reaction like Braille.
"I... I," it was too hard to concentrate. Sherry knew exactly how
to get her very hot and keep her there. "Yes." It was a forced
whisper.
"Tell me Heather, how do you like to be fucked?"
"I," Sherry's finger slid past the turgid clit and the tip became
wet for the first time as it dipped between the swollen lips and
encountered the pool of lubrication building there. "Slowly. Gently."
Her eyes closed as the tension took her higher.
"Like the way Sherry is fucking you right now?" Heather was
somehow startled. So intent on the sensations between her legs, she
was surprised by the revelation that Lady Moulton had noticed.
"Oh, God, yes. Yes, like the way her finger is in me now. So slow,
so deep, so wet."
Lady Moulton shivered. Her lust, suppressed all week, was rising
like some animal not to be denied.
"I prefer almost violent activity as a rule. I find the slow
approach too frustrating. I need to pound the bed and drive my lover
to the limit. Of, course, Harold is a pig in bed, so maybe that's why
the slow approach rarely works. I need a partner who can anticipate
when I need to go faster. To just rape me in the end, when I'm ready
to give everything and just let completely go."
"Yes, let go. Cum in their face. Explode inside. Oh, yes.
Ohhhhh..." Two of Sherry's fingertips were now sliding up and down her
slit. She needed them inside her, but she knew Sherry couldn't reach
that far across her and do it.
Almost as a reflex, she turned on her right side and reclined the
seat. Sherry moved closer and her hand traveled over Heather's left
check and down between her legs, moving up to the nicely framed twat
now exposed for easy access. She teased Heather and stroked the lips
but didn't go inside.
"Shit. Oh. Please."
Lady Moulton realized that Sherry was playing with Heather and the
comments were for her lover. But she was now very turned on. Heather's
face was a mirror of lust and desire as the sexual tension filled her
mind and drove out other feelings and desires.
Turning on her left side, Lady Moulton pulled her blanket over
Heather as well and with a deft right hand, her blouse opened. She
pulled it aside and a perfect pear shaped breast with a large very
dark brown aureola and nipple now stood only inches from Heather's
face. Lady Moulton never wore bras. And tonight she was glad not to
have to fool with it.
Heather opened her eyes and the breast swayed into view and
without thinking, she leaned forward slightly, with Lady Moulton
easing forward in her reclined chair and the nipple slid into
Heather's hot, open mouth.
"Oh. That is so nice." Lady Moulton shivered again. Her first
taste of female sex was better than she had hoped it would be. And it
was just beginning.
Heather put just the right amount of pressure on the nipple with
her lips and began to wash it with her tongue.
"Oh. My dear. Oh." Lady Moulton was going to turn out to be vocal
during sex. Sherry still didn't realize that Heather was now coupled
with Lady Moulton, and continued to watch the screen as she slipped
the tip of her middle finger slowly into the waiting honey pot. Soon,
it was in to the second knuckle and she rotated a bit and withdrew
just as slowly. And that began a regular slow fuck.
Heather became hotter and hotter. Needing more. Needing it faster.
Knowing the wait would be deliciously good. Dying from the
frustration. She pulled more of the pear into her mouth and Lady
Moulton cried out gently.
A stewardess came down front. "Everything all right here?"
Lady Moulton struggled to cover up her exposed chest, only just
succeeding.
"Yes, fine. Just trying to get a bit of rest."
The stewardess noticed the slow rhythmic motion behind Heather's
ass and realized she was getting screwed. Her eye traveled to
Heather's face and that confirmed it. Lady Moulton clutched the
blanket a bit higher, but from her vantage point, she could see the
modest swell of the woman's breast end in Heather's mouth. Nothing she
hadn't seen many times before. Just frustrating to see three beautiful
women getting laid and her having to work. Shit.
She walked away. Lady Moulton began to moan. She turned back,
leaned down and whispered in the woman's ear. "Look, I don't mind you
fucking up here, but you must be quiet while you do it. Would you like
a gag?"
Lady Moulton was mortified, but was now too hot to stop. Her built-
up needs were in charge now. "Yes," she said simply."
The stewardess went to the storage cabinet and pulled out her
purse. Noisy herself, she learned long ago to carry a ball gag with
her to protect herself. She judged it a close fit to Lady Moulton's
mouth and returned to the front.
Lady Moulton had never in her life used a gag during sex. Being
loud during sex had always excited her as well as most of her
partners. She eyed the ball. The stew leaned close again and
whispered, "It doesn't hurt. Just fills your mouth completely and you
can't make noise. Open wide."
She tilted the woman's head back a bit and compressed the ball in
her hand and inserted it. Lady Moulton gave a grunt. The stew leaned
back again. "Now, you horny bitch. In payment for this little bit of
assistance, I expect you to come to my flat tomorrow night with these
two sluts. Tell no one where you are going and be prepared to spend
the night. I plan to fuck you to death, and then you can have me to do
what you wish. Understand?"
Lady Moulton looked alarmed. Her breast was fast disappearing into
Heather's active mouth and she felt totally confused. She nodded. The
stew noted the blonde's alarm and whispered, "I won't hurt you, or
them. But you will have the best sex you've ever had. Or ever will
again." She stood up and walked back to her station. Her panties were
soaked, she was so excited. She had no idea why she had just gotten so
bold. It could cost her her job in a second if the passenger reported
her.
She was totally amazed the woman had agreed. After five minutes,
her excitement not abating, she slipped into the lavatory and frigged
herself to two quick orgasms. It didn't help. Grinning from ear to
ear, she began planning the next night, almost too shocked to believe
it might really happen.
Heather was near to orgasm now. Her own groans were passing
through Moulton's sensitive nipple and giving her clit little shocks
to add to her soaring arousal.
Sherry slipped a second finger into Heather's waiting pussy and
Heather began to hump backwards in a slow matching rhythm. It wouldn't
be long now. Lady Moulton hoisted up her own skirt and her fingers
dipped into her panties as she masturbated, first on, then two, and
now three fingers disappearing into her hole. It had been years since
she had been this hot and her passion and lust was taking total
control of her.
The ball gag was working perfectly and the trio of women rose
toward the peak. Sherry was so happy Heather let her do her on the
plane. Heather got her so hot, she knew when they landed that Heather
would fuck her to exhaustion later in the hotel. She slipped a third
finger into the now very swollen mouth of Heather's cunt and picked up
the pace. Heather was starting to stiffen.
Lady Moulton felt the wave of an orgasm approaching. A wave like
nothing she had ever experienced in memory. It approached and her
belly went tighter and tighter, but it didn't break, rising up over
her like some monster of lust, ready to crush her in its grasp. She
moaned a continuous call of sex. And still it built. Her fingers moved
faster and faster.
Heather was going to explode and nothing could stop it now. Her
back was curved and her whole lower torso felt like a solid, swollen
sex gland. Sherry slipped a fourth finger into her and pushed in and
out rapidly. And the orgasm took her as it always did from the rear.
The explosion in her brain was joined by a red hot flush up the front
of her body and her pussy clamped down so hard on the invading fingers
that she held them in place as Sherry gently pulled and pushed to add
to her pleasure. Her jaw clamped down, pulling Lady Moulton's now
engulfed tit totally inside and pinning it against the roof of
Heather's mouth. The pain and pleasure sent the tidal wave crashing
over Lady Moulton and she screamed in release. A whimper to those
behind them in the cabin, but her soul sounded its pleasure in her
wail. Her pussy flooded her underwear with discharge and her fingers
were crushed together as the spasm hit. And the next. And yet a third.
And then, they came down together in the quiet of the cabin as the
movie ended and a series of old TV sitcoms began to play.
Lady Moulton removed the gag and licked her lips. "My, god, that
was incredible. My dear, that was an experience I'll never forget. Who
needs movies!"
Heather slowly turned back and kissed Sherry slowly and erotically
for some minutes. "That was delicious, my beautiful lover. Can I do
you now?"
"No, I think I'll wait until we get back to the hotel later. And
then I'll collect my reward. I did good?"
"You did me just perfectly. And Lady Moulton thanks you as well."
"Lady Moulton?"
"Yes, she saw you and asked me to suck her tit for her while she
did herself. I think she liked it a lot."
Sherry looked over at Lady Moulton and all three of them started
to laugh.
"I believe I have us in a bit of a pickle." The worried look on
Lady Moulton's face caused the laughter to die down.
Leaning together much like a huddle, she explained the agreement
she had made with the stewardess in the heat of passion.
"Do you know her?" Sherry asked. "I mean, would it be safe?"
"Not to be rude, but I hardly know either of you as well. I've
gotten myself into a very compromised position."
Heather and Sherry looked at each other and nodded. "Not with us,
you haven't." Heather spoke for both of them. "Look we can spend the
rest of the flight getting acquainted, but you have to decide before
we get there if you will simply tell her no thanks or that we'll be
there."
"You mean you would actually go to her place for, well, a sex
orgy?" She clearly was in strange territory here. The doubt dripped
from her every word.
"Well, we can always leave if we don't think it's safe or not to
our liking. I mean, she has to keep her reputation intact as well.
It's not a one way concern."
"No offense, but I have rather a bit more at stake, I think."
Heather took her arm and smiled into her eyes. "Tell us about it.
Why can't a beautiful rich woman with a cheating husband go to the
occasional sex orgy?"
Lady Moulton smiled. Heather had a point. At least about her
husband. When do I get any action anymore, she asked herself. "My
first name is Barbara. Barbara Moulton. I'm a Lady because of my
husband is a Lord in the Parliament. Hence my title. We live in the
country north of London in a vast house we can't afford, travel too
much, and have to go to dreadful parties almost every night as we try
to keep up appearances. I married my husband for wealth and power and
got mostly the latter. The wealth is mostly gone. The banks own us
now, for the most part, but dare not foreclose because of the
embarrassment. Travel like this is mostly paid for as part of my
husbands duties and I play the part of the adoring supportive wife in
public. I don't have much fun anymore. Anything I could want to do to
really let down my hair would be entirely too risky, so I can't do it.
Today's little adventure was way over the top for me." She looked into
Heather's eyes. "Not that I didn't adore it. I haven't had an orgasm
like that since I was a teenager in the back of my boyfriend's car in
a field. I think I'm saying too much, actually."
"You really need to get out and have some fun. Sounds a bit too
restrictive for me, even with all the influence and other bennies."
Sherry was smiling.
Barbara smiled back. "I concur completely."
Heather and Sherry then told her about their backgrounds and
future dreams. And a bit about Traci. "Sounds serious, I'm jealous."
Barbara was completely surprised at herself. "And I'm shocked at
myself for saying that. But, I'll be damned if I'm not jealous. I
never thought I fancied women." Heather gave her a warm smile and
squeezed her arm. Barbara squeezed back.
"Don't feel bad about being jealous of Traci. Anybody that has
Heather for a lover even once wishes she was in Traci's shoes, believe
me." Sherry was jealous, but recognized the bond that existed there
and never pushed to make her casual relationship with Heather more
than it was. Not that she didn't wish it could be different. Damn that
girl made her horny to look at her.
"I can believe that." Barbara said.
Heather felt a hand down her ass as Sherry worked to get her skirt
up to her waist. She turned back to look at her and Sherry gave her a
real shit-eating grin.
"We're two hours till touch down and I know you aren't satisfied
with just one. Roll over and let momma play with you some more."
"Sherry, we have enough problems without more sex right now, don't
you think." She caressed the grinning face.
"Honey, I know you better than you think and you need this. Roll
over and stop being brave. Let me at that lush pussy of yours."
Heather sighed and did as she was told. Sherry was probably right.
Once was never enough. Some days, ten was never enough. Barbara would
think she was a sex maniac. Barbara watched Heather shift and Sherry
move over behind her again. The tell-tale movements under the blankets
told her that Heather was about to be fucked again. What a horny
little bitch, she thought. And realized she was horny too. And
jealous. To be so carefree to be able to do this so easily. But she
settled on watching this time, a bit too nervous to get drawn into the
action. What was she going to tell the stew about her decision. Did
she even have a real choice. Certainly the stew knew who she was.
Public disclosure would be ruinous.
Heather was breathing heavily now that Sherry's fingers continued
to roam over her lower ass and upper thighs. The nerves were on high
alert and her pussy was already brimming.
"Is she a good lover?"
Heather focused on Barbara. It was hard. The tunnel of lust in her
belly was sucking her down into its warmth and tension and she wanted
to just slide in and float. "Yes, superb. Magic fingers. And tongue.
She knows every hot spot I have. And there are whole bunches."
"Sounds delightful. Mind if I watch? And eavesdrop? I love the
sound of sex."
Heather was falling into the funnel. Deeper. Her belly was tight.
She could feel her nipples fight the fabric of the bra and the tension
spread across her chest. "No. No. Join me."
"No, not this time. I'm too nervous."
Heather pulled her closer. "She's got my pussy swimming with cum.
I need her to go inside, but she's making me crazy with waiting." Her
voice was thick with lust and hot on Barbara's ear. Barbara was
already beginning to think she might actually want to participate.
"You are a horny bitch, aren't you my dear?" She hugged Heather to
her neck, her fingers with their perfect red nails against Heather's
neck and cheek.
"God, oh, God, yes. Horny. I'm so fucking horny. She has such long
fingers. Ahhhhh!"
"Not too noisy my dear. Tell me how she is fucking you." Barbara's
voice was deep and throaty with excitement.
"Finger... tip... inside... ahhhh... ohhhhhh... God... good...
deeper, yes deeper... ohhhhh... give it to me..." Heather was
trembling with desire. Sherry's expert fingers were now touching the
sensitive nerves near her G spot, but not quite letting her have the
thrill of direct contact. Sherry had other things in mind for her
luscious lover's well-stimulated pussy.
The stewardess was back with a drink tray, working her way
forward, glancing forward every so often to catch the action. She
could already make out that the women were back in a huddle and she
was eager to see if they were screwing again. Her hand was shaking as
she held the tray out to the few people in the isle and she could feel
her chest tighten with arousal at the thought of what the women up
front were doing. She was sure.
"My dear, the stewardess will want to serve us drinks in just a
moment. Can you pause until she is gone?" Barbara was trying to think
how to not be compromised yet again. But she held Heather to her neck
and stroked her face. Heather was clearly too far gone now to stop. It
was a stupid suggestion.
The long fingers suddenly withdrew from Heather's cunt and the
nerves screamed in protest. And then she felt the cool smooth head of
Sherry's dildo on the back of her ass and upper thighs as Sherry
warmed it up before penetration. Heather wanted it inside her more
than anything in the world at that moment.
"Dildo. Put it in. Hurry. Don't make me wait. Ohhhhhh, god, YES!"
Barbara was shocked that Sherry was going to actually use a
vibrator in the cabin, but she was distracted by a voice in her ear.
"Mind if I watch?" It was sexy, low and very breathy. The stew was
turned on. Very turned on.
Barbara's instincts helped her here and without a pause she turned
and said in a very low voice, "Only if we can discuss our agreement
about tomorrow night. Other engagements make that impossible for me.
Or them."
"God... oh... God... oh... God." The rhythm of Heather's chant
told Barbara that Sherry was pumping the dildo in and out of Heather's
pussy at a regular interval and Heather was almost beyond reason with
lust. Heather's hand was alternately gripping her arm and releasing it
as spasm after spasm raced across her belly and her brain's defenses
fell away. She slid into the pool of lust in the tunnel and gave
herself to only one thought. Fuck me, oh fuck me, oh fuck me.
The dildo penetrated ever deeper on each gentle but steady
insertion until all seven inches were filling Heather. Heather groaned
in short gasps as her insides grew hotter and hotter.
The stewardess watched Heather's face and her hand almost dropped
the tray.
"Careful, dear, or you'll get all wet." Barbara admonished the
stew.
"Too late for that worry, I'm already soaked." The stew whispered
back, wanting to lick Barbara's ear, but her professional caution held
her back to a safe distance. Checking to see if anybody noticed she
was lingering a bit, she satisfied herself that they were all watching
a movie or asleep and looked back down.
"Barbara, I'm going to cum soon. Ahhhh... God, it's driving me
crazy. I'm sooo hot."
Sherry flipped on the switch at the bottom of the vibrator and
Heather's nerves went wild from the sudden additional stimulation deep
inside her. "AHHHHHHHH! GOD! Shit, this is sooo fucking... good!"
Barbara knew she was going to cum and held her face close to her ear,
her blood red nails a stark contrast to the white of Heather's neck
and ear.
"I'mmmm cummmmm... inggggggggg!" It was a gasp and her voice
gurgled as the wave of tension flattened her belly and electric shocks
raced up her spine to her brain. Then the stars came out as her brain
went into overload and exploded in thousands of short circuits of
pleasure. Her body shook uncontrollably as wave after wave crashed
over her.
Barbara held the shaking girl and realized she was extremely
turned on herself. She looked at the stew and the stew was flushed
with excitement and their eyes locked. The stew shook her head.
"Can't, please. I'd like nothing better, believe me. I'd get fired for
sure. Please come to my place."
Barbara said, "Can't. Friday is the earliest I have open."
The stew nodded eagerly. "Friday is good. My roommate will be home
as well. Please come. You promised."
Barbara hesitated. An orgy. With women, for God's sake. Her pussy
tingled. "Yes. I can't speak for them. But I'll ask."
The stew put her hand on her arm and squeezed. "Great. It will be
fun, you'll see. Try to convince them. My roommate will really go for
the blonde on the end. She's hot." Then she walked back down the isle,
bumping her hip strategically against Barbara's shoulder as she went
by.
Barbara liked the attention. And wondered if all those bumps on
the arm and shoulder over the years as she flew had been secret
overtures that she just missed. Next time she'd pay more attention.
But right now, Heather's still ragged breath on her ear and neck was
sending tingles down her spine and she wished she had used the
opportunity to get off again. But the opportunity was lost, as the
lights went up in the cabin and landing preparations began. Heather
struggled to get her skirt back around straight and buttoned up.
Barbara carefully checked her blouse under the blanket and found it
misbuttoned, so she fixed it and then the blankets were put away and
they pulled the arm rests back down.
Sherry leaned over. "Well, have you decided about the stew's
offer?"
"Friday night. She wants you both to come with me. I take it there
will be her and her roommate. Are you free?" Sherry looked
pleased. Heather finally found her voice, her face still bearing the
tell-tale glow of recent sex and said, "We have to find out what our
schedule will be. I have to talk to Traci first."
"OK." Barbara handed Heather her card. "There is my number. Ask
for me using Barbara and you'll get straight through. Lady Moulton is
never in. Now, I have another invitation for you. I'm having a rather
elaborate fancy dress affair day after tomorrow. All the powers to be
will be there, as it's one of those can't miss things. I want you both
to come and bring Traci. I'm going to frightfully bored if you don't.
Please say yes."
Sherry and Heather grinned. "Sure, but, we have to be sure we're
free first. I'll let you know as soon as we get to the hotel. Fancy
dress? Gowns, that sort of thing?"
"Yes, quite formal, I'm afraid. Black tie for the men. Can you
manage?"
They had both packed some pretty formal clothes for the show at
the gallery and in seconds had figured out that they could make a
decent showing. "Yes, we have the clothes we need."
"Smashing. Now I can't wait. Promise me you'll be a bit
outrageous. And include me in the fun as well?"
Heather leaned over and to Barbara's amazement and secret
satisfaction, gave her a deep kiss full on the mouth. "You bet. We'll
think of something to help you pass the evening away pleasantly."
The plane settled into the finally approach and touched down
smoothly. As they worked their way off the plane, the stew handed a
napkin with her name, address and phone number on it to Barbara.
"Friday."
"Yes. I'm looking forward to it." Barbara said with a smile.
"Thank you for a very pleasant flight experience." "Thank you."
The stew said with added emphasis on the you. And winked.
At the end of the ramp, Traci was waiting. She started to glow as
soon as she saw Heather. Sherry was careful to avoid any physical
contact with Heather as they came up the ramp and held back just a
bit. No signals here of competition.
They settled back into the car with Traci driving and Traci said,
"OK, tell me all about the flight! I'm so glad to see you. Really
glad." She reached over and squeezed Heather's knee and then returned
to shifting gears.
"Well, we met Lady Boulton just before departure when she
complained about the security person making Sherry publicly
demonstrate that her dildo wasn't a bomb or something..." Heather
never got to finish the sentence.
"What! You met Lady Boulton!? Do you have any idea who she is? And
you had to publicly display your WHAT?!"
"Calm down. Well, we know she is married to a Lord or something.
Very upper crust. She's bored stiff. Very pretty and her husband
cheats on her. And Sherry had a dildo in her handbag and the guard
made her take it out. Lady Boulton embarrassed the guard to death and
got her to back off and let us through. We ended up sitting next to
each other."
"Married to a Lord isn't the half of it. She's married to one of
the most powerful old land owners in the country. Hundreds of
thousands of acres. They practically support the arts over here single
handed. Your art is hanging in one of her galleries. God, I hope you
didn't do anything that might screw up your contact now that you've
made it."
"Well, we did have sex on the flight and she held me while Sherry
got me off again. Oh, and the stewardess wants all of us over to her
flat this Friday night for an orgy. And we're invited to a big do at
Barbara's place tomorrow night if we don't already have anything more
pressing." Heather was grinning and Sherry was shaking her head.
"SEX!! You had SEX with the woman on the AIRPLANE?!!! And she lets
you call her Barbara?!! Amazing, just amazing." Traci was silent.
She literally was at a loss for words. "OK, from the top, slowly, tell
me about the trip. And leave nothing out." Traci stared down the road
and kept trying to remember to pay attention, because she still wasn't
used to driving on the opposite side of the road.
So, Heather and Sherry told her the whole story, paying particular
attention to describe the sex in detail. In the end, Traci was hot and
flushed, and even more amazed. "Only you, my Heather darling, could
make the most powerful contact you could have in the UK by having sex
with her in a public place, have others want to start an orgy with the
woman and have everyone just loving every minute of it. Truly a five-
star performance."
"Can we go?"
"To the orgy? We'll have to talk about that."
"No, to Barbara's tomorrow night. We might meet the Prime Minister
and everything!"
"I don't have the right clothes for that kind of thing, honey."
"We'll shop in the morning and get you something. This is once and
a lifetime opportunity. And Barbara wants us to think up something
daring to do while we are there and include her in the fun."
"Fun such as?"
"I think something sexy and erotic. We have to plan it out. She's
so bored and wants to have some fun. And she's pissed at her husband
and I think wants to get even a bit. Anyway, we can come up with
something to ease her pain." Heather was already thinking ahead.
"Yes, I have no doubt that you'll think of something. Nothing too
risky, though, I hope. You have no idea what kind of trouble you could
cause if there were a scandal." "Well, we want her to have fun,
though, so we'll let her decide just how risky she wants it to be as
we go along and she can call a halt whenever."
"Here's the hotel. Let's go in and relax and let the travel dust
out of your hair. Tonight you have to be at the gallery to meet your
fans. You have to be at your best for that."
Sherry sat in silence. It hurt to see Traci and Heather be so
totally comfortable together. She was jealous. A tear rolled down her
cheek. Heather noticed immediately and wiped it away.
Once in the room, they settled in and while Heather was still in
the bathroom, Traci came over to her and said, "I haven't thanked you
properly for being with Heather on the long flight. I can tell you are
a good friend. And perhaps more." She moved very close and placed her
hand on Sherry's cheek.
"Well, you two are..."
"We are lovers. We are friends. I love her very much. But she's
still a wild thing and isn't ready to settle down. And she attracts
the nicest people all the time. I'm very lucky to have her. Can I have
you as well?"
Traci's frank, direct approach caught her off guard. The hand
remained and Sherry pressed her face against it as an answer. She
wasn't being shut out, but being invited in. And she accepted without
another word, kissing Traci deeply and feeling Traci stroke her long
hair. God, could she keep up with both of them? She was about to find
out!
Traci removed Sherry's blouse and began to stoke the pert breasts
with the back of her fingernails. As expected, in seconds Sherry's
nipples hardened to pebbles and began to ache.
"Oh, that is nice. I have butterflies in my stomach!" The trace of
the fingernails went lower across her belly and up her sides and
Sherry was shuddering from the nerves in her skin going wild. This was
a technique she needed to remember for sure! Wow!
With one hand continuing the endless trail of sensations, Traci
unbuttoned Sherry's skirt and it fell to the floor. Sherry was wearing
a white silk half slip and matching lace panties. Traci pulled Sherry
hard against her, her hands gripping the back of Sherry's very firm
ass and digging into the crack between her buns. Traci's delicious
breasts molded themselves over Sherry's smaller ones and the pressure
on their chests made their breath quicken.
Sherry was trembling inside. She loved a lover who was capable and
skilled and Traci was both. She knew she was about to be laid by an
expert and gave herself to Traci completely.
Their mouths opened and long tongues slid past each other on their
way deep inside and then the mouths closed over each other and a
wonderfully wet, intimate French kiss carried them higher and then
Traci eased her new lover back onto the bed and pulled her half slip
down the long straight legs and tossed in on a chair. Sherry began to
peel the panties down but Traci gently stopped her and began to kiss
her breasts, working her way down to her belly and the top of the
panties. The silk now spotted with a wet stain as Sherry began to open
up from stimulation. Finally, Traci slid down and placed her lips over
the swollen cunt and began to suck through the silk. Sherry gasped.
She bucked as the sensation through the silk caught her off guard. It
was delicious, a bit indirect and left her extremely sensitive clit at
a level she could enjoy instead of causing pain. Traci began to lick
her through the cloth and her hips took on a life of their own as she
rose to meet each deep swipe of her insides. The silk was allowing her
to enjoy a slow climb toward orgasm she had rarely enjoyed. Usually, a
tongue in her pussy set her off in seconds and then her clit would be
too sore to continue for quite some time. But not now. Her clit was
rock hard and ached and sent tingles into her belly.
"Oh, god," her breath was rushing in and out in shuddery gasps.
"I... never... underwear... need... to... cum... oh... yes... Yes!...
yes... oh... ohhhhh." It was a litany of lust as her mind focused on
nothing but the long tongue now pressing the thin silk deep into her
pussy. She wrapped her thighs around Traci's ears and pressed Traci
hard against her.
Unused to this slow climb toward orgasm, she thought many times
that she would cum, but the release held off and she began to thrash
as her need for release grew and grew. Her arms began to slam down on
the bed in uncontrolled fury and the passion between her thighs drove
her wild.
Slam! "Make me cum, damn you... OH... OHHHHH. Shit. Fuck... Cum..
MAKE ME CUM!" Slam. Slam! The bed shook with the fury of her physical
reaction.
"Please!... Please!... OH, god... cum... I'm so fucking... HOT!...
Oh, Traci... Oh, Oh, OH!... Please"
Traci drove her to the brink and then, through the silk, closed
her lips tightly around the rock hard clit and pulled on it over and
over. And then the release hit. A sensation of her belly going solid
with tension, white heat pouring out of her pulsing pussy up her front
and into her face. She trembled and shook and groaned in short gasps
as her breath was driven from her. And then, just as the tingles began
to slow slightly, the second orgasm took her and she passed out in the
middle of a wild groan that ended in a hiss of air. Her body continued
to quiver as she continued to release even though she was now unaware.
Traci crawled next to her and held her close and stroked her back
and arms. Sherry calmed down, but the exhaustion of the trip and now
this intense sex drove her deep into sleep. She began to snore softly
in Traci's ear. There would be time later for more.
Traci grinned and eased a pillow up under Sherry's head and then
pulled a sheet over her, then the spread. Sherry looked beautiful as
she lay there, a sexual flush still in her face, a halo of now wild
blonde hair spilling over the pillow and out onto the sheets. Traci
patted her and kissed her forehead and then picked up Sherry's things
and carefully folded them and put them over the back of a chair.
At that moment, Heather came out of the bathroom in an absolutely
devastating teddy and nothing else. Traci's heart skipped a beat. God,
she was beautiful.
Heather kissed her and slid down and pulled her skirt off. In
seconds, the panties joined the skirt around her ankles and then
Heather buried her tongue between her thighs. How did Heather know
just what she needed! She sighed and balanced herself with one leg on
the bed and a hand on the dresser. A week with no Heather had been
pure Hell. Actually worse than hell.
And now she was going to Heaven with a beautiful angel taking her
there. Leading her by the clit. Heather's tongue washed over the now
hard and exposed bump and Traci gasped and then, unexpectedly, came in
Heather's face in a rush. It was the first of many for both of them
that morning in the hotel. Then Heather slept in Traci's arms and
Traci lay there listening to Sherry snore gently in the next bed and
felt Heather's hot breath on her ear. Yes, this was Heaven. No doubt.
She began to think of things they could do at Barbara's party. She
dismissed them all as too risky. She drifted off to sleep as well.
They all got up and dressed for dinner and then the show at the
gallery. Heather called and asked for Barbara and in a few moments,
Barbara came on the line.
"What a delight to hear your voice, my dear. I was afraid you
wouldn't call."
"I would never do that! We can come if the invitation still
holds."
"That's wonderful! I'll have the invitations sent round tomorrow
to the hotel. Now, can you tell me what you have in mind?"
"Ummmmm, not yet. We have a few ideas, but nothing final yet.
We're too afraid of getting you in hot water. If you know what I
mean."
"Unfortunately, yes. But let me worry about that. You let me know
ahead of time what you think of and I'll veto anything that might be
too risky."
"Fine. That would be great."
"Super. Now, let me have your full names and room number at the
hotel. Also, I have arranged for escorts for the party, as I can't
have you just sitting at the table by yourselves. Too conspicuous.
I'll give you passes for the run of the place and a small map so you
can get around. It is very large and we can't have you get lost. Just
have fun. Oh, I've arranged to come down on Friday to see the show and
your pictures. My agent says you have real promise and I should buy
them all up as a sure thing."
Heather blushed. "Thank you. I'll send a note about out plans and
you can tell us what is OK when we get there, OK?"
"Fine. It's all set then. I can't wait. Say hello to Sherry and
Traci for me. I'm sorry I couldn't wait to meet Traci at the airport,
but I was behind schedule and had a whole room of people waiting for
me for some stupid meeting. Couldn't be helped I'm afraid."
"They say hello back. We can't wait to see you again. Goodbye!"
"Goodbye! And they rang off.
"It's all set. Our invitations arrive tomorrow and we are to be
the bells of the ball. She would like us to send a note over with out
plans and she'll veto anything that is too risky. I definitely get the
feeling she wants us to be a bit outrageous for her privately if we
can pull it off. I wish we could find a way to give her some leverage
over her husband. There she sits all frustrated and he is off screwing
around." Heather found her wrap and they headed for the elevator.
Attractively attired, but not too sexy, they stilled turned every male
head in the lobby as they headed for the door. Once in the cap, they
all giggled.
"Dear Lady Mouton (the note read),
We have decided to come to the party and bed as many of your
husband's lovers as possible before the night is over. We want to
arrange to have secret pictures taken of each tryst so you will have
some damaging proof each of the women is bi-sexual. That should keep
the current crop of women at bay and spread some fear among any
potential replacements.
To accomplish this, we will need for you to arrange for a camera
with very fast film and a blue light flash (to make the person unaware
pictures are being taken. We assume you can get this and have it in
the house before we arrive, as we don't think we can get such a thing
past security, given the guests you implied would be there.
We also need access to as many bedrooms as you can manage in a
private part of the house so that the victims can be escorted there in
privacy and left to their own affairs (Oh, I made a silly pun!) after
we are done with them.
Finally, once we arrive, we wish to take complete charge of your
sex life for the evening and can only promise you some excitement and
fun before the evening is over, assuming much of an opportunity
presents itself.
Now, if you agree to the first part, please wear something blue
above the waist as a signal. If you agree to the second part, please
wear something yellow. And if you agree to both, wear something red.
Oh, and no masturbating before we get there! A little anticipation
will go a long way.
Your potential partners in mayhem and vice,
Heather, Sherry and Traci
P.S. Please discard this somewhere very safe, for obvious
reasons!"
Heather licked the stamp and told the concierge it had to be
delivered immediately. When he saw the address, his eyes widened just
a bit and said it would go out at once. And refused a tip. Heather
thought to herself that their stock had just gone up in his eyes.
It was one of the rare opportunities Heather had to use the
special underwear so carefully made for her that previous summer. And
she had brought along an incredibly hot black scoop neck dress that
almost failed to cover her breasts, accented her tiny waist and flared
over her hips and tail. Her legs sprang out of the bottom like two
beacons inviting the eyes to follow their nicely sculpted thighs right
to her pussy. When she pulled the panties on, the special fabric eased
into position and gripped her buttocks and upper belly in a nice firm,
flat restraint, like hands. As she walked around the room, she could
feel the crotch area settle firmly into place, holding her pussy like
a hot hand. Her clit tried to spring forth, but it was pushed back
down and held there, only the top edge rubbing gently along the silk
like elastic. As she moved, tingles and sparks jumped to her belly.
She had forgotten how these damn things got her so turned on! Then,
she eased the bra into position under her heavy, thrusting breasts and
the upper edge of the cups just covered her nipples, leaving the top
half of the dark aureole exposed. Then, the web of fine spaghetti
straps settled on her outer shoulder and around the back to the clasp.
Traci came over to pull the straps together and hook the catch.
The result was spectacular, to say the least. Her already beautiful,
long nippled tits now stood out even further and seemed suspended as
if by magic as she moved around.
"Wow! THAT is some bra, baby!" Sherry said in admiration. How the
hell does it DO that? There isn't anything to it. No wires, no heavy
straps, nothing but a damn wisp of clothe! And I can't get over how
hot your tits look held up and out that way. Magical levitation. What
do you think Traci?"
"I think we're going to be late if we don't hurry up a bit. You
look fantastic as always, honey. Hard to go wrong with that shape of
yours." Traci was also showing off her own nice chest in a billowy
white blouse that would pull and move a lot under her jacket, her
breasts being unencumbered with a bra.
Heather pulled on her black dress and Sherry zipped her up. With
the very nice hairdo she got from the hotel hairdresser that day, she
was stunning. She slipped on very high black heels reached for her
wrap.
If the three of them had turned heads the previous night on their
way to the gallery, tonight the lobby came to a stop as both men and
women gawked openly. Three more beautiful women had rarely, if ever,
graced this hotel and as they went through the revolving door to the
waiting limo, the lobby burst into a buzz of gossip. Who were they?
Where were they going? And then when Lady Mouton's name began to be
passed around, they understood.
The limo ride was almost an hour and a half out into the country
and it was just after dark when they came down the long lane and
pulled up in front of the vast house. A country estate in the grand
tradition of British landed gentry, the beautiful home was
breathtaking. The three of them presented their invitations to the
security guard, who asked to see more identification and their
passports seemed to do just fine.
Inside, another security check and then they were announced and
started down a long receiving line. As they were introduced along,
near the end, Heather spotted Barbara at last and her breath caught.
Barbara was in a very attractive, all red dress! Heather nudged Traci
and she Sherry and they almost started giggling again.
Heather was wet before she got to Barbara. What a night this would
be, she hoped. Barbara spotted her coming down the line and her eyes
lingered (as did everyone in the line, at the impossibly low cut dress
she had on, and the spectacular set of breasts being exposed. Almost
naked, but not quite. How the hell was that thing staying up? She tore
her eyes away from the swollen orbs and shook hands. She was grinning
wildly. She felt so wicked.
Heather said. "It's so nice to see you again. We are so looking
forward to this very special evening. Thank you for inviting us." She
pressed a small note into Barbara's hand. Barbara slipped it into a
very small pocket in the side of the dress.
"It is all my pleasure. I hope you enjoy yourself thoroughly
tonight. The receiving line will break up in a few moments and I can
introduce you to your escorts and dinner companions for the evening.
Are we all clear and have our signals straight for the evening?" The
grin just wouldn't quit.
"Heather grinned back. Couldn't be clearer. You might want to do a
bit of reading before the evening gets too far along. Could be you
need to see to a few things." Barbara's husband was now openly ogling
Heather's chest and Barbara poked him in the ribs with her elbow.
"Stop staring at the girl's bosom and greet the rest of our guests,
Robert," she said sharply.
The line broke up and Barbara excused herself long enough to slip
into the nearby library and read Heather's second note. It read:
"Barbara, you are now our sex slave for the evening. You first
order is to remove all your underwear. If you have on pantyhose,
remove it and replace it with stockings and a garter. We will check
you before dinner. Failure to follow this instruction will cause you
to loose your special dessert after dinner."
Barbara took a deep breath. It was beginning. She was so excited,
she locked the library door, went to a corner and stripped quickly,
removing everything, then pulling only her dress back over her now
loose breasts, flat tummy and long legs. They were already encased in
silk stockings and held up with garters. The cool air on her already
moist pussy made it tingle and get even wetter. Her hand trembled as
she hid the slip and bra in a drawer.
Head held high, she could feel the erotic tug on her nipples from
the seams in the dress cups and they grew hard and ached as she
walked. She knew she had nice tits, even if they were a bit small. But
the shape was good and there was little sag. They bounced slightly as
she almost strutted down the long hall.
The three women waited near the entrance to a large room where
cocktails were being served. Heather could tell at a glance that the
woman had done as she was instructed. Barbara's eyes were shining with
excitement as she approached.
She reached over to a shelf and from behind a large vase, she
pulled out an envelope and gave it to Heather. "Now, shall we go in
and get introduced around? Anyone I introduce to you as a 'young lady
of interest' is a mistress my husband is keeping. Don't read the
material in that envelope in here. After a bit, go to the room at the
very end of this hall and the three of you read it together. Lock the
door. Please don't lose the papers. OK, here we go!"
She took Heather's arm and whispered in her ear as they went in,
"I'm naked underneath and so wet I can't believe it. Can I have my
dessert now?"
Heather grinned and whispered back. "Patience. You have to wait
until the time is ripe."
"I'm ripe now, I can tell you."
"That's nice. I'm horny for you too." She squeezed back.
The room was full of over two hundred men and women in fancy
dress. No a few of the women were young and voluptuous, but Barbara
gave no sign. As they worked the room, they finally came to a corner
area and a young waspwaisted woman with large silicon assisted breasts
was holding forth with several other people. As she turned around,
Heather was instantly taken with her beauty and grace. Her melon-sized
breasts were straining the dress and spilling out to top in a display
that was awesome in appearance. She was a natural beauty, with her
hair lightened in blonde accents.
"Now, Heather my dear, here is a young lady of interest. Cynthia,
this is Heather, a young artist now showing in one of our finer
galleries. You look particularly attractive tonight Cynthia my dear.
If you'll excuse me for a moment." Barbara slipped away, leaving
Heather to face Cynthia, who appeared a bit pale.
"How nice to meet you. How are you associated with Lady Mouton?"
Cynthia hesitated. "Actually, I'm an old friend through her
husband." Cynthia's eyes traced over Heather's bosom, obviously quite
natural, unlike her own, and they widened a bit as she perceived that
a bit of aureole peered over the top of the dress. She loved breasts,
and here were a set to rival her own. Her pussy moistened. She never
slept with women, but was always buying girly magazines to look at the
tits.
"You have a beautiful shape, Cynthia. You boyfriend must really
enjoy those." Cynthia tore her eyes from the straining chest just
opposite her own and stammered. "I hope he does. Sometimes I wonder if
they were worth what they cost me."
"Well, I'd know what to do with them." Heather was direct. Let's
see what she does.
Cynthia knew Heather was hitting on her. "I bet you get enough
practice with your own." Their eyes met. "Unfortunately, I'm not into
sex with women. But you would be quite a handful, I'm sure."
Heather didn't press. This would be easy. "Maybe later we could
talk about this some more"
"I have an engagement later. A man thing. With a big cock for my
pussy."
"There's more than one way to stuff a pussy, you know." Heather
wanted to do it right then, but Barbara wandered back. Her timing was
actually excellent, as it were.
"Well, have we gotten to know each other a bit? Sorry, Cynthia,
but Heather is in demand on the other side of the room."
Barbara steered her away and whispered in her ear. "The others are
in the library waiting for you, read the information I gave you in the
envelope. Are you going through with this?"
"Of course. See you in a bit. If you see us come in and out, don't
interrupt unless something is wrong or you think we have to stop for
some reason. Phase one will be over before dinner." She gave Barbara a
squeeze, reaching past her arm and stroking the side of the bobbing
boob under the dress. Heather's fingers felt hot through the fabric.
Barbara gave a shiver and squeezed the hand against her side. God,
this girl could make her hot.
They parted at the door and Heather hurried to the library.
Knocking softly on the large oak door, she heard the lock turn and
Sherry peeked out. "Oh, good, it's you. Get in here."
Heather slipped inside and tore open the envelope. Inside was a
map of the house, six passes to the private wing, and three bedrooms
marked with an "x". A symbol for a camera was placed in the first
room, with the word "dresser" followed by a "1". "OK, here are the
rooms we can use. Memorize the layout. The camera is in the dresser,
top drawer in the first room. Now, I've already met Cynthia and she
likes girls, although I don't think she's ever had sex with one. This
should be easy. How about you two?"
Sherry spoke first. "Gail. Skinny, gap in her upper teeth. Pretty
in a dark way. Long dark hair piled up on her head. Oh, big tits.
Silicon probably. They look good
on her, but in a way that tells you way too big for the body
naturally, you know what I mean? Definitely not into
women for sex. Smart. The big tits actually look good on her. She's
shy about them, from the way she dresses and holds herself. Probably
hasn't had them too long. Big like that I mean."
"Linda." Traci followed up. "Pretty brunette, short hair, big
boobs as well. At least we know he likes big tits! Not so sharp.
Seemed a bit fuzzy when I came on to her. Confused her. I think she
doesn't know what to think. I should think she'll enjoy it, then be
totally conflicted about it for a long time."
"OK," Heather said. "I'm first. Traci, you're on the camera.
Sherry, wait thirty minutes and then bring Gail up. I'll be the camera
operator for you. You take Traci's pictures. Remember, don't get
carried away. Watch the clock. We have to be down for dinner. Leave
the bimbos in the room afterward to fend for themselves. Now here are
the pills." She gave each of them one. "Slip it in their drink and it
will dissolve in about five seconds. It's pretty much tasteless. It
takes five minutes to hit them and you can tell because their eyes
will defocus and they will start to slur their speech. Just move in
and firmly suggest going somewhere and lying down until they feel
better. They will be confused and not thinking clearly, so don't pay
any attention to what they say from that point on. They are pretty
much putty at that point. Within fifteen minutes, they are going to be
totally under your control, but keep them on their feet and get them
to the room as fast as possible. OK, all set? Good luck everyone."
Heather headed straight across the ballroom for Cynthia, who was
still holding forth in the corner. As she approached, she noticed that
Cynthia's champagne glass was almost empty. She spotted a waiter and
lifted two glasses of the tray, dropping the pill into one from her
palm as her hand crossed the lip of the glass. It dropped to the
bottom and was dissolved before she reached Cynthia. "Hello again."
She held out the glass to Cynthia, who set down her now empty one and
took it.
"Thank you. We do have waiters for this, you know." Heather
wondered if she should smack her.
Instead, she just smiled. "Of course, but I spotted your empty
glass and thought I'd save you the trip. Here's to Lord and Lady
Mouton." She lifted her glass in a toast and Cynthia, to be polite,
raised hers and took a good sip. It was a weak toast, but Heather
couldn't think of anything else.
"So, you said you know Lord Mouton. Do you work for him?" Heather
said as innocently as possible.
Cynthia gave her a curious look and hesitated. "No. Old close
family friend of my father." Which was true. And also a lie. Lord
Mouton kept her in a very expensive exclusive flat in London and paid
all her expenses.
"I understand many of the old families keep in close touch in
England. Like a sort of club of rich people." Heather keep talking.
Cynthia didn't seem to mind the young American's feeble attempts
at conversation. "Yes and no. They all know each other to some extent.
Most are members of the House of Lords, went to the same schools,
belong to the same clubs in London. Hard to miss each other. My daddy
and Lord Mouton were in school and the service together. We kids just
got shipped back and forth between houses and I thought I had more
uncles and aunts. It was very confusing for a while!"
"Oh. Sounds nice. This sure is a beautiful home." Heather looked
around. The room was spectacular, with statues and busts along the
walls, along with many large oil paintings depicting great battles in
British history. As she looked around, she took the occasion to study
Cynthia's eyes and thought she detected a small amount of flush in her
face.
"You look hot."
Cynthia didn't know how to take the comment, given Heather's
earlier attempt to hit on her. "I..."
"The room is a bit warm. Are you OK"
"Oh, I thought..." she giggled. "Yesh, I'm fine..." She slowly
looked at Heather and her eyes were pools as her eyes dilated. Now, in
seconds, her speech was slush. Heather put down their glasses and took
Cynthia's arm firmly at the elbow and began to steer her toward the
side exit. "You need to lie down for a few minutes. You look
terrible."
"Mmmmmm confoozed bit. What happnin."
They cleared the room and headed down the hall toward a side
staircase. In this wing, upstairs at the end was the bedroom. They
headed up the stairs. Heather studied Cynthia's tits as they jiggled
their way up the stairs. She idly wondered if her own boobs were still
in the dress. A glance down told her they were.
"Wrrr goin?"
"There is a bedroom down here where you can lie down for a few
minutes and no one will notice."
"Nice."
"Yes, then I'm going to undress you and fuck you." "Nice.
Fuck me. Nice. Pretty Heather. Nice tits. Don't do it with women."
"Yes, I know. But tonight will be an exception, now won't it?"
They reached the top of the stairs and down the hall a few feet
away as a security guard.
"I'm sorry madam, but this part of the house is a bit off limits
to the guests, I'm afraid." He was handsome and very polite.
Heather fished out the two passes for her and Cynthia and handed
them to the guard. "Yes, well, Lady Mouton asked me to escort her to a
bedroom and tuck her in. Too much champagne I think." The guard saw
the passes were in order and handed them back. He failed to lift his
eyes from the two impressive chests and began to talk to their tits.
"Of course. Don't lose the passes. She looks a bit under the
weather." His eyes were solidly fastened on Heather's partially
exposed nipples.
Heather realized his stare was turning her on. And her nipples
hardened. "Yes, thank you. Be back in a bit. Don't want to be late for
dinner."
He finally looked up. "No, of course not." He blushed. Caught red
handed. "I. Sorry, that was rude."
"Don't apologize. If we put them out on display, we have to expect
the stares. Do you like them?"
He hesitated. "Quite remarkable, if you'll allow me to be frank.
Don't ever remember seeing better. Quite beautiful. Sorry, it is a bit
lonely up here, so..."
Heather leaned over and kissed him on the cheek and whispered in
his ear. "Thank you."
She pushed Cynthia on down the hall, counting doors. At the right
one, she opened the door and guided Cynthia inside and shut the door.
In the low lighting, she could see a four poster canopy bed with a
deep red spread. The room was sumptuously decorated.
Heather took it in with a sweep of her eyes and began to unzip the
back of Cynthia's dress.
"Naughty. Take dress off." Cynthia was trying to talk and couldn't
make sense come out. Heather peeled the dress carefully over her head.
Next came the platform bra and Cynthia's oversized melons drooped a
bit and the nipples went hard from the cool air in the room hitting
them.
Heather began to run her hands over these delightful tits and
decided that she liked their heavy feel in her hands. She leaned
forward and took a turgid nippled deep into her hot mouth and began to
wash the tip with her tongue.
Cynthia groaned. "goshhhh. No. Wrong." She tried to push Heather
away and the weak pushed failed. Heather's hot tongue was making her
horny, in spite of being half-drugged.
Heather changed nipples and firmly manipulated the breasts with
her hands, pushing the swollen flesh around. Funny, she thought, you
can't tell there is silicon in there. They feel like mine, only
harder. Suddenly, she was hot herself. Keep your mind on what you are
doing, she thought. She guided Cynthia to the bed and realized that
Cynthia didn't have on pantyhose or stockings. Just a pair of very
sexy, incredibly brief silk panties. The woman did have a truly
voluptuous shape. Now Heather's pussy was soaking wet. Focus, she
thought.
She pulled the stays off the canopy at each post and quickly tied
Cynthia's arms back and to the corners.
"Oh, I slave. Don't hurt master. Heather fuck me. No, please."
Heather pulled the woman's panties down and laid them on a chair.
In seconds, she tied the woman's ankles to the lower posts and then
quickly removed her dress and underwear. Sitting on the edge of the
bed, she again began to rub the woman's breasts, enjoying their firm
resistance on her palms. They stood up with almost no tendency to sag
to the sides. The nipples were rock hard and dug into her palms as she
rasped her hands over them, beginning to pull and tug gently on them.
Cynthia groaned. Heather could smell hot pussy and realized the
woman was very turned on. She relaxed. At this point, she decided to
enjoy fucking the woman and forget why she was there with her.
She got up on the bed and straddled one of Cynthia's restrained
thighs and began to lick and suck these delicious oversized breasts.
Cynthia's breath was getting very ragged and she was now whimpering
and groaning slightly. The licking moved lower and lower, always
returning to the wrinkled nipples and then she started to bite.
Cynthia finally gasped out a request. "Ohhhhhh. Fuck me. Heather.
Fuck me. Jesus." She said it clearly and distinctly, the slurring from
her speech gone. It alarmed Heather and she sat up and stared into
Cynthia's eyes. They were still very dilated, indicating the drug was
now in full effect. She relaxed again. She wasn't sure just how much
time was left before Traci would arrive to take pictures, so she
decided to pick up the pace and be sure they were ready. Sliding down,
she began to lick up the sides of Cynthia's thighs and around the
edges of the soaking wet pussy. It's fresh, hot smell was driving her
own erotic reaction higher and higher.
"Ohhhhhh. Lick me. Yes. Make me cum." Deep into the lust pushing
the fuzzy effect of the drug from her brain, Cynthia was now more and
more focused on the pulsing fire pouring out of her cunt into her
belly and brain. Her chest was on fire, the nipples feeling cold and
electric. Unlike some women who get implants and loose most of the
feeling in their nipples, her breasts had come alive after the
operation to a level much greater than before.
Heather reversed her position and now was in a 69, finally
lowering her head and pushing her tongue between the swollen lips. She
was greeted with a hot flow of lubrication as she plowed her tongue up
and down the folds. Cynthia shuddered and groaned and gasped, twisting
against her bonds as the heat in her thighs shot to her brain in
growing cascades.
Without warning, and much to her astonishment, Heather suddenly
felt Cynthia's hot tongue on her ass and then penetrate her own steamy
pussy. The insertion of a very long tongue deep inside her brought her
to a halt for a moment as she became captive to her own rising lust.
"Oh, that is nice." Heather said, almost to herself. "Don't stop."
Cynthia mumbled back. Lust now focused her and drove her. Although one
part of her was amazed at what was going on, she continued to lick the
woman's pussy and push her tongue inside. She'd never done this
before, but her first attempt was none to bad and Heather was shortly
gasping herself, now bent back to the task at hand. It wouldn't be
long now. Maybe they would cum together.
Now intent on what she was doing, Heather didn't hear the door
open and close or the drawer to the dresser slide open and shut. It
was only when Traci settled on the bed next to them, camera in hand,
that she looked up.
"You look like you're having fun, not dishing out punishment to
this evil woman."
Heather was sitting up and fucking Cynthia's face as the eager
tongue washed her insides. Her belly tightened and she shivered. "She
just started." It was a gasp. Her breath became more and more uneven.
Traci recognized the symptoms.
"Hey, my young lover. Look, I can't take pictures of you if your
face is in the field of view, and we can't see her face with it buried
in your pussy like this. Cum and then finish her off. Hurry up."
Heather's head was back and she couldn't be sure she was paying
attention. Her nostrils were flared and she was gasping and shaking
uncontrollably.
"Oh! She's making me cummmmmmm!" Heather reached out and grasped
Traci's shoulder to brace herself as she felt her stomach go solid and
a wave of heat begin to pour across her front. Traci, out of habit,
began to stroke Heather's bounding tits and pull the long nipples. The
orgasm slammed through her and she shook hard. It was a minute or two
before she could continue on Cynthia. She moved out of the 69 and
between her legs and began to make her cum with her tongue. Cynthia
began to groan and then her back bent and she came in Heather's mouth.
Traci shot a series of photos, being careful to keep the Heather's
face out of the pictures, but clearly showing Heather's breast and
sometimes a bit of the curve of her hip and her pussy. Cynthia's face
was lovely as the lust coursing through her body showed clearly on her
face. The woman was clearly enjoying the experience. Too, bad she's
not going to like the ending to this little escapade, Traci thought.
Nice body.
"OK, kid, we got what we wanted. You can quit now." "Just a
minute. She's ready to go again." Heather sucked the hard button of
Cynthia's clit between her lips and Cynthia came again with a wild
cry. A couple of quick licks and Heather sat up. "Too bad. I like
her."
"You like everyone. Get dressed. Sherry's next door now and you
have to take the photos. I'm on my way down to the party to pick up my
target. Hurry."
They hugged.
Traci headed back down the hall. Heather dressed as fast as
possible, put Cynthia's pass on the chair with her clothes and slipped
through the door to the room next door through the adjoining passage.
Gail was tied to the bed naked, with her oversized melons
thrusting straight up in defiance of gravity. Sherry had a gag on her
and her legs were tied up high to the tops of the posts, holding
Gail's legs up almost at right angles to her hips and wide apart.
Sherry was between her legs licking like mad and Gail was twisting and
groaning and yelling into the gag. Sherry was still dressed! Gail was
sweating and her skin glistened in the dim light in the room.
"Sherry, for God's sake, you have to get out of that dress. We
have to make sure you can't be identified."
Sherry lifted her head long enough to say. "OK, you undo me and
help me out of the clothes. Then suck her boobs or something. The
bitch just won't cum."
"She doesn't like it?"
Heather had set down the camera and was pulling Sherry's dress up
and then over her head. She unsnapped her bra and it fell to the floor
by her knees. Her pert breasts hung down slightly. Heather eased her
French cut panties off and eased her shoes off and put everything on a
chair out of the way.
Sherry finally responded. "Not at first. She really yelled, bucked
and damn near knocked me out a couple of times with the knees. So I
tied her up like this and gagged her with a scarf from the dresser
over there." Sherry buried her tongue in the now slick pussy and Gail
groaned and her hips bucked again against Sherry's mouth. Sherry came
up for air. "But she finally got hot, she just doesn't cum. I think
she's so hot she must be ready to explode. But she just keeps
moaning." She buried her face in the steamy pussy and began to tickle
the hard clit again. Gail whimpered and moaned.
Heather sat on the edge of the bed and began to stroke the firm
breast next to her. She leaned forward and said.
"Do you want us to stop?" Gail opened her dilated eyes and tried
to focus on Heather's face. She shuddered as Sherry's tongue roared up
into her pussy again. Her face glistened with sweat. "No." She shook
her head.
"Do you ever have orgasms?" It was a valid question. Maybe this
was a mission impossible and they should just take staged photos and
get out.
No. Another head shake.
"Sherry's very good at what she's doing. Maybe this time."
No. "I'm going to take off the gag so you can breathe. Please
don't scream or we'll have to put it back on. There, better?"
Gail's head was back and she was groaning and whimpering. "Please,
fuck me, please, put something in my pussy and fuck me. Oh, my God.
This is so fucking good."
"Sherry, do you have a dildo in your purse?"
"No." And back into the cunt.
Heather glanced around the room and spotted a candelabra on the
dresser. She went over and removed a fat blue candle from the holder
and returned to the bed. "Here, any port in a storm."
Sherry looked up and took the candle and slid it into her mouth
and got it very wet, when pressed the fat end into the open hole in
front of her. Gail began to groan and hump the candle as inch after
inch went in, filling her up.
"Yes, oh, so big. Nice big cock. Fuck me hard." Sherry began to
pump the candle in and out and lick the now exposed clit. Sherry was
bucking and twitching. But she didn't cum.
Heather took a nipple in her mouth and sucked and pulled hard on
the other one, twisting it around her finger.
"AHHHHHHHH!" Gail gasped from the overload of sensations. She had
never been so hot in her entire life and was now out of control. Her
control slipped away and then Heather bit her nipple hard. The sharp
pain cut though whatever block in her brain existed to having an
orgasm and in the short seconds it took to focus on the pain, the
overloaded orgasm exploded in her brain and her belly and she screamed
and came with a violent shudder against Sherry's mouth.
Heather clamped her hand over the woman's mouth, but she was only
whimpering and moaning now. Heather grabbed the camera and before
Sherry lifted her head, Heather snapped a half dozen perfect shots of
the overheated, spread-eagled woman with a candle in her cunt and a
woman licking her clit.
Heather tapped Sherry on the back of the head. "OK, hot stuff. She
went off like a bomb. I got the pictures and you need to get dressed
to shoot Traci and Linda."
Sherry squatted back on her heels and slowly removed the obscene
candle from the still pulsing pussy. "Do you really think it was her
first orgasm? I mean, ever? God, that made me horny."
"Might have been. She was really on overload when it finally came.
I bit her hard to refocus her for a moment and then she was able to
release. Poor thing. God, I can't imagine not cumming. I'd explode.
Come to think of it, that's about what she just did. Yeah, I'm horny
too. I'm saving something for Barbara."
"You're crazy to try that. You better not get caught." She helped
Sherry into her dress and headed out of the room and back downstairs.
Two down and one to go. She hoped Traci didn't have any problems. She
checked her watch and it was twenty minutes to dinner. Five minutes
late, but they could do it.
Sherry made sure Gail's stuff was over the chair and her pass was
on her underpants and then she untied the exhausted woman. Gail was
still trying to focus and talk.
"You raped... me."
"I guess you're right. You seemed to enjoy it." Sherry paused.
"Don't leave me."
"I'm next door for a few minutes, then I'll come back and check on
you. Your clothes are on the chair and when the drug wears off, you
can go back downstairs. You'll be fine."
"No. Mean. Make love to me again. Pless." Her speech was very
slurred again.
Sherry stroked her arm. "Did you like the orgasm?"
"Fantastic. Unbelievable. Again, please."
"Sorry, can't right now. And somehow I think when you are feeling
a bit more together, you aren't going to like me so much." She patted
her again and ran her hand up over one of those magnificent tits. The
nipple was still rock hard. Gail shivered with arousal. Sherry removed
her hand and stared at the woman. She realized she was very attracted
to her and it came as a complete surprise. "I know you won't believe
this, in spite of what I, I mean we, just did to you, but I really am
attracted to you. Too bad there isn't any way now."
She turned and left. Gail struggled to turn her head and watched
the beautiful blonde leave by the connecting door. Then she closed her
eyes and slept for a few minutes. The drug was starting to wear off.
Sherry found Traci undressing a very blitzed Linda. Sherry quickly
undid the long dark hair and they lifted her on to the bed and tied
her down. Traci slipped out of her things.
Sherry found herself admiring Traci's wonderful boobs. So full,
heavy and loose enough to jiggle like jell as she walked. Heather had
told her about how those tits turned her on every time Traci moved
around and now she fully understood Heather's attraction. And found
herself thinking of those equally wonderful oversized tits next door
on Gail. Jesus, she wished she could figure out how to get close to
Gail, but it was impossible now. The woman would hate her for sure.
"Well, we are running very late. We don't have time to actually
have sex with her. Get the camera and I'll pose for the pictures."
Traci said, moving into position up on the bed between Linda's legs.
Linda appeared to be watching, but said nothing.
Sherry didn't think that was right. "No, we have to get her off
like the others. It wouldn't be fair to her."
Traci was astonished. "Fair? What the hell has fair got to do with
this? The bitch is cheating with Barbara's husband. Get the camera."
"No. Eat her. I'll suck her tits. We can get her over the top in a
few minutes. Look, she's even trying to make room for you to get in
there. She wants it."
"We haven't got time." But Traci eased down and began licking the
outside lips. To her surprise, Linda was already wet. Maybe Sherry was
right. Maybe they could get her off and make it down to dinner. "You
might be right. OK, you work her over up top."
Sherry already lowered her head and took in yet another hard-
tipped nipple. This was a night of titsucking for sure.
For the first time, Linda made a sound. A sigh. Followed by
another as Traci shoved her tongue deep inside Linda's now sopping
slit. In... Out. Up to the clit. Linda shivered and moaned. Sherry
traded breasts and sucked in the other one, leaving a cold, wet nipple
between her fingers and thumb. She squeezed and kneaded the tight
flesh. Linda gave a small cry of excitement. Linda's belly was already
quivering and Traci began to suck her clit in and out between her
tight lips, licking the tip as it came inside her hot mouth.
"Shit!" Linda cried as electric shocks from her clit exploded in
her brain. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" Sherry knew Traci was really working her over
down there. She moved back to the first tit again and pulled as much
as possible inside her mouth, a loosing battle at best, given the
enormous size of the silicon enhanced mound. But the heat in her mouth
drove Linda wild and a hot flush raced across Linda's chest. She felt
like her whole body was on fire and the tension in her belly was
starting to spread. She was about to cum.
Sherry spotted the signs and pulled away and grabbed the camera.
"Cummmmmmmmming!" Linda shouted in an orgasmic release as her hips
lifted Traci up off the bed, shivering and shuddering in spastic
jerks.
The camera clicked and clicked and Sherry had six perfect shots of
Linda with a woman between her legs, clearly in the middle of an
intense orgasm. Her nipples were rock hard.
"OK, Traci. We got the pictures. Get dressed while I rewind the
film and ditch the camera. Come on, come on." Traci struggled into her
outfit, turning to let Sherry zip her up. "That made me horny."
"Yeah. I think we all have that problem now. OK, nice and easy, we
untie her, leave her clothes and pass, and go down to dinner. We have
five minutes. Move it."
They appeared in the ballroom just as the dinner gong sounded.
Their escorts were waiting by the door and they slid into line in the
perfect seating order.
It turned out they were just opposite Barbara and her husband
across the very wide table. It had a long table cloth that hung almost
to the floor all the way around. Barbara beamed when she saw all three
women in their chairs, chatting away with their dinner companions,
getting acquainted. Heather looked over, and when Barbara's husband
was looking the other way, she held up three fingers, gave a thumbs
up, and briefly flashed the roll of film in her palm. Well, I'll be
damned. Barbara thought. Three sexually compromised women and they did
it right upstairs. I wish I could have seen it while they did it.
She had been wondering all evening what else they had in mind, but
couldn't figure it out. She couldn't leave her guests, and there just
wouldn't be any opportunity that she could see. Walking around naked
under her dress had made her very aware of her body and she was now
very horny and her pussy was moist. She forced herself to pay polite
attention to the gentleman next to her. A diplomat from the continent,
he was a charming man, if a bit of letch. Twice this evening, as she
made her rounds, she had felt him squeeze her ass and had to firmly
remove the offending hand. Not that she minded having her ass
squeezed, but certainly not by him. He wasn't the only one, of course,
just one of the more objectionable.
The first course was served and the chatter around the table was
joined by the clatter of silverware on expensive china. Everyone was
hungry, fueled by the lateness of the hour and the alcohol consumed in
the hours before in the ballroom. As Heather looked around, she
noticed that a lot of people seemed a bit drunk. She was impressed by
the glittery show of wealth and power in the room. It appeared most of
the cabinet and the prime minister and their wives were there, and too
many others she couldn't begin to remember. She couldn't wait to tell
her parents about meeting Barbara and about this dinner party.
Suitably cleaned up of course. She was sure they wouldn't approve of
her sexual escapades. Not hardly.
The main course came and Heather took a deep breath. She leaned
forward and caught Sherry's eye and nodded. Sherry asked Heather's
dinner companion a question and engaged him in conversation and
Heather dropped a tablet in the man's wine. Then, waiting a few
seconds, she proposed a toast to the evening and he drank deeply. He
clearly was hoping the evening would turn out to be a bit more than
just escorting this gorgeous woman to dinner.
His jaw had dropped when he'd seen her approaching the dinner
line. Usually, they were old, widowed, bemused, and clearly only
interested in not being alone at the dinner table for appearances sake
only. As Heather watched him and chatted away about this and that, she
realized he was very handsome in an English way, very well educated,
and trying very hard to impress her. She felt guilty about the trick
she was about to play on him, but it was too late now to change plans.
And then, in mid-sentence, he starting making no sense, realized it,
tried again, and mangled the sentence again. His eyes got all swimmy
and dilated and he slouched a bit in his chair, looking confused. He
tried again. And the result was even worse.
Heather looked past him and nodded to Sherry. Then she leaned
close to him and whispered, "It will wear off after a bit. Just sit
and be quiet and relax. Sherry will look after you."
He tried to look at her and his reflexes were shot. Sherry leaned
close and whispered something in his ear. He sat for a long moment and
finally his head turned away from Heather toward Sherry. The man with
Traci on her right was eagerly chatting her up and everyone on the
other side of the table was busy with each other. Seizing the moment,
she dropped her napkin on the floor, pushed her chair back just an
inch or so and then leaned down to pick up the napkin, only she kept
right on going, ducking under the tablecloth and out of sight. It only
took two seconds and remarkably, no one noticed. She began to make her
way over to Barbara, whose dress and nice legs were clearly visible in
the dim light about fifteen feet away.
Sherry had determined that she might have to do more than just
chat with the now-drugged escort to her right, so she had determined
to keep him very focused on something else. Putting her plan in
action, she pulled the tablecloth up a bit over her lap and his and
gently began to work the zipper on his pants down. He felt the pull
but couldn't get organized enough to do more than look generally in
her direction with a slight frown on his face. She worked the fly open
and reached inside.
Heather eased her skirt up around her waist so she could move and
crawled slowly over to Barbara. As she arrived, she decided to very
gently let Barbara know she was there, breathing hot air on her thigh.
Barbara stiffened from the unexpected air on her leg and she gave a
start. The hot air came again and she froze. Looking across the table,
she could see that Heather's chair was empty and she suddenly realized
that she was under the table! Almost too amazed to react, she knew at
once what Heather had in mind and she knew she'd let her do it.
Excited all evening by the events in the house, she was now going to
get personal treatment and she was a more than willing participant.
Heather gently pressed her lips to the woman's knee and began to
caress the back of her calf. Barbara signaled her acceptance and
permission by widening her legs to reveal her pussy and then she began
a slow wiggle to get her restrictive skirt up higher. As the skirt
inched upward, Heather followed the moving hem, kissing and licking
the white flesh. Barbara was now very turned on and eager to give
Heather access to her pussy, but the long skirt fought her quick
attempts to hoist it up and she has to settle for slow progress. It
just added to her excitement.
Sherry now had her hand wrapped around the stiffening cock inside
the man's boxers and lifted it free and out into the air. She
continued to converse with her own companion. Before she publicly
acknowledged her Lesbianism, she had dated lots of boys in high school
and college and to foil their unwelcome sexual advances, but not get
them too angry, she had become a master at giving handjobs.
Automatically, she began to squeeze and stroke the now hard rod and
tickle the head in a perfect combination of changing sensations that
she knew he would find irresistible. It was. He groaned faintly and
his breathing quickened. In spite of herself, she smiled at that.
Haven't lost my touch!
Barbara's skirt was now up high enough and Heather began to lick
the purple lips and mat of hair. She wasn't surprised to find her
already wet. She was herself from the excitement of what she was
doing. Barbara gave a groan and realized immediately that she had to
find something to keep herself quiet. Fortunately, dessert arrived and
it was apple pie. She stuffed her mouth full and chewed very slowly.
Even so, her breath was now quite ragged and coming in short gasps
through flared nostrils. Heather's tongue began to push the outer lips
aside and then the tip entered her vagina and Barbara thought she'd
faint with excitement. Her pussy was already so hot she thought it'd
explode. She stuffed another large fork full of pie in and closed her
eyes. Sweat was beading on her upper lip and she was twitching in her
chair with short thrusts trying to get more of Heather's tongue up
inside her.
Sherry was now increasing the speed of stroking on the
surprisingly long cock and pre-cum was pouring from the small slit at
the end. Using it as lubricant, she spread it around the back edge of
the head and began to slowly pump. She could feel him feebly attempt
to hump back. Heather better get back here soon. Dessert is almost
over. She noticed that Barbara was stuffing in the pie and her face
was bright red and her eyes were droopy. Go, Heather, go. She can't
last much longer! Sherry pumped faster in anticipation to Heather's
quick success.
Heather now had her tongue buried deep in the delicious twat in
front of her, her nose rubbing the rock hard clit. Barbara's
excitement was demonstrating itself with flying colors as lubrication
poured from the woman in a steady stream. The aroma as overwhelmingly
erotic and Heather felt herself get hotter and hotter. Barbara was
jerking and twitching and one leg slowly rose and settled on Heather's
shoulder. Taking the clit between her lips, she began to suck and
press on the erect bud. Barbara now could feel the approaching orgasm
and reached with a spastic hand for more pie. Her plate was empty! She
became frantic and spotted the fact that her husband had not touched
his. She reached over and picked up his plate. He raised a questioning
eyebrow, as his wife almost never ate sweets.
"Nothing to eat all day. I'm still famished. I hope you don't
mind." It was more a machine gun delivery as she shoved a huge chunk
of pie into her mouth and closed her eyes.
Sherry casually slipped her napkin over the turgid cock to her
right and began to pump firmly through the fabric. She felt him
stiffen, then give an involuntary jerk and the first wad of cum shot
from his cock into the napkin, its heat spreading through her palm.
Then the next and a third. Finally, as she slowed down, several more
drops forced there way out to expand the pool of white fluid now
wetting the cloth. Sherry slowly wiped off the cockhead and folded the
napkin and casually laid it up on the table. After few minutes, she
returned and replaced his now limp cock in his boxers and managed to
pull the zipper up an inch or so. Then it defeated her. The man now
sat slumped in his seat. He would have to just be embarrassed if
anyone noticed his fly open.
Barbara felt the tension in her thighs rise spectacularly. Her
other leg was now sticking straight out, trembling. And then, the wave
of tension burst deliciously and heat flooded across her belly and up
into her chest, driving her breath from her in a spasm and she gave a
cry in spite of her mouth being full of food. Apple filling dribbled
down her chin. She jerked again and again and then Heather slowed down
and stopped, retreating, pulling Barbara's dress partially down. She
hurried back to her side of the table.
Arriving just after her escorts orgasm, she twisted around and
pulled down her dress a bit, then backed her tail onto the edge of the
chair and pushed back up past the drooping tablecloth and sat up. She
slowly smoothed her dress and casually looked around. No one had
noticed or was even looking her way! Relief flooded through her.
Sherry leaned forward and grinned. Heather winked back and Sherry
casually picked up her napkin and wiped her mouth, looking at Heather.
Heather realized her face must be a mess and she wiped her lips
carefully. Then, she noticed the large wet stain in the cloth and
realized what it was! As she did so, she looked over at Barbara and
saw her husband making a big fuss. She was pushing him away, her face
still beet red. Then she looked over at Heather and winked, grinned
briefly and turned back to settle her husband back down.
Heather managed to eat one piece of pie before the table began to
rise and the dinners head back to the ballroom. She got her escort on
his feet and carefully guided him into the other room and propped him
against the wall and left him there, then started looking around for
Traci and Sherry. She found them on the other side of the room with
Barbara.
As she approached, Barbara spotted her and her face broke into a
broad smile. "Well, young lady, I hope you got enough pie for the
evening!"
"I rather think it was more delicious than yours, I'm sure."
Barbara leaned very close and said in a low voice. "When you said
it would be an exciting evening, you weren't fooling. Thank you. I
won't forget this party, I can assure you."
Heather pressed the film container into her hand and Barbara
slipped it into her pocket.
"The camera is in the last bed room. And the beds are a mess, so
you might want a maid to go and straighten up a bit."
"Way ahead of you dear. Did any of them protest?" "Gail, but once
Sherry got her hot, she shut up and had the first orgasm she ever had.
So, she can't complain too much. It's obvious your husband loves
really big tits."
"Yes, and mine are modest and he wanted me to be a cow like them
and I refused. Maybe it was a mistake."
"Well, I think your chest is beautiful. Don't change a thing."
Barbara squeezed her arm and said, "I have to start seeing guests
out at the door. You and your friends better leave early. Sorry, there
might be a few scenes later. We don't need a confrontation."
Heather went to tell Traci and Sherry they had to leave soon and
they disengaged from their dinner escorts with some difficulty and
made for the coat room.
They said good night and Barbara pressed an envelope into
Heather's hand as they left. In the limo, she opened it and read to
herself:
"Heather, Traci, and Sherry: What a night! I'm still tingling.
Thanks for the pictures. I know just what to do with them. Remember,
we have a hot date Thursday night. Now I can't wait.
Barbara"
The three of them sat back in their seats and retold the night's
adventures all the way back into town. They giggled and got hot all
over. It was dawn before the collapsed across the bed, entangled in
each other's arms and legs, wet thighs and sheets telling the tale of
their passion. Barbara missed the best part of the evening.
End Pt. 26 (A-C)
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From: pjchris@cpcug.org (Paul Christiansen)
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Subject: NEW STORY: Heather Pt. 27A [A-H] [FF]
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After a long absence, Heather is back and we can only
hope her latest escapades are as satisfying to the
reader as her previous ones seem to have been. New
readers discovering Heather for the first time can find
her previous adventures archived at :[ ].
http://www.geocities.com/soho/3636
or
FTP 130.89.222.92 (Might be down over the holidays)
As always, if
you cannot reach these locations, please e-mail me for
the parts you are missing and I'll send them along. If
I have enough requests, I'll repost the entire series
to A.S.S. Discussion, as always, should be done over
in alt.sex.stories.d or via e-mail direct.
On another note, with the anon service gone, I realize
many past corrispondants who felt free to discuss
things with the author will no longer be able to do
that. Hello to all of you and I hope you are well and
happy. The discussions were always stimulating and
thought provoking, let it be said that it makes me sad.
To those who might want to contact the author, all
corrispondance is kept in strictest confidence and all
notes erased unless retained with permission as ideas
for future episodes for Heather. I have kept my old
anon nickname here, but you know how to contact me.
Now, finally, on with the story......which picks up in
England from where we left the group in Part 26. (See
how much you forgot already! ;-)
The Adventures of Heather, Pt. 27A [A-H]
By Ramapo
The morning dawned bright and sunny with a brisk
breeze from the North, a complete change from the gale
the night before. The crowd at the gallery had been
large and very interested in Heather's work. She found
herself in high demand throughout the evening and when
they finally closed up and headed back to the hotel,
she realized she was exhausted. In spite of Traci's
gentle attempts to arouse her for a late night
lovemaking session, for once her body refused to
respond and she drifted off to sleep in moments.
Traci, frustrated at not having enough time alone
with Heather over the last few weeks had found her own
needs going unsatisfied and in the darkened room,
frustrated and tired, she began to weep into her
pillow. She knew she was exhausted from the strain of
the trip and taking care of all the business
arrangements with the gallery. And then there was the
unexpected complications of Barbara and the dinner
party. And now yet another late night had taken its
toll and pushed her over the edge. She hated feeling
weepy like this and tried to push it down. The harder
she fought it, the more the tears came.
She suddenly felt a gentle hand on her shoulder.
It was Sherry, just out from the bathroom.
"Are you OK?" Sherry's pretty face looked
concerned.
Traci wiped away a tear and tried to smile. "Just
too tired I guess. I'm fine."
Sherry sat on the side of the bed and rubbed
Traci's arm. Traci knew immediately Sherry was
inviting her to her bed. Tired or not, the tension in
her belly immediately rose and she suddenly realized
just how horny she was. God, they say the men are
always ready to go. Maybe this is what it's like for
men. Hormones driving you do it. Anywhere. Anytime.
With anybody. Sherry looked so beautiful and erotic in
the dim light, her blond hair spilling down one side of
her head and over her breast and on to her waist.
But Sherry wasn't just anybody. Traci had grown
to like her more than just a little over the last few
days and found her an exciting, erotic creature to be
around. Her freshly washed hair smelled wonderful as
the aroma of her shampoo settled around them.
"You and Heather aren't getting enough time alone
with me around. Maybe I should go home tomorrow and
leave you two to...well, alone for a bit."
"No! Oh, no. I mean, please don't go. We act
like a couple of nuts around each other and maybe we're
a bit too much at times. I should be able to spend
some time without....well, without sex and not get all
weepy." She picked up a tissue from the nightstand and
dried her eyes. She noticed that Sherry's hand had not
left her arm, but continued to gently stroke it.
"I understand. Really. And, I mean, sex with
Heather is so intense." She paused. "I'm sorry, she's
your lover and I shouldn't....." Sherry stopped.
"No. It's OK. You're right. We're like animals
together. It scares me sometimes just how intense sex
with her can get. Like it's a battle or something.
The orgasms are, well, earth shaking is a cliche, but
it really does fit. Half the time I feel like the top
of my head will blow off. She's made me dizzy and
breathless so many time's I've lost count." Sherry
stopped, then resumed stroking her arm. The backs of
her fingernails were now strategically positioned so
that they were also stroking the side of Traci's
breast. Traci looked down and watched the red nails
slide along her full, heavy tit. The nipple tightened
harder and harder and ached. Sherry made her move and
cupped the hard nipple in the palm of her hand and
pressed the full flesh down and cause a wave of heat to
flow across Traci's front. Traci's now racing hormones
took control of her and her pussy tingled with
anticipation. Her need gave her a surge of energy.
"Not here," she whispered. Traci swung her legs
over the side of the bed and Sherry moved ahead of her
to the other bed, reaching down and pulling her nighty
over her head in a quick motion. She turned and faced
Traci as she approached.
Sherry reached out and slowly slipped the straps
off Traci's shoulders and the nighty dropped, held up
only by the swollen nipples on the ends of the heavy,
rippling breasts. She stroked the sides and tops to
the bulging flesh and Traci shivered.
"I wish I had big tits." She slipped the nighty
off the nipples and it fell to Traci's hips momentarily
and then on to the floor. Traci felt the sexual
tension between her legs soar. She was very wet
already with anticipation what was to come. She
realized she felt as relaxed with Sherry as with
Heather when they began to make love. Her mind was
just filling with erotic excitement to match her body's
reactions to Sherry's advances.
"Your's are beautiful." Sherry murmured as she
stroked and lifted them heavily in her hands. Traci
felt her knees go weak. Sherry was rolling the nipples
expertly and sparks shot between her legs.
"I always wanted to be big and really fill a
blouse to overflowing. Bounce and look heavy and sexy.
Have long sensitive nipples that were always hard under
a sweater. The kind men drool over and other women are
jealous of." She began to squeeze the rigid nipples
harder. Traci gave a whimper. Sherry moved closer and
slipped a hand up behind Traci's neck and pulled her
mouth onto Traci's. Her hot tongue slid inside Traci's
now open mouth and their tongues met in a slow, erotic
dance of saliva and tender bites.
Even as she kissed Traci, her mind wandered for a
second to the enormous inflated breasts of the women
they had drugged and raped at the party. Her pussy
went totally wet at the thought of getting her own huge
tits. They had felt so good in her hands and while she
sucked them. Heavy and solid. Tight. And big. Really
big. Eye popping big. Shivers were racing up and down
her spine at the mental image of such big boobs hanging
out in front of her, the weight of them pulling on her
shoulders and chest.
Sherry kept up the careful rubbing of the extended
nipple and slid a thigh between Traci's legs, cocking
it up until at last she could feel the red hot,
slippery cunt begin to slide along the top, leaving a
trail of lubrication as she worked it slowly in and
out. The clit began to fill and go stiff, poking out
from its hood just a bit. She knew Traci must be very
horny after all this time with so little sex with
Heather and she took advantage of it. Heather had told
her how physical they were all the time. Sherry was
also blessed with a very high sex drive, but she
suspected Heather and Traci's activities would leave
her behind over the long run. One thing she knew was
that Heather was completely out of her league in terms
of sex. She was often exhausted from sex with Heather,
only finding her eager for more, like it was only a
warm-up or something.
Traci was now in Sherry's control and gave herself
to her. Her horniness had raised her arousal to
extreme heights very quickly and she now leaned into
the slow fuck going on between her legs, opening her
legs wide and giving the thin thigh full and easy
access to her inflamed pussy. Her orgasm was rapidly
approaching in spite of Sherry's relaxed, slow thrusts.
"I'm going to cum, honey." Traci said with a very
shaky voice.
"Already? Go for it. We've got all night."
Sherry felt pleased at how well she was pleasuring
Traci as she moved her thigh away and slid her hand
down over Traci's flat stomach and two experienced
fingers buried themselves in Traci's now totally open
twat. The tip of one found Traci's g-spot and Traci's
pussy pulsed with fire.
"OH!" Traci cried into Sherry's ear. "Now. I'm
going.........Ahh. Ahhh. Ungh. Ahhnnmmmmm."
The gasp and shudder signalled her rapid release
as Sherry continued to pump fingers in and out.
Finally, Sherry guided Traci on to her bed and lay down
beside her, stroking her breasts with the fluid from
her own cunt, dipping her fingers over and over in
Traci's copious flow. Both these women got unusually
wet during sex. Sherry loved it.
Traci sighed. "I needed that. Ummmmmm. That's
nice." She was still floating on the sensations and
coming down very slowly.
Now a third finger joined the first two and Traci
was opened a bit wider. "Oh, god. That's good. Long
fingers. Fuck me." Her hips lifted to meet the
plunging fingers. A fourth finger joined in and Traci
gasped with pleasure.
The cone of fingers pumped steadily. Traci's hips
joined the rhythm and she began to groan. Sherry
leaned down and pulled as much of Traci's more than
ample left tit into her mouth and sucked harder and
harder. The nipple stung and gave off sparks of
electric across Traci's now brightly blushing chest.
On her knees now, next to Traci's humping figure,
Traci's legs wide open and the knees slightly raised,
Sherry cupped her fingers carefully together and slid
her hand into Traci's now stretched pussy, fisting
her.
Whatever sudden nervousness Traci might have felt
as she realized she was about to be fisted for the
first time in her life was blown away by the intense
feeling of fullness she now felt. The pressure was
exploding nerve endings deep inside her in a way she
had never experienced before. Her internal organs were
pushed out of the way and her tingling clit practically
exploded out of its now tightly stretched hood.
In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. Faster and
faster, the fist pumped her and she tried to follow the
rhythm and driffed out of control. An arm slammed down
onto the bed and still she didn't come.
InOutInOutInOutInOut.
Slick.Slick.Slick.Slick.Slick. Her wetness made
soft sucking sounds as the fist pressed further and
further up into her and now only Sherry's thinner wrist
was to be seen pumping in and out. The ball of her fist
was now buried in the honey pot. Deeper it went. Slick.Slick.Slick.Slick.
Traci was breathless.
"On.......my......god........god.........god.....no......oh.....ahhhh. Ohhhhh. God.....shit....oh. Oh.
OH!" Her orgasm stunned her. Literally stunned her.
Her vagina clamped down on the trusting arm but
couldn't stop it. Her head was pressed down so hard
into the mattress that her back lifted clear of the
bed, her body lifting has her trembling legs dug in at
the heels and her pussy thrust out at Sherry's
wonderful and overwhelming assault on her hole.
Slick.Slick.Slick.Slick.Slick. Sherry's arm
was disappearing to an incredible depth. Fisting was
one thing Sherry loved and loved to do. Especially to
fisting virgins. They went crazy once they relaxed and
let it happen.
Then, finally, she slowed the tempo and Traci,
still twitching and trembling, lowered to the bed.
Sherry left her fist and arm deep inside Traci. Left
it there until Traci realized just how deep she was
inside her. Could feel the new pressure and sensations
so deep inside. Traci moaned.
"My god, girl. Are you still in me? She raised
her head and could see over half of Sherry's forearm
was inside. "Oh, wow! Unbelievable!" Never in a
million years would she have believed she could absorb
that much. She fell back, trembling.
Sherry began a very slow retreat. Traci
shuddered. Her hips twitched over and over as the
outraged nerves cried out from the sudden absence of
pressure. And then the balled fist reached the
stretched opening and Sherry let it stretch the lips of
the vagina till they were tight as a drum and Traci's
clit stood straight up out of its hood. She leaned
over and began to lick the
tender bud and Traci whimpered.
"No. No. Too Sensitive. Damn you. Stop. Stop!
Oh. Shit." It hurt a bit at first as the
oversensitive clit sent fire up her loins. Then, hot
fire replaced the pain and she felt her belly grow
tense yet again. In only seconds she was racing to a
third orgasm. The over-stretched entrance between her
legs was shooting sparks to join in the fury of the
wave of heat spreading up her body, across her chest.
Her body was sweating heavily and her body was
glistening in the dim light of the room. And then she
stopped breathing and came in a wild shudder that left
her trembling violently on the bed. A fist buried in
her twat, her clit clenched between two sparkling white
teeth and red lips, stretched out to its full length.
In her mind she could see what Sherry was doing to her.
Darkness appeared at the edge of her still
exploding mind, and finally, slowly, it closed in on
the fire and overwhelmed it. Still trembling, total
relaxation washed over her and she slept.
Sherry removed her fist very, very carefully and
licked off her hand. The woman was delicious. Somehow
she had known that Traci needed someone to make very
violent love to her and leave her exhausted so she'd
sleep. At least, Sherry was sure SHE wanted to
violently make love to somebody.
It had left her horny as hell, but soon she
slipped a finger between her legs and began to stroke
the inflamed lips of her own pussy. She glanced over
at Heather, still snoring lightly and decided she
wouldn't wake her up. Another finger disappeared
inside, then a third and she bent her head back and
closed her eyes. The first orgasm left her horny for
many more.
One thing she knew well was how to do was give
pleasure to herself and for the next hour, she worked
her body out until it was too exhausted to continue.
As she fingered herself to orgasm after orgasm, she
dreamed of oversized inflated breasts hanging from her
frame, their out thrust weight and hard nipples turning
heads as she walked. Of mouths hot on her nipples and
hands holding the bulging flesh. Of the felling of a
snug lace bra fighting to control the bounce as she
walked. It was such a turn on she rolled from orgasm
to orgasm in a steady pattern for a long time. She
finally tossed a pillow and some blankets on the sofa
in the room and slept. It would have been too hard to
explain Traci in her bed and their gentle Heather was
now raising the roof with her snores. She drifted off
to sleep wondering at her new/old fantasy. How much
would it cost? How long does it take? Does it hurt?
Finally, her hands mentally fondling her enlarged
globes, she slept.
The ringing phone finally roused Heather, who
chatted for a few minutes with Barbara and then rung
off. Heather headed for the bathroom and when she
returned, she surveyed the two women, still out cold.
She was glad Traci was finally getting some rest. She
had been so bitchy the last two days. And even knowing
it was just because Traci was tired didn't make it any
easier to be around her. Sherry was on her side, a
hand between her legs, sleeping as well.
Heather slipped on some jeans and a top, pulled
her long, thick dark hair up into a quick bun and went
down and got a paper and a couple of rolls, some coffee
and returned to the room with full hands. The sound of
a flushing toilet as she walked in told her someone was
up.
It was Sherry, appearing out of the bathroom as
she spread the paper on the floor.
"Ummm! Can I have one?" She scarfed up a donut
before Heather could reply and wolfed it down.
"Hey! Call room service!" Sherry made a grab at
the other donut, but Heather held her off and they both
laughed.
"OK! OK!" She called room service and ordered a
complete breakfast.
"Me, too." It was Traci mumbling from bed.
"What?"
"Me, too. Breakfast. Whatever you're having."
"Make that two of everything and a big pot of
coffee. Room 617. Thanks."
Sherry hung up. "Twenty minutes."
Traci swung her long legs over the edge of the bed
a bit gingerly. Sherry guessed she was sore from the
night's activities. "You OK?"
"Nothing that a good massage later won't fix." She
gave her a wry grin.
"Pulled muscle?" Heather ventured.
"Something like that. An unusual workout,
anyway." Traci stood up carefully and walked slowly to
the bathroom.
"Wonder what she did to herself?" Heather mused.
"Well, she'll kill me if I tell you."
"OK, that does it. Now you HAVE to tell me."
"You'll be real mad at me too."
"Out with it. What's going on?" Heather realized
all of a sudden it was a sex thing.
Sherry hesitated, then said softly. "I fisted her
last night."
"What? You did? She let you? Well, I'll be
damned! I've asked her a dozen times if she wanted me
to do it to her and she was always too scared to try
it. How did you get her to agree?"
"Actually, we didn't discuss it. I just did it."
Sherry waited for the reaction. She didn't get it. At
least, no the one she expected.
"Well, I should have just done it to her, I guess.
I'm too damn polite. Did she like it?"
Sherry relaxed. Heather was amazing. She didn't
feel threatened at all. "Yes. Had a very nice bed
thumping orgasm and passed out. Well, fell asleep.
Slept till this morning. Just now, in fact."
"I won't tell her you told me. Don't worry.
Amazing. Damn. I knew I should have just done it. I
was so tempted."
"Heather? I got into a really big fantasy last
night and I can't get it out of my head, it seems."
"Really? Like what?"
"Big tits. I want big, heavy, breasts. Like you
and Traci. Maybe bigger." Sherry looked sheepish as
she blurted it out.
"Like the women we screwed at the dinner?"
"Yeah. Stupid, right. I mean. I'm healthy and
have a nice enough pair now, but still, since I was
twelve, I sometimes wanted to be a lot bigger and for
some reason, the three we did the other night showed me
what they would be like. I am SO turned on by this all
of a sudden, you can't believe it."
Heather grinned. She had to admit Sherry would
look really totally great with big jugs. "Well, it's
expensive, to be done right. You'd look great. If
that's what you really want. But you better be sure,
cause going back to your natural self might be hard to
do and you could have other problems. You've read the
papers about all the back and forth on it."
"You don't think it's idiotic?"
"Well, no. But get all the facts and consider
everything. If you do it, I'll be right there with you
the whole time."
"You would do that for me?"
"Of course. And I get first pass at you when
you're ready for some action."
"You are too much. Of course you get first pass.
Speaking of which, I am so damn horny right now....."
She moved over nearer Heather.
"I'd love to do you, babe, but we have got to get
moving. Barbara called and we are invited to tea. We
have just time to pack for tomorrow's departure, select
things for the party with the stew tonight and get out
to Barbara's."
Sherry looked disappointed. She'd have to wait
till tonight. Damn.
The bathroom door opened and Traci joined them.
"Hey, guess what?! Sherry wants big tits like
us.! She's all hot for them!" Sherry tossed a pillow
at her playfully.
"I am not!"
"Hell you're not. Look, your crotch is soaked!"
Sherry blushed a bright red. They weren't going to
make it easy if she went ahead with this.
Traci grinned, but was serious. "Really big ones?
Like the silicon honey's at the party? Now those were
some really impressive tits on those women. Even I
thought they were erotic babes. Well, check it out and
let us know. We'll be right there for you."
Sherry started to cry.
"What's the matter?" They both immediately held
her and hugged her.
"That's exactly what Heather just said. You two
are so special. I love you."
"I love you too." Heather and Traci said it
together. They looked at each other in surprise. They
were a threesome! A love triangle. Damn, how was this
supposed to work?
They rushed around the room getting ready and
packing. They were on their way down to the lobby by
themselves in the elevator when Heather casually said.
"So, what's this about our blonde friend here fisting
you to oblivion last night on her first try?"
Traci was immediately blusing bright red. Sherry
began to heat up.
"You said......!"
"Calm down, both of you. You were the right
person to open up that door for her, so to speak, and I
wasn't for some reason. Enjoy it?" The last was to
Traci.
"Yes. It was incredibly intense."
"I told you."
"I'm sore as hell too."
"You'll get over it by tonight. And next time you
can let her put part of her arm in." The elevator
doors opened.
Traci glanced over at Sherry, who grinned and
almost broke out giggling. "We'll see." Traci said as
they stepped into the waiting limo Barbara had sent.
Unnoticed by them, most of the lobby staff had
discretely positioned themselves by the door to see
these three stunning women as they left the hobby. The
limo pulled away.
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Subject: NEW STORY: Heather Pt.27B [A-H] [FF]
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The Adventures of Heather, Part 27B [A-H]
The estate was as beautiful as ever and in the sun
looked spectacular. The limo went to a side door and
Barbara met them all with a big hug and kiss. Soon
they were settled in a very large, long room on
comfortable chairs and a maid brought in tea and lots
of things to snack on. Barbara looked wonderful, her
trim figure snug in a pair to tight slacks and knit top
tucked into the waistband. Her small pointed breasts
were almost totally moulded in full view by the fabric.
"Nice sweater Barb. Trolling for the help?"
Barbara looked down and smiled. "Just for you
girls. Honest. Too risky being caught looking like
this in the papers. I'd never live it down. I'm glad
you like it." She had already turned a couple of heads
of the staff this morning, but she had pretended not to
notice.
"Don't blame us if you end up with some teeth marks
and saliva stains all over those delicious nipples
before we leave."
"Ummmm. Sounds serious! Maybe I'm gone too far!"
They all laughed and sipped on their tea.
"Damn. Where is Elizabeth?" Barbara looked over
her shoulder down the long room toward the doors at the
end.
"Elizabeth?"
"My personal secretary. Well, we are the dearest
friends as well. I've invited her to go tonight, if
she wants. I hope you don't mind a fifth. I've shared
a bit of our adventure from the other night with her
and I don't think she approves a bit. She's very
overprotective of me, I'm afraid. And a bit stand-offish with strangers. I do believe she thinks I've
gone over the edge for sure."
Traci looked over at Heather.
"Barbara, speaking of nice tits. We were just
having a conversation on that very subject on our way
down here."
"Oh, really. Anybody's in particular?" She
glanced at Heather's pair.
"Yes, actually, Sherry here is seriously
considering major enhancement surgery."
"You want really big ones? Like the bimbos from
the party? The kind my husband seems to be obsessed
with?"
Sherry nodded. And blushed!
Barbara didn't poke fun, continuing, "Well, if
those women weren't screwing my husband, I could be
more objective, I'm afraid. But I do have to admit
that they all have fantastic shapes. It's frightfully
expensive, you know. I mean, to have them done that
big and have it come out right."
"It is? I was afraid of that. How much?" Sherry
looked crestfallen.
"Ummmm. I can get Elizabeth to pull the bills.
Many thousands. Stirling. Can you believe I have to
pay the bills for him? At first I didn't know what it
was for. God, I can be so stupid sometimes!"
The doors at the end of the room opened and closed
quietly, a tall woman began striding toward them.
Heather watched her. Tall. Mid-twenties. Platinum,
no, dark silver blonde hair, straight in a long pony
tail poking out through the band at the back of a plain
baseball hat, a pair of dark glasses perched on the
hat. The long hair had one carefully applied curl at
its very end that bounced at middle ass level as she
walked. A few strategic strands were left to curl down
each side of her pretty face, also enhanced with large
silver hoop earrings. Noble features, fine cut, full
lips. A beautiful face. Nice ears. Narrow and short
waist. A dark sleeveless blouse draped carefully over
a full chest of widely separated breasts, swinging
slightly from side to side and dipping gently as she
walked, revealing the absence of a bra and the proud
lack of the need for one at the same time.
But it was the hips and legs that caught Heather's
breath. This woman had almost impossibly long,
perfectly tapered legs that seemed to end deep in a
taught ass that was perfectly defined in a pair of skin
tight blue jeans. And the legs ended in narrow ankles
and small feet that were neatly encased in toeless
black high heels with blood red nails.
Heather felt herself tremble and go completely wet
between her legs. It was only with a difficult effort
that she was able to raise her eyes to look into this
woman's face. Blue eyes. Electric blue eyes. Toeless
high heels. Heather felt her mind go to mush and her
hormone level soar. Her eyes locked on the swinging
feet getting nearer and nearer.
Elizabeth arrived at the table, unaware of the
smashing effect she was having on Heather.
"There you are! I'm so glad you joined us. Here,
sit by me." Barbara fussed over Elizabeth after a
brief glance. Then, she did a classic double-take and
her mouth dropped open. It was quite some time before
she managed to stammer out, "Well, look at you! My,
what a transformation!" Her eyes swept over Elizabeth's
form several times and their wide open amazement was
written all over her face. Clearly, Elizabeth was
causing quite a sensation with her employer. Almost as
though Barbara had never really looked at her before,
as a woman, as a sex object of stunning attractiveness.
Traci looked over at Heather. Heather's face was
flushed and she was clearly aroused, if she knew
Heather at all. She looked over at Elizabeth and saw
the open toed shoes. And smiled. Poor Heather was
going to have a rough afternoon with this sexy woman
hanging around.
She knew Heather was almost unable to control her
urges when she wore open toed shoes around her, so she
was careful to take them off before she met Heather.
Unless they were playing sex games. That was
different.
"Elizabeth, this is Sherry, Heather and Traci.
Elizabeth." Barbara was still staring unabashedly at
Elizabeth. She waved generally in the direction of her
guests.
They nodded at each other. Barbara went on. "I've
already told them you don't quite approve of their
antics the other night."
Elizabeth looked like a woman scorned. Traci
glanced at Heather again. She noticed it too. "Well,
at the risk of putting everyone off tea, I must say
that I was shocked to hear of such things going on in
the house. Regardless of everyones' motives. Rampant
lesbianism. Exhibitionism. Forced rape. I shan't be
shocked to hear from their solicitors any day now. It
could mean scandal."
"Hajime Sorayama!" Sherry exclaimed.
They were all a bit mystified. "What?"
"She looks just like one of Sorayama's models.
Better, in fact, if that's possible."
Heather explained. "Sorayama's a Japanese erotic
artist. Fantastic talent. The women in his paintings
are almost too erotic to look at sometimes. I know the
painting she is referring to. It's a three quarter
view from the rear. The model is a platinum blonde,
the hair is a bit shorter, below the shoulders to mid-back. She is topless and is twisting around at the
waist with a hot look on her face. She's gorgeous, of
course. But it's the legs that hit you. She has a
fantastic ass and the longest legs, accented with shiny
leather or vinyl tight pants and black stiletto heels.
Sherry's right. You could have been the model."
Elizabeth looked surprised. "I guess I should say
thanks for the compliment. I...."
"Elizabeth, get off your high horse for a minute
and just enjoy the company."
Elizabeth turned on her with pain in her voice.
"Barbara, you could be ruined if this gets out. I'm
just trying to think of you."
"I know. But sometimes I can take care of myself.
It's all going to be fine. You'll see."
Barbara patted her arm gently.
"Are all three of you really lesbians?" Elizabeth
actually looked surprised at her own sudden question.
They nodded.
"But you're all so gorgeous!"
They all started laughing.
Sherry responded. "Oh, don't worry, there's all
different kinds. I guess we're fems and happen to be
attracted to fems. Not too common, but here we are
somehow."
"Are you going to be doing anything outrageous
again with Barbara tonight? I'm not sure I approve of
her experimenting like this. I'm sorry, I'm sure you
are all very nice people, it's just..."
"Elizabeth." Barbara warned her.
"We would love for you to join us." Traci said.
Elizabeth hesitated. Clearly she was interested.
And afraid. "I'm not sure. What do you have in mind?"
"More correctly, what does this stewardess and her
friends have in mind? I guess we should discuss this.
Her name is Lynn. She and four of her friends want to
meet us for dinner to get to know us. Then, back to
her place for some after dinner activities. She
promised total anonymity, and that nobody would do
anything crazy. No drugs. No pictures. Everything
consenting. If anybody is unhappy, they can leave, no
questions asked and no one will argue with you."
"Consent to what?" Elizabeth asked.
Barbara hesitated. "Well, group sex for one. And
there was a mention of bondage." It was very quiet in
the room. This was serious new ground for all of them.
When do we have to tell them if we're coming or
not?" Heather asked.
"In about an hour. She already gave me directions
to the restaurant. After dinner, they'll blindfold us
in the car and take us to a hotel. Or something along
those lines. I think some planning was till underway.
They want protection as well, you see. Apparently all
of them are in the public eye in some way. She said we
may know a few of them on sight."
"So, we won't know where we are when we're done?
How will we get home?"
"Cab to where we have the limo waiting."
"I have to get back to work." Elizabeth finally
said, putting down her cup and standing. "I don't think
we should do this. It's too risky." She left the room.
Sherry got up after a moment and followed her,
twenty paces back.
Barbara said, "Well, there goes our fifth. Are
the rest of you in?"
They looked at each other and nodded. "Sherry
too, I'm sure. We should check when she comes back."
Heather added. "I've never done any bondage stuff."
"Well, we'll experience it together, then. I'm not
sure my temperament is right for that sort of thing,
but I guess we'll find out!" They grinned nervously.
Sherry saw the bouncing pony tail disappear into
the door of a room off the hall ahead and followed
Elizabeth into the room. It was a completely modern,
well lit office with a series of offices branching off
down a hall. Elizabeth was surprised to see her
there.
"Oh, do you need something?" She took the
opportunity to look the blond American over closely.
In spite of her instinct to reject these women for
their brash behaviour, she found herself a bit drawn to
all of them. The blond in particular. Sherry was her
name. The long hair was gorgeous.
"Actually, I was wondering if your computer has
access to the Internet."
"Yes, it does. Can I get something for you?"
"Well, I thought I'd show you the painting I was
referring to a while ago. Sorayama's."
"You can do that?"
"If you have a web browser."
"I'm sure it must. The man who put it in was able
to show me some things a few weeks ago, but I haven't
had time to play with it to find out how to work it."
"Would you mind?"
"Not at all." Elizabeth moved aside and Sherry
slid into the soft chair. In seconds, she located the
Internet apps, connected and began a quick search for a
web page with Sorayama's material. The search engine
was overloaded as usual and seconds passed as she
waited for a response.
As she waited, she said casually. "When are you
going to tell her you love her?"
Elizabeth looked like her knees would buckle and
she almost dropped the daily diary she had picked up
from the desk. She struggled to regain her composure..
"What? I don't believe....."
"Barbara. When are you going to tell her how you
feel?" She glanced over at Barbara to help make her
point and then clicked on a site on the search list.
The machine started to pull in indexes of pictures.
Elizabeth sat down and stared. "How did you
know?"
"You two fight like an old married couple. I
think she loves you too, but is only beginning to
discover her feelings about women, and maybe you at the
same time. You really stopped her in her tracks in
that outfit."
"How can you possibly know that after only meeting
me, or seeing us together for fifteen minutes?"
"Instinct. Traci and Heather noticed it too."
The painting began to draw itself on the screen as the
page loaded. Sherry moved aside so Elizabeth could see
the screen.
Elizabeth stared at the gorgeous model in the
painting. "Now that is one seriously erotic woman.
Jesus!"
"Well, like I said, that's you, honey. You could
be the model. Only you are even hotter."
Elizabeth glowed at the compliment. She had taken
a big chance today, dressing up to show off her height,
hair and figure so aggressively. Knowing they were all
lesbians made her take the chance. It was so hard to
hide her SO and her looks all the time. The men on the
estate were after her constantly and she was careful to
not offend while all the time all she could see was
Barbara. Wonderful straight Barbara. So out of reach.
It was hopeless, she knew, but she just couldn't bring
herself to leave. And then, Barbara came home from the
flight early in the week so excited and playful, full
of news about these two outrageously sexy women having
sex on the plane, and including her (scandelous she
knew, something she could never tell anyone else), and
coming to the dinner and actually drugging and raping
all these consorts of Barbara's husband, including
taking pictures. Elizabeth was shocked at this sudden
behaviour change in Barbara, but still made copies of
the pictures and had been masturbating while looking at
them all week. The week had turned Elizabeth's world
upside down.
Was it possible that she and Barbara really could
be a couple? Her heart had leapt at the possibility.
And now these women wanted to go meet other women and
play sex games. Just women. With Barbara there.
Barbara would have to know who Elizabeth was, and what
she was, if she went. When those women began to touch
her, she knew her true feelings would come out about
her SO. She was so horny all the time anyway around
Barbara. She'd never be able to play the role of a
straight out experimenting.
She stared at the painting. "Can I make a copy?"
she said finally.
"Sure. Got a color printer? Great. There, it's
printing. It's a lot of color, so it'll take a few
minutes. So, you sexy thing, are you going to tell
her?"
"I'm scared shitless to say anything. I could lose
everything. You may not be aware of what is at stake
here. For her, for me. You three have gone off here
like some A-bomb.
Barbara's willing to do anything you three suggest. I
hardly know where I stand or what to do. My world is
turned upside down." She sagged into a chair.
"You could lose her if you don't, you know."
"I know it."
"Listen, I'm not sure what the usual situation is
between you two on a day to day basis, but I mean it.
You really made a huge impression on her in there. She
looked absolutely amazed and couldn't get her eyes off
you."
"Really? I was too scared to look at her to see
if she noticed the outfit."
"You should have had a camera to take pictures."
Suddenly, some other women from the back office
came in and noticed them, then went on out into the
hall.
"We can't talk about this in here. Too many ears.
I was so nervous I forgot they were back there. I
don't know where my head is today."
"On top of that gorgeous long neck, that's where."
Sherry said softly as she stood up and moved over to
Elizabeth, reached out and put her hand very gently on
her arm. An open invitation. Elizabeth made no move
to immediately remove it.
"We absolutely can't be fooling around, Sherry.
God knows I could use a good roll in the hay, but I
can't. Really."
Sherry moved as close as she dared. "Surely your
trained staff can spare you for a few minutes."
"Perhaps. But, first, as attractive as your offer
is, a few minutes is certainly not going to satisfy
months of built up need. A couple of days would be
more like it. And I have enough on my mind with the
events of the day without a quicky to really get my
juices going." Elizabeth began to run out of excuses.
She knew if Sherry pressed, she'd invite her upstairs
to her bedroom.
Sherry pressed. "Let's get to know each other a
bit better before tonight. You're making me wet, you
sexy bitch. All I can think of is your long legs
around my waist."
"Please. It's not fair. You have me at a
disadvantage. You know I'm vulnerable..."
Sherry signed off the service and saw the modem
disconnect. She grabbed Elizabeth's arm and began to
move her toward the hall.
"Really....."
"Hush. It's settled. Now, directions to the
bedroom and be quick about it."
Elizabeth turned left and moments later, through a
hidden door they started up a back staircase to the
living quarters upstairs. She led Sherry up the narrow
steps and as they came out at the top through another
hidden door, they found themselves in a broad open hall
with beautiful, rich decorations of all kinds. Five
doors down on the left, Elizabeth produced a key and
let them inside.
The apartment was also beautifully furnished in a
middle eastern decor of thick rugs and wall hangings,
pillows on the floor, silk tapestries, fine furniture.
It was sensuous and Sherry felt she had just walked
into some secret lovers nest. The total effect was
seriously erotic.
"Wow, this is fantastic! She must pay you
plenty." She moved her hands over some of the silk
scarves hanging from a screen near a wall. She turned.
Elizabeth was a few steps away.
"I never let anyone in here but the maid. Even
Barbara's only been here once, when I first moved
in....What you must think of me. I'm not like this..it
must be you crazy Americans.."
"What I think is that you are beautiful and
desirable and hot and I want to take you right here on
these cushions."
"Not here." Elizabeth reached out and took
Sherry's hand and led her back to her bedroom. Warm,
more pillows and wall hangings. In the center was a
fourposter bed, covered with a rich satin sheet in dark
burgundy , with matching pillows. Lots of them.
She turned and Sherry came close. She unsnapped
Elizabeth's hat and removed it, then, slowly began to
unbutton Elizabeth's blouse. Elizabeth began to do the
same for Sherry. Their blouses fell open and warm
hands covered breasts still held in their bra cups.
Elizabeth closed her eyes and Sherry felt her shudder.
"It's been a while, huh?" She moved close and
hugged her tight.
"Forever, it seems."
"I love to feast on horny women." Sherry was
sucking on her ear and neck. Elizabeth drifted down
into Sherry's control as her bra fell to the floor and
her large dark brown areola disappeared under the palm
of Sherry's right hand, the long red nails contrasting
nicely with the snow white skin.
Elizabeth's head was back, her long ponytail
hanging below her tail, emphasizing her taut buttocks
still in the tight blue denim. "You're the first, you
know." She sighed and gave a whimper as a hot mouth
closed over a now very wrinkled nipple. Sparks raced
to her belly. Sucking on her tits was magic for her.
Sherry lifted her head and licked the other tit
all over. Elizabeth was trembling from the long absent
stimulation. "You're kidding. I'm your first woman?"
"No, silly. The first to have me here in the
house."
"Then we have a great responsibility to do it
right, don't we?"
Elizabeth giggled. "Yes, I suppose we DO!"
Sherry had slid her flat hand down the front of the
very tight jeans and a finger slid across Elizabeth's
hard button.
"Get undressed. I want to have you for a
delicious dessert."
"I like to be dessert. Let me feed you." She
stepped back and unsnapped her jeans.
Sherry pushed her back on the bed and pulled them
off. There were no panties. And the pussy, glistening
with anticipation, was shaved bare. It was purple and
fully open with arousal. She lowered her head and
Elizabeth raised her long legs straight up in the air
and then let them fall outwards. Her cry of pleasure
filled the room as Sherry's tongue ran up her inner
thigh and plunged into the waiting honey pot.
It was over forty-five minutes before Elizabeth
began to come down in Sherry's arms, her pent up need
blunted for the moment by Sherry's eager and very
physical love making. She turned and looked into
Sherry's eyes.
"That was nice." And they cuddled together for a
few last minutes before they fled back downstairs,
appearing in the hallway at separate times. Just
before they parted, Sherry pulled her back and, holding
her hand tightly to make her point, said, "Come with us
tonight. Take a chance."
"I'll think about it. Really, I will. It's an
incredible risk you are asking us both to take."
"OK. I know that. We all do. I'll count on seeing
you later. Promise?"
"We'll see." They kissed for a moment and
Elizabeth hurried off. She glanced back just before
turning into her office and blew Sherry a kiss.
Somehow Sherry knew she'd see her that evening. She
hurried back down the hall toward the room she left
almost an hour ago, and realized she was lost. Room by
room, she began to hunt for her companions.
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The Adventures of Heather, Part 27C [A-H]
by Ramapo
"Where is she off to?" Barbara asked as Sherry
disappeared out of the room, her blond hair swaying
back and forth over her back, narrow waist and sculpted
ass.
"Let's just say she's not the type to let the grass
grow under her feet."
"I'm sorry," Barbara said. "You've quite lost me
there."
Nothing. Probably just needed a bathroom and
went to ask Elizabeth where it was."
"Oh." Barbara stared at the now closed door in
silence. Finally, she turned back to the two women.
"Sorry, that was rude of me. But, Elizabeth quite took
my breath away today. Usually, she is very prim and
proper. Conservative dresser. But today......she
really was quite stunning, don't you agree?"
"Absolutely. Sorayama is no fool. Tell, me
Barbara," Traci started in cautiously, "just what is
your relationship with Elizabeth, socially?" She tried
to just make it a casual inquiry.
"She's been with me for six years, right out of
University. She interned with us for a season before
that and I personally asked for her to come back full
time. She's my personal secretary and of course, we
travel a lot together and I have to admit I'd be lost
without her. She's my very dearest friend. I have no
secrets from that woman." She paused, her cup half way
to her lips. "Are you suggesting..."
"I wasn't suggesting anything."
"Like hell you weren't." She sat silent for a long
time. "She's in love with me, isn't she?"
"It looks like that might be the case." Traci
looked over at Heather.
Heather sat silent. Now here's a development, she
thought to herself.
"I'm a damn fool." Barbara sighed. "It's been
right under my nose all this time. Of course. I must
be an idiot."
"The question is, how do you feel about her?"
"That's the million dollar question, isn't it? And
even more important, am I a lesbian as well? Now, I
never dreamed tea would be quite this earthshaking, I
can assure you." They all laughed lightly, a bit
nervously.
"Would you like to talk about it?" Traci probed.
"I gather I really must. What am I to do? My
closest friend in the world wants me for a lover and
here I sit with no real idea of how I feel about that.
Or whether I can respond. And I'm immediately afraid
she'll leave me if I find I can't reciprocate."
They sat for a bit.
"I must say I'm terribly flattered. I've never
pictured myself as being attractive to another woman.
Not in that way. Hell, sexually. I need to focus."
Traci ventured, "Does it make you feel
embarrassed, or afraid, or ...."
"No. I suddenly find myself wondering what she's
like in bed." And giggled. "Those are a pretty
serious pair of legs on that girl."
"No doubt about that. Well, there is always the
possibility that she'll change her mind and come with
us tonight."
"If I know my Elizabeth, there isn't a chance. But
I just found out something about her that I never would
have guessed on my own. Do you think? What will I do
if she comes?"
"I think you two need to go have a quiet dinner
somewhere and talk this over and decide what to do.
And that's not likely to happen if our friend has
anything of a group nature planned for us." Traci set
her cup down. Where the hell was Sherry, anyway? She
thought to herself.
Heather was thinking at the same time. If I know
Sherry, she's already in bed with the delectable
Elizabeth, using the woman's frustrations and
vulnerability to her favour. And Elizabeth loving
every minute of it. She felt jealous of Sherry's
wandering attentions and realized just how horny she
was getting from not having regular sex with Traci.
She looked over at Traci and winked.
It was always a signal to tell her in public she
was hot and needed to fuck. Traci blushed!
"Maybe I better have some time to myself and think
this over a bit before I approach Elizabeth. My, god,
how do I even begin?"
Traci suggested, "Perhaps by telling her how you
feel. Best friend in the world. Would do nothing to
jeopardize your friendship, but you are exploring your
feelings about women as partners and your feelings may
be deeper than just friendship. You don't know how it
will turn out. That she needs to be patient with you.
Rome wasn't built in a day."
"Good speech. Can I borrow it? She's already
waited six years. How patient can I expect her to be?"
"That's for her to decide, in the end. Now, where
is our Sherry? We must be getting back to our rooms to
get ready. We have to leave in about an hour to get
back to the city and meet our new friends."
As if on cue, Sherry walked in the end of the room
and they met her halfway to the door. "OK, lady, where
have you been?" Heather was grinning.
Sherry never blinked an eye. "Went to the
bathroom and bumped into Elizabeth and we got to
talking and then I gave her an Internet lesson. Before
I knew it, an hour was past. Sorry. It was rude to
just walk out like that."
Heather didn't buy it for a second. She could
still see the twinkle in Sherry's eyes that signalled
to her the woman had had an orgasm just recently. She
took Sherry's arm and pinched her hard. She whispered
in her ear, "What a crock. The truth from you back in
the room."
Sherry smiled.
"Is tea over? I'm still hungry."
"Afraid you missed your chance before dinner.
Speaking of which, I'll have the maid show you the
rooms for changing and I'll meet you in the front of
the house as we planned."
Barbara headed off and a maid, materializing from
nowhere, lead them in the opposite direction.
"You missed the biggest surprise of the day, my
dear. Barbara just figured out that Elizabeth is in
love with her."
Sherry stopped dead in her tracks, her mouth open.
"No shit! I don't believe it!"
"What?"
"Elizabeth just figured out she needs to share her
feelings with Barbara and give any chance of a
relationship actually happening a leg up. She is one
frustrated lady, I can tell you!"
"Oh? Really? And are you saying she's still
frustrated after her Internet lesson'?" Heather's voice
dripped with sarcasm.
"Well, let's say she might just be able to hold out
a bit longer for Barbara." She giggled.
"I KNEW you were off doing her! I just knew it!"
Heather laughed. Where did the woman get the energy
she thought. "Where did you do the dirty deed?"
"Her apartment upstairs. You should see it. It
is one erotic oasis, I can tell you that. You feel
like the room is making love to you when you walk in
there."
"I have enough women doing me now without the
furniture joining in!" Heather replied.
Traci swung her arm around Heather's waist. "Let's
take a shower together." She suggested as they walked
on.
Heather's arm went around Traci and their hips
swung together and they walked in silence for a moment.
Then Sherry's arm went around Heather and Heather
around her and they headed up the stairs as a group.
When the maid looked back, she seemed startled at the
sight, but said nothing. She let them into the room
and as she turned to go, Sherry said, "You're Denise,
right? The upstairs maid in this wing?"
"Yes, that's right?"
"Were you here for the party the other night?"
"Yes, we were all on duty."
"So, you saw a bit of what went on?" Heather and
Traci stopped at the entrance of the bathroom door and
turned to listen.
"Yes, a bit of it." The maid blushed. "More than
a bit, actually, if you must know."
"How much?" Sherry moved slowly toward her,
smiling.
"I.....I saw you and the brunette.."
"Heather."
"I saw you and Heather escort several of the
ladies from the hall in a state of confusion and bring
them into these rooms."
"And then?"
"And then, I believe you all had sex. Really, it's
none of my business and your secret is safe with me, I
can assure you."
Sherry moved a bit closer, still smiling.
"And how did you feel about women having sex?"
The maid was blushing, but made no move to leave.
Sherry took the room key from the maid's hand and
tossed in on the floor. "I. I've never done it myself,
but...."
"Would you like to have sex with us?"
The question took the girl off guard and she
hesitated as Sherry moved so close their lips were only
an inch apart. Their breasts touched. Sherry leaned
in and kissed the girl very gently on the lips.
Heather and Traci watched the seduction, their breath
tight from the anticipation of the girl's cries of
pleasure as Sherry took her. Sherry was a masterful
lover and they both knew the girl was about to get
thoroughly laid.
The maid said softly. "I....... Please. I've
never...."
"There's always a first time. And you got lucky
today, Denise, cause I just love a virgin."
Sherry ran her hand up the back of the girl's neck
and they kissed again a long time. Kissing was a
religion with Sherry and she made sure you were a
convert before she was finished with you. She once
told Heather she was sure there was a G-spot on the
inside of a woman's mouth and if you rubbed it hard
enough with a wet tongue, you could make a woman come.
Heather thought it was a joke until one night not long
before, Sherry had greeted her at the door with a non-stop thirty minute kiss that literally curled her toes
and when Sherry merely touched her between the legs
through all her clothes, she had a very strong orgasm.
Sherry's right hand came up and cupped Denise's
large breast through her uniform and began to use her
other hand on the buttons on the back. Denise broke
the kiss. Her face was flushed and she was very, very
aroused.
She slipped off the apron straps, pulled the tie
in the back and the apron fell to the floor.
Sherry got the uniform unbuttoned to the waist and
pulled the front of it away and down from the
shoulders. Denise had on an industrial strength bra,
clearly needed as the enormity of her breasts became
visible. They were oversize, enormous mounds of
perfect roundness supported by the under wires. Sherry
worked the huge clasp at the back and stood back to
watch the mounds fall as they must. They hung down and
swayed. Sherry became so excited she began to rub her
pussy through her slacks and immediately experienced a
thrilling orgasm. She kept rubbing and leaned down and
began to suck on the thick nipples, burying her face in
the melons of flesh. All the time, pushing Denise
toward the bed.
At the edge of the bed, she pushed Denise onto her
back and pulled her uniform off, followed quickly by
her pantyhose. Denise was lubricating heavily from
excitement. It might be her first time with a woman,
but she hadn't had sex in a long time and any
reservations or nervousness she felt simply melted away
as she opened herself up to this sexy blond. Sherry
licked her way up to the open slit and plunged in.
Denise squealed and giggled and lifted a leg over
Sherry's shoulder. She continued to giggle as her
excitement grew and Sherry quickly sought out her clit.
Sherry guided one hand up and seized the flowing
loose flesh of Denise's left breast, then reached up
and grabbed the other one and began to kneed them,
shivering with excitement as the heavy flesh filled her
hands and pushed back at her fingers. Her red nails
were hot flashes on the snow white skin, deep purple
nipples and areolas. She trapped the hard flesh
between two nails and squeezed. Denise groaned at the
wave of heat that flowed over her.
Denise's giggles became moans of wild excitement
and she began to pant. "Oh, yes! Oh! Oh! Yes! Oh.
Oh. OH. Oh, YES!" She became more and more vocal.
"AhhhhhHHHHHHHH!" Her legs lifted straight up then
spread and flexed in short jerks. The first orgasm
tightened her belly and her breasts burned. Sherry was
only warming up. She plunged her tongue deeply into
Denise's pussy and licked the pulsing walls rapidly.
Alternating with quick flicks on Denise's thick clit,
she brought her rapidly to a second and then a third
orgasm. Her own hand was flying on her own clit and
she matched Denise orgasm for orgasm.
But one hand never left the objects of her raging
desire as she twisted and tore at the loose flesh.
Denise had never had much feeling in her swollen
mounds, but tonight they were on fire and burned with
an inner heat from the savage abuse. Her nipples would
surely burst they were so hard. Sherry pulled one
straight out against the weight of the oversized tit
and the heavy flesh fought back with the nipple in the
middle.
"Ayyyyyyyyyyeeeee!" Denise sang out. A hot
tongue scraping on her clit brought her off once more,
this time, releasing her so high and hard that her
breathing stopped and her mind exploded in fireworks.
Sherry crawled up on the bed and began to suck the
nipples and chew on them with her sharp teeth. They
stayed very hard and wrinkled. Her hands fought to
surround the flesh of just one breast and lift its
weight up and off Denise's chest. She only partially
succeeded. This was a real breast, not a silicon
implant, and it sagged out of her hands. She pressed
harder and harder. Denise gasped and cried out.
Suddenly, Sherry felt a hand on her shoulder.
"You're hurting her. Go easy." Through the sexual fog
that filled her mind, Heather's voice came through.
"Let her go. Sherry. Sherry!" more insistently.
Sherry became more aware of her situation and lowered
the breast.
She pulled up and Denise was staring at her with
frightened eyes. "Sorry. I got carried away. Are you
OK?"
Denise stared up at her. "No one's ever. I mean.
I've never let anyone do that. Play with them. They're
so big. Not pretty, like yours."
"They're beautiful." Sherry ran her nails lightly
over both breasts, kneeling beside the still very
flushed woman. She couldn't get her eyes off these
oversized mounds. She shivered.
"Can we. Can I?" Denise started.
"What?" Sherry leaned forward and kissed her
again.
"Be with you. I want to try it. Like you did."
Sherry understood. She stood off the bed and
stripped of her slacks and panties. Quickly mounting
the bed, she swung one leg over Denise and lowered her
pussy to her mouth as she looked down past her own much
smaller breasts and into Denise's eyes. She knew it
was a control thing, but one thing she liked more than
anything else when she was with a woman was to watch
her eat her. With one hand behind her head to pull her
tight into her pussy and one hand behind her rubbing a
nipple. Control. Power. Her excitement soared. A
virgin at pussy eating was about to lose her flower.
Denise took a tentative taste. Another shiver ran
up Sherry's spine.
"Eat me, you horny bitch!" Sherry's voice was soft
but very firm.
She slid her fingers behind Denise's head and
Denise slid her tongue into Sherry much deeper. Sherry
sighed. And lifted Denise firmly against her now
completely open slit. Denise discovered the woman
tasted wonderful and began to probe and lick eagerly.
Sherry's hard
clit poked up from its hood and Denise found it with
the tip of her tongue as Sherry squealed. Sherry's
swollen lips completely covered the now eagerly sucking
mouth.
It was Denise's turn now and she came at the clit
with a fierce roughness that hurt and drove Sherry
higher and higher in a rapidly alternating series of
pain/pleasure waves. And then, Denise closed her teeth
gently on the hard bud and Sherry came so hard she
trust down and began to shake the bed like a vibrator.
Denise was intensely excited again and her painful
nipple was shooting sparks as Sherry dragged on it
while she came.
And to Denise's amazement, she came again. A
flood of heat and tension released from her loins and
she joined Sherry in pleasure. Even in the fog of
orgasm, she licked and sucked the still hard clit and
Sherry rolled into another intense orgasm. It was
minutes before the two of them slowed down.
Sherry fell forward and rolled off Denise and lay
on her side, spent. Denise was in a daze. She had
never experienced anything so intense. She knew sex
was supposed to be fun, but never in her wildest dreams
had she imagined this.
Heather still stood in the bathroom door with
Traci. Finally, she realized they had been standing
there for over fifteen minutes and knew they would have
to really hurry.
Traci's face was flushed. Heather knew she needed
sex, but there wasn't time. Even for a quicky. "OK,
bad decision. Now we're both horny and no time to do
anything about it. Give me sixty seconds for a quick
rinse and then you jump in. Give Sherry a shake and
get Denise out of here. Wow. I've never seen Sherry
so hot."
"Mmmmmmmm" was all Traci said. God, did she need
to get laid. Behind her, the shower started.
Sherry finally wandered into the crowded bathroom.
Heather was brushing out her damp hair and Sherry
grabbed a towel and snapped Heather's cute ass with it.
"Hey! Ouch!" It snapped again.
"I'm coming out! Make room." The door to the
shower tentatively opened and Traci peered out.
Heather was just chasing Sherry back into the bedroom
and a towel snapping contest was in full blast. Traci
grabbed a towel and seized the change to get dry and
get some underwear on before they returned.
Heather and Sherry were giggling and the snaps
were getting painful. Finally, they collapsed on the
bed. Sherry ran her hand quickly up over Heather's
very firm jutting breast. It felt wonderful.
"We don't have time for that. It feels great
through." She leaned down and kissed Sherry. "I would
have thought Denise would have been enough for you for
the moment, you sex maniac." She nuzzled Sherry's ear.
"Look who's talking." Her hand tightened over the
hard mound and the already extended nipple shot sparks.
Heather moaned in Sherry's ear and ran her tongue
inside. Sherry moaned back and the hand slid down and
found Heather's long, extended clit. She began to pull
it in very tiny jerks in a way that she knew would
drive Heather nuts. She was very surprised that
Heather pushed her hand away.
"Did I hurt you?"
"No. WE JUST DON'T HAVE TIME!" She stopped and
sighed. God that felt good. Her belly was on fire and
even after just drying off, she was slick between her
legs again. "I'm a mess now. You know how I lubricate
when you get me hot. Damn."
"Don't dry off. Please. Let me smell you all
night."
"If you promise to stop trying to fuck me before
dinner."
"Promise."
"OK, but if someone complains, I'm cutting you off
until we get home."
"Have you every known anyone to complain about how
you smell?"
Sherry had a point. Well, good thing she loved
knowing her own love juices were dried on her pussy
lips and thighs. It drove Traci crazy to smell her but
not be able to have her.
"Hey, before we get dressed...." Heather ran her
hand down into the sparse hair above Sherry's cunt and
slipped a finger in without warning. Sherry's hips
bucked at the sudden invasion.
Her voice was suddenly shaky. "Hey, no fair. If
I can't have you....." Another finger joined the first
and then a third. Her already swollen tissues gripped
the fingers and spasmed.
"I was wondering. What got you so damn hot, all
of a sudden? I thought you were going to have the
police up here she was yelling so loud." Her hand
worked faster and faster. Sherry's mind was almost
totally focused on her pussy as her orgasm approached.
Unseen behind them, Traci came out, bra and
panties on, a towel wrapped around her hair. She wore
the bra just for Heather. It let her beasts jiggle
just the way she knew drove Heather completely crazy to
watch. It was her way of getting even for no action.
Let her suffer, she was thinking. She stopped short at
the sight of them on the bed, Heather's fingers slick
with Sherry, sliding up and down inside the purple
slit.
Sherry struggled to answer. "I.....her
tits.....oh, god.....tits just.....shit, oh, oh,
yes.... tits
were so sexy...... oh, I'm going.......all I could
think about was having big, huge tits.....Oh, Heather,
I'm.....com.....ing........OH!.....OH! AH!
Yeeeeeee! Ah! Ah!" Heather continued to stroke.
Sherry was always good for several rolling orgasms and
she didn't disappoint.
Sherry's eyes were closed and she gave a grunt and
rolled into a second, more intense orgasm. "Ungh!
Ungh! Ungh." Explosive snorts of air shot from her as
her belly flattened with the tension of the waves
rolling up from her pussy
"For god's sake, can't you two get dressed and stop
fucking around?" Traci asked, pulling her slacks back
on. Tonight was to be informal. As the tight crotch
seam pulled up onto her clit and aroused lips, she gave
a groan of her own. Just who was suffering here, she
thought as she resisted the temptation to stoke herself
and get some relief. Save it. And we are so damn
late!
"Hey, come on! Clothes. Do Sherry's hair in the
car. Move it." Heather and Sherry looked sheepish as
they bounced off the bed and began to pull on clothes.
"She started it!"
"Did not!"
"Did so!"
"I don't care. Purses? Right, out and kill the
lights. If we forgot anything, they'll have to get
them to us.
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Subject: NEW STORY: Heather Pt.27F [A-H] [FF]
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The Adventures of Heather, Pt. 27F [A-H]
By Ramapo
Traci followed Terry upstairs to her flat and
Terry disappeared into the kitchen to fetch some wine.
Traci wandered about the place a bit and her eye caught
on an open gym bag that appeared full of leather and
other things. Some metal. She realized suddenly that
it was bondage gear. Terry was a little more wild than
she realized.
Terry came back and saw her looking down into the
bag. She placed the wine and glasses on the table and
began to pour.
"Sometimes I enjoy that stuff."
"Bondage? I don't know much about it. I guess I'm
not attracted to it."
"Oh," Terry glanced over, trying to stay cool and
relaxed, "I never dreamed I was interested either,
until someone at a party put some things on me just to
show me how they worked and all. I got really turned
on and realized I liked it. So, I've experimented a
bit." She handed a glass to Traci. She glanced down
at Traci's chest. She liked the way Traci's boobs
jiggled in waves when she walked. Tight perfect waves.
Traci took a mouthful of wine and set the glass
down on a shelf and pulled a long bar out of the bag.
It had loops at the end.
"Spreader bar. You can adjust its length with the
release in the center. Loops at the end go around the
ankles. The metal loop in the center is for other
things to be tied to." Terry made it sound matter of
fact. She glanced over at Traci, who was studying the
bar. She put her hands in the loops. The were coated
with soft velvet. Strong, but soft.
"Bondage can be used to immobilize, cause pain,
cause fear, cause excitement. The person who is bound
is in the total control of the person with them. It
requires a lot of trust. A lot of trust."
Traci put the bar down and pulled a harness out of
the bag. It was many loops of very soft leather, with
studs. She turned it around and around and couldn't
figure it out.
"Here, I'll show you." Terry took it and set it
down. She unbuttoned her blouse and stripped it off.
Her bra was very skimpy and her full breasts overflowed
the top, barely covering her nipples. She saw Traci's
admiring glance. She turned and unhooked the bra and
tossed in on the sofa. She studied the loops and
turned it around and slipped her arms thru two loops
and up over her shoulders. The loops settled above and
below her breasts, and more were around her waist in a
web and down to her waist, like a cut out merri-widow.
She turned and said, "Pull the tabs through the loops
and pull each one as tight as you can. Really tight."
There were five straps with matching metal loops
on the other side and Traci pulled each one as tight as
she dared.
"No, tighter. Don't worry about hurting me. I
don't bruise easily and it works best if it's as tight
as you can make it."
Traci hesitated, but pulled each strap until the
leather cut deep into the woman's skin.
"Good. There. What do you think?" Terry turned
and her eyes were smoky with excitement. The effect on
her front was amazing. The leather loops around her
breasts were now tight against her chest cage and her
boobs were squeezed into an amazingly small circle. In
spite of their size, they stood out like large cannon
shells of taught skin. The nipples were erect. Terry
could barely breath and her face was flushed.
"Wow! That must hurt!"
"No. Honest. Can't you see how excited it get's
me? My nipples are on fire. Touch the skin on my
titties. Can you feel how tight they are? Like when
we were just getting big and they ached all night from
growing faster than the skin would stretch."
Tracy ran her fingers over the drum tight skin.
It was hard to even put a dent in them. It was a while
before Traci said. "Here, I'll release you."
Terry looked disappointed but turned and said
nothing. The straps loosened and her breasts sagged a
bit and she slipped out of the harness. She turned,
but left her top off. Traci said nothing and took
another swallow of wine.
Next Traci picked up something that looked like a
ball.
"Ball gag. There's lots of different sizes in the
bag. They're all clean. Here, I'll put this one in
your mouth." Traci opened up and Terry squeezed the
ball in to a smaller size and pushed it past Traci's
teeth. Traci was surprised to feel it expand and fill
her mouth comfortably, but completely.
"Try to talk."
Traci said a few words and nothing came out. She
couldn't move her tongue, now trapped against the floor
of her mouth. She could moan deep in her throat and
make some muted sounds back there, but speaking or
yelling was out of the question. It was impressive.
Traci reached between her teeth and got a good
hunk of the ball between her thumb and index finger and
pulled it out.
"You really can't make much noise, can you?"
"Nope. A church mouse. Really helps if you're
into the pain stuff or somebody's a complainer."
"A complainer?"
"Oh, it's the humiliation they like and the more
they complain, the more they get punished and
humiliated. Some people are just born whiners and it's
hard to be working with them, so you shut them up a
bit."
The bag was full of other stuff. Hoods. Dildoes,
both anal and vaginal, some of unusual shapes, all
designed to be attached to other things. At the bottom
was a pair of beautiful patten leather stiletto heel
boots that came up to mid thigh when she held them up
to herself. Black. Very shiny. Metal loops stuck out
of the back of the heels and the in side of each heel.
"I just got them. Cost me a pretty packet, too.
Special order. Hey, your shoe size looks right or a
bit smaller. Try them on."
Traci took another shot of wine. She was feeling
it now. Dinner plus a glass here. Or was it two? She
couldn't remember. She slipped off her shoes and pants
and placed the pants over the back of the chair. The
boots took some doing, but she stood up and walked over
to the very large floor to ceiling mirror in the
bedroom just off the living room. She realized there
were mirrors all over the room. She liked it.
The boots looked fantastic. She had great legs
and very long thighs (Heather loved to shave her) and
tonight they never looked better.
She heard a whistle behind her. She turned and
Terry was grinning and handed her another full glass of
wine. "Now, I should look so good in them. Very, very
sexy!"
"Hard to walk in though, with the loops." She
sipped wine and looked in the mirror, turning and
admiring herself.
"Care for the rest of the outfit?" Terry was
casual, almost teasing. She was holding her breath.
Traci kept turning. "Sure, why not." She put the
glass down and began to unbutton her blouse. She was
just releasing her gorgeous tits from their satin
encasements when Terry returned with the halter and the
bag. She was dripping with excitement.
"Umm, we should have gotten the panties off before
the boots went on. Oh, well, you can't have
everything."
"They should go." Traci was a little unsteady on
her feet. She pushed the panties down and fought the
leg holes up and over the tops of the leather and then
pushed them down hard. It was a struggle for the first
six inches, then her thighs narrowed and they went
down. Terry leaned down and pushed them over the metal
loops and Traci stepped out of them. Terry looked up
and was at the level of Traci's very plush black bush.
The faint aroma of Traci's pussy reached her and her
excitement grew.
"God, Traci, what great tits. I've been watching
them all night. Mesmerizing, that's what they are."
"That's what Heather says all the time. She can't
keep her eyes off them. And I like it that way."
Terry moved behind Traci and reached past her and
held the harness out. She moved in close and her own
breasts flattened out on Traci's warm back. The heat
from her swollen flesh spread into Traci and Traci
instinctively moved back and into the warmth.
She held her hand up and into the holes that Terry
indicated. As the harness settled back, the bulging
flesh of her tits began to squeeze into the small
openings, but flattened back and progress was stopped
"No problem." Terry reached around, using the
mirror to let her see, and began to squeeze the flesh
through the holes from the side, pushing more and move
of it through. Traci's tits now stood straight out and
bulged in a way she'd never seen. And they were tight,
just like Terry told there they would be.
"Hurt?"
"No, pleasantly tingly, just like you said."
"OK, breath out and hold it."
Traci obeyed and in a flash, Terry tightened all
five straps and Traci felt her ribs compress as the
leather encased her in a very tight embrace. Her tits
now felt like they would explode, the skin was so
tight. She grunted.
"Breath."
Traci found she could barely draw any breath.
Shallow breathing at best.
"Awfully tight. Can't breath much."
"Perfect." Terry handed her some wine. And Traci
swallowed the rest. Very lightheaded, she staggered to
the bed and sat.
Terry joined her there, bringing the bag. "Now,
let me show you some other nice benefits." She ran her
fingernails over the stretched skin on the tits and
nipples. They burned and ached. The fire increased.
Terry trapped each nipple in her nails and squeezed the
rock hard flesh. An intense spark shot down her front.
Traci gasped and groaned. One of Terry's hands
kept busy on a breast and the other disappeared below
the edge of the bed. Traci was away of activity near
her feet, but paid no attention to it. The feelings in
her breasts had her very aroused.
"Stand."
With Terry's help, she was on her feet and very
wobbly.
Elbows back honey. She did it without thinking
and a bar slid along her back and past her arms. She
could no longer move her arms.
She started to protest and Terry popped the ball
gag into her mouth before she saw it coming. She was
beginning to panic and couldn't breath. Her tits were
on fire and her pussy not far behind, and fear was
trying to drive the cobwebs from her mind.
Terry spun her around and pushed her onto the bed
face down on her hard boobs. The exploded in a wave of
pain that settled back into more fire. She suddenly
felt the unexpected spreader bar between her feet,
attached at the metal inside boot loops, just as Terry
unlatched in and extended it another foot and locked it
again.
She felt tugging at her back and the her feet were
jerked around and her feet were suddenly pulled up
backwards and the bar trapping her arms was pulled down
a bit. She only had the tiniest bit of mobility of her
arms and then Terry took that away as she slipped
leather straps around her arms just above the elbows
and pulled her elbows together behind her back.
Another strap went around her waist and wrist clamps
were attached to rings on the waist belt. There was no
pain, but her tits were exploding with ache. She
groaned.
Terry rolled her onto her side and slowly off the
bed. The floor had a soft gym mat she hadn't noticed
and she was eased onto her knees She sat back on her
heels and Terry instantly tightened the strap from the
bar to her heels.
"Comfy?" Terry was so excited as she stripped
naked.
Traci stared. She was excited and afraid. This
girl had her totally in her control. It was so fast.
Terry kneeled in front of her. "Now, I said you
have to completely trust your partner. I'm not crazy
and I have no intention of hurting you. I find this
intensely exciting, to tie other people up. Then
masturbate in front of them. It's my thing. Now, I
know you are afraid at this point, but I can tell you
are also very excited. I'm going to wait a few minutes
and ask you if you want to be released. If you nod
your head up and down as yes, I'll let you go
immediately.
If you agree to stay tied up, I promise you a really,
really good time..
She ran her hands over the turgid tits and
squeezed them hard. They burned and Traci's pussy
burned in spite of her fear. Terry licked then and
left them to dry as she went to get more wine for
herself. She never knew if the person would demand to
be release and head for the police, or play along. But
she always played fair and always let them go if they
asked. She drank her wine and pulled some smaller
things out of another bag. Always be prepared for
success.
After five minutes, she re-entered the bedroom.
"Traci," she said softly, "would you like to be
released."
It was crazy. Traci didn't know this person. But
in the five minutes since Terry left, just thinking
about all the degrading things that could happen to her
got her so excited she couldn't believe it. There was
a pause. She should flee. Find Heather and run for
it.
She shook her head no.
Terry hugged her. "I'm going to take the gag out
now. No yelling, OK, it goes back in till we're done."
The gag came out. Traci still couldn't breath. She
was lightheaded.
More licking of her tits. Cold. Fire. Cold
fire. She was going to faint from excitement.
Something moved between her legs and Sherry smiled
as she inserted a long dildo up Traci's pussy.. She
was slick and it went right in, held by the narrow end
and a ring suddenly fitted over her hard clit. It
stung and she felt full. It was in very deep.
"Hurt?"
"No. God, I'm so hot."
"We are just getting you started, honey."
"I'm lightheaded. Too tight."
"Nope, just right. It's part of the effect."
"Now, these are going to hurt. A lot. Don't yell,
OK?" The warning was only seconds in front of the
action.
The nipple clamps hurt like hell and tears sprung
from Traci's eyes. She groaned. The pain increased
and became an insistent fire, spreading over her front.
Terry now hooked a wire to each nipple clamp and
pulled the breasts down by the clamps. As tight as
they were, they gave very little and it hurt a lot.
"Owwww!"
"Shush!"
Move movement between her legs. A dildo went up
her ass. Equally deep. She groaned. She loved anal
sex, but this was being lost in the pain and pleasure
pouring into her brain.
"Please." She had to breath.
Terry sat back from her and spread her legs. Her
sex was glistening and totally open with excitement as
she spread her legs almost complete opposite each
other. She picked up a dildo and Traci saw it was
attached to a box on the floor between them. Other
wires led up to her front, but she couldn't see over
her protruding chest. Her head spun. The more excited
she became, the less she could breath.
Terry began to stroke the lips of her pussy with
the end of the dildo. It was covered with bumps and
spikes and she groaned as it touched nerves and poked
at her clit and tender inner lips.
She continued this for some minutes, then stopped and
attached a small ring to her clit and rings to her own
tight nipples. More wires to the box.
More stroking. Then, the studded and obscene head
of the dildo eased past the inner lips and disappeared.
A wave of contraction rippled across Terry's belly and
tightened around the end of the dildo. The dildos
inside Traci jumped in response and a tingling shock
shot through her nipples.
Traci groaned loudly.
"This is the part where you get to watch me
masturbate. I hope you enjoy it as much as I am.
Ummmm.." More ripples. Traci squirmed. Her arousal
soared. And she got even more lightheaded. She was
floating. Pain and pleasure mingled and she danced
among them.
Terry was groaning as well. Her own rings were
being stimulated as well and she approached her first
orgasm. Her rings were stimulated far more strongly
than Traci's, allowing her to orgasm readily while
bringing Traci to orgasm far more slowly. Just as
Terry liked it. She would masturbate like this for
hours if her partner lasted.
Traci lasted. And lasted and lasted. Exhausted
from the trip, the wine, the meal and this sudden
encounter, she floated along for hours and Terry worked
up to orgasm after orgasm. Each caused Traci's dildo's
to jump and jerk about and her breasts to burn more and
more intensely, but she only approached orgasm slowly.
Her frustration was enormous and tears flowed down her
cheeks as she whimpered and moaned.
And then, for the first time ever, Terry knew she
herself was exhausted from the unexpectedly long
session. She changed a setting on the box between them
and the sensations increased in intensity, rising,
driving her higher and higher, and then, perfectly
timed with Terry's last orgasm, Traci fell off the edge
of the cliff and groaned and squeaked as she shook with
release.
Her breath was even more choked and her
lightheadedness turned into a flash of light and she
fainted.
It was several minutes later that she awoke in
Terry's arms. The vest was released but still around
her. The spreader bar and bar behind her back was
gone, as well as the rest of the restraints. Terry was
stroking her. It was some time before Traci could
focus.
"Are you OK, honey?" Terry had never had someone
go out for so long.
"I think so." Traci sounded shaky.
"Look, get on the bed and lay down a while. I'll
make us some coffee. Here, lets get the rest of this
off, the boots too." It was a struggle with the boots,
as always, but then Traci was naked and Terry pulled a
sheet and blanket over her.
In spite of her exhaustion, Traci felt somehow a
glow, a soothing warm relaxation from the intense
sexual experience.
Terry came back with a tray and a steaming pot.
"Here, drink a little. Listen, I went too far
tonight. Got carried away a bit, what with you lasting
so long and all. Are you sure you're OK?" She really
sounded concerned and scared.
"I'll be fine. It was a bit intense. And very
scary. I mean, it was so fast. I wasn't expecting you
to do that. And for me to be so helpless so fast."
"Yes, that's part of the plan to build fear and
enhance the sexual aspects."
"It's really assault, you know. Not telling me
first." Traci wasn't at all sure she trusted Terry.
Some of the residual fear was now turning to anger.
"I know. Really, I do. I guessed you'd enjoy and
not complain. Sometimes, I pick the wrong people to do
this to and I get in trouble."
"I'll bet you do. Is it worth the risk?"
"I've tried it the other way, you know, totally
voluntary, and so on. It's not the same. I think I'm
addicted to the high from the fear and all. It's
probably sick." Terry looked down.
"You have a point there Terry. You should see
someone. The voluntary part is fine for those who are
interested, but this way...." She trailed off. And
started to find her clothes and dress.
"Did you." Terry's voice was low. "Did you enjoy
it? At all?"
"Yes. Yes I did. It was very scary and very new
and your little box of tricks had me just crazy with
lust. When the orgasm came, it was very, very
intense." She tucked in her blouse and then sat next
to Terry on the bed. "But you really can't just assault
people this way. You could end up in jail."
"I know. I know. I don't seem to be able to help
myself."
"Well, go talk to someone about it. Now, let's go
find the rest of them at Donna's. Oh, my gosh, look at
the time!" They were both astonished at how the hours
had fled. They were out of the flat and walking
swiftly through the night. Traci took Terry's arm.
Terry felt relieved and wondered if they were the
last ones to head for the orgy. God, she didn't think
she had another orgasm in her.
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Subject: NEW STORY: Heather Pt.27G [A-H] [FF]
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The Adventures of Heather, Part 27G [A-H]
by Ramapo
Hilda led Sherry back to her bedroom. Sherry
would have followed her anywhere at this point, knowing
she was only seconds away from being able to handle and
suck the biggest tits she had ever seen.
At the bed, Hilda turned to face her and removed
her blouse. Somehow, Sherry had expected an
overweight, fleshy figure all over, but other than the
two masses of encased flesh cantilevered from the high
up on Hilda's ribcage, Hilda had a very nice figure,
with a flat stomach and not overly full hips. Nice
straight thighs and calves to small feet.
"You expected me to be fat, right honey?"
"No, I.....well, yes, I guess I did. I'm sorry."
"It's OK. Everyone does. God just gave me more
hormones than anyone else and didn't turn them off when
he should have. Here, help me with the bra." She
guided Sherry around to her back. The bra was
obviously custom made, with at least a dozen very
strong hooks at the middle of her back. It looked like
the material was some sort of industrial strength
spandex or something.
"Start at the bottom."
Sherry did as she was instructed, wondering how
the woman ever got dressed in the morning. Finally the
last of them were undone and Hilda turned around again.
"Now, take off the cups for me and let me show you
your surprise."
Even as hopelessly excited as Sherry was at this
point, she was a bit nervous. She ran her hands under
the bra straps from the side and eased the enormous
cups down and off. The flesh sagged as the support was
removed. The areolas were dark brown and were, well,
proportionately big. Very big. Bigger than the palm
of her hand, anyway. The nipple was a thick brown
nodule that stood up more than a little. Slowly, her
hands ran over the flesh and she felt a wave of heat
between her legs from arousal. She knew her underwear
must be soaked and getting wetter by the second.
Her fingers reached the areolas and nipples and
gently stroked their wrinkled surface. She was
surprised when her fingers got wet and the dark skin
glistened with wet.
She pulled her hands away and looked up at Hilda,
who had a big grin and eyes half closed, a purring look
of contentment on her face.
"Are you surprised dear?" It was a whisper.
"What? I don't understand?" Sherry asked.
"I'm lactating. Come, have a drink."
Sherry felt confused and not a little bit
repulsed. Lactating? Milk? The woman was giving
milk!
But it made no real difference in the end.
Sherry's addiction was too strong and Hilda gently
guided her head down again to the thick nipple and
placed it between her lips. A hot tongue rasped over
the nipple and then Hilda gasped and groaned words of
encouragement. Sherry started to suck hard, by reflex
it seemed. The very thought of drinking the milk of
another woman felt wicked and excited her. She sucked
again, her cheeks hollowing. Now she knew why the
breasts were so turgid, they were plump with milk!
Hilda's milk let down in a rush and a steady flow
poured from the nipple, with Sherry pulling and gently
chewing on the nipple with her lips, now swallowing
fast to keep up. Soon, she moved to the other breast
and it too filled her mouth with warm nectar. Back and
forth until the fluid almost totally ceased.
Hilda slid her right hand palm up down Sherry's
flat stomach and inside her scant panties. There was
no hesitation as the fingers flowed through the neatly
cropped hair and then into the now puffy and waiting
pussy. Sherry groaned and humped the fingers as two of
them disappeared inside, a deep penetration, filling
her and pressing down hard on her clit. The fingers
thrashed around and pumped in and out and Sherry's
body, lost in the lust of breast gratification, rushed
toward an orgasm. Sherry crashed over the top into
oblivion before she had any sense of the frantic rush
and release. It knocked the wind out of her and she
gasped and grunted several times, milk spilling from
her lips, running down the engorged flesh onto the
Hilda's belly. She began to lick to get it all back.
The fingers continued to pump and again Sherry
lost control as her mind filled with stars and
lightning bolts slammed into her belly. One thing
Sherry knew how to do was to totally relax and let her
body go when an orgasm approached and tonight, she was
floating in a mist of lust from the rapid fire
releases.
It was many minutes before she began to slow down
and ease away from the mounds of flesh, now exhausted.
Hilda's breasts now spread out over her upper
belly, the soft bags no longer so tense and strained.
Even so, their enormity made it impossible for Hilda to
look down and see Sherry's face as Sherry lay her head
on Hilda's stomach to rest.
"Did you like that?" Hilda purred.
"Oh, yes. It was so wicked. I never expected
that. Never. I can't believe we did this." Sherry
sighed.
"Would you like to do it again before you go?"
"So soon, I thought...." Sherry lifted her head
to look over the mounds.
"Well, we have to give them a bit of a chance to
recover, deary, but in an hour or so, I think I can
accommodate you."
Sherry sat up.
Hilda knew all the questions that were in Sherry's
mind, and as they passed the time, Hilda filled Sherry
in on how her breasts had begun to develop early and
just never stopped until recently. And how she had
become a wet nurse for a sick child at the nearby
hospital and discovered the erotic sensation of giving
milk. And finding out that several of her girlfriends
were excited about it as well. Getting the Dr. to give
her some hormone shots to keep the milk coming over the
months since the child got well was easy.
"Hilda, what's it like to be so, well, huge?"
"Well, aside from an occasional chance to meet
someone like you, it's not much fun. I'd get them
reduced, but just don't have the money." For the first
time, Hilda sounded depressed or down.
Sherry sat in silence, then looked down on her own
perfectly formed B cup breasts, that never needed a bra
except to cover up her small very sensitive pebble
sized nipples. Clothes fit her right off the rack and
she knew she looked good in them. No, she looked great
in them. She looked back over at Hilda as she moved
around the room, back from getting a big drink of
water. The enormous, industrial strength bra hung over
a chair back. The cups were vast.
Hilda came back, rubbing her breasts on the side,
lifting they up a bit.
"I'm getting hard again dear. Like a bit more
before we head for the party?"
In spite of her slowly clearing head, she leaned
forward and began again to lick slowly, finally drawing
a nipple inside her hot mouth and the flood began
again. Smaller this time, to be sure, but a flood none
the less. She was still surprised that she liked the
way it tasted and emptied both breasts rather quickly.
Then, she pushed Hilda onto her back and began to
eat her. Hilda groaned and thrashed, linking one leg
over Sherry's shoulders, pulling her in even tighter.
Sherry didn't disappoint her.
The hours passed.
Hilda gave a yelp. "The time! The party! We've
got to get a move on!"
They rushed to get dressed and were out in the
street in minutes. Sherry had made up her mind.
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The Adventures of Heather, Part 27H [A-H]
by Ramapo
"Where the hell are you taking me?" Heather
giggled nervously as they hustled through the dim isles
of the British Museum.
They had taken a cab to the back door from the
restaurant and had come in using Shannon's security
badge in the back door's mag stripe reader.
"Can't we look around a bit?" Shannon had a hand
firmly in her back and kept Heather moving smartly
along.
"No time. Sorry. Here, through this door. Watch
the steps. Go down two levels." There, a long hallway
opened before them with doors opening off it every few
yards. It smelled just a bit musty. Finally, Shannon
stopped and pulled a key from her purse and opened the
door. Inside, it was a smallish office absolutely
stuffed with cabinets and a small desk. The overhead
light and light on the desk managed to light the place
reasonably well.
"Wow, not much space." Heather commented. On the
top of one of the cabinets, Heather found herself
looking into the ancient gaze of Queen Hapshetsut
herself. The bust looked new. She reached out her
hand to touch the face.
"Ummm, please don't. It's the original. We have
to wear plastic gloves when we handle them, to keep the
oil and acid from our skin off the paint and stone.
Sorry."
"She was very beautiful."
"Yes, like you." Shannon replied.
Heather blushed. "OK, OK, when are you going to
tell me what's going on?"
Shannon had opened the door to the adjoining room
and pulled her inside. She was surprised to find a
nice carpet under her feet and blue drapes hanging from
the walls.
"We're going to dress you up just like the Queen.
Strip off." Shannon began to unbutton Heather's blouse.
"What? Here? Now?" Heather stepped back from
Shannon's eager hands, her blouse gapping open. Her
deep cleavage and upthrust breasts were pushing the
fabric open.
"Sure. I've wanted to do this since I first came
here, but you can't do it alone. But, I have keys to
all the stuff we need and you are perfect. Well, these
titties (her hands brushed over the firm flesh) are
bigger than we think she was, but, height, hair,
colouring, perfect. Come on, we'll take some pictures
to remember it." Her hands resumed their work.
Heather stepped back again. It sounded like fun.
She was grinning. "On one condition."
"What?" Shannon looked up.
"You strip off as well." Heather had a big grin
on her face.
"I can't. I promised my lover I wouldn't fool
around and this Summer I've managed to get this far,
but I'm not sure I can keep that promise with you
around. I'm very attracted to you. In case you hadn't
noticed."
"Tough. If you want me to prance around like the
Queen for you, we get naked together." Heather didn't
want to foul up Shannon's love life, but now that she
had laid on her demand, she didn't want to back off.
Reluctantly, Shannon gave in. "OK. But don't get
fresh." She eyed Heather. It was hopeless. She knew
she'd end up on the floor with this very likeable, sexy
American and already she felt the tension in her chest
and belly as her arousal climbed.
Heather stripped down and then peeled off her bra
and panties and faced Shannon. Shannon's eyes were
taking in Heather's abundant form. It was warm in the
room, but Shannon's gaze had Heather very hot and her
nipples were growing in length.
"Gosh." Was all Shannon could get out. She bit
her lower lip.
"Now you." Heather's voice was soft.
Shannon's body was pale and her skin so fine and
delicate it was almost translucent. The network of
fragile blue veins in her breasts was very visible,
leading to pink areolas and small nipples, standing out
just a bit and obviously very hard. There wasn't a
visible blemish on her whole body.
Heather stepped close and without warning, took
Shannon's right breast in her hand and held it. Then
she kissed her. It was a long kiss. It left Shannon
trembling.
"You promised not to get fresh." She whispered in
Heather's ear as their bodies flowed into each other.
The hot, firm flesh of Heather's right breast pressing
against her breastbone felt wonderful and she relaxed
against it.
"No I didn't. Are you really complaining?"
"No. Oh, this is nice." Shannon's right hand
travelled up from Heather's waist and began to explore
Heather's other breast. Now it was Heather's turn to
shiver a bit.
"Ummmmmm. I like that."
"So beautiful." Shannon half moaned in Heather's
ear.
They stood there together for a few moments and
Shannon slowly pulled back.
"I really do want some pictures. Can we wait a
bit. Don't be mad."
"I'm not mad. Sounds like fun. What do we do."
Heather grinned.
Shannon became quite animated. She pulled a chair
over and Heather sat down and in a flash, she was re-working Heather's hair into an Egyptian style. With no
mirrors in the room, Heather couldn't tell what was
going on or what she looked like. After a bit, Shannon
moved Heather over by a small table at the side of the
room and produced a makeup kit. She carefully removed
the little makeup Heather wore and began to apply the
bold colours and black outlining used by the Queen.
Having painted quite a few statues of the Queen,
Shannon knew exactly what and where to apply it and her
hands moved quickly and accurately over and around
Heather's face.
"There." Shannon sat back. "Now, we are going to
dress you. Except for the sandals and the dress, the
rest of this stuff is really the original stuff from
her tomb. So be very, very careful. If anybody knew
we took it out and actually put it on you, I'd be
killed and out of a job so fast."
"Are you sure we should do this? I mean...."
"We'll be very careful. Hey, all I've done this
Summer is to eat and sleep with this babe. I've got
her on the brain. I want to see what she'd look like
with the stuff on. All these fuddy-duddies around here
would never dream of actually dressing someone up. OK,
let me go get the stuff from the cabinets. Back in a
few. Here, take this, but don't put it on just yet.
And, don't look in a mirror till we're all done, I want
you to be surprised."
"OK. I'll be careful."
Shannon had handed her an oddly shaped object that
had a bulbous handle and then what appeared to be a
scoop underneath, not unlike an ornate small grain or
seed scoop. She had no idea how she was to put it on.
Or where. She turned it over and on the bottom of the
scoop was the cartouche of the queen. At least that's
what she guessed it was.
Shannon came back and carefully attached a
delicate gold chain around her waist and let is rest on
her hips. It had small gold rings attached around it
and a dangle with a small pendant of green stone hung
down the back, pulling the chain between her cheeks.
It felt good. Heather noticed that Shannon's hands
lingered for just a moment over her ass as she guided
the dangle into place. Her nails left her buttocks
tingling.
"Ummmmmm...." Heather responded to the fondling,
instantly reacting to the tightening in her belly.
"Sorry." Shannon was beet red. "I..."
"Don't apologize, just dress me."
Shannon was back with three other chains. "These
idiots still haven't figured out what the queen did
with these. They think they're bracelets." She was
grinning.
She reached for Heather's left breast and nipple,
but drew her hand back. Heather could see her breath
had quickened.
"What's the matter?"
"I. It's getting me horny. Maybe we should stop.
I don't think....."
Heather just reached out and gently pulled her
hands onto her breast, feeling the nipple tighten and
tingle. "In for an ounce, in for a pound. We'll be
good. At least, we'll try."
Shannon stared at Heather, her hands burning hot
from the contact with Heather's very firm tit. Slowly,
she moved her eyes down and forced her hands to move,
but took the opportunity to stroke the breast lovingly.
She moved a small ring to the end of Heather's nipple.
"You have such gorgeous breasts."
"Thank you. So do you."
"This might hurt. She was obviously smaller than
you. I mean, her nipples."
"I'll be brave. Ouch!" Heather yelped.
The ring was suddenly all the way down at the base
of the nipple. The gold chain hung out a good five
inches from Heather's flat and fluttering belly,
swinging gently. The nipple burned from Shannon's
abrupt pinch and pull. The burn settled down into a
flow of hot sparks across her breast. She was so
focused and turned on by the feeling, she hardly
noticed Shannon reach for her other nipple and then,
the stabbing pain caused her to yelp again.
"Ouch! That hurts! At least at first. Then, it's
really getting me horny. My nipples are on fire."
Shannon was staring at the now totally turgid
points, sticking out to their unusual length. The two
chains swung.
"Wow. Those are some nipples."
"Shut up and rub them a bit. They sting. Maybe
the rings are too tight."
Shannon, her reluctance falling away by the
second, welcomed the invitation to rub the long dark
spears. They were rock hard in the palm of her hand
and the heat from her hand sent a wave of arousal down
Heather's front to her pussy.
"Ohhhhhh. That's more like it. Rub them hard."
Shannon obliged for a few seconds. Heather was
breathing hard and her eyes were closed. Shannon
started to lean forward to kiss her, but pulled back
when Heather opened her eyes. She dropped her hands.
"Now what?"
The question brought Shannon back to the subject
at hand. "We, ah, we. Here, we hook these rings
through the rings on the waist chain. And then, we
attached these dangles to the hooks on the chains from
your nipples." The weight of the beautiful teardrop
red stones was sending waves of heat through her chest
as the stones bounced slightly and swung from the
chains.
"God, Shannon, I'm getting so hot." The chain in
her butt was now pressing against her tightly and the
stone was banging on the inside of her thighs. Her ass
tingled.
"I can see that. Me too. As if you couldn't
tell." A beautiful rose blush was spreading across
Shannon's upper chest.
Heather stroked her shoulders, holder her eyes
locked with her own, then ran her hands down over the
translucent skinned teardrop breasts. Shannon's breath
caught from the heat of Heather's hands and then her
eyes fluttered as she lost her concentration. In a
flash, she was more turned on than she had ever been in
her life. Heather's hands fell away and Shannon opened
her eyes.
"Heather......"
"Get me dressed first."
"I don't think I can wait."
"Yes, hurry up and then we can."
Shannon brought over sandals and helped Heather to
get the complex wrappings right. By the time they were
done, Heather was near orgasm from all the sensations
in her ass and nipples from the swinging and jerking on
the flesh.
Next came neck chains of many kinds. Finally,
Shannon produced a pullover that was more sheer than
anything Heather had ever seen. Almost invisible on
her, it clung and hung to her form and yet somehow did
nothing to interfere with the chains and dangles. It
felt wonderful. Unexpectedly warm, but revealing
everything.
Then, Shannon came back with a tray and produced a
spectacular gold mesh piece that went to the base of
her neck and flowed over her shoulders and down over
the tops of her breasts, flowing into the valley
between them like some sort of cape. The weight
surprised her and further, it added to the steady
sensations in her tits and somehow, amplified them.
"OK. Now, the last piece." Shannon lifted the
grain scoop from the table.
"What the heck is that thing?" Heather had never
felt so alive, in a sexual trance. Her mind was a bit
fuzzy, but every nerve in her skin and groin seemed to
be directly plugged into her pleasure center and she
was building up to an overload. In spite of this, she
began to understand the scoop's true function as
Shannon gripped it from the base of the scoop and
turned the oddly bulbous handle" upward and toward
Heather's lower belly.
Heather answered her own question. "It's a dildo!"
she whispered and her pussy pulsed with excitement and
anticipation.
Shannon lowered it and raised the pullover. The
head of the dildo found Heather's prominent mound in a
smooth steady motion and then effortlessly buried
itself to the hilt in Heather's pussy. Shannon let go
and in spite of the intensely pleasurable distraction
of the sudden penetration, Heather was amazed it didn't
just fall out. Her muscles seem to fit perfectly
around the base of the bulb and held it firmly inside..
The odd shaped bulb inside her was pressing lightly on
her "G-Spot" and sending a steady stream of fire inside
her loins. Her pussy kept clamping down on it in
reflex and every time they did, it pressed on the spot
and sent a jolt straight up her spine.
The scoop was in fact a special shield that went
across the entire front of Heather's copious bush,
hiding it, yet pressing tightly back against her in a
very stimulating way. Her growing clit was being
guided up a carved channel in the back of the scoop and
was now pinned up and back, well past her swollen open
lips and up onto her pubic bone.
She was trembling now from all the stimulation and
felt an orgasm approaching.
"Shannon, God, I'm so close. I'm going to come any
second! Owww....." The moan somehow focused Shannon.
She had dreamed of doing this for so many nights as her
hand she pleasured herself in the dim light of her
bedroom. And now.......
Before her stood the most exotic figure she had
ever seen. It was Hapshetsut herself. Her goal within
reach, she somehow backed away and grabbed the camera
and charged the flash. Telling Heather instructions
quickly, she modelled this way and that as Shannon ran
through a quick roll and then changed film. Heather
was too far gone to argue and barely heard Shannon.
Somehow, she fought back the orgasm and followed
instructions.
"Hurry. I need to come so bad. I think I'm almost
there." Heather was breathless. The feedback cycle
between her legs and the bounce of the weights on her
tits was more than she could bear. Almost in total
overload, she cycled higher. Her breathing was almost
stopped from the tension and she was getting
lightheaded.
The flash startled her and interrupted the orgasm
just before it exploded. Another flash, then more and
more and then the second roll of film was used up.
Shannon set the camera down and came back and stood in
front of Heather.
Shannon was now letting herself fully share in the
excitement and a telltale trickle of come was smeared
on the inside of her thighs. It had been a long
summer. And now, her queen, Hapshetsut stood before
her and somehow it wasn't Heather anymore, but the
queen herself. And Shannon did what she knew the
female attendants would have done. For, Hapshetsut was
a lesbian.
Shannon slid her body against Heather and Heather
exploded at last in a wild cry and groan. Pressing her
own pubis tightly against the shell, the small bumps of
the cartouche on her side rubbed her clit and she began
to moan into Heather's mouth. The pressure pushed the
dildo back into Heather's womb and then released it.
It slammed back into Heather's "G" spot and Heather's
hips jerked hard into Shannon. Her clit hardened
further and she gasped as the motion repeated itself
again and again.
"My god, Shannnnnnn." Heather mumbled. "I'm going
to go again.. Ohhhhh."
"Me........" to, but it didn't come out as Shannon
wailed. "Aaahhhhhyyeeeeeee!" and her first orgasm
broke over the top and her insides pulsed and rippled.
Her nipples were rock hard and blood red from the
engorged flood in her chest. Sensitive in the extreme,
they rubbed against the sheer film of fabric and gold
mesh covering Heathers's upper body and burned with an
intensity that drove the breath from her.
And again.
And yet again. The minutes flew by as the
pleasure drove them on and on. A slick film of sweat
covered their bodies as they pounded against each other
in a steady rhythm, broken only by the rapid shudders
and occasional spasm of orgasm.
Somewhere between two rushes of fire, Heather
realized that Shannon was not only as hot as her, but
matching her orgasm for orgasm, something that even
Traci couldn't do. It was a first and the shared
excitement drove them on, higher and higher. A soul
mate. A pussy mate. At some level, the orgasms of one
triggered the next in the other. Heather was more out
of control and deeper into the power of pure lust than
anything she had ever known. She flowed down into the
heat and musk of the emotion and drove ever harder
against Shannon's swollen mons.
"We......have......to......stop.......Ahhhhh!!!"
Shannon gasped somehow, not wanting to in the least,
but knowing they had to get the stuff put away and get
out of the museum soon.
"Oh! Oh! NO! I CAN'T STOP!!! Yes. YES.
YESSSSSSSS!!!!" Heather's answer wasn't going to make
it easy. Her pelvis slammed into Shannon. Sparks flew
through their brains.
"Got TO!...Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes.. One more.
One more, then....One MORE!!!! Shannon promised
herself, it had to be the last. And five minutes and
one more enormous orgasm later, she pushed herself
back, gasping for air, her body still just as excited
as when they started. It amazed her. She liked sex
and was always an energetic partner, but this was
beyond anything she had ever experienced. To have come
like this, again and again, and still be ready for
more. No, not just ready. Almost addicted to having
more.
And another piece of her study of the queen fell
into place. Her slaves gave themselves willingly,
ready to do anything to be with the queen. Anything.
Her breathing slowed.
"Owwww. Come back. More." Heather reached for
her and Shannon backed up again.
"I want to. More than anything. Really. God,
look at my nipples. Ouch! Boy are they tender!"
Shannon wailed. They really hurt.
She reached to begin taking off various things.
Heather grabbed her and pulled her close. "More." She
slid her tongue deep into Shannon's mouth and Shannon
moaned. Two of Heather's fingers slid into her pussy
and now she cried out and the pumping fingers lifted
her back onto the pleasure wagon and pushed her over
the edge into orgasmic free fall. She came done and
managed to get some arm bands off.
Heather sucked her nipples and the pain exploded
in her brain and then intense heat and she had the
first nipple orgasm she'd ever experienced. But, then,
she managed to get a finger under the scoop neck and
pull down on the dildo. Heather's muscles fought back
and she clamped her legs together, but Shannon was
faster and it popped free and swung upside down and
Shannon placed it on the counter. The heavy aroma of
sex filled the room.
"Hey, I wasn't done yet." Heather complained.
"We have got to get out of here. Sooner or later
the guard will be by to check and it's been too long
already. Help me. Stop that! Come on." She slapped
Heather's wandering hand off her breast.
And slowly, Queen Hapshetsut became Heather again.
They left the makeup on as it would take too long to
remove. But the priceless artifacts went back into the
cases and Shannon packed the slip into its box to take
home, as it was hers. And the sandals.
She checked all the locks twice and then they
turned out the lights and retraced their steps and then
were outside in the night air.
They stopped and looked at each other. "Wow!"
They both said together. And laughed.
Arm in arm, they headed down the street. Just
before they got to the meeting place, Shannon stopped
and pulled Heather back into a dark doorway and they
kissed for a long time.
"I'm sorry for making you break your promise."
Heather stroked Shannon's face and hair. Shannon's
green eyes sparkled and shot green sparks into the
night as she gazed into Heather's face..
"I'm sorry you have to leave in a few hours. I've
never had a lover like this, I mean it was so
INTENSE..."
"Shush." Heather said softly. "Me neither. It
was fantastic. I don't want to leave either, but I
can't stay. Really."
"I know. And it's time for me to go home." She
paused. "You know, back at the museum, you...you
became my queen. The queen. It was weird. I think
about her all the time and seeing you like that...It
was like it went back in time."
Heather understood. She had felt like the queen.
Shannon's queen. And Shannon was her slave. Passion
roared through her and she found it hard to breath.
She forced herself to stop thinking about it. It
always scared her just how much she enjoyed dominating
others. It took her to sexual highs far above her
normally overactive response.
"And if I come back and visit you in Ireland and
become your queen again, you will be my slave?"
Heather asked only half serious.
"Oh. Yes. Oh, my yes." Shannon breathed, the
very thought of it sent another chill down her spine.
If only Heather would come back to see her.
They held each other a long time without speaking.
And then, at last, slowly walked the last few yards
and went up the stairs.
The apartment was full of everyone and Heather and
Shannon were the last to show up. The place was noisy
with smoke and laughter and the tinkle of glasses.
They were both surprised that everyone was still
in their clothes and in the living room. Donna
untangled her self from a chair and came over.
"Well, don't tell me you two are also too tired now
for the orgy? Wow, some makeup job. You have to tell
us all about what you've been up to." She was laughing.
Shannon and Heather both blushed brightly and
nodded.
"Don't tell me. You couldn't keep your hands off
of each other and now you're too tired from screwing
all night." Donna sighed even as she laughed..
"Something like that. Is that what happened to
the others as well?"
Donna nodded. "All of us. Some orgy. Get
something to eat. Maybe next time, if there is any.
At least everyone seemed to have a great time." She
walked away.
They cruised the party for a while and soon
everyone was sitting in a circle sharing their
evening's adventures with the others. There was lots
of giggling and expressions of mock shock and teasing.
But they were all impressed with how varied all the
tales were and how well they had been paired off. Only
Donna was disappointed that the group sex never got off
the ground.
"Well, it was exciting to think about, anyway."
They all agreed.
Heather slipped away and removed the makeup and
washed her face. Then returned to the group.
By now, Barbara and Elizabeth were sitting
together, lightly holding hands. A start.
"Well, I hate to end this, but the sun is up and
we have an airplane to catch." Traci announced. There
were hugs all around. Donna made sure all the keys
were accounted for. Except for the waitress, who had
called to say her roommate was ill and they wouldn't be
attending.
It was quiet in the car as they raced out to
Heathrow. More hugs before security stopped Barbara
and Elizabeth. Promises to keep in touch and addresses
were exchanged.
And suddenly, they were on the plane heading out
over Ireland. Heather fell asleep instantly and soon
Sherry joined her. Traci wasn't far behind and snoozed
until lunch was served. The stew in first class came
by and handed Traci a message.
"For the brunette in the middle. When she wakes."
The stewardess was slim and sleek, even in her uniform.
Obviously closely tailored beyond normally company
requirements. Dark hair, a layer cut down the back of
her neck, emphasizing one of her best features. Smoky
eyes. Bangs.
Traci put the message on the food tray and resumed
eating.
Back at the first class galley, the stew resumed
filling pots with hot coffee and preparing to gather
trash. The other stew working the section joined her
briefly. Her blonde hair rich figure contrasted the
slim figure of the other.
"What did she say to your invitation?"
"Sleeping. A bit tired from last night. Donna
said I should enjoy her based on her activities from
last night."
"Mind if I join you?"
"Not in the least." She looked around and no one
was looking. She pulled the breaker on lights of the
toilet on the plane least able to be seen by all the
first class passengers and hung an "Out of Order" sign
on the handle. A brief call to the cockpit to explain
the breaker as a clogged john to keep them from getting
alarmed.
"All set."
"A bit optimistic, aren't we?"
"Seems a sure thing, according to Donna." She
squeezed the blondes arm as she went by.
"Let her sleep for a while. Then, the games will
begin. I get first crack." They both started laughing
at the bad pun. Actually, the blonde was far more
interested in the other stew than Heather. Screwing
women in the bathroom was intense and scary.
Especially on these West to East crossings in daylight
with most passengers awake.
They started up the isle clearing and pouring
seconds of coffee and tea.
Heather slept on for quite a bit and then woke up,
needing to use the bathroom. She glanced at Traci and
noticed she had a blanket pulled up to her chin and was
sleeping soundly. She had a slip of paper in one hand,
folded over.
Heather unbuckled and headed back down the isle.
The dark haired stew seemed to expect her, for some
reason. Heather noticed the out of order sign.
The other bathroom was busy, but only the two
stews were around and everyone else was watching a
movie or asleep.
"Can we use this?" Heather asked, more than a bit
uncomfortable.
"Perfect." The stew took Heather's question as an
answer to her unread invitation. She nodded to the
other stew who headed over as Heather unlocked the
door. As she stepped in, the other two followed her
and in a second the door shut and was locked, but no
lights came on.
"Oh. OH!" The hot hands on her breasts were a
shock and in seconds her top was out of her pants and
she was twisted sideways with one leg bent at the knee
and up on the lid of the john. She was immobilized.
"Please. I have to pee." She realized it must be
the stew in here with her. Surprised, but not scared.
It was only sex.
A husky voice told her to be quiet and a hot hand
unhooked her bra while another unsnapped her jeans and
unzipped them. The hands travelled down and up and a
palm took her left breast and the other travelled into
her underway from the rear and a slim finger was
inserted into her pussy from the rear. Peeing was
forgotten.
She became aware of other hands on the woman doing
her and realized the other stew was in with them. She
groaned as her clit popped out and pressed into the
tight panties pressing into her slit.
It was only thirty minutes. But it was a hell of
an orgy. Donna would have been proud.
End of Part 27
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The Adventures of Heather, Part 27E [E-H]
by Ramapo
Heather and Shannon were now chatting like old
friends.
"I've been good all summer. I promised I'd be good
and not cheat, but it's been so hard."
Shannon explained to Heather. She looked sideways at
Heather's abundant curves. Gosh, this was a mistake.
She'd never get through the night.
"That's very loyal of you. What kind of art
history have you gotten interested in?"
"Well, it's a bit strange, but Egyptian art seems
to really attract me. I've been working on a project
all summer to recreate in perfect detail one of the
outfits of Queen Hapshetsut. As a matter of fact, I
finished the outfit last week and now am writing up the
report. What I really need is...." Her eyes went
wide. "Listen, I need pictures of someone in the
outfit, and you would be perfect! You're just the
right height and build. We'll, the boobs are a bit
much, but that would just make the effect all that more
impressive!"
"What, tonight? When would we have time to do
that?" It sounded different though, and quite
unexpected!
"Sure, we could do it. Finish up eating, skip
dessert and go over to the museum and take the
pictures. A couple of hours should do it. Are you
game?"
Heather couldn't see herself as an Egyptian. The
picture just wouldn't come for her. But, Shannon was
nice, and it would be something very different. "Sure,
why not. But I don't think this is what Donna had in
mind."
"Oh, I think Donna would approve." Shannon had a
impish grin and turned to the hot food just put in
front of her.
Heather began to eat. An Egyptian queen. She
tried to remember what they wore. Vague images of
statues and heads came to her, but nothing very clear.
Finally, she gave it up and concentrated on eating.
Barbara and Lilly didn't talk much during dinner.
They both felt a bit ill at ease and struggled to find
something in common. Donna said they would have
something in common, but so far they weren't
connecting.
Barbara finally said, "We don't seem to have much
in common, do we?"
"No. The only thing we haven't talked about is
school."
"Well, I went to St. Martins up north," Barbara
said, knowing it was small and very exclusive.
"What! That's where I went! I mean, in different
years than you, I'm sure." Lilly exclaimed.
Barbara was amazed. "That is amazing. How did
you wangle that?" She suddenly had a new respect for
the girl. It required lots of money and even more
important, pull.
"Rich Uncle who expected me to marry into wealth
and had enough clout to get me in. I graduated with
honours. But he didn't know I was gay and there was no
hope for his plan." She laughed.
They raised their glasses and toasted their alma
mater.
"Barbara, you seem like you have a lot more on
your mind than this evening, if I may be so bold."
"Well, it's no secret that my husband isn't exactly
a stay at home type, if you know what I mean, and I've
worked hard at figuring out how to curtail his
activities in that direction. I think I've got some
leverage now, but I'm not sure how to use it."
"Leverage? Oh, you've got something on him.
Pictures?"
"Of him? Heavens no! Of the women." Barbara
laughed.
"I'm not sure how that would work. Surely they
have nothing to loose from a fling with him."
Barbara told her what the girls had done at the
party. She reached in her purse and pulled out a
couple of the shots. The negatives were under safe
lock and key.
Lilly gasped when she recognized the women the
pictures. "I know all three of these women. I mean,
the ones getting done here. They come in my bar all
the time! And I can tell you that your husband isn't
the only one ploughing their fields."
"Well, I don't know how to stop it without exposing
myself."
"Well, let's go for a walk and figure it out. With
these pictures, surely we can stop them and protect you
and your husband." Barbara settled the tab and gave an
enormous tip to the waitress, then they excused
themselves and went for a walk. After an hour, they
drifted up to Lilly's flat, poured a couple of stiff
drinks and continued plotting and planning. The hours
drifted by and they both got a bit drunk and began to
giggle as they thought up more and more outrageous
solutions. It was when Lilly was bending over and
pouring another drink and caught Barbara staring down
her blouse at her very visible tits that she made a
move and kissed Barbara.
Barbara responded and Lilly began to unbutton her
blouse and lightly stroke her small hard breasts. She
whispered in Barbara's ear, "I think this is what Donna
had in mind for us."
Barbara closed her eyes and let Lilly take the
lead. She wasn't sorry.
Donna and Elizabeth chatted during dinner and were
the last to leave. Out on the street, Elizabeth turned
and said, "I know this is a bit bold, but what I need
right now is a good fuck. Are you game? God, I can't
believe I just said that!"
Donna smiled, linked her arm in Elizabeth's and
said, "That is the best idea I've heard all day. Come,
my lady, and let me devour you until you've had your
fill."
And down the street they went. The waitress
watched them go, wishing they had invited her along to
the party. She turned away from the window and began
clearing the table. Donna was suddenly back at her
elbow. "Would you like to join us later?"
"Yes. Yes, please!"
Donna pressed a key and directions into her hand.
"Don't keep us waiting!"
"Can I bring my roommate?"
"Ummm, OK, but no one else, right?"
"Promise."
And Donna rejoined Elizabeth and headed off at a
fast clip. They were both eager to get their evening
started as quickly as possible.
Terry looked over at Traci. She was immediately
very attracted to this beautiful, polished woman.
Shapely, poised, self-confident. Her own style was a
bit different. She favoured the blowsy look, with hair
a bit too big and loose, clothes a bit tight. Blatantly
sexy at times, like tonight. She hung out in bars a
lot, looking for a woman to sleep with, putting up with
the constant attempts of men to pick her up. She
favoured picking up straights and seducing them as
mostly a contest. Traci was clearly not straight.
But, she was attracted to her anyway.
Traci studied Terry as they talked. Near the end
of dinner, Traci admitted she was tired from the trip
and probably shouldn't have come to the party. She was
afraid she'd disappoint everyone.
"Well, let's go back to my place for a bit and just
talk then." It sounded like a lovely idea. No
pressure. Just relaxing chatting.
Terry smiled secretly as they got in her car for
the short ride to her flat. Phase one was working just
fine. I have just the cure for being a bit tired, she
was thinking to herself.
Barbara and Lilly hit on a simple plan to use the
pictures. It would involve Lilly's help, but protect
Barbara. Lilly had moved behind Barbara and begun
rubbing her shoulders and back. It felt marvellous and
Barbara leaned into the soothing contact. She was glad
Donna hadn't paired her with Elizabeth because she was
almost certain that at the actual moment of making
love, she'd suddenly get scared, or realize that this
attraction to women she had been developing was nothing
but a passing interest. She didn't want to hurt her or
force her away. The last two days had taught her just
how close she was to her and the last thing in the
world she wanted was to loose her as a friend. She
knew it might prove impossible for Elizabeth to accept
a continued platonic relationship now, but there wasn't
anything she could do about that. This chance to
explore with Lilly might help resolve some of her own
fears and get her own mind straight about who she was,
anyway.
Barbara took another long pull on her glass of
wine and drained it. Lilly's hands were gentler now.
She had pulled Barbara's blouse out of her slacks and
the tips of her fingers were tracing the small of her
back just above the belt line.
She turned and looked at Lilly. "Take me to bed
and make love to me."
Lilly wanted that, but held back. "I thought you
and Elizabeth, well, were...."
"I don't know what we are right now. I'm very new
to even thinking about women this way. It's exciting
and scary and quite confusing."
"Have you ever.....?"
"No. Well, there was that encounter with Heather
on the plane, but it was just, well, not exactly the
full experience. Frankly, I need to try this out and
see how I feel. Please don't be offended."
Lilly sat for a long moment. She would be
Barbara's first. It had been a long, long time since
she had had an opportunity to be anyone's first.
"I promise to be gentle and stop if you want. I
won't be offended in the least. I had all those
feelings once a long, long time ago while growing up.
I almost forgot how terrified I was of really admitting
who I was or might be. I understand, really." Lilly
sat silent.
Then she hugged Barbara and took her hand and lead
her back to the bedroom. Once there, she closed the
door and pulled the blinds. It was dark in the room
now and Barbara heard Lilly moving around, covers being
pulled off the bed. And then she was back, a soft warm
presence just in front of her.
"Let me undress you. Close your eyes and just
enjoy the experience. We're going to go real slow.
When you're ready." Her fingers brushed Barbara's lips
and down her neck and began slowly unbuttoning the
already loose blouse. The long nails felt good as they
gently scrapped along the skin between her breasts and
the buttons came away. Fingertips travelled over her
belly and naval and she trembled a bit. It tickled
just a bit, but she felt her ardour rising. Lilly was
moving very slowly and making a small project out of
each button.
Then the blouse was open and cool air flowed
around her warming waist, followed by Lilly's warm
hands, tracing her curves above her hips and up under
her arms, then forward to the swell of her breasts in
her bra, but not touching there, not yet. Barbara
found herself wanting Lilly to touch her there, to
fondle her. Her nipples hardened. And Barbara's
breath came faster and she sighed very gently.
Lilly became very excited herself as she realised
Barbara was becoming excited and fought her own desire
to move faster. Slow would be better. The rest would
come later. Now she was sure.
Fingers slid the blouse over her shoulders and it
fell, a low swoop in the back and hung from Barbara's
arms and the crook of her elbows. Lilly moved behind
her and began to stroke her long neck and upper back.
Lilly could feel the goose bumps on Barbara's skin rise
and fall from the sensation of cool air and warm hands.
She eased the blouse down her arms and it fell at their
feet.
Barbara was now tingling. She felt herself
becoming more and more relaxed as this gentle woman
continued to pleasure and undress her. She sighed
again, louder.
Lilly's practised fingers found the bra clasp at
the back and the straps went slack. Barbara didn't
need much support, but the release left her nipples
scraping the back of the material in the cups and they
hardened and wrinkled. Tiny sparks were shooting down
her front and into her brain from the now very
sensitive tips. Lilly's hands slid around her sides
and pushed the cups free and the air hit her nipples,
followed a second later by the very warm, soft skin of
the palms of Lilly's hands as they cupped the firm
breasts and drove the nipples hard against her skin.
The cold followed by heat was electric and Barbara's
chest was almost glowing with heat.
"Oh!" She sighed more than exclaimed. "How
delightful."
"You have beautiful breasts. So firm. The
nipples so hard to the touch."
Lilly moved around front and Barbara trembled as
Lilly took a hard pebble of nipple between her lips,
then pulled the areola inside her mouth, then more of
the breast and began to wash the sensitive skin with
her tongue. Wet and heat poured in as the sensations
flowing from her chest and Barbara's breath was now
very ragged. Lilly moved from swelling to swelling,
savouring the wonderful taste of this woman's skin, the
hardness of the pebble in her mouth against her tongue.
Her hands were busy, tracing curves of lower back and
belly, then releasing Barbara's top buttons on the
pants at the side and the zipper slid down silently and
the pants fell to the floor.
Barbara was lost in sensations and arousal like
she had rarely every experienced before and her arousal
was cascading upward. Her pants fell and the cool air
hit her belly above her bikini panties and the tension
building between her legs spread upward in a wave.
Lilly moved her back to the edge of the bed and eased
her down on it.
She stripped to her own underwear, but left the
bra and panties on. Then she pulled Barbara's sandals
off and her pants fell by the edge of the bed. She
rubbed Barbara's feet for several moments in long
strokes, diverting Barbara's attention from the glow
above and then she began to pull toes into her mouth,
washing them with her tongue.
This was totally unexpected and Barbara groaned
and gasped loudly. It felt wonderful! And powerfully
sexy in a way she couldn't describe. Lilly was taking
complete control of her body and this was just another
stop on the way to, to what? Bliss. Barbara groaned
again as Lilly's hands moved up and down her calves and
back of her legs at the knee. That was a sensation
Barbara loved and always made her hot. Tonight, it was
petrol on an already raging fire that was sweeping her
away.
Lilly moved onto the bed beside Barbara and
returned to kissing her breasts and neck, slowing
working down to her stomach and the tops of her
panties. Then back up. Then down. This time, Barbara
lifted her hips and Lilly slid the panties down to her
knees in a practised motion. Bending her legs, moved
them to her ankles and then stepped out of them.
The kisses progressed to the top of her bush and
Barbara was so excited her pussy had swollen and opened
and presented an open invitation to be entered.
Lubrication glistened in the dim light between the
lips.
Lilly knew it was time to take Barbara to her
orgasm, that she was ready. More than ready. The
sweet aroma of Barbara's strong arousal filled the room
and Lilly was more than just a little excited herself.
She sat back and swiftly removed the bra from her own
somewhat larger breasts. They drooped and swung down
and free and the nipples scrapped along the sheet as
she moved back to Barbara's belly. Her hands moved
back and pushed her own panties off her hips and down
to her knees. A practised knee came up and the panties
were caught on her heel and pushed down and off her
other leg. Her pussy was on fire.
The kisses moved lower through the sparse bush and
finally, she was kissing the very top of the waiting
womanhood. Her left hand was tracing circles on the
back of Barbara's thighs, still bent at the knee and
above the bed, and her right was squeezing the right
nipple, cupping the breast from the side..
A darting tongue slid into the top of the crack,
above the hood of Barbara's now rigid clit. The
sensation caused Barbara to shudder and push back at
the tongue. If she had thought she might rebel at
another woman doing this to her, the thought was gone
as the tongue found her.
"Oh, yes. My. Oh, My. That.....is......so.....I
don't believe....Oh!" Barbara raised and her left arm
and pressed the back of Lilly's head down into her.
Her other arm came up and fell over her eyes and she
gasped. She was on fire now and could feel and
approaching orgasm. Normally, she could control the
pace, but now, she was on a raging flood of waves of
tension and heat and she slid further and further out
of any conscious control.
Lilly's breasts were swaying and rubbing the
sheets as she rode Barbara's heaving mons up and down.
The nipples were on fire, a feeling that had her pussy
swollen and her own sexual tension rising higher and
higher. She swung one leg over Barbara's still
upraised knee and began to rub her well lubricated lips
over the thrusting thigh. The pressure was just
perfect for her and she buried her face back in
Barbara's totally exposed pussy. As her tongue entered
deep into Barbara for the first time, a hot flood of
pent up fluid flowed from her and Lilly swallowed
quickly and kept licking deep inside.
Barbara's arm slammed the bed and she lifted her
head and began to thrash. Well beyond the point where
she normally orgasmed, the tension drove her higher and
higher and she began to wail a non-stop litany of
blessings and curses. Her hand remained buried in
Lilly's hair and she pressed her harder and harder
against her. The heat of Lilly's now very slippery
cunt on her thigh was adding to her own excitement. In
addition, the thigh was thrashing from side to side as
Barbara's body spasmed from the waves of electricity
racing up and down her spine.
Lilly was there, hanging on the threshold of
orgasm, her belly pulsing with rapid tremors. In
seconds, she'd come. She fought to distract herself,
wanting Barbara to join her. She lifted up to remove
the pressure from between her legs but the leg lifted
to follow her. Barbara was trying to respond and
unconsciously followed the retreating pussy up a few
inches and found it again.
"God....." Lilly moaned into the depths of
Barbara's cunt. The purple lips spread across the
surging thigh and a fresh flow spread down the side of
the leg and dripped on the bed.
"Ahhhhh!" Barbara continued to wail. Lilly raked
her tongue over Barbara's rigid clit over and over and
then, Barbara stiffened and her orgasm began with a
massive shudder that drove her down into the bed and
back up. Her leg drove down on the bed and Lilly, no
longer supported by the hot flesh, felt herself fall
back down onto the leg and the scraping of her clit
along the barely noticeable stubble on Barbara's leg
shot a lightening bolt through her belly and up her
spine and she came seconds behind Barbara.
The spot of white light exploded in Barbara's
brain and she orgasmed in a series of pulses that
exploded again and again in her belly, the tension and
release flooding her with pleasure and tingles of
shooting heat and tingles. Her fist had balled the
sheet as she gripped it over and over and now her arm
was rigid as she pulled the sheet harder and harder.
"Uhnnnnnngh. Ungh! Ungh! Ahhhhh.......yes,
oh yeeeessssss.....shimmmmm....."
Lilly was lost in her own bliss and she continued
to bump down hard on the hard thigh, her second orgasm
racing behind the first and this time, she slid into it
and floated away on the wave of tension that stiffened
her, then released in short jerks over and over.
It was several minutes before she crawled back up
and lay with Lilly. Barbara stroked her arm and hugged
her close.
"Now that was the best orgasm I've ever had!"
Lilly was pleased. She knew she was a good lover.
It was nice to hear, just the same.
"I think you were really ready to let your guard
down and let your true feelings out." Lilly softly
suggested.
"Well, I don't think there's any doubt about that!"
She eased off the bed and found the door. Back from
the bathroom a minute later, she pushed Lilly back on
the bed and lowered her head to the woman's breast. "My
turn." She mumbled as she returned the favour. Lilly
sighed and stroked Barbara's belly with the back of her
hand. Barbara caught on fast. She sighed and moaned.
The hours slipped away.
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The Adventures of Heather, Part 27D [A-H]
By Ramapo
In the car, Barbara drove and Elizabeth sat up
front. Traci, Heather and Sherry sat in the back.
Sherry pulled out a brush and scooted up and handed it
to Heather and asked her to do her hair. The brush
filled with the rich thick golden strands and began to
carefully straighten them into a flowing mass that
covered Sherry's back and upper ass.
Traci leaned forward and whispered in Heather's
ear while Sherry's back was turned, "Honey, I need you
so much tonight. Somehow, find time for us, OK.?"
Heather stopped and kissed Traci. She had noticed
the bra on the way out of the house.
"With that bra on, you know I'm going to jump you.
The only question is before or after dessert?" She
kissed her again. Barbara was watching in the mirror
as she drove.
"No fair starting without us!" Elizabeth turned
to see what was going on. She was not used to women
demonstrating such open affection and was surprised to
see Traci's hand rubbing Heather's breast. Her mouth
fell open in amazement, then snapped shut as she turned
away, surprised at her own embarrassment.
Heather went back to brushing. "OK, we can wait."
She knew she needed to be with Traci. She missed the
way Traci just complete devoured her during sex. Used
her up. All this sex with others felt great, but never
satisfied her the way the intense sex with Traci did.
Her crotch began to burn.
Putting the brush down, she began to put Sherry's
hair into the complex thick braid Sherry had shown her.
In just a few minutes, the golden locks were in a
beautiful braid pinned up against the back of Sherry's
head, leaving her long neck exposed. Heather resisted
the temptation to put a hickey on it right behind the
ear. Finally she ran her hand tenderly down Sherry's
back and then sat back and began to pay attention to
the ride.
"Where are we going?" Traci asked, completely
lost in the outskirts of London's sprawl.
"A little restaurant for a dinner and getting
acquainted with the others, then, who knows?"
"Do you know where it is?"
"Yes, generally. I haven't been this way in years,
so I might have to scout about." She turned down
several streets and slowed, "Well, my mind is still
sound. Here we are." She pulled into a spot just up
the street and they walked back and entered the dimly
lit restaurant.
Inside, a cute waitress spotted them and guided
them to the side of the room where several tables were
pulled together to make a larger surface. They spotted
the stewardess from the flight immediately and she came
toward them smiling.
"I'm so glad you all came. Let's get seated and
I'll introduce everybody." She took command and guided
everyone toward a specific chair. Heather's eyes were
just getting used to the light. She looked around as
they were seated. To her left was an older woman,
pleasant smile, in a blouse and slacks, Traci was
seated just beyond her. The woman was paying attention
to Traci and ignored Heather for the moment beyond that
brief smile of acknowledgement.
Heather swung right and looked into a pair of the
greenest eyes she had ever seen. So green they were
shooting sparks almost. She took in the girl's
beautiful face and nut brown hair and smiled. The
eye's were fascinating. Cool pools of excitement.
They crinkled pleasantly as she smiled back at Heather.
"Hi!" the girl said. The accent was pure Irish!
Before Heather could respond, the stewardess began
tapping on her water glass for attention.
"Now, as the person responsible for even
suggesting this evening of merriment, I want to
introduce everyone and set some rules for the evening,
as such. First, let me welcome all of you to the very
first group entertainment I've ever organized. Since
it's my first, I have no real idea of what is supposed
to happen, beyond the obvious implications of group
activities of the intimate sort."
Everyone laughed nervously.
"Seriously, I have tried to make it an evening of
good company, fun, and then if things get a bit more
rowdy, so be it. The plan is to have everyone eat a
good meal, get to know at least one other person fairly
well, perhaps split up to go do other things, such as
take in a show, a movie, dancing, whatever, and then,
for the brave of heart and otherwise horny and eager
(everyone laughed again), back to my flat for some
other entertainment of the distinctly female sort.
(Some applause and more hearty laughter. The
nervousness was fading.)
"I'm going to introduce everyone. Then, let's eat.
I'm starved. Oh, each of you will find a key and a map
to my flat under you napkin (everyone lifted and found
their key and map). Should you decide to return later
to my place, let yourself in, then leave the key in the
jar by the door. If you decide to push off and pass on
the balance of the evening, please discard my key and
the map in different places so no one will break in on
me. I hope to see you all later, but no one should
feel obligated to anything beyond dinner and some fun.
OK? Now, let's see...."
"First, I'm Donna. I work for British Air as a
stewardess and right now am on four days of holiday. I
met most of our guests at work or at parties here in
the city. I'm the one to blame if this doesn't go well
and we don't enjoy ourselves.
"Now, to my right is someone we don't have to
introduce, as I'm sure all us Brits know her on sight.
(Lots of smiles and nods.) Needless to say, her
reputation totally depends on our discretion and
agreement that she was never here tonight. So, I know
it's a bit stiff, but I'm going to ask each of you to
promise." Donna looked at each in turn and they all
said softly, "Promise".
"OK, I completely trust you on this. Now, Barbara
has insisted on picking up the tab for our dinner
tonight, so we are a bit in her favour already."
(Applause and thanks.)
"Your reputation for honesty and generosity are
well known to all of us and I hope you enjoy the
evening."
"Now, I have paired each of you up with someone
from our group that seems to be a good match. I expect
you to get to know each other a bit during dinner.
After dinner, you can do what you like with whomever,
or go home. I already said that, I think."
"To Barbara's right is Lilly. I think you'll find
you have more in common than I am prepared to reveal
publicly at this time. I'll just say that Lilly is
self employed and is connected and leave it at that."
Lilly appeared to be a little younger than
Barbara, but had that same expensive look of clothes
and hair that Barbara always had. She and Barbara
smiled at each other and said hello.
"Now, next to Lilly is Sherry, from the US. I
think I'll have to get her beauty secrets for gorgeous
hair. You should have worn it down. It is quite
spectacular. Sherry works full time as a receptionist
in the US and she, Heather and Traci are good friends."
"Sherry's dinner partner is Hilda. Hilda has a
government job in the city that is secret, so unless we
want her to have to lock us up for telling us, we'll
not pester her about just what or where. I do know she
can find out things no one else can, but I don't know
what. Now, I hope she and Sherry hit it off."
Hilda and Sherry looked at each other and said
hello. Hilda had a strong but pleasant face, full
lips, and hair cut very short all over her head.
Sherry glanced down out of habit and her breath left
her. Hilda's chest was, well, everywhere. Sherry
gulped and tried to smile and look back up. It was a
struggle as her eyes were locked on the copious
cleavage and the hint of swollen nipples under bra and
blouse. Finally, with a great mental effort she forced
herself to look back up and found Hilda was grinning at
her.
She whispered to Sherry, "I see I've got something
you'd like to play with, sweetie."
Sherry was silent, but nodded slightly. As soon
as she spied the enormous tits, she knew she do
anything to get her hands on them. All control was
lost to Hilda without a word being spoken.
"Donna told me you were bonkers for big ones.
Well, we'll see about that a bit later. And I have a
surprise for you in a bit."
Sherry was again staring at the mountains next to
her. The maid earlier had only been a warmup for this
encounter. She gulped and tried to breath. Barbara
had continued and she missed half of what she was
saying.
"Next to Hilda is Heather, also from the US.
Heather just had a very successful art show in town and
will be going back to school on her return to the
States. Now, I've seated her with Shannon, our
beautiful student from Ireland, here on summer holiday
for a job at the British Museum in her study area,
which I believe is ancient history? No, ancient art
history, sorry."
Heather turned and looked again at Shannon. Pale
flawless white clear skin, nut brown hair pinned with
clasps on the side of the head and falling down her
back in roles of curl. And those green eyes smiling at
her. A more beautiful colleen she'd never seen. And
without warning, Heather spontaneously began to sing
the classic lines from the old Irish folk song, ending
with the chorus of "From Derry Jay to Bantry Bay, from
Galway to Dublin town, no face I've seen like my fair
colleen, she's the gem of Ireland's crown!"
The group was surprised at the sudden outburst of
song, and Shannon's face reddened, then clouded over as
the clear contralto notes gained in volume. Heather
missed the negative reaction and kept singing. And the
UK group, familiar with the song, joined noisily in the
chorus and then started laughing. Heather was very
puzzled.
Shannon leapt to her feet, all five enraged feet
of her. "Stop it! You know I hate that song! I can't
believe you put her up to this just to get at me!" She
grabbed her purse and headed for the door.
Heather was stunned at Shannon's reaction to her
well-meant compliment. She hesitated only a second and
caught Shannon just outside the door to the restaurant.
"Shannon, please. I didn't know! I'm so sorry.
Don't leave, please?"
"I don't blame you. It's them! They know how I
feel about that song!" Shannon had a virtual
thundercloud of purple anger over her head. An Irish
temper she had, that was for sure.
"It wasn't them. I love Irish music and when I saw
you and learned you were Irish, I just started singing.
Honest. I didn't even know you'd be here till we walked
in. You've got to believe me." She stopped talking and
Shannon fumed.
But, Shannon could see how earnest Heather was and
what she said made sense. She began to cool off.
"I'm sorry. I know I get too angry about it. It's
just a song. But if you had any idea how many people
want to sing that to me....."
Heather put a hand on Shannon's arm. "Let's go
back in. They'll understand. Come on, we'll have a
good time. And I promise never to sing to you again
unless it's a special request, OK?"
Shannon grinned. "That's a deal. But don't expect
me to let them just...."
"Let's pretend it never happened and start over.
Hi, I'm Heather. I think you are just stunning." She
held out her hand.
Shannon was surprised (and very pleased) at the
open admiration out here on the sidewalk. Aggressive
women were something new.
"Hi, I'm Shannon. And boy, do you have a set of
pretty titties!" She blurted, trying to match Heather's
open come on.
They both grinned.
"If you're nice, you can play with them later."
Heather whispered as then went back inside.
Shannon turned beet red. Open sex talk in a
public restaurant was far beyond her experience and it
got her excited and scared. Hardly anyone knew she was
a lesbian. Irish Catholic girls just couldn't tell
people that and expect to have a life. No wonder Donna
had said the girls from the US were wild. And
dangerous over here.
They took their seats. Donna looked as though
she expected a lecture from Shannon, but Shannon just
took a drink of water and Donna finally went on with
the introductions.
"Now, next to Shannon is another of our US
cousins, Traci. An art professor at Heather's school,
she too goes home tomorrow."
"Next to her, a new friend from a little pubbing
adventure last month, is Terry. Terry was the barmaid
and while at first glance, Traci and Terry might seem
an odd couple, I sense they will find more in common
than you would think. Anyway, I've got my fingers
crossed on this one."
Terry was a redhead, with a short, very European
hair style, classic redhead looks and a sprinkling of
cute freckles across her cheekbones and nose. Brown
eyes and a trim figure in a summer dress showed off her
small but perfect breasts. Obviously no bra.
Traci wondered just what they could talk about.
Bar hopping was not her bag. She smiled at Terry.
Terry leaned close. "Hi."
"Hello, glad to meet you." Terry smiled.
Dazzling teeth. So rare for a Brit.
"Last, we have a very last minute addition to our
group, the exquisite Elizabeth. Elizabeth is Barbara's
personal and quite private secretary. Just only today,
Elizabeth came out of the closet and joined tonight's
fun." (Lots of applause.) Donna leaned down and gave
her a big hug.
"That's from all of us. Welcome from everyone!"
(More applause)
"Since I got to choose, I selected Elizabeth for
myself. After all, it's her first night out with the
girls and she'll need special handling." (Lots of boos
and ribald comments, then laughter.) Elizabeth was
grinning and blushing deeply at the same time. She
suddenly realized the night might actually be fun. She
leaned past Donna and glanced at Barbara. She was
thrilled to make immediate eye contact. Barbara
winked. Maybe it was possible that they could have a
relationship.
Donna was still talking.
"OK. Oh, the waitress is one of us, so you can
relax around her. But behave. Barbara, give her an
outrageous tip. Now, don't get her in trouble. Right.
On to dinner. Then whatever. Now it IS supposed to be
an ORGY, so SOMEBODY come back to my place for some
games later, or I'll be very disappointed." She sat.
Everyone applauded and the table broke into polite
conversation.
The menus were handed around, drinks ordered and
hearty meals sorted out. Quiet at first, as they made
each other's acquaintances, the table noise rose after
a few minutes and soon they were all chatting like old
friends. Everyone was very excited about the fact they
were planning on doing something very naughty that none
of them had ever engaged in before. But no one was
very sure how it would all begin.
All but Sherry. Poor Sherry was almost speechless
with excitement. And Hilda played her along, enjoying
her control over the helpless girl. A deer in the
headlamps! Most of her life, Hilda had considered her
super large breasts as something to be ashamed of.
Ugly. Until she found out that quite a few men and,
less frequently, women, found them extremely sexy. And
some had absolute fixations about them. When she found
one of these people, she just used this overpowering
attraction to control the relationship in any way that
occurred to her. Since she loved sex with women, she
always made sure the price for access to her tits was a
lot of sexual service. Tonight, she planned it to be
no different.
"You've got to eat, deary. Here, let me order for
you. You have to eat something." Hilda the menu into
Sherry's hands and helped her to order. Sherry was in
a daze. "There. Now, tell me all about yourself."
With effort, Sherry began to talk about where she
lived, what she did. Hilda maintained an amused
interest as Sherry continued to talk to her tits.
"You've really got it bad." Hilda finally said.
"I. I know. I don't understand what is happening
to me. I've always liked big breasts, but this last
week it's like I can't think of anything else. I want
to have them too. I can't get enough of them. I must
be a real sicko. It's so sexist."
Hilda put her hand on her arm. "Well, maybe it is
a bit extreme. But, we all have things we truly enjoy,
perhaps too much. For me, it's chocolate. Well, there
is one other thing, but that's the surprise."
Sherry looked worried. "You aren't going to tie me
up, are you?"
"Heavens no!" Hilda laughed. "Nothing at all like
that. Now, here's dinner. I'm starved."
Sherry brightened and began to eat. It diverted
her attention for a while. She squirmed a bit to ease
the pressure and tension in her belly. Butterflies
were racing around inside and she was already very
moist with anticipation. What could Hilda's surprise
be?
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The Adventures of Heather, Part 27D [A-H]
By Ramapo
In the car, Barbara drove and Elizabeth sat up
front. Traci, Heather and Sherry sat in the back.
Sherry pulled out a brush and scooted up and handed it
to Heather and asked her to do her hair. The brush
filled with the rich thick golden strands and began to
carefully straighten them into a flowing mass that
covered Sherry's back and upper ass.
Traci leaned forward and whispered in Heather's
ear while Sherry's back was turned, "Honey, I need you
so much tonight. Somehow, find time for us, OK.?"
Heather stopped and kissed Traci. She had noticed
the bra on the way out of the house.
"With that bra on, you know I'm going to jump you.
The only question is before or after dessert?" She
kissed her again. Barbara was watching in the mirror
as she drove.
"No fair starting without us!" Elizabeth turned
to see what was going on. She was not used to women
demonstrating such open affection and was surprised to
see Traci's hand rubbing Heather's breast. Her mouth
fell open in amazement, then snapped shut as she turned
away, surprised at her own embarrassment.
Heather went back to brushing. "OK, we can wait."
She knew she needed to be with Traci. She missed the
way Traci just complete devoured her during sex. Used
her up. All this sex with others felt great, but never
satisfied her the way the intense sex with Traci did.
Her crotch began to burn.
Putting the brush down, she began to put Sherry's
hair into the complex thick braid Sherry had shown her.
In just a few minutes, the golden locks were in a
beautiful braid pinned up against the back of Sherry's
head, leaving her long neck exposed. Heather resisted
the temptation to put a hickey on it right behind the
ear. Finally she ran her hand tenderly down Sherry's
back and then sat back and began to pay attention to
the ride.
"Where are we going?" Traci asked, completely
lost in the outskirts of London's sprawl.
"A little restaurant for a dinner and getting
acquainted with the others, then, who knows?"
"Do you know where it is?"
"Yes, generally. I haven't been this way in years,
so I might have to scout about." She turned down
several streets and slowed, "Well, my mind is still
sound. Here we are." She pulled into a spot just up
the street and they walked back and entered the dimly
lit restaurant.
Inside, a cute waitress spotted them and guided
them to the side of the room where several tables were
pulled together to make a larger surface. They spotted
the stewardess from the flight immediately and she came
toward them smiling.
"I'm so glad you all came. Let's get seated and
I'll introduce everybody." She took command and guided
everyone toward a specific chair. Heather's eyes were
just getting used to the light. She looked around as
they were seated. To her left was an older woman,
pleasant smile, in a blouse and slacks, Traci was
seated just beyond her. The woman was paying attention
to Traci and ignored Heather for the moment beyond that
brief smile of acknowledgement.
Heather swung right and looked into a pair of the
greenest eyes she had ever seen. So green they were
shooting sparks almost. She took in the girl's
beautiful face and nut brown hair and smiled. The
eye's were fascinating. Cool pools of excitement.
They crinkled pleasantly as she smiled back at Heather.
"Hi!" the girl said. The accent was pure Irish!
Before Heather could respond, the stewardess began
tapping on her water glass for attention.
"Now, as the person responsible for even
suggesting this evening of merriment, I want to
introduce everyone and set some rules for the evening,
as such. First, let me welcome all of you to the very
first group entertainment I've ever organized. Since
it's my first, I have no real idea of what is supposed
to happen, beyond the obvious implications of group
activities of the intimate sort."
Everyone laughed nervously.
"Seriously, I have tried to make it an evening of
good company, fun, and then if things get a bit more
rowdy, so be it. The plan is to have everyone eat a
good meal, get to know at least one other person fairly
well, perhaps split up to go do other things, such as
take in a show, a movie, dancing, whatever, and then,
for the brave of heart and otherwise horny and eager
(everyone laughed again), back to my flat for some
other entertainment of the distinctly female sort.
(Some applause and more hearty laughter. The
nervousness was fading.)
"I'm going to introduce everyone. Then, let's eat.
I'm starved. Oh, each of you will find a key and a map
to my flat under you napkin (everyone lifted and found
their key and map). Should you decide to return later
to my place, let yourself in, then leave the key in the
jar by the door. If you decide to push off and pass on
the balance of the evening, please discard my key and
the map in different places so no one will break in on
me. I hope to see you all later, but no one should
feel obligated to anything beyond dinner and some fun.
OK? Now, let's see...."
"First, I'm Donna. I work for British Air as a
stewardess and right now am on four days of holiday. I
met most of our guests at work or at parties here in
the city. I'm the one to blame if this doesn't go well
and we don't enjoy ourselves.
"Now, to my right is someone we don't have to
introduce, as I'm sure all us Brits know her on sight.
(Lots of smiles and nods.) Needless to say, her
reputation totally depends on our discretion and
agreement that she was never here tonight. So, I know
it's a bit stiff, but I'm going to ask each of you to
promise." Donna looked at each in turn and they all
said softly, "Promise".
"OK, I completely trust you on this. Now, Barbara
has insisted on picking up the tab for our dinner
tonight, so we are a bit in her favour already."
(Applause and thanks.)
"Your reputation for honesty and generosity are
well known to all of us and I hope you enjoy the
evening."
"Now, I have paired each of you up with someone
from our group that seems to be a good match. I expect
you to get to know each other a bit during dinner.
After dinner, you can do what you like with whomever,
or go home. I already said that, I think."
"To Barbara's right is Lilly. I think you'll find
you have more in common than I am prepared to reveal
publicly at this time. I'll just say that Lilly is
self employed and is connected and leave it at that."
Lilly appeared to be a little younger than
Barbara, but had that same expensive look of clothes
and hair that Barbara always had. She and Barbara
smiled at each other and said hello.
"Now, next to Lilly is Sherry, from the US. I
think I'll have to get her beauty secrets for gorgeous
hair. You should have worn it down. It is quite
spectacular. Sherry works full time as a receptionist
in the US and she, Heather and Traci are good friends."
"Sherry's dinner partner is Hilda. Hilda has a
government job in the city that is secret, so unless we
want her to have to lock us up for telling us, we'll
not pester her about just what or where. I do know she
can find out things no one else can, but I don't know
what. Now, I hope she and Sherry hit it off."
Hilda and Sherry looked at each other and said
hello. Hilda had a strong but pleasant face, full
lips, and hair cut very short all over her head.
Sherry glanced down out of habit and her breath left
her. Hilda's chest was, well, everywhere. Sherry
gulped and tried to smile and look back up. It was a
struggle as her eyes were locked on the copious
cleavage and the hint of swollen nipples under bra and
blouse. Finally, with a great mental effort she forced
herself to look back up and found Hilda was grinning at
her.
She whispered to Sherry, "I see I've got something
you'd like to play with, sweetie."
Sherry was silent, but nodded slightly. As soon
as she spied the enormous tits, she knew she do
anything to get her hands on them. All control was
lost to Hilda without a word being spoken.
"Donna told me you were bonkers for big ones.
Well, we'll see about that a bit later. And I have a
surprise for you in a bit."
Sherry was again staring at the mountains next to
her. The maid earlier had only been a warmup for this
encounter. She gulped and tried to breath. Barbara
had continued and she missed half of what she was
saying.
"Next to Hilda is Heather, also from the US.
Heather just had a very successful art show in town and
will be going back to school on her return to the
States. Now, I've seated her with Shannon, our
beautiful student from Ireland, here on summer holiday
for a job at the British Museum in her study area,
which I believe is ancient history? No, ancient art
history, sorry."
Heather turned and looked again at Shannon. Pale
flawless white clear skin, nut brown hair pinned with
clasps on the side of the head and falling down her
back in roles of curl. And those green eyes smiling at
her. A more beautiful colleen she'd never seen. And
without warning, Heather spontaneously began to sing
the classic lines from the old Irish folk song, ending
with the chorus of "From Derry Jay to Bantry Bay, from
Galway to Dublin town, no face I've seen like my fair
colleen, she's the gem of Ireland's crown!"
The group was surprised at the sudden outburst of
song, and Shannon's face reddened, then clouded over as
the clear contralto notes gained in volume. Heather
missed the negative reaction and kept singing. And the
UK group, familiar with the song, joined noisily in the
chorus and then started laughing. Heather was very
puzzled.
Shannon leapt to her feet, all five enraged feet
of her. "Stop it! You know I hate that song! I can't
believe you put her up to this just to get at me!" She
grabbed her purse and headed for the door.
Heather was stunned at Shannon's reaction to her
well-meant compliment. She hesitated only a second and
caught Shannon just outside the door to the restaurant.
"Shannon, please. I didn't know! I'm so sorry.
Don't leave, please?"
"I don't blame you. It's them! They know how I
feel about that song!" Shannon had a virtual
thundercloud of purple anger over her head. An Irish
temper she had, that was for sure.
"It wasn't them. I love Irish music and when I saw
you and learned you were Irish, I just started singing.
Honest. I didn't even know you'd be here till we walked
in. You've got to believe me." She stopped talking and
Shannon fumed.
But, Shannon could see how earnest Heather was and
what she said made sense. She began to cool off.
"I'm sorry. I know I get too angry about it. It's
just a song. But if you had any idea how many people
want to sing that to me....."
Heather put a hand on Shannon's arm. "Let's go
back in. They'll understand. Come on, we'll have a
good time. And I promise never to sing to you again
unless it's a special request, OK?"
Shannon grinned. "That's a deal. But don't expect
me to let them just...."
"Let's pretend it never happened and start over.
Hi, I'm Heather. I think you are just stunning." She
held out her hand.
Shannon was surprised (and very pleased) at the
open admiration out here on the sidewalk. Aggressive
women were something new.
"Hi, I'm Shannon. And boy, do you have a set of
pretty titties!" She blurted, trying to match Heather's
open come on.
They both grinned.
"If you're nice, you can play with them later."
Heather whispered as then went back inside.
Shannon turned beet red. Open sex talk in a
public restaurant was far beyond her experience and it
got her excited and scared. Hardly anyone knew she was
a lesbian. Irish Catholic girls just couldn't tell
people that and expect to have a life. No wonder Donna
had said the girls from the US were wild. And
dangerous over here.
They took their seats. Donna looked as though
she expected a lecture from Shannon, but Shannon just
took a drink of water and Donna finally went on with
the introductions.
"Now, next to Shannon is another of our US
cousins, Traci. An art professor at Heather's school,
she too goes home tomorrow."
"Next to her, a new friend from a little pubbing
adventure last month, is Terry. Terry was the barmaid
and while at first glance, Traci and Terry might seem
an odd couple, I sense they will find more in common
than you would think. Anyway, I've got my fingers
crossed on this one."
Terry was a redhead, with a short, very European
hair style, classic redhead looks and a sprinkling of
cute freckles across her cheekbones and nose. Brown
eyes and a trim figure in a summer dress showed off her
small but perfect breasts. Obviously no bra.
Traci wondered just what they could talk about.
Bar hopping was not her bag. She smiled at Terry.
Terry leaned close. "Hi."
"Hello, glad to meet you." Terry smiled.
Dazzling teeth. So rare for a Brit.
"Last, we have a very last minute addition to our
group, the exquisite Elizabeth. Elizabeth is Barbara's
personal and quite private secretary. Just only today,
Elizabeth came out of the closet and joined tonight's
fun." (Lots of applause.) Donna leaned down and gave
her a big hug.
"That's from all of us. Welcome from everyone!"
(More applause)
"Since I got to choose, I selected Elizabeth for
myself. After all, it's her first night out with the
girls and she'll need special handling." (Lots of boos
and ribald comments, then laughter.) Elizabeth was
grinning and blushing deeply at the same time. She
suddenly realized the night might actually be fun. She
leaned past Donna and glanced at Barbara. She was
thrilled to make immediate eye contact. Barbara
winked. Maybe it was possible that they could have a
relationship.
Donna was still talking.
"OK. Oh, the waitress is one of us, so you can
relax around her. But behave. Barbara, give her an
outrageous tip. Now, don't get her in trouble. Right.
On to dinner. Then whatever. Now it IS supposed to be
an ORGY, so SOMEBODY come back to my place for some
games later, or I'll be very disappointed." She sat.
Everyone applauded and the table broke into polite
conversation.
The menus were handed around, drinks ordered and
hearty meals sorted out. Quiet at first, as they made
each other's acquaintances, the table noise rose after
a few minutes and soon they were all chatting like old
friends. Everyone was very excited about the fact they
were planning on doing something very naughty that none
of them had ever engaged in before. But no one was
very sure how it would all begin.
All but Sherry. Poor Sherry was almost speechless
with excitement. And Hilda played her along, enjoying
her control over the helpless girl. A deer in the
headlamps! Most of her life, Hilda had considered her
super large breasts as something to be ashamed of.
Ugly. Until she found out that quite a few men and,
less frequently, women, found them extremely sexy. And
some had absolute fixations about them. When she found
one of these people, she just used this overpowering
attraction to control the relationship in any way that
occurred to her. Since she loved sex with women, she
always made sure the price for access to her tits was a
lot of sexual service. Tonight, she planned it to be
no different.
"You've got to eat, deary. Here, let me order for
you. You have to eat something." Hilda the menu into
Sherry's hands and helped her to order. Sherry was in
a daze. "There. Now, tell me all about yourself."
With effort, Sherry began to talk about where she
lived, what she did. Hilda maintained an amused
interest as Sherry continued to talk to her tits.
"You've really got it bad." Hilda finally said.
"I. I know. I don't understand what is happening
to me. I've always liked big breasts, but this last
week it's like I can't think of anything else. I want
to have them too. I can't get enough of them. I must
be a real sicko. It's so sexist."
Hilda put her hand on her arm. "Well, maybe it is
a bit extreme. But, we all have things we truly enjoy,
perhaps too much. For me, it's chocolate. Well, there
is one other thing, but that's the surprise."
Sherry looked worried. "You aren't going to tie me
up, are you?"
"Heavens no!" Hilda laughed. "Nothing at all like
that. Now, here's dinner. I'm starved."
Sherry brightened and began to eat. It diverted
her attention for a while. She squirmed a bit to ease
the pressure and tension in her belly. Butterflies
were racing around inside and she was already very
moist with anticipation. What could Hilda's surprise
be?