Article 112986 of alt.sex.stories: From: an257736@anon.penet.fi (Ramapo) Date: Sat, 9 Dec 1995 22:53:05 UTC Subject: Heather Pt. 10 [F/F] Heather and her Adventures by Ramapo Part Ten 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' 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 blouse 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 girl's 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 punk 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 shear 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 hers. 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. Article 112982 of alt.sex.stories: From: an257736@anon.penet.fi (Ramapo) Date: Sat, 9 Dec 1995 22:51:58 UTC Subject: Heather Pt. 11 [F/F] Heather and her Adventures by Ramapo Part Eleven 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 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 Heather's shoulders, then, her hands shaking a little, slid her fingers alongside Heather's 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 shear 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. Article 112988 of alt.sex.stories: From: an257736@anon.penet.fi (Ramapo) Date: Sat, 9 Dec 1995 22:55:50 UTC Subject: Heather Pt. 12 Heather and her Adventures by Ramapo Part Twelve 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 notice 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 swiveled 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 it at 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. Carols 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?" She had to force herself to pay attention. Heather clearly had a dreamy look on her face. "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 notice 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 Heather's 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 met, 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. Article 111823 of alt.sex.stories: From: an257736@anon.penet.fi (Ramapo) Date: Tue, 5 Dec 1995 11:08:06 UTC Subject: Heather Pt. 13 [F/F] Heather and her Adventures by Ramapo Part Thirteen 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 which 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!" So close, almost beyond recall. 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 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. Article 111824 of alt.sex.stories: From: an257736@anon.penet.fi (Ramapo) Date: Tue, 5 Dec 1995 11:11:03 UTC Subject: Heather Pt. 14 [F/F] Heather and her Adventures by Ramapo Part Fourteen 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 shear 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 vice 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 camosole, nipples now hard from her own excitement. Unable to back away, Traci's eyes 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 shear 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. Article 112748 of alt.sex.stories: From: an257736@anon.penet.fi (Ramapo) Date: Sat, 9 Dec 1995 04:27:11 UTC Subject: Heather Pt. 15 [F/F] Heather and her Adventures by Ramapo Part Fifteen 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 cool breeze 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 cum 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 Tish'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 a while, 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 punk. 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 sat back and let the speech end. Everyone soon left and I snuck out. 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 punk 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. Article 112646 of alt.sex.stories: From: an257736@anon.penet.fi (Ramapo) Date: Fri, 8 Dec 1995 14:44:15 UTC Subject: Heather Pt. 16 [F/F] Heather and her Adventures by Ramapo Part Sixteen 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. Judy kept it up, moved to the other side, even more in the dark, and tongued the other eager ear, while a finger played and slid in and out of the 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 always made sure I got to experience some of the better things in life and wanted to be sure I got to know about this too. 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. Article 112729 of alt.sex.stories: From: an257736@anon.penet.fi (Ramapo) Date: Sat, 9 Dec 1995 04:55:39 UTC Subject: Heather Pt. 17A A-C [F/F] Heather and her Adventures by Ramapo Part Seventeen A 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. "Paul 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?" "We, 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 Stevensons 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 smokey 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 stoking, 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. Article 96578 of alt.sex.stories: From: an257736@anon.penet.fi (Ramapo) Date: Sat, 9 Dec 1995 04:58:37 UTC Subject: Heather Pt. 17B A-C [F/F] Heather and her Adventures by Ramapo Part Seventeen B 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 a while, 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 VCRs, 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 corners 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 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. Article 112963 of alt.sex.stories: From: an257736@anon.penet.fi (Ramapo) Date: Sat, 9 Dec 1995 20:53:03 UTC Subject: Heather Pt. 17C A-C [F/F] Heather and her Adventures by Ramapo Part Seventeen C As another minute went by, everyone in the room was squirming in their chairs, out of site 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 eyes 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 eyes 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 outstrokes 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 sooooo 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 juddering 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 sex tools. Article 112725 of alt.sex.stories: From: an257736@anon.penet.fi (Ramapo) Date: Sat, 9 Dec 1995 05:06:27 UTC Subject: Heather Pt. 18 [F/F] Heather and her Adventures by Ramapo Part Eighteen 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 Jello 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 your's 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 slide 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 10AM 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 1PM 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.