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.