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The Adventures of Heather, Part 28B   [A-C]



    Her fingers travelled lightly over them and the nipples instantly
tightened and send ripples of pleasure across her chest and down to
her pussy.  Tonight, she would use them as lures.  When she was done,
Monique wouldn't be able to get her eyes off of them and then Heather
would have at least established some bit of control in the situation.

At least, that was the theory.  It was also possible that they would
just strip each other bare and screw till dawn.

    She sat naked in front off the mirror, enjoying looking at her own
erotic body, running the comb through her hair until it was a dark
mass of carefully buzzed up locks that spilled down her back.  A
vixen's hair.  

    Then, she pulled on a pair of black silk bikini panties and
carefully tucked her tuff of hair inside so none showed past the edge.
Just the light touch of her fingers on her clit had her burning and
she fought the urge to masturbate.  Her black pantyhose came next, the
ones with seams down the back.  They had considered a garter belt and
stockings, but the plan was never to let Monique get that close, so
the added attraction was discarded for comfort.

    Then, she pulled the top off the bed and held it to her.  It
seemed impossibly small to fit over her head and shoulders, to say
nothing of her gorgeous breasts, but she knew it would.  Once in a
while a woman finds a piece of clothing that has the ability to look
painted on, without being too tight, or too loose anywhere.  Painted
so that every tiny ripple in the skiing shows, but never bags or sags,
or distorts.

    Heather pulled it over her head and fished her hair through.
Then, she eased one arm into the arm hole and then the second arm.  It
now lay bunched up over her mounds and she found the bottom edge and
eased it down.  In seconds, as she snapped the crotch snap, it spread
evenly over her form and as she stood, her breasts pushed out the
material until they were perfectly framed.  Every curve of her upper
body and the flow into her hips was now so beautifully displayed, it
was better than if she were naked.  Her breasts were stunning, the
areolas and nipples perfectly visible, uplifted on the ends of the
full, heavy swellings.   Sorayama had the right idea.  But, he needed
to paint them a bit bigger to match these.

    A black very short skirt and then, a black jacket with a short
waist finished the outfit.   Her breasts were now hidden from the
side, but head on, the view was overpowering.   Her makeup didn't take
long, and she used a dark red lipstick on her swollen lips.  Another
quick comb of her hair and fluff it up a bit more and she surveyed the
effect again in the mirror.

    If THIS doesn't get her attention, I'm really in serious, serious
trouble, Heather thought to herself.

    The doorbell rang.  Monique was right on time.  No time for second
thoughts about what to do.  Heather walked to the door and took a deep
breath.  She pulled it open.

    Monique hadn't changed from work.  But her eyes widened at the
sight of Heather's chest and her only comment was an involuntary
"Holy, shit! What tits!"  In French.

    "I'm glad you like them!"  Heather responded in French.  She was
thrilled.  Monique couldn't get her eyes off her.  Karin's plan was
working!

    Monique glanced up.  "You speak French!?"  She glanced back down
and frowned.

    "Yes, a bit.  From school and Summer trips abroad with my
parents."

    "We must go."  Monique carefully avoided looking at her.

    They went down and got in the car and drove to the other side of
town to a small exclusive club.  It had a very good restaurant and
they settled into a both, with Heather on the inside and Monique in a
chair facing her across the small table.

    Monique's eyes scanned Heather's breasts again and she signed.
"We must talk, you and I."

    The waitress came and she too took in Heather's overly full figure
and had trouble concentrating on the menu and taking their orders.
The wine came and then Monique offered a toast to the day's victory.
The glasses clinked and then Monique sat quietly for a moment.

    "Traci is a very lucky woman to have found you."  The compliment
was unexpected.

    "Thank you."  Heather replied.

    "But you want to sleep with me, don't you?"

    "I....I...."  Heather blushed.  So damn direct.  "Yes."

    "And I with you."  A pause.  "So what is to prevent us?"

    "I promised I wouldn't."

    "She made you promise?"

    Heather nodded.  "To try not to sleep with you."

    "Ahhh.  To try.  I see.  Traci knows.  She is realistic."  She
fell silent.

    Monique refilled their glasses.  "I will tell you a story.  It is
my story.  And then you will understand why Traci only asked that you
try."

    Heather waited.  Her nipples burned and stood out, tenting the
tight material.  Her pussy was soaked.  Oh, God.  I'm lost.  I tried
Traci.  I want to screw this woman so bad I might just jump her right
her.  Oh, God.

    Monique began.  "I was raised the daughter of wealthy parents on
the edge of Paris.  I was quite unremarkable.  Skinny, dark thin hair.
I was not an attractive child.  Awkward and shy."

    "My parents very often hosted large parties at our home.  When I
was eight, I was invited to attend for a short while each evening and
soon I began to notice a very attractive, erotic woman who always sat
apart from the others, but was in constant attendance, as a stream of
people would approach her and they would speak for a while.
Sometimes laugh.   She might leave for a while and then return her
seat."

    "She noticed me immediately and I never ceased to be under her
watchful gaze."

    "I asked my Mother who she was and she told me her name was
Angeline, but everyone called her Angel.  And I was to stay away from
her.  A bad influence."

    "But I was eight and fascinated.  Drawn to her in a way I didn't
comprehend and soon I found ways to wander near her and overheard
scraps of conversations.  I didn't understand them.  Soon, at a party,
Angel invited me over and asked me to get her some water.  She soon
found little errands to send me on.  Always watching my Mother for her
reaction.  Mother clearly didn't like this, but said nothing further."

    "One night, Angel told me to go to a room in the guest wing and
let her know if it was free yet.  It wasn't.  I entered and one of
Father's wealthy patrons was sitting on the edge of the bed, her
bodice open and her large breasts hanging out.  She had a man's penis
in her mouth and as I watched unnoticed, she sucked and pulled on him
as he groaned and shuddered.  His cock was sliding further and further
inside and I was amazed she didn't choke, but soon she had him all the
way down and her lips were on his belly as he thrust with his hips.
He stiffened with a wild groan and orgasmed into her throat.  I had
become very agitated at this, but slipped quietly out and returned to
Angel to inform her the room was in use."

    " You observed the people?' She asked.  She had of course noticed
I was flushed and excited."

    " Yes.  She was sucking on his man-cock.'"

    " Did they see you?'"

    " No, I don't think so', I answered."

    " Good.  If I send you in the future, be careful to not be seen,
at least for now.'"

    "She observed me for a while then."

    " Did you understand what they were doing?', she asked me."

    "I told her not completely.  And she explained the act to me in
great detail.  The pleasure for both the man and the woman.  The
unusual skill of the woman to be able to take his large penis
completely and not choke, but actually for her to learn to enjoy the
feeling of the large soft cockhead sliding in and out of her throat,
followed by the very stiff rod behind it and sliding through her teeth
and over her tongue, the hot sperm finally pouring down her throat and
gullet at the end as a special delightful treat as she held him
totally in her control."

    " It is about control as well.  Do not forget.  He is her slave
now.  He will want it again and she can use that to get what she
wants.'  She explained to me, holding me with her eyes."

    " And what does she want?' I asked."

    " I do not know.  But she asked me to arrange the meeting and she
now will extract from him whatever it is she wants of him. Aside from
the nice puddle of cum in her belly now.'  She laughed and I laughed
too."

    "And she told me to leave her now before my Mother got mad, and
not tell her what we had just talked about.  It was for mature,
worldly women and my Mother might not understand.  And I was silent.
Angel had called me a woman of the world and I loved it."

    "At the next party, she asked my when I brought her some water, if
I would like to observe intercourse between a man and a woman."

    "I said yes, very much."

    "And she explained this time what I would see.  That I wasn't to
fear the woman or man being hurt.  It would be very vigourous and
might sound like they were in pain.  But it would be the ecstasy they
were in that would sound so much like pain.  A beautiful sound of
lust."

    "And I went to the room and hid in the closet standing in the
corner, with the door ajar enough to see the bed clearly."

    "They entered and locked the door soon after and he fell on her
bodice, almost ripping it from her as she laughed and giggled at his
eagerness.  Her breasts came free and he began to kiss her and knead
her breasts, pulling on them so that my own nipples tingled, but she
seemed to love the vigour of his attacks and soon, he stopped and
pulled his pants free.  His cock was engorged and sprang out and up,
bouncing wildly as he pulled his ligands free.  Clear fluid was
dripping from the purple swollen head and it was spraying around the
room in his struggle to get his pants off.  She grabbed his cock and
pulled it to her in her hands, laughing at his frustration.  Her lips
closed over the head and I could see her tongue slide around and
around, the fluid now draining on to her tongue."

    "But he wanted more and pushed her back.  Her breasts spread out
to her arms and he lifted her skirts to her waist.  I was shocked to
see her pussy was shaved bare, and also quite wet like the man's cock.
Even as I watched, her fluids drained onto the bed.

She was crying for him to hurry and plow her slit.  These words were
new to me, but I sensed what was to happen as he grabbed his bounding
tool and guided the purple plum shaped into her now open pussy.  She
was experienced and very eager, and with a cry of great pleasure, her
hips drove up toward his belly and he trust down and in one great
lunge, all but his balls disappeared into her pussy."

    "They went at it with a violence that made me sure he would kill
her in the end, but her cries of pleasure only increased and his
cockhead emerged again and again, dripping with her juice, only to
plunge to its length as his heavy balls slapped her ass.   Her legs
lifted up higher and higher as if pulled by strings and soon they were
all the way up to her shoulders, her toes touching the bedding and her
arms wrapped around them, and the bed bounced wildly from his
pounding. On her face was a look I'll never forget.  It was the
beautiful look of lust and pleasure of a woman gripped in the nearness
of a thunderous orgasm.   Again and again she sighed and groaned as he
brought her near to the peak, only to slow and retreat for a moment.
The sweaty aroma of his and her juices filled the room and soon they
were both crying out.  And they seemed to stiffen together and shudder
over and over.   Her whimpers were lost in his grunts and he slammed
her down into the bedding.  And then they lay quiet for quite some
time, before he withdrew and I saw his now limp tool, still dripping
white fluid, lay against his thigh and a trail of cum start down his
leg.  He was covered in sweat.  She arose and straightened her skirts.
Her bodice was quickly replaced and he helped her tighten it.   With a
quick kiss, he dressed and left first, and then she arose, brushed her
hair and started to leave as well.  But she hesitated by the door and
lifted her skirts and I saw her fingers disappear into her pussy for a
moment.  She groaned slightly and withdrew them, only to place them in
her mouth and she sucked on them.  Then, she left as well."

    "Angel asked me if I enjoyed watching.  And I did.  I was very
excited.   My own little tender pussy was tingling and I rubbed it
later.  It felt good.  But I couldn't imagine a big cock up inside me.
It would hurt.  I told Angel that and she laughed and said when I was
older, I would change my mind.  I was too young now and not to worry
about it."

    The food came and Monique stopped her story.  With one last
lingering look at Heather's chest, the waitress left.

    "She wants to fuck you."  Monique said matter-a-fatly.

    "What?"  Heather hadn't notice much.  She was almost beside
herself with wanton lust being so near Monique and listening to this
story. 

    "The waitress.  She is hot for you.  She has been listening to my
story from the next table and has grown very aroused.  You should ask
her to eat you for dessert.

It would help you with your frustration and I could continue my story
while you pleasure yourself."

    Monique smiled.  "I will arrange it."

    "I."  Heather stuttered.  And, found herself unable to object.
What does the waitress even look like, she found herself wondering.
And got wet again just thinking about someone under the table eating
her while she finished dessert.

    Halfway through the silent meal, Monique paused and started her
story again, between bites and sips of wine.

    "The Summer came and the parties moved outside and I didn't see
Angel for many weeks.  And then we had a large party inside as the
Fall came on and she was back at her usual place.  I eagerly sought
her out and she seemed equally thrilled at seeing me.  Almost
immediately, she pointed out two attractive women who had just arrived
and were making their way around the room.   Lesbians', Angel said,
waiting to see if I understood the term."

    " What is that?' I asked."

    " Women who love only women.'"

    " You mean they fuck each other?'  Even that quickly I was using
the language of love and the gutter quite freely."

    " Yes.  Are you shocked?'  I was and admitted it to her.  But
intrigued at the same time."

    " Would you like to watch them tonight?'"

    "I nodded, never taking my eyes from them as they moved around the
room.

Quite attractive women, very beautifully dressed, quite ordinary.
Except they fucked other women."

     "Angel told me should would send for me as soon as she had
arranged it and give me enough time to get in position.  I left her,
but watched for her signal."

    "The signal came and I went to the designated room and slipped
into the closet.  Angel had a stool placed there this time so I could
be more comfortable.  The first woman arrived and immediately removed
her dress and let down her hair, which was quite long.  She pulled the
blankets down on the bed and made a sort of nest in the middle from
the pillows and blankets.  Then she sat at the dresser and combed her
hair and began to pull on a nipple under her slip.  Soon, she began to
breath quite heavenly in little snorts and gasps.  The other woman did
not arrive and I heard the first say to herself,  Hurry Evelyn, or I
will be spent before we can indulge our lusts!'."

    "Her breasts were now almost completely out the top of her slip
and she was pulling on both nipples quite furiously.  Just then, the
door opened and closed and the second woman arrived in a rush."

    " Oh, Mary, do not go without me!'  She cried.  The old bastard
Renard kept me talking and I could not break away.  I was rescued by
Angel herself.  She must have sensed my frustration and desperation.'"

    "She immediately picked up the brush and began to work it down the
long length of the other woman's hair.  Mary dropped her hands to her
lap and sighed.  "I thought our chance was slipping away, and it's
been so long for us, I could not help myself!'."

    " Yes, yes, but I'm here now.  Help me with my things.'"

    "And so they undressed each other.  They took a long time doing
this.   Each touch and caress brought a sigh and gasp of pleasure, as
they took more and more liberties with each other.  Their wandering
hands slipped a strap here and there, always taking time to caress the
curve of a breast, or roll a nipple, or run their fingers through the
dark, thick bush between their legs as it became visible to me.  Their
lips began to add to the caress and finally Mary guided Evelyn to her
knees and said "Eat my sopping pussy, my darling.  Give me that magic
tongue in the places you know I lust for you.  Oh, yes.  YES!', she
shouted as Evelyn stuck her tongue into Mary's twat.

    "After a minute, Mary was beginning to whimper and moan and had to
sit on the bed. 

I'm ready to die!  Give me your pussy to keep me occupied and we will
cum together.'  And for the first time, I saw the favourite position
of Lesbian lovers, intertwined in opposition to each other, each bent
to the task of devouring the other's cunt with eager licking, sucking
and tongue fucking.  Their cries of pleasure filled the room and then
first Mary, then Evelyn shortly after stiffened and trembled, crying
out their climax to the other, Evelyn's muffled in Mary's juicy cunt."

    "They continued on for some time.  My own little pussy was quite
wet from watching them and in due course I found myself rubbing it.
But I became too aroused myself to watch properly and somehow managed
to stop before I cried out and gave myself away."

    "After a delightful hour, they fell on their sides and turned to
face each other and hugged and lay talking and whispering, their legs
intertwined and their hands never still, still gently caressing and
squeezing each other.  Their long hair was pulled around and they used
it like a brush to trail along the other's arms and ass.  It was
another hour before they finally rose, put each other's hair back up
and dressed.  With a final, tender kiss, the opened the door and
left."

    "Angel was waiting for my report, which she wished to hear in
every detail and I was eager to tell.  I commented on how tender they
were and how long their lovemaking was compared to the man."

    " Yes, generally, women are longer and more tender.  But some like
it fast and rough as well.  Perhaps at the next party, I can arrange
for you to see that.   Women seem to feel the physical effects long
after the act itself.  You will learn that you can still feel the
pressure of a full cock in your pussy many hours after the man has
fled the bedroom.'"

    " Like a ghost lover!', I said."

    "Angel laughed.  "Yes, a ghost.  A ghost of pleasure.'  And she
left for the evening.


    Monique stopped again.  "Heather, you have so much to learn.  Let
me teach you, as Angel taught me."

    Heather fought her way back from her lust induced trance and
stiffly said.  "I already know all about the things you are telling
me."

    "No, not about the mechanics, so much.  But the mental ability to
enjoy your own lust.   For instance, you are fighting the feelings you
are having now.  You deny yourself the pleasure of the lustful
feelings and only make them harder to control.  Reach out into your
lust like it was a warm pond of water and let yourself float in the
middle, the ripples of pleasure from your mind and body will then
gently rock you and fill you with even more enjoyment.   Embrace it
and it will embrace you.  Try it."

    Heather stared past Monique to the waitress, who had reappeared.
She was listening to the conversation.  Heather concentrated on her
feels and when the next wave of fire stormed through her mind, she
relaxed and just let it flow over her.  And instead of it threatening
to take her control away, she felt warm and sexy and aroused, but not
anxious.  A warm flood of heat filled her pussy and her nipples
burned, but she let them feed the fire and relaxed.

    "That's so much better, is it not.  Now, as your pussy floods your
panties with your lust, you will feel every drop as it escapes, the
tiny nerves signalling you as it pushes past the eager lips of your
cunt."

    The waitress just stared.  She was very aroused from the story and
now this.  Monique spoke to her without looking up.

    "My beautiful friend cannot wait for release back at my bedroom,
perhaps you could assist her from under the table with a special
dessert of your tongue?" Monique stroked the back of the woman's
thigh.  

    As surprised as she was at the invitation and sudden physical
contact, they brought into sharp focus the arousal she had felt
building all night and found herself saying, "Yes, I'd love to eat her
out.  I just finished my shift."

    With a quick look around to see if anyone was looking, she dropped
and scurried underneath the table, the long table clothe dropping to
the floor behind her.

In the dim light, she crossed over to Heather and contemplated how to
start.

    "Heather dear, our friend is waiting.  Remove your stockings and
panties and she will pleasure you while I continue.  Do not have an
orgasm until I release you to do so."

    Heather was moving slowly to pull up her skirt and grip the
waistband of her undergarments and eased them over her hips and down.
Suddenly, a pair of hands began to ease them down her legs and she
lifted her legs to assist.  Cool air suddenly hit her completely
soaked pussy and it tingled. The warmth in her brain increased and she
swam out into it.   Somehow, she was totally aware of every nerve in
her body, but she was remote and let them feed her warmth.  Orgasm was
somewhere out there.  She floated.  A tongue began to trail up the
inside of a thigh and she lifted her leg over the shoulder of the
waitress and groaned.

    "Ah, she is a work.  Good.  Now, oh, yes.  The next party.  That
was not when I got to see more Lesbian lovers at work.  That night was
different.  Very different."

    "This time, Angel told me to wait in a room and she would fetch
me.  I would be able to watch up close.  I waited a short while and
the door opened and Angel joined me."

    " Now, tonight is a special gift for the daughter of a friend.  A
year ago, I introduced her to fucking and today is her birthday, and
her Mother wants her to be introduced to anal sex as well.  She
suggested a threesome.  I agreed and searched out the proper people.
Renee is a bit older than you, sixteen I believe this year.  Her body
is developing, but she is far from complete.  She enjoys sex immensely
and I have a special treat for her in that regard.'"

    " The anal sex will involve penetration of her other hole.  Very
gently.

We will assist her in learning to enjoy this act.  It can be an
extremely stimulating addition in the enjoyment of sex, but the woman
must have time to adjust and not be allowed to do more than her body
is able to do.  Over time, for most, it can become very enjoyable.
Renee is very eager.   Perhaps she will enjoy her first experience as
well, but we must make sure she is not hurt or uncomfortable.  We will
use a young boy for this.  He has a perfect size and shaped penis for
Renee's virgin ass.  The men will not speak to you or Renee.  They are
under my control and direction.  You will observe and you may ask
question freely of Renee.  Come, they wait in the next room.'"

	 "We entered and Renee stood in the center of the room.  Angel
immediately began to praise her beauty and lovely new breasts, which
were very evident under a tight bodice.  She untied the strings at the
back and Renee began to undress as I watched.   Finally naked, Angel
motioned me over."

    " Renee has two very eager, plump young breasts now.  See how they
look like perfect pears attached to her chest?  Are they not beautiful
to look at and hold?'  She guided my hands over them.  I expected them
to be hard, since they stood up so straight, but they were like soft
cotton under my hands.  Her nipples were perfect pink and stood in the
center of perfectly round, equally round areolas. Renee smiled as I
rubbed them."

    " Does this feel nice?' I asked."

    " Oh, yes.  Very nice.  They have gotten very sensitive.  I keep
them covered up so I will not be tempted to rub them all the time.'  I
moved my hands away and Renee looked disappointed."

    "Angel said,  She will be like her mother and sisters in two more
years.

Her breasts will be very high and large, much, much larger than now.
And heavy and firm.

Her hips will round and her legs become long.  And her pussy will be
at full flower, ready to take all comers, men or women.'"

    "As she said this, I thought about my Mother and her sisters and
knew I would never look like Renee.  I must have looked crestfallen,
because Renee said cheerfully,  You don't need to worry, you'll be as
sexy as angel once she's passed on the Gift.'"

    " Quiet child!  She is too young yet!'"

    " Gift?, What Gift?'"

    "I would have told you later, when you were older.  But now.  I
was given a Special Gift when I was a young girl Renee's age.  I then
changed and became as you now see me.  I have chosen you to pass on
the gift at the right time, so you too might enjoy it.'"

    "I stood and looked at Angel.  Her great beauty was known to all.
I now surveyed her body and realized what a gorgeous shape she had
hidden under all her beautiful dresses."

    " I will have your breasts and wide hips?'  I was awash with
excitement over the thought of their heavy weight and plush expanse.'"

    " Yes, when it is time.  Now, back to our beautiful Renee.  My
dear, you must step on the step I've placed for you.  To begin, go to
the highest position.'"

    "She did.  Her legs were now spread a bit open and her pussy was
well exposed.  I suddenly became aware of a man of small stature, no
taller than Renee.  He was much older, perhaps forty five years of
age.  He was naked as he stepped into the light.   But I immediately
noticed his stiff prick. It was very thick and not too long, with a
very small head.  It was leaking clear fluid from his pee hole."

    " I have chosen Picard because his prick will give Renee a true
stretching for her birthday, because he is a trusted friend in these
matters, and because he is so sexy and will fuck her royally.'  She
was stroking his thick cock lovingly as she said this to him in a
wicked voice.  He loved to hear her praise his abilities like that and
smiled."

    " As difficult as this is for a man, his job today will simply to
serve Renee as a fucking post.  She will need time to adjust to his
thick manhood and will learn to take it at her own pace.  She is quite
tight yet and we do not want her to hurt herself on her birthday!',
she said as she laughed and slapped Picard's thick member.  A drop of
cum whipped up and hit Renee in the mouth.  She licked it off and
said,  Picard, too bad I cannot also have you down my throat while you
are in my pussy!'"

    " Perhaps we can arrange to have all three of your holes filled
for your next birthday, you eager young wench.'  Angel guided Picard
to close in front of Renee, his prick was up high, the tip ending
about two inches above her pussy opening."

    " Begin to enter her as I guide you.  Very, very slowly.  That's
it.'" He bent his knees slightly and the tip of his cock, now held by
Angel, was now below her cunt.   As Angel pulled upward slightly, he
responded and the head pressed into her pussy and then Renee gave a
gleeful,  OH!, how you stretch me!', but her voice was filled with
pleasure, not discomfort, and after a moment, Angel indicated Picard
should straighten a bit more and the first inch penetrated her tender
pussy.  Renee moaned her delight and teetered on her tip toes to slow
the assault.  Slowly, she lowered herself and another inch was home."

    

End Part 28B [A-C]


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