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HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES PART 10 BY "RAMAPO"
It was three weeks into the school year and the abnormal heat wave
was continuing. Heather was taking art again as the last subject of
the day, long after her other classes were over. It became clear from
the first day of the semester that Traci, her professor, the was
trying to get her attention. Heather had made it a point to sit in the
first row.
Traci was starting to wear very sexy clothes to class. Low cut
blouses and short skirts to show off her very long, tapered legs and
nice ankles. Her chest was full and was the billowy type that
shimmered as she walked, each boob taking on a life of its own as she
moved. Heather noticed that from time to time Traci would walk around
with a bounce in her step that was a little more than absolutely
necessary, particularly right in front of her seat. She would cast
sideways glances at Heather to see if she was looking, which of course
she was.
Heather did in fact find Traci very attractive and a turn-on, but
was unsure how to proceed, given this was her professor. Finally, she
decided that if Traci was going to tease her with a tits and ass show
each day, she could play the game as well. She'd see just how hot she
could get Traci and try to force her to make the first move.
The next day, having planned her approach, she wore a very short
black leather skirt and a very shear pullover top that just barely
covered her uplifted boobs. Over that, she pulled a blouse. In art
class, she unbuttoned the front of the blouse, but kept it closed.
Traci arrived in her hottest outfit yet. It was a shear white silk
blouse that bordered on being transparent except for two strategic
pockets that were mostly failing in their attempt to cover her ample
chest. Her dark nipples were still faintly visible. She had on jeans
that were skin tight, sat low on her hips and were creased deeply into
her crotch. The boys in the class were whispering amongst themselves
even more than usual.
Heather, as usual, found Traci's bouncing breasts turning her on
as Traci walked around getting ready to lecture. Finally, she came up
to the podium in front of Heather, gave her a warm smile and started
class. About ten minutes into the class, Heather casually pulled her
blouse back to reveal to Traci her own wonderful, firm tits, swelling
against the straining fabric, separated and surging out, offering
themselves to Traci. Moments later, looking up from her notes, Traci
caught sight of the straining tits only four feet from her. Her heart
skipped a beat and she lost her place in the lecture and fumbled
around for her notes. Memories of how that wonderful tit had felt in
her hand a few weeks ago during that chance encounter came flooding
back. Heather leaned forward to block the class's view and began to
trace her finger round and round her nipples. Soon, they were swelling
and sticking up. Traci, trying to keep her composure, began to talk a
little faster and her voice went up slightly in pitch.
Soon, Heather had both tits standing up like miniature mountains
and she leaned back and took a slow deep breath. They seemed to open
up and reach out to Traci, who was in deeper trouble now, constantly
loosing her place and having to repeat herself. Heather continued to
pretend she was taking notes and hanging on every word. Traci had a
line of sweat standing on her lip and her hand was shaking slightly as
she continued to lecture. Try as she might, her eyes kept coming back
to Heather's chest like a magnet. She suddenly realized that her own
nipples were very tight, and glancing down, saw that they were
sticking out like thumbs, dark and now very visibly tenting through
the sheer blouse. Her pussy was also swelling in response to her
growing arousal and even the slightest movement in her jeans was now
rubbing her turgid clit, sending waves of heat through her belly and
electric shocks up her spine. She was shifting from one foot to the
other, her clit responding with waves of pleasure. Boys in the back of
the class were staring now at her chest, their own cocks beginning to
strain in their jeans. Concentration on book art in the class was
going down rapidly, that was for sure. The other girls in the class
could sense something was going on, but didn't know what. It was clear
that the teacher was really putting on a real show up front. Heather
continued to casually tease her nipples when no one was looking,
arousing herself mightily in the process. The minutes ticked away and
the class stumbled from one artist to another with Traci starting and
stopping.
About one minute from the end of the class, Heather leaned back in
the chair, slid down slowly to the end of the seat, and, with Traci
now staring, slowly opened her legs. Her skirt had slid all the way up
to the top of her thighs. As her legs separated, the fact that she
wasn't wearing underwear became instantly visible. Her own swollen
twat separated and the lips opened out like the petals of a flower,
offering her juicy wet pussy to Traci. Her clit, swollen magnificently
to over two inches, lifted into full view like a young boys cock and
stood proudly, twitching as sensual shocks traveled back and forth up
Heather's spine.
Traci looked down at Heather's cunt, opened to her and began to
stammer and babble, her concentration finally totally blown. Her notes
were a blur to her and she just stopped talking and stood trying to
shuffle her notes and regain control of her swimming senses. The bell
sounded and the students packed up and left, looking wonderingly at
each other and shaking their heads. Heather quickly pulled her blouse
together and stood up, books held strategically in front of her. As
she walked by Traci, she gave her a warm smile, a wink, and bounced
out of the room. Traci stood rooted as though transfixed. Moments
after Heather left, and still planted at the lectern in the now empty
classroom, she continued shifting from one leg to another with her
clit on fire. Her belly tightened and her breath caught in a grunt and
she came, head down, nostrils flared, hands gripping the edges of the
lectern, eyes closed. Hips jerking spasmodically to the waves of lust
pulsing through her, she came twice more in rapid succession, her
crotch turning dark with come as it poured from her, as it always did.
It was another ten minutes before she gathered herself together well
enough to pick up the scattered papers and walk back to her office.
Heather headed for the nearest girls' room and let herself into a
stall. She got herself off twice in seconds. Yes, two could play this
game. The only question was, who was winning?
Heather only teased Traci once or twice after that. Heather was
always able to get the upper hand and once Traci had to end the class
early to hide her arousal. The effect was that Traci rarely wore super
revealing clothes to class anymore and things settled down to a uneasy
truce. But Traci never made the move Heather hoped for.
In the Fall, Heather came into the upstairs art studio late one
Saturday to work on a painting. Traci wandered in and, spotting
Heather working, came over. There was tension between them, but Traci
did nothing overt. Heather ran out of paint and Traci volunteered that
she had some more in the center drawer of her desk and Heather should
help herself. The other students had packed and left by now as Heather
went up and reached over and opened the drawer. Spotting a tube of
paint, she stretched over to get it, but it slipped out of her grip
and bounced under the desk too far for her to reach. She went around
and found the paint had gone all the way to the very front of the
desk, which was an old wooden one and was solid to the floor on the
front and sides. Heather got on her hands and knees and went under the
desk to get the paint.
At the precise moment Heather ducked under the desk, Traci had
come over and went around to see what was going on. Just then, the
head professor of the art department came in with a tall stack of
folders under his arm. A crotchety man, not very attractive, Traci was
terrified of him. He twice had suggested she was entirely too casual
in her relationships with her students, wore suggestive clothing, but
had stopped short of actually suggesting she had affairs with them.
She didn't know if her actually had any evidence about the affairs,
but she HAD been dressing very erotically all semester. As he had
great power within the faculty, she didn't dare do anything overt to
antagonize him and force the question into the open.
In a split instant, Traci feared that if Heather came out from
under the desk, the professor would have what he thought were the
goods on her. Traci pulled up her chair and slid up to the desk,
trapping Heather underneath. In the suddenly dim light, Heather could
hear the professor's voice and sized up the situation quickly.
He was saying they were going to have to go over all these folders
and no, they couldn't do it later. It had been put off too many times.
Heather, realizing they might be hours, noiselessly twisted herself
into an Indian squat, facing Traci, head down slightly.
There, she was facing directly into Traci's twat, totally exposed
to her because Traci had slid in with her legs open to allow room for
Heather, and now, couldn't possibly close them again. In addition,
Traci had pulled herself up tight to the desk to block any possible
view the old man might have underneath. She could feel Heather's
breath on her thighs and, in spite of her instinctive fear of
exposure, found her pussy tingling.
It was almost ten minutes before Heather finally succumbed to
temptation and the warm smell of a hot pussy and began to slowly stoke
Traci's legs with her fingers. Traci began to panic at the thought of
this young girl playing with her lower parts while the professor was
at the desk, but could think of no way to stop it without exposing
herself to his wrath. She steeled herself and tried to concentrate on
what he was saying.
Heather could smell the rising spunk of Traci's hot, wet pussy and
realized that Traci had no underwear on and she could see right up her
short skirt. A wet, swollen pussy with a mass of dark hair was hiding
up there, waiting for her tongue. Heather set about inching up Traci's
skirt so she could have access. Traci tried every way she could to
stop Heather, but slowly the skirt was moved up and her pussy more and
more exposed. Traci was beginning to feel more aroused and could feel
herself beginning to lubricate copiously from the feel of Heather's
hands and her cool breath on her cunt. She slid up to the desk even
tighter to be sure the professor couldn't see, which made Heather's
task even easier. This had the additional effect of placing her full
billowy breasts out and on top of the desk and gapping her blouse
further open to reveal a startling amount of cleavage. The top button
strained to contain the weight. In her hopes to attract Heather, Traci
had unbuttoned even more of her top buttons than usual to expose her
chest in a peekaboo style. Now, her chest was pushing the cloth to one
side. Only the merest sliver of fabric now covered her nipples.
The professor, never having approved of her dress style, never-the-
less had to admit the woman had a very sexy shape, far better than any
woman he had been with. As he put down a folder they just finished
with, his eye caught sight of her boobs, straining out to him, just
inches away from his finger tips and his pulse quickened. What could
this woman be thinking? Surely, she knew he had tried to have her
censured for her inappropriate dress. But, he said nothing and picked
up another folder. He would ignore this breech of decent standards and
demonstrate appropriate behavior. Traci was unaware of her now exposed
boobs, being totally distracted to events below the desk. Heather
inched forward slightly and began licking and biting on Traci's inner
thighs. She slowly worked her way up each leg, alternating, until she
was just a fraction of an inch from this wonderful, swollen pussy, now
very wet, just waiting to be eaten. Traci braced herself for the next
step, a hot tongue on her clit, but instead, Heather worked her way
downward again. Soon she started back up and Traci found her arousal
beginning to grow in leaps and bounds. In response, her boobs were
swelling and the nipples hardening and extending. This was putting
even more strain on the flimsy fabric and a button gave way gently,
one nipple partially exposed itself. The professor was now all too
aware that the woman sitting opposite was in an increasingly aroused
state, her breathing becoming shallow and irregular. Her chest was
flushed and her nostrils were flaring, eyes half closed and a dreamy
look kept crossing her face. Then, he spotted the exposed nipple and
his semi-erection became even harder, pulsing as it slid down his pant
leg, past the end of his boxer shorts. It was oozing drops of thin
lubrication down his leg, but he didn't notice.
Traci gradually realized through her growing lust that the
professor had stopped speaking and was staring at her.
"Is...some..thing...wrong?" She found she had trouble putting the
words together. Heather was within a half inch of her cunt and her
breath was hot on her wet pussy lips again. If that girl didn't stick
her tongue up her soon... A shiver went up her spine and her breasts
rippled and jiggled.
The professor found it hard to tear his eyes away from her.
Finally, making a mighty effort to rise above it all, he said, "No.
Let us continue. Are you feeling all right?" "I've never... felt...
more aware... of... how... nnn... I... feeeel... in... a... very...
long... time." She ended in a gasp and her eyes half closed again. A
look of sheer lust crossed her face.
Heather was slowly licking the cunt lips, up and down, licking up
the copious fluid flowing now from Traci's well. Traci's lower half
was developing a life of it's own, twitching and pumping in reaction
to the nerves being set on fire between her legs. Tremors were racing
up and down her spine. She was leaning forward even harder against the
desk, trying to control her body movements. The only real effect was
that both of her breasts were now completely exposed, nipples swollen
and erect, pulsing erratically in rhythm to the pulses flying up and
down her backbone. The professor was now fully aroused from all the
action. The smell of this woman in heat filled the room and the heat
in his groins swelled to the point almost of pain. In spite of his
attempt to stay detached, a hand strayed down to rub his erection.
This had to end, but he didn't know how. The woman was clearly very
hot and getting hotter, but had made no sign to him that he was in any
way to be involved. She apparently was having some sort of sexual
spell and was completely aroused. His own lust was answering her's.
Traci was being whip-sawed as Heather's tongue continued to trace
the swollen fullness of her pussy. Heather was hot herself and soon
began probing with her tongue deep into Traci's hole while a hand down
her jeans found her own swollen clit.
"Unnnnnnnnn.....", Traci tried to make sense.
"What did you say?"
"I. I... said ....Nnnnnnnnn. NMMMMMMM...", she felt herself ooze
into the tunnel of sensations that meant she would pop out the other
side in orgasm. Unlike a man, there was no way to pinch off the flow
and block it. The professor's hand stayed in place and picked up
speed.
Traci could feel her back beginning to stiffen. Her breasts were
shimmering and shaking as the muscles in her body trembled and shook.
Her breasts lifted clear of the desk and separated, offering
themselves out to him, waves of jiggles bouncing them around as her
body shook and trembled.
Heather had no where to move, but her pussy was soaked and on
fire. She could feel the orgasm building in her cunt as her clit shot
sparks to her brain each time she stroked it. She got two fingers
inside and began to pump her twat. Her own body wanted to release, but
she fought it. Traci knew she was going to come and Traci gave up the
fight as Heather's tongue hit every nerve that counted and Traci
stiffened as the moment arrived in a rush. Her flat stomach rippled as
she went out of control.
Her eyes were shut, mouth open, head now back, hands gripping the
edge of the desk. His eyes moving between the bouncing tits and the
lustful look on her face, the professor's hand moved faster and
faster, his cock feeling like it would explode from the tension.
Her lower half was now rigid and then it hit her, rolling from
deep inside, pumping wetness out onto Heather's waiting tongue, rolls
of passion flowing up her belly and bouncing her tits in a wild
pattern. "Ughnnnnnnn. Gunnnnn. Gggnnnnn." She grunted and moaned
softly, completely unaware she was making noises. Under the table, the
cunt spasm that grabbed Heather's tongue set off her own orgasm and
she shook and moaned very quietly into Traci's cunt, which blocked the
noise.
His rock hard, straining cock could take no more and it exploded
down his leg, again and again. The professor was shaking and
trembling, his hand still stroking the pumping cock, eyes fully on
this totally sensual, exposed woman. He himself had never been so hot
in all his life. Heather's tongue worked even harder and before Traci
could come down from the first orgasm, she was thrown into another,
even stronger than the first.
"Goooooddddddd. Ung. Ung. MMMMNNNNNNn...", she was sweating and
shaking, her ass bouncing on the seat, thrusting into Heather's mouth.
The professor calmed down and was shocked to find he had just jerked
off in front of this still-climaxing woman and was now in an unseemly
state, with his pants stained dark with running come. The woman was
still in an eyes-closed trance of lust, shaking and moaning,
apparently having one orgasm after another. Seeing his chance, he
quickly picked up his papers, held them in front of his now limp cock
and large wet stain, and departed as quickly as he could.
Traci was unaware he left, being deep into a third orgasm that hit
her, moving up her spine and exploding deep in the base of her brain.
She groaned loudly, stopped breathing, and then, passed out. Hearing
the professor depart, Heather finally stopped and managed to push the
chair back slightly on the tile floor and crawl out. The professor was
no where to be seen and Traci was sprawled in her chair, her chest out
and hanging down below the desk, blouse open, unconscious. Heather
straightened Traci up, sucking hard on each nipple, then buttoning her
blouse and pulling her skirt down. The bottom of the skirt was a pool
of pussy juice. She lowered Traci gently onto the desk on folded arms,
picked up her things and left the classroom.
Traci awoke shortly and tried to figure out what had happened.
Heather was gone and there was no sign of the professor. She could
only fear the worst. How could she have let this happen? She departed
knowing she must have lost her job, but in the next few days, the
professor's attitude toward her had apparently totally changed and she
found she now had a strong ally in the department, exactly the
opposite reaction she expected from him based on her behavior. And she
still hadn't found a safe way to seduce and bed Heather. The hot
little bitch had now made her come in her class and then taken
advantage of the situation to eat her out right at her desk right
under the eyes of the department chairman. More than ever, she was
determined to fuck her before the end of the semester. Every time she
day dreamed about Heather, her nipples hardened and she heavily
lubricated. Now a hot, wanton woman, she went from day to day
conspiring to fuck her. Her turn had to come soon.
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