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HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES PART 15 BY "RAMAPO"
Heather walked out of the tent, her still damp hair cascading down
her tan back, and walked out of the camp. Following a trail that led
between tall, majestic boulders, she walked almost three hundred yards
from camp and then left the trail and hiked briefly up a small gap
between the rocks. Up she went until she was over two hundred feet
back from the now hidden path and up on top of a large, smooth topped
boulder, still warm from the very hot afternoon sun. The rolled
blanket under one arm was placed in the center of the rock and she sat
and watched the now fading sunset off in the far distance. The heat
from the rock warmed her buns and spread up into her plush honey pot,
adding steadily to the tension she already felt. It had been a long
four days here, digging during the day and trying to cool off at
night. Today they had had baths and she finally felt clean.
But being out here in the middle of Montana with ten other women
and only two men, there was more that she needed than a clean bath and
the odds were she was going to have to take care of those needs by
herself.
She reached back and pulled the tie on her top and her two
oversize, majestic peaks sprang free from the inadequate light cloth,
nipples now beginning to stand proud like thumbs in the gentle, now
cool breeze. They tingled and tightened, stretching the skin taut,
standing up and out as they always did, connecting almost electrically
with the pleasure center of her brain and even more responsive nerves
of her cunt. In seconds, the tingles caused the nipples to turn rock
hard, almost two full inches of jutting thumbs, reaching up toward the
darkening sky. She closed her eyes and sank into the sensations.
"Hmmmmmm. That's so nice." She talked softly to herself. Her pussy
began to dampen her jeans, no underwear to restrict or absorb the
beginnings of what would become a copious flow shortly. A hand reached
up and pressed the right breast up, the now tight skin stretching even
more and pulled on the nipple. The tingles sharpened and a wave of
pleasure shot down her belly into the moist forest of hair, already
damp and dark with her increasing flow.
It had been over a week and she needed to cum in a major way. Camp
was so damn restrictive. She had found this hideaway two days ago
while getting lost in trying to get to camp from the dig. And
instantly she had made her plan. Her roommate was actually making the
situation worse, since she was a very striking, leggy blond with a
very lush body and a habit of dressing very skimpily in the tent at
night. It was hard to be horny, in such close quarters and be badly
turned on by her roommate.
She ceased the gently tugging on the turgid nipple and it swung
away heavily. Unrolling the blanket, she removed the small zippered
leather case in its middle and set it to one side. She slid down onto
the light wool and laid on her back, looking up at the now faint stars
over head. A hand reached up and gently traced a still rock-hard
nipple, finally pushing the other breast up and over toward her
center, the upward tilted nipple was only a inch from her mouth and
she leaned her head up and took the nipple between her tongue and
lips, gripping it firmly. She always found it amazing that her jutting
breasts could be sucked in this way. The hotness of her mouth on the
now cool flesh sent a blazing fire straight to her brain. Warmth
spread across her chest as she flushed with passion. She pulled hard
on one nipple and then sucked on the other. In a rhythm that soon had
her belly on fire and her brain demanding even more, she continued to
work one side, then the other. The wetness of each nipple in the cool
air as it was released into the air was almost ecstasy. Her belly
rippled with tension as she continued to tease herself.
Unable to resist any longer, a hand worked the buttons on her
jeans and the hot smell of wet pussy quickly filled the night.
Finally, one hand went down and began weaving through the thick, wet
hair, pressing down above the top of her crack. The extra long clit
was already half erect, poking firmly up, out of the restraining lips
of the swelling pussy. A quick wiggle and the pants were down to her
knees, then rolled up for a pillow under her head. Her nipples were on
fire as she returned to stroking and firm sucking. Legs apart and
knees up and slightly bent, the coolbreeze blew between her legs and
the wetness, now soaking her crack and trickling down between and over
her asshole, made her desire grow even greater.
Finally, she reached over and pulled the case to her and removed
two dongs. One was round on the end, slim in the middle and very thick
toward the end, the other long, slimmer, with bulges of increasing
diameter from one end to the other, with slim gaps between. Her brain
wanted to plunge these into her holes, but she forced herself to move
slowly, enjoying the building pleasure with anticipation. Teasing
herself for over a minute with the slimmer dong, she moved it in and
out of the lips of her pussy, her hips beginning to thrust
involuntarily to meet it. Now very wet and slippery over its first two
inches, she slid it down and found her wet asshole. She firmly pressed
on it, then waited until the muscles relaxed their urgent need to
guard against its entry. Then the tip and first bulb popped inside,
the reacting muscles gripping down firmly on the slim gap behind the
bulb lodged firmly inside. This pulled the next bulb up hard against
the base of her hole. Her ass flexed and released, flexed and
released, moving the bulb inside, in and out. Her ass burned and felt
full. The sensations spread up into her twat, the lips now open like a
rose.
The larger dong was now in her eager shaking hand and she lowered
her head back on the pillow and placed the large bulb end against her
fully soaked honey pot and pressed. The swollen, tight pussy lips
stretched out and out and finally, the obscene bulb popped inside.
Pussy and ass now tight with dongs, she went back to pulling and
sucking her hard tits. The nerves in her belly and chest sent crashing
waves of pleasure signals to her brain and her hips were twitching and
bumping on the rock under her, the heavy dongs flexing and waving
around, pulling on the turgid flesh. As the minutes passed, her soft
moaning was growing more urgent. She must cum soon. Her hand pressed
the butt dong in, bulb by bulb, until all but the stopper were inside.
The heavy pussy dong was being worked in and out, the unique rubber on
the round end swelling within the heat of her steamy cunt. Her brain
went into overload as the pent-up need exploded.
"Oh. Ohhhhh. Mmmmmmmmm. Ooooooo. Yes. Yes. Yes." More urgent now.
"Fuck it baby, fuck me so big. Wet. It wants more." The last inch was
in and now all she could do was grunt. In and out. In and out. At the
very last, she gripped her clit between a wet thumb and index finger
and gave it a pull. The super sensitive nerves, already on fire,
pushed her over the top and she gave a deep grunt, her breath driven
from her as her orgasm racked her body. Her tan back lifted clear of
the blanket and her hips pressed down hard, trembling and twitching
from side to side. For over a minute, she was lost in the sensations,
then her breath began to be less shaky. Every nerve in her cunt was
still on fire, and by beginning to trace the lips of her pussy gently
with a finger, in less than five minutes, she came hard again, a
steady stream of cunt juice flowed out around the end of the dong and
down her butt onto the blanket, a round stain spreading from her lust.
Her belly and ass were stretched and full and her nipples stood up
again. Lying there in the night, her hand reached to a nipple and the
process began again. Did she have a point when her passion would be
exhausted? It was well over two hours before she became exhausted from
her urgent ardor and returned to camp, now quiet as everyone slept.
Slipping into her tent, the smell of a hot pussy immediately came to
her, but not her own. Glancing at her tent-mate, apparently asleep on
her side, hand between her legs, she realized that she was not the
only one to take advantage of the brief privacy. She rolled the
blanket out, slipped off her jeans and slid onto the cot. The smell of
her own lust drifted off the blanket.
Her tent-mate, Tish, heard Heather come in but continued to lie
quietly, herself only a few strokes away from another orgasm when she
was interrupted by Heather's entrance. Shortly, Heather began to
breath heavily and Tish resumed her mission. A long finger stroked her
clit and her belly tightened and she stopped breathing. Only after her
breath had returned to normal and she lay on her back, listening to
the night, did she notice the sweet smell of another hot pussy,
wafting over from the other cot. So, she had been out having some fun
too. I wonder with who? She thought about Heather's wonderful body,
jutting, heavy full breasts and small waist, trim hips and straight
legs and was very turned on again. A hand found the still damp well of
pleasure and she thrust a finger inside. In less than two minutes, the
cot began to creak from her hips responding to the thrusting. Heather
slept deeply. The tent filled with the fragrance of her hot pussy as
Tish came again. At long last, the tent was quiet and only the gently
breeze of the night stirred the brush.
Helen, having heard a brief muffled cry from Tish and Heather's
tent, finally moved away from the closed flap as the whispered gentle
groans of Tic's last orgasm faded away. Maybe three could have fun
before they left at the end of summer. The sudden lustful thought of
making it with a woman surprised Helen. It had been a long time.
Helen found herself following Heather through the dark, down the
path out of camp. It had been over a week before she and Heather had
had much of a chance to talk in private. Actually, the day before,
they had spent the entire day digging off to one side of the main work
and had finally gotten to know each other. Helen had shared her
building frustration, but Heather had been silent in response.
However, that night at dinner, Heather had quietly suggested she stop
by the tent about nine and bring a blanket. They continued on until
suddenly Heather turned and went between a small gap and started off
the main trail. In five minutes, they came out on top of the big flat
boulder. Spreading blankets, they sat down near each other and stared
for a few minutes out at the endless stars above them.
"I love it out here. Very quiet and private. You can just be
yourself here, lost in your thoughts and sensations."
"It reminds me of summer camp. My tent-mate and I found a very
private spot in a field outside the camp and would go and look at the
stars."
"Did you like camp?"
"Yes. No boys, of course. I was twelve and I was getting horny all
the time by then. God, was I horny all the time. Just like now!"
They both grinned but didn't make eye contact.
"I think everyone is having that problem." Heather probed, "So
what did you do about that at camp, I mean, the horny part?"
"Mostly just yelled at everyone. My tent-mate, well, she tried to
help, but I was scared and..."
"Help?"
"Well, she was fourteen and very uninhibited. One night, we were
looking at the stars and she pulled down her pants and began to
masturbate, right in front of me. I was surprised, but she just kept
up and after a while, had an orgasm. I was very inexperienced at that,
so I just watched what she was doing. I was even more surprised that
when she finished and calmed down, she left her shorts down and
suggested I do it too. I did it a little, but was nervous and instead
of it feeling good, I felt stupid. I was shaking so hard. She came
over by my side and just held me for a while and before I knew it she
was rubbing my chest and stomach and I started to relax and got very
turned on. She put her hand down my pants and it felt wonderful. But
after a few minutes when I didn't cum right away, she stopped and said
we should go back. Instead of helping me get over being horny, I was
just jumping out of my skin."
"Well, so?"
"The next day was the last day of camp and we left. We traded
letters a few times, then lost track of each other. High school and,
so far, college, have been very average for me. A few nice guys. I
still get horny but very nervous about sex. Listen to me, I hardly
know you and I can't believe I told you about that. At camp. I've
never told anyone about that night."
But Heather was a good listener and gave her a hug. "Nothing to be
ashamed about, I'd say. Horny girl meets horny girl with no boys
around and the good times begin. I can tell you a story about me. I
had a teacher in high school who was a real fox. Great shape, tight
ass, long legs. All the male teachers and most of the boys fell all
over themselves trying to get her attention and into her pants. But
she was into girls. Nothing overt, just, well, after awhile, we
figured it out. She walked the straight and narrow at school and with
the female students. I was surprised to find her to be a real turn on
for me and watched everything she did. The way her breasts moved in
her blouse, the way her underwear showed under her skirt. I had her in
two classes and a study hall and was horny all the time. Anyway, she
had to give a long speech one night at school, to all the parents. The
lectern was one of those great big things, dark wood, curtains around
the speaker from the side. Once they walked up to it, you couldn't see
anything of them from the audience except for the head and shoulders.
Well, I slipped inside and waited. She came in to give the speech and
about ten minutes after she started, I started gently blowing through
a straw into the gap between the buttons on her slacks. I don't think
she consciously felt it at first, but it started to get her hot after
a while. She finally reached down and rubbed her crotch a little and
then went on with the speech. When she rubbed again, a button came
undone and I could see some of her cunt hair through her panties. Real
low cut hip riders, they only just barely covered her crack. Boy, was
I surprised, but now I had an even better target, and concentrated on
her pussy directly, blowing a little harder. The second time I did it,
I heard her make a little noise and her hips twitched. I must have hit
a hot spot. By then I think she must have realized that something was
up, but she went on because she had to. I worked on her clit and it
started to push the very top of her panties out. She could help
herself, and gave herself another quick rub! I had her hot and
bothered now." "God, Helen, did she have a big clit! I've heard some
girls do. Mine is nice and just pokes out for all to see if I get it
hard, but hers wins the prize."
"Well, let me tell you, she was WELL endowed in that area. I would
pause, then blow. I was very excited myself, but then her clit pushed
out over the very top of her panties and stood up before me. It was
soaked too. Dark red and swollen. I blew hot, then cold air on it,
then wait, then shift to a different pattern. Her hips twitched and
twitched. I kept it up for twenty minutes and the whole lectern was
hot with spunk. She reached a break in the talk while they changed
slides or something. I impulsively leaned forward and pulled the clit
into my mouth and ran my tongue over it. Well, that did it. She had a
big orgasm right then and there. She shook all over and I could see
her stomach flatten and ripple as it took her. I let her go and slid
back into the lectern. Later I spotted her waiting in the parking lot,
so I went out an emergency exit on the other side of school."
"Does she know who did it?" Helen was very turned listening to
this talk.
"No. I've never told anyone about it till tonight."
"Well, that beats my friend in a field story."
"That doesn't matter. You shouldn't worry about exploring and
trying new things. As long as everyone is honest and no one gets hurt
and you stop if they say stop. Opportunities are everywhere."
There was a long silence, then Helen quietly asked, "What, I mean,
what did she taste like? Was it gross?"
Heather put her arm around her waist. "No. I always wondered what
it might be like, too. I even snuck a couple of tastes of myself, but
her juice was sweet and, well, sexy. I liked it!"
They suddenly both heard a voice, down in the path past their turnoff.
Then a second. Two of the other girls were moving down the path. As
they looked down between the rocks, the girls just came into view
between two boulders off a little way. Helen and Heather were
downwind, so the soft voices came to them, but they were protected.
They stopped and spread a blanket in the only clearing visible
from their position. "God, if Billy finds me out here with you."
"He should consider himself lucky you screw him at all. Hell, he
hasn't got a clue on how to fuck you right or you wouldn't still need
it so bad. Tonight, you horny bitch, you are going to have the top of
your head come off and Billy can take his cock home and fuck someone
else."
Without much motion, Heather and Helen moved close together to
watch the unexpected action. Heather, slightly behind Helen, had her
big breast pressed firmly into the back of Helen's arm. It felt nice,
but their attention was soon drawn elsewhere.
It was Joyce and Betsy. Betsy pulled the top off Joyce and without
much hesitation, ran her hand over Joyce's round tit. They moved close
and kissed, heads bobbing and moving around as their tongues moved in
and out and explored the hot cavities of each mouth. Hands worked and
clothes fell away.
Heather felt Helen press back against her. She placed a hand on
the small of Helen's back and went back to watching. Joyce went down
and pulled a nipple into her mouth. "Oh, baby, that is soooo good.
Good. Yessss. Goooood. Oh. Oh." Betsy was going to be a noisy one. The
sucking sounds came to them on the breeze. And with it, the swelling
spunky smell of hot pussy. Joyce moved over to the other breast and
slid her hand between Betsy's legs. Betsy moved them further apart and
continued to moan. "Ohhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhh. Put in another finger. Please.
More. More. Another. God, yes. More. Ohhhhh. "
Helen whispered, "This is getting me so hot. I can smell their hot
sex."
Heather rubbed her back and slid the back of her top up to expose
the skin, rubbing in circles. Helen relaxed against her. "Please put
your tongue in me. Give it to me. Put it in. I can't wait. Give me
that big snake." Joyce eased her down on the blanket and her legs
spread wide, pussy facing them. Even from here, they could see the
glistening of her wet cunt, now open and eager to be fucked. Joyce
positioned herself in a sixty nine position over her and lowered her
head. At once, Betsy began a constant whimpering chatter, telling them
explicitly of every move of Joyce's obviously long and experienced
tongue.
"Oh. YES. YES YES. Ohhhhh. Mmmmmm. Oh. Yes YES YES. Hot, so hot.
My clit, Ohhhhh. Deeper. YES. Do me. Do me. Do me. Yes. Oh my god.
Ohhhhhhh. "
Betsy's legs were now almost straight up in the air. Slowly they
wrapped around Joyce's head and pulled her into the steamy pussy.
Joyce's tongue slid deep inside, the pussy juice flowing over her lips
and over her face.
Heather was now drifting her hand alongside Helen's side, the
bulge of the ample breast just beyond Heather's finger tips. Helen was
trembling and twisted slightly to the right. She moved away and
without a word, pulled her top over her head, freeing her breasts to
Heather's grasp. The breast moved into Heather's hand and the nipple
moved under her thumb. She gave a deep sigh as the finger and thumb
closed over the nipple and stretched it slowly out, then down and
around. Released, a feather stoke, here, there, here again, back to
the nipple. A touch, a stroke, finally, at random, another squeeze.
The nipple went rock hard. Helen had never been so hot so fast. Her
eyes never left the back of Joyce's head and Betsy's legs, now back to
being straight up. Heather continued to stroke.
"Oh. OHOHOHOH.... I'm going to CUM....!" It was almost a shout.
Betsy bucked and Joyce stayed in place, sucking down the flowing cum.
The loud slurping, sucking sounds crossed to them on the night.
Heather shifted behind Helen and ran her other hand around to the
front and lifted the other breast, pulling her back against her legs
and chest. Helen's head was now between Heather's breasts, nipples up
and hard. Helen moaned softly.
Joyce continued to suck and Betsy whimpered. "Again. Again. Make
me go again. Oh, honey, you do me right. God what a bitchin' tongue.
What a fucking machine." It was an urgent non-stop babble, revealing
an unslaked, uncontrollable lust. Joyce again slid a hot very long
tongue inside her, then pulled her clit into her mouth and sucked.
Betsy was off again.
Helen whispered. "I need to cum too."
"Shhhhhhh. You will. Wait, baby wait. They might hear you." Betsy
was flying high, losing her mind. "Shit. Oh. Shit. SHIT. Don't, no,
not my asssss. Oh, please. Yes. YES. YES. I'm going. I'm going. I'M
unnnnnnnnnnn." The last a cry interrupted by a groan as her belly
pulsed and her breathing stopped. Legs straight up. they shook over
and over and finally, lowered onto the blanket. Betsy had passed out.
Joyce had fulfilled her earlier promise.
Heather slipped a hand down and unhooked Helen's pants. Her hand
traced to the top of the crotch and moved around. Slowly, the pants
were worked down and her pussy was exposed. Top unbuttoned. Heather
continued to moved Helen closer to orgasm. Joyce and Betsy got up
slowly and held each other in the night, kissing and stroking each
other. "Next time, it's your turn. God, that was GREAT. The hell with
Billy. You can have me ANY time, honey. That tongue is MINE." Blanket
rolled up, they kissed again and walked out of sight, back toward
camp.
Helen's breath was coming in short gasps and her hips jerked as
Heather's fingers moved over the pussy lips and the tip of a finger
parted them. The hot juice spread like honey and the red hot heat of
an inflamed pussy greeted her finger as it went in, one knuckle at a
time. Eyes closed, a groan escaped her lips and she started to speak,
"GoooooooOOOOOOO....." The orgasm tore through her and she shook and
belly flattened. The fire went up her spine and exploded in her head.
Heather could feel her own passion rise as Helen went over the
top, but she held her until her breath settled down and her eyes
opened and began to refocus. Heather kissed her. "I told you I would
make it happen for you."
They waited a while in the night, the wet slowing drying. Holding
each other. Finally, they returned to camp. Just at the camp edge,
behind the last boulder, Helen stopped and turned to Heather. Without
a word, she unbuttoned Heather's top and freed the globes. Leaning
down, she sucked each nipple until Heather's knees began to buckle and
her breath got ragged. Helen stopped, buttoned her up and said "You're
right, a little fun can't harm anybody. That's for something to
remember me by tomorrow while you're digging."
"Shit, I'm horny as hell now. How do you expect me to sleep like
this?" She was grinning broadly.
Helen hugged her and went on to her tent. Her pussy was still
soaked and the wet was exciting on her legs as she walked. Heather
slipped into her bunk and released herself with practiced fingers.
Her bunk-mate smiled and rolled over watch in the dark. Heather
was on her back and when the orgasm came, her back bent like a bow and
she gave a brief snort. Sleep finally came.
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