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NOTE: New readers discovering Heather for the first time can
find her previous adventures archived at:
FTP 130.89.222.72 (Might be down over holidays)
As always, if you cannot reach these locations, please e-mail
me for the parts you are missing and I'll send you a ZIP'ed
file with the entire series included. If I have enough
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Discussion, as always, should be done over in
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Now, finally, on with the story......which picks up with
Heather just back from England, where we left the group at
the end of Part 27. (See how much you forgot already! ;-)
Warning: The material that follows is adult in nature,
containing graphic sex descriptions. If you are not over 18,
or if such material is offensive to you, stop here and move
on to another story.
The Adventures of Heather, Part 28A [A-C]
By Ramapo
The trip back to the states went smoothly. Heather's
lightning fast sexual encounter in the lavatory with the two
stewardesses was surprising quite satisfying, in spite of her
exhaustion from another long night without sleep.
The stewardess had really great hands and brought
Heather off in under five minutes, only stopping when the
other stew, working from the rear, managed to get the first
stew off and distract her from her business with Heather.
The stew's heavy breathing as she stroked and tweaked
Heather's long nipples and heavy breasts plus her grunts and
gasps as the other stew fucked her pussy from the rear really
added to Heather's own enjoyment and she quickly slid into
that mental state of hot lust that let her begin to
repeatedly orgasm.
That encounter had ended as silently as it began. They
pulled their clothes back on in the darkness, struggled to
regain their breath, and then the stew by the door popped
open the door and quickly looked around. No one was there
and she quickly went back to her work station in the kitchen.
The first stew and Heather followed and closed the door. The
stew called the cockpit and asked that they try the breaker
again, as she thought she had the problem fixed. The lights
popped back on and an OK was given. They all smiled at one
another and Heather regained her seat.
But the sex, so quick and vigorous, had left her very
excited and she could still feel the expert fingers on her
breasts and pussy for many hours afterward, reliving in her
mind the sensations, making her horny all over again. Sleep
never did come to her as Sherry and Traci snored on her
shoulders. She ran Sherry's gorgeous long hair through her
fingers as Sherry slept.
"I hope she never cuts this." She thought. And kissed
Sherry on top of the head.
They went through customs and immigration then caught a
cab. Heather was first to get out and she was now staggering
with exhaustion.
"See you tomorrow." She gave each of them a cursory
peck on the cheek and dragged her bags up the steps to her
apartment. She let herself in and put her bags in the
bedroom and took stock of the situation.
The plants were a little dry, so she gave them each a
shot of water and talked and stroked each one of them for a
while to let them know she was home.
Then, she made a cup of tea and pulled out her class
schedule and homework assignment and figured out her plan for
the next day. Traci had a big test scheduled and she knew
she wasn't close to being ready. Damn.
She fought off the fatigue and tried to study. In ten
minutes she was nodding off over the book, tea or no tea.
"I've got to get some rest first," she thought.
She headed for the bedroom and realized she still needed
to unpack, so she forced herself to do that. Then, she
quickly showered, pulled on a flannel nightgown, and set the
alarm for early the next morning. And slid in between the
sheets. Then remembered she didn't call home to let her
parents know she was back safe and sound.
She picked up the phone and in a quick call, talked to
her Mother and promised to call her the next day and tell her
all about the trip. Well, the parts she could tell. "Gosh,
Traci, I miss your tongue on my pussy soooo... much." She
blushed as she found herself thinking this as her Mother said
goodnight.
It was only 6PM as the phone dropped in the cradle. She
switched the ringer off and was asleep in seconds. She
slept the sleep of the dead and only the alarm the next day
awoke her with its persistent loud buzzing.
She stretched. A quick trip the bathroom and she
slipped into cotton briefs, jeans, a sweater over a good
support bra and her loafers. Her hair she ran a brush
through twice and piled on her head in a messy pile. It was
study time. No time for pleasure.
A quick breakfast with tea and some slices of toast and
she gathered her books and headed out the door for the
student cafeteria. It was her secret study place. She
hardly knew any of the other students and they left her alone
as she sat in a corner and began to cram for the exam. The
hours went by and she got hungry, went through the food line
and used her meal card for the second time the whole term.
Then nibbled at her food as she studied, finally pushing the
tray away. Only an hour to the exam was left as she checked
her watch. Just once she wished Traci would cut her some
slack about her courses and tests.
As she moved the tray away, she scanned to room and
noticed a striking woman, about Traci's age, walking several
isles away, looking around for someone. What caught her eye
was that she seemed a bit out of place in her very
sophisticated black on black attire. Very Parisian. Heather
dropped back to her books. Very striking she thought. Trim
waist and flat belly. Great hair, but up and pinned back.
Nice very dark color. Rich. Great to run your fingers
through, she bet. A hint of a very nice chest under the
jacket and blouse. Her internal dialogue was interrupted by
a female voice with a distinct French accent.
"You are Heather? No?" She was standing there looking
down at Heather. Beautiful facial bones, sensitive mouth. A
knockout, natural beauty. Yes, now more than a hint of a
chest. Definitely a full figure.
Heather scanned her as she looked up, surprise on her
face. "Yes, I'm Heather." God, the woman has a great
figure, she thought as her practised eyes scanned the woman
again.
"I am Monique, I'm glad we can meet so soon." The woman
placed her tray on the table and shook Heather's hand.
Heather felt as though the sexual energy of five Traci's just
raced up her arm and through her body. Monique was
practically glowing with sexual energy and in a flash,
Heather felt her body respond and her brain fill with the
first waves of sexual fog that always seemed to cloud her
thinking when she was very excited. It hit her so hard she
was confused at first. She and Traci had chemistry.
Powerful chemistry. This was a reaction on another plane
entirely. She found it hard to breath. Holy shit, she
thought. Am I attracted to her or WHAT?
"I'm sorry," she finally responded, "do I, should I,
know you?"
"No, not yet, you have been away to Europe, no? I am
your new art professor, of course."
"What? I haven't changed courses. You must be
mistaken." The fog in her mind wasn't clearing, only getting
stronger. God, she never got this hot unless Traci was
around and they were teasing each other. A lot. Who WAS
this woman? The faint aroma of Monique's perfume swallowed
Heather and added even more to her excitement.
Monique paused. "You do not know about the change?
Traci did not tell you?"
"Changes, what changes?" The fog receded just a bit as
Heather's concern rose.
"I am your new teacher. Traci is leaving to go to the
Southern campus and head the department there for a period.
I was sure she would have told you. I'm so sorry for you to
find out this way."
Heather was rapidly gathering her books and shoving them
in her bag. She was stunned. Scared. Furious. Bewildered.
And still horny as hell for this woman.
"You were studying for the big test today?" Monique
reached out and touched her arm again. More fire. God, this
woman was setting her on fire. It flooded into her even over
her fear and anxiety.
"Yes, you should know. I must go see Trac...the
Professor about this. Excuse me." She practically ran out
of the cafeteria. The panic rose in her throat.
"I cancelled the test three days ago," Monique called
behind her to her back. Heather's pussy was wet as she
hurried along. Sex was the last thing she wanted to think
about and she was angry she couldn't push it out of her mind.
She jumped in her car and raced for the administration
offices. Traci's office was locked. It looked like her desk
had been cleaned off. She drove as fast as she could over to
Traci's apartment and Traci's car was still in the lot, a
couple of boxes on the back seat.
Heather ran up the steps and Traci's door was open. She
stepped in just as Traci was picking up some boxes and was
heading out the door.
"THERE you are!" Traci said in relief. Her eyes were
red from crying. "I've been trying to reach you since last
night! I went by this morning and you were already gone."
"I just heard! Nobody's been trying to reach me."
Heather remembered she didn't listen to her messages and had
turned off the phone. And left early in the morning to
study. "The phone was off. Are you leaving me?" Her fear
surfaced in her bluntness. She braced herself for the answer
she dreaded was about to come. Traci was so pretty and sexy
and she just knew someday someone would steal her away
and.......
"What? Leaving you? Leaving you? No. No. I could
never leave you! I love you. It's a fucking promotion!"
She didn't sound happy about it.
"But, you were leaving without saying goodbye!" Heather
was crying. From relief. From the sudden news that they
would be apart.
"I wasn't going to go until we could talk. Why would
you jump to such a conclusion honey?"
"I, I.... I was so scared. I don't know what I'd do
without you." It came out as she wept.
Tracy stroked her hair. "Now. Come on. It's going to
be rough. But we can get through this. It's only for six
months."
"Six months?! My, God, Traci, that's forever! I'm
withdrawing and coming with you."
"No. NO! Listen to me. You can't DO that. Calm down.
Look, you have a brilliant career ahead of you. You still
need to finish your studies. You can still learn a lot from
the teachers here. You mustn't screw up things when they are
all headed your way."
"But, but. I can't live without you." She kept crying.
With all the lovers Heather seemed to take, Traci had
secretly wondered if Heather really was all that seriously in
love with her, but there was no doubt left now.
"I know. I cried all morning." She stroked her hair.
They clung to each other. "How did you find out?"
"Monique told me." Heather was still crying.
Traci jerked upright and pulled back just as though she
had been shot. "Monique? Monique who?" She held Heather at
arm's length.
"Monique Lassitur. The new professor."
Traci's face was filled with fear. "She has a French
accent?"
Heather stopped crying. "Yes. Why. WHAT IS IT?"
Traci sat heavily on the pile of boxes. "Now. Now she
has to turn up. Here. With you. Oh, God, what ARE we going
to do?" It was a whisper of horror.
Heather knelt in front of Traci. "What? Who is she?"
Traci hesitated. Her face was filled with a black
cloud.
"The devil. The sexiest, dangerous devil in the world,
but the devil none-the-less."
"Tell me about her."
Traci was silent as she gathered her thoughts. She
decided. Heather had to know. At least as much as she
thought the girl would believe. "I want you to hear this
from me. We had an affair while I was in school. In Paris.
I left her in the end. I couldn't deal with it anymore. I
left." She sounded exhausted.
"Did you love her?" Heather bit her lip to hold the hurt
inside.
Traci took a long time to answer. "Yes."
"And her?" God this hurt, Heather thought. It's before
me. It has nothing to do with us. Be brave. Listen.
"In her way, yes, she loved me."
Heather waited.
"It's a fantastic story. Unbelievable unless you
experienced it. I left in the end because it would have
destroyed me. Her love. The sex. The...it was too intense.
She tried to control it, to protect me, but in the end, she
failed. I saved myself. From her. From it. I'm glad I
left. But I'll never ever forget it."
Traci got to her feet wearily. "You must stay away from
her."
"But, I'm her student."
"Outside of class, stay away from her. She's dangerous.
That's all I'll tell you. Promise me you'll try not to sleep
with her."
Heather looked hurt. "You know I wouldn't.." Even
Heather knew this protest sounded very hollow. Hell, she
seemed to sleep with everyone.
"THIS IS NOT A GAME, DEAREST!" Traci took her by the
arms. "Just promise me you'll try not to sleep with her
until we can formulate some sort of game plan on how to
protect you."
"I can take care of myself around her."
"Promise me."
"I promise. Traci, what are we going to do about being
so far apart?"
"Let me get down there and figure out how to solve that.
You concentrate on your studies. God, I wish we could have
tonight together. I miss you so much. I need your loving,
honey. And we need a plan about Monique."
"Are your sure? I don't know if I can do this."
Heather complained.
"Yes we can. We'll get past this. Now, carry this box.
And I'll lock the door."
At the car, they kissed. And held each other a long
time. "Got to go. It's a long
drive and they're already pissed I was out of the country and
didn't show up when they wanted. Bastards, they could have
let me in on this a long time ago."
"What happened?"
"I'm not sure yet. A scandal I think. Anyway. You
stay away from Monique outside of class. No matter what."
"OK. Got it. Please call tonight. I miss you
already." Her heart was breaking inside.
"You are upset because I had an affair with her?" Traci
looked into Heather's red eyes.
"No. Yes. Of COURSE I'm upset. She's so fucking
beautiful and the chemistry is so STRONG and....."
Traci stopped her. "You already see how dangerous it is
to be around her. Stay away." She stroked Heather's arm.
"That was a long time ago and we have each other now.
Concentrate on that."
"OK. I'll be good."
"I know. Have fun at your party this weekend."
"How did you....?"
"You talk in your sleep, remember?" Traci smiled and
kissed her on the forehead. "Sleep with Karin or Sherry this
weekend. Something that will keep you occupied and help you
wait for me."
Heather didn't respond. She had forgotten about the
party again. She didn't want to sleep with Karin or Sherry.
She wanted Traci. And Monique. The realization that the
woman was still exciting her surprised her and she realized
that Traci wasn't just warning her for nothing. I AM totally
sweep off my feet by her.
Traci got in the car, blew her a kiss and left the
lot.
Heather sat in her car and cried. This was so fast.
She felt empty. Forgetting at last about Monique, she cursed
the administration and headed for her apartment. She turned
her phone back on. On the machine, she found the frantic
messages from Traci begging her to call immediately. A note
from Mom telling her that Traci was frantic to find her. A
note from Karin telling her not to forget the party Saturday
night, hoping she had a nice trip and also (shyly) hoped she
could "stay the night, if you know what I mean" after the
party. And a note from Monique.
Heather pulled back from the machine as she hear
Monique's distinct voice. God, it was a sexy voice.
"Heather. I'm so sorry I upset you with bad news this
morning." She sounded sincere. "I hate to have to bring
this up when you have so many other important personal things
to attend to, but the dean just called with questions about
your painting and trip and wants to meet in her office at
three this afternoon. Please let me know if you can make
it." She gave her number.
Heather sat and stared at the phone. Traci said stay
away. But this would be in the dean's office. That was safe
enough. It was school business and she couldn't ignore that.
She called and got Monique's machine. That was a
relief. She left a message and then went and made a snack.
She couldn't taste the food. She cried.
"Traci, how can this be getting so screwed up? I wish
you were here." She fought the tears as she did the dishes.
A couple of drops in each eye reduced the redness, but she
knew she looked like hell.
She met Monique just outside the office. Monique
immediately said, "We must touch up your eyes. Come with
me." She just took charge and Heather fell in behind her.
Heather immediately felt that electric presence from
before. Monique turned for the ladies room and Heather
followed and in the next minute, Monique produced some eye
liner and shadow and the circles and puffiness ware covered
up.
"Do they know about you and Traci?"
Heather was amazed. She knew. "No, I don't think so."
"We must keep it so, then."
"Fine. OK. What's this about?" Heather looked into
Monique's eyes. Deep brown pools of excitement. She
shivered. God, what is it about this woman? She is
dangerous. Traci only said TRY not to sleep with her. She
must know how sexually attractive she is to me.
"I don't know yet. Do not answer any question until we
understand what is the problem."
"OK."
They went back and entered the office just on time for
the appointment. Heather's arm was on fire from the brief
touch Monique had given her as she guided her in through the
door.
The dean sat behind her desk. To her right was a plain
woman in a severe business suit. They both looked grim.
"Heather, when you entered this university, you signed
an agreement that stated that any income earned using
university facilities or properties would be shared with 80
percent going to the school. Perhaps you had forgotten
that?"
Heather answered before Monique could stop her. "No, I
haven't forgotten."
"Is this your signature on the form?" The other woman
handed her a paper. It was her signature.
"Yes, that's mine."
Monique interrupted, cutting off the dialogue. "Just,
what is the concern, dean?"
The other woman leaned forward, "Heather has been
producing many works of art and selling them very
successfully, using the university facilities, and has never
paid a penny she owes the school for our fair share of the
income. We would like payment of our share of the money."
She was staring at Monique. Monique fixed her stare and
suddenly the other woman blushed deeply and looked away.
"I...", Heather started.
"Just a minute. Excuse me Heather. I will speak with
you in the hallway. Please." She rose and they went out.
"You know of the agreement?"
"Of course."
"You have not violated it?" Monique's presence was
sending that fog of lust into her brain again. She felt her
chest tighten and fought for balance.
"No. Traci made sure I did all the personal work off
campus at the apartment. That's why I live there." And to
fuck Traci, but she didn't add that.
"You have receipts for the materials?"
"All of it."
"Have the private works ever been displayed on campus,
stored there, anything of that nature?"
"No, they never come near the place. Traci and I do all
the business work at my place or her's. Never at school."
It was hard to breathe. Heather's nipples were rock hard
with excitement. She felt she would just jump Monique right
there in another few seconds.
"Let me deal with it." She took Heather's arm and
Heather felt a hot flood of pleasure flow over her arm and
chest.
WOW. This woman can really get too me. Heather thought
to herself. Her chest burned and she felt it swell and her
tits grow tight.
Inside, they sat again.
Monique began. "Heather did none of the work on school
grounds. The materials were all her own. You have no claim
on the results. Perhaps if I could discuss this with the
young lady for a few minutes..." She was looking at the
lawyer.
The lawyer was flushed and trembling. "Diane. Yes....
We could do that. I'll require...
proof.."
"Of course, my dear. Let's leave the dean to her other
important matters and I'll give to you what you require."
Diane swallowed hard. She rubbed her legs together.
The dean looked a bit puzzled. "I thought you said you were
sure..."
Diane hesitated. "She says she can prove otherwise. We
should let them do that if they can, it's only fair. Your
office?" She was pushing past them. Still blushing.
"I will call you later with news." Monique brushed past
and perhaps rubbed Heather's chest slightly with her arm as
she moved past her. Instantly, Heather's already hard
nipples erected to their maximum length and began to burn.
Her sweater clearly showed her long points, even through the
bra. The dean was staring as Heather slipped on her coat
quickly and left the office. Her chest was on fire and she
had to get out of there and rub herself.
Back at her place, Heather rubbed herself for many
minutes, finally experiencing a delicious nipple orgasm
before her breasts calmed down. Even as she gasped and
groaned, she was thinking of Monique's slight touch and it
got her more excited. Damn. Damn. What a hot bitch. Boy,
do I WANT her.
Only as she sat and thought for a while and her body
calmed down did she begin to realize that she had to limit
her time with Monique to public places and around other
people. If they ever got alone for long, she would sleep
with her in a second. And Monique would have her.
She finally went into the other bedroom, converted as
her studio and worked for a while on an unfinished painting,
finally taking her mind off the events of the day.
The phone rang and she picked it up. It was Monique.
"We have won and there will be no more troubles over
your paintings." She was excited and pleased.
Heather was cautious.
"Do I have to show them my receipts?"
"It will not be necessary. Donna has received all she
asked for and was quite pleased."
That sounded a bit strange.
"Like what? I thought...."
"We should have a victory celebration tonight. I wish
to take you to dinner to some place special." Monique just
went on.
"Well, I...." Warning bells were going off. But it
would only be dinner. In public. She would meet her there
and then she could handle it. She thought.
"It will be a marvellous evening for us to get to know
one another a bit better. Eight o'clock?"
"It should be OK." Heather tried to sound bland. Her
heart was pounding.
"I will pick you up at eight at your place. Goodbye."
Monique hung up.
"No, I will meet..." Heather tried to respond, but the
connection broke. She tried Monique's office and got no
answer. She had an unlisted number at home.
Shit.
The phone rang again. It was Karin.
"Hey, welcome home. I'd thought you'd call."
"Hi, Karin. Sorry. It's been a very crazy and
upsetting day."
"Oh? What's up? You still coming tomorrow night?"
Karin obviously was interested in getting the plan for the
party in place.
"Traci's gone."
"WHAT! What happened?!" Karin shifted her focus
quickly.
"She got a promotion to the southern campus as the art
director there and head of the department. For six months.
We didn't find out till last night. I didn't hear about it
til this morning." Heather began to cry again.
"Six months? Oh, gosh, that's a long time."
"It worse than that. Her replacement here is an old
lover from her Paris days and...."
"You're kidding. Wow."
"And I'm attracted to her. I can't seem to help
myself." She sobbed.
"God, slow down. How do you know all this. I mean, she
just got there."
"I know. I know. I just am. It's like she takes
control of me."
"OK. I'm coming over."
"You can't. I'm going out to dinner with Monique at
eight." Heather sighed heavily.
"Look, you need to talk to someone. I'm on my way."
She hung up before Heather could respond.
"You're right. I do need to talk to someone. Traci."
Heather answered into the disconnected phone.
And realized she didn't have a new number for Traci.
She'd call later for sure.
Karin was there in record time. She used her key and
let herself in. She took Heather into the kitchen and
started a kettle of hot water for tea and coffee.
"OK. From the top." She settled in and Heather told
her the story.
"Wow. What a mess." Karin was silent for a while.
Heather wished Traci would call.
"I have an idea for tonight." Karin finally said.
"What?"
"You get HER all hot and bothered for you. Then, you
can control things and guide the evening and get home without
hopping into bed."
"How's that going to work? I'm already to hop in bed
with her NOW!" Heather said.
"Yeah, but all you're doing is reacting to her. Look,
you haven't had sex with Traci and you're really kinda backed
up in that category. You need to take charge and get on top
here. Then, you can keep her at arms length. Like you do
with me."
"What? I do not. You know Traci and I...."
"Yeah, but I've really missed you."
"Karin. Look, I promise to stay over tomorrow night.
Now, can we focus on tonight? Good. Do you think this has a
chance?" She sounded very doubtful.
"Sure thing. You wrapped me around your pretty finger
and hell, I'm basically a hetero. Here, we know she's a
lesbian, so no problems there. We just have to figure out
the right outfit."
And they picked and chose and laid everything out on the
bed, changing everything at least ten times before they were
both satisfied. It was six o'clock.
"Thanks, Karin. I hope this works or I'm a goner and
god knows what'll happen to Traci and I. It scares me to
think about it." Karin and Heather hugged. "You're the
best."
"OK. I'm leaving to let you clean up and get ready.
Call me if you get in over your head and need a rescue." She
kissed Heather a long time and her loins ached. Tomorrow
night. Wait for tomorrow. She was embarrassed that she was
thinking about sex when Heather was in such confusion.
Heather wasn't the only one who was backed up, Karin thought.
She finally broke away and left.
Heather carefully washed her hair and towel dried it,
letting the perm tighten the long strands back into mass of
coils down her back almost to her waist now. She towelled
the rest of herself off and then stepped in front of the
mirror in the bedroom. She was lucky, as not a blemish
showed on her skin anywhere tonight, so the makeup effort
would be much easier.
She had recently begun (over Traci's objections) to trim
a bit around her pubis so that she could wear the really
revealing thongs at the pool, but there still was a small
patch of thick hair down there to rub her legs.
Her belly was as flat as ever, and now that her hips had
rounded out a bit more, her small waist was even more
noticeable. But, in the end, the pretty face, nice rounded
hips and tight ass were lost as focal points as her eyes
travelled up to the sensational breasts that still hung so
high from her ribs, jutting out a seemingly impossible
distance. Tipped with swollen ice cream cones for areolas
and those long nipples. They were so tight that they hardly
bounced or swayed at all when she walked. She was twenty
years old now and wondered how long they would stay this way.
End Part 28A [A-C]
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]
The Adventures of Heather, Part 28C [A-C]
Heather felt the tip of the waitress's tongue penetrate
her now completely open womanhood and a sharp shudder ran
through her. The pool of lust in her mind grew warmer and
the orgasm was now a visible thing, a red ball somehow just
out of sight. Her visible shudder drew Monique's attention
for just a moment and she interrupted her story long enough
for Heather to notice.
"Look away in your mind from the hot ball that is your
orgasm. Deny it entrance into view and you can last much,
much longer. Wonderful, that's it. Relax. Feel her tongue
deep go deep inside and wash you."
And it did. Very deep. Heather floated in a sea of
hot, sensuous lust. She was always charging into her arousal,
not fleeing from it. This was new. This was not just great,
it was WONDERFUL. She could have been on the moon at that
point, instead of in a busy high class restaurant. Two other
women at the next table kept glancing over and smiling at
each other. They knew Heather was getting off. They just
couldn't figure out how. Her hands were both on the table
and there was no obvious lower body motion.
"Renee began to moan softly and twist her hips back and
forth to move his cock a bit inside and purred to Picard
about how great it felt. How her belly was tight and full.
She slowly began to hump his stomach and an inch now slid in
and out with a slight sucking sound. Several minutes went by
and then Amber guided Renee down a small additional step on
each side, spreading her legs wider and allowing another two
inches of thick cock inside. Renee gave a deep moan of
delight and stood still for a moment. The humping then began
again, harder. She was very, very aroused by now. Another
step and Picard disappeared and she was hanging by her mons
from his cock, now complete buried."
"Amber lifted Renee's legs behind Picard and locked them
at the ankles, quickly slipping a length of soft cord around
them and tying a knot so they couldn't come back down. Now
she had purchase on his hard tail to begin to hump again, and
she did."
" Renee,' she said softly, you must stop now and we
will give you your birthday present.'"
"Renee forced herself to stop and looked back over her
shoulder. A young boy, naked, about fourteen years of age
had stepped out of the shadows and came to us in the center
of the room. His cock was about seven inches long, but
exceptionally slim. Little spurts of clear, thick fluid kept
spitting from the end as it beat against his belly when he
walked. He was very excited, that was certain."
" Thomas will serve as your rear scratching post.' She
took a jar of creme from a side table and wiped a
considerable amount on his cock, then reached under and
lubricated Renee's rear entrance. Renee was very excited."
"Thomas was clearly ready to cum at any moment from
watching the action, but Amber said soothing words to him to
distract him and she guided the tip of his cock into position
and asked Renee to lift herself. She did, going up many
inches. The tip of the cock was now pressed gently into the
dark circle against her pucker and left there. Tom's little
spurts from his excitement continued and now ran down her
crack and dripped to the floor. As her legs tired a bit, she
slipped down and the tip disappeared. She wiggled and
gasped, but the shaft was slowly disappearing inside and as
she sagged back down, six inches were now inside. Thomas
stood perfectly still, as he had been instructed. An almost
impossible task given the state he was in."
"I moved around to see from the front and Renee's face
was a wonder to behold. She was gasping and her breathing
was becoming very ragged. Her eyes were rolling as she
lifted back up and sank back down. Moans broke the air and
she squealed again and again. Picard's thick cock was buried
in her to the hilt and her lifting was able to shift it
inside, but not slide it in or out. Her clitoris was rubbing
across Picard's thick matt of hair and she shuddered each
time it did so. Only the slim penis in her ass was sliding
and she was beginning to move faster and faster. Picard gave
a grunt himself and from the sweat on his forehead and the
intense look in his eyes, he too was about to cum. Amber
continued to tell both the men they could not cum without her
permission and somehow they obeyed. Renee was now pumping up
and down in a frenzy and began to shudder and her hips twitch
in spasms."
"Amber timed the moment perfectly and gave the men quiet
permission to release at their pleasure. In seconds, they
both stiffened and shot deep inside their respective holes.
Renee gave a wild cry of pleasure and her own body, driven to
heights she had never before experienced, spasmed as she
crested uncontrollably into her orgasm, her pumping now
spasmodic. A thick stream of thick cum now poured back down
Thomas's slim cock, across his tight balls and dripped to the
floor between his quivering legs. All three we groaning in
delight at their release."
"Thomas was given permission to withdraw first, and he
left the room. Renee's ankles were untied and her exhausted
legs dropped down, but she was still impaled on Picard and it
was over a minute before he bent his legs, lowered her to the
floor and backed away. Renee would have fallen had not Amber
been there to assist her to the bed. The girl's hair was
plastered to her neck and face with sweat and she glistened
from her efforts. Pools of cum were leaking from her pussy
and ass and the bed clothes were soon soaked through, but no
one notice but I. I looked around and Picard had also left
the room."
" Did you enjoy your birthday present, my dear?' Amber
said as she pushed the sweaty hair out of the girl's eyes."
" Oh, my, yes. I never dreamed having your ass fucked
could be so delightful. I thought I would explode in my
excitement. Now I know a full pussy and ass is what I want.'
She leaned against Amber's chest and closed her eyes, her
breathing still rapid."
"We cleaned her up and clothed her and sent her on her
way, then rejoined the party just as it was ending. My
Mother saw me again talking to Amber and was very angry with
me and sent me to bed. I lay awake long into the night
dreaming about what I had seen."
Heather's lust was rising even more. Her eye's were
closed and sweat dotted her upper lip. Her belly was on fire
and tight as a drum with the pressure of her arousal. Still
she was able to drift in the sea of lust in her mind and keep
her orgasm away. Even as she did so, she was amazed at how
long it was taking her to orgasm. She drifted on, highly
excited, but more than willing to wait.
The women at the table next to them had stopped making
any pretense of minding their own business and were now
openly staring and swallowing hard.
Renee interrupted their staring. "You find public,
Lesbian sex exciting? No?"
They both blushed and tried to look away, caught.
"She is a hot bitch, is she not?" Still they tried not
to answer, to acknowledge their arousal at the public
display. Renee was patient.
"She has such gorgeous tits, do you not agree?"
"Yes, they're spectacular," one of them finally
answered. Renee continued.
"She is very hot now and would love to have her tits
rubbed to add to her pleasure. Perhaps you both......" She
left it hanging in the air.
Heather heard this conversation, as if from a distance,
and in her mind, she was almost willing the two women to come
over and rub her chest. Her nipples were little points of
fire and the pressure of her tight top against her very
swollen tits was adding greatly to the tension. The
firestorm of orgasm seemed a little closer now. She moved
away and found it harder in her mind to make progress. The
orgasm was overtaking her, very, very slowly.
One of the women rose from her chair and sat in the
booth on one side of Heather, nervous at being so bold. Her
friend still hesitated.
The woman nearest Heather moved over next to her in the
booth, looking around and back at her companion. She was
excited by what was going on, but very nervous. Monique's
very matter-a-fact approach to Heather's public sex
activities had enabled her to overcome only her initial
hesitation, but now that she was here next to Heather, her
other inhibitions were falling fast.
"I'm Evelyn, honey. God, you are so hot. What
the....?" The waitress under the table had reached over and
begun to stroke the inside of her thigh. She had not
realized there was someone under the table and almost jumped
out of her skin.
"Well, that explains a lot." The hand rubbed higher.
She hadn't planned on this. Her friend was looking at her,
still too nervous to come over and join in. The fingers were
just below her pussy and stroking the very sensitive nerves
just below the joint of her upper thigh and crotch. Evelyn
suddenly realized her underwear was soaked in anticipation.
In seconds she would be finger fucked for the first time in
public and she was practically cumming from the thought.
Without even realizing it, her legs spread open and her pussy
was now open for the taking.
"Rub my tits." Heather whispered in a horse, but soft
whisper.
"What? oh, oh..." The fingernails drifted over her
tender pussy lips through her slacks and panties. Sparks
raced across her belly and Evelyn's breathing caught.
Heather's comments finally sank in. She turned and
closed her eyes for a second to catch her breath and then,
almost as if it belonged to someone else, Evelyn saw her left
hand rise up and begin to stroke Heather's left breast. It
was remarkably firm and the nipple was a hard, long pencil
against the palm of her hand. She squeezed and tugged on the
swollen areola and Heather moved her head onto Evelyn's
shoulder and moaned.
The wandering hand under the able was now pulling on the
zipper on her hip and Evelyn realized the woman under the
table wanted to grope her under her panties. "In for an
ounce, in for a pound, " she muttered to herself as she
reached down and unsnapped the catch at the waist band, then
pulled the zipper down her hip. In a couple of quick
wiggles, her slacks were down around her knees and suddenly a
finger was under her panties and sliding along the slippery
lips of her swollen labia. Evelyn moaned to herself and her
partner stared in astonishment.
Monique grinned to herself and continued her story.
"I was eleven by now. Amber continued to allow me to
watch various sexual encounters, but no one was allowed to
touch me and I was never allowed to participate. For my
birthday, she took me to a very exclusive shop on the left
bank and in the back, the owner fitted me with a heavy solid
gold chain for my waist. It was too big and kept falling
down. Amber told me that I would be ready to take a man when
I could wear the chain all day and never have it fall down.
Each day, I would take it out of the small box and put it
around me and walk around the room, but in a few steps, it
would fall to the floor. I was discouraged by this but
Monique told me not to worry. My hips would come soon
enough."
"I had noticed that Amber would slip away on many
evenings and I knew she took a lover then, but she never let
me watch or tell me who it might be. I spent many hours
trying to guess who it might be from all the visitors to the
parties, but my guesses were never responded to. Then, on my
twelfth birthday, I noticed that the chain would stay up if I
walked slowly around, but one quick stride it fell again. I
was very excited and told Amber this and she smiled and said
my change into a woman was beginning. I should be patient.
It was hard."
"Then, a month later, she took me to her side during a
party and told me she was to meet her lover that night. Did
I want to watch, I was asked. Yes, most certainly."
"A bit later, she slipped away and beckoned me to follow
her and I did, to a bedroom in the far wing of the house, a
room I'd never been in before."
" This is my private place in your home.' Amber said.
"I keep some things here and sometimes meet my lover in this
place. We are here first, I see. She will be along
shortly.'"
"I was surprised her lover was a woman, since she seemed
to get so much enjoyment out of seeing the cocks of men in
women's cunts, but I said nothing as we waited."
"Moments later, the door opened and I was surprised to
see the wife of one of my father's friends appear. She was
also just as surprised to see me and hesitated."
Evelyn tried to concentrate on the low, sexy timbre of
Monique's voice as it faded in and out. It was impossible to
keep her mind away from the tightness building in her belly
and she repeatedly lost focus. A finger had now penetrated
into Evelyn's slipper vagina and her hips bucked and drove
the finger deeper. She knew already she would have an orgasm
and the realization of what and where she was doing this got
her even more excited. She was breathing hard and giving
little gasps into the top of Heather's head as her arousal
grew. Her fingers stoked and twisted Heather's nipple again
and again.
Heather found the sea of warm lust she was floating in
getting more and more turbulent. A firestorm of heat was
surging through her nerves and she knew when the storm broke,
it would carry her with it.
" My protegee will participate with us tonight, my
darling. Come, let me dress you. I cannot wait for you to
take me. Do not keep me waiting.'"
"Her words ended any hesitation that Clara, her lover,
might have felt. They came together and kissed a long time
in the center of the room. The sight of their tongues
plunging in and out and dancing like snakes in heat was
extremely stimulating to me. Then, Clara sat down and Amber
lovingly took down her hair, removed her many skirts,
stockings and dress. Now naked, I could see that Clara had a
long waist, slim hips and small breasts with black nipples.
Her hair, even down, was very short for the time. Amber led
her over to the dressing table and began to brush the hair
back, adding oil and making it shine. With a few pins to
gather in the longest strands, she now had her hair brushed
far back, tight against her head. Amber removed a soft,
black leather corset from a dresser and began to lace her
into it, her small breasts being savagely pushed up and out,
making them look so much larger. Her hips were now greatly
emphasized as well. A garter belt was added of black lace.
Then, very carefully, Amber rolled black stockings up Carla's
legs, taking time to feather and fondle Carla's pussy and
thighs as she carefully straightened each seam. Clipping
them to the garter belt, she slipped Carla's feet into very
tall high heels and then stood back."
" Monique will assist you with the rest.'" She said.
"I did not know what she meant. Carla took my hand."
" Have you handled a dildo before, child?'" She asked.
"I told her I'd seen them used, but never touched one."
" Tonight, your mistress will feel my strap on dildo
deep inside her. Assist me.'"
"She reached inside a drawer and took out a very smooth,
leather device. She showed me where the straps went and I
helped to fasten it around her legs, waist and rear. Two
very smooth straps went between her legs and she showed me
how to guide them just outside the folds of her labia. It
was the first time I had touched another woman there and was
surprised to find that Carla was very wet from her
excitement. I told her so."
" Your mistress is a most exciting lover, and I yearn
for and anticipate her cries of pleasure. Come, attached the
cock and we will attend to your Amber's needs.'"
"With that, she withdrew an enormous rubber cock, surely
too big for Monique to take in, and I gasped in
astonishment.'"
" Fear not, child. She has taken it before and loves
the way it fills her to excess. Attach it here, like so.'"
"And it slid into place in the pocket for its end and
now was almost a part of her. The leather pouch had raised
bumps on the back to rub her clitoris. She now turned, the
black dong sticking out and bending over, bouncing and
whipping around as she moved, just like a man. I suddenly
realized she would enjoy herself as the man in this match,
not the woman."
"She undressed Amber and for the first time I saw her
naked. She had a body of quite magnificent beauty, each
element more perfect than the last. Naked in front of me,
she invited me to touch her, explore her charms. Her tall,
firm breasts and hard nipples burned my exploring hands and
her tight waist and very hairy pussy were almost inviting me
to explore further. Amber was sighing as I pulled and
tickled her form. She was as wet as Carla."
"In a short while, Amber was dressed much as Carla, but
in white. Her amble bosom spilled out of the top of the
corset, pushing her breasts up and out even further, making
the turgid nipples erect in the cooler air of the bedroom."
"Carla spoke. Now, my darling, my manhood will make you
cry for joy. Spread your legs to receive me.'"
"Her tone was harsh and commanding, but her voice was
full of love and tender devotion. Amber leaned over the bed
and Carla approached from the rear. She moved me around so I
could watch. Ever so slowly, she pressed the bulbous head of
the black dong against the glistening slit and more and move
of it disappeared as it was rubbed up and down. Then, it
lodged in the entrance and Carla began to buck her hips
gently. She reached over and placed my hand on the shaft and
I could feel the tremors from Amber's clenching pussy grip
the head over and over as the thick member slowly worked its
way into her now tightly stretched hole. Amber was moaning
and begging for relief, but Carla continued. And then, with
a soft pop, the head was in and Amber squealed with delight
as she bucked. Her hips began to thrash from side to side.
The large head had her pussy entrance stretched to the
utmost, but Amber was enjoying the sensation, not feeling
pain."
"Carla began to speak to her softly. She asked Amber if
she wanted more and Amber gasped and begged to be fucked.
Carla placed her hands higher on Ambers rounded hips and
began to work the shaft inside. Amber's legs were shaking,
but my hand held the shaft tight and soon, my thumb was up
tight against the wet lips of her pussy. Carla stopped.
Amber continued to cry out softly and moaned in delight as
Carla began to work the tool in circles, the long shaft and
large head stretching and moving deep inside her."
" Child, she can take more. Help push me inside. She
has the tightest pussy in the world, but my cock will show
her a good time.' Carla urged me on."
"I moved around to the bed and Amber looked at me with
half closed eyes, her face filled with pleasure and lust.
Yes, push it in. More. Fuck me child. Do not be afraid.
It is want I want and must have.'"
"Calmed and excited to be participating in giving
pleasure to my lusty teacher, I moved behind Carla and placed
my mons against the straps of the dildo in the rear and
together, we began to push the shaft inside."
"Many minutes it took, Carla being very, very careful to
proceed slowly and let Amber absorb the stretching, but she
did at last bury the enormous shaft and my fingers were now
trapped between the firm but soft flesh of Ambers ass and the
hip bones of Carla's steadily pumping hips. Amber's cries
were becoming louder and louder and my own excitement grew as
the hard leather pressed against my tender bud and my own
orgasm approached."
A tremor shook Heather and then another. In her
mind, her own orgasm was a storm about to overwhelm her. She
tried to push further out in the warm pond, but the tide in
her mind was beginning to pull her back. She tried to focus
on the story, but the tongue lashing her fully extended clit
and Evelyn's hand now twisting her nipple was becoming too
much to ignore and she began to turn in to the tension of her
body.
Monique could see that Heather was very close. She
continued.
"I began to buck and thrust against the firm rear of
Carla and her hard straps, and soon felt the tension grow and
I came. It was my first orgasm with partners and it was so
different from my own masturbation. Strong, and very long.
My body was singing with pleasure."
"Carla continued to plunge the hard shaft in and out and
after I came, Carla pulled me around, kissed me on the lips
and told me to suck on Amber's nipples. I eagerly climbed on
the bed and slipped under the waterfall of Amber's long,
hanging hair and, placing my face under her very full,
hanging breasts, began to suck on one, then the other. Her
hair was a nice sensation on my belly as I sucked and soon, I
felt Amber begin to tremble and then she came in a mighty,
bed shaking orgasm. Small cries escaped from the back of her
throat as she came again and again. I looked back and saw
the black shaft plunging into her dripping pussy over and
over, the glistening lubrication flowing down her legs. I
heard Carla cry out as well and join her in finishing, her
thrusts becoming very spasmodic and quick, some long and some
very short and fast. Amber came yet again from the new
erratic pattern of thrusts. And then she lowered her head to
my own young pussy and her long tongue snaked out and licked
my tender hard clitoris."
Heather suddenly felt the undertow take her breath away
and her eyes closed to slits and she exploded in an orgasm
that lasted for many minutes. It was unlike anything she had
ever experienced. So overwhelming strong, but lasting for
ages. It was a bliss almost two powerful to enjoy, but so
pleasurable, she wanted it to go on forever. Forever. Make
it last forever.
At last she began to regain her breath and opened her
eyes. The tongue between her legs was gone. As her vision
cleared, she saw the waitress emerge from under the table, a
contented smile on her face. Evelyn still held her, but at
Monique's signal, she eased out of the booth and returned to
her table, her dinner partner hissing things like, "Are you
completely crazy? God, she was hot! We're all going to get
arrested! Take me home and fuck me. Hurry, my god, I'm
going to explode from watching that. I can't believe it.
Shit. Pay the bill." They threw some bills on the table,
far in excess of the amount owed, and almost ran to the door.
The waitress, still smiling smugly, resumed her
interrupted duties and pocketed the enormous tip Monique
handed her without looking at it.
Monique reached for Heather's hand and they left the
restaurant in silence.
In the car, Heather struggled to find some way to resume
a conversation, not an easy thing to do after you've been
publicly fucked while your companion tells you strange erotic
stories as though it were a walk in the park.
"What happened? After the last story?"
Monique smiled. "It was a year of young lust and
education with many young and old women in Amber's bed. And
then, one day, she called me to her side. She told me it was
time
to give me the gift that would ensure I would always be able
to control people and guide their lusts to my own ends. It
would give me a body capable of intense pleasure. It was the
moment she had trained me for and waited for. She asked if I
was ready to receive her gift. If I was afraid. I told her
I was ready and not afraid. And I wasn't, no matter how
strange it seemed."
"She stood and undressed me. Then, she tilted my head
back, further and further, gently, stroking my neck and then
she began to kiss me, her tongue probing the inside of my
mouth. The flat of her right hand ran down my belly and
pressed on my mons and two fingers began to enter me. Her
tongue went further and further into my mouth and then,
strangely, I relaxed and opened my throat and the tongue slid
deep into my throat like a squirming cock. The fingers
between my legs slid deep inside and she now controlled my
body. I was floating on the sensations of her fluttering
fingers and the strange but erotic feeling of a tongue
wiggling in my throat. I relaxed and found a wave of
electricity begin to flow between the tip of the tongue and
the finger tips below. I began to tremble. The flow got
stronger and stronger and then a black cloud entered my mind
and I knew something had taken possession of me. A force. A
power. We stood for a long time like this as the power grew
and grew. And then, she withdrew and released me. The
shapeless power in my mind remained."
"I almost fainted. She guided me to the bed and began
to dress me."
" You now have the power. You will soon find it will
change you and make you a voluptuous, beautiful woman with
irresistible charms and powers to sense peoples secret lusts
and desires and control them, releasing these things in
others to their delight and your pleasure. They will have no
choice. Guard it jealously, but share it with only others
who are worthy, as I have tonight. You give it the way I
gave it to you just now. It will flow from you to the other
as it did just now. It is the greatest gift you will every
have to give. And the greatest curse.'"
" A curse?' I said. Yes, you will soon become a
voluptuary, as I am, living every minute for physical and
sexual pleasure. Giving and receiving. It will consume you.
And give you great joy. But there is no escape. Once given,
you cannot be rid of it. You, child, your spirit was already
strong when we first met and I knew you were one with whom it
should be shared. You will make the most of it and live a
life of beautiful pleasure and endless lust.' She stood then
and lifted me up."
" In one year, I will depart. In that year, you will
feel the power and learn to use it. I will guide you. Now,
you must rest. Your body will already start to change under
the influence of the spirit now inside you.'"
"She took me to my bed and I lay down and was instantly
asleep. In the days that followed, my bosom exploded and my
hips swelled and my hair became thick and full and rich and
my spindly body quickly changed into a perfect form. Every
nerve in my body became enormously heightened and I felt
pleasure from so many things that I never felt before.
Clothing on my skin. My hair on my back. The wind on my
bare nipples in the predawn light as I stood in the window,
unseen from below. They grew hard and tight and I could
orgasm just from the fingers of wind touching and pulling on
them."
"Amber taught me to play games with men and women and I
grew to lust after a cock in my pussy or a tongue in my twat
equally. I learned to guide people to release their own
hidden lusts and in a way that enabled me to share in the
pleasure. Such as tonight. Since that night so long ago, I
live my life only to gain physical pleasure."
Heather was silent. A strange story. Yet. She too
could orgasm from the wind on her breasts and pussy. And had
on many evenings alone at the beach, standing naked at the
railing of the beach house and having the night air flow off
the ocean over her and, if the wind was strong enough, feel
the tension build in her belly, and the blood rush to her
tight breasts, and her exceptionally long nipples sting with
cold. And then she would have these electrical orgasms,
surging like fire over her skin.
But, other than the strange, pre-adolescent sexual
relationship with Amber, it could be the physical story of
any young girl entering puberty and finding so much changing
in her body and mind.
They reached her apartment. Monique turned off the car
and turned in her seat.
"Heather, I have never shared the power with anyone. I
only met one other woman who I desired to share it with, and
she refused it."
"Traci." Heather thought.
"Yes." Monique answered. Heather realized she had
spoken her thought out loud.
"I am not an evil person. But Traci somehow came to
view who I am and what I am as something to fear. And there
were other things. She left me. I was heartbroken."
"I wonder if Traci ever knew Monique felt this way?"
Heather really did think to herself this time.
"Tonight, I want to share the gift with you. And
someday, you can share it with Traci when she is ready."
Heather was surprised to say the least. "What? We only
just met! I mean. But, you say you're possessed. I mean.
I don't know what to say." And was surprised to find she was
fascinated to find out if the power was real. She pushed the
thought away and it returned. "This is nuts. The woman is
crazy." The thought slipped away and a strong desire to
share the power returned.
And Heather whispered, "Yes. Give me the power." She
heard herself say it and fought to regain control.
Monigue reached over and ran her hand behind Heather's
head, filling her fingers with Heather's thick hair. She
began to pull Heather's head back and Heather didn't resist.
She instantly knew what was coming. And knew she should
resist. And couldn't. And knew then that the power was
real.
Monique stroked her neck and reached down and unbuttoned
her skirt and then the flat of her hand moved down Heathers
hard belly under her panty waistband and two long fingers
slid through the thick black hair and inside her still very
wet pussy.
Now kneeling on the seat, Monique leaned over and began
to kiss Heather's already open mouth. And the serpent-like
tongue rolled around in her mouth and then, slid deep in her
throat and the fingers below penetrated and gripped her mons
until Heather felt Monique practically lift her from the seat
by her pubis. And the strange electricity flowed inside her
and the transfer began.
"Oh, God, Traci. Help me. What have I done? To me.
To us?" Her thoughts flitted through her mind. The black
cloud flowed into her mind and the thoughts ceased. The
tongue fluttered like a trapped eel, her body shook
uncontrollably and the orgasm took her.
End Part 28.
To Be Continued...... in Part 29.
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