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Thank you for your consideration. ---------------------------------------------------------- Heather (Mf, Fm, Ff, orgy, anal) by Aameal (aameal@aol.com) *** This is a remake of a story I downloaded a while ago in which a couple arrives home early surprising their babysitter and her boyfriend. In the original (I don't recall who the author was) the boyfriend runs off and the sitter pleads with the couple not to tell her parents promising to do "anything" with predictable and exciting results. This version has a different twist. We came home early, that night. The party was not very exciting, so we made excuses and left before 10, even though we didn't expect to be home until after midnight. Although we made a normal amount of noise driving up to the house and walking in, neither Heather nor her boyfriend, lying on the couch in a passionate embrace, seemed to notice as we entered the living room. We hesitated. Then you placed a finger on your lips, motioning me to be quiet; and we both relaxed, leaning quietly against the doorframe, enjoying the entertainment. Both Heather and her companion (who was unknown to us) were fully clothed, but the young man was trying to correct the situation. He slipped his hand inside her blouse, which was already half unbuttoned; she moaned softly, but slowly, reluctantly, pulled his hand away. He slowly reached in again, undoing one more button; even more slowly, she removed his hand again. Like a stuck record, the identical motions were repeated over and over. It was not difficult to understand the young man's fascination with what was under Heather's blouse. When she had arrived, it was obvious that she was not wearing a bra; her large, firm breasts stood out proudly from her magnificent 17-year-old body. I suppose I stared, but she didn't seem to mind. As we walked out to the car, you laughingly told me that I could stop drooling. And now, as if in a projection of my fantasy, those luscious young tits were being stroked and fondled. Suddenly, the boy seemed to tire of the game, and sat up on the couch in a huff, still looking away from us. Heather, suddenly concerned, pressed up against him, her breasts nearly overflowing her blouse, now almost fully open. At first, he would not be consoled; then he relented, and began to kiss her. How long would it be before he tried again, I wondered, but the youth had decided to try a different tactic; as he held her with one arm, he began to unsnap and unzip his jeans with his free hand. With remarkable dexterity, and without relinquishing the kiss, he opened his fly and pulled his jeans down just a little. Just a little--but enough. The sexual teasing that he had been subjected to, had given him an enormous erection, which sprung free impressing both of us. Still without breaking the kiss, he took Heather's hand and wrapped it softly around his cock. After a few moments, she withdrew her hand; then, she slowly broke the kiss and gazed down, dreamlike, at his erection. Slowly, on her own, she reached for it, stroked it lovingly, caressed its length with hypnotic fascination. Heather's friend moaned softly; and slowly, gently, but inexorably, began to push her head toward his lap. We exchanged excited glances; it was obvious what he wanted. We nearly gasped out loud as Heather began to lovingly kiss the side of kiss cock, as he moaned in sudden pleasure. She began to lick the length of his cock with long strokes, obviously aware of--and enjoying--the effect she was having on her partner. Her red tongue danced slowly up and down his swollen prick, teasing him, unleashing his passion. Suddenly, boldly, she encircled the head of his cock with her moist, full lips. The magnitude of the unexpected pleasure seemed to be too much for her friend to bear; holding her head down on him, he thrust wildly with his hips, driving his shaft deep into her mouth. Not surprisingly, she gagged. At the same time, we gasped and they heard us. Instantly, pandemonium reigned. Our living room, calm and sedate only a moment earlier, was transformed into a three-ring circus in the blink of an eye. The boy, a bright shade of crimson, was grabbing at his pants, trying to stuff his wilting hard-on back in, running for the door at the same time, stumbling and tripping as he run, cursing. He would have made it if you hadn't grabbed him. "Whoa," you smiled, shoving him into a chair, his pants still unbuckled, his dick, now soft but still significant, poking out of his white underwear. Heather was covering her face with her hands; then, crying unintelligibly, she began to dash around the room aimlessly. Except for your quick movement, I guess we didn't know exactly how to react. On the one hand, we were trying to reassure them both, to tell them that everything was OK. But we were both trying with only moderate success to hold back our own excitement, not wanting them to feel any more humiliated than they obviously were. The boy was in the chair, shaking and Heather was on her knees in front of me, sobbing and begging. "PLEASE don't tell my mother," she said frantically. "Oh God, and don't tell my father he'd KILL me I won't do it again I didn't mean it please, PLEASE don't tell anybody, I'll do ANYTHING, just don't tell them. I'll do ANYTHING!" With obvious effort, she stopped sobbing, and began to regain a glimmer of her composure. Hesitantly, she raised her face and looked up at me. I was standing there with my mouth open, caught in mid-thought. I was trying to say, don't be ridiculous, of COURSE we're not going to tell anybody, now calm down, and for God's sake get up off the floor, you have nothing to apologize for...but that's when I realized that she had said "I'll do ANYTHING!" "Anything?" I thought. Hmmm. As if she was reading my mind, she repeated, more softly. "Please, don't tell. They'll KILL me. Please. I'll do ANYTHING. Please." Her eyes glistened with drying tears as she looked up at me pleadingly. Getting no reaction from me, she turned her head to look at you; but your eyes were locked with mine. As she gazed hopefully at you, she must have been surprised to hear the sound of my zipper being quickly lowered. As if in disbelief, she turned her head slowly back towards me; then gasped when she saw my cock hanging just inches from her face. "Well," I said, "for a start, you could suck me off." Her eyes, wide in astonishment, never left my semi-erect and rapidly growing prick. "It looked to me like you were beginning to enjoy yourself with your friend, and I'd be happy to continue your lessons!" For a long moment, I couldn't tell what she was going to do; then, as if in a dream, she leaned forward and circled the head of my cock with her luscious young lips. From behind her, I was dimly aware that you gasped as my prick slid into her mouth. She began to suck on my shaft, gingerly, tentatively. You stood next to me. "He likes for you to lick it, not just to suck it," you informed her. I could hear, or maybe feel, Heather as she moaned softly. "Now," you said, like a patient instructor, "lick the underside of his cock. Right down the ridge. All the way to his balls. Let me show you." With that you turned to the chair. The boy, whose name we later learned was Pete, was still sitting there. While he had barely moved, his pants had as his cock, responding to the blowjob Heather was giving me, began to revive. You knelt in front of him and pushed his jeans past his hips, lowering your mouth to his strong young dick. You began to lick, following your own instructions to the letter, starting at the tip and then kissing your way down his shaft until you were at his balls. You sucked one then the other into hungry mouth, turned on by his moans. Then you reversed course, swallowing the head of his swollen prick. An apt pupil, Heather followed your instructions with increasing eagerness. As she reached my balls, she gently lifted them, caressing them in her hand. She turned to watch you as you moved back down Pete's hard dick to his balls and then past them, your tongue inching towards his asshole. It was almost more than Pete could take and, when Heather imitated you, almost more than I could take. She was, of course, already driving me crazy. I grabbed her head and added my urgency to her rhythm, sticking my cock deep into her mouth, fucking her mouth as if it were a warm, wet pussy. You went back to Pete to feel him do the same. "That's so beautiful," you said lifting your mouth from Pete's throbbing dick. "God I love to watch you fuck her mouth. You're about to cum, aren't you," you added knowingly. "Now listen, Heather," you implored, "try to swallow all of his cum. See if you can suck him dry. Drive him crazy." From my viewpoint, as I watched Heather lick and suck me, I could see most of her tits, barely covered by her mostly-opened blouse. Even as she was sucking me, I had the presence of mind to continue what Pete had started and open the one remaining button. Released from their bondage, Heather's tits were large and ripe, thrusting up, nipples hard with excitement, bouncing and swaying erotically as she moved. I cupped one breast in each hand, kneading her firm flesh, teasing her enlarged nipples as I felt my cum rush through my cock. "Oh shit, I'm going to cum," Pete blurted. Quickly you moved to the head of his dick, enclosing it with your lips, just in time as he spurted into your waiting mouth. Heather was almost as fast. Reacting to my groans, she brought her mouth to the tip of my dick, just as I began to erupt. The first shot hit her face. She opened wider to push her lips around my pulsing cock, making sure she didn't miss any more. Despite your admonitions, Heather couldn't handle it all. She tried--I saw her gulp down at least one mouthful--but she was too inexperienced to keep up with my insistent spurts. Finally she backed up and released my throbbing cock; the last few spurts of my cum shot onto her upturned face. Pete fell back in the chair, breaking the last strands of his cum connecting his cock to your mouth. I fell back too, my softening dick slipping from Heather's lips. I could see that she still had a mouthful of cum, and you were quick to notice it too. Pete and I might have been wiped out, but you were still full of energy. With Heather's mouth full; cum continuing to slowly ooze out of the corners of her mouth, you moved quickly to her and put your mouth on hers; and, with your tongue, forced her lips apart, share your load of cum with hers. I could see both of you swallow the remains of my cum and Pete's cum; and long after it was all gone, your tongues still explored each other. As you kissed her, your hands groped for her tits. You were still dressed in a simple skirt and sweater. Heather slipped her hands beneath the top until she found the clasp of your bra. She deftly unhooked it and broke the kiss just long enough to push both the sweater and bra off of you. Her lips found yours again and this time she began to grope for your smaller breasts. I loved your body, but your 34-B cup was no comparison for Heather's 36-C. You had breasts, She had tits. The sight of you two beautiful women kissing each other passionately was incredibly exciting to me -- and to Pete. Even though I had just barely finished cumming, I could feel my cock slowly begin to harden in response to the visual feast. Pete revived even faster. Oh to be 18 again. "Jesus, I'm unbelievably wet," you announced; and, to demonstrate, you stood up and removed your skirt and panties. "Look," you said, spreading your pussy lips wide, and inserting one finger deep inside. Heather, dazed, obediently watched. "Now, it's my turn. Eat me," you demanded of her. "Lick my pussy. I want to feel your warm tongue deep inside my cunt. Suck my clit. I want you to make me cum too." Transfixed, Heather leaned towards you, her head between your legs. I could see her tongue darting between your fingers as you held your pussy open for her and showed her where to lick and suck. You were on your back, Heather on all fours in front of you. You put your hands on the back of her head, pulling her into your cunt. "Take off her jeans," you said. I stood behind her and eased them past her hips, leaving her panties stretched across her ass. "Oh God," you kept saying, "that's wonderful. Eat my fucking cunt you little slut. My God, I'm going to cum!" And, with a short scream, you did. The incredible turn-on of watching two women making it right before my eyes-- possibly the most arousing sight in the world--had caused my prick to become almost entirely stiff once again. I rolled Heather onto her back and moved my hand to the center of her panties. As I felt the wetness, Heather moaned softly. Quickly, I completed undressing her, and spread her legs with her knees bent. The thin line of her young pussy gleamed with moisture; I ran my finger over it lightly, as Heather tensed and moaned. I removed my finger and placed it on her lips. She sucked anxiously, tasting herself. I lowered my head, and began to lick near the tops of her legs. "Oh my God," Heather said softly, "that feels so fucking good!" I paused, momentarily surprised to hear her speak. "Don't stop," she begged eagerly. "PLEASE don't stop!" "What do you want him to do," It was your voice. "More, more, don't stop," you repeated. "Tell him EXACTLY what you want him to do." Catching on quickly, Heather didn't seem to need much urging. "Eat me," she panted. "Make me cum. Please--I want to cum SO BAD! Eat my pussy. Lick my cunt--all over. Suck my fucking cunt. Make me CUM!" With ever-increasing excitement, I eagerly obliged. I slipped my hands under her butt, squeezing her ass tightly. I pulled off her panties and began to explore her wet pussy with my tongue. "Now you." It was your voice again, this time directed at Pete. "Eat my pussy. Make me cum the way she did. Make me cum and you can fuck me." Pete needed little urging. He dropped down between your spread legs and began licking your wet slit. Quickly you began writhing and I knew he was doing exactly as you wished. You twitched and pressed your thighs against his head as the orgasm roar through you. I licked and sucked all over Heather's cunt, and teased her clit as she moaned and writhed. Glancing across, watching Pete bring you off made me press harder. In a surprisingly short time, Heather shrieked and shuddered in a violent climax. It took but a moment for you to recover. Noticing my now fully erect cock, you had a recommendation. "Fuck her," you suggested. "I'll bet that young, tight cunt will drive you crazy." "Oh yes," Heather added, semi-deliriously. "Please fuck me! I want to feel you inside me. I want to feel your cock deep inside my cunt. Please! Fuck my pussy. I'm so wet. I'm so READY!" As if to demonstrate, she reached down to her sopping-wet pussy, and easily inserted two fingers as far as they would go. I spread myself over her, filling my mouth with an ample breast, teasing her cunt lips with the head of my cock. "Stick it IN, stick it IN," she urged. Slowly, I slid my cock into her pussy. It was one of the most incredible feelings that I've ever had--her cunt was so fresh and tight that it felt like a velvet glove, caressing me, squeezing me, lustfully pulling me ever deeper. I knew that I was going to cum quickly; and, sure enough, after a few minutes of ecstasy I unloaded into her snatch just as she shuddered. "What kind of gentleman are you," you demanded mischievously of Pete. "What does a girl have to do to get fucked around here." You pulled Pete on to you and moaned as he shoved his dick into your cunt. What Pete may have lacked in experience and technique, he made up for in size. I would judge his dick to be at least an inch longer than mine although I was a bit thicker. Maybe size does matter. He pounded into you, turning me on again as I watched you get fucked. You had asked for it and he was obliging you. "Yes, yes," you groaned. "Give me all of it. I want it all in my fucking pussy." You threw your legs up trying to get him in deeper. Heather and I watched both of you grunt and groan. We saw Pete's ass clench as he shot his load into you, rushing to meet your overflowing juices. Pete rolled off of you and I could see his white cream oozing from your pussy just as my cum was dripping from Heather's. You may have been fucked, finally, but you weren't done. You repositioned yourself over her face, and before she could turn away lowered your cunt to her mouth so she could clean you. In the same motion, your stretched over her, pressing your face to her freshly fucked snatch, licking my cum from her. Incredibly, the magnificent sight of two beautiful women eating each other's pussies began to make my cock hard yet once more; and by the time you both came, I was stiff as a board. I was never so turned watching your 69. You slurped noisily, rolling onto your side, your arms around Heather's ass, keeping her cunt against your mouth. I was still behind her, watching as your grasped the fleshy cheeks of her ass. My cock responded and I moved closer. Pete, watching me, positioned himself behind you, his revived dick almost touching your thinner but still alluring ass. I bent down to Heather, my lips grazing against her cheeks. She knew immediately what I was going to do. "No," she started to say, but you kept your cunt against her mouth muffling the sound. It helped too that Pete had slipped his cock between your cheeks seeking your asshole, providing still more pressure against her face. I made my move. With one thrust, I shoved my dick into her asshole, an easy target as you pulled her cheeks apart. I was in. If it had hurt her, the pain instantly turned to pleasure as Heather bucked up against me, groaning into your pussy. You were reacting the same way as Pete shoved his cock up your ass. It was incredible. You two women lapping at the mixture of cum and cunt juice in each other's pussy while each getting your ass fucked. Even though I had come twice, I startled myself as I felt yet another shot about to burst. I wasn't surprised to see Pete grimacing as your ass squeezed the hot sticky cum from his overworked prick. You and Heather were eating each other like you hadn't tasted pussy for a year, groaning as your brought each other off yet again. We collapsed in a sweaty satisfied heap. It seemed like ten minutes, but it was and hour later when Heather began to stir. My worn out cock had slipped from her ass, both glistening with the telltale evidence of what we had done. Pete slipped from your ass, his cock glimmering. The light down covering Heather's pussy was wet, sopping with a combination of your saliva and her cum. Your faces, yours and Heather's, glowed with each other's juices. And your cunt, bald because your knew I liked it that way, shimmered. "You, you won't say anything," Heather implored. "No, I don't think so," you said, "but you'd better get home before your parents get worried." "I don't think I should take her," Pete said. "They don't even know I was with her." He began to pick up his clothes and dress. Heather too rose giving me one more chance to look at her magnificent body. Watching her dress was almost as exciting as seeing her nude and I might have reacted if I hadn't just come three times: in her mouth, her pussy and her ass. She saw me watching her and instead of slipping her still moist panties on, flipped them to me. I smiled. She pulled on her jeans and her blouse. You dressed as well, and as briefly, with just your sweater and skirt. "I'll drive her home," you said. "It's just five minutes." I was grateful, and exhausted. I watched the three of you leave and heard two cars start, ours and Pete's True to your word, you were back in just ten minutes. I had managed my way upstairs to the bedroom, gathering the stray clothes, including Heather's musky panties. "Did that turn out okay," I asked when you came into the bedroom. "Yeah," you smiled. "Heather said when she's here next week, she'll invite Greg. She said we might like him. He's bi." I smiled. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 16