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Heather 1 (ff)
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Subject: STORY: HEATHER Pt. 1 [F/F]
Date: Thu, 22 Jun 1995 02:43:45 UTC
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.
Introduction to the Heather Series: I started these stories while on
business trips years ago, using a laptop on planes and in the hotel at
night to fill time. I have no real idea why I suddenly started writing
erotic stories, since at the time I had been writing a series of Sherlock
Holmes stories, which are as chaste as you can get. There is quite a bit
of "Heather" and her activities, but I wrote them in several very long
narratives, so I am breaking them down into smaller chunks for the A.S.S.
gang, hopefully choosing logical break points. To my knowledge, they are
primarily [F/F], always consenting, with occasional light bondage, dom, and
lots of good heathy masturbation. Being a guy, I hope I've gotten the sex
reasonable close. If not, any constructive comments should be posted to
alt.sex.stories.d or sent to my id. I will respond. For the women, if you
enjoy these, or could enjoy them more with certain changes, let me know
what I should put in to help you along. Even though I am currently writing
several long stories about a guy named Ted who wanders into a world of mild
S/M and Dom, Heather is never going to turn into a Dominatrix, or become a
serious submissive. Yes, I know I've given Heather a body that borders of
the absurd, but, heck, all these things do exist in nature, so I just
loaded her up to make things interesting. It is a guy's fantasies here. I
hope you women readers will allow for that. And finally, yes, I know you
aren't finding any lectures on safe sex, VD, AID's, etc within the text.
These characters live in a world where those things aren't a problem,
people take baths, showers, and are clean in their habits. We should be so
lucky. So, PRACTICE SAFE SEX! There. Now get out your toys, get your
sticky fingers off the keyboard and mouse, and enjoy... (I hope)
HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES PART 1
BY "RAMAPO"
Well, it wouldn't be long now, Heather thought. She pulled
the towel out
from around her and stood in front of the long mirror on the
wall. To say she was
stunning was an understatement. Long dark hair with a body perm
spilled over
her shoulders and half way down her back. Thick and full, as it
brushed her skin,
she could feel her arousal starting just from its feel on her
back.
She had one of those body types that some would argue was
too skinny,
but slight was a better word. Her thinness did all the more to
show off her very
large, full breasts. High breasted, with nipples that stood out
even when not
aroused, tonight, they were beginning to extend at the mere
thought of Janet
coming over for the night. Her breasts were even more remarkable
in that there
was still not the slightest hint of sag, in spite of their size.
Usually she dressed to
tone down her shape, but tonight, she wanted Janet to notice her
shape.
She scanned down over a flat, hard belly to the dark, thick
pubic hair that
covered her cunt. It lay in a mat and she idly ran her fingers
through it to pull it
out to it's fullest. It was as thick as her hair and continued
between her legs and
when she walked without panties on, she could feel it brush
between her legs
and it always excited her.
God, everything excited her. Since she was fifteen years
old, she found
out that practically anything touching her skin was enough arouse
her. The first
time she had an orgasm was walking to high school with her first
pair of
pantyhose on. The friction between her legs as she walked on
that cold winter
day set her clit tingling. It rose, as it always did, and tried
to poke out between
her cunt lips but was stopped by the nylon fabric. Already wet,
it rubbed gently
against the fabric, giving her what felt like tiny electric
shocks each time a leg
swung forward. At the end of three blocks, she was breathing
hard and could
feel her nipples tight against the bra strapping down her now
swollen breasts. In
the middle of the street, it hit her and she almost passed out as
the orgasm
started between her legs and passed up her body. She grabbed the
light pole on
the opposite side just in time as a second orgasm ripped through
her, more
powerful than the first. Out of breath, she let her head clear
and realized what
had just happened. And frankly loved it. By the time she got to
school, she had
three more and had to go to the girls room to dry herself.
From that moment on, she had found that many things could
bring her to
orgasm. She experimented over every part of her body and spent
many a night
in her room while studying, rubbing this or that to see what
effect it had. One
night, as she wrote out a homework assignment, her thumb and
index finger on
the other hand had idly slipped inside her blouse and began
rubbing her nipple.
Her nipples always felt as though they were connected to her clit
with an electric
wire. A couple of good squeezes and she got wet. A few more and
her clit
extended. A few more and she was breathing hard and within a
minute, she
came. That night, she wasn't really aware that she was feeling
herself up until
she stopped writing for a moment and realized she was hot and
getting more
worked up by the moment. As her fingers tightened on her tit,
the sparks began
to fly and she began to grunt slightly as the waves of pleasure
began to hit her
full force. A moment later her back straightened and then curved
back and she
pulled the blouse from her shoulders to expose her breasts to the
coolness of the
room. The other nipple hardened immediately and she traded hands
and began
pulling on both of the nipples, teasing them up to even greater
lengths. This
night they never stood any taller and were extended almost two
inches, like small
penises. She pulled them straight out and twisted them back and
forth. It hit like
a wave and passed through her cunt and belly. She slumped
forward on the
desk. As usual, the next day she got an A on the test. It
never hurts to be
fully relaxed!
Boys, well, they never noticed her much, amazingly. She was
not a good
dresser at this point in her life, not having any sisters for an
example, and never
quite mastered makeup until college when a roommate, Betty, who
was a genus
at it showed her how to select what was right for her and how to
put it on.
Her friend, Betty, was quiet girl from a nice town somewhere
in the mid-west who came to college to find a husband. Basically
a plain person with a nice
face and very slim figure, she was inexperienced, to say the
least. While putting
on makeup, they started talking about boys and sex and soon
Heather realized
that Betty never masturbated. It was amazing to her. They
worked on the
makeup and soon Heather had to admit that the effect was pretty
impressive.
They were having such a good time that she suggested they share
the room that
night, since Heather's roommate had flunked out. Betty was
enthusiastic and
went to get some things. Heather left the makeup on and slipped
on a French
cut nighty that she had bought on a bet before she left home. It
lifted her already
jutting breasts even more and held them on a platform of sensuous
lace. The
nipples were just barely covered and were pushing at the
material. Heather
could feel her breath tighten as the door opened and Betty came
back in.
She stood looking at Heather and said "God, you're
beautiful."
Heather blushed at the compliment and went over to lock the
door. Betty
couldn't take her eyes off her.
A bottle of wine appeared and they began to take up where
they had left
off, talking about boys and sex. Particularly about sex. Betty
changed into a two
piece nighty with a G-string bottom. Her slight figure had
trouble filling the top.
Her bottom was tight and when she leaned over to pick up her
clothes, a
pink asshole presented itself to Heather, who had a sudden urge
to lick it. She
had never touched another girl there, but the urge was strong and
surprised her.
Betty kept looking at Heather's breasts and finally said.
"You've got the
best boobs I've ever seen. The nipples are so red and long. The
guys must be
all over you on dates." She wet her lips as she said this.
"I rarely date. Most guys never notice me. I have trouble
getting their
attention and keep to myself pretty much." And beside, she
thought, it's always
the girls who get me hot and bothered anyway. I guess I'm bi,
maybe even a
lesbian. The thought wasn't disturbing to her. She just
accepted that it was who
she was. Her Mom and Dad had never said anything to her, other
than she
ought to get out more. She wondered if they knew. Of course
they knew.
Parents are either completely blind, or they don't miss a trick.
Her's never
missed anything, as she knew. Yes, they knew. God, Betty's ass
looks good in
that outfit.
The wine was disappearing and now Heather suddenly said. "I
can't
believe you've never masturbated."
"It's always scared me. I get all hot and started feeling
like I need to make
noises and then I get afraid that someone will hear and I just
lay there until the
feeling goes away. I just think about something else." Her eyes
were on
Heather's bushy cunt.
"Well, we're here alone and everyone else on the floor all
around me
either flunked out or is home for the weekend. Want to give it a
try, I mean, just
between friends? You can moan all you want!"
She moved over to Betty and sat next to her on the bunk.
Betty just
looked at her and finally her eyes fell to Heather's breasts.
"You can touch them if you want." Heather said softly.
Betty looked up, startled. "I.."
"It's OK. I've watched you looking at them all night. I
wanted you to. You
don't think its weird or anything to want to touch other people,
do you? I certainly
don't think it's wrong to get hot for someone once in a while."
Betty drank her wine, her eyes on Heathers protruding
nipples, finally
putting it down. "Would you show me how you masturbate?"
Heather was already doing it. A finger was slowly moving
over her nipple,
teasing it. It already was up three quarters of an inch and
rising. Betty stared,
her eyes round with amazement. A gently squeeze and pull and it
was out past
an inch.
"God, that's beautiful, and amazing. Mine are so small."
She breathed,
her eyes hard on the tit.
She moved a little closer and Heather began to stroke
Betty's hair with her
free hand. The nipple stretched further and poked out past the
finger and thumb
that were rolling it back and forth slowly. Her breathing was
deepening and her
lips were open. Her eyes were closing has the sensations washed
over her.
Betty moved her head down a little closer and Heather moved her
head back and
moaned softly.
Betty said, "I want to touch it."
A hand moved up slowly and touched the tip of the still
extending nipple.
Now almost full length, it extended almost two inches. Heather
shivered and
moaned again. Betty looked in her face and stroked the tip of
the nipple again.
Heather sighed and her hand began to move down Betty's neck and
across the
shoulder, brushing the nighty strap off the shoulder. Betty's
skin felt hot and her
own small pink nipples hardened like pebbles. Heather's fingers
traced the
outline of her shoulder and the nighty fell away, exposing a
small breast the size
of a half orange with a turgid nipple. Her finger went lower and
Betty shuddered
and closed her eyes. At the touch of the first finger nail, she
groaned and the
finger tightened around the nipple and she felt an almost
electric spark between
her legs. The fingers were rolling the nipple back and forth and
pulling on it
gently. Betty always stopped at this point when she did this to
herself, so from
this point on, she was in uncharted territory. Her body was
talking a language of
pleasure she had never experienced and she felt herself sliding
down into a
warm pool of tingles and fire. So this is lust, she thought.
In spite of the massive reaction her body was having to this
excitement,
she continued to touch Heather's nipple and finally reached over
and began to
stroke the other breast, bringing it's nipple to life with her
fingers. It seemed so
natural as she leaned over and took the now long nipple into her
mouth and ran
her tongue over it. It extended right out into the top of her
mouth and she felt a
wave of heat in her mouth. Her own nipples were hard and now
Heather was
beginning the pant.
"I'm going to come. Oh, God, that's good. Oh, Oh, Ungh,
Unch,
Unnnnnnnnnnnn." She started to shake and came hard. Betty
pulled her head
away and watched. Her own body was shaking and Heather's hand
pulled away
as she came. Betty had never heard of anyone being able to come
simply from
having their nipples sucked and she was surprised and very, very
excited by it.
Heather put her head down and said, "Let's do you, babe."
And starting
sucking on Betty's tit. Betty groaned and groaned.
"Shit. Crap. Oh, shit. Suck it. Oh, suck it."
She was on fire. Heather pushed her on her back and kept
sucking,
moving from one tit to the other. Her own excitement grew again.
Betty began
tossing her hips and moving her head from side to side. Heather
slipped a finger
under Betty's G-string and began to stroke the pubic hair. The
smell of hot cunt
filled the room and Betty began to cry out. A finger slipped
inside the inner fold
and found the turgid clit. As soon as it brushed by, Betty
arched up off the bed
and came, groaning loudly and grunting as the waves of pleasure
gripped her
stomach and interrupted her breathing. Heather slipped a finger
inside her own
cunt and came again as well.
They lay in each other's arms for a long time and finally
Betty said. "So
that's what an orgasm feels like. I've wanted it for a long
time. But I always
assumed it would be with a boy."
"Are you disappointed?"
"I don't think so. It felt great. Really great."
Her hand was slowing tracing Heather's breasts again and she
closed her
eyes, feeling the long nipple come up in her hand. "You get so
long. Isn't that
uncomfortable?"
"Sometimes, but other times, I cut holes in my bra and let
them rub on a
particularly sexy fabric and it feels wonderful."
They stood up. Heather had another surprise for Betty. "If
you think they
get long, you should see my clit. I could probably fuck you with
it if we tried hard
enough!"
Betty sat up. "Let me see."
Heather smiled and sat up. "Sit on the floor."
Betty pulled a throw rug over and put a pillow under her ass
and stared
between Heather's legs. She was wet from her orgasms and the
outer lips were
still swollen, exposing the inner lips.
As Heather began to run her hands lightly around her nipples
and the top
of her cunt, her clitoris began to extend and poke out. Betty
leaned closer. It
came out, finally, almost three quite incredible inches of it.
Heather ran a finger
slowly over it's length and felt a massive orgasm building. She
was having
difficulty breathing or concentrating. "I'm going to come," she
mumbled, groaning
deep in her throat.
"No, wait, I'm going to suck you off." Betty moved
Heather's hand away,
amazed at herself even as she said it. It was true. She felt
she NEEDED to feel
that unusual and erotic member deep in her throat at that moment,
more than
anything she had ever wanted.
She leaned forward and took the tip in her mouth. Heather
jerked and
gasped. Betty leaned further forward and slowly took the length
into her mouth.
The taste of another woman was exciting and she finally had her
nose buried
inside her cunt. She ran her tongue over the length of it and
began to suck.
Heather shuddered and climaxed. Her hips were thrusting off the
bed as she
leaned back and grunted, over and over. The clit grew slightly
more firm and
was poking Betty in the back of the throat. Heather yelled out
as she climaxed
again. A flood of cunt juice was pouring out of Heather and down
Betty's throat.
Finally, with a last gentle lick, she pulled back and licked her
lips. She had just
gone down on another woman and found the experience delightful.
Even as she
thought it, she was amazed at herself the more.
Heather fell back on the bed and whispered, "I have to
rest."
Betty stroked her own small clitoris and within seconds, her
back started
to arch and she came, her butt bouncing off the floor and she
ended up on her
side, breathless.
They lay like that a long time and finally, Heather reached
down and
offered her some more wine. They sat and stoked each other for a
while and
suddenly Betty said. "Fuck me with it. It certainly is long
enough. Let's try." Heather said, "I've never done that, I
mean with anybody."
"We can figure it out. Sit up with your legs apart and your
knees up."
Betty swung around and stuck her legs past Heather's sides and
inched forward.
Heather's wonderful breasts pushed against the inside of her
thighs and as Betty
moved forward, their wet pussies slowly pushed together. Both
were still swollen
and slick from the night's earlier activities and suddenly, the
lips were sliding over
each other. Betty's cunt was low between her legs and Heather's
was high,
almost in front of her. They fit together as Betty leaned back
on her elbows and
Heather began to lift her butt up and down. The lips continued
to slide over each
other and fresh cum began to flow from both of them. Suddenly,
Betty felt
something hard between her lips and it kept growing.
"That's it. That's it. It's growing. Fuck me, Heather,
with your wonderful
clit. Oh, it's so long." It was now up in her good, a slim
penis. Heather's hips
were moving with a life of their own and her head was back again.
Their cunts pushed together and suddenly, Betty bucked too
hard and the
clit pulled free and ran back into her ass crack and poked at her
sphincter. She shuddered and trembled. It was so wet back
there that Heather felt
no discomfort, just an even stronger need to thrust.
"Oh, shit, babe, you give good pussy. Oh, fuck it, fuck
it."
Betty pushed forward again and the clit slipped back inside.
She pulled
back and it slid up her crack again. Back and forth, back and
forth, from the
bottom of her pussy to her asshole. Her own hips were lunging
and twisting.
On one of the stokes, they got out of sync and suddenly, the
narrow, long
clit slid up inside Betty's ass.
Her eyes popped open and she gasped. "I don't think...
"
But Heather was beyond listening or caring. "Oh, god, you
are so tight,
I'm coming......"
Heather's butt was banging away relentlessly on Betty's and
the clit was
reaming out her tight asshole. Betty struggled to gain some
clearance and even
felt another orgasm building in spite of the surprise sensations.
Or maybe
because of them? All she knew was that her clit was on fire and
the friction on
her pussy and the deep probing of her ass was getting her hotter
than she had
ever experienced. Her ass tightened even more and she came with
Heather,
both crying out loudly. After cleaning up a bit, they hugged and
stroked each
other long into the night, finally, forming a sixty-nine and
giving each other
several more powerful orgasms before they drifted off to sleep.
They never made love again after that night of excess, but
did share
stories. Betty found a great guy and drifted off into another
social world.
Heather's thoughts turned back to Janet, who would be along
soon. She
was already wet with anticipation.
(To be continued.....)
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