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Heather 7 (ff)
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HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES PART 7
BY "RAMAPO"
Heather went back to school four weeks early to take a
make up class. The dorm was empty and her first few
evenings, she stayed in, listened to the radio and read or
studied. Bored by the third night, she went for a stroll
and over by another dorm, heard flute music coming from a
window. Stopping to listen for a while, the music stopped
and a voice from above said, "Hi!"
She looked up
and saw a face three stories above her
looking down from a window.
"Come on up and join the party!"
It only took a few minutes to climb the stairs and
locate the room. There were three girls in the room. A
short, thin girl with long blond hair was holding a flute
and was sipping a glass of wine. A redhead, in a cutoff t-shirt showing off two nice breasts and cuf jeans showing
off an even better ass, handed her a cup with some wine in
it.
"Welcome to the den of the lonely hearts club. I'm
Jean, our musician is Carol and over on the bed half juiced
is Eileen."
"I'm Heather. Nice music. It sounded great from out
on the quad. Music major?"
"No, just a frustrated child of a music teacher. Hard
to get it completely out of your system."
"What's up?"
"Nothing. We were just sitting here complaining about
being all sexed up and no boys."
"Well, you don't need boys for everything, you know."
"Afraid none of us have the nerve to try gay sex."
Heather was aware that these three girls were staring
at her. "I mean, we all masturbate, right? So that's a
girl making love to a girl. If a second or third hand were
to get in the act, who would know? Got any more wine?"
So the subject of female love was debated. It turned
out all three of the girls had incidents at some point in
life, so the subject wasn't completely new to them. But
none had ever really tried love making with another girl.
The wine was poured again and again.
"So, we all take a vote. Be it moved that we go to my
room, strip naked in the dark and grope each other. What
say you all?:
Three timid hands were raised, along with Heather's.
They all staggered to their feet and, wine in tow, followed
Heather over to her room.
Door locked, they each took one more good pull on the
wine bottle and Heather turned off the lights. With the
shade pulled, it was very dark in the room.
Heather pealed off her jeans and her top and stood in
the dark. Jean giggled. Heather suddenly felt the
tentative touch of another hand on her arm and she turned.
The hand moved to her breast and pulled back. Heather
reached out slowly into the darkness and found the hand and
pulled it back onto her breast. It moved slowly over her
tit and the nipple began to extend. Another hand moved over
her belly and she could feel her excitement growing. She
lubricated and the room filled with cunt smell. Reaching
out, she found a shoulder and moved a little closer to the
other girl. Her hand moved down and found a small but firm
breast with a rock hard nipple. The other hand moved down
the girls belly and traced the cunt hair. She could hear
the other girl's breathing becoming to gasps as her fingers
pinched the nipple. Her own excitement grew and the hand on
her belly grew bolder and moved down into her bush. She
leaned forward and whispered into the girl's ear. "Fuck me
with your fingers. I want it so bad. Pull me, fuck me,
suck me. Oh, that's good.. Mmmmmm... Shit,,,, Oh....
Put another finger in....Yessssss... More.. Faster...Oh,
honey, yes yes yes Oh! Deeper. You.. Oh. Mmmmm."
Her own fingers were stoking the lips of a soaking wet
cunt and she suddenly slipped her index finger into the
girls slit and up to the second knuckle. The girl bucked
and her hips moved to thrust against the finger. A second,
then a third worked in and out and the girl's knees were
going.
Heather pushed her back and she fell backwards onto the
bunk. Heather never hesitated, but lowered her head to the
girl's cunt and began to eat her. She cried out softly, but
her hips were thrusting and she was gasping for air. "Yes..
Yess. Ahhhhh... fuck me. Fuck me. My pussy wants it. Put
your tongue in deeper. God. Oh, God. Oh. Ah. Unh. Unh.
Unh." She grunted as a heavy orgasm ripped up her back and
her belly tightened.
Heather was so hot and needed to get off. The girl
under her was still moaning and now there was whispering
from the other bunk.
"That's nice. Lick me some more. Ouch, that hurt a
little. Please don't,,Oh,Please, please, Ohhhhhh.." The
sound tailed off and Heather could tell someone had just
come in the other bunk.
Heather sat on the edge of her bed, softly stoking the
side and breast of the girl next to her. She was still very
hot, but the girl was clearly dazed by the orgasm that had
left her limp. A hand touched her shoulder and she reached
out and put her arm around her new companion. From the
smooth swell of the hips and rounded, hard cheeks, she knew
it was Jean, the shapely redhead.
"I never ate a girl before." She whispered into
Heather's ear, followed by a darting tongue. The smell of
the other girl's pussy was still heavy on her lips. "Now I
want to suck on one of those great boobs of yours. It made
me so hot to look at your tits in the dorm." Her tongue was
back, tracing her ear and darting quickly inside. She moved
down her neck, tracing the slim line of the throat and down,
down into the cleavage between the two swelling globes. Her
mouth closed over Heather's right nipple and a tremor passed
through Heather. Jean was kneeling in front of Heather,
going from one nipple to the other, sucking, licking and
blowing cool air on the swollen, extended tips. Clearly,
Heather's super long nipples had Jean very excited and her
sucking grew more eager.
Heather reached down and found Jean's nipples and began
to squeeze and twist them gently. But the heat between her
legs was growing too strong and her back began to arch. In
spite of her own desire to touch Jean, her attention drifted
and moans were escaping from her lips. "Suck. Mmmmm.
Owwwwww. God, Good. Ungh. God. I'm
commmmmmmminnnngggggg." Her hips bucked forward, almost
knocking Jean down. Another blast hit her and she bucked
again, grunting. In a few moments, her breath came back and
she gasped for air. Slowly, she reached out for Jean and
pulled her to her feet. In a fog, she leaned forward and
buried her face in Jean's bush, level with her head and a
little higher.
Jean gasped as Heather's tongue found her wet, swollen
clit and began stoking it. Her hands grasped Jean's great
ass and pulled her cheeks apart and ran her fingers up and
down Jean's crack.
"Please don't. I never.." Heather's fingers were
pushing and probing the tender hole. Her tongue was darting
deep inside Jean and then around the swollen lips and back
in, pausing to brush her clit from time to time. Heather
could feel the girl's knees giving out just as Jean had a
massive, groaning orgasm, finally pushing Heather onto her
back, with the humping Jean landing on top. It was a
delightful introduction into the alternatives open to horny
women in a dorm. A little later, they all agreed that in
spite of feeling a little uncertain at first about being
with other women, they had all enjoyed it and agreed to meet
again some time. Jean was the last one to leave. She
turned and hugged Heather. "I've never had sex like that
with anyone. I feel like I just had the fuck of a
lifetime." She kissed Heather deeply and went out, her ass
swinging gently from side to side in the too tight cutoffs.
(To Be Continued...)
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