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Heather 14 (ff)
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Subject: REPOST: HEATHER PT 14 [F/F]
Date: Thu, 6 Jul 1995 00:47:56 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.
See the introduction to the Heather series at the beginning
of Part 1. However, all parts can be enjoyed more or less
on their own. Post comments to alt.sex.stories.d or e-mail
me at the anon id.
HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES PART 14
BY "RAMAPO"
Two weeks later, there was a small reception at an art
showing downtown, to be attended by several art critics from
New York. Traci invited Heather and that night, they both
took special care to look good.
When Traci saw Heather as she walked to the car, her
breath caught. Stunning in a black dress that displayed her
bosom in a daring way, dark hair draped over her shoulders
and spilling down her back, she was a show stopper. Traci
felt that familiar pull and pulse in her pussy.
"Wow, that's some dress! You sure are going to turn
heads tonight."
"I just wanted you to be proud of me. Thanks for
asking me along. Think we'll meet anybody we know? Maybe
we can team up and get somebody hot enough to fuck us
tonight as a side benefit."
"You've got me hot enough to want to fuck you right
now. Actually, I'm not sure. Anita Smathers will be there.
She's that new young critic from the paper. I've heard
she's really a great person to know. Seems to be on
everybody's "A" list, if you know what I mean. A lot of
doors open to her."
The hall was full of people, mostly older, apparently
rich. Everywhere Heather went, necks craned and eyes
followed. The women were looking daggers at her revealed,
voluptous young figure. Traci also noticed the attention
and finally, handing Heather a glass of champange, said, "I
think all the men want to fuck you and the women want to
kill you. Except me. I'd like to fuck you too. It always
seems to work out the other way around!"
They both laughed and continued to cruise. Finally,
they headed toward a corner where a bigger than usual crowd
seemed to be gathered and there in the middle was Anita.
Working their way to front of the crowd, they soon were off
to one side. Anita was a trim woman with a short hairstyle,
striking face, great legs and very nice, well exposed bosom.
She was holding forth on some art question. As she spoke,
she was slowly looking around and finally, her eye fell on
Heather and in one quick pass, took in her striking figure
so beautifully displayed. Next to her was another very
attractive woman and they seemed to be together. Finishing
her comments, she excused herself and came over to Traci and
Heather.
"Hello, I'm Anita Smathers."
"I'm Traci and this is Heather. I'd hoped we'd meet
and have a chance to talk. I'm an art professor over at the
college and would love to have an opportunity to show off
some of the art work my class has produced."
"I think you already brought along a piece of that art
with you. Heather, you are quite stunning in that dress.
You must have them licking out of your hand." She was
looking directly into Heather's eyes.
Heather never blinked. Quietly she said, "And in other
places, if the opportunity presents itself. Thank you."
"We'll never be able to talk about such opportunities
here." She put her arms around both of their waists in a
very familiar way and then walked slowly along. "Why don't
you both come to my hotel when this thing is done and we'll
share a glass of wine and get into things when we can be
more comfortable."
She walked away and Heather and Traci stared at each
other. Each could feel their pussy grow moist at the
thought of an evening with this lovely person. They linked
arms and killed time looking at the exhibits and caressing
each other's arms when no one was looking.
The hotel room was on the top floor. When they
knocked, the door opened and Anita was standing there in a
very shear camisole, her own very ample tits pushing the top
almost to the side and pussy stuffed with smooth silk fabric
deep into her crack. Her face looked a little flushed.
She handed them each a glass of wine. "There're some
outfits in the other room if you want to be more relaxed."
She waved them toward a door.
They wandered into the other room and each selected
some items. All were very revealing and the bottoms were
sewn in such a way to force the fabric up tight against
their assholes and deep into their twats. When the
finished, they looked at each other and smiled. There was
no doubt this woman wanted some action. Already, Traci was
showing signs of wetting the fabric with the come she was
producing from all the friction of the material on her clit.
They went to the other room and Anita was sitting in
the middle of the sofa, arms spread, chest exposed, nipples
slightly extended. They sat on each side and sipped their
wine.
Anita looked at both of them and said, "You both look
very hot in those outfits. Why, Traci, from the look of
that wet pussy of yours, I do believe you have the hots
already." Her hand traced the top of Traci's leg and ended
up only a fraction from the top of her twat.
"You don't have them on quite right. Let me show you."
She pushed Traci to her feet and, sitting front of her,
pulled them down and, fingers reaching inside, Traci gasped
and jerked as she smoothly separated the wet lips and pulled
the clit out to it's full length with thumb and forefinger.
The other hand pulled the panties back up and this time, the
lips were separated even more deeply by the crease in the
panties. Now her clit was standing at full attention
straight out through a well placed hole in the fabric. The
tight fabric was wrapped firmly around the base with an
elastic and held it up and out.
"Ohhhh. I wasn't expecting that. These are sure
unusual pants." She was trembling slightly. Anita's face
was only inches from her crotch and her hot breath was on
her clit. Tingles were racing through her pussy.
"You bet they are. I say, let's get you off honey,
before you go nuts."
Without waiting for an answer, she slid her hands up
the pant legs openings and grabbed each cheek. The
tightening fabric pulled the clit up and squeezed the base
even harder. Traci felt as thought someone was using a
vacuum on her pussy and a vice grip on her clit, which had
never been so abused. Now she was shaking and not a little
confused by the sudden harsh assault on her lower parts. Anita
pulled her closer and leaned forward, sucking the now rigid
clit deep into her hot, wet mouth without any
preliminaries.
"Ohhhhh. GOOODDDDD! Oh SHIT! You. Shit.. Fuck.
OHHHHHH, I'm COMMMMMMMM.NNNNNN. MNNNNNN.!" Unable to break
away, and somehow not really wanting to, she looked
desperately over at Heather, who was observing in surprised
silence, wine glass poised in mid-air. The confident,
directness of this woman was amazing. Anita sucked hard and
her tits fell completely out of the top of the camosole,
nipples now hard from her own excitment.
Unable to back away, Traci's eye's closed as she felt
the heat in her loins begin to rapidly take her by storm.
Her hands were on Anita's head, fingers woven in her hair,
pulling her into her crotch in a reflex.
"OHHHHHHH. I. Ungh. Ungh." She grunted as the wave
hit her belly and she came. Her heavy breasts were
billowing and shaking, nipples riding the crests just inside
the shear fabric that struggled to contain them.
Heather found herself very turned on and in need of
relief after observing this sudden, very hot sex right in
front of her.
"Your turn."
In one motion, Anita pulled free from Traci, still
shaking and not completely done with her orgasm, turned and
pushed Heather onto her back on the sofa. Lifting a leg,
she pulled Heather's panties off to one side and stuck a
long tongue deep into her pussy. Fireworks went off in her
pussy as the tongue whipped in and out. Prowling
everywhere, it had her on fire and in less than a minute,
she was no longer aware of where she was, only the heat in
her pussy pushing her higher and higher. She could hear
herself moaning wildly, unable to stop herself.
Anita's hands stole up and gripped her breasts firmly,
squeezing the nipples and pulling them hard. It hurt, but
she couldn't stop Anita now, she was too overwhelmed by the
lust in her belly. Her legs were on either side of Anita's
head, wrapped at the ankles as she humped the hot mouth. In
less than a minute, she had an explosive orgasm, then
rapidly, five more in quick succession, all pumping come
into the woman's waiting mouth. Her tongue worked like a
beaver and sucked it all down.
She was dazed as she tried to sit up. Anita was
casually sipping her wine and looking at them both, eyes
filled with excitement.
"I don't know about you, but I like to get the
preliminaries over with. You two are really beautiful, hot
bitches. I never have any luck at these out of town things,
but tonight, I got a double bang for my buck, I'm sure! I
trust you both don't mind a little sex to spice up the
conversation?"
Her use of the word "little" was a classic
understatement. Her assault had left both of them
breathless and neither responded.
"Heather, you taste delicious. I must have you again
later." She smiled at her. A bit of come still clung to
her upper lip. She wiped it clean with her tongue and
smiled again. She reached up and pulled Traci, who was
still standing in a daze, onto the sofa between them.
"Hell, we can talk in the morning. Let's get her off
again. You suck the left one and I'll take this one. Don't
stop until she comes. Ever had a nipple orgasm? I never
thought it was possible, but the daughter of one of my
friends sucked on me for over an hour one night and, well,
you'll see. Suck her good."
Heather managed to get up and leaned down and pulled
the fabric away from the swinging boob and pulled the nipple
into her mouth. It was still slightly tight, but fully
hardened immediately. Traci's nipples were very sensitive
and when sucked, sent electric shocks to her pussy.
Heather pulled more of the billowy breast into her
mouth and sucked hard. Traci grunted and moaned and yelped
a little. Two hot mouths were pulling her chest, more and
more of her flesh disappeared into them. Her nipples were
on fire and she couldn't breath. Her moaning got louder.
Her hands wrapped around the back of their heads and pulled
them into her breasts. Her pussy was pulsing from the
stimulation. It was electrifying, but already her nipples
were sore and beginning to hurt. One second, she felt on
fire and the next the pain would hit.
Anita was sucking so hard it sounded like explosions as
the air rushed back in as the nipple popped free. She
repeatedly inhaled over half of the large tit, whipped the
nipple with her tongue and then, sucking as hard as she
could, pulled her head back until the breast was stretched
out, skin rigid. Pulling back further, the breast would
finally pop out of her mouth, unable to stretch any further.
Each time, Traci would yelp and moan and whimper.
"Please stop. It hurts. Ohhhh. That's good. Oh.
I'm so hot. I need to come. Ouch. Ohhh. MMMM. Please make
me come. Heather, honey, make me come."
"No. Suck the bitch. She'll come this way if it takes
all night."
Heather sucked harder, following Anita's lead. Traci
was shaking and trying to get her hands into her crotch to
get off. Anita pushed them away sucked even harder.
"I. Can't. Take. Any. More. Of This.. Please Oh
God."
For twenty more minutes, as Traci wailed and whimpered,
they sucked. Her nipples were up like large thumbs, twice a
big as ever before and still they sucked. Her ass was
bouncing and twisting on the sofa and come was pouring from
her pussy as her legs opened and closed in reflex.
"Now, bite her!"
"No. Ow. OWW!" Teeth gripped her nipples. Sharp pain
flashed through her chest and her stomach contracted. Then,
just as she felt she would scream, the orgasm hit, an
unexpected blinding flash of pleasure and pain as her pussy
spasmed and her tits, already seemed to explode with fire
that washed away the pain. "UUUUNNNNNNNNMMMMNN...."
The fire spread over her chest and through her body,
driving her deeper and deeper into the orgasm. She had
never experienced anything remotely like this and her body
was totally out of control. She was unable to breath as it
continued to hold her chest in total control. Her pussy
pulsed again and again, come pouring out onto the now wet
sofa.
It was two minutes before her head even started to
clear. Her chest was still on fire, nipples inflamed from
the abuse.
"Watch"
Anita leaned over and pulled the abused, obscenely
swollen nipple into her mouth again and ran her tongue over
it. It was exquisitely sensitive from the abuse.
"God!. No! It hurts! I..." She never finished.
Another orgasm ripped through her, from nowhere. The flame
spread out over her and she came. Twice more over the next
ten minutes, Anita waited till her head would start to begin
clear, then brought her off with more sucking and biting.
Anita finally passed out, sweat running from her from the
effort.
"That happened to me too. When I woke up, the little
bitch had put hickeys all over my tits and I had to hide for
two weeks. I was swimming at their pool while they were
away and the kid came home from school and came over and
wanted to know if I would like to experience something she
had learned at school. Before I could move, she pulled my
top off and latched onto me like a leech."
"I came so hard I was yelling my head off. I don't
think I'll get invited back soon! The kid comes over once
in a while, though."
Heather looked at Traci, exhausted and groggy in the
wake of her passion. She rolled her head around and smiled
slightly and whispered "Your turn."
Anita got off the sofa and took Heather's hand and led
her to the bedroom. Pushing her on the bed, she pulled open
a drawer and pulled out ties and began tying Heather to the
bed, face down, running her hands over her tail and legs as
she worked. She pulled each one very tight and turned off
the light.
"I'm going to fuck your ass, honey. I hope you like it
as much as I will."
Heather couldn't see anything, but heard sloshing and
then Anita was sitting on her legs and pushing at her
asshole with her fingers. A finger went in and then two.
It hurt and she complained a little, but Anita kept working.
Soon, her fingers were withdrawn and a large dildo was
worked into her, ribbed on the upper end and it hurt as it
passed inside, but the lower shaft was smooth and narrow.
Anita pumped it steadily inside and soon she was stuffed
with over seven inches. The pain was being replaced with
tingles in her pussy. Her clit rose and stabbed at the bed.
Anita's weight left her legs and she moved up slightly
and eased the other end of the double dong into her own
ready twat. Big as it was, she was so excited and
lubricated, it slid inside without much fuss, pushing her
tissues aside as it tunneled up into her.
"Oh, gooddddd. Heather, this big stick is going to
fuck us both. Ummmmmm.."
She was rocking back and forth. Finally, her pussy was
stuffed full and the pubic hair pushed down into Heather's
ass crack. Joined as they were, as Anita pumped, the shaft
rose and fell deep in Heather, moving back and forth and in
and out. Her pussy was on fire and her insides were being
stirred from the deep penetration.
"Like this? It's going to be so nice. Your ass will
thank you in a few minutes." She was rising and falling at
a steadily increasing rate, her own passion close to the
edge. Her nice breasts were bouncing to the rythim, the bed
bouncing back, each stroke driving the thick shaft in and
out of both of them. Her come was now running down the
shaft and into Heather's hot hole for extra lubrication.
Heather needed to come, but, hot as she was, the orgasm
just wouldn't release. Her desparation was growing. Her
chest was pinned under her, nipples hard and hurting. Her
clit was being driven into the bed with each bounce and
shocks were ripping through her belly.
"Ohhhhhhh. Anita. fuck me. FUCK ME. fuck my ass.
Make me come. Please. Make me comMMMMMMmmMMMMMM....!!!.
Then, Anita pumping hard, both of them came. Anita was bent
back, eyes closed, mouth open in a silent groan, her pussy
gripping the fat stick in her twat, dragging it in and out
of Heather's ass. Heather came again.
Anita never stopped. Hips still twitching from the
orgasm still not completely over, she began another pumping
drive. Two minutes later, she was orgasmic and Heather
could hardly believe the pounding her ass was taking, but
then her own excitment rose and then they came again. The
bed was soaked with come.
And still Anita worked on another orgasm. Heather's
ass was still pumped full of dildo and Anita's come as it
poured down the shaft straight into Heather's ass. This one
took longer and by then, they were both sweaty and totally
out of control.
Anita was silent except for the sucking sound of her
twat and popping sounds coming out of Heather's ass as air,
trapped inside, escaped each time the shaft went deep
inside.
But she began to moan. Heather wanted to come again,
but her ass was so sore, it hurt too much now. Anita moaned
louder.
"Yessss. OHhhhm. Grnnnn. Grnmm. Mmmmmmm. N......
Here We GooooooooOOOOOOO." The pumping went to even more
frantic level and Heather found her own twat rippling and
tightening in spite of the pain in her ass. Her breath
caught and both came, a gut wrenching, pussy explosion of
come and lust. Anita finally leaned down and pressed
herself against Heather's back, breasts flattening out
across her ribs, the sweat of their bodies mixing, both
breathless.
After a while, Anita got up slowly. Leaving the dong
imbedded in Heather's ass, she went out to find Traci. The
long dong, still slick with Anita's come, stood high in the
air as Traci came into the room behind Anita.
"We're both going to fuck her. You do her ass and I'll
do her pussy."
Heather was protesting. Her ass on fire, exhausted,
her faint cries were ignored. Traci was very excited by the
size of the dong in Heather's ass and wasted no time in
mounting it, not realizing the pounding Heather's ass had
already had. She shuddered as it forced itself into her
twat and she began to rise and fall. Anita pulled another
long double dong from the dresser and worked it into
Heather's pussy from the rear. Sliding her legs under
Heather's from the back, she slid up until the dong hit her
pussy. Guiding it inside, she slid up further until she was
completely under Heather, both pussies stuffed with dong.
Now Heather was in an uproar, her insides being
stretched and assaulted from both holes at once. Her body
was shaking with excitement and pain and her nerves,
stretched to the breaking point of pleasure and pain. Traci
was fucking with rapid stokes, her own passion driving her
harder and harder. Each stoke fucked Anita as well, pinned
under Heather.
The cries rose and fell as the passion built again,
dragging each out and over their exhaustion. In thirty
minutes, they began to come, each at their own pace, but
each responding to the others cries and then triggering
another instead.
Finally, the got up and untied Heather and pulled the
dongs from her body. They led her into a beautiful bathroom
and into a hot tub, where she soaked her tender ass and
abused pussy. Anita and Traci stoked her breasts as she
drank wine.
Then they dressed and left. Traci had finally gotton
what she wanted. Anita headed back to the city to look for
fresh game. She was to come back in three months to judge
an art contest.
It was only in the car that Traci found out that
Heather had been assaulted by Anita before Traci had done
her. Apologies were offered and accepted. That night and
for several days, Heather lost all interest in sex. But the
tenderness went away and there was no damage.
(To Be Continued...)
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