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Heather 15 (ff)
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HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES PART 15
BY "RAMAPO"
Heather walked out of the tent, her still damp hair
cascading down her tan back, and walked out of the camp.
Following a trail that led between tall, majestic boulders, she
walked almost three hundred yards from camp and then left the
trail and hiked briefly up a small gap between the rocks. Up
she went until she was over two hundred feet back from the now
hidden path and up on top of a large, smooth topped boulder,
still warm from the very hot afternoon sun. The rolled blanket
under one arm was placed in the center of the rock and she sat
and watched the now fading sunset off in the far distance.
The heat from the rock warmed her buns and spread up into
her plush honey pot, adding steadily to the tension she already
felt. It had been a long four days here, digging during the day
and trying to cool off at night. Today they had had baths and
she finally felt clean.
But being out here in the middle of Montana with ten other
women and only two men, there was more that she needed than a
clean bath and the odds were she was going to have to take care
of those needs by herself.
She reached back and pulled the tie on her top and her two
oversize, majestic peaks sprang free from the inadequate light
cloth, nipples now beginning to stand proud like thumbs in the
gentle, now cool breeze. They tingled and tightened, stretching
the skin taut, standing up and out as they always did,
connecting almost electrically with the pleasure center of her
brain and even more responsive nerves of her cunt. In seconds,
the tingles caused the nipples to turn rock hard, almost two
full inches of jutting thumbs, reaching up toward the darkening
sky. She closed her eyes and sank into the sensations.
"Hmmmmmm. That's so nice." She talked softly to herself.
Her pussy began to dampen her jeans, no underwear to restrict or
absorb the beginnings of what would become a copious flow
shortly. A hand reached up and pressed the right breast up, the
now tight skin stretching even more and pulled on the nipple.
The tingles sharpened and a wave of pleasure shot down her belly
into the moist forest of hair, already damp and dark with her
increasing flow.
It had been over a week and she needed to cum in a major
way. Camp was so damn restrictive. She had found this hideaway
two days ago while getting lost in trying to get to camp from
the dig. And instantly she had made her plan. Her roommate was
actually making the situation worse, since she was a very
striking, leggy blond with a very lush body and a habit of
dressing very skimpily in the tent at night. It was hard to be
horny, in such close quarters and be badly turned on by her
roommate.
She ceased the gently tugging on the turgid nipple and it
swung away heavily. Unrolling the blanket, she removed the
small zippered leather case in its middle and set it to one
side. She slid down onto the light wool and laid on her back,
looking up at the now faint stars over head. A hand reached up
and gently traced a still rock hard nipple, finally pushing the
other breast up and over toward her center, the upward tilted
nipple was only a inch from her mouth and she leaned her head up
and took the nipple between her tongue and lips, gripping it
firmly. She always found it amazing that her jutting breasts
could be sucked in this way. The hotness of her mouth on the
now cool flesh sent a blazing fire straight to her brain.
Warmth spread across her chest as she flushed with passion. She
pulled hard on one nipple and then sucked on the other. In a
rhythm that soon had her belly on fire and her brain demanding
even more, she continued to work one side, then the other. The
wetness of each nipple in the cool air as it was released into
the air was almost ecstasy. Her belly rippled with tension as
she continued to tease herself.
Unable to resist any longer, a hand worked the buttons on
her jeans and the hot smell of wet pussy quickly filled the
night. Finally, one hand went down and began weaving through
the thick, wet hair, pressing down above the top of her crack.
The extra long clit was already half erect, poking firmly up,
out of the restraining lips of the swelling pussy. A quick
wiggle and the pants were down to her knees, then rolled up for
a pillow under her head.
Her nipples were on fire as she returned to stroking and
firm sucking. Legs apart and knees up and slightly bent, the
cool breeze blew between her legs and the wetness, now soaking
her crack and trickling down between and over her asshole, made
her desire grow even greater.
Finally, she reached over and pulled the case to her and
removed two dongs. One was round on the end, slim in the middle
and very thick toward the end, the other long, slimmer, with
bulges of increasing diameter from one end to the other, with
slim gaps between. Her brain wanted to plunge these into her
holes, but she forced herself to move slowly, enjoying the
building pleasure with anticipation.
Teasing herself for over a minute with the slimmer dong,
she moved it in and out of the lips of her pussy, her hips
beginning to thrust involuntarily to meet it. Now very wet and
slippery over its first two inches, she slid it down and found
her wet asshole. She firmly pressed on it, then waited until
the muscles relaxed their urgent need to guard against its
entry. Then the tip and first bulb popped inside, the reacting
muscles gripping down firmly on the slim gap behind the bulb
lodged firmly inside. This pulled the next bulb up hard against
the base of her hole. Her ass flexed and released, flexed and
released, moving the bulb inside, in and out. Her ass burned
and felt full. The sensations spread up into her twat, the lips
now open like a rose.
The larger dong was now in her eager shaking hand and she
lowered her head back on the pillow and placed the large bulb
end against her fully soaked honey pot and pressed. The
swollen, tight pussy lips stretched out and out and finally, the
obscene bulb popped inside. Pussy and ass now tight with dongs,
she went back to pulling and sucking her hard tits.
The nerves in her belly and chest sent crashing waves of
pleasure signals to her brain and her hips were twitching and
bumping on the rock under her, the heavy dongs flexing and
waving around, pulling on the turgid flesh. As the minutes
passed, her soft moaning was growing more urgent. She must cum
soon. Her hand pressed the butt dong in, bulb by bulb, until
all but the stopper were inside. The heavy pussy dong was being
worked in and out, the unique rubber on the round end swelling
within the heat of her steamy cunt. Her brain went into
overload as the pent up need exploded.
"Oh. Ohhhhh. Mmmmmmmmm. Ooooooo. Yes. Yes. Yes." More
urgent now. "Fuck it baby, fuck me so big. Wet. It wants
more." The last inch was in and now all she could do was grunt.
In and out. In and out. At the very last, she gripped her clit
between a wet thumb and index finger and gave it a pull. The
super sensitive nerves, already on fire, pushed her over the top
and she gave a deep grunt, her breath driven from her as her
orgasm racked her body. Her tan back lifted clear of the
blanket and her hips pressed down hard, trembling and twitching
from side to side. For over a minute, she was lost in the
sensations, then her breath began to be less shaky. Every nerve
in her cunt was still on fire, and by beginning to trace the
lips of her pussy gently with a finger, in less than five
minutes, she came hard again, a steady stream of cunt juice
flowed out around the end of the dong and down her butt onto the
blanket, a round stain spreading from her lust.
Her belly and ass were stretched and full and her nipples
stood up again. Lying there in the night, her hand reached to a
nipple and the process began again. Did she have a point when
her passion would be exhausted? It was well over two hours
before she became exhausted from her urgent ardor and returned
to camp, now quiet as everyone slept. Slipping into her tent,
the smell of a hot pussy immediately came to her, but not her
own. Glancing at her tent-mate, apparently asleep on her side,
hand between her legs, she realized that she was not the only
one to take advantage of the brief privacy. She rolled the
blanket out, slipped off her jeans and slid onto the cot. The
smell of her own lust drifted off the blanket.
Her tent-mate, Tish, heard Heather cum in but continued to
lie quietly, herself only a few strokes away from another orgasm
when she was interrupted by Heather's entrance. Shortly,
Heather began to breath heavily and Tish resumed her mission. A
long finger stroked her clit and her belly tightened and she
stopped breathing. Only after her breath had returned to normal
and she lay on her back, listening to the night, did she notice
the sweet smell of another hot pussy, wafting over from the
other cot.
So, she had been out having some fun too. I wonder with
who? She thought about Heather's wonderful body, jutting, heavy
full breasts and small waist, trim hips and straight legs and
was very turned on again. A hand found the still damp well of
pleasure and she thrust a finger inside. In less than two
minutes, the cot began to creak from her hips responding to the
thrusting. Heather slept deeply. The tent filled with the
fragrance of her hot pussy as Tish came again. At long last,
the tent was quiet and only the gently breeze of the night
stirred the brush.
Helen, having heard a brief muffled cry from Tish and
Heather's tent, finally moved away from the closed flap as the
whispered gentle groans of Tish's last orgasm faded away. Maybe
three could have fun before they left at the end of summer. The
sudden lustful thought of making it with a woman surprised
Helen. It had been a long time.
Helen found herself following Heather through the dark,
down the path out of camp. It had been over a week before she
and Heather had had much of a chance to talk in private.
Actually, the day before, they had spent the entire day digging
off to one side of the main work and had finally gotten to know
each other. Helen had shared her building frustration, but
Heather had been silent in response. However, that night at
dinner, Heather had quietly suggested she stop by the tent about
nine and bring a blanket.
They continued on until suddenly Heather turned and went
between a small gap and started off the main trail. In five
minutes, they came out on top of the big flat boulder.
Spreading blankets, they sat down near each other and stared for
a few minutes out at the endless stars above them.
"I love it out here. Very quiet and private. You can just
be yourself here, lost in your thoughts and sensations."
"It reminds me of summer camp. My tent-mate and I found a
very private spot in a field outside the camp and would go and
look at the stars."
"Did you like camp?"
"Yes. No boys, of course. I was twelve and I was getting
horny all the time by then. God, was I horny all the time.
Just like now!"
They both grinned but didn't make eye contact.
"I think everyone is having that problem." Heather probed,
"So what did you do about that at camp, I mean, the horny part?"
"Mostly just yelled at everyone. My tent-mate, well, she
tried to help, but I was scared and...."
"Help?"
"Well, she was fourteen and very uninhibited. One night,
we were looking at the stars and she pulled down her pants and
began to masturbate, right in front of me. I was surprised, but
she just kept up and after a while, had an orgasm. I was very
inexperienced at that, so I just watched what she was doing. I
was even more surprised that when she finished and calmed down,
she left her shorts down and suggested I do it too. I did it a
little, but was nervous and instead of it feeling good, I felt
stupid. I was shaking so hard. She came over by my side and
just held me for a while and before I knew it she was rubbing my
chest and stomach and I started to relax and got very turned on.
She put her hand down my pants and it felt wonderful. But after
a few minutes when I didn't cum right away, she stopped and
said we should go back. Instead of helping me get over being
horny, I was just jumping out of my skin."
"Well, so?"
"The next day was the last day of camp and we left. We
traded letters a few times, then lost track of each other. High
school and, so far, college, have been very average for me. A
few nice guys. I still get horny but very nervous about sex.
Listen to me, I hardly know you and I can't believe I told you
about that. At camp. I've never told anyone about that night."
But Heather was a good listener and gave her a hug.
"Nothing to be ashamed about, I'd say. Horny girl meets horny
girl with no boys around and the good times begin. I can tell
you a story about me. I had a teacher in high school who was a
real fox. Great shape, tight ass, long legs. All the male
teachers and most of the boys fell all over themselves trying to
get her attention and into her pants. But she was into girls.
Nothing overt, just, well, after a while, we figured it out.
She walked the straight and narrow at school and with the female
students. I was surprised to find her to be a real turn on for
me and watched everything she did. The way her breasts moved in
her blouse, the way her underwear showed under her skirt. I had
her in two classes and a study hall and was horny all the time.
Anyway, she had to give a long speech one night at school, to
all the parents. The lectern was one of those great big things,
dark wood, curtains around the speaker from the side. Once they
walked up to it, you couldn't see anything of them from the
audience except for the head and shoulders. Well, I slipped
inside and waited. She came in to give the speech and about ten
minutes after she started, I started gently blowing through a
straw into the gap between the buttons on her slacks. I don't
think she consciously felt it at first, but it started to get
her hot after a while. She finally reached down and rubbed her
crotch a little and then went on with the speech. When she
rubbed again, a button came undone and I could see some of her
cunt hair through her panties. Real low cut hip riders, they
only just barely covered her crack. Boy, was I surprised, but
now I had an even better target, and concentrated on her pussy
directly, blowing a little harder. The second time I did it, I
heard her make a little noise and her hips twitched. I must
have hit a hot spot. By then I think she must have realized
that something was up, but she went on because she had to. I
worked on her clit and it started to push the very top of her
panties out. She could help herself, and gave herself another
quick rub! I had her hot and bothered now."
"God, Helen, did she have a big clit! I've heard some
girls do. Mine is nice and just pokes out for all to see if I
get it hard, but her's wins the prize."
"Well, let me tell you, she was WELL endowed in that area.
I would pause, then blow. I was very excited myself, but then
her clit pushed out over the very top of her panties and stood
up before me. It was soaked too. Dark red and swollen. I blew
hot, then cold air on it, then wait, then shift to a different
pattern. Her hips twitched and twitched. I kept it up for
twenty minutes and the whole lectern was hot with punk. She
reached a break in the talk while they changed slides or
something. I impulsively leaned forward and pulled the clit
into my mouth and ran my tongue over it. Well, that did it.
She had a big orgasm right then and there. She shook all over
and I could see her stomach flatten and ripple as it took her.
I let her go and sat back and let the speech end. Everyone soon
left and I snuck out. I spotted her waiting in the parking lot,
so I went out an emergency exit on the other side of school."
"Does she know who did it?" Helen was very turned
listening to this talk.
"No. I've never told anyone about it till tonight."
"Well, that beats my friend in a field story."
"That doesn't matter. You shouldn't worry about exploring
and trying new things. As long as everyone is honest and no one
gets hurt and you stop if they say stop. Opportunities are
everywhere."
There was a long silence, then Helen quietly asked, "What,
I mean, what did she taste like? Was it gross?"
Heather put her arm around her waist. "No. I always
wondered what it might be like, too. I even snuck a couple of
tastes of myself, but her juice was sweet and, well, sexy. I
liked it!"
They suddenly both heard a voice, down in the path past
their turnoff. Then a second. Two of the other girls were
moving down the path. As they looked down between the rocks,
the girls just came into view between two boulders off a little
way. Helen and Heather were downwind, so the soft voices came
to them, but they were protected.
They stopped and spread a blanket in the only clearing
visible from their position. "God, if Billy finds me out here
with you."
"He should consider himself lucky you screw him at all.
Hell, he hasn't got a clue on how to fuck you right or you
wouldn't still need it so bad. Tonight, you horny bitch, you
are going to have the top of your head come off and Billy can
take his cock home and fuck someone else."
Without much motion, Heather and Helen moved close together
to watch the unexpected action. Heather, slightly behind Helen,
had her big breast pressed firmly into the back of Helen's arm.
It felt nice, but their attention was soon drawn elsewhere.
It was Joyce and Betsy. Betsy pulled the top off Joyce and
without much hesitation, ran her hand over Joyce's round tit.
They moved close and kissed, heads bobbing and moving around as
their tongues moved in and out and explored the hot cavities of
each mouth. Hands worked and clothes fell away.
Heather felt Helen press back against her. She placed a
hand on the small of Helen's back and went back to watching.
Joyce went down and pulled a nipple into her mouth. "Oh,
baby, that is soooo good. Good. Yessss. Goooood. Oh. Oh."
Betsy was going to be a noisy one.
The sucking sounds came to them on the breeze. And with
it, the swelling punk smell of hot pussy.
Joyce moved over to the other breast and slid her hand
between Betsy's legs. Betsy moved them further apart and
continued to moan. "Ohhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhh. Put in another finger.
Please. More. More. Another. God, yes. More. Ohhhhh. "
Helen whispered, "This is getting me so hot. I can smell
their hot sex."
Heather rubbed her back and slid the back of her top up to
expose the skin, rubbing in circles. Helen relaxed against her.
"Please put your tongue in me. Give it to me. Put it in.
I can't wait. Give me that big snake."
Joyce eased her down on the blanket and her legs spread
wide, pussy facing them. Even from here, they could see the
glistening of her wet cunt, now open and eager to be fucked.
Joyce positioned herself in a sixty nine position over her and
lowered her head. At once, Betsy began a constant whimpering
chatter, telling them explicitly of every move of Joyce's
obviously long and experienced tongue.
"Oh. YES. YES YES. Ohhhhh. Mmmmmm. Oh. Yes YES YES.
Hot, so hot. My clit, Ohhhhh. Deeper. YES. Do me. Do me.
Do me. Yes. Oh my god. Ohhhhhhh. "
Betsy's legs were now almost straight up in the air.
Slowly they wrapped around Joyce's head and pulled her into the
steamy pussy. Joyce's tongue slid deep inside, the pussy juice
flowing over her lips and over her face.
Heather was now drifting her hand alongside Helen's side,
the bulge of the ample breast just beyond Heather's finger tips.
Helen was trembling and twisted slightly to the right. She
moved away and without a word, pulled her top over her head,
freeing her breasts to Heather's grasp. The breast moved into
Heather's hand and the nipple moved under her thumb. She gave a
deep sigh as the finger and thumb closed over the nipple and
stretched it slowly out, then down and around. Released, a
feather stoke, here, there, here again, back to the nipple. A
touch, a stroke, finally, at random, another squeeze. The
nipple went rock hard. Helen had never been so hot so fast.
Her eyes never left the back of Joyce's head and Betsy's legs,
now back to being straight up. Heather continued to stroke.
"Oh. OHOHOHOH.... I'm going to CUM....!" It was almost a
shout. Betsy bucked and Joyce stayed in place, sucking down the
flowing cum. The loud slurping, sucking sounds crossed to them
on the night.
Heather shifted behind Helen and ran her other hand around
to the front and lifted the other breast, pulling her back
against her legs and chest. Helen's head was now between
Heather's breasts, nipples up and hard. Helen moaned softly.
Joyce continued to suck and Betsy whimpered. "Again.
Again. Make me go again. Oh, honey, you do me right. God what
a bitchin' tongue. What a fucking machine." It was an urgent
non-stop babble, revealing an unslaked, uncontrollable lust.
Joyce again slid a hot very long tongue inside her, then pulled
her clit into her mouth and sucked. Betsy was off again.
Helen whispered. "I need to cum too."
"Shhhhhhh. You will. Wait, baby wait. They might hear
you."
Betsy was flying high, losing her mind. "Shit. Oh. Shit.
SHIT. Don't, no, not my asssss. Oh, please. Yes. YES. YES.
I'm going. I'm going. I'M unnnnnnnnnnn." The last a cry
interrupted by a groan as her belly pulsed and her breathing
stopped. Legs straight up. they shook over and over and
finally, lowered onto the blanket. Betsy had passed out. Joyce
had fulfilled her earlier promise.
Heather slipped a hand down and unhooked Helen's pants.
Her hand traced to the top of the crotch and moved around.
Slowly, the pants were worked down and her pussy was exposed.
Top unbuttoned. Heather continued to moved Helen closer to
orgasm.
Joyce and Betsy got up slowly and held each other in the
night, kissing and stroking each other. "Next time, it's your
turn. God, that was GREAT. The hell with Billy. You can have
me ANY time, honey. That tongue is MINE." Blanket rolled up,
they kissed again and walked out of sight, back toward camp.
Helen's breath was coming in short gasps and her hips
jerked as Heather's fingers moved over the pussy lips and the
tip of a finger parted them. The hot juice spread like honey
and the red hot heat of an inflamed pussy greeted her finger as
it went in, one knuckle at a time. Eyes closed, a groan escaped
her lips and she started to speak, "GoooooooOOOOOOO....." The
orgasm tore through her and she shook and belly flattened. The
fire went up her spine and exploded in her head.
Heather could feel her own passion rise as Helen went over
the top, but she held her until her breath settled down and her
eyes opened and began to refocus. Heather kissed her. "I told
you I would make it happen for you."
They waited a while in the night, the wet slowing drying.
Holding each other. Finally, they returned to camp. Just at
the camp edge, behind the last boulder, Helen stopped and turned
to Heather. Without a word, she unbuttoned Heather's top and
freed the globes. Leaning down, she sucked each nipple until
Heather's knees began to buckle and her breath got ragged.
Helen stopped, buttoned her up and said "You're right, a little
fun can't harm anybody. That's for something to remember me by
tomorrow while you're digging."
"Shit, I'm horny as hell now. How do you expect me to
sleep like this?" She was grinning broadly.
Helen hugged her and went on to her tent. Her pussy was
still soaked and the wet was exciting on her legs as she walked.
Heather slipped into her bunk and released herself with
practiced fingers.
Her bunk-mate smiled and rolled over watch in the dark.
Heather was on her back and when the orgasm came, her back bent
like a bow and she gave a brief snort. Sleep finally came.
(To Be Continued)
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