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Heather 17a (ff)
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Subject: REPOST: HEATHER 17A [F/F]
Date: Wed, 28 Jun 1995 05:58:44 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 17a
BY "RAMAPO"
The morning dawned bright and clear. Paula gave Heather a
hug and they bolted a quick breakfast, then went out to take
care of livestock and lock up the ranch. By mid-morning, Paula
had rounded up the requested items and gased up the Jeep, and
they were on their way up a winding trail through the land
behind the house. It was over an hour before they entered a
woods and finally came out along a beautiful lake. They
followed the trail and swung along the lake until they went a
short way up a hill and came upon a beautiful, two-story,
unpainted large summer house, with wrap-around porches. As they
pulled into the yard and parked the Jeep along side two other
vehicles, a petite woman with very short brown hair waved from
the front door.
"That's Amy. She's my cousin. My other Aunt, Monica, will
show up sometime. Probably off with the guests somewhere. Let
me introduce you."
The introductions were cordial, with Amy being very
friendly and smiling. Only in her early forties, she was much
younger than Heather had expected. And very pretty, too. Trim
figure, she was wearing a skimpy halter top and short shorts.
She had a deep tan that could only have been gotten from nude
sunbathing.
Amy sent Paula off with a wave to find Monica, who was
somewhere down on the lake fishing, and invited Heather in for a
cup of coffee.
The house inside was laid out with a large common area that
was dominated with a huge stone fireplace on one end, door
leading off to several side rooms on two walls, and an upstairs
balcony that went around three sides of the house, with doors
along each wall.
"Paul can give you the tour later."
"This is very beautiful."
"Thank you, we try to make it comfortable and make it a
home away from home."
Coffee in hand, they settled into a large sofa near the
fireplace and Amy spent the next hour talking with Heather,
finding out about her family and friends, her studies, and her
views on various things.
"Well, you have told me a lot about yourself, so I'm going
to let you in some important things you need to know about
Paula, and her two Aunts. As you know, we are not really her
Aunts, but when her parents died in a car accident, I was at
their house and only then did we find out that I was the closed
living relative who could take her."
"I never expected to have a family to raise, but I took
Paula and moved out here to the ranch. I guess you must have
guessed that Monica is my lover. Anyway, we have raised her and
I believe that she has turned out to be a quite beautiful,
honest and open individual. How her sexual preference turns out
is totally up to her, as we have always been careful not to push
here one way or the other, just be understanding that not all
people are automatically one was or the other. Some," she
smiled, "decide not to decide and enjoy both sexes."
"Now about this cabin. Out here in Montana, people who
find out they are gay or bi-sexual have a very rough time,
particularly the women. This is a very conservative society,
and being so few people, everyone seems to know everyone else's
business, so privacy is almost out of the question. When Monica
and I first arrived, we worked very hard to get established as
two straights with a young baby. We both dated around a lot
with the local men, but never let things go very far with any
one person. Got reputations for being down right picky about
our men."
"But we got invited to lots of parties and picnics and by
and by, got to know many of the women and wives. And discovered
that there was quite a secret gay and bi-sexual society out here
among the women, but almost never did any of them have a chance
to act on their desires. They were all very much in the closet.
Hell, if they ever got caught, they probably would have been
killed."
"So, Monica and I set out to give them a chance to safely
get some action. We bought this piece of land and had this
cabin built by builders from well outside of the area. Then, we
set out to supply it with all the things that a person might
like to have around, depending on their tastes. And after it
was here and we had used it ourselves for a year, we decided it
was time to run our first test. We had a little dinner one
night for two friends who we knew were gay or bi-sexual and
after dinner, we sat them down and very frankly told them what
we had in mind. Total secrecy, everyone else willing to help
plan the covers, the way we would get the place reserved in
secret, and the rules of the road."
"They were amazed and were so excited. We planned an
outing for them to see the place, and they decided to take the
chance. Over the years, we have had quite a few ladies in on
the secret, who help each other have a night out, so to speak.
Right now, there are two friends here who spent the weekend and
decided to stay an extra day. I have asked them to stay down by
the lake until you and I have had a chance to talk. And now I
have to ask you, can I trust you to keep our secret and protect
what we have here? I'm not asking you to leave, or have
relations with anyone here, but it is important for their safety
that I know how to proceed."
"I think it is wonderful that you have done this for
everyone, and risked your own situation to help all these
people. I give you my word that as far as I'm ever concerned,
all I know about this place is that you come up here to fish,
swim, and read."
Amy gave her a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Paula
said you were a real find. She's very taken with you, I hope
you realize?"
"We, she has a way of getting under my skin, too."
Amy laughed. "Paula and her toys. Which one was it last
night?"
"Some kind of long tool, wider at one end. You put it in
your rear and then it starts to wiggle and move.."
"She really likes you dear. That is something she reserves
for her exclusive use up here when she is alone. At least up
till now."
"What do you call this place?" They walked out on the
front porch and Amy placed a colorful flag in a holder. It
fluttered in the breeze.
"We haven't named it so far, have you a suggestion?"
"How about, 'Hole in the Wall'"
Amy laughed. "Well, that's one of the better ones so far.
Personally, I always said that if we built it, they would come."
Heather laughed. "I'll bet they do."
Amy smiled back. "You bet they do. And that leads me to
rule number two: You wash all you own bedding till it's
spotless, or you replace it."
"What's rule number one?"
"Come again."
Up the walk were four people approaching the cabin from
down by the lake. The first was a blond in her mid-thirties,
nice tan and long legs. She looked up and waved a greeting.
The other walking along side her was a little older, around
forty. She had jet black hair, long, pulled back in a pony
tail. Her face was pleasant, with weather lines from hours in
the sun. She had a large boned frame and walked with a
purposeful stride.
Amy took the lead, as the blond came up the steps. "Karen,
I want to introduce you to Heather, a new friend of Paula's
who's come up for a few days. Heather is from the bone dig over
on the bluff. You know, they got stranded by the weather last
night."
Karen smiled again and said, "Hi!" She seemed nice. But
quiet.
The other woman had come up the stairs one step behind
Karen and stuck out her hand and said, "Caught the name
Heather, right? Mine's Bonny. Always a pleasure to see a new
face up here." As she said it, she was staring at Heather's
ample bosom quite openly."
Amy headed her off. "Now Bonny, Heather is only here for a
few days with Paula, and then will be off to the dig or back to
school I imagine. I think we can allow her some quiet and
relaxation."
Now coming up the stairs with her arm around Paula's waist
was a very delightful looking woman, also in her early forties.
She had a striking figure, well shown off in a two piece sun
outfit. "Heather, this is Monica."
"Well, hello everyone. I'm so glad to meet you all,"
Heather said.
A bell went off and Amy went inside while everyone else was
chatting away. She was back in a minute.
"OK, we have a bit of a problem. Bonny's husband called
the Stevenson's and said he'd stop over there for dinner on his
way home from the airport. I figure you can just make it. I
know you've only just arrived, but Paula, would you do the
honors and do the driving. Heather can keep you company."
In minutes, Bonny and Karen were in the back of a new
Toyota off-road vehicle with Paula driving and Heather riding
shotgun. They went out a completely different way than they
came in, over a little used trail, mostly weed grown. Ten miles
later, they flashed out on a minor, abandoned back road and took
off at high speed toward the setting sun. An hour later, they
reached the outskirts of a small town and Paula finally slowed
from the blistering pace. They turned up a side street and went
along slowly past a small white framed house. Bonny, who had
been very nervous the entire trip and very quiet, suddenly let
out a breath of air and said, "We beat him. His car's not here
yet. Turn around and I'm out of here." She reached up and gave
Paula's shoulder a squeeze. "Your lead foot saved the day
again."
In seconds, they had dropped her off and went on out of
town a bit further. As they did, a brown car went by and Paula
said, "The husband. We only just did make it." They dropped
off Karen in the next town at another house and turned around to
leave.
The cab of the vehicle, all of the windows of which were
darkened with very dark smokey plastic, was lit up as Paula
opened up the sun roof.
They drove along at a slower pace, hair flying around
wildly in the air. Paula, turning on the radio, suddenly
grinned and said, "Hey, let's have some fun." And with that,
she let go of the wheel and pulled her top over her head. Her
large tits, spilling out of the hardly needed bra, were jiggling
in the bouncing vehicle. A quick reach behind her and the bra
fell away and the delicious boobs bobbed free. Heather
remembered their firm succulence the previous night and felt
herself grow aroused.
"You too, baby."
"Somebody might see and we'll get arrested." Heather
protested." But she was tempted, nonetheless.
"Not in here. That's why I had the windows darkened. Come
on, get naked. Here." She was reaching over, brazenly
unbuttoning her blouse. Her hand slipped inside and slid down
inside the bra, still restraining the right breast, and squeezed
the nipple gently. It was all the reminding Heather needed.
"OK, OK, but you keep your eyes on the road." Her top and
bra fell to the floor and she thrilled to the thought of riding
with the sun and wind streaming in through the sunroof. In the
distance, another vehicle could be seen approaching and she sat
still, intent on catching the driver's reaction to their
splendid state of undress. But the other car went by and the
driver, a man, never even turned his head.
"You're right, they can't see us." Heather said and
relaxed a bit.
"But I can. Come over here and let me get my hands on
those beautiful babies."
Heather slid over and her thigh pressed against Paula's.
Paula put the truck on cruise control and lifted her right leg
up over Heather's, opening up her box to the wind and rotating
her body slightly to the right. Her firm breast pressed on
Heather's arm. She slid her right arm around Heather's
shoulders and her hand reached down and long fingers began to
stroke Heather's breast and nipple, already standing up from the
friction from her hair whipping around it and the cool air
spilling in and over the sun-heated skin. The sensations were
powerful and she soon gave herself to the sensations of lust and
fire that began to course through her body. Her eyes closed and
a low moan escaped her now open mouth.
Her immediate arousal heightened Paula's already aggressive
attack on Heather and her hand stoked, pushed, and pulled the
turgid peaks. Heather was panting now, coming into real,
undeniable heat.
"Ohhhh.... Good.. Nice.... Yes. Pinch it. Ow! Shit. Oh,
that's good. More. I'm so ready. Oh, I need it. Please. I
need it. Stop the truck. I need to cum. Please.. Ohhhhh."
Several miles passed as Heather's passion continued to
build and Paula helped herself to the lusty body, topless on the
seat next to her. Heather's passion was driving her own body to
respond, and she felt herself lubricate.
"Do you want it?" She whispered in Heather's ear.
"Oh, yes. I want it. I need it. Stop. Hurry. Stop.
Fuck me. Ohhhh... Ummmmmmm."
"Let's wait till we get back to the cabin...", Paula teased
Heather.
"No. Now. Do me. Please. Oh, God, I'm so hot and ready.
Do me."
"Pull down your shorts and get ready."
Heather did as she was told, her hands popped the button
and the zipper screamed as she pulled them down and off her
hips. Her foot tossed them against the cab window. Her panties
followed a second later. The crotch, darkly stained with the
wet of her cum, added its own musk to the atmosphere in the
cabin as the wind spun around and around.
But the truck wasn't slowing and Heather pleaded again.
Paula had another idea. "We can do this while I drive.
Stand on the car seat out through the sunroof, facing the back.
I'll slide over a bit and it'll be a perfect fit."
And Heather, alarmed at the suggestion of being so openly
exposed to the world, began to protest, but the stoking,
squeezing hand, and her own need to get off overcame her
protests and after another few seconds, she emerged from the
sunroof. No cars were visible in any direction for many, many
miles. Paula had slowed the truck down quite a bit. By
standing a bit sideways, facing the driver, and spreading her
legs, she presented an open target to Paula's eager tongue.
Paula slid over and, after first making sure she could see and
steer safely, guided Heather's left leg over her shoulder and
began to lick the sopping quim at her ready lips. The taste was
delicious and she worked her tongue deeper and deeper into the
ready cunt at her mouth.
Heather, wind-whipped and nervous, felt the guiding hand on
her leg, raising it over the waiting shoulder. The rasp of
Paul's probing tongue cut off all other observations as her
clit, already inflamed from an hour of constant arousal, now
felt the heat and grip of this randy organ, sending shocks up
her back. Her hips bucked and tried to drive the organ deeper
into her box.
Her breasts were mountains of pleasure as the wind pulled
at the nipples and they bounced with the motion of the truck.
The tight skin pulled on the nipples and fire spread across her
chest and down her belly.
In only a few miles, she built up and rushed to orgasm.
Her leg tightened behind Paula's back, pulling the head into her
crotch. She involuntarily bent backwards, eyes closed, her
hands, slid up her lower body and came up under her engorged
breasts, cupping them, lifting them, and gripping the nipples
savagely as the orgasm took her. Her wild, pleasure cries were
carried away on the wind and across the open prairie on each
side of the truck.
Paula, struggled to see and steer as the leg pushed her
face deep into the steamy crotch, but she knew from the
unrestrained twitching and bucking Heather was about to cum.
Her right hand, till now behind the small of Heather's back,
traveled downward and the middle finger dipped into Heather's
honey pot and became slick with the copious flow. It was
withdrawn and Heather jerked again as it slid slowly, but firmly
into her ass. It stayed there, wiggling and adding to her
uncontrolled spasms, her hips jerking in reaction, driving the
probing tongue deeper into her pussy. In seconds, another
orgasm followed the first, driving her breath from her. Minutes
later, her head still spinning and her nerves still tingling
from the explosive release of sexual tension, she slowly slid
back into the cab and lay propped up against Paula, groaning and
moaning. Her head in Paula's lap, slowly the passion ebbed.
Paula stroked her hair and back, her right breast pressing
down gently over the side of Heather's face. As Heather became
more settled, she turned on her back and sucked the pointed tip
into her hot mouth and began to gently wash the growing point
with her saliva and tongue. Paula felt the warm sensation and
the rasp of the tongue and her own lust began to rise strongly
again.
Her voice was husky. "Shit. Hey, baby, we're almost at
the turn-in and I'm going to need to actually drive if we're
going to get back to the camp in one piece." The gently sucking
continued, then, Heather stopped and sat up beside her. Still
naked, she fondled the jiggling boobs as the truck wound up
through the hills. Just short of the cabin, they halted long
enough to put their clothes back on, although the bras remained
off.
Parking the truck in the garage, they gave each other a
big, wet French kiss, finally stopping when both became
breathless.
(To Be Continued...)
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