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Heather 20 (ff)
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Subject: STORY: HEATHER PT 20 [F/M][F/F]
Date: Tue, 11 Jul 1995 04:37:33 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. My special thanks to "M" for her suggestion of many
of the elements in part 20, especially the use of the pool scene,
taken directly from her personal experience. As a male, the
female/female sequences have been produced up till now from pure
projection and imagination. One kind female commentator
suggested I must have been a female in a prior life! I easily
understand that a woman can certainly understand, respond to, and
give stimulation to another woman on many levels simultaneously
easier than most men. I have been through periods with my spouse
where I never pick up on any cues at all, much less subtle ones.
Heather, however (and bless her heart!), gives off sexual cues
like a beacon on a dark night and everyone gets wet when she
turns her attention to them for even a moment. So, she (meaning
me, the author) hasn't had to deal with that issue.
But, enough of this blather!. Heather is now about to go on
another adventure or two, so hang onto...or gently begin
fingering... you get the idea.
HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES PART 20
BY "RAMAPO"
Heather sat on the edge of the bed and carefully folded the
cleaned leather top and placed it back in the box. Traci had
left only a few hours before, ending their day of games with
Heather the Mistress and Traci the more than willing sex slave.
Even now, as tired as she was, Heather felt a chill go down her
back at the thought of the power and excitement she felt in
guiding Traci from one sexual encounter to another, always being
sure Traci was getting more pleasure than Heather was demanding
in return.
It amazed Heather to see how responsive Traci had been to
being a slave, taking orders, performing sexual acts on her body.
Traci had clearly been deeply aroused the entire time. And, it
scared her. She had never before had such control over someone
else. She was tired, and felt confused. School would start soon
and she felt off centre. And the Summer's internship experiences
hadn't exactly helped her settle down.
Into the box she placed Susan's note, and replaced the
cover and placed the heavy box high on the shelf in her closet.
She stood staring at it for a long time, then closed the door to
the closet. At her desk, she took out some personal stationary
and wrote a long note of thanks to Susan. Knowing she would want
to know, she put in some of the details of the games she and
Traci had played, how wonderful they had been, and promised a
personal recounting of the night and day soon. She sealed the
envelope and placed it near her purse and bag.
She wrote another short note to Traci. "Traci, dearest; I
had a wonderful, erotic time with you this past day. In fact,
the sex and spirit of the day were both fantastic and scary to
me, somehow. I think I've tapped into some part of my
personality that I know little about. It has left me both tired
physically (smile) and emotionally and I need to sort things out
before school starts next week. I'm going down to my folks'
place at the beach till the end of the week. I'll be by when I
get back. I'll miss you. Love, Heather"
She locked the door, dropped the note to Susan in the corner
mailbox and stopped by Traci's apartment on the way out of town,
sliding the other note under the door quietly, then driving down
to the beach.
She stopped for food and a couple of beach read books and
soon was settled in at the beach house for the week. She made
sure all the doors were locked and everything was as it always
was, then went for a long, long walk on the beach. Just as she
was turning to go back in the darkening evening, she noticed a
man several hundred yards away who was doing something with a net
in the surf, but she couldn't make it out. Tired, she turned
back.
After a late meal, she cleaned up and decided to get cleaned
up for the night and then read for a while. Usually, she enjoyed
showers as a chance to not only get clean, but enjoy the spray on
her sensitive skin, particularly the areas around her nipples.
Her hands and fingers would always generate a large amount of
lather from a bar of soap, then spread it lovingly and gently
over her body, lingering everywhere her long fingers would
remember were special. Showers always ended with a satisfying
orgasm to release the tension built up from all the teasing.
Tonight, the shower was brief. Pulling on a long cotton
nightgown and drying her long hair, then brushing it out. She
settled into the living area with one of her books and a glass of
wine, with soft music playing on the radio. And then, after only
a few hours, she put out the lights and slid into the sheets of
her bed. Skipping her usual ritual of a long build-up to a
clitoral orgasm to help relax her, she closed her eyes, hugged
her favourite stuffed animal to her, and almost instantly was
asleep.
And the week was much the same. Long walks, reading, some
TV, some shopping for more food. She knew she was down and
needed a change. But couldn't put her finger on what it was.
Two days before she left the beach, she went for another long
walk and again spotted the stranger casting a net into the surf.
This time, she walked down and stood and watched. The man was
not much older than her, with a lean swimmers build and not a
trace of fat anywhere on his body as he worked. On the sand were
large glass jars in a holder on some sort of sleigh with a rope
to pull it.
"Hey! Would you bring out one of the empty jars?"
Heather pulled one of the jars from the holder and waded into
the surf until she reached him. He flashed her a dazzling smile
and took the jar from her. "Thanks. I'm Eric."
"Heather. What are you doing?"
"Plankton count in the surf for doctoral research. Every low
tide. This is the easy part. Then time to do the counts." He
looked her over.
"You're very beautiful!" He had to shout over the crash of
the surf. He was quickly filling the jar from the output of the
net and replacing the lid.
"Thanks!" And she almost told him he wasn't bad looking
himself. And shocked herself at the mere thought. She never
dated men. They never asked her. Or did she let them know
somehow they were wasting their time?
And then they waded out of the surf and Eric put the jar into
the sled and looked up. "Every see plankton?"
"No. I mean, not live. Pictures on TV."
"Come join me up at the cottage and you can count some for
me. I'm going blind. Just up here. No funny business,
promise." Eric looked at her confidently and started to pull the
sled without waiting for her answer.
And she was going to say no from reflex, but stopped herself
and followed along. The cottage turned out to be an old one from
the 1950's, run down, but having that air about it from the days
when all there was out here was sand, water, and the fishing.
Eric put the jars down and began to make up slides with practised
ease while she watched. Putting one into a microscope, he
adjusted it and slid out of his chair.
"Here. Now I focused on one right in plan view." His hard
chest pressed into her back as he leaned forward to work a
control on the microscope. For the first time in a week, a spark
of excitement pulled on her nipples and she felt her pussy get
warm. God, it's a GUY for God's sake! Calm down. You never get
interested in guys. But the contact was getting all her
attention and she was having a hard time concentrating on the
slide, or her words.
"Yes, I see it." It looked like a miniature shrimp, almost
transparent.
"Good. Now run these controls slowing all the way from stop
to stop, then turn this control one quarter turn, and then the
other stop to stop, until you have looked slowly at the entire
slide. Count every plankton you see."
And he pulled away, leaving a burning sensation on her back
and she wanted him to return. But she started to count. And for
an hour, he handed her slides and she counted. As she got
better, it went faster. Two hours later, they were done and he
finished recording the data in his field book, and went and
opened the refrigerator.
"Beer or wine?"
"Wine would be nice. Why count all these plankton?"
"Well, I am building a theory that the numbers are decreasing
for certain reasons and I need baseline data to support it. My
thesis is due in six months and I haven't even finished the
research yet. This is my last chance for data. I go to school
at a university over on the other coast, but a friend had this
place for the Summer, so here I am. Wrong coast, but the theory
should be valid regardless of the ocean or beach."
He handed her a glass of wine. "And you?"
"Junior at the local college. Art major. I worked the
Summer as an intern for an ad agency doing multimedia graphics
and that sort of thing. I have to be back at school in two
days." She took a long drink.
"Umm. I'm starved. Would you agree to stay and have dinner
with me? I'm a good cook and would love the company." He looked
very hopeful.
"Yes, that would be nice. I've been alone all week myself."
Damn, she shouldn't have told him that. But, he seemed harmless.
After all, he hadn't made any moves yet, anyway.
And dinner he did fix. Five courses, and it was all
delicious. They laughed and horsed around in the kitchen making
it all and then cleaning it up. And suddenly, they were back in
the living room standing facing each other and she was
wondering....
"Listen, I know I said no funny business, and I'm a man of my
word, but my soul is never going to let me have peace the rest of
my life unless I at least try to kiss the most beautiful woman
I've been lucky enough in my life to meet."
He approached her and she knew she wanted him to do it, so
she tilted her head back and he kissed her gently, lingeringly, a
hand on each of her shoulders. He finally pulled back and gazed
into her eyes.
"Wow. My soul..."
"Eric, my soul is never going to be at rest unless your
soul," she put her hand on his hard chest" is completely
satisfied. Kiss me again." Gosh, what am I doing? she wondered
as she was saying it.
And he did. This time, his arms went around her and her full
chest flattened against his, the contrast of soft on hard adding
to the flood of new sensations now flooding her loins. She
missed the swell of another woman's breasts pushing on and in
between her own, adding to the wonderful cushion of flesh between
their bodies. His cock was hard now and pressed firmly into her
stomach. For her, also a completely new sensation. And one that
had her pussy beginning to drip.
His tongue worked her mouth roughly and wetly, and he moved
to her neck. Her breath was already coming in short gasps and he
pulled away. "Heather, I really meant..."
"I know. It's my choice. Love me." And they moved together
then walked to the back bedroom and he pulled her to him again.
The kissing was more urgent and he rapidly pulled the buttons on
her sweater open and pulled the sweater from her. As he saw her
breasts for the first time, he quickly began to suck the nipples
and she felt the sparks shooting. But he was going from place to
place too fast, leaving her hanging and wanting more at each
tender spot she was focusing on. And then, the sensations were
somewhere else and she flowed toward them, then again he moved
on.
"Slow down!" she wanted to scream, but he was now pulling
off his shirt and shorts. His cock was standing straight out
and, while not overly large, was nicely shaped. She reached out
and took it in her hand, caressing it slowly. Maybe a slow hand
job will give him the idea, she thought. She backed slowly onto
the bed and sat down.
He joined her in the bed and moved over her, kissing her
breasts and quickly moved to rubbing her pussy with sand
roughened fingers, pulling and scratching her slightly. And
then, he moved her legs apart and he began to mount her. She was
not really ready. Wet, very aroused. But, it was so fast. Not
like....
Somewhere, somehow a condom had made its way onto his cock,
and he penetrated her quickly. She groaned at the suddenness of
her organs being moved rudely out of the way and he tightened his
arms around her. His weight pressed her down, and his hips began
to pump, her pussy raising and lowering to meet him. Her clit,
now beginning to extend, was being pinched against him each time
he slammed down, and hurt instead of sending her flying. But the
sliding of his hot cock inside her was good. Very nice.
Definitely better than her toys. Well, most of them, anyway.
And none of them generated all this heat. God, he was a hot
poker inside her. She moaned.
Toys can't duplicate that heat, she thought in quick moment.
Enjoy this. You've always wondered. Eric, slow down. Please
slow down. I want to experience the sensations and learn to go
with them.
He was missing all her cues and drove on, his tempo picking
up. Concentrating her own passion was finally rising to meet his
at last and she felt the familiar warm tunnel of lust begin to
suck her down into it. But, his hard buns under her hands and
roughness of his hands kept distracting her, slowing her slide,
blocking her relaxation. This could be so nice, so different,
but she was not in control here.
And then, without warning, he came. He stiffened and shook,
pelvis driving against her hard several times. And then, he
rolled off her.
NO! I'm not done yet! Just a little more. Shit! Shit!
Her brain was screaming at him. But it was over. He rubbed her
arm a few more times, and kissed one nipple. Her pussy was
aching for release and she felt totally frustrated. Soon, he got
up and dressed. She cleaned herself up and also dressed and went
and joined him in the living room.
And she found she had nothing to say to him. He seemed
uncomfortable that she was still there, so she suggested she
leave.
And he walked her back to her cottage in the dark and kissed
her and said, "That was the best. I can't believe I just meet
you and have to leave in the morning. Let me write my address
for you. There. I'll call you at school. Promise." And he was
a dark shape walking down the beach.
"So, Heather my dear," she was talking to herself as she
walked inside, "you wanted to know all these years if it would be
different with a man? Any questions?" And she laughed. And
stood at the top of the steps in the doorway still trying to make
out his shape in the distance. And she cried a little. It was
textbook. Very nice, but....yes, very nice in a way. Not long
enough. And now, she was amazed she could still feel him up
inside her. A phantom cock, still pushing at her insides,
sliding in and out. Definitely not long enough. He'd never know
what he just walked away from. She could have gone all night if
only knew how she felt and how aroused she'd been and known how
to please her.
She cleaned up and showered, dried her hair and went back out
on the darkened porch and sat with her feet up on the railing. A
very gentle breeze blew her skirt up and the tendrils of wind
teased her pussy and the backs of her thighs. Her hair blew
around her in the wind, and most of it ended up covering her
breasts. The very long pink nipples stood up against the cotton
fabric of the thin blouse, but she made no attempt at self
stimulation. She sat that way for a long time and went to bed
and fell instantly to sleep.
The next day, she cleaned up the cottage and emptied the
frig, and read on the beach and swam a lot. The beach was
totally deserted now, so she felt a bit lonely as evening came.
Dinner also included a bottle of light wine and she went to bed a
bit tipsy.
In the morning, she packed her things, locked up the cottage
and left the key with the real estate office on her way out. The
long drive back to her apartment was uneventful. She put her
things away and discovered two messages on her answering machine.
One was from her Mom. "Hi, dear. Just to let you know we're
back from our trip and it was great. We had a message here from
Traci saying you were at the beach for the week and needed to be
alone. I hope you are fine and please call me when you get in.
Traci sounded a bit worried about you. You know she cares a
great deal for you, and frankly, I think you two make a darling
couple. Call me."
"Darling couple?" She knew they were lovers? How? She had
only mentioned Traci a couple of times in letters, or on the
phone. Well, the cat was out of the bag now, she thought. Mom
wanted to talk about her lover.
The second call was from Traci. "Hi. When you get back,
stop over and tell me what's up. Missed you all week. A LOT!
See you later, I hope."
She dialled home first, taking a deep breath as the phone
started to ring. "Hello?" It was her Mom.
"Hi, it's Heather. I'm back from the beach and ready for
school tomorrow."
"I'm so glad. Sounds like you had an exciting Summer and I
can't wait to hear all about it. Suppose we drive down next
weekend and all go out to dinner?"
"That'd be great Mom! I've missed you and Dad all Summer.
Seemed strange to be out on my own and never get to see you."
"We felt the same way and talked about you everyday. By the
way, why don't you invite Traci to join us."
Ah. There was the other shoe. "Mom, I mean, we
never...you've never said anything..."
Her mother interrupted, "Dear, I've known since you were
thirteen and the only friends you ever had were girls. I used to
have to change your sheets almost every morning once your
hormones kicked in full time and you started to masturbate and
had someone sleep over!"
"MOM!"
"I don't mean to shock you, but you must think we're blind.
Anyway, you're not the first in the family, so I think we know
how to handle everything. You have our full love and support,
always have and always will. I will miss planning a wedding,
though!" She laughed.
Heather thought about Eric in that second. "Well, don't be
too quick to eliminate that. I. Well. I don't think it's just
girls any more. I'm a bit confused about that right now." Wait,
did she say not the first in the family? Who...?
"Oh. Well, whatever is the right answer for you will be fine
with us, you can rest assured. Now, don't forget to invite
Traci. Got to run. See you next Saturday night. You pick the
place."
"OK. I'm sure Traci will love to come. I hope you like her.
See you then!"
And she hung up. And sat for a long time thinking about
Traci, Eric, boys, girls. And decided one thing for sure. She
was horny as hell. And felt back to herself.
It was late as she pulled up at Traci's apartment house. She
could see from the windows that the lights weren't on, not a good
sign. When alone, Traci lit up the place like a stage for fear
of burglars and rapists. So, for certain, she wasn't home. And
her car wasn't anywhere to be seen. Just in case, she walked up
the stairs and stopped at Traci's door. There was a note taped
to the door just above the knocker.
"Heather, if you stop by, I'm over at my sister's. The
directions are below. They are having a pool party and invited
me at the last minute and, since you weren't back yet, decided to
go to help me unwind before classes start tomorrow. I HAD hoped
to unwind with you (hint), but it looks like a missed
opportunity. If it's not too late, come on over and have some
wine and we'll at least chat. Traci"
Heather looked at her watch and decided it was too late, but,
Traci wasn't back yet, so, she'd stop over anyway. The
directions were easy to follow and in twenty minutes, she pulled
up in front of a nice big house with a big lawn. Traci's car was
still out front! Great!
She got out and started toward the house.
Traci picked up her watch and held it up to see the watch
hands by the dim lights in the pool. It was almost midnight and
she had waited out here hoping Heather would come. Now, she was
horny, and worried about Heather. A very gentle, cool breeze was
wafting over the pool now, ruffling the top of the water, green
in the pool lights. The other guests were gone and her sister
just told her to close up when she left. She sat in her two
piece suit and looked at her hands. She had let the nails grow
all Summer and was proud of how they looked. She knew long nails
trapping Heather's long nipples drove her wild and she had
planned to tease her all night in the pool. But.
It was at that moment she knew, sensed, that Heather was
there. It was her scent, that wonderful scent that she gave off,
a combination of hair shampoo, perfume, and that unmistakable
punk of a woman in heat, mixed together. Her heart skipped a
beat and settled into an increased rhythm. She lifted her head
and saw Heather standing at the end of the walk in the darkness,
just short of the pool deck.
"I didn't think you would come."
"I got back late, and Mom, well, I came right over when I saw
your note. I missed you."
The two of them walked toward each other, smiling. With
every step, Heather felt her legs get weak and her pussy fill
with lubrication. They met and Traci took her smoothly into her
arms and they kissed. A deep, longing, erotic kiss with two
tongues dancing in and out of each other's mouths, saliva pouring
back and forth between them in some heady brew that heightened
their arousal. Both of them were breathing through flared
nostrils.
Heather's breasts were on fire to be rubbed and pinched. She
rubbed herself vigorously against Traci's equally full tits and
moaned into Traci's mouth.
"Traci, please take me. Fuck me. God, please fuck me. Now,
right here. I can't wait. I want you so much."
A sharp thrill ran down Traci's spine at these lust filled
words. Heather's mouth covered her's again and they sucked and
tongue fucked each other for another minute. Then, Traci pulled
back and turned Heather around. In a second, she released her
top and pulled the ties on her bottom, and stood naked. She
eased her swollen boobs against Heather's back and the heat in
them felt like a branding iron against Heather's skin, through
her blouse.
Traci moved close and whispered in her ear. "I will fuck you
till dawn, if you want it. I need you too. Close your eyes and
let me fuck you, suck you and love that outrageous body of
yours."
Her fingers were working slowly down Heather's front, rubbing
her breasts and now hard nipples against the insides of her arms
as she worked the buttons on the blouse free. She eased the
blouse up out of her shorts and the last button came free. She
eased back from her and ran her now long nails up Heather's back
to the bra strap. Heather moaned loudly. The bra catch came
free in an instant, but Traci made no move to remove the blouse
or the bra. She ran her nails down the back from the nape of her
neck to the top of her shorts, then around her sides and across
the top of her stomach. She could feel Heather tremble from the
touch on her skin.
Moving closer to her again, her own breasts flattened once
more against the trembling girl and her hands now traced up the
stomach and eased the bra cups loose, first from one breast, then
the other. Very slowly, tickling and tracing patterns on the
bottom of the heavy orbs becoming exposed.
"Oh, shit. That's SO NICE! I'm soaked. please. don't make
me wait. I need it. Oh, God." It was all a groan an Heather's
body began to almost glow from the heat she was producing.
The bra cups were now pushed up on top of the large swollen
tits and finally, she closed both hands underneath both breasts,
lifting them lightly, and closing a long extended nipple between
each thumb and index finger nail. She tightened her grip and
Heather shuddered. Her breasts were on fire in Traci's hands.
Traci finally let her right hand move down and release the
snap at the top of Heather's shorts. She unzipped the zipper
half way, and eased her hand down over the hard, flat belly, then
the tips were in Heather's bush, so thick and wonderful between
her fingers. Her fingers moved on and Heather was already
humping her hand, trying to hurry her. She tightened her fingers
around the left nipple and twisted it.
Heather's attention went back to her breast and the electric
sparks pouring from the nipple across her chest, just as Traci
slid two fingers smoothly between her cum slick lips and into her
pussy to the second knuckle.
Heather began to go tense and shake and Traci knew she was
going to cum and eased another finger inside and spread them,
letting Heather's pussy clamp down on the pressure. Heather
felt her inner thighs get white hot and heat pour into her pussy
and up her stomach as the orgasm hit her.
"I'm cumming..." it was a whisper as the wind was driven
from her by the intensity of it. Traci worked the spot just to
the side of Heather's clit that she knew Heather liked better
than any other place to be touched. And Heather stiffened again
and groaned very loudly as she came twice more in rapid
succession. And then, Traci just held her as she came down a
bit.
Heather turned and hugged Traci, her head on Traci's
shoulder. "That was so nice. Nobody does that like you do. I
felt so fucking horny."
"Would you like to go for a swim?"
"I didn't bring a suit with me."
"Don't need one. Look at me! Anyway, I'll go in and kill
the pool lites and let Sis know we'll be out here for a while.
Don't go away now!" She gave her a kiss and Heather took her
right breast in her hand and began to gently knead it, finally
pulling it into her mouth.
Traci groaned and pulled her head into her tit. "Yes, I need
that too. Let's get to the pool." And they separated and Traci
grabbed a towel to wrap around herself and ran to the house.
Heather went to a lounge chair and sat on the edge, her open
blouse and bunched up bra still where Traci had left them, her
shorts just barely hanging on her hips. The feeling of Traci's
hot breasts on her back was still very much there, as well as the
feeling of pressure from those talented fingers deep in her
pussy. She closed her eyes and just sat, re-experiencing those
feelings.
Suddenly, Traci was there by her. "Here, we'll put some oil
on first. You'll like this, I bet. No, let me undress you. You
know it makes me crazy to strip you. I'm hot for you already,
so this will make me really jump your bones.
Traci closed her eyes and finally, felt the feather touch of
Traci's fingers as she eased the blouse back slowly of one
shoulder at a time and then slid it down her arms and off. Then,
the bra, one cup at a time. The fingers gently tracing alone the
skin of her breasts, the sides, the tops, the hard tips, and down
her arms as the straps went free.
She heard the glug from a bottle and then Traci began to
smooth a thick layer of oil over her shoulders and neck. Taking
her time, she worked the oil slowly down her back and arms,
stopping at the top of the shorts. Pouring more oil, she very
slowly worked it into the top of Heather's front, and then down
ever so gradually onto the swelling orbs finally, palming each
nipple and rubbing in into the firm tits until the nipples were
standing straight out, fully erect. Traci felt her pussy flood
from the sight and feel of these erotic pencils of flesh, longer
than she could ever have imagined a woman could be. And so
tender and sensitive. The feel of them deep in her throat made
her almost cum as she sucked on them briefly, ignoring the oil.
Heather was sinking into the satin feel of the oil. It made
her skin warm, even in the cool breeze. Her breasts were hot
inside and Traci's slow steady actions were getting her very
turned on again. Traci pulled her slowly to her feet and then
eased the dangling shorts off her, exposing her naked, very wet
pussy to the cool air. It was a wanton, delicious feeling.
Traci continued to lather on the oil, working down each leg
and back up, then the other, and finally, standing pressing
against Heather's well oiled side, worked a copious handful into
Heather pussy and ass crack, lingering over her asshole, finally,
sliding her oiled index finger inside just to the first knuckle.
The silky, satiny feeling was almost too erotic to stand, as
though her body senses had gone into some totally new level of
pleasure. And she floated inside the pleasure, feeling the cool
breeze, feeling her exposed parts tingle.
"OK. Now me. Be quick, I want you in the pool." Traci
whispered in her ear.
Heather opened her eyes and realized just how dark it was
with the pool lights off. She took the bottle and spread oil on
Traci as well, also making sure she took care to oil Traci's
pussy and ass very well. And she returned the favour and inserted
a finger deep into Traci's ass and began to wiggle it. Traci was
moaning and her pussy was running down her oiled leg.
"Oh, honey. Ummmm. Nice. Pool. Let me do you in the pool.
Keep that thought." And they slipped their arms around each
other and walked to the end of the pool and stepped down into the
water.
Again, it felt entirely different from before. The oil kept
her skin hot inside, and the cooler water felt like it was a
layer away from her now silken skin. Traci stopped her when they
were waist deep. She could feel her pussy tighten against the
cold, but inside her molten loins stayed just as hot.
Traci, facing her with their boobs pressing into each other,
slowly worked the pins out of Heather's long hair and then, every
so gently, let it down her back, separating it with her fingers,
it's rich fullness accented by the slick oil on her fingers.
Heather felt the hair on her back, and as it always had, she
felt her arousal increase and her chest go tight from the
sensuous feeling on the skin of her back and upper ass as the
hair became wet and drifted back and forth over her tight, oiled
buns.
Then, Traci took them deeper and told her to float on her
back. Heather loved to float, and she just laid back and put her
arms out with legs slightly separated and began to float. Traci
gently began to guide her around the pool as she floated. Every
few seconds, her hands glided over Heather's legs, or stomach, or
breasts, but only for a few seconds at a time and never in any
pattern. Heather's skin was cool in the water, and the skin
tightened around her swollen breasts, which felt molten hot
inside. The nipples, puckered tight in the night air, were
standing up like spikes and the wetness left from Traci's roaming
fingers would cool in the night air and they felt almost
painfully tight. Her state of arousal continued to climb as she
floated in a state of near ecstasy. Her pussy was swollen
inside, but the lips remained tightly sealed by the cold water,
trapping the growing pool of cum and adding pressure inside her
cunt. As much as she wanted to have an orgasm, the buildup was
so intense she wanted it to last forever.
After almost thirty minutes of this, Traci guided them both
over to where the pool filter pump was jetting an output of water
from the side of the pool. Positioning them both a safe distance
from the intense jet, she opened her own legs wide and felt the
tendrils of pulsed jets of water on the back of her ass and on
her pussy, now fully swollen from her own arousal from touching
Heather's voluptuous body. As her own orgasm began a slow
approach, she moved Heather's legs wider apart and pulled her
gently toward her, parting her tight pussy with two fingers and
moving them deeply inside the hot confines, her trapped cum
seeping past them as she worked them in and out of Heather. She
kept one hand under Heather's butt and gently guided her back and
forth onto her fingers, fucking her on her hand, gradually adding
a third finger.
Heather felt the pulses of water touching her ass and pussy
as Traci moved her around. Almost in a sort of sexual trance at
this point, she felt the silky touch of Traci's hand grip her ass
and begin to move her back and forth, and then two fingers slide
inside her tight pussy and she began to quiver in the water from
the rapid buildup to orgasm. As another finger slid in, she came
with a great shudder, a wave of white hot heat filled her thighs
and spread up her stomach, then to her chest and face, and
finally, she was floating in a cushion of heat from the orgasm
that seemed to last forever. Traci continued to stroke her pussy
and clit and the fire started again and she moaned into the night
air. Traci was soooooo good at fucking her. She wanted her to
fuck her forever. Make this last forever. Silky skin. Cool
air, hard nipples, tight pussy. Forever. At that moment, she
had never before let go some completely to her own desires and
sensations. She was Traci's to do with as she pleased.
Completely.
As she finally came down from her intense arousal, she weakly
regained her legs and they hugged. Heather led her to the deeper
end of the pool and forced her to swim back to the deepest end,
just under the diving board. And they kissed as they tread water
slowly.
Then, Heather took a very deep breath, and simply slid down
underwater, using Traci's ample figure for hand holds, sliding
her fingers between Traci's legs and sinking down in front of her
pussy, she moved Traci's legs far apart and pressed her lips and
tongue into Traci's tight pussy, parting the lips with her
tongue.
Compared to the cool water, the hot tongue felt like a fire
brand as it entered her welcoming pussy, and Traci gasped out,
"God, yes, fuck me with your tongue. Make me cum. Oh, Oh, Yes.
Ohhhh...." She tried to concentrate on treading water, but was
rapidly approaching her long delayed orgasm.
Heather surfaced to get air, and they kissed again. Traci
held her close with one hand. "Eat me, honey. It is
unbelievably good. Do me. I need you to do me so bad."
Heather slid under and again she began to savage the now
swollen clit with her tongue. Her wonderful fan of hair moved
around Traci's stomach and ass and was adding to the tingling
rapidly racing through Traci's nervous system. Traci was now
quivering and trembling and having trouble keeping her head above
water. Heather took one last big gulp of air and this time, as
her tongue slid deep into her pussy, then up to her clit, Traci
came with a groan and slid under water with Heather still at work
between her legs. Only the desperate need for air forced them
both to the surface where they hung on the side of the pool
hugging each other.
And they repeated the events, only this time Traci floated
and Heather did her in the end, and Traci ate her in the deep end
and Heather came so hard she almost passed out underwater.
Satiated for the moment, with their arms around each other's
waist, they left the pool and began to dry off with some towels
Traci had brought out. They carefully wiped each other dry, and
pulled the towels tight around each other and twisted them to
stay above their ample bosoms.
Heather spoke first. "Where did you learn that trick? It
was fantastic. I loved it."
"Not telling you. I have to have some secrets, after all.
And you, with that underwater tongue job, I couldn't believe I'd
actually orgasm, but I sure did. I thought I'd drown, and didn't
care!" They both laughed.
"Mom and Dad are coming down next Saturday and want you to
join us for dinner. Mom is calling us a couple now and wants to
meet my lover." Heather was looking at Traci from the corner of
her eyes to gauge her reaction.
"That sounds very nice. I'd love to meet them face to face.
I suppose she told you I called to let them know where you were?"
"Yeah. You are a worry wort. But, something did happen at
the beach I need to talk to you about. Maybe later this week."
"OK. We need to get cleaned up and head back. I have
classes to teach and you, you have to listen to me! At
least one of us should be awake. There are showers in the back
of the house and the door is open."
Heather was relieved the Traci was so relaxed about her
parents. Yes, she was her lover. Not just some casual sex
thing, but, a real relationship. She stood there looking a Traci
and leaned forward and kissed her hard.
"We are lovers, aren't we?"
"I should hope so, or else I'm in love with the wrong
person." Traci said smiling, and she kissed Heather back.
And Heather reached out and snatched the towel off Traci and
turned and raced for the showers. Traci gave a whoop and chased
after her, laughing. And they were still laughing as they soaped
each other up and began that magical dance of fingers on breasts
and pussies that brought them off again and again with such
relaxed ease.
Maybe nobody would be awake in class. Who cared?
(To Be Continued....)
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