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Story 81 - Heater and her adventures by Ramapo - parts 9 / 12 (F/F,FFF, FFFF, Mast, Lesbian, Rommate, Panties, Toy, Anal)

         Heater and her adventures.

PART 9

In the rest room, they all had drinks. Sue gave her another drink of the bitter potion she had had earlier, then washed it down with orange juice. In a few minutes she began to feel her energy returning. Sue was very hot, but restrained herself from letting Heather reciprocate here in the room. She gently touched and patted Heather, occasionally touching the didlo in her ass and giving it a tweak or two. Once, she pulled it out over an inch and let it go. Heather, jerked and her ass tightened as she pulled it back inside. Sue led her over to a side room and closed the door. Lifting Heather's dress, she produced another fat, short dildo and a waist chain and as Heather opened her legs, slid it into her very wet cunt and attached the waist chain, pulling a third chain down through and attaching it to the asshole finger ring and the pussy dildo. Lowering her dress, she instructed Heather to walk around the room. As she did, the swing of her hips pulled at the dildos, pulling them out slightly, then pushing and popping them back in a rotating circle. In seconds, she could feel herself get even hotter.

Sue led her back into the room and slowly walked her around the room. The dildos were pushing in and out and going round in rhythm and different directions, giving every nerve in her ass and pussy almost constant strokes. Heather began to groan and tremble. Her eyes were blurred from the strong emotions rippling through her ass and pussy. She tried to stop walking, but Sue guided her on, stoking her ass and side. Hot come was flowing down her legs under the long dress as she lubricated uncontrollably.

"Sue, I'm going to come right here in front of all these people. Please let me stop. Oh, God. Unnnnn. Ungh. Mmmmm. Ownnnnn." She was about to go over the edge when another woman came over and began talking. Sue was forced to let Heather stop walking. Heather's eyes were glazed over and her breathing was coming in short gasps.

The other woman was still talking. "Heather? It is Heather, isn't it?"

Heather's head began to clear and the voice began to come through. It sounded familiar. As her vision cleared and focused, she realized the woman in front of her was her art professor, Traci Henderson, from the college. She suddenly felt embarrassed and nervous. She was standing in front of one of her favorite people with her chest hanging out, dildos up her ass and twat, hotter than shit and struggling to keep from passing out from the sexual tension.

"I didn't realize that students knew about this, well, this place."

"We, I mean, I didn't. A friend of mine had an invitation and she invited me too. I've come to see why it's kept such a great secret. Are you a member?"

Now the professor looked nervous and hesitated. "I wouldn't want anyone to know this, you understand, but yes. I joined several years ago. I can't afford to come often. Pardon my pun! I meant come here often. I guess that's an oxymoron as well!"

"Well, I'll never get a chance again, I'm sure, but I'm having such a fantastic time, I'll never forget this night, I'm sure Sue will be sure of that."

"Come along."

Sue had begun to move her along and the dildos began to work their magic again. In just a few steps she began to find it hard to concentrate on what Traci was saying. Traci was looking at her and from the trembles rippling through her, realized that she was very hot and about to come. She slipped one hand under her other arm and helped Sue support her.

She'd dreamed about sucking her wonderful boobs and pussy. "Let me help you." Traci whispered in her ear. She barely heard her, her head was spinning as her cunt and ass took control of her.

Heather gave a deep grunt and stumbled as she came. Her knees buckled under her and only Traci and Sue kept her from falling. She shook and moaned. Traci found a way to fondle a breast as they held her. It was as firm and desirable as her dreams had inspired her to believe. Teaching with this girl in the front row each class was a major effort of self control. More than once she had to change her panties after class as she got hot and lubricated.

Sue said, "Another movie is going to start, we have to come along now." Traci removed her grip reluctantly and watched Heather walk away slowly, Sue in attendance. Heather looked back and gave her a shaky grin, her hips already causing her pussy and ass to pump and twitch as they rounded the corner out of sight. Traci's attendant took her arm and they went off in the other direction. She triggered the vibrator strapped to Traci's cunt and clit and before they reached the other side of the room Traci came. Recovering and gaining her senses, she slipped a deft finger up her assistant' ass and they left the room, hips bumping and twats soaked with come.

They returned to the booth and Sue carefully removed the dildos from Heather, who had come again in the hallway. Heather faced Sue and, very gently, removed her bra and panties. She kissed her very gently on the lips and began kissing her and rubbing her tits and side. Sue was shaking, hot with desire. Heather worked each nipple and finally, began sucking on each one, pulling it gently into her mouth and running her tongue around it. They were hard as bullets now and Sue was close to coming. Heather lowered herself onto her knees and, kissing her way down her belly and to the top of her bush, began to run her tongue into the top of her twat and giving her clit a probe and lick. Sue cried out, gasping each time Heather did this. Her head was back and her back arched and she came. Heather held her pussy against her mouth and continued to suck and probe. Sue groaned and orgasmed again.

"Suck me honey. Gooooooood. Oh. Gooooood. Mmmmmmm. Unnnnn. Unnnnnn. UNNNNNNN. Ungh Ungh Ungh." She was coming again. An entire night of servicing Heather's hot pussy, ass, and tits had worked her up hotter than anything she had every experienced.

Heather finally guided her to a larger overstuffed chair that had been placed in the compartment, and they stretched out in it, intertwining their legs, chests pressed together, heads together. They stoked each other as the movie played, coming from time to time as the stoking became more intense.

When morning came, they returned to the social room and Heather was able to dress to leave. She gave Sue her address and, against the rules, Sue gave her her's. And with a final, deep kiss for Sue, Heather, Janet and Jean left in the early dawn. Back at the dorm, Heather collapsed and slept twenty four hours. She dreamed about Sue.

PART 10

It was three weeks into the school year and the abnormal heat wave was continuing. Heather was taking art again as the last subject of the day, long after her other classes were over. It became clear from the first day of the semester that Traci, her professor, was trying to get her attention. Heather had made it a point to sit in the first row.

Traci was starting to wear very sexy clothes to class. Low cut blouses and short skirts to show off her very long, tapered legs and nice ankles. Her chest was full and was the billowy type that shimmered as she walked, each boob taking on a life of its own as she moved. Heather noticed that from time to time Traci would walk around with a bounce in her step that was a little more than absolutely necessary, particularly right in front of her seat. She would cast sideways glances at Heather to see if she was looking, which of course she was.

Heather did in fact find Traci very attractive and a turn on, but was unsure how to proceed, given this was her professor. Finally, she decided that if Traci was going to tease her with a tits and ass show each day, she could play the game as well. She'd see just how hot she could get Traci and try to force her to make the first move.

The next day, having planned her approach, she wore a very short black leather skirt and a very shear pullover top that just barely covered her uplifted boobs. Over that, she pulled a blouse. In art class, she unbuttoned the front of the blouse, but kept it closed. Traci arrived in her hottest outfit yet. It was a shear white silk blouse that bordered on being transparent except for two strategic pockets that were mostly failing in their attempt to cover her ample chest. Her dark nipples were still faintly visible. She had on jeans that were skin tight, sat low on her hips and were creased deeply into her crotch. The boys in the class were whispering amongst themselves even more than usual.

Heather, as usual, found Traci's bouncing breasts turning her on as Traci walked around getting ready to lecture. Finally, she came up to the podium in front of Heather, gave her a warm smile and started class. About ten minutes into the class, Heather casually pulled her blouse back to reveal to Traci her own wonderful, firm tits, swelling against the straining fabric, separated and surging out, offering themselves to Traci. Moments later, looking up from her notes, Traci caught sight of the straining tits only four feet from her. Her heart skipped a beat and she lost her place in the lecture and fumbled

around for her notes. Memories of how that wonderful tit had felt in her hand a few weeks ago during that chance encounter came flooding back. Heather leaned forward to block the class's view and began to trace her finger round and round her nipples. Soon, they were swelling and sticking up. Traci, trying to keep her composure, began to talk a little faster and her voice went up slightly in pitch.

Soon, Heather had both tits standing up like miniature mountains and she leaned back and took a slow deep breath. They seemed to open up and reach out to Traci, who was in deeper trouble now, constantly loosing her place and having to repeat herself. Heather continued to pretend she was taking notes and hanging on every word. Traci had a line of sweat standing on her lip and her hand was shaking slightly as she continued to lecture. Try as she might, her eyes kept coming back to Heather's chest like a magnet. She suddenly realized that her own nipples were very tight, and glancing down, saw that they were sticking out like thumbs, dark and now very visibly tenting through the sheer blouse. Her pussy was also swelling in response to her growing arousal and even the slightest movement in her jeans was now rubbing her turgid clit, sending waves of heat through her belly and electric shocks up her spine. She was shifting from one foot to the other, her clit responding with waves of pleasure. Boys in the back of the class were staring now at her chest, their own cocks beginning to strain in their jeans. Concentration on book art in the class was going down rapidly, that was for sure. The other girls in the class could sense something was going on, but didn't know what. It was clear that the teacher was really putting on a real show up front.

Heather continued to casually tease her nipples when no one was looking, arousing herself mightily in the process. The minutes ticked away and the class stumbled from one artist to another with Traci starting and stopping.

About one minute from the end of the class, Heather leaned back in the chair, slid down slowly to the end of the seat, and, with Traci now staring, slowly opened her legs. Her skirt had slid all the way up to the top of her thighs. As her legs separated, the fact that she wasn't wearing underwear became instantly visible. Her own swollen twat separated and the lips opened out like the petals of a flower, offering her juicy wet pussy to Traci. Her clit, swollen magnificently to over two inches, lifted into full view like a young boys cock and stood proudly, twitching as sensual shocks traveled back and forth up Heather's spine.

Traci looked down at Heather's cunt, opened to her and began to stammer and babble, her concentration finally totally blown. Her notes were a blur to her and she just stopped talking and stood trying to shuffle her notes and regain control of her swimming senses. The bell sounded and the students packed up and left, looking wonderingly at each other and shaking their heads. Heather quickly pulled her blouse together and stood up, books held strategically in front of her. As she walked by Traci, she gave her a warm smile, a wink, and bounced out of the room. Traci stood rooted as though transfixed. Moments after Heather left, and still planted at the lectern in the now empty classroom, she continued shifting from one leg to another with her clit on fire. Her belly tightened and her breath caught in a grunt and she came, head down, nostrils flared, hands gripping the edges of the lectern, eyes closed. Hips jerking spasmodically to the waves of lust pulsing through her, she came twice more in rapid succession, her crotch turning dark with come as it poured from her, as it always did. It was another ten minutes before she gathered herself together well enough to pick up the scattered papers and walk back to her office.

Heather headed for the nearest girls' room and let herself into a stall. She got herself off twice in seconds. Yes, two could play this game. The only question was, who was winning?

Heather only teased Traci once or twice after that. Heather was always able to get the upper hand and once Traci had to end the class early to hide her arousal. The effect was that Traci rarely wore super revealing clothes to class anymore and things settled down to a uneasy truce. But Traci never made the move Heather hoped for.

In the Fall, Heather came into the upstairs art studio late one Saturday to work on a painting. Traci wandered in and, spotting Heather working, came over. There was tension between them, but Traci did nothing overt. Heather ran out of paint and Traci volunteered that she had some more in the center drawer of her desk and Heather should help herself. The other students had packed and left by now as Heather went up and reached over and opened the drawer. Spotting a tube of paint, she stretched over to get it, but it slipped out of her grip and bounced under the desk too far for her to reach. She went around and found the paint had gone all the way to the very front of the desk, which was an old wooden one and was solid to the floor on the front and sides. Heather got on her hands and knees and went under the desk to get the paint.

At the precise moment Heather ducked under the desk, Traci had come over and went around to see what was going on. Just then, the head professor of the art department came in with a tall stack of folders under his arm. A crotchety man, not very attractive, Traci was terrified of him. He twice had suggested she was entirely too casual in her relationships with her students, wore suggestive clothing, but had stopped short of actually suggesting she had affairs with them. She didn't know if her actually had any evidence about the affairs, but she HAD been dressing very erotically all semester. As he had great power within the faculty, she didn't dare do anything overt to antagonize him and force the question into the open.

In a split instant, Traci feared that if Heather came out from under the desk, the professor would have what he thought were the goods on her. Traci pulled up her chair and slid up to the desk, trapping Heather underneath. In the suddenly dim light, Heather could hear the professor's voice and sized up the situation quickly.

He was saying they were going to have to go over all these folders and no, they couldn't do it later. It had been put off too many times. Heather, realizing they might be hours, noiselessly twisted herself into an Indian squat, facing Traci, head down slightly.

There, she was facing directly into Traci's twat, totally exposed to her because Traci had slid in with her legs open to allow room for Heather, and now, couldn't possibly close them again. In addition, Traci had pulled herself up tight to the desk to block any possible view the old man might have underneath. She could feel Heather's breath on her thighs and, in spite of her instinctive fear of exposure, found her pussy tingling.

It was almost ten minutes before Heather finally succumbed to temptation and the warm smell of a hot pussy and began to slowly stoke Traci's legs with her fingers. Traci began to panic at the thought of this young girl playing with her lower parts while the professor was at the desk, but could think of no way to stop it without exposing herself to his wrath. She steeled herself and tried to concentrate on what he was saying.

Heather could smell the rising punk of Traci's hot, wet pussy and realized that Traci had no underwear on and she could see right up her short skirt. A wet, swollen pussy with a mass of dark hair was hiding up there, waiting for her tongue. Heather set about inching up Traci's skirt so she could have access.

Traci tried every way she could to stop Heather, but slowly the skirt was moved up and her pussy more and more exposed. Traci was beginning to feel more aroused and could feel herself beginning to lubricate copiously from the feel of Heather's hands and her cool breath on her cunt. She slid up to the desk even tighter to be sure the professor couldn't see, which made Heather's task even easier. This had the additional effect of placing her full billowy breasts out and on top of the desk and gapping her blouse further open to reveal a startling amount of cleavage. The top button strained to contain the weight. In her hopes to attract Heather, Traci had unbuttoned even more of her top buttons than usual to expose her chest in a peekaboo style. Now, her chest was pushing the cloth to one side. Only the merest sliver of fabric now covered her nipples.

The professor, never having approved of her dress style, never-the-less had to admit the woman had a very sexy shape, far better than any woman he had been with. As he put down a folder they just finished with, his eye caught sight of her boobs, straining out to him, just inches away from his finger tips and his pulse quickened. What could this woman be thinking? Surely, she knew he had tried to have her censured for her inappropriate dress. But, he said nothing and picked up another folder. He would ignore this breech of decent standards and demonstrate appropriate behavior.

Traci was unaware of her now exposed boobs, being totally distracted to events below the desk. Heather inched forward slightly and began licking and biting on Traci's inner thighs. She slowly worked her way up each leg, alternating, until she was just a fraction of an inch from this wonderful, swollen pussy, now very wet, just waiting to be eaten. Traci braced herself for the next step, a hot tongue on her clit, but instead, Heather worked her way downward again. Soon she started back up and Traci found her arousal beginning to grow in leaps and bounds. In response, her boobs were swelling and the nipples hardening and extending. This was putting even more strain on the flimsy fabric and a button gave way gently, one nipple partially exposed itself. The professor was now all too aware that the woman sitting opposite was in an increasingly aroused state, her breathing becoming shallow and irregular. Her chest was flushed and her nostrils were flaring, eyes half closed and a dreamy look kept crossing her face. Then, he spotted the exposed nipple and his semi-erection became even harder, pulsing as it slid down his pant leg, past the end of his boxer shorts. It was oozing drops of thin lubrication down his leg, but he didn't notice.

Traci gradually realized through her growing lust that the professor had stopped speaking and was staring at her.

"Is...some..thing...wrong?" She found she had trouble putting the words together. Heather was within a half inch of her cunt and her breath was hot on her wet pussy lips again. If that girl didn't stick her tongue up her soon..... A shiver went up her spine and her breasts rippled and jiggled.

The professor found it hard to tear his eyes away from her. Finally, making a mighty effort to rise above it all, he said, "No. Let us continue. Are you feeling all right?"

"I've never...felt....more aware...of.. how...nnn.. I...feeeel..in...a...very...long...time." She ended in a gasp and her eyes half closed again. A look of shear lust crossed her face.

Heather was slowly licking the cunt lips, up and down, licking up the copious fluid flowing now from Traci's well. Traci's lower half was developing a life of it's own, twitching and pumping in reaction to the nerves being set on fire between her legs. Tremors were racing up and down her spine. She was leaning forward even harder against the desk, trying to control her body movements. The only real effect was that both of her breasts were now completely exposed, nipples swollen and erect, pulsing erratically in rhythm to the pulses flying up and down her backbone.

The professor was now fully aroused from all the action. The smell of this woman in heat filled the room and the heat in his groins swelled to the point almost of pain. In spite of his attempt to stay detached, a hand strayed down to rub his erection. This had to end, but he didn't know how. The woman was clearly very hot and getting hotter, but had made no sign to him that he was in any way to be involved. She apparently was having some sort of sexual spell and was completely aroused. His own lust was answering her's.

Traci was being whip-sawed as Heather's tongue continued to trace the swollen fullness of her pussy. Heather was hot herself and soon began probing with her tongue deep into Traci's hole while a hand down her jeans found her own swollen clit..

"Unnnnnnnnn.....", Traci tried to make sense.

"What did you say?"

"I. I... said ....Nnnnnnnnn. NMMMMMMM...", she felt herself ooze into the tunnel of sensations that meant she would pop out the other side in orgasm. Unlike a man, there was no way to pinch off the flow and block it.

The professor's hand stayed in place and picked up speed.

Traci could feel her back beginning to stiffen. Her breasts were shimmering and shaking as the muscles in her body trembled and shook. Her breasts lifted clear of the desk and separated, offering themselves out to him, waves of jiggles bouncing them around as her body shook and trembled.

Heather had no where to move, but her pussy was soaked and on fire. She could feel the orgasm building in her cunt as her clit shot sparks to her brain each time she stroked it. She got two fingers inside and began to pump her twat. Her own body wanted to release, but she fought it.

Traci knew she was going to come and Traci gave up the fight as Heather's tongue hit every nerve that counted and Traci stiffened as the moment arrived in a rush. Her flat stomach rippled as she went out of control..

Her eyes were shut, mouth open, head now back, hands gripping the edge of the desk. His eyes moving between the bouncing tits and the lustful look on her face, the professor's hand moved faster and faster, his cock feeling like it would explode from the tension.

Her lower half was now rigid and then it hit her, rolling from deep inside, pumping wetness out onto Heather's waiting tongue, rolls of passion flowing up her belly and bouncing her tits in a wild pattern.

"Ughnnnnnnn. Gunnnnn. Gggnnnnn." She grunted and moaned softly, completely unaware she was making noises.

Under the table, the cunt spasm that grabbed Heather's tongue set off her own orgasm and she shook and moaned very quietly into Traci's cunt, which blocked the noise.

His rock hard, straining cock could take no more and it exploded down his leg, again and again. The professor was shaking and trembling, his hand still stroking the pumping cock, eyes fully on this totally sensual, exposed woman. He himself had never been so hot in all his life.

Heather's tongue worked even harder and before Traci could come down from the first orgasm, she was thrown into another, even stronger than the first.

"Goooooddddddd. Ung. Ung. MMMMNNNNNNn...", she was sweating and shaking, her ass bouncing on the seat, thrusting into Heather's mouth.

The professor calmed down and was shocked to find he had just jerked off in front of this still climaxing woman and was now in an unseemly state, with his pants stained dark with running come. The woman was still in an eyes-closed trance of lust, shaking and moaning, apparently having one orgasm after another. Seeing his chance, he quickly picked up his papers, held them in front of his now limp cock and large wet stain, and departed as quickly as he could.

Traci was unaware he left, being deep into a third orgasm that hit her, moving up her spine and exploding deep in the base of her brain. She groaned loudly, stopped breathing, and then, passed out. Hearing the professor depart, Heather finally stopped and managed to push the chair back slightly on the tile floor and crawl out. The professor was no where to be seen and Traci was sprawled in her chair, her chest out and hanging down below the desk, blouse open, unconscious. Heather straightened Traci up, sucking hard on each nipple, then buttoning her blouse and pulling her skirt down. The bottom of the skirt was a pool of pussy juice. She lowered Traci gently onto the desk on folded arms, picked up her things and left the classroom.

Traci awoke shortly and tried to figure out what had happened. Heather was gone and there was no sign of the professor. She could only fear the worst. How could she have let this happen? She departed knowing she must have lost her job, but in the next few days, the professor's attitude toward her had apparently totally changed and she found she now had a strong ally in the department, exactly the opposite reaction she expected from him based on her behavior.

And she still hadn't found a safe way to seduce and bed Heather. The hot little bitch had now made her come in her class and then taken advantage of the situation to eat her out right at her desk right under the eyes of the department chairman. More than ever, she was determined to fuck her before the end of the semester. Every time she day dreamed about Heather, her nipples hardened and she heavily lubricated. Now a hot, wanton woman, she went from day to day conspiring to fuck her. Her turn had to come soon.

PART 11

Jean came by a week later and they chatted for a while and went to a movie. At the end of the evening, she finally broached the subject she had really come over to talk about.

"Listen, my younger sister Betty is here at the college this year, a freshman. She's pledging one of the sororities and they have to go through hell night in a week. It's one of those things they do to scare and embarrass them. In this case, they are a pretty straight house, but hire a bunch of local lesbian housewives to come in for the evening and, well, they blindfold the girls in motel rooms and these women come in and make love to them. Most of the time the girls are OK afterwards and everyone has a good laugh, but as far as I know, my sister is pretty straight and I think it's going to freak her out. I thought, maybe we could take some of the shock out of it if you were to, well, take her out and show her it's not so bad and make her more at ease about it."

"Well, I can at least meet her and see if she wants to talk about it. She could always not pledge the place."

"She feels she has to go through with it or Mom would be mad at her."

Two nights later, Traci waited in the student union and soon spotted Betty looking around for her. She waved and Betty headed over toward her table. Betty was a blond and very pretty. In spite of being in jeans and a sweatshirt, it was obvious she was at least as well built as her sister, with even bigger tits and just as tight an ass.

They introduced themselves and chatted about school for a while.

"My sister said you might be able to give me some tips to help me get through hell night."

"Well, it depends. What is it that bothers you about it."

"I heard. Well, I heard that they do perverted things and make you feel like you want to die afterwards. I'm not sure I want to do this."

"Well, I think it all depends on what you consider perverted, I guess. Why don't we go somewhere else more private and talk."

"O.K."

They went over to an apartment rented by a friend of Heather's, who had gone out for the night. Heather opened a bottle of wine, poured two glasses and handed one to Betty.

Betty got right to the point. "I've never had another woman touching me, you know, I mean sexually. I just never did anything like that before. I'm not sure how I'd react to someone, I mean a woman, doing well things like that to me."

"Have you ever touched another woman in a sexual way?"

"No, never. I mean, Several of my girl friends have fooled around a little at sleep overs, but I never got involved." She drained her glass and poured another one.

Heather said. "If you want to go through hell night, you have to be at ease with being toucheda little."

"I don't know what to do. I just don't think women are supposed to be like that with each other."

"Look, I think I know a way to get you more at ease. Do you trust me?"

"I think so. I mean, I don't think you'd hurt me. My sister said she considered you very close and I respect her opinion of people."

Heather started going around the room, turning off the lights. Finally, she turned off the last one. It was very dim in the room, but she could see Betty sitting on the side of the sofa. She came over and sat next to her.

"I want you to undress me."

"What?"

"Take my clothes off. It'll help you be at more at ease."

Betty hesitated, but finally, fortified a bit by the wine, she put her glass down and started to unbutton Heather's blouse. She eased it out of Heather's jeans and slid it down off her shoulder and off her arms. Heather had on a blue lace teddy and her big tits were straining at the top. Betty was a bit surprised at the large tits in front of her and even more surprised at her sudden arousal from seeing them, but tore her eyes away.

Her jeans came next and Heather stood up to help her, her flat stomach and pussy right in Betty's face as she worked at the snap and zipper. Easing them off her hips, she slid them down to the floor.

She hesitated.

"Now the teddy." Heather whispered.

Betty slowly reached in between Heather's legs and found the snap. The heat from Heather's pussy was hot on her fingers as she fumbled and released the bottom of the teddy. Standing up, she eased the straps off Heathers shoulders, then, her hands shaking a little, slid her fingers alongside Heathers breasts and pulled them free. Now she really stared. They were almost as big as her own, but rode even higher on her smaller frame, making them seem even larger. They had large, swollen nipples, uplifted on the ends. Her face flushed, but she eased the teddy down off Heather and then she was naked. Now they stood, Betty finding it hard to take her eyes off Heather's tits.

"You have a great shape."

"You mean I have great tits and you wonder what it'd be like to touch them."

"I don't..". It was true, she did want to touch them, and felt very confused.

"Yes you do. It's perfectly OK. I don't mind. Play all you want. I think it's healthy to like someone else to think you're sexy and want to play with your body. My tits just love being rubbed and I do it to myself all the time. Don't you?"

Betty bit her lip as she tentatively reached out and ran a finger over the swell of Heather's right breast. It was as firm as it looked. When she reached the nipple, Heather sighed and Betty looked up. Heather's eyes were closed and she had a dreamy look on her face. Betty began running her fingers and then her palm over the wonderful breasts. Heather's breathing was getting ragged. Betty was surprised to find herself even more turned on. Finally she stopped and Heather opened her eyes.

"Now it's my turn."

Betty trembled, but did not stop Heather as a finger began tracing the heavy fullness of each breast through the fabric, finally circling each nipple until it began to tighten and stand up. Betty's breathing began to tighten. Heather said, "Now, let's get rid of the sweatshirt." She reached down and peeled it off over her head, then sat back down. Her fingers now traced the same curves on the bare skin and Betty felt her chest beginning to tingle and the nipples ache. After several minutes, Heather began to lightly pinch and pull on each nipple and Betty gave out little moans, in spite of herself. Her eyes were still closed. Heather stopped and Betty finally opened her eyes. Heather handed her her wine.

"Well?"

"I did like that, I must admit." She laughed softly. "If that's all they do, the worst is that I might get turned on. Hell, I can handle that."

"Well, they probably will go a little further than that. And you should be prepared. Let me show you."

She leaned forward slowly and pulled one of the still swollen nipples deep into her hot mouth and sucked gently on it, running her tongue around it and over the sensitive tip. The warm wetness of her mouth and the pulling and rubbing hit Betty in little shocks between her legs. In seconds, she was lubricating again. Her hand came up to move Heather's head away, but the sucking continued and instead, she found herself pulling Heather into her swollen boob and closing her eyes. God, this felt sooooo good. Heather was leaning her head back, pulling the heavy breast up and away from Betty by the swollen nipple, now trapped in the wet suction of her mouth. Betty could feel her twat tingle and she shocked herself by beginning to moan loudly.

Heather then moved over to the other tit and then began giving each equal time. Betty got more and more turned on. After a few minutes and with a great effort of personal control, she pulled back. Betty was trembling and had a dreamy look on her face. She opened her eyes.

She whispered, "That was VERY nice. Gosh, I wish boys knew how to do me like that. All they do is rub them a few times and then want to screw. Well, is there anything else they could do? I mean, I don't want to be surprised and grossed out."

She pulled Betty's head down and said, "Suck on me."

Betty didn't hesitate, but pulled a nipple into her mouth and pulled. She wasn't sure how to do this right, but was gentle and used her tongue like Heather had on her. Every since she had exposed Heather's chest, she had surprised herself by wanting to suck on these nipples. She was surprised and fascinated at the nipple growing longer and longer in her mouth.

"MMmmmmmm. Goood. Ohhhh, suck it a little harder. Thhaaatt'ss reallll gooooood. Mmmmmmmm. Ohhhhh..." Heather was beginning to babble a little as Betty's now very eager mouth pulled her nipple out to full length and then washed it over and over with a hot raspy tongue. Betty could hear Heather beginning to gasp a little and finally stopped, staring at the two inch long nipples pointed out at her. She eased forward and her own tight nipples rubbed against Heather's. She rocked back and forth and from side to side and they rubbed against each other.

"Our boobs are hot for each other. Our nipples look like little cocks. Mine have never stood out like this. They hurt a little, but this feels good."

Heather found this sudden eagerness not exactly what she had expected.

"Is there anything else they might do to me? I mean, as long as we've gone this far, we might as well be sure there isn't anything else."

Heather stood her up and unsnapped Betty's jeans and pulled them down. Betty stepped out of them. Heather slid her finger around the top of her panties and slid them off, brushing her pussy with a finger. Betty stiffened. Boob sucking was one thing, put fooling with her twat was a little beyond the point she suddenly thought she was willing...

"Sit down" She sat.

Heather began rubbing the inside of her thighs while looking straight into her eyes. Each rub brought her closer to Betty's crotch and Betty began to anticipate what was going to happen next. And it did. Heather let her finger lightly touch the twat and then began to trace the lips, already slightly wet from Betty's arousal.

Betty's hips jerked and began to try to thrust at Heather's finger. Her pussy was on fire from the first touch and Heather began to push a finger between the lips and was met with hot come, soaking her fingers. Betty moaned and gasped. She was always a little horny, and now she was being finger fucked by an expert.

"Oh, my. Oh, my. I need to ...Ohhh... Mmmmmmm. " Heather's finger slid up into a very tight twat to the second knuckle and began working in and out. "Yesssss. OH. YESSSSS. Fuck it, Fuck it." She had her hands on Heather's shoulders and got hotter and hotter. She had leaned back on the sofa and now Heather was leaning over her, two heavy breasts hanging in her face. She added another finger and Betty groaned loudly.

"Oh, Heather, please make me come. I need to come. Pleeeeease. Oh. Oh. " Heather went to her knees and replaced her finger with her tongue. Betty was shocked to see Heather go down and start to eat her, but the first rasp of her tongue on her aroused clit drove her even deeper into her passion and her back stiffened. Heather grasped her hips and drove her tongue deep into her, flipping the tip in circles as she went in and out. Betty was humping and shaking, falling back against the rear of the sofa, her head back, back arched and ass coming off the seat.

"Gunnnnnnnn. Suck.... Oh, shit. Fuck.. fuck..FUCK I'M COMING....!" She humped and came into Heather's mouth. It was followed by a second orgasm. Finally, they stopped and Heather sat by her side, sipping on her wine and stroking Betty's arm.

Betty sat up. "I. I guess I got carried away." She couldn't look at Heather.

"Did you enjoy that?"

"Yes. No one's ever made me come like that, ever."

"Well, that's the worst they will do, as far as anyone knows."

"You mean, make me come like that?"

"Yes."

"I won't have to, well, do that to them in return?"

"I doubt it, you'd have to cooperate too much for that to happen. They can do you, but you don't have to do them, if you know what I mean."

"But, I mean, maybe they could make me. I think I should be prepared to do it."

"Well, like I said, I don't..."

"I'm not taking any chances." She pushed Heather back and went to her knees. "They could make it a test or something." With only a moments hesitation, she parted her legs and went up between them. She stared at the damp twat in front of her, closed her eyes and eased forward, tongue out. The sensation was both pleasing and wetter than she expected. But she worked at it eagerly and soon Heather was gasping and humping against her mouth and tongue.

"God, Betty, you are sooooo goooood .. at....thissss. Oh. Mmmmm. Mmmmmmm. MMMMMMMM." She humped harder and harder and came, waves passing up from her cunt to belly. Betty, her unusually long tongue deep in Heather's twat, felt the muscles tighten around her tongue and try to pull it inside. She was barely able to keep up with Heather's uncontrollable humping and thrusting against the passion in her cunt. The sudden large flood of come was unexpected, but she swallowed it all. She finally pulled out and looked down at her tits and found herself very aroused again from getting Heather off.

"Look at my tits, shit, I'm horny again."

"I know, it always gets to me too. And with girls, there's no waiting." Heather leaned her back and ate her again, very slowly. This time Betty started to whimper and moan, legs wrapped eagerly around Heather's head, holding her in position. Then, finally coming with grunts and a shriek, a copious discharge shooting into Heather's mouth, eagerly awaiting it.

The rest of the evening went quickly as they drank more wine and played with each other some more.

They parted with a kiss and Betty made it into the sorority with ease. She complained and bitterly denounced her experience to all the other pledges and sorority sisters, but then snuck over to Heather's dorm room and told Heather she had gotten the other woman off six times in two hours and came four times herself. She still had the woman's come stained panties as a prize, pulling them out of her jeans. Heather laughed, locked the door and stripped her pants off and they ate each other for two hours until Betty had to stop from shear exhaustion. From then on, her sex life took a decided turn upward. She had never anticipated her Freshman year would be quite so active, or different. Heather bought her some Ben-Wa balls and taught her how to use them. Jean commented that Betty had never smiled so much and that she was glad that the talking to that Heather had given Betty had helped her so much.

Yeah, Heather thought, I gave her a real tongue lashing.

PART 12

It was near Thanksgiving that Betty and Jean both invited Heather to join them over the holiday at their Mom's house. Their mother was divorced and lived alone in a big, rambling house. Neither Jean or Betty knew that Heather had slept with both of them and Heather, in her usual private way, did nothing to pass that information on. As a result, the ride in the car was pretty plain fare as the conversation stayed to boys, school and music. Nobody dared make a move.

Just as they were about to enter the house, Jean took Heather off to one side and said, "My Mom's kinda overprotective, so expect some mothering. She's always been very liberal in her views, so just about anything goes in this house. I guess I mean, don't be surprised by her. She'll do anything for you if she likes you and I know she'll love you. Come on, lets get you introduced and settled."

The opened the door and were greeted by a much younger woman than Heather expected. Neatly dressed in a tight sweater and very tight jeans, she had an excellent figure, very pretty face and thick and long dark red hair, like Jean. It was very easy to see where they had gotten their great bodies and hair.

"Mom, this is Heather."

"I'm so glad you could come home with the girls. I've so wanted to meet the woman whom I've heard so much about."

"A pleasure to meet you too. Your daughters are really good friends of mine. Thank you for the invitation. With my parents away, I expected to be lonely over the holiday, but you've saved me from all that."

Heather was given the large guest room right next to the master bedroom and the other girls went to their rooms over in another wing of the house. It was a beautiful room with it's own TV, VCR and a library of movies, books. Briefly scanning the collection before she left the room, she notice it leaned heavily to porn, both soft and hard and she had never heard or seen most of them.

Dinner was casual and then they all went out to a movie and back home. Carol, the mother's name, brought out a large bottle of wine and poured four glasses. "To our new guest on her first night." They toasted. The talk turned to every subject and finally sex. Heather was surprised at how casual everyone was about it and was a little nervous that her name might come up, but Jean and Betty talked about boys and some light flings instead. It was a particular point that Heather never had luck attracting boys, since she dressed down and was very quiet and kept to herself. Occasionally, however, one of the girls would catch her eye and smile knowingly when they thought no one would notice. Once, Heather thought she notice Carol glance over at her curiously, but if was only for a fleeting moment. They all were a little tight when they headed for bed.

Heather took a hot shower, dried her long hair and settled down in her room. Finding herself relaxed, but not sleepy, she popped one of the porn movies and watched.

It started out with a new, cute guy, moving into his new apartment and a very cute girl spotting him and offering to help. He had a very nice build and had a tight t-shirt and jeans on. She helped carry in a few packages and they chatted and smiled at each other a lot.

Later that night, as he finished taking a shower and was putting on his jeans, the doorbell rang and when he answered it, it was the girl from upstairs and two others, introduced as roommates. They had food, wine and beer and had come to welcome him.

As their coats were shed, he was treated to three very sexy outfits and lots of exposed skin. One in particular had small breasts, but the were almost completely exposed in a very low cut t-shirt top. Another had very large breasts that were moving heavily under a lose fitting half top that flashed the lower half of them every time she moved. The third was in a halter that lifted and framed her nice breasts, exposing just the top of each nipple. He was having a hard time keeping his eyes off them as they spread the food on some boxes and everybody had some wine.

The movie cut ahead and one of the women was standing behind him and they wanted to know what he wanted for desert. He smiled and reached out and pulled her down to him. She laughed and pulled her top aside so he could suck her nipple. They got him to his feet and pulled him out into the middle of the room so they could get his pants off. As they moved them down off his hips, a very nice, hard cock lifted clear and the girl in front of him began to lick and suck on it. Another was rubbing her breasts on his back and he was kissing the third. His eyes closed and as all the sucking began to get to him, the woman giving him a blow job turned around and backed into him. A hand reached out and guided the stiff, throbbing prick into her waiting channel. With a wiggle of her hips, she backed onto him in two lunges. His hands moved to grip her hips and the camera showed the lust on her face as his cock began to pump her strongly. Shortly, he moved to rubbing the pussy of one and kissing and rubbing the breasts of another. The moaning was getting louder and the fucking got stronger and stronger. The woman came with frenzied humping. She had a lustful, almost tortured look on her face as she twitched and shook. He pulled out and pulled the woman next to him onto the floor, he lay on his back and the woman mounted him in a sitting position. She began to slowly roll her hips in a circular motion.

"This is a good one. Now watch how hot the other woman gets as he eats her out."

Heather was startled to realize the Carol had entered the bedroom from the joining door and was standing behind her chair.

She swivelled around and said.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. I'll turn it off." She was a little embarrassed to be caught watching the movie by the girl's mother.

"You don't have to stop watching. And you didn't embarrass me, honey. Keep watching. Look. Doesn't she have beautiful full breasts? Look at them sway from side to side as she rocks back and forth. There, his tongue just went up in her. Look at the bitch start to heat up. You can see him whip her clit and see her jump. God, Heather, she is so hot now. Her nipples are hard. See her hips starting to jerk around. They can't fake that. She's getting done sooooo good." Her voice had dropped to a whisper.

Heather was surprised at the running commentary as Carol looked at the screen. She moved up alongside the lounger and perched on the arm, leaning back and putting her arm up behind Heather's head. The chatter continued, and Carol's voice began to show she was getting very turned on.

"Oh, she's getting it now. See her lick the sweat on her lip? I'll bet she's just dripping gobs of hot come into his mouth. The one getting fucked is going out of her head. There, oh, see that big cock going in and out of her? He must be in eight inches and she is humping like she wants to ram it up to her throat. She's starting to come.. Oh.. she's coming..."

Carol was breathless. Her hand had drifted down on top of Heather's head and was stroking her hair. She was already turned on by the movie and this warm body stretched out next to her was adding to the effect. One of Carol's large tits was exposed as the wrap fell away. The nipple was turgid and the breast swollen from her rising passion. Heather looked back to the film, trying to keep from staring, not sure how to act about this.

"Now, eat her. Really give it to her. That's it. So, hot. Tits bouncing. See her want to pull on her own tits but is crazy with need so she can't concentrate. Hips thrusting. Oh, her pussy is so hot now. He must be in her three inches with that tongue. Look at the lust on her face and her nipples come up. Now..she's going to come...deep...commmming..there she goes...commmmmmingg.. oh...", she was breathless, whispering.

The woman on the screen moaned loudly over and over and jerked back an forth, head back, spine bent stiffly.

Heather needed to get herself off to relieve herself from the deep arousal she felt in her cunt, but didn't dare touch herself with Carol there. Frustrated, she sat quietly.

The first woman pulled the still hard cock out of the second woman and began to suck it. In seconds, he shot a large squirt of cum deep into her mouth and she swished it around and swallowed it. The next shot was treated the same, but she kept the rest in her mouth and then kissed the big breasted woman and they shared the cum with their tongues, deeply french kissing with cum running out over their lips. The movie ended with the three leaving and kissing him goodbye.

"Oh, dear, why can't men eat and fuck like that in real life? I'll never know. That one woman is a hot bitch, don't you think? I'll bet she could fuck him to death and still need more. Why, did the movie get you hot and bothered, dear?" She was staring at Heather's large, erect nipples, intrigued by their extraordinary length.

"I'm sorry, I always get real horny watching these things. There's never anyone around to solve that problem, either."

"You come with me young lady, I have just the fix for your problem", she laughed lightly.

She walked out of the room and Heather hesitatingly followed her into the master bedroom.

Carol walked over to a dresser and took out a box and went over to the bed.

"Don't be shy, come get in bed and meet Fred."

Heather sat on the edge of the bed. The top came off the box and out came the largest single dildo Heather had ever seen. Top like a small tomato and a twelve inch, thick shaft, it had a small wire coming out of itat the base. The wire ran to a control unit of some sort that Carol took out of the box. The box on the floor, she turned to Heather and said, "Meet Fred. You've seen dildos before?"

"Yes, of course, but not one so large."

"Don't worry about that. Fred takes some getting used to just this first time, but then, well, he'll make you want to come all night. This control box let's him do all kinds of tricks. Now, let's get you comfortable. You aren't embarrassed, are you?. We have no secrets in this house and we don't tell tales either. We just have a good time."

She re-arranged the pillows and pushed Heather back so her ass was lifted onto a pillow and top slightly lower. Her legs were open and tits shifted slightly to each side. She could barely see Carol, who had moved around to the end of the bed.

Carol's head appeared between her legs and the lights dimmed almost to dark. Heather felt the head of the dildo begin to rub on her inner thighs, already tingling from the anticipation. Carol began her by now familiar steady narrative.

"My, what a beautiful cunt you have. And you are randy too, from the look of the come wet hair and pussy lips. Fred is going to be very nice to you. You smell so sweet, I'll bet you taste delicious. My, you are already running onto the sheet. Such a waste."

She ran her finger over the sheet and lifted it and put it into her mouth. "Ummmmm, yes, your pussy juice just as sweet." She was looking down at her twat and now the head of Fred was passing over and around her twat.

"Fred takes a bit of patience to arrive. He wants to fuck your little pussy, and he is starting to go inside your dark hole."

Heather felt the head of the dildo begin to part her twat and the pressure increased as the large head moved harder and harder against her. The pleasure was great, but just as it became slightly uncomfortable, the head passed inside and her twat closed on the only slightly thinner shaft. The large head was now in the pleasure canal, pushing her parts aside.

"Ohhhhh. That's ...fuck.. Oh... it's big... ohhhhh..."

"Beautiful. Fred wants to show you his tricks now. You won't mind if I lay beside you and teach you all Fred's tricks, will you?"

Carol slipped off the wrap, exposing her luscious body. She slid up and sat indian style next to her, control box in hand.

Heather waited in anticipation, beginning to feel that this unusual woman clearly had the situation completely in control and wasn't going to let her go until she had been properly fucked by this mechanical monster. Her pussy was straining and stretching to accommodate it's size. Her clit was pulsing.

Carol moved a switch and suddenly, the dildo head expanded slightly, then the swelling moved down the shaft in a rolling effect. As the swelling rolled downward, she tingled inside and her twat tried to grip the dildo, As a result, it moved slightly up, deeper inside, giving her a deep sensation of pleasure between her legs and up her belly.

"Ohhhhhhmmmmmmmm....."

The dildo, repeated the motion.

"Ohhhhmmmmmmmm......"

"Fred smells your hot pussy and wants more. He's going to go up inside you to places you never dreamed could be fucked."

Heather's hips were trying to thrust against the slowly penetrating tool. As six inches disappeared Carol pushed another control and the head of the dildo began to revolve slightly in a random pattern, leaning from one side to another. The sensations of it moving up deeper and deeper were intensified by the extra motion.

"Is your twat excited?"

"Oh, gosh...that's....so gooooood. It's fucking me... Ohhhhh.."

Her hips were lifting.

Now it was in seven inches. Slowly, it wormed and pushed against the resistance deep inside. Heather was beginning to quiver and tremble as waves a passion rolled from her cunt and through her body. It was flooding her mind. Carol's voice came from a distance.

"It's a nice slow fuck like you've rarely ever had, I'm sure. No man could do this. Oh, dear, you are very hot. My nipples are hard just watching your lustful body be fucked. My cunt is wet and wants to be fucked. Oh, your nipples are so hard. Your pussy smell fills the room. You fuck so beautifully."

Eight inches. "Unnnnn. Unnnnn. Ughnn.... I...fuck...shit.. I need to cum....oh...oh. oh...oh... Carol, I need to cum.. I can't stand this...make me cum. please ohhhh... UMMMmmmm...."

"You will cum soon. I will help you." Carol's mouth closed over the long nipple and Heather whimpered and babbled.

Nine inches. Her hips were thrusting and shaking, jerking to make Fred move faster, to fuck her harder, but it continued its methodical assault and her passion continued to build to a peak she couldn't believe. She needed to cum so badly.

Ten inches, it's advance was to the very depths of Heather's belly and her groaning became louder and louder. As her back stiffened, it arched off the bed. Fred was in almost eleven inches, worming and pulsing and her cum was pouring out around it. She pulled Carol's head down harder onto her tit.

"Make me cum! Make me cum! Please! I can't stand it! I'm going crazy. Please." Her voice was desperate. Carols finger brushed another control and the dildo began to vibrate quietly, it's pulsations traveling through her groin in waves.

Her breath caught and the orgasm hit her and she lifted ten inches off the bed. Carol was biting and sucking. She drifted from one orgasm to another for over ten minutes until Carol stopped the motion and sat stoking her arm and side. Heather found it difficult to clear her mind. Just as she began to focus on Carol's face, the dildo started again.

"Oh. No. I can't..All done. I'm awash in cum. Exhausted."

Even as she said it, the heat in her loins grew and she began to twitch and react.

"The evening is young, dear. Here, suck on me a little. You've made me so hot. Ummm..."

Heather found the heavy breast in her face and the nipple brushing her lips and her groin spasmed with pleasure and she pulled the nipple into her hot mouth. Carol gasped with pleasure.

This time, the dildo went even slower and Heather took even longer to cum, almost passing out from the endless passion that stretched every nerve in her body for minute after minute. Carol was now stroking her own pussy and Heather was pulling alarmingly hard on the nipple from reflex, lost in her own passion.

Just as Heather started to twitch on the very edge of another orgasm that refused to release in her, Fred suddenly flooded her insides with a hot strong discharge. As the hot sensation rolled through her belly, she released, groaning very loudly deep in her throat. If her mouth hadn't been full of breast at the time, she could have been heard all over the house.

Carol was very hot and she reached down and stoked her clit rapidly and came, her flat stomach rippling with waves of release. Her own discharge flooded the bed beneath her. Seconds later, she came again.

Some minutes later, she removed Fred, carefully wiped it off, refilled it from a special bottle of fluid and replaced it in the box. She carefully helped Heather back to her own bedroom, tucked her in bed and gave her a big kiss. "I really don't know how you girls stand being in school and being so horny all the time." Heather gave her a small smile and was asleep instantly. This was not exactly the kind of mothering she thought Jean had meant, that was for sure..

Both rooms smelled of sweet hot lust as Carol changed the sheets and spread out. Yes, her daughters did have a very good friend. And about the best breasts she had ever sucked.

The next day was the holiday, with a big meal to prepare and guests, mostly aunts and uncles. After dinner, they all spread out through the house and Heather, away from her family, found that she felt lonely and not very much into things.

She drifted back to her bedroom to find a good book. She pulled one down, a translation of an 18th century fornication book and headed for a chair. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a small package neatly placed in the middle of the pillow.

Under it was a note. "I suspect you'll feel a little lonely with your family gone on the holiday today. Here's a little something I picked up years ago over in the Orient that might help get you through this or any lonely day. Please keep it as a gift. Sweet dreams." It was signed Carol.

She opened the package and inside were a beautiful set of large very large Ben-Wa balls and a device that was a four inch flexible wand with a slim stopper attached crosswise on one end and a round metal ball about an inch in diameter on the other. The flexible wand was bent in a curve about thirty degrees toward the front. A brief set of instructions was included.

Intrigued, she closed the door to the room and went into the bathroom for some oil. Returning to the room, she pulled her skirt down and eased her panties to her knees, then stepped out of them. Spreading oil on her asshole, she followed the instructions. She started by probing her hole until the muscle relaxed and then, placed the ball on the shaft against the opening and began to apply pressure. Slowly, but surely, her asshole opened and after a half a minute, it popped inside with a small sucking sound. Rotating the slim stopper so the curve in the shaft leaned the ball toward her belly, she slowly eased it inside until the contoured stopper was firmly up tight and trapped in the crease between her tight cheeks, all but unnoticeable in that position. Aside from the mildly pleasant sensation inside her ass of the heavy weight stretching her rectum, she found as she stood up that the shaft stayed firmly in place as she stood and moved around.

Sitting down, she oiled her twat and, after warming the Ben-Wa balls in her hand, inserted them slowly, one at a time. She closed her legs and picked up the directions. These heavy, hollow balls were so large that she felt distinctly stretched and aware of pleasant tingling in nerves deep inside and around her pussy. She pulled her panties and skirt back on and just as she started to read the rest of the instructions, the door to the bedroom popped open and Carol stuck her head in. "Oh, there you are. We're playing a game in the family room and need another player. Come, be my partner."

Well, she couldn't just say excuse me, I've got my pussy and ass stuffed full of the sex equipment you gave me, so, walking slowly toward the door, she smiled and said, "Let's show them who's boss." As she walked down the hall, the heavy balls pressed against her insides and bounced and swayed inside, producing a growing arousal in her twat. The ball and shaft in her ass were almost unnoticeable. She wondered how that was supposed to work. So far it wasn't doing anything that she could notice.

They sat around a table and began to play a board game. Most of the group was trying to also watch a football game behind them on the TV, so the game went in fits and starts. She tried to experiment with the equipment inside her, but the chair only allowed her a small movement, so the Ben-Wa balls only moved a very small amount, nice by itself, but hardly something to get her really hot.

Then, by accident, when she got up to get more popcorn, it felt like the rod in her ass was slipping slightly and she instinctively tightened her ass muscles to hold it. Unexpectedly, this tipped the rod and ball tipped forward, stretching her rectum forward against space between the metal balls in her vagina. The top ball was pushed up away from the bottom one and the bottom was shoved down to put more pressure on the opening, sending a very strong tingle through her twat. Surprised by all the action inside, she relaxed as the tingle spread up her belly. This allowed the rod to move back and the top ball slid heavily down her tunnel and strongly bumped the lower one, triggering another tingle even stronger than the first. It was like having a three ball billiards game going on inside with her cunt as the pocket to shoot for.

All this happened in the three steps to the kitchen and she stumbled slightly, paused to catch herself and made it into the kitchen and back to her seat without anyone noticing the little smile on her face.

In the minutes that followed, she found by experiment that she could simply tighten her ass, totally unnoticeable to anyone else, even Carol sitting next to her. And the motion inside her was repeated, now even stronger, because the sitting position lined her vagina up a little better. As the balls separated and moved together, she found her lubrication increasing rapidly and her pussy swelled, increasing the pressure and pleasure even more. In five minutes, her mind was clearly no longer on the game. Her pussy was on the verge of taking control of her lower body and her nipples were hardening.

"Are you all right, dear?" Carol leaned over close and almost whispered. No one else at the table was paying any attention.

"Mmm. Ah. Excuse me, what did you say?" She had to force herself to pay attention.

Heather clearly had a dreamy look on her face. "I said.. Oh, I guess you found my little present?"

"Yes, I did, just before the game started. I'm sorry, I didn't have time to remove them before you came in."

"Well, let's not get carried away with the family here. You have a lifetime to enjoy them."

"I won't. It's very nice. Certainly does perk up a boring day."

They both laughed and the game went on.

Again and again, Heather would start the motion and just at the point of beginning a drive to an orgasm, she would force herself to stop and let her nerves settle down. Carol, sitting so close, could smell her young, hot pussy and was turned on by it, but tried not to show it. Jean and Betty would occasionally catch the dreamy look on Heather's face and glance at each other, but no one else paid attention. They knew that look. Heather seemed to be very turned on, but how? The heavy sweatshirt she had on hid her swollen nipples.

On about the fifteenth time she started the balls going, before she could stop herself, her lower body began to take control. The strong wave of pleasure in her pussy would make her ass tighten, triggering the reaction over and over. It was like her ass and pussy were talking to each other and went into automatic without consulting her. In less than a minute, Heather knew she would orgasm and couldn't no longer stop it. Her belly was tightening and twat pulsing, wetness now spreading widely over her panties. She gripped Carol's leg and tried to push her stiffening back into the chair to brace herself. When it hit, it was a beautiful, powerful, smooth orgasm that sent tingles down to her toes and tips of her fingers. Fighting for control, she suppressed a strong urge to groan and moan. She trembled slightly and the waves rolled out of her twat and up her belly and tightened her chest. As it passed, she settled down and casually looked around the table to see if anyone had noticed, but they hadn't. Actually, Jean and Betty had, but pretended they didn't.

And Carol, of course. "You handled that very well. You'll find you can do that all day long if you like. I need to go put mine in. We'll be a real dream team then." She quickly left the game table and returned five minutes later. Jean and Betty watched her leave and wondered about it.

As the afternoon went on, both Heather and Carol would pause from time to time as orgasms took them, then, breathing slowly to regain control, continued to play the game. Jean and Betty were incredulous that their mother and friend were both sitting at the table apparently getting off in public. More amazingly, now one else seemed to have noticed, they were so distracted by the game on TV. Carol seemed to be having orgasms every three or four minutes or so, much quicker than Heather. Then, toward the end, Heather found that her ass and twat were learning to begin the automatic response almost immediately, so she too began to come quicker and quicker. Soon, she was barely coming down from one orgasm when the next would build in her belly and take her. Her mind struggled to stay with the game.

They finally lost and the game broke up. Heather quickly made her way to her room and removed the equipment and changed her soaked underwear. She washed off the equipment and carefully packed it in her bag. She was already thinking of how to get off in art class in front of Traci. That would have her hopping.

Jean popped in. "God, were you just getting off out in the family room? I mean, how were you doing it? Nobody was touching you." She didn't know how to mention that apparently her mother was also doing it.

Heather took out the box and showed her the equipment and explained how it worked. Jean was intrigued and before she left the room, Heather helped her to insert the rod and balls. Then, tightening her ass as instructed, a sudden look of astonishment and pleasure crossed her face as the motion inside produced its effect. After five minutes, her ass went into overdrive and her pussy had her humping the edge of the chair. As Heather put her arm around her, she began to build toward an orgasm.

"I think I'm .... goinnggg.. tO.. C.O.MMMM !" She shook and moaned loudly. "UUUmMMMMMMMMmmmMMMm."

Calming down, she took the empty box and walked slowly from the room. "I'll bring them back later. I may be late for dinner."

She left, balls swaying inside, clit extended and pussy wet and pulsing. She just made it into her room when another orgasm hit her and her knees buckled slowly and she ended up kneeling on the floor, hanging onto a chair. Yes, she would DEFINITELY be late for dinner.

Later that night, tired from eating all the food and having such an active life all day, Heather headed back to her room. Showering and putting on a see through nightie. Then she picked up the book she had chosen to read earlier. It was actually a very good translation.

A young maiden was taken to her Aunt's in the city for a visit. A comely wench, described as having flowing dark hair to her waist, trim waist, very large bosom, slim hips and nicely turned legs, her Aunt took her under her wing and began to introduce her to city life.

Her version of city life, at least. It seems the Aunt was partial to female lovers and as the innocent niece was taken from party to party, she began to experience sexual assaults of various kinds. Her Aunt responded to her fears and questions about what was happening as things to that all women should expect to happen and enjoy as one of the pleasures that life in the country could not offer her.

At the first dinner party they attended, the niece, Bibi, was dressed in a fine gown of the period, heaving breasts almost totally exposed, waist finely drawn, with full skirts. At her Aunt's instructions, she left off the balance of her undergarments. The night air on her rarely exposed parts was tingly and pleasant.

At the dinner party, all the guests were female and dressed in all sorts of beautiful gowns. She notice that as the women talked, they held hands, or caressed one another's waist or arm. Finding that the women she was introduced to were friendly in this way, she thought nothing of it and joined in as well. The constant rubbing did produce a warm feeling between her legs that she liked.

Dinner was served and it was a multiple course meal in a room lit only with several candles. In the middle of the second course, a brief breeze stirred her skirts under the table, then stopped. Moments later, a warm hand gently grasped her ankle and she started. Remembering that her Aunt had always instructed her to be a lady at dinner and mind her manners, she tried to hide her obvious agitation.

"What's wrong, dear?" Her Aunt leaned over toward her, smiling at her hostess.

"Nothing. I.. I found my dress caught for a moment."

"Remember what I told you, a lady never makes a scene, never. Now enjoy the dinner and show the other guests you know how to behave like a real lady."

The warm hand was sliding up her legs and pushing her skirts ahead of it. It was soft and caressing and actually felt nice, but she wondered what was happening. Who was this under the table? Looking around the dinner table, she noticed an empty chair and remembered that the woman who was sitting in it had been particularly friendly before dinner. Her hands had not strayed from Bibi's for more than a moment or two after they were introduced. Could it be her exploring her lower half?

It was producing a most wonderful feeling in her twat. As the hands approached her, the tingling and ripples increased and she found her breathing becoming shaky. She could feel hot breath on her legs. Her head began to swim with the pleasure coming from her cunt.

The plates were taken away and the light chit chat at the table continued. Bibi found her face blushing and her chest heaving as the pleasure between her legs continued to grow. In fact, her bodice was barely able to contain the swelling of her breasts as they grew even more full with her excitement. The nipples, barely covered to begin with, were now partially exposed and threatening to break free any moment.

A hot tongue started licking her inner thighs and she could feel long hair caressing her legs, which were being spread wide under her full skirts.

She began to gasp slightly as the tongue found her twat and began to eat her in a eager way. Her ass was shifting in the seat and she couldn't control it. A glance around the room showed no one was paying particular attention to her. The tongue penetrated deeply into her twat and she gave a little moan. Stuffing some of the desert cake into her mouth, she looked over to the hostess and said, "Delicious".

It came out as a gasp..

"I'm glad you like it dear, have some more." The hostess was staring admiringly, and somewhat greedily at her heaving boobs, now almost totally exposed. The right nipple had declared itself free and stood proudly pointed over the top of the bodice. Bibi was too far gone to notice the growing state of disarray of her clothing. The tongue penetrated even deeper and she found herself sliding down slightly in the chair to meet the thrusts, her hips beginning to lift and twist at each penetration.

She was desperately trying to maintain control, and was smiling somewhat hysterically at everyone who looked her way, but finally, her insides began to shake and shudder. Her head was bending back and her spine twist slowly back like a bow. Then the orgasm hit her, releasing a flood between her legs and the eager tongue worked hard and lapped it all up. She was shaking like a leaf, trembling, mouth partially open. Her bodice gave up all attempts at containing her chest and her breasts quivered from the strong spasms coursing through her. As she began to calm down, she was relieved that apparently no one had noticed her unseemly behavior. Alarmed at her apparent state of undress, she quickly adjusted her dress. She trembled as her hands gripped her still very tender nipples to force them into the dress. Waves of pleasure again gripped her.

The person under the table seemed to have disappeared and Bibi finished her second dessert.

"Did you enjoy your dessert, dear?", her Aunt asked.

"Yes. It was quite unexpectedly wonderful and full of surprises."

"Good. You'll have come her more often to enjoy all we have to offer."

A glance down to the other end of the table revealed the other woman had regained her seat. Face still flushed and hair slightly out of place, she looked at Bibi with a twinkle in her eye and winked. Bibi thought that even though this was very strange and unexpected behavior, it was thoroughly enjoyable. She looked back up and down to the other woman and winked back.

Heather was finding this story remarkable similar to the trick she had played on Traci and found herself smiling at the memory of it. Times seemed to never change. Tired as she was, she felt turned on again at the thought of the honey in Traci's pussy and how good it had tasted.

"Are you still awake dear?" It was Carol in a very sexy nightgown.

"Yes, just getting horny again reading some of your books. Where did you find all these?"

"I've been collecting for years. I find them here and there. Friends keep an eye out for me."

"I've enjoyed, the, ah, gifts and time at your home. It has made the holiday so much nicer for me. Thank you."

"Since you have to leave in the morning, I thought maybe you'd enjoy one last little item I have. Something to remember me by on cold nights."

"Well, I have lots of great memories already. But I'd love to see what you have."

She followed Carol into the next bedroom and Carol took another long box out of a cabinet and came over to the bed. Helping Heather off with her robe and nightie, she placed her in the center of the bed and proceeded to secure her wrists over her head and ankles to the corners of the bed. In less than two minutes, Heather found herself completely spread eagled on the bed. Carol took off her nightie and sat next too her.

She took two small wires and attached them to her nipples and plugged them into a small box. She flipped a switch and almost imperceptible shocks tickled her nipples in waves. Her nipples rose strongly and her chest tightened. The pleasure was very strong and her pussy immediately lubricated. In seconds, she couldn't get her breath as the lust built in her body.

"Wow, I'm so hot, I can't breath." Carol smiled and leaned over Heather with something in her hand. Heather only saw it briefly between her swollen breasts before Carol's hand disappeared between her legs. Seconds later, she felt pressure on her asshole but before she could react, Carol pushed smoothly and a very large dildo went deeply up her ass.

"Ungh! God!"

Another wire was connected and the dildo began to shock her rectum in concert with her nipples. The initial discomfort of the dildo was instantly erased with lust as her pussy began to open and clit extend. Her butt was pumping the bed spasmodically as the shocks hit, some weak, some increasingly strong.

Heather looked over at Carol, who was attaching wires to her own chest. Waves of pleasure passed over her face.

"Ohhhhh... thisss... iss... always sooo... niceeee..."

Heather continued to shake and moan as Carol leaned over, turgid nipples extending from the passion. She had another of the large dildos and inserted into her rectum, then connected another wire. She was already shaking and gasping, her hips twitching and pumping in reaction to the shocks and lust building in her twat. The two of them were hot with rapidly building lust and were humping and writhing, eyes half closed and mouths open.

Fighting the need to just give into the lust, Carol quickly climbed over Heather and sat on her, pussy to pussy. Her somewhat broader hips covered Heathers just comfortably and as they jerked from the shocks, their clits were now hitting each other, Heather's very long clit sticking up into Carol's pussy like a small cock.. She slid down slightly and reached into the box and pulled out a long, fat, double headed rubber dildo over sixteen inches long.

Hand shaking, she worked it up into Heather's twitching canal and then, lifting up, worked the other end into her own pussy.

By this time, both of them were moaning and grunting.

"Oh, Goddddd.. It's so big. I'm going to commmm."

The shocks were getting stronger and as they reacted, the pussies alternately gripped the shaft of the dildo and pushed or relaxed as the other woman humped to her own response. The boxed timed them in perfect alteration and it was increasing the speed in a smooth manner. Up and down, in and out. The special material in the cock was expanding and lengthening from their heat, increasing their responses.

Carol leaned over and stuck her tongue deep into Heather's eager mouth. Their tongues probed and sucked and fought each other. Heavy moaning in the room was almost constant as their bodies, driven relentlessly by the computer controlled stimulus, rose to greater and greater heights of lust.

Heavy breasts banging together, dildo buried completely in their now fluid pussies, cunt lips pressed together, they were rolling up and down to the electric stimulation.

They soon came together, a deep moan coming from each as they trembled and shook. The electric shocks relaxed, but continued to come and in less than two minutes, they built back up and they had another orgasm.

The rest periods were various, then the waves would speed up and they would fuck at a faster and faster pace and then, cunts banging against each other, they would come. Each time, the pattern of shocks was completely different than the last. There wasn't time to feel tired. Time went by and the fucking continued. There was no way to resist it.

Then, the box excited them one last time and even though they climaxed, it kept up the very rapid contractions and, then, they came one last time, a mind bending orgasm hitting them both like explosions in their brains.

They both passed out from their response. Soaked in sweat, come pouring between their legs, Carol's flowing down the dildo and mixing with Heather's and the double flood running down her ass and into her asshole and onto the bed. Carol's swollen tits spread over Heather's even larger ones and their bodies blended into one as they lay there.

As they came to, Carol slowly sat up, lips trembling.

"That was unbelievable, Carol. I never had a fuck like that."

"I told you it was special. Someone in NASA built that for me and I never to get use it. Did you enjoy that?"

Heather felt overwhelmingly full with the long, fat dong up her pussy and deep dildo floating in her ass and she trembled.

"Yes."

"Good. It'll start again in about a minute."

"I don't think I can do that again."

"Yes you can dear. It won't hurt you, I promise. And once it starts, you just give in to it."

"How many times does it do this?"

"Until we turn it off." And then she placed the box over the edge of the bed out of reach. "But, I intend to fuck your hot pussy all night. We can't have you going back to school horny, can we?"

"Carol, please don't hurt met, I...."

The electric tingles rose up in her twat and they rolled into another series of surging, sweaty, humping orgasmic responses. Each time Heather thought she'd come for the last time, when, with a gasp, she would respond and her mind lost control.

Hump. Groan. Fuck. Dong surging up and down their twats. Hips coming together, clits riding the shaft. Pussy juice spread out over the sheets and soaked the bedding. Still, they came and came.

It was very late in the night when Carol finally pulled the box back onto the bed and turned it off. Untying Heather, she sat with her for a while, then they took a shower together and slept. For the first time in her life, Heather felt completely and utterly fucked. Yes, she would remember Carol and that night.

The ride back to school was quiet. Jean seemed very distant until Heather realized that she had the Ben-Wa balls and rod in her ass and was spending the long drive in bliss. The next morning, she returned them.

"I hope you had a nice time. Mom said to tell you she'd love to have you again."

"I'd love to come, too."

They both laughed.

(To Be Continued....)

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