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Story 32 - HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES - BY "RAMAPO" [F/F] parts 13 / 16
PART 13
A week later, Heather found herself bored with studying and being horny from playing with her nipples, she took out an extremely large rubber dildo and began to rub it over her breasts and twat through her underwear. She got hotter immediately and locked the door. She turned out the lights and peeled off the rest of her clothes and got a large bottle of oil from the dresser and rubbed her tender, bouncing tits and heavily lubricated the dong. It was one of those things that she had discovered in a sleazy store in a back alley taking a short cut one day. A porn shop, but what a great collection of stuff.
Her nipples were already standing up and tingling and jiggling as she pulled an overstuffed chair over near the window and looked out over the campus. One hand was stroking and pulling one nipple out to its maximum length, tingles going down between her legs as she felt her belly tightening from the lust building in her twat. It was time to give herself a good fuck.
The dong was a monster, a bulbous, ribbed head and thick shaft over fourteen inches long. It was a special dark rubber that felt and flexed very much like a real cock, and included a tank of oil that could be heated and shot into her pussy as she came. Sitting back with her legs spread wide over the arms of the chair, she began rubbing it up and down her slit, the oil mixed with the cum pouring from her. Her legs twitching from the excitement, the top of the head finally lodged slightly in the entrance. She began pushing in increasing strength and more of the head pushed her open, but it was too big to go in. Her passion was rising from the thrusting and she pushed harder and harder, beginning to roll the long shaft in circles. Little by little, her breathing now becoming more a pant, her need steadily expanding, the head penetrated rib by rib and then, popped inside with a loud pop.
"Oh!" It was more a grunt. "Give it to me! Give it to me you big fat sucker. Fuck mamma like she needs it so bad tonight. Ahhhhh. Goooooodd", she whispered breathlessly. In seconds, she would come. Her hand pumped it deeper into her, now six inches. She felt her belly tighten and release was near. Her head arched back as her body went into reflex action.
A shudder went down her arching spine. As her hand stroked the obscene thickness of the shaft, it was working itself inside, inch by inch, up into her pussy, now stretched to what seemed like the breaking point. The stretched skin at the base of her clit were causing explosions of heat which were passing out through her nerves and setting her mind on fire with passion. Legs over the wings of the chair, now almost straight, twat stuffed full beyond belief, she humped against the thrusts inside. Her hips were twitching and thrusting more and more on their own as she began to go over the edge.
A rhythm established itself. Her head rolled back against the chair and she gave herself totally to it. "Ohhhhhhh. Unnnnnn. Ummmm....mmmm....mmmmm Nmmmm..MMMMMMM... MMMMMMM!"
Over eight inches were inside and she felt full beyond belief but wanted to take it all. Her hand was working with increasing speed as the shaft slid up and down her hole, her extended clit rubbing over the ribbed shaft. In seconds, she would come for the first time. She always climaxed multiple times, but her need for release from this first one was so great as it rushed toward her.
A sudden soft knock on the door broke through and intruded on her passion. Summing all her willpower, she stopped the thrusting, the shaft still buried as deep inside as she could take it. She was completely breathless, tits swollen from her passion, nipples extended, hands shaking, sweat on her forehead. She was hanging on the very verge of a massive orgasm and the slightest twitch would set her off. The dong was twitching like a real cock from the pulses in her twat, sticking obscenely into the air, the tip jerking in spasms. The knock repeated a little louder.
"Yes, who is it?" It took her a moment to make her voice sound even. Even then, it was thick with with lust.
"It's Traci, your art teacher. Have you got a minute?"
Please go away, I need to come, she thought. Shit.
"Yes, ah, just a minute. I was just changing." Her nerves still on fire with the need to come, she eased the fat dildo out and quickly covered it with the corner of the blanket on her bed. Her insides complained and she ached to mount the monster again, but, she tossed her underwear in a drawer and pulled on her t-shirt and jeans. Still breathing hard and face flushed, she flicked on the lights and opened the door.
"Hi, can I come in? I'm not coming at a bad time, am I?"
"No. No. Please come in. Excuse the mess."
Traci closed the door behind her.
"We need to talk, Heather."
Heather waited. Traci was staring at her still rigid nipples. Her pussy was still on fire.
Traci was getting hot just looking at this beautiful set of obviously erotic tits, infettered by any bra. "Um, about what's been happening. I've never, I mean, I don't.." She was losing her train of thought.
She walked over and sat on Heather's bed, her knees weak. Heather realized she was only inches away from the fat dong under the covers.
Traci tried again. "I know you and I have had some, well, unique very personal experiences but I want you to know that I really do respect you and hope you do me and that.."
Her hand had moved the cover and the head of the dildo was exposed. Surprised to feel the hard, wet object under her hand, she looked down.
Heather was blushing slightly when she looked up. So she was getting herself off when she knocked on the door. That explained the nipples and red face, Traci thought.
Traci pulled the shaft from under the cover and was amazed at the size of it, easily twice anything she had ever seen, much less used.
"My God. It's hugh!" Her voice was an astonished whisper. "Do you, I mean, you are so slight.." Her fingers traced the ribs on the head and upper shaft, designed to pull on the flesh and add to the sensations of a deep fuck. A deep fuck. Her mind drifted to thoughts of...
"Yes, I use it, sometimes when I'm really horny. I was using it when you knocked." Heather was staring boldly at her.
Traci knew in a moment she was telling the truth. It was still warm and slick with cum and oil in places.
"Aren't you afraid it will hurt you?" She was holding it up, surprised at the girth and feel. So much like a real cock, but so very much larger.
"If you're careful to start it slowly, then you eventually stretch out and from then on it's great. Really great. It really fills you up. At first, I used to come before I could get it in, it took so long, but now I get eager and pop it right in."
It was quiet for a few moments and Traci continued to run her fingers over the ribbed head as her thoughts continued to think about getting fucked with this wonderous tool. Heather said, "Would you like to try it?"
The little talk she wanted to have was quickly being forgotten. All her thoughts were on how this monster might feel inside her. She almost groaned out loud.
Startled by the bold suggestion, she said, "I'd never get that inside me. I'm too small." She was running her fingers wonderingly up and down the shaft and over the hugh head. Her pussy was already wet just thinking about the head, pushing in on her and spreading.....
"I'll help you if you like. It just takes patience and a lot of oil."
"We really can't. I came tonight... I mean, what if someone were to.."
"Look, I know we get each other hot. Let's face it, we really get off on each other. I don't know if that's good or bad. I enjoy sex and I take it you do as well. So let's enjoy and not sweat the small stuff. I'll stop being such a bitch in class. I hope I didn't get you in trouble."
They looked at each other and Heather came over and took the long shaft from her. She locked the door again and killed the lights.
Traci sat for a moment, but Heather came over and reached down and unsnapped her jeans. Traci pulled them down and shed her underwear. Heather directed her to lay down and put two pillows under her ass. Pouring oil all over her pussy, she began gently rubbing it into the folds and between the lips. Traci gave a gently groan and trembled as the big chested coed ran her fingers into her and out. She was hot instantly to fuck.
Her pussy blossomed like a flower as the passion built. Finally, soaking the shaft with oil, she placed the head in Traci's opening and began to rotate it and push gently.
"Don't hurt me. Ohhh... It's so big. I can feel myself stretching out. That feels so good."
Heather was stroking her clit to keep her relaxed and opened up. The pressure was increased and she rolled it back and forth. Only the top third was going in. The stroking increased and Traci's hips were lifting slightly as her rigid clit responded to the constant stimulus of the stretching skin.
"I don't think it's going to work. Gooooood. Ohhhh. Mmmmmmm. Harder. Push a little harder."
The head was now half in and Heather pushed and stoked. Traci was almost ready to come from all the stimulation. Her pussy was stretched further than anything she could imagine before tonight. Gripping the edge of the bed, her head was tossing back and forth as she started to loss more and control. It was beginning to hurt a little, but the pleasure was intense.
"Ohhhh... Fuck, me. Heather fuck me with it. I need it sooooo bad. Fuck. Yes. Yes. YES!!!"
She was shouting now. Heather reached over and stuffed her underpants into her mouth as she continued to groan and shout.
The head was almost in and she leaned on the end with her hand and it popped inside her how stretched inner lips. Traci lurched and spasmed below the waist. She was stretched beyond the breaking point, but suddenly felt no pain. This great mother of a cock was driving her crazy, her insides invaded like nothing she had ever imagined.
Heather poured more oil down the shaft and pumped it into Traci, a half inch at a time, slowly moving the bulbous head up inside her, six inches, now seven. The ribs pulled and pushed the taught wall of the vagina, every nerve reacting, giving her sensations she couldn't even figure out.
"Oh. I'm going to come. I'm coming. coming... argggghhhhhhHHHH" She screamed into the panties. Out of control, she was groaning as the passion started to drive her up toward orgasm. The orgasm she felt piling up just kept building, not releasing.
Eight inches. Heather's arm twisted the shaft and pumped it smoothly in and out, in and out. Her own pussy twitched and throbbed with need to be fucked again with this great tool.
"OhhhhhHHHHHh. MMMMMmmmnnnNNNNNNn."
Nine inches. In, out. In, out. Each time, a little deeper.
Traci now felt as though her pussy would explode from the pressure and stretching. The nerves deep in her body were sending shock waves to her brain. Out of control, lust took her and her nerves rolled her over the top. Her breathing stopped and she shook as stars exploded in her brain.
Ten inches. In and out.
Waves of passion rippling up her belly, in seconds, she came again, a wave of white heat exploding in her brain.
Eleven inches. The head pressed into the top of her cervix and could go no further without true damage. It wiggled and moved in and out. Heather was amazed at how much Traci could take.
Another explosive orgasm. Only the now wet underwear in her mouth was holding back the shouts and groans. The smell of hot, randy pussy filled the room like the hot musk of a heavy, sweet purfume.
The pace of the pumping increased and, her handing gripping Heather's arm in a tight grip, she grunted and came one last time, back bent and tail now completely off the bed. Heather seized the opportunity and slid a long oil slick finger smoothly into her asshole, rolling it up until it was rubbing the thick dong through the tissue. It increased her pleasure and she shook and trembled and blacked out. When she came to moments later, Heather started slowly backing the dong out until the head was at the entrance, pulling on the lips, trying to break free but trapped at the entrance, then back up inside.
Traci had never felt so full. In moments, the heat began to build again in her pussy and ass as Heather's finger rolled around and around.
In less than five minutes, whimpering and crying out, she groaned wildly and came again, bucking against the hard rubber. No cock had ever done this for her. It had her in it's grip and she gave herself completely to it's assault on her cunt. She finally settled down and Heather helped her clean up and loaned her some underwear, which was pulled very tight across her wider hips. She left, still dazed from her experience, her pussy was tingling and stretched, a memory of a great cock still impressed on the walls of her pussy.
She paused in the doorway, her face thick with lust. Heather said, "I'm glad we had this little, ah, talk. Come again sometime!"
They both smiled. Heather locked the door, peeled her clothes and sank the dong, still soaked with Traci's come, deep into her pussy. As she watched Traci walk back toward her class building, her delayed orgasm was building. She rocked in the chair and began to groan and whimper, cunt pouring cum around the thick shaft. Traci, looked back over her shoulder and could see the girl in the window, rocking deep in the shadow of the window in the chair, unnoticable to anyone not looking directly at her. Her own pussy tingled at the thought of that long fat dong now up Heather's twat. As she stared, Heather appeared to come, her head jerking from side to side, then back, mouth open. In spite of just having many multiple orgasms herself, as she walked up the hill, she was hot again.
PART 14
Two weeks later, there was a small reception at an art showing downtown, to be attended by several art critics from New York. Traci invited Heather and that night, they both took special care to look good.
When Traci saw Heather as she walked to the car, her breath caught. Stunning in a black dress that displayed her bosom in a daring way, dark hair draped over her shoulders and spilling down her back, she was a show stopper. Traci felt that familiar pull and pulse in her pussy.
"Wow, that's some dress! You sure are going to turn heads tonight."
"I just wanted you to be proud of me. Thanks for asking me along. Think we'll meet anybody we know? Maybe we can team up and get somebody hot enough to fuck us tonight as a side benefit."
"You've got me hot enough to want to fuck you right now. Actually, I'm not sure. Anita Smathers will be there. She's that new young critic from the paper. I've heard she's really a great person to know. Seems to be on everybody's "A" list, if you know what I mean. A lot of doors open to her."
The hall was full of people, mostly older, apparently rich. Everywhere Heather went, necks craned and eyes followed. The women were looking daggers at her revealed, voluptous young figure. Traci also noticed the attention and finally, handing Heather a glass of champange, said, "I think all the men want to fuck you and the women want to kill you. Except me. I'd like to fuck you too. It always seems to work out the other way around!"
They both laughed and continued to cruise. Finally, they headed toward a corner where a bigger than usual crowd seemed to be gathered and there in the middle was Anita. Working their way to front of the crowd, they soon were off to one side. Anita was a trim woman with a short hairstyle, striking face, great legs and very nice, well exposed bosom. She was holding forth on some art question. As she spoke, she was slowly looking around and finally, her eye fell on Heather and in one quick pass, took in her striking figure so beautifully displayed. Next to her was another very attractive woman and they seemed to be together. Finishing her comments, she excused herself and came over to Traci and Heather.
"Hello, I'm Anita Smathers."
"I'm Traci and this is Heather. I'd hoped we'd meet and have a chance to talk. I'm an art professor over at the college and would love to have an opportunity to show off some of the art work my class has produced."
"I think you already brought along a piece of that art with you. Heather, you are quite stunning in that dress. You must have them licking out of your hand." She was looking directly into Heather's eyes.
Heather never blinked. Quietly she said, "And in other places, if the opportunity presents itself. Thank you."
"We'll never be able to talk about such opportunities here." She put her arms around both of their waists in a very familiar way and then walked slowly along. "Why don't you both come to my hotel when this thing is done and we'll share a glass of wine and get into things when we can be more comfortable."
She walked away and Heather and Traci stared at each other. Each could feel their pussy grow moist at the thought of an evening with this lovely person. They linked arms and killed time looking at the exhibits and caressing each other's arms when no one was looking.
The hotel room was on the top floor. When they knocked, the door opened and Anita was standing there in a very shear camisole, her own very ample tits pushing the top almost to the side and pussy stuffed with smooth silk fabric deep into her crack. Her face looked a little flushed.
She handed them each a glass of wine. "There're some outfits in the other room if you want to be more relaxed." She waved them toward a door.
They wandered into the other room and each selected some items. All were very revealing and the bottoms were sewn in such a way to force the fabric up tight against their assholes and deep into their twats. When they finished, they looked at each other and smiled. There was no doubt this woman wanted some action. Already, Traci was showing signs of wetting the fabric with the come she was producing from all the friction of the material on her clit.
They went to the other room and Anita was sitting in the middle of the sofa, arms spread, chest exposed, nipples slightly extended. They sat on each side and sipped their wine.
Anita looked at both of them and said, "You both look very hot in those outfits. Why, Traci, from the look of that wet pussy of yours, I do believe you have the hots already." Her hand traced the top of Traci's leg and ended up only a fraction from the top of her twat.
"You don't have them on quite right. Let me show you." She pushed Traci to her feet and, sitting front of her, pulled them down and, fingers reaching inside, Traci gasped and jerked as she smoothly separated the wet lips and pulled the clit out to it's full length with thumb and forefinger. The other hand pulled the panties back up and this time, the lips were separated even more deeply by the crease in the panties. Now her clit was standing at full attention straight out through a well placed hole in the fabric. The tight fabric was wrapped firmly around the base with an elastic and held it up and out.
"Ohhhh. I wasn't expecting that. These are sure unusual pants." She was trembling slightly. Anita's face was only inches from her crotch and her hot breath was on her clit. Tingles were racing through her pussy.
"You bet they are. I say, let's get you off honey, before you go nuts."
Without waiting for an answer, she slid her hands up the pant legs openings and grabbed each cheek. The tightening fabric pulled the clit up and squeezed the base even harder. Traci felt as thought someone was using a vacuum on her pussy and a vice grip on her clit, which had never been so abused. Now she was shaking and not a little confused by the sudden harsh assault on her lower parts. Anita pulled her closer and leaned forward, sucking the now rigid clit deep into her hot, wet mouth without any preliminaries.
"Ohhhhh. GOOODDDDD! Oh SHIT! You. Shit.. Fuck. OHHHHHH, I'm COMMMMMMMM.NNNNNN. MNNNNNN.!" Unable to break away, and somehow not really wanting to, she looked desperately over at Heather, who was observing in surprised silence, wine glass poised in mid-air. The confident, directness of this woman was amazing. Anita sucked hard and her tits fell completely out of the top of the camosole, nipples now hard from her own excitment.
Unable to back away, Traci's eye's closed as she felt the heat in her loins begin to rapidly take her by storm. Her hands were on Anita's head, fingers woven in her hair, pulling her into her crotch in a reflex.
"OHHHHHHH. I. Ungh. Ungh." She grunted as the wave hit her belly and she came. Her heavy breasts were billowing and shaking, nipples riding the crests just inside the shear fabric that struggled to contain them.
Heather found herself very turned on and in need of relief after observing this sudden, very hot sex right in front of her.
"Your turn."
In one motion, Anita pulled free from Traci, still shaking and not completely done with her orgasm, turned and pushed Heather onto her back on the sofa. Lifting a leg, she pulled Heather's panties off to one side and stuck a long tongue deep into her pussy. Fireworks went off in her pussy as the tongue whipped in and out. Prowling everywhere, it had her on fire and in less than a minute, she was no longer aware of where she was, only the heat in her pussy pushing her higher and higher. She could hear herself moaning wildly, unable to stop herself.
Anita's hands stole up and gripped her breasts firmly, squeezing the nipples and pulling them hard. It hurt, but she couldn't stop Anita now, she was too overwhelmed by the lust in her belly. Her legs were on either side of Anita's head, wrapped at the ankles as she humped the hot mouth. In less than a minute, she had an explosive orgasm, then rapidly, five more in quick succession, all pumping come into the woman's waiting mouth. Her tongue worked like a beaver and sucked it all down.
She was dazed as she tried to sit up. Anita was casually sipping her wine and looking at them both, eyes filled with excitement.
"I don't know about you, but I like to get the preliminaries over with. You two are really beautiful, hot bitches. I never have any luck at these out of town things, but tonight, I got a double bang for my buck, I'm sure! I trust you both don't mind a little sex to spice up the conversation?"
Her use of the word "little" was a classic understatement. Her assault had left both of them breathless and neither responded.
"Heather, you taste delicious. I must have you again later." She smiled at her. A bit of come still clung to her upper lip. She wiped it clean with her tongue and smiled again. She reached up and pulled Traci, who was still standing in a daze, onto the sofa between them.
"Hell, we can talk in the morning. Let's get her off again. You suck the left one and I'll take this one. Don't stop until she comes. Ever had a nipple orgasm? I never thought it was possible, but the daughter of one of my friends sucked on me for over an hour one night and, well, you'll see. Suck her good."
Heather managed to get up and leaned down and pulled the fabric away from the swinging boob and pulled the nipple into her mouth. It was still slightly tight, but fully hardened immediately. Traci's nipples were very sensitive and when sucked, sent electric shocks to her pussy.
Heather pulled more of the billowy breast into her mouth and sucked hard. Traci grunted and moaned and yelped a little. Two hot mouths were pulling her chest, more and more of her flesh disappeared into them. Her nipples were on fire and she couldn't breath. Her moaning got louder. Her hands wrapped around the back of their heads and pulled them into her breasts. Her pussy was pulsing from the stimulation. It was electrifying, but already her nipples were sore and beginning to hurt. One second, she felt on fire and the next the pain would hit.
Anita was sucking so hard it sounded like explosions as the air rushed back in as the nipple popped free. She repeatedly inhaled over half of the large tit, whipped the nipple with her tongue and then, sucking as hard as she could, pulled her head back until the breast was stretched out, skin rigid. Pulling back further, the breast would finally pop out of her mouth, unable to stretch any further. Each time, Traci would yelp and moan and whimper.
"Please stop. It hurts. Ohhhh. That's good. Oh. I'm so hot. I need to come. Ouch. Ohhh. MMMM. Please make me come. Heather, honey, make me come."
"No. Suck the bitch. She'll come this way if it takes all night."
Heather sucked harder, following Anita's lead. Traci was shaking and trying to get her hands into her crotch to get off. Anita pushed them away sucked even harder.
"I. Can't. Take. Any. More. Of This.. Please Oh God."
For twenty more minutes, as Traci wailed and whimpered, they sucked. Her nipples were up like large thumbs, twice a big as ever before and still they sucked. Her ass was bouncing and twisting on the sofa and come was pouring from her pussy as her legs opened and closed in reflex.
"Now, bite her!"
"No. Ow. OWW!" Teeth gripped her nipples. Sharp pain flashed through her chest and her stomach contracted. Then, just as she felt she would scream, the orgasm hit, an unexpected blinding flash of pleasure and pain as her pussy spasmed and her tits, already seemed to explode with fire that washed away the pain. "UUUUNNNNNNNNMMMMNN...."
The fire spread over her chest and through her body, driving her deeper and deeper into the orgasm. She had never experienced anything remotely like this and her body was totally out of control. She was unable to breath as it continued to hold her chest in total control. Her pussy pulsed again and again, come pouring out onto the now wet sofa.
It was two minutes before her head even started to clear. Her chest was still on fire, nipples inflamed from the abuse.
"Watch"
Anita leaned over and pulled the abused, obscenely swollen nipple into her mouth again and ran her tongue over it. It was exquisitely sensitive from the abuse.
"God!. No! It hurts! I..." She never finished. Another orgasm ripped through her, from nowhere. The flame spread out over her and she came. Twice more over the next ten minutes, Anita waited till her head would start to begin clear, then brought her off with more sucking and biting. Anita finally passed out, sweat running from her from the effort.
"That happened to me too. When I woke up, the little bitch had put hickeys all over my tits and I had to hide for two weeks. I was swimming at their pool while they were away and the kid came home from school and came over and wanted to know if I would like to experience something she had learned at school. Before I could move, she pulled my top off and latched onto me like a leech."
"I came so hard I was yelling my head off. I don't think I'll get invited back soon! The kid comes over once in a while, though."
Heather looked at Traci, exhausted and groggy in the wake of her passion. She rolled her head around and smiled slightly and whispered "Your turn."
Anita got off the sofa and took Heather's hand and led her to the bedroom. Pushing her on the bed, she pulled open a drawer and pulled out ties and began tying Heather to the bed, face down, running her hands over her tail and legs as she worked. She pulled each one very tight and turned off the light.
"I'm going to fuck your ass, honey. I hope you like it as much as I will."
Heather couldn't see anything, but heard sloshing and then Anita was sitting on her legs and pushing at her asshole with her fingers. A finger went in and then two. It hurt and she complained a little, but Anita kept working. Soon, her fingers were withdrawn and a large dildo was worked into her, ribbed on the upper end and it hurt as it passed inside, but the lower shaft was smooth and narrow. Anita pumped it steadily inside and soon she was stuffed with over seven inches. The pain was being replaced with tingles in her pussy. Her clit rose and stabbed at the bed.
Anita's weight left her legs and she moved up slightly and eased the other end of the double dong into her own ready twat. Big as it was, she was so excited and lubricated, it slid inside without much fuss, pushing her tissues aside as it tunneled up into her.
"Oh, gooddddd. Heather, this big stick is going to fuck us both. Ummmmmm.."
She was rocking back and forth. Finally, her pussy was stuffed full and the pubic hair pushed down into Heather's ass crack. Joined as they were, as Anita pumped, the shaft rose and fell deep in Heather, moving back and forth and in and out. Her pussy was on fire and her insides were being stirred from the deep penetration.
"Like this? It's going to be so nice. Your ass will thank you in a few minutes." She was rising and falling at a steadily increasing rate, her own passion close to the edge. Her nice breasts were bouncing to the rythim, the bed bouncing back, each stroke driving the thick shaft in and out of both of them. Her come was now running down the shaft and into Heather's hot hole for extra lubrication.
Heather needed to come, but, hot as she was, the orgasm just wouldn't release. Her desparation was growing. Her chest was pinned under her, nipples hard and hurting. Her clit was being driven into the bed with each bounce and shocks were ripping through her belly.
"Ohhhhhhh. Anita. fuck me. FUCK ME. fuck my ass. Make me come. Please. Make me comMMMMMMmmMMMMMM....!!!. Then, Anita pumping hard, both of them came. Anita was bent back, eyes closed, mouth open in a silent groan, her pussy gripping the fat stick in her twat, dragging it in and out of Heather's ass. Heather came again.
Anita never stopped. Hips still twitching from the orgasm still not completely over, she began another pumping drive. Two minutes later, she was orgasmic and Heather could hardly believe the pounding her ass was taking, but then her own excitment rose and then they came again. The bed was soaked with come.
And still Anita worked on another orgasm. Heather's ass was still pumped full of dildo and Anita's come as it poured down the shaft straight into Heather's ass. This one took longer and by then, they were both sweaty and totally out of control.
Anita was silent except for the sucking sound of her twat and popping sounds coming out of Heather's ass as air, trapped inside, escaped each time the shaft went deep inside.
But she began to moan. Heather wanted to come again, but her ass was so sore, it hurt too much now. Anita moaned louder.
"Yessss. OHhhhm. Grnnnn. Grnmm. Mmmmmmm. N...... Here We GooooooooOOOOOOO." The pumping went to even more frantic level and Heather found her own twat rippling and tightening in spite of the pain in her ass. Her breath caught and both came, a gut wrenching, pussy explosion of come and lust. Anita finally leaned down and pressed herself against Heather's back, breasts flattening out across her ribs, the sweat of their bodies mixing, both breathless.
After a while, Anita got up slowly. Leaving the dong imbedded in Heather's ass, she went out to find Traci. The long dong, still slick with Anita's come, stood high in the air as Traci came into the room behind Anita.
"We're both going to fuck her. You do her ass and I'll do her pussy."
Heather was protesting. Her ass on fire, exhausted, her faint cries were ignored. Traci was very excited by the size of the dong in Heather's ass and wasted no time in mounting it, not realizing the pounding Heather's ass had already had. She shuddered as it forced itself into her twat and she began to rise and fall. Anita pulled another long double dong from the dresser and worked it into Heather's pussy from the rear. Sliding her legs under Heather's from the back, she slid up until the dong hit her pussy. Guiding it inside, she slid up further until she was completely under Heather, both pussies stuffed with dong.
Now Heather was in an uproar, her insides being stretched and assaulted from both holes at once. Her body was shaking with excitement and pain and her nerves, stretched to the breaking point of pleasure and pain. Traci was fucking with rapid stokes, her own passion driving her harder and harder. Each stoke fucked Anita as well, pinned under Heather.
The cries rose and fell as the passion built again, dragging each out and over their exhaustion. In thirty minutes, they began to come, each at their own pace, but each responding to the others cries and then triggering another instead.
Finally, the got up and untied Heather and pulled the dongs from her body. They led her into a beautiful bathroom and into a hot tub, where she soaked her tender ass and abused pussy. Anita and Traci stoked her breasts as she drank wine.
Then they dressed and left. Traci had finally gotton what she wanted. Anita headed back to the city to look for fresh game. She was to come back in three months to judge an art contest.
It was only in the car that Traci found out that Heather had been assaulted by Anita before Traci had done her. Apologies were offered and accepted. That night and for several days, Heather lost all interest in sex. But the tenderness went away and there was no damage.
PART 15
Heather walked out of the tent, her still damp hair cascading down her tan back, and walked out of the camp. Following a trail that led between tall, majestic boulders, she walked almost three hundred yards from camp and then left the trail and hiked briefly up a small gap between the rocks. Up she went until she was over two hundred feet back from the now hidden path and up on top of a large, smooth topped boulder, still warm from the very hot afternoon sun. The rolled blanket under one arm was placed in the center of the rock and she sat and watched the now fading sunset off in the far distance.
The heat from the rock warmed her buns and spread up into her plush honey pot, adding steadily to the tension she already felt. It had been a long four days here, digging during the day and trying to cool off at night. Today they had had baths and she finally felt clean.
But being out here in the middle of Montana with ten other women and only two men, there was more that she needed than a clean bath and the odds were she was going to have to take care of those needs by herself.
She reached back and pulled the tie on her top and her two oversize, majestic peaks sprang free from the inadequate light cloth, nipples now beginning to stand proud like thumbs in the gentle, now cool breeze. They tingled and tightened, stretching the skin taut, standing up and out as they always did, connecting almost electrically with the pleasure center of her brain and even more responsive nerves of her cunt. In seconds, the tingles caused the nipples to turn rock hard, almost two full inches of jutting thumbs, reaching up toward the darkening sky. She closed her eyes and sank into the sensations.
"Hmmmmmm. That's so nice." She talked softly to herself. Her pussy began to dampen her jeans, no underwear to restrict or absorb the beginnings of what would become a copious flow shortly. A hand reached up and pressed the right breast up, the now tight skin stretching even more and pulled on the nipple. The tingles sharpened and a wave of pleasure shot down her belly into the moist forest of hair, already damp and dark with her increasing flow.
It had been over a week and she needed to cum in a major way. Camp was so damn restrictive. She had found this hideaway two days ago while getting lost in trying to get to camp from the dig. And instantly she had made her plan. Her roommate was actually making the situation worse, since she was a very striking, leggy blond with a very lush body and a habit of dressing very skimpily in the tent at night. It was hard to be horny, in such close quarters and be badly turned on by her roommate.
She ceased the gently tugging on the turgid nipple and it swung away heavily. Unrolling the blanket, she removed the small zippered leather case in its middle and set it to one side. She slid down onto the light wool and laid on her back, looking up at the now faint stars over head. A hand reached up and gently traced a still rock hard nipple, finally pushing the other breast up and over toward her center, the upward tilted nipple was only a inch from her mouth and she leaned her head up and took the nipple between her tongue and lips, gripping it firmly. She always found it amazing that her jutting breasts could be sucked in this way. The hotness of her mouth on the now cool flesh sent a blazing fire straight to her brain. Warmth spread across her chest as she flushed with passion. She pulled hard on one nipple and then sucked on the other. In a rhythm that soon had her belly on fire and her brain demanding even more, she continued to work one side, then the other. The wetness of each nipple in the cool air as it was released into the air was almost ecstasy. Her belly rippled with tension as she continued to tease herself.
Unable to resist any longer, a hand worked the buttons on her jeans and the hot smell of wet pussy quickly filled the night. Finally, one hand went down and began weaving through the thick, wet hair, pressing down above the top of her crack. The extra long clit was already half erect, poking firmly up, out of the restraining lips of the swelling pussy. A quick wiggle and the pants were down to her knees, then rolled up for a pillow under her head.
Her nipples were on fire as she returned to stroking and firm sucking. Legs apart and knees up and slightly bent, the cool breeze blew between her legs and the wetness, now soaking her crack and trickling down between and over her asshole, made her desire grow even greater.
Finally, she reached over and pulled the case to her and removed two dongs. One was round on the end, slim in the middle and very thick toward the end, the other long, slimmer, with bulges of increasing diameter from one end to the other, with slim gaps between. Her brain wanted to plunge these into her holes, but she forced herself to move slowly, enjoying the building pleasure with anticipation.
Teasing herself for over a minute with the slimmer dong, she moved it in and out of the lips of her pussy, her hips beginning to thrust involuntarily to meet it. Now very wet and slippery over its first two inches, she slid it down and found her wet asshole. She firmly pressed on it, then waited until the muscles relaxed their urgent need to guard against its entry. Then the tip and first bulb popped inside, the reacting muscles gripping down firmly on the slim gap behind the bulb lodged firmly inside. This pulled the next bulb up hard against the base of her hole. Her ass flexed and released, flexed and released, moving the bulb inside, in and out. Her ass burned and felt full. The sensations spread up into her twat, the lips now open like a rose.
The larger dong was now in her eager shaking hand and she lowered her head back on the pillow and placed the large bulb end against her fully soaked honey pot and pressed. The swollen, tight pussy lips stretched out and out and finally, the obscene bulb popped inside. Pussy and ass now tight with dongs, she went back to pulling and sucking her hard tits.
The nerves in her belly and chest sent crashing waves of pleasure signals to her brain and her hips were twitching and bumping on the rock under her, the heavy dongs flexing and waving around, pulling on the turgid flesh. As the minutes passed, her soft moaning was growing more urgent. She must cum soon. Her hand pressed the butt dong in, bulb by bulb, until all but the stopper were inside. The heavy pussy dong was being worked in and out, the unique rubber on the round end swelling within the heat of her steamy cunt. Her brain went into overload as the pent up need exploded.
"Oh. Ohhhhh. Mmmmmmmmm. Ooooooo. Yes. Yes. Yes." More urgent now. "Fuck it baby, fuck me so big. Wet. It wants more." The last inch was in and now all she could do was grunt. In and out. In and out. At the very last, she gripped her clit between a wet thumb and index finger and gave it a pull. The super sensitive nerves, already on fire, pushed her over the top and she gave a deep grunt, her breath driven from her as her orgasm racked her body. Her tan back lifted clear of the blanket and her hips pressed down hard, trembling and twitching from side to side. For over a minute, she was lost in the sensations, then her breath began to be less shaky. Every nerve in her cunt was still on fire, and by beginning to trace the lips of her pussy gently with a finger, in less than five minutes, she came hard again, a steady stream of cunt juice flowed out around the end of the dong and down her butt onto the blanket, a round stain spreading from her lust.
Her belly and ass were stretched and full and her nipples stood up again. Lying there in the night, her hand reached to a nipple and the process began again. Did she have a point when her passion would be exhausted? It was well over two hours before she became exhausted from her urgent ardor and returned to camp, now quiet as everyone slept. Slipping into her tent, the smell of a hot pussy immediately came to her, but not her own. Glancing at her tent-mate, apparently asleep on her side, hand between her legs, she realized that she was not the only one to take advantage of the brief privacy. She rolled the blanket out, slipped off her jeans and slid onto the cot. The smell of her own lust drifted off the blanket.
Her tent-mate, Tish, heard Heather cum in but continued to lie quietly, herself only a few strokes away from another orgasm when she was interrupted by Heather's entrance. Shortly, Heather began to breath heavily and Tish resumed her mission. A long finger stroked her clit and her belly tightened and she stopped breathing. Only after her breath had returned to normal and she lay on her back, listening to the night, did she notice the sweet smell of another hot pussy, wafting over from the other cot.
So, she had been out having some fun too. I wonder with who? She thought about Heather's wonderful body, jutting, heavy full breasts and small waist, trim hips and straight legs and was very turned on again. A hand found the still damp well of pleasure and she thrust a finger inside. In less than two minutes, the cot began to creak from her hips responding to the thrusting. Heather slept deeply. The tent filled with the fragrance of her hot pussy as Tish came again. At long last, the tent was quiet and only the gently breeze of the night stirred the brush.
Helen, having heard a brief muffled cry from Tish and Heather's tent, finally moved away from the closed flap as the whispered gentle groans of Tish's last orgasm faded away. Maybe three could have fun before they left at the end of summer. The sudden lustful thought of making it with a woman surprised Helen. It had been a long time.
Helen found herself following Heather through the dark, down the path out of camp. It had been over a week before she and Heather had had much of a chance to talk in private. Actually, the day before, they had spent the entire day digging off to one side of the main work and had finally gotten to know each other. Helen had shared her building frustration, but Heather had been silent in response. However, that night at dinner, Heather had quietly suggested she stop by the tent about nine and bring a blanket.
They continued on until suddenly Heather turned and went between a small gap and started off the main trail. In five minutes, they came out on top of the big flat boulder. Spreading blankets, they sat down near each other and stared for a few minutes out at the endless stars above them.
"I love it out here. Very quiet and private. You can just be yourself here, lost in your thoughts and sensations."
"It reminds me of summer camp. My tent-mate and I found a very private spot in a field outside the camp and would go and look at the stars."
"Did you like camp?"
"Yes. No boys, of course. I was twelve and I was getting horny all the time by then. God, was I horny all the time. Just like now!"
They both grinned but didn't make eye contact.
"I think everyone is having that problem." Heather probed, "So what did you do about that at camp, I mean, the horny part?"
"Mostly just yelled at everyone. My tent-mate, well, she tried to help, but I was scared and...."
"Help?"
"Well, she was fourteen and very uninhibited. One night, we were looking at the stars and she pulled down her pants and began to masturbate, right in front of me. I was surprised, but she just kept up and after a while, had an orgasm. I was very inexperienced at that, so I just watched what she was doing. I was even more surprised that when she finished and calmed down, she left her shorts down and suggested I do it too. I did it a little, but was nervous and instead of it feeling good, I felt stupid. I was shaking so hard. She came over by my side and just held me for a while and before I knew it she was rubbing my chest and stomach and I started to relax and got very turned on. She put her hand down my pants and it felt wonderful. But after a few minutes when I didn't cum right away, she stopped and said we should go back. Instead of helping me get over being horny, I was just jumping out of my skin."
"Well, so?"
"The next day was the last day of camp and we left. We traded letters a few times, then lost track of each other. High school and, so far, college, have been very average for me. A few nice guys. I still get horny but very nervous about sex. Listen to me, I hardly know you and I can't believe I told you about that. At camp. I've never told anyone about that night."
But Heather was a good listener and gave her a hug. "Nothing to be ashamed about, I'd say. Horny girl meets horny girl with no boys around and the good times begin. I can tell you a story about me. I had a teacher in high school who was a real fox. Great shape, tight ass, long legs. All the male teachers and most of the boys fell all over themselves trying to get her attention and into her pants. But she was into girls. Nothing overt, just, well, after a while, we figured it out. She walked the straight and narrow at school and with the female students. I was surprised to find her to be a real turn on for me and watched everything she did. The way her breasts moved in her blouse, the way her underwear showed under her skirt. I had her in two classes and a study hall and was horny all the time. Anyway, she had to give a long speech one night at school, to all the parents. The lectern was one of those great big things, dark wood, curtains around the speaker from the side. Once they walked up to it, you couldn't see anything of them from the audience except for the head and shoulders. Well, I slipped inside and waited. She came in to give the speech and about ten minutes after she started, I started gently blowing through a straw into the gap between the buttons on her slacks. I don't think she consciously felt it at first, but it started to get her hot after a while. She finally reached down and rubbed her crotch a little and then went on with the speech. When she rubbed again, a button came undone and I could see some of her cunt hair through her panties. Real low cut hip riders, they only just barely covered her crack. Boy, was I surprised, but now I had an even better target, and concentrated on her pussy directly, blowing a little harder. The second time I did it, I heard her make a little noise and her hips twitched. I must have hit a hot spot. By then I think she must have realized that something was up, but she went on because she had to. I worked on her clit and it started to push the very top of her panties out. She could help herself, and gave herself another quick rub! I had her hot and bothered now."
"God, Helen, did she have a big clit! I've heard some girls do. Mine is nice and just pokes out for all to see if I get it hard, but her's wins the prize."
"Well, let me tell you, she was WELL endowed in that area. I would pause, then blow. I was very excited myself, but then her clit pushed out over the very top of her panties and stood up before me. It was soaked too. Dark red and swollen. I blew hot, then cold air on it, then wait, then shift to a different pattern. Her hips twitched and twitched. I kept it up for twenty minutes and the whole lectern was hot with punk. She reached a break in the talk while they changed slides or something. I impulsively leaned forward and pulled the clit into my mouth and ran my tongue over it. Well, that did it. She had a big orgasm right then and there. She shook all over and I could see her stomach flatten and ripple as it took her. I let her go and sat back and let the speech end. Everyone soon left and I snuck out. I spotted her waiting in the parking lot, so I went out an emergency exit on the other side of school."
"Does she know who did it?" Helen was very turned listening to this talk.
"No. I've never told anyone about it till tonight."
"Well, that beats my friend in a field story."
"That doesn't matter. You shouldn't worry about exploring and trying new things. As long as everyone is honest and no one gets hurt and you stop if they say stop. Opportunities are everywhere."
There was a long silence, then Helen quietly asked, "What, I mean, what did she taste like? Was it gross?"
Heather put her arm around her waist. "No. I always wondered what it might be like, too. I even snuck a couple of tastes of myself, but her juice was sweet and, well, sexy. I liked it!"
They suddenly both heard a voice, down in the path past their turnoff. Then a second. Two of the other girls were moving down the path. As they looked down between the rocks, the girls just came into view between two boulders off a little way. Helen and Heather were downwind, so the soft voices came to them, but they were protected.
They stopped and spread a blanket in the only clearing visible from their position. "God, if Billy finds me out here with you."
"He should consider himself lucky you screw him at all. Hell, he hasn't got a clue on how to fuck you right or you wouldn't still need it so bad. Tonight, you horny bitch, you are going to have the top of your head come off and Billy can take his cock home and fuck someone else."
Without much motion, Heather and Helen moved close together to watch the unexpected action. Heather, slightly behind Helen, had her big breast pressed firmly into the back of Helen's arm. It felt nice, but their attention was soon drawn elsewhere.
It was Joyce and Betsy. Betsy pulled the top off Joyce and without much hesitation, ran her hand over Joyce's round tit. They moved close and kissed, heads bobbing and moving around as their tongues moved in and out and explored the hot cavities of each mouth. Hands worked and clothes fell away.
Heather felt Helen press back against her. She placed a hand on the small of Helen's back and went back to watching.
Joyce went down and pulled a nipple into her mouth. "Oh, baby, that is soooo good. Good. Yessss. Goooood. Oh. Oh." Betsy was going to be a noisy one.
The sucking sounds came to them on the breeze. And with it, the swelling punk smell of hot pussy.
Joyce moved over to the other breast and slid her hand between Betsy's legs. Betsy moved them further apart and continued to moan. "Ohhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhh. Put in another finger. Please. More. More. Another. God, yes. More. Ohhhhh. "
Helen whispered, "This is getting me so hot. I can smell their hot sex."
Heather rubbed her back and slid the back of her top up to expose the skin, rubbing in circles. Helen relaxed against her.
"Please put your tongue in me. Give it to me. Put it in. I can't wait. Give me that big snake."
Joyce eased her down on the blanket and her legs spread wide, pussy facing them. Even from here, they could see the glistening of her wet cunt, now open and eager to be fucked. Joyce positioned herself in a sixty nine position over her and lowered her head. At once, Betsy began a constant whimpering chatter, telling them explicitly of every move of Joyce's obviously long and experienced tongue.
"Oh. YES. YES YES. Ohhhhh. Mmmmmm. Oh. Yes YES YES. Hot, so hot. My clit, Ohhhhh. Deeper. YES. Do me. Do me. Do me. Yes. Oh my god. Ohhhhhhh. "
Betsy's legs were now almost straight up in the air. Slowly they wrapped around Joyce's head and pulled her into the steamy pussy. Joyce's tongue slid deep inside, the pussy juice flowing over her lips and over her face.
Heather was now drifting her hand alongside Helen's side, the bulge of the ample breast just beyond Heather's finger tips. Helen was trembling and twisted slightly to the right. She moved away and without a word, pulled her top over her head, freeing her breasts to Heather's grasp. The breast moved into Heather's hand and the nipple moved under her thumb. She gave a deep sigh as the finger and thumb closed over the nipple and stretched it slowly out, then down and around. Released, a feather stoke, here, there, here again, back to the nipple. A touch, a stroke, finally, at random, another squeeze. The nipple went rock hard. Helen had never been so hot so fast. Her eyes never left the back of Joyce's head and Betsy's legs, now back to being straight up. Heather continued to stroke.
"Oh. OHOHOHOH.... I'm going to CUM....!" It was almost a shout. Betsy bucked and Joyce stayed in place, sucking down the flowing cum. The loud slurping, sucking sounds crossed to them on the night.
Heather shifted behind Helen and ran her other hand around to the front and lifted the other breast, pulling her back against her legs and chest. Helen's head was now between Heather's breasts, nipples up and hard. Helen moaned softly.
Joyce continued to suck and Betsy whimpered. "Again. Again. Make me go again. Oh, honey, you do me right. God what a bitchin' tongue. What a fucking machine." It was an urgent non-stop babble, revealing an unslaked, uncontrollable lust. Joyce again slid a hot very long tongue inside her, then pulled her clit into her mouth and sucked. Betsy was off again.
Helen whispered. "I need to cum too."
"Shhhhhhh. You will. Wait, baby wait. They might hear you."
Betsy was flying high, losing her mind. "Shit. Oh. Shit. SHIT. Don't, no, not my asssss. Oh, please. Yes. YES. YES. I'm going. I'm going. I'M unnnnnnnnnnn." The last a cry interrupted by a groan as her belly pulsed and her breathing stopped. Legs straight up. they shook over and over and finally, lowered onto the blanket. Betsy had passed out. Joyce had fulfilled her earlier promise.
Heather slipped a hand down and unhooked Helen's pants. Her hand traced to the top of the crotch and moved around. Slowly, the pants were worked down and her pussy was exposed. Top unbuttoned. Heather continued to moved Helen closer to orgasm.
Joyce and Betsy got up slowly and held each other in the night, kissing and stroking each other. "Next time, it's your turn. God, that was GREAT. The hell with Billy. You can have me ANY time, honey. That tongue is MINE." Blanket rolled up, they kissed again and walked out of sight, back toward camp.
Helen's breath was coming in short gasps and her hips jerked as Heather's fingers moved over the pussy lips and the tip of a finger parted them. The hot juice spread like honey and the red hot heat of an inflamed pussy greeted her finger as it went in, one knuckle at a time. Eyes closed, a groan escaped her lips and she started to speak, "GoooooooOOOOOOO....." The orgasm tore through her and she shook and belly flattened. The fire went up her spine and exploded in her head.
Heather could feel her own passion rise as Helen went over the top, but she held her until her breath settled down and her eyes opened and began to refocus. Heather kissed her. "I told you I would make it happen for you."
They waited a while in the night, the wet slowing drying. Holding each other. Finally, they returned to camp. Just at the camp edge, behind the last boulder, Helen stopped and turned to Heather. Without a word, she unbuttoned Heather's top and freed the globes. Leaning down, she sucked each nipple until Heather's knees began to buckle and her breath got ragged. Helen stopped, buttoned her up and said "You're right, a little fun can't harm anybody. That's for something to remember me by tomorrow while you're digging."
"Shit, I'm horny as hell now. How do you expect me to sleep like this?" She was grinning broadly.
Helen hugged her and went on to her tent. Her pussy was still soaked and the wet was exciting on her legs as she walked.
Heather slipped into her bunk and released herself with practiced fingers.
Her bunk-mate smiled and rolled over watch in the dark. Heather was on her back and when the orgasm came, her back bent like a bow and she gave a brief snort. Sleep finally came.
PART 16
Judy and Heather were assigned out on a fringe dig for three straight days, well away from everyone else. They worked side by side. Heather noticed Judy sneaking glances at her body, and the second day began to wear very tight jeans, especially in the crotch. Her cunt was nicely outlined and the seam creased the pussy lips nicely. A bonus was the thrill it gave her when she walked around. Her tops always seemed to become more unbuttoned after they reached the dig, and she made sure Judy had a couple of sneak looks at her chest during the next two days.
Judy turned out to be very nice and they chatted about all sorts of things during the day as they worked. Slim, with firm, grapefruit sized boobs that needed no bra, she used every opportunity to have her tight butt in front of Heather. The conversations were light, but it always came around to sex in the end. They shared some stories, but the were sort of neutral in terms of the genders involved.
"I always just enjoy it. I love to cum. But rarely meet anyone who will go slow and let it build up until, you know, you just loose your breath and your brain explodes!"
"Some people have all sorts of special, well, skills."
"Well, I haven't had any surprises lately."
Judy was quiet. "Well, you never know when you can have something unique happen to you, or by who."
"I guess you're right. Girls seem to know how to go slow and enjoy things, though, generally speaking."
Judy was staring at a beautiful breast, nipple in full view against the light fabric of the blouse. God, she got hot, blushed and put her head down, trying to get her breath. She had to have this woman.
That night was movie night and Heather and Judy picked a spot to the rear of the group, in a place that was dark even when the movie was playing.
After the movie was playing for a while, Judy moved her stool very close to Heather's and slightly to the rear. Sitting back down, she was now close enough to be only an inch from Heather's freshly washed hair.
She placed a hand lightly on Heather's lower back and hooked a finger under the waistband of her shorts. The movie continued. Judy leaned forward and moved Heather's hair away from her ear and leaned near enough for Heather to feel her breath on the back of the ear.
She felt a thrill go down Heather's back and moved her lips up and nibbled gently on the edge of her ear. The tip of her tongue appeared and she traced the edge of the ear, slowly working her way around and around.
Heather felt another thrill and wished Judy would be careful. She gave an involuntary gasp as the hot tongue slipped deep inside her ear and squirmed around. It withdrew.
Judy's whisper came, faint, breathless. "Surprise. You hot, beautiful, luscious, horny bitch, I'm going to make you cum in your pants. Then, I'm going to fuck you until you cum on my face. I want your beautiful boobs in my hands and in my mouth and you will eat me till I cum a bucket of cum and you drink it all." The tongue returned, teasing, penetrating, retreating, teeth pulling on the ear. Tongue up and down her neck.
Heather's body reacted to this tender assault by going into overdrive. Her nipples rose and her crack was instantly wet. She tried to see if anyone was paying attention to them, but her head was swimming with confusion as the lust clouded her mind.
Everyone else was deep into the movie by now.
Judy kept it up, moved to the other side, even more in the dark, and tongued the other eager ear, while a finger played and slid in and out of the other one.
Heather's breath was ragged and she needed to moan, but suppressed it.
"Please, you've got to stop. I can't stand this. I need to move."
"Turn toward me." She did and firm hands popped the top button of her jeans, fingers exploring as they worked down. "Slide out your left leg."
The pressure on her mons increased and she twisted left and slid her pants down enough to get a leg out and pulled them back up. Anyone looking back would only see cloth.
Her wetness gleamed in the starlight. Judy pushed a small kerchief into Heather's mouth.
"Mustn't make noise." She was instructed. This was crazy. They had to stop. She went to get up out of her chair, but Judy had moved around and knelt, pushing the slim thigh to the right. Then, hot breath preceding her wet mouth, her head was between Heather's spread legs. As she kept her head and upper body turned to the screen, her lower legs began to shake as Judy's tongue found her pussy and began to lick the flowing juice. Heather's hot, copious flow made Judy even hotter and she sank her tongue into the tight but eager pussy. And now, Heather found out what made Judy special. Her tongue, freed of it's normal restraint by a simple operation, flowed out of her mouth until of it was deeper inside Heather than she could believe. And, again, in an instant, it was withdrawn and other parts were sucked, licked, teased and stroked. Heather, trembled and shook and gave a very muted and astonished gasp of surprise as the penetration continued, each renewed attack taking her a little higher, and finally, built to beyond belief. It wiggled and retreated, only to repeat the attack, sometimes deep, sometimes only at the edge. And she still built.
And the movie ended and Judy stood up and stood close by Heather to cover her naked leg. Her head was resting on Judy's shoulder. As people passed, they smiled and Judy said, "Went to sleep twenty minutes ago. I'll get her back to the tent as soon as I can get her butt moving."
Actually, Heather was only slowly coming back down from her blissful passion.
They just got Heather's pants back on after five minutes and Judy continued to hold Heather.
"God, I need to cum."
"Let's go to your tent."
"Tish will be up."
"I doubt it, she never came to the movie."
They walked quietly to her tent and, pausing slightly, went in alone. Tish was sleeping on her back, breathing deeply. Heather reached back out, motioned, and Judy walked in behind her. Judy motioned for her to peel her pants and top and lay on her cot, legs hanging clear of the end from her pussy on.
A pillow over her head to muffle any sounds, and Judy returned to between her legs, first removing her own shorts. Now, she returned to this sweet pussy, with its dense black hair matted with cum, the wet, glistening in the light, revealing the swollen lips, open to her mouth. Her tongue traced the inner thigh and slowly worked toward the honey pot. And then it found Heather's wanton hole and began the ever so slow advance and retreat again, only this time, so slow that Heather couldn't believe how hot she had become.
Quite on their own, as her lust would rise, her legs would rise until they were straight up, then lower until they framed Judy's head, heels resting lightly on her back. She was trembling, and, making small noises and groaning into the pillow.
Could this last forever? She wanted this pleasure to go on and on and on. And Judy filled her wish. With a care and gentle consideration, she never let Heather build in a great rush, just a gentle slope, then retreat as the pressure built in this luscious pussy, so wet, so tight, so sweet.
Tish slowly awakened and, as her head cleared, realized that Heather was making quiet, passionate noises again, enough to awaken her. God, this kid could sure get her hot. She wondered if she dared to talk to her about how seeing her naked, or how hearing her get off affected her. After all, it was a big surprise to her too.
But now, in the dim light, she began to realize that someone was with Heather, eating her pussy as Heather, buried in a pillow, moaned and groaned. Turning her head slightly, she lay there, watching the live porn show in the next cot. And her own ardor rose quickly. Almost unconsciously, a hand slide down, under the band of her panties, and a finger tip began to roam.
Heather was only aware now of the snake of a tongue, on occasion reaching further inside than humanly possible. Her lust was in complete control as her pussy, spasmodically gripping the probing tongue, triggered wave after wave of pleasure. Her back tensed and released as Judy continued. Judy knew she had to give Heather release soon.
Her own fingers were busy, pulling on her nipples, then spreading her own wet cunt and diving into the third knuckle, her passion rising with Heather's. The sucking sounds filled the tent.
Tish, focused with great intensity on the action, could make out the generous swell of breasts and turgid nipples on the person ravishing Heather and knew it was another girl. The revelation both shocked and excited her. The pace of her own rubbing increased.
Heather was starting to shake all over. As her legs rose, Judy felt her own passion rising to take her and began to probe Heather as deeply as her tongue would go. Heather groaned and thrust over and over against this snake-like muscle of pleasure. And at long last, the orgasm took her in a massive explosion of nerves, her breath caught and she tossed and turned. Judy, timing it nicely, plunged a third finger into her own ready hole and released as well. Her cries muffled in Heather's cunt, she shook and cried out with pleasure.
Neither of them were in any condition to hear the muted series of grunts from Tish as her breath was driven out of her in her own intense orgasm.
It was quite some time before Judy was able to rise. Standing over Heather, she smiled and kissed her on the cheek and covered her up. She slid her own clothes back on, and looking over at Tish, lying quiet in her bunk, pushed the flap back and retreated to her own bunk for a few hours of needed sleep.
The next day, two new graduate students joined the group, a guy and a girl. The girl was very nice looking, long, blond hair, small, pointy tits and thin waist, swelling hips. The next day after that was Heather's day off and normally would have had the camp to herself to rest, relax, sleep, read, or whatever.
Today, though, the new girl, Linda stayed behind and as the morning wore on, they began to get to know each other.
"Actually, I'm studying the changing sexual habits of students on campus."
"How do you do that, watch?"
Linda laughed. "No, just give surveys and study the statistics. Masters and Johnson I'm not."
"What kind of questions do you ask?"
"The usual stuff. Are you a virgin, how often do you have sex. What is your sexual preference. Types of sex."
"You must hear some interesting answers."
"From time to time. I'm always surprised by who gives the more fringe answers, though. I've learned you can't always judge the package by the cover." She looked Heather up and down slowly.
Heather asked. "And what does my cover tell you?"
Linda paused. "Well, its a VERY nice cover. I'd say, since you dress conservatively, you tend to be pretty straight in most respects."
"Can I take the survey?"
"Sure, I'll get one from my tent. It takes about an hour."
They went over to Heather's tent and sat in the shade. Linda was right, the questions were pretty straightforward, but soon they began to hit snags.
"Have you every been to a sex club?"
Heather's answer brought her up short. "For men or women?"
"Women? You mean women only?"
"Women only."
"I've never heard of such a thing. Have you been to one?"
"I thought you were asking the questions here."
Linda blushed and they both laughed.
"Yes, I have."
Now Linda was really curious. "Well, I am sworn not to every tell any details about who goes and where it is, but, let's just say that I know a friend's Aunt with unconventional needs and she's a member. She's always made sure I got to experience some of the better things in life and wanted to be sure I got to know about this too. I was eighteen, a freshman, and she asked me and her niece to go with her."
"And?"
"Well, it was a night to remember, I can tell you that."
"Did you like it?" The very thought of such a place got Linda aroused.
"To be honest, I loved it. They pamper you and do everything they can think of to get you hot and bothered and keep you that way all night. You have a partner, a woman, for the evening, and she attends to your every need. And I mean every need, if you know what I mean, even ones you never thought you had before you let them get their hands, and other things, on you.
"And what were your needs?"
"I needed to get off in a major way within fifteen minutes of walking in. And did they ever get me to cum. Hell, once I came in my shorts just walking down the hall to go back to the porn movie."
The very memory of the night had Heather aroused as well, her nipples extending and pushing her top up in two points. They both spotted each others obvious signs of arousal and grinned at each other.
"Um, let's get back to the survey."
"OK, we definitely want to get finished."
"Do you masturbate?"
"Yes."
"Do you use any mechanical or passive aids?"
"Yes, and electronic, too."
"Electronic?" Linda paused again.
"Well, it would take to long to explain, and I don't have any of that stuff out here, but there are some unbelievable products out there, if you know who to contact."
"Describe the aids you use."
"We could be here all day. Why don't I just show you and you can make notes?"
"I don't normally ask to see...."
"That's OK, I have them right here."
With that, she pulled a medium size bag out from under the cot and began to lay out the many devices she had with her.
Linda was stunned and very aroused to see the variety of fucking gear Heather owned. And apparently used quite frequently. She had occasionally rubbed herself with objects in the room around her, but nothing even remotely close to this.
"I see you like my toys." Linda's nipples were rock hard under her tight t-shirt, standing on top of her cone-shaped boobs, the were up and proud.
"God, yes. I've never seen anything like this stuff." Her hand reached out, shaking slightly, then hesitated. "Can I touch it?"
"Sure."
Each piece was handled and Heather explained its use. When they came to the enormous double dildo, Linda picked up its considerable weight and whispered, "God, this monster would rip you open."
"No, in spite of what you see, it actually... Well, beside size, this honey has more surprises in it than you can imagine. To get it in, you squeeze it down to be narrow on one end and then let it expand inside for a nice tight, well, expanding fit. Then your partner does the same thing. The fluid goes to the other end and then the fun really begins. The fluid inside has all sorts of other special properties. The heat inside also makes it swell up some more. It then fits real tight, every nook and cranny, if you know what I mean, and the feelings and movement inside each partner are transmitted to the other."
Linda found herself hot as she continued to fondle the device. She was imagining what it would feel like. Squeezing one end, she felt the other end instantly swell in response. She could imagine what this must feel like inside. She felt her pussy go wet and she looked down and her nipples were still hard. She finally looked over at Heather.
She had been watching her reaction to the dong and her description of how it was used. Heather licked her lips and decided to take a chance. She reached over and took the tool from Linda and began to rub it up Linda's arm. Linda trembled, but did nothing to stop Heather as their eyes locked.
"The only way to really understand what I mean is to try it." The black head moved over the tight nipple and down, and over to the other tit, the tingles shooting to Linda's pussy, already very, very damp. Linda had never made it with a woman, but had often wondered how it would be.
Heather moved close and kissed her. Placing the tool on the cot, she moved back to Linda and took off her top. Freeing her own swollen rack, she put her hands around Linda's waist and drew her to her. Linda's hard points pressed into Heather's and then the breasts flattened into each other, pressing back firmly onto each rib cage. The pressure was delightful.
Tongues merged and soon Linda was breathless. With the sensuous kiss, all her reservations fled and she gave herself to this lusty woman.
Heather took the lead and peeled Linda's slacks and bikini underwear, then her own. They merged back together, pussies grinding on each other. Linda was groaning at the contact of her erect clit on the thick mat of hair.
Heather led Linda to the cot and removed a blanket, then arranged Linda on her back on one end the blanket on the floor. Spreading her legs, she picked up the tool and made one end very slim. Linda closed her eyes as Heather, working very slowly and gradually, inserted the now slim head inside, and, with slight in and out movements, worked six inches inside. Linda's fingers traced the thick tool as she took it, moaning slightly as her pussy expanded to take the invader. This was more than Linda had ever experienced and her hips were bucking on the tool.
"Now me. We lay apart with our legs inside each other, and the tool joining us. Our pussies do all the work."
Heather squeezed very gently on the tool and Linda instantly felt the swelling fullness stretch her cunt even more. Deep inside, the bulbous head began to regain its size and Linda groaned a deep groan as her belly rippled with passion, stretched with every nerve on fire.
Heather moved into position, and the her head of the tool popped inside her slick cunt. Her hand shaking as she lay down, and very gradually inched down until their pussies were still six inches apart, with the swollen member now joining them.
Linda felt the pulses of Heather as her stretched cunt spasmed and clenched the swelling dong. Her own pussy reacted and the pattern established itself. Linda felt her passion rise and rise, with the swelling dong stretching and teasing her, every nerve in her cunt now protesting and exploding. As the minutes went by, both girls moved deep in the heat of this fuck, hips twitching and their pussies, full and wet, becoming more and more spasmodic. And they twitched on as the dong worked in deeper and deeper, the six inches becoming five, then four, gradually disappearing. Now the pussy lips, slick with cum, pressed against each other and added their sensations to the accelerating pace. Moans and cries of pleasure filled the tent. Their fingers intertwined and they pulled on each other to thrust.
Linda could take no more and her babbling increased. "Oh, God. It is sooooooo good. Good. God. Good. Oh, fuck. Fuck me. Yes. Yes. I need to cum. I. cum. cum. cum. YES! YES!. Ungh! UNGH! " She came in a wave of spasms that drove the breath from her. Her pussy clenched the tool with a tight spasm and the shock hit Heather's stretched and lust filled cunt and her orgasm took her as well in a loud groan that joined in with Linda's shouts.
As the passion receded, Heather kept Linda, exhausted from the intensity of her orgasm, in position. Stretched and full, they lay there, trembling. After several minutes, Heather's pussy spasmed again in ripples of intense passion and gripped the dong. Linda's tortured cunt, to her surprise, answered with a sharp squeeze of its own. Five minutes later, they began to build up the pattern and the moaning began again. It was over an hour later when, sweaty and exhausted, they slowly uncoupled and embraced. The rest of the time of Linda's stay in the camp, she would stop by and borrow various items for her research, including, from time to time, Heather herself. She left camp an expert in her field.
(To Be Continued....)
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