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Heather and Riley Ch. 01

By: MillerHighLife



Riley was going from booth to booth at her high school college fair. Every university in the state was there trying to attract just one more paying member for next year's freshman class. Riley listened to each of the college's pitch and picked up every brochure. She had one more school to check out, Centerville University. It was definitely not her first choice but it was a good school so see worked her way through the crowd up to their table. 

Centerville University was the local school. It was only ten blocks from the apartment her and her mother, Heather, shared. CU was known for being entirely focused on academics. This created a problem for Riley. She needed at least a partial athletic scholarship to pay for college. The other issue was that she had always wanted to have every American teenager's dream of going away to college. 

The college fair was wrapping up so Riley ducked out a few minutes early. Not having to fight the crowds in the halls after school would allow her to make it to the old gym for basketball practice without being late. The gym was actual named Gymnasium B but her and the rest of the ladies varsity basketball team called it the old gym because that is what it was. Wilson High School had been built in the late 30's but had been continually added onto to keep pace with it's growing student body. 

Riley was the first one in locker room. She went to her locker and started to change into her practice uniform. Because the ladies basketball team was the only sport to use the locker room, all the girls had their own lockers. As far as Riley was concerned that was the only good thing about the old gym. She changed quickly and went out to the court to start stretching before practice. 

After a few stretches, the rest of her team mates joined her on the hard wood and then Ms. Pritchard, their coach, took charge of the practice. Ms. Pritchard was know being tough and result oriented. She was also the school nurse; however, as a nurse she was very caring. The practice went without any surprises and Ms. Pritchard released them on time. 

The girls went off to the locker room to shower and change back into their street clothes. Riley went to her locker and stripped out of her sweaty uniform. Wearing only her shower sandals she and the rest of the team went off to the shower room. 

The shower room was nothing more than a white tile room with shower heads poking out from one wall. The room offered zero privacy except for the steam. Riley wished that she had more privacy from the other girls because no matter how many times they saw her nude they always seemed to stare. She showered and dressed quickly. Waiting outside, in their old pale blue pick-up truck was her Mom.

Riley, trying not to slip on the patches of ice, carefully made her way across the parking lot to the truck and climbed inside. The winter had been exceptionally cold the past couple of weeks. The weathermen kept claiming that the cold snap would pass soon. Riley pulled off her gloves so she could warm her hands on the heater.

"So how was the college fair?" asked Heather as she put the truck in drive.

" It went okay. I got brochures from all the schools and I picked up some financial aid stuff," answered Riley as she rubbed her hands over the heater.

"Was the recruiter from Brighton there today? " said Heather .

"No. Mr. Collins was not there. I really thought he would have called by now. He seemed really interested after he came to the last dive meet but there is still a couple of weeks left in the basketball season. We have not had any recruiters show up yet but I will keep hoping," said Riley.

Heather tried to share her daughter's optimism. The Lady Tigers had lost more games than they had won and none of the players were outstanding enough to attract the recruiters. For the rest of their trip home they chatted about each other's day and other things of little importance.

Riley and Heather shared a tiny one bedroom apartment. Privacy was not really an option since they also shared the bedroom. It was tight squeeze with the two twin size beds but they made do with what they had. As soon as they got home Riley she went to her bed to start her homework and Heather went to the kitchen to start dinner. While in the kitchen she notice that there was a message on the answering machine. She pressed the flashing button.

"This call is for Riley. I am Dave Collins from Brighton State University. I am calling to let you know that we have filled our roster for our dive team. I am sorry. We will be keeping your information and if anything changes we will be in touch." played the message.

Riley had been standing in the doorway when the message played. Heather looked up and saw her daughter standing there with a look of total rejection on her face. 

"Well, I guess that is that," said Riley as she turned and went back to her homework. 

Heather followed Riley down the short hall to their bedroom. Riley was sitting on the end of her bed trying to read her chemistry book. A single tear was slowly running down her cheek. Heather sat down next to her and wrapped her arm around her daughter.

Heather hugged Riley tightly and said, "Everything is work out. We will find a way. We always do."

Times had been tough for the two them over the years. Riley had never known her father. He left Heather shortly after he found out she was pregnant. Heather had to drop out of college after her first year. She was lucky to get a job as a secretary in a law office and she had worked there ever since. Riley's grandma helped out by watching Riley during the day until she was old enough to be on her own. Heather and Riley had become experts at just getting by.

"Have got a great idea. There is a tub of rocky road in the freezer. I think we should spoil our dinner tonight and watch some TV," said Heather trying to cheer her up.

"That sounds good," answered Riley.

Later that night after some ice cream and some sitcoms, Riley was definitely feeling in better spirits and decided to take a long soak in the tub before bed. Riley went off to the bathroom and stripped out of her clothes. She started her water and added some bubble bath she had gotten last week at her eighteenth birthday party. There was a soft knock on the door.

"Come on in," said Riley.

Heather opened the door and came into the bathroom. Heather just wanted to wash her face before she got ready for bed.

"You don't mind if I shave?" asked Riley as she propped her leg up on the edge of tub. 

"I thought you were going to let it grow back in after the dive season?" asked Heather.

"I was but it itches when it starts grow back. I never really wanted to shave it all off in the first place but the cut of those new diving suits left nothing to the imagination. Total camel toe," said Riley as she carefully smeared shaving cream over her pussy.

"The material was really thin too. Everyone could see your little man in the canoe. Some of the other mother used to joke and say that you had a bigger bulge in your suit than some of the boys," said Heather as she scrubbed her make-up off.

"No they didn't!" exclaimed Riley.

"They most certainly did. I think they were a little jealous if you ask me. They even asked me about it once. I just told them it was your lucky marble. Mrs. Walsh said I should order you a special suit like she had to for her son, Doug," said Heather. 

"What do you mean by special suit?" asked Riley as she shaved.

"Well, according to Mrs. Walsh, Doug could not fit all of his equipment in the standard diving trunks that the school provides. She had to get one specially made that fit him. It was really something to hear all those middle aged moms lusting after a guy not even half their age," said Heather as she scrubbed the last of her make-up off.

"I thought his cheering section was so large because he was a good diver not because his bulge was so large," said Riley.

Riley looked down at her pussy to make sure she had gotten all the tiny hairs. With all the talk about Doug's cock and the shaving had caused her clit to grow. Riley was both blessed and cursed with a very large clit. Even when she was not aroused it stuck out of her tight lips. If she wore tight jeans she orgasm just by walking around but it did make wearing a bathing suit a little embarrassing. 

"I have a late birthday present for you. It is kind of private so I could not give it to you last week at Grandma's. I'll be right back," said Heather as she left the bathroom.

Riley took a washcloth and wiped away what was left of the shaving cream. She rinsed it out and soaked it again and then pressed it back against her lips. The warmth penetrated her slowly. Heather came back into the bathroom carrying a gift box with a bow on it and handed it to Riley.

"I was kind of nervous about giving this to you but I figure we are both adults now. My mother was a real prude about this sort of thing and I just want things to be different between us. So go ahead and open it," said Heather.

She united the bow and opened the box. Riley's mouth fell open in shock. Inside the box was nine inch dildo molded as a realistic penis with two egg sized balls and a suction cup on the base.

All Riley could say was, "Wow! It looks like the real thing."

"That is because it was actually molded from a porn star's dick," said Heather, "I think his name is Lance Steel."

Riley did not know what to say other than, "Thanks."

"Well, I am going to leave you and Lance alone now so you two can get acquainted," said Heather as she closed the bathroom door.

Heather left the bathroom and shut the door behind her. Riley shook her head and chuckled. It was a little strange getting a sex toy from her mother and come to think of it she had never heard her say "dick" before either. She picked up it up and looked at it. She ran her finger around the large mushroom shaped head and then traced one of the bulging vein running down the shaft. The latex was soft and flexible. Between her legs she could tell she was getting moist. In fact she could feel a warm trickle of her juices starting to run down the inside of her thigh.

Riley slowly lowered herself into the warm soapy water. She closed her eyes and slide down lower into the water. After a few minutes of relaxing, Riley picked up her new toy. She took the dildo and stuck it to the bottom of the tub in between her legs. The tip of it was still three inches above the water.

"This could be fun," said to herself as lifted her hips above the tip. Riley let the tip just barely penetrate her smooth lips. She slowly lowered down letting her weight impale the toy into herself. She could feel herself stretching out to accommodate it's length and girth. She moaned deeply as she bottomed out on it.

"Oh, this feels great," she thought as started rocking back and forth. Riley grabbed her breasts and squeezed her nipples. Riley could feel an orgasm building deep inside her. To push herself over the edge she gentle rubbed her clit.

Out in the living room, Heather was busy tidying up. She paused for a moment when she heard the faint moans coming from the bathroom. Smiling she continued cleaning up. Heather was in the kitchen drying the last of the dishes when Riley came into the living room. Riley was wearing only a pair of white cotton panties and an old tank top. Even from across the room Heather could clearly see that her daughter's massive clit was still aroused. It was straining against the thin form fitting fabric. 

Heather put away the last plate in the cupboard as Riley came into the kitchen. Riley grabbed the milk jug from the fridge and set it on the counter. 

"From that pup tent of yours, I assume you enjoyed your toy," said Heather.

"Pup tent?" asked Riley as she turned to face her mother.

Heather had meant to just point but with the cramped space in the kitchen and Riley's sudden turn towards her, Heather accidentally mashed her finger hard into her daughter's swollen love nub. Riley's knees instantly buckled from the sudden explosion of pain and pleasure. Heather caught Riley before she went completely to the floor. She held on tightly as Riley's body convulsed. The waves of orgasm matched the throbbing of her clit. Still gasping for air, Riley composed herself and stood up on her own.

"I'm so sorry," exclaimed Heather.

"It's okay. I just didn't expect it," said Riley as the last of the orgasm subsided. All that was left now was an intense throbbing pain.

"You must still have been sensitive, again I am sorry," apologized Heather.

Riley looked down at her throbbing clit and was shocked to see that the front of her panties were completely drenched.

"What did I do, wet myself?" asked Riley.

Riley pulled the front of her panties down. Clear thick fluid was flowing from her pussy. So much was gushing out that it started pouring onto the vinyl floor. Riley slide her soaked panties off and squatted over them to catch the juices that were still dripping from her. The smell of sex hung in the air like perfume.

"Let me get you a towel," said Heather. 

Heather grabbed a clean towel from the draw and handed it to Riley. Riley wiped the last drops from her pussy and then wiped up the mess she had made on the floor. Heather took the soaked panties and towel from Riley and tossed them both in the sink.  

Riley stood up and looked down at her clit. It was still throbbing. Very carefully Riley spread her pussy lips apart and pulled back on the hood that cover her clit. Her clit was fully exposed. It was definitely bigger than normal. Heather leaned down to take a closer look. She could see clearly see Riley's pulse in her clit. 

"Does it hurt?" asked Heather.

"Yeah, it really hurts," answered Riley through her clenched teeth.

Heather opened the freezer and took out an ice cube.

"No way, Mom. That will be too cold," said Riley.

"Just hold still a second,'' said Heather as she gentle placed the ice cube against Riley's clit.

The cold slowly numbed Riley's clit. After a few moments, Riley exhaled in relief. 

"Mom, that feels better," sighed Riley as Heather held the last remains of the quickly melting ice cube.

"Again, I am really sorry," said Heather.

"It is okay Mom, actually I am a little embarrassed. I just climaxed right in front of you," said Riley as she blushed a little.

"It wasn't your fault. Your body just took over. There is nothing to be ashamed of." said Heather.

"I am going to bed. I am really tired." said Riley.

"I will see you in the morning," said Heather as Riley went off to bed.

After a few minutes later Heather went off to bed too.

Heather and Riley Ch. 02



The next morning Riley woke up just before the alarm went off. She could hear her mom in the bathroom getting ready for work. Feeling the urgent call of nature, Riley got up and went to the bathroom. She knocked lightly on the closed door.

"Mom. I need to go. Can I come in?" asked Riley.

"Sure thing," said Heather.

Heather was in her panties and nothing else standing in front of the mirror applying her make-up. Many people often mistook her for Riley's older sister. Her breasts were still firm and not a bit of sagginess anywhere on her body. Riley once overheard a group of boys at school calling her mom a MILF. Heather got a real kick out of that once Riley explained what a MILF was to her.

Riley squeezed behind her mom and sat down on the toilet. 

"Everything okay down there?" asked Heather as she patted her cheekbones with powder. 

"I'm fine," answered Riley a little startled by the question.

"That's good. I was a little worried that I may have gone too big with your toy."

Riley finished up on the toilet and said, "No. It's great."

"Well just make sure you finish up in here next time, because I am not always going to be around to finish you off like I did last night."

Laced with sarcasm Riley said, " That is really funny."

Heather had finished her make-up and went into the bedroom to finish getting ready for work. Ten minutes later she was dressed, coffee in hand, and out the door. Riley on the other hand took her time getting ready. Her ride would not be there for another forty minutes. She went to her dresser and laid out her clothes.

Seniors had a relaxed dress code at Wilson High School and she took full advantage of it. Riley opened her dresser and pulled out a red long sleeve loungewear t-shirt and her black loungewear pants with a drawstring. She knew she wore this outfit too often but she already knew she was not going to win any fashion awards and besides it was comfortable. She opened her underwear drawer and pulled out a sports bra and briefs made from a cotton spandex blend. Riley loved the fact that they offered a little compression which helped soften the appearance of nipples and clit.

She stripped out the tank top and panties she had worn to bed. Before getting dressed Riley walked over to her mother's full length. Standing nude in front of the mirror she scrutinized her body. Her skin was naturally tan. That was the only gift she ever got from her Latin father. From her mother she got her dark hair and eyes. Years of playing sports had given her excellent muscle tone and not an once of fat. The only thing that was out of proportion to her five foot four body were her breasts. They were 38 C's and her nipples were a very dark shade of brown. She teased them slightly until they stood out about an inch and then slide her hands down over the soft outline of her six pack abs. She looked beautiful but like too many teenagers she was still self conscience about her body.

After getting dressed, Riley went to the kitchen and had a bowl of cereal and a glass of orange juice. Realizing she had only a few minutes until her ride showed up. Riley quickly packed her gym bag and raced out the door.

School was uneventful. There was a pop quiz in her Chemistry class but she did okay even though she had not finished her reading assignment last night. The last period of the day she had English and Doug Walsh sat in front of her. Seeing him reminded her of the conversation her and her mother had the night before. All during class she kept wondering if his mother had his underwear specially made too.

After English class, Riley stopped by her locker to drop off her books and to pick up her gym bag. On the way to the old gym she met up with two of her teammates, Ashley and Maria. Both of them had a wild streak which often gotten them into trouble. Maria was also the team captain. On the way to locker room they talked about there upcoming game with the Anderson Blue Jays that upcoming Friday.

The rest of the team was already in the locker room getting ready for practice. Riley opened the padlock on her locker and started unpacking her gym bag. It was then she realized she had forgotten to pack an extra set of underwear for after practice. She quietly cursed herself for being so forgetful and decided that she was just going to have to go commando after practice. Riley threw on her practice uniform and joined her teammates for practice.

The practice did not go well for Riley. Ms. Pritchard started them off running laps. Then she had the team work on a new passing drill. Riley was usually good at picking up the new drills but today was different. She kept making mistakes and messing up the rhythm of the rest of team. Ms. Pritchard kept the whole team late running more laps and then had Riley run the bleachers. Once Ms. Pritchard was satisfied that Riley had learned her lesson, she was released to hit the showers.

Her teammates had almost a ten minute head start in the showers so Riley had to hurry if she was going to have any hot water for her shower. She stopped at her locker for only a moment to disrobe and went for the showers not even taking the time to grab her shower sandals. All of the girls had finished their showers and were toweling off. When Riley turned on the water it was not just cold it was freezing. The water hitting her skin felt like needles. One of the girls laughed when she saw Riley jump away from the icy spray. 

Ashley yelled from the locker room, "Cold enough for you, Riley!"

Riley bit her lower lip and stepped back under the freezing cold water and yelled back, "It is just the way I like it!"

While Riley was soaping up she flinched when she touched her nipples. The cold had turned them as hard as stone and they standing out further than she had ever seen them. The water had the same effect on her clit which had swollen so large that it was spreading her pussy lips apart exposing her pink inner folds. Riley finished rinsing out her hair and went to her locker. Most of the girls were almost finished dressing so they took the time to get a good look at Riley. Then even started crowding around her for a closer look.

Ashley leaned in closer to Riley and announced, " Riley's nipples are huge. I have never seen anything like them. They are like those big marshmallows!"

"No, they are more like chocolate bonbons," said Carrie as she reached out and squeezed Riley's right nipple.

"Knock it off!" protested Riley.

Carrie gave Riley's frozen nipple one last squeeze before letting go. All the girls were gawking now. Riley tried to ignore them and continued to dry herself off. 

"Come on Riley, we are just having some fun. Don't get mad," said Ashley.

"I bet Riley has some fun with that," said Tina as she pointed at Riley's huge clit, "Look, it is bigger than my thumb."

Riley wrapped her towel around herself and said, "You are really embarrassing me. Please stop."

Maria stepped forward and said, " We will stop but first you have to do something."

Riley turned toward Maria and asked, "What do you want me to do?"

"Ms. Pritchard is still in her office. We dare you to have her examine you," said Maria.

"Examine me for what?"

"Just tell her you have been feeling strange down there and you think you need a check-up."

"How will we now she went through with it?" asked one of the girls.

"Simple, I will go with her," answered Maria.

Riley looked at Maria and the rest of the girls and realized they were serious about the dare. Riley wrapped her towel tighter around herself and said, "Alright, I will do it but all of you better promise to leave me alone."

Riley headed for the locker room door and Maria raced after her. Once outside in the gym, Maria grabbed Riley's arm.

"You don't really have to do this. We were only playing around," said Maria.

"No, we are going to do this," said Riley defiantly and she turned and continued across the gym floor wearing only her towel. Maria could only follow.

Ms. Pritchard was behind her desk when Riley and Maria entered her office. She had been reviewing the stats for the most likely starters for the Lady Blue Jays. Even if she refused to admit it, even to herself, they were better than her girls. She took a moment to rub her eyes before looking up to see who was in her office. She was a little surprised when she did.

"Riley! Why are you not dressed?" asked Ms. Pritchard looking at Riley wearing only a towel.

Riley pretended to look apprehensive and said, " Ms. Pritchard I think I have a problem with my," as she meekly pointed between her legs.

"What kind of problem?"

"It is hard to describe. I just feels different."

"I am not really qualified to perform that kind of exam," admitted Ms. Pritchard.

Riley shifted slightly on feet and said, "You are a nurse. Could you just take a look to make sure that everything is okay?"

She had been completely fooled by Riley's little performance. "Alright. As long as you know that if I find something wrong I am going to refer you to a gynecologist," said Ms. Pritchard as she got up to close her office's window blinds. 

Ms. Pritchard turned to Maria and said, "I think you probably should leave us. I am sure Riley is going to want some privacy."

"Ms. Pritchard, I want her to stay. I am kind of nervous," said Riley.

Ms. Pritchard shrugged her shoulder and went the old gray filing cabinet in the corner of her office to find Riley's medical file. Maria gave Riley an evil look once Ms. Pritchard's back was turned.

"Since you are going to stay you can assist. Riley, please hop up on the exam table and Maria help her with the stirrups," said Ms. Pritchard as she searched through her files.

Riley climbed onto the exam table and parted her towel. Maria smirked as she pulled out the stirrups and deliberately set them as far apart as they would go. Riley smirked back as she let Maria guide her bare feet into them. Being very limber allowed her to settle into them and still be comfortable.

After finding Riley's file, Ms. Pritchard turned around to face the two girls. She was not prepared for the scene before her. Riley's legs were spread wide and the lips of her pussy were being pulled open by the stretching which caused every bit of her womanhood to be exposed. She swallowed hard and forced herself to maintain her composure. 

Ms. Pritchard was a lesbian. She had always kept that side of her life separate from work and never allowed it become an issue. Now she was glad that Maria had stayed because there was no denying that she was tempted by Riley's nude body.

"Riley, I am going to start with an external examination. Just try and relax," said Ms. Pritchard as she came alongside the exam table.

Using her fingertips she gentle probed around Riley's lower abdomen. Maria had taken a curious interest in the procedure and asked, " What are you looking for?"

"I am trying to determine if Riley's ovaries are swollen or tender."

"Are they okay?" asked Maria.

"They seem to be fine." answered Ms. Pritchard.

Ms. Pritchard left Riley's side and jotted a few notes in Riley's file. She pulled on a set of latex gloves and said, " I am going to examine your genitals now. If you get uncomfortable at any point, let me know and we will stop."

"Okay, I'm ready," said Riley.

Ms. Pritchard moved between Riley's legs. Sitting on a low stool put Riley's pussy at eye level for her. Riley could almost feel Ms. Pritchard's hot breathe on her. Slowly, Ms. Pritchard began to slide her fingers along Riley's gapping pussy. Gently she kneaded the soft pink flesh, feeling for anything unusual. Maria watched closely and quickly found herself getting turned on. Finding nothing out the ordinary, Ms. Pritchard turned her attention to Riley's clit.

"I am going to examine your clitoris now. I am sure you are going to be sensitive so I am going to be careful."

Ms. Pritchard placed her fingertip against Riley's clit. Riley flinched at the direct contact. Her finger barely cover half of it. Slowly she applied pressure to the pink bundle of nerves. Riley inhaled deeply and started to squirm against her finger. Seeing Riley's body start to tense from a pending orgasm she let off. 

"Riley, I am going to pulled your hood back so I can take a look at your entire clitoris," said Ms. Pritchard.

Using her thumb and index finger she pinched the soft skin and pulled it back. It was completely obvious that Riley was getting aroused. Her clit was becoming engorged with blood causing it to grow even larger.

"Should it be that large? Mine is not nearly that size," asked Maria.

"A clitoris can be very large, like Riley's, or it can be very tiny. Riley has your clitoris always been this large?" asked Ms. Pritchard.

"Yes, it started growing when I hit puberty but it stopped growing about two years ago."

Ms. Pritchard looked up at Riley. It was clear that Riley was starting to enjoy this. Her skin was starting to get flushed and she was breathing faster. Riley's nipples were even erect. Secretly she wondered if she could get Riley to orgasm.

"I am going to start the internal portion of the exam. You are going to feel some pressure as I push against your vaginal wall," said Ms. Pritchard as she squeezed a small amount of lubricant to her fingers.

Using two fingers she gradually went deeper and deeper into Riley's folds. Her moving fingers made squishing noises. Riley was so wet that it started trickling down onto the exam table. At first she was not sure but Ms. Pritchard but she was sure now that Riley was pushing back against her fingers. She continued to probe her depths until Riley suddenly gasped and arched her back.

"Looks like I found her G spot."

She pushed her fingers back over the spot again but this time let her fingers linger. This time Riley pushed her hips down hard into Ms. Pritchard's fingers. Her legs shook and she gripped the edges of the table until her knuckles went white. 

Ms. Pritchard pulled back and said, "Yes, that is definitely her G spot."

Riley was panting like she had just finished running laps. "Oh my God! That was amazing," she exclaimed. 

"I am sure it was. The G spot is a collection of nerves that amplify the pleasure of intercourse," said Ms. Pritchard.

"Can I try and find it?" asked Maria.

"I do not care what you two do in the locker room," said Ms. Pritchard with a thin smile, "Riley, in my unofficial medical opinion, the discomfort you have been having is the result of being aroused by your clitoris being in contact with your clothing. My recommendation to you is to wear loose fitting panties. Now go on and get out of here."

Riley jumped off the table and wrapped her towel back around herself. Maria opened the door and let Riley head out first. Riley was a few steps ahead of Maria walking back across the gym toward the locker room. Maria moved fast and before Riley heard her coming she already had a handful of Riley's towel. One quick pull and Riley lost her towel. Maria raced across the gym at a full sprint with the towel. Riley was left completely nude standing there in total shock. Maria disappeared through the locker room door.

Riley ran as fast as she could to the door but it was locked from the inside. Riley pounded on the door. All she could hear was Maria laughing from the other side. At any moment someone could come in the gym and she had nowhere to hide. 

"I will let you in but first you have to beg!" yelled Maria through the door. 

"Please Maria, let me in. Someone is going to see me," pleaded Riley.

"You have to get on your knees and truly beg!"

Riley got down on her knees and said, "Please, let me in."

The seconds seemed to crawl by while she waited there on her knees. Riley heard the lock turn and she pushed the door open. She quickly jumped inside and slammed the door behind her. 

"I am sorry. I just could not help myself. It was the perfect opportunity," said Maria still laughing.

Riley pushed past her and went to her locker. Maria slowly came up behind and placed her hands on Riley's shoulders and said, "Please do not be mad at me."

Maria stepped closer to Riley and pressed her body into her. Riley felt a gentle kiss on her neck. Maria's hands moved to Riley's breast and caressed them. Riley did nothing to stop her as Maria's hands moved down her body to her pussy. Riley turned to face Maria and kissed her deeply. Maria wasted not time and started fingering Riley's wet pussy. Riley unbuttoned Maria's jeans and slipped her hand inside. They stood there in the empty locker room embracing each other tightly and exploring each other's body.

It did not take long for Riley to start climaxing. Maria felt it coming and started lifting Riley up by her pussy forcing Riley onto her tip toes. The added pressure sent her past the point of no return. She started convulsing as a massive orgasm assaulted her body. Load grunts filled the locker room as Maria started cumming too. Juices flowed from Riley's pussy and puddled around her bare feet. For a moment they held each other and then collapsed down on to the wooden bench.

"I did know you were a squirter," said Maria as she licked Riley's juices from her fingers.

"Yeah that was really something."

"We should keep this between ourselves. If my boyfriend found out he would probably freak out."

"That would probably be a good idea," agreed Riley.

"Do you need a ride?"

"No. My mom is probably waiting for me," said Riley as she started getting dressed.

Maria grabbed her bag from her locker and started for the door but she stopped and said, "We can do this again if you want."

"I'd like that," said Riley.

Riley finished dressing and headed for the door. She stopped to look at the puddle of her juices on the floor. Figuring the janitor would mop it up later she made her way outside. As she walked down the hallway she started to wonder if what had just happened made her a lesbian. Riley was attracted to men and had had a few boyfriends; however, the sensation of Maria's body against her own had opened up some confusing feelings. 

Heather had parked the truck on the far side of parking lot. Riley came out of the school and waved to her mom. Riley ran across the parking lot. Heather noticed that Riley's breasts were bouncing up and down more than usual as she ran. As she got closer it was apparent that Riley was not wearing a bra. Riley climbed inside the truck and said, "Hi Mom, sorry I am late."

Looking at her daughter, Heather could not help but notice Riley's nipples through her shirt and asked, "Did you forget something today?"

"Yeah I forgot to pack any underwear for after practice."

"Just make sure that it does not become a habit. I do not want to start getting calls from the school because of your exhibitionism"

"I think I like it."

Heather just rolled her eyes and asked while putting the truck into drive, "How was practice?"

Riley paused for a moment and answered, "It was very satisfying."

Heather just looked at Riley with a puzzled look and decided to just let it go. 



Heather and Riley Ch. 03



Heather had always been an early riser. Riley, who was still curled up under the covers, was definitely not a morning person. Being careful not to make too much noise, she tiptoed around the bedroom they shared. Having smoothed the wrinkles from her comforter she began laying out the outfit she was going to wear to work.

Usually she was in a hurry to get to the office but today was Thursday. Mr. Patterson, the attorney she worked for, played racquetball with his friends every Thursday and would not be in till almost ten o'clock. So today was Heather's day to enjoy a long hot shower.

Heather started the water running in the shower. While the old plumbing in the building worked to bring up hot water from the boiler, she went to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. On her way back to the shower she stopped at the window. Heather spread the curtains apart just enough so she could look out but no one outside could look in and see her in her thin nightgown. A light covering of fresh snow had fallen overnight. It looked cold outside and she hoped she would not have to scrape ice from her windshield.

Before stepping into the shower she turned the radio on. While washing her legs she could feel some stubble and decided to shave. Heather grabbed her razor from the rack hanging from the shower head. After double checking to make sure it was her razor and not Riley's, she started at her ankles and worked her way up. Her panty line needed some attention but a few quick strokes of the razor took care of it.

Standing under the falling water she listened to the radio. The local weatherman's familiar voice replaced the music for one his regular morning reports. He was a little to cheerful as he announced that the temperatures were going to rise a few degrees but they could expect a big snow storm tomorrow night. After cursing the weatherman for spoiling her good mood, Heather turned off the water and dried herself off.

Heather wrapped herself in a towel and went back into the bedroom to get dressed. Riley was still sleeping but had kicked some of her blankets off the bed leaving her bare bottom and legs in the open. Heather stifled a laugh and tried to fix the covers without disturbing Riley. She knew her daughter occasionally slept in the nude but rarely in the winter. Riley must have been starting to stir because as soon as Heather had replaced the covers her eyes opened.

"Sorry. I was just covering you back up," whispered Heather.

Still feeling groggy, Riley pulled the covers around her and said, " I should get up now anyway. If I don't I will probably over sleep."

"There is a fresh pot of coffee if you need any help shaking away the cobwebs."

Riley made something between a grunt and a growl as she threw the cover aside and stumbled down the hallway. Seeing her daughters bare back side walking away, Heather thought, "It is a good thing I keep the curtains closed."

By the time Riley came back carrying two mugs of coffee Heather was already half dressed. She was wearing a matching set of black lace bikini panties, a balconet style bra, and thigh high stockings. Riley handed her mother one of the steaming mugs and said, "You should go to work just like that. You would probably give old man Patterson a heart attack."

"You are rotten and Mr. Patterson is not that old," said Heather in defense of her boss.

"He has got to be in his sixties!"

"No! He is only 52 and he is a married man. So I think I will finish getting dressed. Now you should put some clothes on before the neighbors start peeking in our windows."

"Sorry. I didn't mean to touch a nerve," said Riley as she went to her side of the room to get ready for school.

Heather put on a black skirt that stopped just above her knees and a lavender blouse with black buttons down the front. Riley on the other hand dressed with her typical reckless abandon of any sense of fashion. She started with a pair of white cotton boyshorts which she covered with her favorite blue jeans. The last article of clothing she threw on was a dark green hooded sweatshirt.

Heather was brushing her long hair and casually watching Riley get dressed. She just had to ask, "You are not going to wear a bra?"

"No, I need to go buy a couple of new ones because the ones I have are getting a little tight."

"It is probably just another growth spurt," said Heather as she continued brushing her still damp hair. 

"I hope not. If I get any bigger I will never see my feet again," said Riley making them both laugh.

Heather came over to Riley and gave her a quick hug and said, "I need to get going. I will see you after practice."

She grabbed her coat and was still zipping it up as she went down the stairwell to the parking lot. If she really cared or had more time, Heather would probably complain that the management had not salted the parking lot. In her high heels she cautious made the short walk to her truck.

As the truck's engine warmed up, Heather sat behind the wheel rubbing her hands together to keep from freezing. While she waited she could not help but think about Riley's comments about Mr. Patterson. The one question that kept running through her mind was, "Does she know about our affair?" Riley was bright and had a lot more common sense than most teenagers; however, Heather never mentioned anything about it and they were always very discreet. "Maybe she had noticed one of the gifts he had given me," she wondered. The panties she was wearing were actually one of them.

The defroster was finally blowing warm air and the fog began to vanish from the windshield. Heather determined that Riley was most likely just teasing and put the truck into drive. On a normal day the trip to work took her twenty minutes but the roads were still icy in spots so it took her closer to thirty. Heather parked in her usual spot in the lot a few storefronts away. 

Heather stepped out of the truck and almost fell on a patch of ice. She was able to catch herself on the truck door but somehow managed to snap off the heel of her right shoe. Heather picked the heel up and took a quick look at. She was lucky. It had broken off cleanly and she could glue it back on. Heather hobbled down the sidewalk and unlocked the door to the office.

Heather had worked as secretary in this office for the past seventeen years. She had been hired by Mr. Patterson's father who ran his law practice there until he retired ten years ago. His son had been looking to get away from corporate law and decided to takeover for his father. 

Heather quickly closed the door as a gust of wind tried to make an unwelcomed entrance. She left the closed sign hanging on the door but kept the door unlocked. Walking on her uneven heels, Heather went to the break room to hang up her coat. Frustrated at the broken heel she slipped them off and carried them to her desk in the reception area. 

Not wanting to ruin her stockings she decided to take them off and just go barefoot. No one was on the street at the moment. Apparently no one wanted to brave the cold. Quickly she hiked up her skirt and pulled down her stockings and stashed them in her purse.

The phone in Mr. Patterson's office started ringing. Heather rushed in still adjusting her skirt and grabbed the phone on the third ring.

"John Patterson's office. This is Heather. How can I help you?"

"Heather. It is Brenda. Is Mr. Patterson in yet?" asked the weak voice on the other end of the line.

"He is not in yet. You sound horrible. Are you okay?"

"I woke up with the flu. I don't think I will be able to make it in today."

"I will let Mr. Patterson know. Is there anything I can do?"

"There is a stack of files on my desk that need his signature. Other than that all I need is some rest and my fiancé is going to stop by later to check on me."

"I will take care of those files. Just relax and call me if you need anything."

"Okay." 

Heather hung up the phone and went back to her desk. Busy work occupied her time until Mr. Patterson came through the door. He was a tall man at just over six feet. During his college days he had played football and still maintained his well muscled physique through plenty of hours at the gym. His shoulders were broad and thick and his waist was slim. Today he was dressed in a pair of tailored khakis and a dark blue dress shirt.

"John! Where is your coat? It is freezing outside," scolded Heather overcome by her motherly instincts.

"I forgot it at home. When I left this morning I was in my gym clothes and just did not think to grab it," he paused for a moment noticing her bare feet. "Wait a minute. You are getting on me for not wearing a coat and here you are running around barefoot."

Heather folded her arms across her large chest and said, "I broke a heel this morning and have not had a chance to fix it yet."

"There is a shoe store across the street. Go ahead and take some money out the petty cash and get yourself a new pair. Just put it down in the ledger as office supplies."

She wanted to run over and kiss him but settled with just thanking him. Someone on the street could possibly see them. At one point, John thought his wife had hired a private investigator to look into their relationship. Since then they were extra careful in public. His marriage had been a long series of ups and downs. During one of those down times, four years ago, they began their love affair. Heather knew he was never going to leave his wife. She accepted that she would always be the other woman in his life.

With a fifty dollar bill in her hand she crossed the street. When Heather entered the shoe store an older woman behind the counter greeted her.

"Judging by that broken heel, I assume you are looking for a new pair," the woman said.

"You are right but I am in a rush. I'm supposed to be at work."

"Of course, my grandson will be able to help you in just a moment," she rang the silver desk bell next to the cash register. 

While they waited, the older woman took the liberty to letting her know about her grandson. Heather figured that the woman thought that she was her grandson's age. In only a few moments she knew that the grandson, Tim, was a freshman at Centerville University, studying biology and anthropology, and was still carrying a 4.0 average. Trying to be polite, Heather kept nodding as she looked through the display racks.

It did not take her long to find the pair she wanted. They were open toed and had a strap that wrapped around just above the ankle. From behind her a young man wearing a name tag with the name TIM on it asked, "Are those the ones you are looking for?"

Heather turned and said, "Yes, in a size six."

Tim disappeared through the curtain that separated the sales floor from the stockroom. Heather sat down on the bench in front of the curtain to remove her old high heels. Tim came back through the curtain carrying two boxes and knelt down in front of her.

"I went ahead and brought out a six and a half because these tend to run a little bit small," he said as he open the size six.

He held the shoe up so Heather could place her foot into it. Tim cradled her foot and with one hand he tighten the tiny buckle. As he did this, Heather could tell he was trying to look up her skirt. "What a little pervert," she thought.

"Go ahead and walk around a bit to see if it fits," he said.

Heather stood up and took a couple of steps. He was right. The size six was a little small. She sat back down and said, "Let's try the six and a half."

He was removing the size six and Heather made the decision to give the little pervert a bit of excitement. Tim was opening the next box and she took the risk and spread her knees a little wider. Heather did not want to make it too obvious what she was doing even though they were hidden by a rack of running shoes. When the little pervert looked up and saw her sitting in a rather unlady like fashion, he froze. He recovered quickly but his confidence was shaken. He fumbled trying to get the tiny buckle fastened and was getting more nervous. 

Heather wanted to laugh. Tim's face was red and beads of sweat were forming on his forehead. Heather took his reaction as a compliment and it also made her a little bolder. He finally got the strap fastened and Heather tested the six and half. As she turned around she took note that the grandmother was busy with a crossword puzzle.

"I think this will work," she said.

"Great," said Tim as his voice cracked. He tried to cough to cover the squeak he just made.

Heather sat back down. This time she made no attempt at modesty. Her legs were open and she leaned back against the wall.

"I am going to wear them out so be a dear and help me out with the other one."

Stammering he said, "Uh... Sure no problem."

He was finding it very difficult to get the buckle fastened because his eyes were fixed on Heather's lace covered crotch. Heather softly giggled and told him to relax. He seemed to take the advice and was able to finish getting the strap in place.

"Go on. I know you want to," said Heather encouraging him.

Slowly he pushed his hand under Heather's skirt. She could feel his trembling fingers gliding along the inside of her thigh. Then his fingers brushed against her panties. He looked up at her and she nodded for him to continue. His still trembling fingers slide under the lace and swept across her bush. She inhaled deeply when she felt his timid fingers against her. His courage was building and he placed a finger on her slit. His finger easily slide inside her warm wet pussy. Heather pushed her hips down onto his finger. Suddenly his eyes got huge and he made a kind of choking noise. He jumped up.

"Uh...Uh...I got to go," he stammered and sprinted through the curtain.

Heather could see the wet spot forming on the front of his pants before he ran off. She picked up her old high heels and tossed them in the new box. At the cash register the older woman put down her crossword puzzle and typed the price on the register.

"Did you find everything you were looking for," she asked.

"Yes I did. Thank you and your grandson was a big help."

"He is a good boy. A little shy around the girls though, but a good boy."

"He probably just needs a little experience."

The older woman gave Heather a puzzled look. Heather just smiled back at her, took the change, and left.

Back at the office, Heather could hear that John was on the phone with a client. She tossed her purse in the bottom drawer of her desk on the way to John's office. She lightly knocked on the partial closed door and stuck her head around the door. John waved her in as he spoke. Heather walked right past the two high back leather chairs across from John and sat on the desk in front of him. She picked up a pad of paper from his desk and wrote a message on it, "BRENDA IS NOT COMING IN TODAY." He shrugged his shoulder to show he did not understand what she was getting at. Heather turned the page over and wrote, "WE ARE GOING TO BE ALONE ALL MORNING." He now understood and raised his one eyebrow to show Heather that he did.

Starting with the top button she slowly started opening her blouse. John was trying to wrap up the phone conversation he was having but whoever was on the other end was not cooperating. Her blouse was now open and she let it fall off her shoulders. With one hand she unsnapped her bra and dropped it on the floor. John was clearly getting impatient with the caller. Heather slid forward on the desk and stood up. She pulled the zipper down on the back of her skirt. Her thumbs hooked inside both the skirt and her panties she then pushed them down until they both fell around her ankles. Carefully she stepped out of them and kicked them aside. 

John finally had enough and said, "I sorry to cut you off but something has come up and I need to go. I will call you back."

John sat there for a moment admiring Heather's body. Even with all the plastic surgery his wife had over the years, her body was not nearly as gorgeous as Heather's.

"I like the heels. Very sexy," said John.

"I thought you would like them," said Heather as she knelt down in front of him, "I know something else you will like too."

Heather unzipped his pants and reached inside. His cock was like a steel rod. She needed his help dropping his pants so she could get the access to what she wanted. John had an impressive cock. It was about seven inches long and very very thick. It took Heather a few time to get used to thickness but what was really shocking were his balls. They were the size of kiwis and they delivered a massive load.

Heather softly kissed the tip of his cock and licked up and down the smooth shaft. A trickle of precum began to form on the tip so she knew he was ready. Heather stood up and turned around. She bent over the desk and said, "I need to feel you inside me."

Eagerly John jumped up behind her. Heather felt the tip of his cock press against her pussy. She tired to relax but her excitement would not let her. John placed his hands on her hips and pushed himself into her. Heather gasped. The feeling of her insides stretching to their limit was almost too much for her to take. Her pussy strained to force the intruder out but John held her tightly.

John could feel her pulsating around his member. It always amazed him how tight she was. He took a hand from her hip and reached under her to rub her clit. Heather started to relax and John began pumping in and out. It did not take long for Heather to have her first orgasm. John felt her start to go and increased his pace. That and the rhythm of his heavy balls slapping into her kept her riding wave after wave of orgasm. Heather knew he was getting close. His strokes became shorter and shorter until he grabbed her hips and pressed himself as deeply into as he could. It was like a firehouse opening up inside. Spurt after spurt of hot cum filled her.

John released his grip and stepped back. Even without his cock inside her, Heather's pelvic muscles kept tensing drawing his cum in deeper. John handed her a tissue that she used to wipe away the small drops that escaped from her gaping pussy when he pulled out. By keeping her pelvic muscles flexed she could hold the rest inside. Heather got up and put her clothes back on, except for her panties. She would not put them back on until she had a chance to push out as much cum as she could in the restroom.

John was completely dressed and handed Heather her panties. Before she could get away he gave her a deep passionate kiss. She knew he loved her. Heather stopped to check herself in the mirror John had on the back of his door before she went back to the reception area. She balled up the panties and hide them in her closed fist. 

When she stepped out into the reception area she almost screamed. Grace, John wife, was coming through the other door carrying an extra coat. The shock almost caused Heather to forget and release her pelvic muscles that were keeping John's cum inside her. 

"Heather! It is so good to see you," said Grace.

"It is good to she you too, Mrs. Patterson," lied Heather.

"I brought John's coat. He can be so forgetful but you probably already knew that. You are looking good. Come here and let me get a better look at you."

Smiling to hide her nervousness, Heather walked over to her. The entire time flexing to keep from making a hard to explain mess. Grace was one of those touchy feely women who had no concept of personal boundaries. She looked Heather up and down. "Just look at you. Your body is just fantastic and these tits are magnificent," said Grace.

Without even asking, Grace placed her hands on Heather's breasts and squeezed them. 

"It amazes me that these are natural. What size are they?"

"I'm a 39 double D," answered Heather. 

Grace threw John's coat onto a chair and took Heather's hand saying, "Come with me for a minute."




Heather and Riley Ch. 03



Heather was too nervous to protest and willing followed her into the break room. Grace shut the door and locked it. When Grace had her back to Heather, she tossed her panties in the trash can to get them out of sight. 

"I just wanted to get a better look at those tits of yours."

"Excuse me?"

"I want to get mine redone and I am looking around to find what I want. Just like when you are shopping for a new car. It is just me so come on and show me what you got."

Heather could not believe this. It was absurd but even while she was think that she was unbuttoning her blouse. Her guilt for carrying on an affair with John was turning her into Grace's slave. Heather hung her blouse on the door knob and pushed her chest out at Grace. 

"I can't see anything through that bra. Can you take it off too?"

Reluctantly she unclasped her bra and hung it with her blouse. Again Heather pushed her chest out.

"You are a goddess. I love them and I want them. Your nipples are even hard. I bet they always are. If I had a body like yours, I would be turned on all the time too."

Grace stepped closer and groped her tits like one of her old high school boyfriends. One of Grace's hand moved lower until it was running along the waist of Heather's skirt. Heather stepped back. Not wanting her to go any lower. 

"Sorry, I am thinking about a tummy tuck too. I have just one last request. Can I take a picture to show my surgeon."

"I don't know about that. I am not really comfortable," said Heather.

"It will be from the neck down. No one will know it is you. Please."

"Alright," said Heather. She was astonished at herself. She could not understand why she was letting this happen.

Grace pulled a digital camera from her purse and said, "Can you pull your skirt down a little? I want to get your whole tummy."

Heather tugged at her skirt pulling it down.

"A little more, if you would."

Heather tugged at her skirt again. The waist band of her skirt was so low that the top of her bush was exposed.

"You are so naughty! No panties and I did not know you were a bush girl," said Grace as she tugged at Heather's curly dark hairs. "You might as well lose the skirt. I would like to get the whole you."

Heather could not help herself. She unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Grace was searching around in purse looking for her cigarettes. While she was occupied, Heather squatted down to pick up her skirt. Before picking it up she ran her hand over her pussy to feel if she had leaked. Amazingly she was dry. All those kegel exercise had been worth it.

Grace lit her cigarette and took a long drag. Her eyes moved over Heather's body while she exhaled a large cloud of smoke from her nose. She slowly walked a tight circle around her taking in every detail. Grace ran her finger tips along Heather's hip bone and across her butt. Her hand continued around to Heather's bush. Grace ran her fingers through the long hairs slowly progressing toward her crotch. Heather wanted to cry when Grace's fingers came to rest and lingered on her pussy lips. Grace felt her tense up at her touch. 

Not wanting to push her luck to far, Grace stepped back and said, "You are an absolute tribute to womanhood." 

Grace picked up her camera and started snapping pictures. She took a couple of her front. Then she snapped profile shots from both the left and right.

"Just a couple close-ups and I am done," said Grace.

Heather watched the camera zoom in on her tits. The camera flashed. Then Grace aimed lower and zoomed in on her bush. Again the camera flashed. She felt completely humiliated.

"These are great," said Grace as she reviewed the photos.

Grace handed Heather her clothes back and opened the door saying over her shoulder, "I need to talk to John after I have something to ask you."

Heather tossed her blouse and skirt back on and ran to the restroom. She ripped down her skirt and plopped down on the toilet. Tears were running down her cheeks. The reality of what had just happened was sinking in. She wiped her tears away and steadied her emotions. Right now, she had something else to take care of.

She had been holding her pelvic muscles so long that they had cramped up and now they refused to relax. It was so painful that she started crying again. She struggled for a few minutes with no luck. Heather knew she was going to have to massage the muscles. Using three fingers she worked the cramped muscles and slowly relaxed them enough for John's cum to leak out of her. At lunch she was going to have to go to the drug store to buy a douche and a morning after pill.

Heather washed up and went back to her desk. She pretended to be busy placing an office supply order. She kept wondering what Grace wanted to ask her. She had just posed nude for her what else could she possibly want.

Grace came out of John's office and sat on the corner of her desk.

"I talked it over him John and he does not have a problem with as long as you don't. I am looking for a model. I started painting again and I just took this course in photography but I have a problem that I think you can help me with. I need a subject to work with. Would you be interested."

"What kind of modeling are you talking about."

"It would have to be nude but it would be just me and my fellow artists, all women. Before you say no, we are willing to pay you $250 dollars per hour and it would be about eight hours."

$2000 dollars would go a long way in paying for Riley's college tuition. This was an opportunity she literally could not afford to miss. If she passed on this, she would be letting Riley down and she just could not let that happen. Riley's happiness and future were worth more than her humiliation. 

"Okay. I'll do it."

"Wonderful! John was certain you would say no. Since he is going to be in court all day tomorrow, could you come by the studio around nine."

"I do not have any plans. So it works for me. Do I need to bring anything?"

"Just that body," said Grace as gave her a slip of paper, "Here is the address for the studio."

Grace got up and stride out of the office. Heather sat there wondering what she had just got herself into. 



Heather and Riley Ch. 04



Riley could hear the alarm buzzing but her dreaming mind struggled to ignore it. The fight ended when her mother, Heather, started gently shaking her shoulder. Riley rolled over and said, "Just five more minutes, please."

"Not a chance. The last time I gave you five more minutes it turned into thirty and you were almost late for school," replied Heather as she pulled the covers back.

"Okay...I am getting up," said Riley.

Riley got up and went to her dresser. The night before she had laid out her basketball uniform. Tonight Centerville's Lady Tigers were playing the Anderson Blue Jays. Riley and the rest of the Lady Tigers were not looking forward to the game because it was probably going to be humiliating defeat. Holding to team tradition, Riley was going to proudly wear her uniform to school. The only problem with that is the uniform was utterly hideous.

The uniform they actually played in were not that bad. The jersey was orange with black lettering and shorts were black with an orange stripe running down the outside of the leg. The warm-ups they wore over it were the issue. They were an orange and black tiger stripe pattern that looked like it belonged on a pimps couch or maybe his car seat covers.

Riley left the bedroom she shared with mother and went to the kitchen to get a quick breakfast before heading off for school. Heather was leaning against the counter sipping a cup of coffee and reading the newspaper. Riley noticed right away that she was not dressed in her usual work clothes. She had on a pair of old tennis shoes, her faded blue jeans that had holes in the knees, and a dark green turtle neck sweater.

"Did they start casual Friday's at the office?" asked Riley as she poured milk over her cereal. 

Heather was not sure what to say. She had not told Riley about Grace's offer. Her first thought was to lie. She wanted to but how would she explain where the money came from. To do that she would have make up another lie. The prospect of having to lie over and over again was not something she wanted to live with.

"I am not going to the office today. Mrs. Patterson, my boss' wife, asked if I would pose for her. She thinks she is an artist and is looking for a model. She offered me a lot of money to do it so I said I would."

"What kind of posing are you going to be doing?" asked Riley.

Heather lifted her coffee cup in front of her mouth and said before she took a sip, "She wants to paint me in the nude."

"Really...That is cool. You have a great body. You should show it off."

Heather had not expected that reaction from Riley. She thought Riley would have been shocked but instead she was okay with it. Like it was no big deal. This threw her completely off guard and the only thing she could say was, "You think I have a great body?"

Riley simply answered, "Yes."

Heather's outlook on the whole situation changed in an instant. She originally entered into this deal only because she wanted to help Riley pay for college. Now she felt differently. She was still going to use the money for Riley's tuition but now she was actually looking forward to posing for Grace. Heather gave Riley a hug and said she needed to get going.

Riley finished her bowl of cereal and left not long after her mother. While she was waiting in front of her building for ride to arrive she thought she saw Mr. Ross pulling out of her apartment building's parking lot. He was one of the teachers at her school and quite possibly the hottest man she had ever seen. Riley was not alone in her attraction. Every girl wished to be in one of his classes. Riley was one of the lucky ones. She had Mr. Ross for her favorite class, Creative Writing. 

Riley's first two classes of the day were advanced placement courses and were by far her hardest classes. Once they were over the rest of her school day was easy. Her next class was Creative Writing. Riley slipped through the door just before the bell rang. She took her seat and waited for Mr. Ross to start the class.

Mr. Ross stood up from behind his desk and went to the blackboard. On Friday's the school faculty was allowed to wear blue jeans and Mr. Ross never disappointed his female students. He started to write something on the blackboard but Riley was too focused on his butt to care what he was writing. When he turned to face the class Riley could swear she could make out the bulge of his package. 

Riley knew if she kept staring Mr. Ross would eventually catch her so she peeled her eyes reluctantly away to see what he had written. In all capital letters he had written the word "DESCRIPTION". He started his lecture by saying the word twice.

"Is the largest cause of frustration for any writer. I myself have struggled at times with trying to find the ideal way to describe an object, a person, or a even a situation," he paused for a moment. Mr. Ross was not just a teacher. He was also a published author. While he was still in college he had a book of his poetry published and in the four years he had been teaching at Wilson High School he had two fiction novels also published. None of them every made the best sellers list but Riley loved his poetry.

He continued his lecture, "Writers have to take something they have in their mind and translate that into written words that can paint the same picture in someone else's mind. Not an easy task. So in order to help you develop your skills of description I have a writing exercise for you. I want you to picture the most beautiful rose in your mind and you have till the end of class to write a description of it."

The class started working on the assignment Mr. Ross walked up and down the rows of desks. Occasional he would stop and read over a student's shoulder and offer a suggestion. Riley stared at the blank paper before her. She could picture a rose in her mind. She almost started a simple description of it but instead she thought of something a little different.

She decided to write her description in the first person as if she were the rose. The idea came to her as she watched Mr. Ross pass by her desk. When he passed by she thought about how great it would be to actually be those jeans. Wrapped around that perfectly shaped butt and across his cock. Then her mind drifted back to the assignment and she asked what if I were the rose.

Using this new perspective the description seemed to just flow onto the paper. Riley sensed that the bell was about to ring so she quickly scribbled out her last sentence. The bell rang. While her classmates hustled out for their next class, Riley went to Mr. Ross's desk to turn in her work. She was about to place it in his inbox but Mr. Ross reached for it instead.

He leaned back in his chair and started to read. His deep blue eyes skimmed slowly over her words. Riley watched as his lips turned into a wide smile. He set the paper down on his desk and said, "This is really amazing work. I am really impressed."

Riley was not sure what to say at first but she managed to say, "I'm glad you like it."

"I am the rose. My beauty is a gift to the world."

It took her a moment to realize that he was quoting her.

He set the paper on his desk and said, "Next week on Saturday night I am hosting a poetry read at the Beat, it's a little coffee shop downtown next to the CU campus. A group of us get together and read stuff we have written. It is very casual. I would really like for you to come and read this."

Riley was completely dumbfounded. Mr. Ross thought something she had written was that good. All she could say was, "Alright."

"Great! We start at eight."

Riley went back to her desk and got her books. On her way to Study Hall she was in her own world. This was almost too good to be true. Mr. Ross, the teacher every girl wanted, just asked her to spend time with him after school. Riley did not even realize that Ms. Pritchard, her basketball coach, was calling her name."

Ms. Pritchard grabbed Riley's arm and asked, "Riley are you okay? You look totally out of it."

"Uhh...Ms. Pritchard...I'm fine. I was just thinking about something," stammered Riley.

"I think I know what is wrong with you. Go to my office and wait for me. What is your next class?"

I took Riley a moment to recall, "Uhh...Study Hall."

"Okay. I will go let them you will be with me."

Riley changed direction and went off to Ms. Pritchard's office. Ms. Pritchard was also the school nurse so her office also served as her examination room. While she waited for Ms. Pritchard she could not help remembering what had happened in there earlier that week and then what followed in the locker room after with Maria. The memories alone were enough for her to start getting aroused.

Ms. Pritchard opened the door and quickly locked it behind. Ever since she had seen and touched Riley's nude body she had not been able to get the thoughts out of her head. It was driving her crazy and she needed to do something.

"Riley, you are one of my best players and I can not have you so distracted that you cannot perform. Tonight we are going to have a tough game against Anderson," said Ms. Pritchard.

"I know that tonight's game is going to be tough but I do not know why you would think that I am distracted."

"You were practically orgasmic in the hallway just now!"

Riley now understood. Earlier that week her team mates dared her to let Ms. Pritchard exam her pussy. She had told Ms. Pritchard that she had been having strange feelings.

"You need to release that sexual tension so you can focus. Go ahead and get out of that uniform."

Riley did as she was told and started to undress. She was not sure where this was going but she did it anyway. Riley stripped down to her bra and panties and turned to face her coach.

"My God! Look at you. Your nipples are hard as rocks and I can see that enormous clit of yours through those panties from across the room. You clearly need to masturbate."

"Here?" asked Riley.

Ms. Pritchard put her hands on her narrow hips and said, "Well, I am sure you don't want to do it out in the hallway."

"But you are here," protested Riley.

"So. What is the problem?"

"I usually only do that in private."

"Riley...I found that puddle you left in the locker room and I saw you leave with Maria so obviously you are not that shy."

Riley was beginning to figure out what this was really about and decided to play along with her coach's fantasy. She had heard the rumor that Ms. Pritchard was a lesbian and now she believed it. The lust in her eyes is what gave her away.

Ms. Pritchard was waiting for Riley to finish stripping. She wanted to tear away those clothes and ravish that young hot body. Ms. Pritchard steadied herself. If she acted too quickly, Riley might over react and that would be a disaster. 

Riley pulled off her bra and tossed it on top of the rest of her uniform. It felt good to have her breasts out in the open. The 38 C bra was actually too small anyway because of her recent growth spurt. The cool air stiffened her nipples and her large breasts swayed slightly as she moved. Riley then slid her panties down until they fell to the floor. When she picked them up she felt that the crotch was moist. She was more turned on than she thought.

Now that Riley was naked, Ms Pritchard told her, " You will probably be more comfortable on the exam table."

For the second time that week that week Riley hopped up on the exam table. Except this time she was not using the stirrups. Riley laid back with her knees bent and her legs spread.

"Relax and do what you normally do. I will be at my desk. Just try and forget that I am her," said Ms. Pritchard as she pretended to be looking over some paperwork on her desk.

Riley nodded her head and closed her eyes. First she started teasing her nipples. She had never masturbated in front of anyone before and she knew that Ms. Prtichard's was watching her every move. Riley was surprised at how aroused she was getting. 

Riley tugged hard on her large chocolate colored nipples. She arched her back and tugged harder pulling her breast away from her chest. Ms. Pritchard watched and rubbed her pussy through her pants. Riley ran her right hand down her body but her left hand stayed groping her breast. Her finger tips worked up and down her slit. She was very wet so her two fingers easily slid inside her now dripping pussy. Usually it only couple her a few moments to reach orgasm but instead she deliberately kept herself from cumming.

Faking frustration Riley said, "This is not working. I can't seem to get myself off. Can you help me?"

Eagerly Ms. Pritchard came to the side of the table. This was more than she had hoped for. She ran the back of her hand down Riley's side. Ms. Pritchard unbuttoned her blouse. Riley watched as her coach shrugged the blouse off her shoulders. She was not wearing a bra so her triple D breasts bounced freely.

"Not bad for a 43 year old woman, right?"

Riley had to agree with her. They were the largest breasts she had ever seen. They sagged somewhat from their weight but they still held their round shape. Riley could also make out the faded remains of tan lines from a very small bikini top. 

Ms. Pritchard leaned across her young athlete's body and let her tongue flick against Riley's nipple. Then she began sucking on the huge nipple. Riley had never had anyone suck on her nipples and the sensation nearly drove her to climax. Then Ms. Pritchard's teeth clamped down. Riley let out a yelp in response but Ms. Pritchard did not let go a right away. The line between pleasure and pain blurred in Riley's mind while Ms. Pritchard's teeth continued to grind on her sensitive flesh.

When Ms. Pritchard released Riley looked down at her nipple. It was already starting to swell and she knew it was going to be bruised. 

"Do you want me to make the other one match this one?" asked Ms. Pritchard as she pinched the abused nipple between her fingers.

Riley winced and meekly said, "Yes, please."

This time Ms. Pritchard did not tease the nipple first. She sucked on it hard once and then bit down hard. Through the pain Riley could feel a tiny stream of juices leaking from her pussy. After letting go with her mouth Ms. Pritchard squeezed both of her throbbing nipples and said, "These are going to look great."

She continued teasing Riley's rapidly swelling nipples and said, "I noticed something during my examination of you the other day. Your vagina is really quite large. I bet you have never experienced the pleasure of being completed filled up. I am going to give you that pleasure?"

Three of Ms. Pritchard's fingers dipped inside Riley's pussy. After a few strokes Riley felt a fourth finger slip inside her. Ms Pritchard lowered her thumb so it hit Riley's clit with every stroke. Riley felt a powerful orgasm building deep inside herself. Riley had closed her eyes and did not expect what Ms. Pritchard did next.

Ms. Pritchard grabbed both of her nipples and twisted them nearly all the way around. The pain was so intense Riley's entire body went rigid and she almost screamed but Ms. Pritchard mouth was on her's, kissing her passionately. Ms. Pritchard released her and whispered, "You don't cumm until I say so."

Riley looked down at her abused nipples. They stuck out an inch and half from her breast. She started to reach for them but Ms. Pritchard grabbed her arms and scolded, "I did not give you permission to touch them. Now I have to punish you."

Riley watched as Ms. Pritchard's mouth descended between her legs. Ms. Pritchard violently spit on her on her pussy. Riley felt totally degraded but she could not help getting turned on by it. Ms. Pritchard looked into Riley's eyes and said, "You better start begging or I am going to bite your clit off."

Shaking with fear Riley begged but Ms. Pritchard seemed not to care. Riley felt her coach's sharp teeth digging into her massive clit. She pleaded more but Ms. Pritchard was unrelenting. The pain was so intense that Riley eventually gave up on begging and pleading. Riley resigned her herself to the fact that Ms. Pritchard was now in total control of her body. She did not even feel when Ms. Pritchard released her mangled clit.

Ms. Pritchard kissed Riley's forehead and said, "You have to accept the fact that I own you now. I am your master and you are my slave. Now I am going to see how much you can take."

Smiling Ms. Pritchard placed the tips of her fingers against her thumb making a point with her hand. She placed her hand against Riley's pussy and slowly forced her way inside. Riley felt her inside stretching out. She spread her legs as far apart as she could attempting to open herself as much a possible. Ms. Pritchard's knuckle slipped past Riley's stretched lips and then her fingers started to curl into a tight fist. When Riley looked down, Ms. Pritchrad's entire hand and wrist were inside her. Ms. Pritchard slowly pumped her fist deeper inside Riley. The sensation was like a fire burning in her pussy and her orgasm was quickly building again. She looked up at Ms. Pritchard for permission. "You can cumm now, my little slut," said Ms. Pritchard.

Riley's body started to shake. At first it was just her legs but it quickly to the rest of her body. She gasped and Ms. Pritchard ripped her still closed fist from Riley's gapping pussy. Gushes of thick clear liquid flowed from her gapping pussy before become a steady trickle. Riley laid on the exam table continuing to shake for a few moments as her orgasm faded.

Riley sat up and looked down at her ravished pussy. It looked deformed and twice as big as usual. Her outer lips were stretched open and puffy. Her inner folds were exposed and hanging loosely. In a strange way it looked like a blooming flower.

Ms. Pritchard saw the concern on Riley's face and told her, "That tight outer labia of yours is going to be a little looser from now and your inner labia is going to hang out too. I made sure of that. From now on whenever someone see that cunt of your's they are going to know you are a slut. Are you going to thank me?"

"Thank you," said Riley gingerly touching her inner folds that now hung limp from her once tight pussy.

"You have not thanked me yet. Have you ever gone down on a woman before?" asked Ms. Pritchard.

"No," answered Riley.

"Well, I am going to teach you something else new today. Come over here and get down on all fours," 

Riley did as she was told. Ms. Pritchard unzipped her pants and pushed them and her panties down her ankles. Riley looked up and say that her coach oblivious dyed her hair blonde. Ms. Pritchard's bush was a thick mat of long dark hairs. It was not until she sat down and spread her knees did Riley see the pink flesh of her pussy. Ms. Pritchard spread her lips apart and said, "Kiss me."

Riley moved closer and placed her lips against Ms Pritchard's lips. Ms. Pritchard placed her hand on top of Riley's head and pushed her in closer. Riley nose was mashed against Ms. Pritchard's open crotch. The musky smell from her coach's pussy was turning Riley on again. 

"Stick out your tongue and taste me you slut." 

Riley probed as deeply as she could with her tongue, exploring her coach's pussy until her jaw started to get sore. From the sounds Ms. Pritchard was making Riley could tell she was enjoying it. Then she asked Riley to suck on her clit. It took Riley a moment to find it but when she did Ms. Pritchard started wildly bucking her hips. Her breathing became faster until she let out a quiet squeal.

Riley asked, "How did I do?"

"You need practice. Get dressed and get back to study hall," answered Ms. Pritchard.

The two of them quickly dressed and Ms. Pritchard unlocked the door so Riley could leave. As she was leaving Ms. Pritchard said, "This needs to stay be secret."

Riley could not shake the awkward feelings she had about what had just happened. The pain had been intense but at the same time she had loved it. If Ms. Pritchard came to her again she was sure she would not be able to refuse.



Heather and Riley Ch. 05



While her old pick-up truck was warming up, Heather looked for the address Grace had given her the day before. At the bottom of the purse she found the card Grace had written the address for her studio. The card read, 1539 Douglas St. It had been a few years since she had been to that side of town and she hoped she did not have any trouble finding it.

Heather put the truck in gear and started driving. She always warned her daughter, Riley, about not concentrating when behind the wheel but today she was finding it hard to focus. Heather's feelings about posing nude had improved but still in the back of her mind she was nervous. While she drove her confidence steadily faded.

Luck was on her side and Heather found the address without difficulty. Grace's brand new Mercedes was parked in front of the building giving her the proof she in the right place. 1539 Douglas St. was actually an old ballet school. Heather had almost enrolled Riley in classes here many years ago but decided that her daughter needed braces to straighten her teeth more than she needed to be a ballerina. Heather parked next to Grace's car but left the engine running.

This was her moment of truth. Heather knew she could just leave or she could turn the truck off and go inside. Over the years she had to endure watching her daughter go without because of the decisions she had made. This was a chance for her to make sure Riley got the opportunities she never had. Riley needed this money for college. It was that simple. Heather took a deep breath and turned the engine off.

Grace arrived at her studio early that morning. The first thing she did after walking through the door was to turn up the furnace. Warm air started blowing from the vents and Grace went to the changing room. She kept some clothes at the studio for when she painted. From her locker she got a pair of paint stained flannel shorts and one her husband's old t-shirts. 

The hardwood floors were cold under her bare feet as she adjusted the track lighting and prepared the stage for Heather. She hoped that Heather would be warm enough. Since Heather was not a professional model, Grace wanted to make sure she felt comfortable and at ease during the session. She was trying to get the backdrop to drape just right when she saw Heather come through the door.

"Heather! Good morning," said Grace as she stepped off the ladder she had been using and walked over to greet her.

"Good morning, Grace. Am I early?"

"You are right on time. I hope you do not mind but it looks like it is just going to be you and me today. The others all had plans that they couldn't break."

Heather saw a chance to possibly get out of this and asked, "Do you want to reschedule for another day?"

"Not a chance! Now I get you all to myself. Let me show you to the changing room so we can get started."

Heather followed Grace through the long narrow studio. Along the one wall was a floor to ceiling mirror that covered the whole length of the room. Other than the stage, the room was almost bare. The changing room was not much bigger than a walk in closet. There were several lockers and a metal folding chair.

"I am using the locker on the end but the rest are empty and I have a robe for you to wear. It is hanging on the coat rack next to the door. I'll leave you alone so you can get ready," said Grace before returning to the studio.

Heather shrugged off her coat and hung it on the rack. The robe, Grace had left for her, was not much of a robe. It was the half length style and was made from black silk. She took it off the hook and went to the locker she had picked out.

Heather took her time stripping out of her clothes. "What is the rush?" she thought to herself. After carefully folding her panties and placing them on the shelf next to her purse, Heather noticed that her bush had become matted down. She quickly brushed her fingers through her long dark curly hairs trying to fluff them up. Since those dark curly hairs were soon to be the only thing covering her, she might as well make the most of them.

Heather liked the feel of the robe on her skin but it was a little short on her. It covered most of her backside and when she tugged it down it made the front ride up even higher. She pulled and adjusted as best she could to give the most coverage. Satisfied she went back into the studio.

She found Grace sitting on stool behind her easel with a glass of wine. As Heather walked she realized that all of her adjusting had been pointless. The lightweight silk kept rising up exposing her back side and the front opening just refused to stay close despite the sash being tied.

"I just uncorked a bottle of wine. Would you like a glass?" asked Grace.

Heather was not usually the type to drink in the morning but accepted Grace's offer. The wine would probably help calm her nerves. Besides it might get her a few more moments before she would have to lose the robe. Grace went off to pour her a glass while Heather was drawn to the photos and paintings that covered the back wall.

"Are these all your work?" asked Heather.

"Yes. Believe it or not they are all mine."

Heather stopped at a particularly large painting. It was of a young man wearing only a loin clothe holding a javelin over his head as if he was about to throw it. Grace had done an amazing job of depicting his muscular physique. The painting almost seemed alive except the face was left blurry and distorted.

Grace came over with a glass of wine and handed it to her. Heather took a sip and asked, "Did you have a model for this one or is this solely from your imagination." 

"He lives in my neighborhood and one day I saw him jogging down the street with his shirt off and these skimpy running shorts. I knew from that moment I needed to paint him. That was a year ago and he was only seventeen so I need to get his parent's permission for him to pose. I was lucky and his mother was all for it and even stayed while he posed."

Grace showed Heather several other pieces while they finished their wine. Grace took her last sip and asked, " Are you ready to get started?"

Heather had to summon all of her courage to say, "Sure. Just tell me what I need to do."

They went to the stage and Grace demonstrated the pose she was looking for. Heather was to kneel down on the floor with her legs spread slightly and her hands behind her head. Heather laid the robe off to the side and assumed the pose. She was facing the mirrored wall and her reflection stared back at her. 

Grace went to her easel and started working. She started by sketching out a pencil drawing of Heather's nude body. As she drew she could tell that her subject was nervous and it reminded her of the darkest time of her life. It was during her last semester of college and she was failing the only fine art class she needed to graduate. One day after class her professor asked her if she was interested in earning some extra credit. She was worried about having to explain the failure to her parents and she agreed to his offer. 

One evening, thirty years ago, Grace found herself naked standing on a platform in front of a her art professor and three other professors from the department. After a few poses, her professor asked her what she would do for an A in his class. Naively Grace said anything and then the night took a sinister turn. Suddenly he grabbed her wrists and forced her to the floor. While he pinned her the other men tied her down spread eagle. Then one of them gagged her with a rag. Terror does not even begin to describe the fear that gripped her when the four old men unzipped their pants. Her professor was the first one to kneel down between her open thighs. Grace's only knowledge of sex up to that point had been the little talk her mother had with her when she had her first period. When his cock violently assaulted her virgin pussy she desperately tried to free herself but it was futile.

The old man began to grunt and then she felt something warm flowing inside her. He stayed on top panting and sweating profusely. Her professor slowly got up and the next man knelt down and took his place. It was not until the second one finished pumping his seed into her did Grace notice the 8mm movie camera on a tripod filming her being gang raped. Each of the men took multiple turns violating her. 

When they were finally finished, Grace could feel their semen spilling out of her. They called her a whore and spit on her. One of the old men came up to her with a knife. She was certain that they were going to kill her. She had heard the rumors of snuff films and deep down inside herself she wanted them to kill her. Instead he just cut the ropes that had held her down and they just let her go like nothing had happened. Grace ran back to her dorm room. She was too ashamed to go to the police.

Desperately she tried to block out the painful memories of that night. Then the cruel nightmare continued when she missed her next period. She knew that no one would believe her story that she had been raped by four of the college's most respected faculty members. Before she started to show, Grace found an alcoholic doctor who performed illegal abortions. In his filthy kitchen and without any anesthesia the drunk man performed the procedure. Using homemade instruments and his bare hands he end the life of the baby growing in her womb and in the process caused so much trauma that she would never be able to conceive again. It took her many years to cope with what had been done to her but the bitter sting that she would never have children still lingered. 

Heather had noticed the strange stare on Grace's face and asked, "Is everything alright?"

Snapping back to reality, Grace answered, "I was just reminded of something that happened a long time ago. Everything is fine. Let's take a break for a few minutes. Another glass of wine?"

"That would be great," said Heather as she slipped the robe on.

It was evident to Heather that whatever memory Grace had remembered had be unsettling to her. Grace quickly downed her glass and poured herself another. Then as if a switch had been flipped the outgoing free spirit Heather knew came back. Whatever demon was inside her was back in it's cage.

Time seemed to flash by as Grace worked on paintings of Heather in several different poses. It was mid afternoon and two bottles of wine later when Grace laid her brushes down and announced, "I have painted enough for today. If you want to, you can come over and see what I have done."

Heather did not bother with putting the robe on. She had been naked in front of Grace for most of the day and what was the point of covering up now. Grace had worked on three pieces and each was truly a work of art. The last of the paintings was the one that caused Heather the most concern while she was posing. Grace had her leaning back on a stack of pillows with her legs spread and her head back. 

Grace pointed at the last painting and said, "I am going to call this one Waiting for Lover."

Heather was not sure about the name but it was definitely erotic. It was not something she would have hanging in her living room but she still liked it.

Grace turned to Heather and said, "You seemed to have gotten quite comfortable with being nude. I was wondering if you would be willing to work with a partner. I am trying to complete a photography series I have been working on for sometime now and I think you would be perfect for it."

It was true that Heather was much more comfortable with being nude and the wine was meddling with her better judgment. She asked, "Who would be my partner?"

"I have been working with the young man who posed for the painting of the javelin thrower."

Heather thought for a moment and answered, "How soon can you get him here?"

Grace was caught off guard by Heather's answer and stammered, "Let me...give him a call."

Grace nearly ran to the changing room to get her cell phone from her purse. By the time she came back into the studio she had the young man on the phone. From the sound of the conversation, it was exactly what Grace wanted to hear. She closed her phone and said, "He can be here in twenty minutes. I need to get a few things ready before he gets here. Please help yourself to the wine and relax."

Not wanting to be too drunk, Heather paced herself on the wine. Feeling a little tipsy she wrapped herself back in the robe and sat waiting for Grace's male model to arrive. When he did she instantly knew she had made a horrible mistake. Doug Walsh and his mother, Kelly, entered the studio and immediately recognized her. He was on the dive team with her daughter and during ever meet Kelly and her would sit together in the parent's section of the bleachers. 

Kelly Walsh came over to Heather and after a quick hug said, "I did not know you were a supporter of the arts?"

Trying to sound as sober as possible Heather said, "This is my first time modeling."

"Really...Doug has been modeling for Grace for over a year now. I hope you do not mind me being here but I just love to watch her work. It is just fascinating."

"It is fine with me, I guess," said Heather not sure what to say.

Doug had been looking at the paintings that Grace had left out to dry and asked, "Ms. Marcus are these of you?"

Heather blushed slightly and answered, "Yes. Grace worked on them earlier today and please call me Heather."

He just nodded and said, "Okay Heather, I am going to go get ready."

Grace came back into the studio from the back room with a big bag of photo equipment just in time to see Doug head off for the changing room. She also noticed Kelly and Heather talking. It was obvious that they knew each other. She hoped this would not be a problem. She walked over to the two women but before she could say anything. Kelly asked, "You do not mind if I stick around for the photo shoot. I already asked Heather and she is okay with it."

"If Heather is fine with it, then it fine with me."

Doug came out of the changing room with a towel wrapped around his waist. Heather had seen him nearly naked many times at dive meets but this was very different. He was very well built and Heather could clearly make out the shape of something large under the towel. He stepped on the stage next to Heather and his mother. 

Grace finished laying out her equipment and said, "Now that everyone is here, I want to explain what I am looking for. Heather and Doug are supposed to be lovers. We are going to start with simple poses of you two holding hands and then embracing. Then we will move on to some more intimate poses. I will be talking you through everything. Any questions?"

Heather was wondering what Grace had meant by "intimate" but she just shook her head no.

"Good. Let's get started," said Grace stepping back from the stage.

Doug pulled his towel off and handed it to his mother. Kelly looked to Heather and held out her hand, ready to take her robe. Heather was shocked that Doug and Kelly were this open with each other. She had seen her daughter naked many times but that was different. Heather slipped the robe off and handed it over. When she did Kelly leaned forward and whispered, "You are going to have to tell me your secret for looking that good."

Grace was already looking through her view finder when she said, "Go ahead a face each other and try to act natural."

Heather was trying to maintain eye contact with Doug but could not help letting her eyes wander a bit. Her gaze drifted down his sculpted chest and stomach to what so many of the other dive team mothers had longed to see. Doug's long thick cock hung well past his balls. The base of it was surrounded by a riot of dark blonde hairs. She had occasionally wondered if the male divers shaved totally bare the way Riley had too. The flash of the camera startled her slightly. She thought to herself, "I am probably going regret this later."

Grace started moving around the studio snapping pictures offering encouragement to her models. Then she told them, "Move closer to each one another and hold hands."

Heather stepped closer and so did Doug. He took her hands inside his. Heather took a quick glance over to Kelly. She was standing just out of the camera shot watching intently. 

"I want you to embrace each other. Heather I want you to put your head on his shoulder and gentle kiss his neck.

The two of them wrapped their arms around each. She felt his strong arms holding her tightly. Her breasts were pressed into his chest and his cock was hanging down between them pressing into her stomach. Grace snapped away with her camera.

"You two are doing great. Heather stay were you are. Doug I want you to stand behind her. Wrap one arm around her and caress her breast and the over hand I want you to place your other hand over her pussy."

Heather stood still and Doug took his new position. His one hand gentle kneaded her ample breast and the fingers of his other hand fluttered against her pussy lips. Heather could not help but close eyes and lean back into him. Doug might be young but he seemed to know what he was doing. While Grace took more photos she wondered how an eighteen year old could have so much experience with a woman.

Grace ordered them to switch places. Heather was to stand behind Doug with one hand on his chest and the other wrapped around his cock. She took her place and gripped his cock. It was heavy in her hand and instinctively she started slowly stroking the long shaft. With each stroke his member seemed to grow harder until it was like a rod of steel in her hand. The flashes of the camera ceased and Grace said, "I need to load some new film. Let's take a quick break."

Heather reluctantly let go of Doug's cock and stepped back. She looked around for her robe but it was nowhere in sight. Kelly walked over carrying two glass of wine and handed one to Heather. She had really had enough but she accepted it anyway.

"It is impressive, isn't it," said Kelly.

Doug was only a few feet away and Heather was surprised that she would want to talk about his cock with him within earshot. She leaned closer to Kelly and said, "He is definitely packing."

Kelly laughed and said, "I meant Grace's studio. It is a perfect place for her to work but you are right my boy is well endowed. Can you believe he has been that big since was fifteen."

Heather was horribly embarrassed and it was clear that Doug had heard them because he was blushing. Heather just said, "Really?"

"Yeah, he hit a growth spurt and just would not stop growing. I guess there must be a horse somewhere in our family tree," said Kelly reached out and caressed her son's cock.

"Mom! You are embarrassing me," Doug exclaimed brushing his mom's hand away.

The wine took Heather's tongue and she said, "You should never be ashamed by that cock. I know more than a few women who would love to get a hold of that thing."

Heather could not believe what she had just said but there was nothing she could do about it now. She took another gulp of her wine and decided it would probably be better if she said as little as possible.

Grace had finished loading her film and called her models back to the stage. Doug's cock was still erect and bobbing from side to when he turned to face the camera. Grace once again explained the next shot to Heather and Doug. Heather was to get on her knees in front of Doug. Her hands were to be on his hips and she was to lean forward and kiss the tip of his dick.

They took their positions and Heather started kissing Doug's cock. Grace and Kelly slowly moved closer to the stage while Heather's kiss turned into a blow-job. Grace had hoped the Heather would take the initiate but this was more than she had hoped for. Kelly was also very impressed as her son's cock worked it's way deeper into Heather's mouth. Doug started to moan and Grace decided to stop them before he reached the point of no return. The photos she was getting were great but this is not how she wanted to finish the shoot. When Heather let Doug's cock slip from her lips Kelly started clapping and Grace said with a sly smile, "I think I know why my husband keeps giving you those raises."




Heather and Riley Ch. 05



Heather did not know what to say so she just smiled hoping that there was not something else to Grace's last comment. Doug broke the silence by saying, "Damn Heather, I was only a second or two away from cumming right down your throat."

"Now it is time to return the favor. Doug lie down on the floor and Heather I want you to kneel down over his face. Doug, you do not stop until she has orgasmed," ordered Grace.

Heather eagerly placed her calves on either side of the young stud's head. The camera recorded Heather slowly lowering her pussy to Doug's waiting mouth. Kelly had taught her son well. At first he seemed to be teasing her with his rapidly flicking tongue. Heather looked at Grace who was squatting only a few feet away snapping close-ups of the action. She could see the growing wet spot on the crotch of Grace's thin flannel shorts. Doug began plunging his tongue into Heather's juicy pussy while she rolled her clit between her fingers. Heather did not even bother trying to hold the orgasm back. It hit her like a bolt of lightning. Still quivering she pushed herself away from Doug's face. 

"That was excellent. I got some great shots of you in the middle of that orgasm. I have enough film so let's go ahead and finish up. Heather lie on your back and Doug I want you to place the tip of your cock against her pussy," said Grace as she moved alongside them so she could get her next shot.

Heather was still trying to catch her breathe but she quickly did as Grace wanted. Doug moved moved between her legs and pressed the head of his huge cock against her glistening pussy. The camera flashed and Grace said, "It doesn't look like we are going to need any lube so Doug go ahead penetrate her. Heather let us know when you can't take anymore. I want a good shot of it."

Doug started pushing himself into her. Heather watched as his dick slowly disappeared into her. When he was halfway in he looked up at Heather. She nodded for him to continue. Heather wanted every bit of his throbbing young cock inside her and was not about to stop him. Heather grabbed behind her knees trying to open herself even more. Grace stared as the last of Doug's massive cock slide into Heather. She did not think it was possible. Kelly was jealous of Heather. She had been trying for years to force all of Doug's cock inside her but she had never even got close. Grace focused her camera lens and snapped the photo.

The flash of Grace's camera was Doug's signal to finish what he had started. He lowered his chest onto Heather's. She was breathing heavy. It felt like she was being split in two. Moving only his hips he slowly began pumping his cock in and out of her. With each stroke the pain lessened and the pleasure increased. Doug felt Heather relaxing and with each of his strokes she began to raise her hips more to meet his thrusts. Heather's mind swirled and she lost all sense of reality. The only thing in her world at that moment was the euphoria that had taken over her mind. She did not even know that she was grunting like a wild animal and clawing at his back. Heather came to her senses just in time to see a long robe of cumm leaping from his cock. It seemed to hang in the air over her body before arcing down toward her face. She felt it splash on her chin and down her chest. Doug was still pumping his fist over his cock and another burst of hot cumm sprang from him. This one splash across her breasts and down to her navel. She watched as he kneaded the length of his cock and large globs of cumm dripped down onto her hair cover pussy.

Doug pushed himself back and sat on the stage exhausted. Grace moved in and finished off her roll of film capturing Heather cumm cover body. Heather started to sit up but Kelly put a hand on her shoulder. Kelly had a damp clothe and said, "Let me help clean you up."

Kelly slowly mopped up her son's cumm from Heather's breasts and stomach. Heather just laid there and let her clean up the sticky mess. While she tried to wipe the cumm from her bush Kelly said, "I hope you are on some type of birth control."

"Why is that?" asked Heather.

"Doug's seed is rather potent but it looks to me that he got most of it on you rather than in you," said with a slight laugh.

Kelly helped Heather up from the floor. Heather realized that she had no idea what time it what. She asked Kelly for the time.

"It is almost five."

"Damn! I am going to be late for Riley's game. I need to get going."

Heather ran off to the changing room. As she dressed she realized that Kelly had done a horrible job at cleaning her up. She had really just smeared the now dry cumm all over her and there was still large drops of it still in her bush. Doug came in the changing room and started getting dressed too. There was an awkward silence between. Neither of them really knew what to say. Doug was the first to speak.

He said, "I really had a great time doing this."

"Me too," said Heather as she pulled her sweater on.

"If you like...we could hook up again. Not right now but maybe...well you know what I mean...right?"

Heather was not sure what to say so she said, "Yeah. I will give you a call or something."

Heather quickly pulled on her shoes and hurried back into the studio. Grace had to catch her as she was going out the door to give her the envelope with her pay in it. Heather jumped in her truck and broke every speed limit on the way to the high school. She took her seat on the bleachers just in time for tip off.



Heather and Riley Ch. 06



Overnight a fierce blizzard had past over‭ ‬Centerville.‭ ‬A heavy blanket of snow nearly a foot thick had brought the small city to a total stand still.‭ ‬When Heather and Riley woke up that morning they were both glad they did not have any reason to leave their apartment building.

Heather stood at the living room window.‭ ‬Being on the third floor gave her a great view of the‭ ‬wintry landscape below.‭ ‬Usually she would not stand at the window in only her night gown but the only activity she could see was a lone snow plow trying to clear the street.

It was chilly next to the window.‭ ‬Heather went to take a drink of her steaming mug of coffee and unintentionally brushed her rock hard nipple.‭ ‬The sensation sent a shiver through her body.‭ ‬She set her mug on the window sill and turned the valve up on the radiator.‭ ‬More heat rose from the maze of metal pipes to fight off the cold air.

The snow plow had finally made it to the end of the street and turned out of sight.‭ ‬In the kitchen she could hear that her daughter,‭ ‬Riley,‭ ‬was busy making them breakfast.‭ ‬Standing there alone she became lost in her own thoughts.‭ ‬The events of the day before were a blur and she needed some time to sort them out.

What had started out as her just posing nude for several paintings had turned into a wild pornographic photo shoot.‭ ‬It was clear to her now that she had been probably manipulated from the moment she had walked into Grace's studio‭; ‬however,‭ ‬that was not what troubled her.‭ ‬Heather was troubled by the fact that she did not feel humiliated or ashamed.‭ ‬She felt no regrets about having incredible sex with a man half her age while her boss‭' ‬wife took very explicit photos.‭ ‬It did not even upset her that the young man's mother,‭ ‬a woman she had known for years,‭ ‬had watched them in the throws of passion.

The more Heather thought about it the more she realized that she wanted to do it again.‭ ‬The images in her head were turning her on.‭ ‬She checked over her shoulder to make sure that Riley was still in the kitchen.‭ ‬In front of the window she lifted the front of her night gown up,‭ ‬exposing herself to anyone who might be watching,‭ ‬and began masturbating.

Riley was in the kitchen making her mother and herself breakfast.‭ ‬From the time she was old enough to reach the stove she had always made scrambled eggs and toast every Saturday morning.‭ ‬From years of practice she was able to concentrate her attention on other matters.

Yesterday she been called down to her lesbian basketball coach's office and quickly found herself in a sexual relationship with the older woman.‭ ‬Riley had willingly submitted to Ms.‭ ‬Pritchard's sadistic torment.‭ ‬During the night,‭ ‬she had locked herself in the bathroom to look at the changes Ms.‭ ‬Pritchard had inflicted on her body.‭ ‬Her nipples were still swollen and a set of barely visible teeth marks ringed around both of them.‭ ‬She could not help but squeeze and twist her nipples.‭ ‬The intense pain was almost enough to send her into orgasm.

Riley pulled her panties down and sat on the cold tile floor.‭ ‬She used a hand mirror to take a closer look at her throbbing pussy.‭ ‬Ms.‭ ‬Pritchard had warned her that she would never look the same and Riley was startled at how right she was.

Until yesterday Riley's lips formed a tight straight line except at the top where her massive clit forced the soft flesh aside.‭ ‬Now her lips were stretched open allowing her inner lips to hang loosely.‭ ‬Riley had once overhead two girls joking about another girl's‭ "‬meat curtains‭"‬.‭ ‬Riley tugged on her meat curtains.‭ ‬She was able to pull the pink skin at least two inches away from her body.

Riley stood up and looked down at herself.‭ ‬Her pussy was now a jumble of twisted flesh.‭ ‬Riley pulled up her panties but for the first time ever she had to tuck her folds into the crotch before pulling them all the way up.‭ ‬Before heading back to bed she admired the bulge her pussy now made in her panties.

In the living room,‭ ‬Heather was furiously ramming her fingers as deeply as could inside herself.‭ ‬She leaned against the window frame.‭ ‬The excitement of knowing that anyone outside just had to look up to see her fingering herself was unbelievable.‭ ‬Heather lifted her leg up and rested her foot on the window sill.‭ ‬She had to be careful not to burn herself on the hot radiator as she bucked her hips to meet her fingers.‭ ‬Heather bit her lower lip to keep from screaming out loud.

She hung her head and took deep breathes and then lowered her foot back to the floor.‭ ‬She quickly scanned the streets and the building windows across the way.‭ ‬As far as see could tell no one had seen her little show.‭ ‬Feeling both disappointed and relieved she straightened out her night gown.

Riley was sliding half of the scrambled eggs she had made onto a plate for her mother when Heather came into the kitchen to refresh her coffee.‭ "‬Breakfast is ready,‭" ‬said Riley seeing her mother at the coffee pot.

Heather took her seat at the table but waited for Riley to sit down before she started eating.‭ ‬Riley‭ ‬went to the sink to rinse out the skillet.‭ ‬Her daughter was wearing a tiny string bikini.‭ ‬The only time she had ever seen her wear it was when she would sneak up to the roof to work on her sun tan during the summer.‭ ‬Even then she would wrap herself in a towel until no one would see her in it because it was nothing more than three very small triangles that left nothing to the imagination.

Riley sat down and Heather asked,‭ "‬Planning on going to the beach today‭?"

"No‭! ‬I waited too long to do laundry and this is the only thing I had that still fits.‭"

"Today is going to be a great day to do laundry since it looks like we are going to be snowed in for most of the morning.‭"

Riley just nodded and continued eating her eggs.‭ ‬After a few forkfuls she asked her mother,‭ "‬You did not say much about your modeling job yesterday.‭ ‬Did everything go alright‭?"

Heather knew she had to tell Riley what happened at the photo shoot.‭ ‬She did not want her daughter to hear about it at school first.‭ ‬Doug Walsh had probably told half of her class by now.

‭"It went well but there is something I need to tell you. I want you to hear it from me first and not someone else. Just promise me that you are not going to freak out."

Riley could hear the seriousness in her mother voice and said,‭ "‬Okay...Tell me what happened.‭"

Heather took a deep breathe and said,‭ "‬At the end of the day Grace asked me to pose nude with Doug Walsh.‭"

"You posed nude with Doug‭!"

"We did more than just pose together.‭"

She had Riley's undivided attention and Heather explained what had taken place during the photo shoot.‭ ‬Riley listened as her mother recounted every detail of the experience.‭ ‬When Heather finished she asked,‭ "‬Are you okay with this‭?"

"I am a little surprised but it is fine with me.‭ ‬You two are both adults and you can make your own decisions about this.‭ ‬I am not going to judge you.‭ ‬I am also certain that Doug has kept this a secret,‭ ‬especially if his mother was there.‭ ‬Not many people would understand something like that.‭"

Heather realized that Riley was more grown up than she thought and maybe now she would take Doug's offer and give him a call.‭ ‬Heather also realized that Riley had been distant and quiet since yesterday.‭ ‬She knew that something was‭ ‬bothering her daughter.‭ ‬Heather looked at Riley and asked,‭ "‬You don't seem to be yourself.‭ ‬Is there anything you want to talk about‭?"

Riley pushed the last piece of egg on her plate around with her fork.‭ ‬Part of her wanted to tell her mother that nothing was wrong.‭ ‬The other part of her wanted to talk to someone about Ms.‭ ‬Pritchard.‭ ‬Without even realizing it she started telling her mother about what‭ ‬she and Ms.‭ ‬Pritchard had done at school yesterday.

Heather listened but this was not what she what see had expected.‭ ‬She had assumed that Riley was having boy problems not older woman troubles.‭ ‬Her daughter finished telling about her affair with Ms.‭ ‬Pritchard and was now waiting for her to say something.

‭"I am not going to lie to you. I am a little shocked. This is just so unexpected and I really don't know what to say other than I want you to be careful and don't let yourself get in over your head."

"Thanks and I will be careful.‭"

Riley took their plates to the sink and announced that she was going to see if there was anything good on television.‭ ‬Heather watched her daughter leave the kitchen.‭ ‬It was obvious why anyone would be attracted to Riley,‭ ‬even a sadistic forty-something lesbian high school‭ ‬girl's basketball coach.

Heather sat alone asking herself if she should try and convince Riley that she should reconsider having a relationship with Ms.‭ ‬Pritchard.‭ ‬She thought about confronting Ms.‭ ‬Pritchard or even going to the school principal.‭ ‬Certainly that would end the bizarre affair but would also certainly cause Riley a great deal of humiliation.‭ ‬Ultimately she decided to let this thing run‭ ‬its course.‭ ‬Riley was still a teenager and this was probably just a faze.‭ ‬At least that is what Heather hoped.

Riley plopped down on the couch and flipped through the channels.‭ ‬It did not take her long to realize that there was nothing really worth watching.‭ ‬At the end of dial she found a fitness show on the public access channel.‭ ‬She watched the instructor go through a sequence of stretches.‭ ‬There was nothing else better to do and she was not really looking forward to doing her laundry.‭ ‬Riley pulled the coffee table out of the way and joined in.

Heather found her on the floor doing scissor kicks.‭ ‬Riley had not noticed her enter the room which gave Heather some time to admire the young body twisting around on the floor.‭ ‬The skimpy bikini bottom was wedging‭ ‬its way further between Riley's pussy lips with each kick.‭ ‬She could not help but see the effect Ms.‭ ‬Pritchard's fisting on her daughter's once tight pussy.‭ ‬Riley's pussy looked like a blooming flower.‭ ‬With each kick of her toned legs the flower would close and then bloom again.

Then the instructor transitioned into pelvic thrusts and Riley followed along.‭ ‬The motion caused her large firm breast to heave up and down until the tiny bikini top could no longer contain them.‭ ‬Her breast rolled around her chest until Riley stopped.‭ ‬She noticed her mother watching her and she jumped up.

Heather laughed while Riley pulled her top back over her breast and said,‭ "‬You are not really dressed for exercising.‭"

"There was nothing else on television,‭" ‬said Riley‭ ‬obliviously embarrassed.

‭"You probably ought to fix that sling shot you are wearing too, before anymore of you spills out of it," said Heather pointing at the folds of Riley's pussy that hung over the sides of the bunched up fabric.

Riley slipped her fingers under the material and adjusted it so it‭ ‬covers her again and said,‭ "‬I am going to go do my laundry.‭"

Heather ignored Riley's strut back to their bedroom.‭ ‬The midday news was going to be on soon and she wanted to find out if any more snow was in the forecast.‭ ‬Riley emerged from the bedroom carrying a basket piled with her dirty clothes.‭ ‬Heather was watching the news and almost missed the fact that Riley was still only wearing her bikini.

‭"Are you going out dressed like that?" asked Heather.

‭"Yeah...Is there a problem with it?" said Riley like there was nothing wrong.

‭"For one thing you are practically naked and you are barefoot."

"You have never had a problem with me wearing it when I go tanning on the roof why not to the laundry room.‭"

Heather knew that Riley was just playing with her so she just started watching the news again and said,‭ "‬Whatever‭!"

Riley opened the door and left.‭ ‬Heather waited for Riley to come back and say she was only kidding but she did not come back.‭ ‬Heather went to the door and checked up and down the hallway.‭ ‬Riley was nowhere in sight.‭ ‬She stepped back into the apartment and said,‭ "‬That girl has lost her mind.‭"

After closing the door to her apartment checked the hallway.‭ She did not see anyone‬.‭ ‬If she was lucky she would be able to make it all the way to the apartment building's laundry room without anybody seeing her.

When the elevator doors parted,‭ ‬Riley knew her luck had run out.‭ ‬Standing in the elevator was an elderly gentleman holding two grocery bags.‭ ‬Riley was not sure what the man was going to say as she joined him in the elevator.‭ ‬She set her basket down and pressed the button for the basement.

The elevator began to rise.‭ ‬She had not realized that the elevator was going up and not down.‭ ‬Riley nervously shifted her weight from side to side.‭ ‬She could tell the man was checking out her scantily clad body.‭ ‬Riley looked the man over and smiled back at him.‭ ‬Her best guess was that he was in his late sixties or possible early seventies.‭ ‬His face and hands were wrinkled and weathered from hard work in the outdoor elements.‭ ‬In contrast his green eyes seemed to sparkle with youthful intensity.

Riley tried to be‭ polite‬ and said,‭ "‬You must be pretty brave.‭ ‬There is no way I would go outside in weather like this.‭"

"It is not that bad out there.‭ ‬For the most part the streets have been cleared of snow,‭" ‬said the elderly gentleman in a deep baritone voice.

‭"That is good."

"It must be laundry day for you,‭" ‬he said nodding his head toward Riley's laundry basket.

‭"Yeah, I hate having to go down to that musty basement but my Mom and I don't have our own washer and drier."

He agreed with her and the doors opened on top floor of the apartment building.‭ ‬He took a couple of steps but stopped and faced Riley.‭ ‬He paused for a moment and then said,‭ "‬I have a washer and drier at my place.‭ ‬It is a lot more comfortable than that dungeon of a basement.‭"

"I would not want to impose on you.‭"

"You would not be imposing.‭"

"Okay,‭ ‬but I think I should at least know your name before you invite me over to your place.‭"

"I am sorry.‭ ‬My name is Saul Panzer.‭"

"Nice to meet you Saul.‭ ‬My name is Riley Marcus.‭"

She picked up her basket and followed Saul to his apartment.‭ ‬Riley was a little apprehensive about going to the apartment of a man that she had just meet.‭ ‬Especially since she was only wearing a bikini.‭ ‬Riley did have to admit that the old guy was kind of cute.

Riley had heard‭ ‬that the apartments on the top floor were larger than the rest of the building but she was definitely shocked at how large his apartment was.‭ ‬It was the size of a small house.‭ ‬He even had a balcony.‭ ‬Saul showed her to the laundry room and then went to the kitchen to put away his groceries.‭ ‬He was still able to watch his young guest loading her laundry.‭ ‬It had been nearly fifty years since he had seen an almost naked woman other than his wife and she had passed away eight years ago.‭ 

Riley came into the kitchen and asked,‭ "‬Would you mind if I made myself more comfortable‭?"

Saul did not know exactly what she meant by her question but said,‭ "‬Go right ahead.‭"

Riley had to get up on her tip toes to kiss his cheek.‭ ‬As she walked back to the washer she untied the top of her bikini so she could toss it in the washer too.‭ ‬She knew it was wrong to tease the old man but at the same time she thought,‭ "‬Why not give him a little excitement‭?"

After tossing the bikini bottoms in the washer too,‭ ‬Riley went out to the living room.‭ ‬Saul was on the small sofa watching the weather report.‭ ‬To get his attention she thanked him again for letting her use his washer.‭ ‬When Saul looked over at Riley his mouth fell open and his eyes looked like they were about to burst from their sockets.‭ ‬He knew now what she had meant by getting more comfortable.

Riley blushed and curled up on the sofa next to him.‭ ‬Saul did not know what to do.‭ ‬He just froze.‭ ‬Riley snuggled up next to him and then asked him to hold her.‭ ‬He wrapped his arm around her.‭ ‬His hand rested on the side of her breast.‭ ‬Saul could feel the warmth of her soft smooth skin.‭ ‬It had been so long since he had touched a woman like this.‭ ‬If he was dreaming he never wanted to wake up.‭ 

She looked up into his eyes and said,‭ "‬Tell me about yourself.‭"

"What do you want to know‭?" 

"Everything.‭"

Saul started talking.‭ ‬He was sure that he was rambling but Riley was listening.‭ ‬Occasionally she would rub his thigh.‭ ‬Riley had begun this little charade just as something to do while she waited on the washing machine.‭ ‬Now she was truly enjoying being with Saul.‭ ‬By the time the washer was at the end of it's cycle she knew that he had been raised on a ranch in Wyoming,‭ ‬had served in the Navy,‭ ‬been an oil worker in Texas,‭ ‬and had co-owned the largest construction business in the state until he retired.

The buzzer on the washer signaled that it had finished.‭ ‬Riley had to force herself to leave to go move her clothes to the drier.‭ ‬Saul watched her walk away.‭ ‬He was not entirely sure what Riley wanted for all the attention she was giving him.‭ ‬He just hoped that this was not part of some cruel joke.‭ ‬Saul heard the drier start and Riley came bounding back into the room.‭ ‬She glided around the room and then spun around like a ballet dancer.

With her hands on her hips she asked,‭ "‬Do you think I am pretty‭?"

Without even thinking he stood up answered,‭ "‬You are beautiful.‭"

Riley blushed and took hold of his hands and pressed her naked body against him.‭ ‬Decades of physical labor allowed him to effortlessly scoop Riley off her feet and into his arms.‭ ‬She let out a delighted squeal at his surprising display of strength.‭ ‬Saul carried her to his bed and gently laid her down.

Time had not completely forgotten Saul's body over his sixty eight years.‭ ‬His black chest had turned gray like the hair on his head and his muscles that were once like bands of steel had soften.‭ ‬He tried to stay in shape and his trim waist was proof that did take care of himself.‭ ‬As he lowered his boxers Riley was pleased to see that cock still knew what to do.‭ ‬She watched with each of his heartbeats his cock stiffened until it's long shaft curved up toward the ceiling.

Saul crawled on to the bed next to Riley.‭ ‬She ran her hands through his chest hair and then down to his balls.‭ ‬Riley rolled them over her fingers feeling the soft texture of his skin.‭ ‬He was about to climb on top of her but Riley pushed him back down.‭ ‬Instead Riley swung her leg over him and straddled him.‭ ‬Riley took the pointy tip of his cock and ran it through her lips covering it in her juices.‭ ‬Then she gradually lowered herself down on to him. He was bigger than the than the dildo her mother had gotten her but she had no trouble sliding down his long thick shaft.

‭"Not your normal Saturday afternoon is it?" asked Riley

"My dreams are not even this good.‭"

Riley put her palms flat on his chest.‭ ‬She could feel him deep inside her.‭ ‬Slowly she began pumping her body up and down on his cock.‭ ‬She kept her pace steady and eventually her body started to‭ ‬glisten with sweat.‭ ‬The minutes past like seconds.‭ ‬Riley was now dripping with sweat.‭ ‬She had lost track of how many times she had orgasmed and she was not sure how much longer she could last.‭ ‬Finally she felt Saul tense up below her.‭ ‬Riley forced herself to go faster.‭ ‬Then she felt it.‭ ‬The warm gush of Saul's semen filling her.

Riley collapsed onto his chest.‭ ‬She stayed there while Saul's‭ ‬cock went limp inside her pussy.‭ ‬Exhausted she rolled off of him.‭ ‬For awhile they just laid on the bed listening to the sound of each other breathing.‭ ‬Saul stroked Riley's hair and she drifted off to sleep.

When she awoke it took her minute to remember where she was.‭ ‬Saul had covered her with a comforter but he was not in the bed with her.‭ ‬She wanted to stay curled up in his bed forever.‭ ‬Still wiping sleep from her eyes she found her new lover in the living room setting up a card table.




Heather and Riley Ch. 06



‭"If we are going to play strip poker, I think I already lost," said Riley.

Saul laughed and said,‭ "‬You are very funny but actually I have a group of friends over every Saturday night to play poker.‭ ‬We have been doing it for over twenty years now.‭"

Riley noticed that sitting by the door was her laundry basket with all of her clothes neatly folded and she said,‭ ‬"You did not have to fold my clothes.‭"

"It is best to fold your stuff as you take it from the drier.‭ ‬You get‭ ‬fewer wrinkles that way and besides after this afternoon it was the least I could do.‭"

"I enjoyed this afternoon too but I really need to be going. I am sure my mom is wondering what happened to me.‭" ‬said Riley as she slipped back into her bikini.

Riley picked up her basket and Saul went to the door to show her out.‭ ‬He opened the door and she stepped out into the hallway.‭ ‬She turned to face Saul and said,‭ "‬I was hoping you would invite me to poker night.‭ ‬I thought you might want to introduce your new girlfriend to the guys.‭"

"Girlfriend...uh...if you want to.‭ ‬I mean.‭ ‬You are welcome to join us.‭ ‬They usually get here around seven,‭" ‬said Saul after he recovered from the shock.

‭"Great! I will see you tonight."

Riley left Saul standing in the doorway totally dumbfounded.‭ ‬Once she was out of sight Riley hurried back to her apartment.‭ ‬Heather was asleep on the couch.‭ ‬Riley snuck into their bedroom and put away her clothes.

Heather woke up when Riley turned the television on.‭ ‬Her daughter had made herself a sandwich and was sitting cross legged on the floor in front of the couch.‭ ‬She asked,‭ "‬Did you get your laundry done‭?"

With her mouth still full of food she said,‭ "‬Yes,‭ ‬and even I met a guy.‭ ‬He invited me to his apartment tonight to play poker with some of his friends.

‭"You met a guy?"

"Yes I did.‭ ‬I think my outfit caught his eye.‭"

"You are probably right considering you are practically naked.‭"

"Is it okay with you if I go‭?"

Heather wanted to say something like,‭ "‬Of course,‭ ‬spend the night,‭ ‬have wild unprotected sex with him,‭ ‬anything if it breaks this spell that Ms.‭ ‬Pritchard has over you,‭" ‬instead she just said,‭ "‬Have fun.‭"

That evening Riley had a quick dinner with her mother and then started getting ready.‭ ‬She started with a long hot shower which she followed by massaging her entire body with lavender scented lotion.‭ ‬She borrowed her mothers tan suede skirt and finished off her outfit with her emerald green v-neck sweater that showed slightly more than a modest amount of cleavage.‭ ‬The only problem was that she could not find the pair of sandals she wanted to wear.

At half past six she still had not found the sandals.‭ ‬She did not want to be late so she just said good bye to her mother and headed out the door barefoot once again.‭ ‬A short elevator ride later she was standing in front of Saul's door.

Ever since Riley had left his place he had wondered if she was really going to show for the poker game.‭ ‬He even thought for a while that he had imagined the entire encounter.‭ ‬When he heard the soft knock on the door he ran to answer it.

He swung the door open and said,‭ "‬Riley‭!"

"I am glad you can recognize me with my clothes on,‭" ‬joked Riley.

‭"I could never forget that gorgeous face."

"Please,‭ ‬stop it.‭ ‬You are going to make me cry.‭"

"It is the truth.‭ ‬Come in and have a seat.‭ ‬The guys will be here soon.‭"

Riley and Saul went to the sofa.‭ ‬Saul started flipping through the channels until Riley took the remote control away from him.‭ ‬She turned the television off and said,‭ "‬I think we have time for a quickie before your friends get here.‭"

"Believe me,‭ ‬I want to but they will be here any minute.‭"

"Alright but how about I give you a sample of what you are going to get later,‭" ‬said Riley as she knelt down in front of him.

Saul did nothing to stop her as she unbuckled his belt and zipped his fly down.‭ ‬Riley reached into his pants and pulled out his limp cock.‭ ‬The flesh was soft and warm in her tiny hand.‭ ‬She could feel it growing in her as she fondled him.‭ ‬As soon as he was hard,‭ ‬Riley wrapped her lips around the head of his cock.‭ ‬Her tongue rolled around and flicked against it.‭ ‬Saul brushed Riley's hair back and rubbed her shoulders.‭ ‬When he started to feel the back of her throat he knew he was not going to last much longer.

‭"I'm ready," warned Saul.

He was not sure what Riley was going to do so he looked around for something to clean up the mess he was about to make.‭ ‬To his amazement she kept stroking his cock and her lips were still wrapped around him.‭ ‬Unable to hold out any longer he let go.

Riley felt the first burst of hot cumm splash against the back of her throat.‭ ‬She had to fight off the urge to gag.‭ ‬Riley swallowed but a flood of cumm was filling her mouth.‭ ‬It was thick and salty.‭ ‬A small dribble ran down her chin.‭ ‬Riley pulled back and used her finger to push the cumm back into her mouth.‭ ‬Then she licked Saul clean.‭ ‬Just then there was a strong knock at the door.

‭"They're here!" said Saul.

Being very calm Riley said,‭ "‬I will go let them in you just straighten yourself up.‭"

Riley got up and went to the door.‭ ‬On the way she wiped her face to make sure she was clean.‭ ‬Before opening the door she let Saul finish tucking his shirt in.

When she opened the door there were three men standing in the hallway.‭ ‬A man only a few inches taller than her and with a very round face was about to knock on the door again.‭ ‬He started to say something but stopped.‭ ‬He checked the apartment number and asked,‭ "‬Who are you‭?"

"My name is Riley.‭ ‬I am Saul's friend.‭"

Saul came up behind her and said,‭ "‬Come in guys.‭"

The gentlemen filed into the apartment and Saul introduced them to Riley.‭ ‬Leo was the short man with the round face.‭ ‬He was a retired cop and Riley was sure she remembered him from grade school.‭ ‬Leo had volunteered to in one of those‭ '‬say no to drugs‭' ‬programs.‭ ‬The youngest in the group was Sammy at sixty years old.‭ ‬He had been Saul's partner in their construction business.‭ ‬From the callous on his thick hands it was obvious he still worked everyday despite the fortune they had made when they sold their business.‭ ‬Albert was the oldest in the group at seventy two.‭ ‬He was a retired physic professor from‭ ‬Centerville‭ ‬University.‭ ‬Riley could smell a hint of alcohol on Albert's breathe and the red around his eyes were evidence he was more than a casual drinker.

All of them were carrying bags and once they had all been introduced they went off to the kitchen.‭ ‬Riley stood back and watched them try to unpack what they had brought.‭ ‬They were bumping into each other and a few mumbled curses were uttered.‭ ‬Finally she had seen enough.‭ ‬She clapped her hands to get their attention.

‭"All of you out of here. Let me take care of everything in here and you guys go play cards!"

Leo was the first to speak up,‭ "‬You heard the dame.‭ ‬Let's go play cards.‭"

Albert grabbed the bottle of‭ ‬bourbon and a glass from the cupboard and‭ ‬led the men out of the kitchen.‭ ‬Saul winked at Riley and swatted her lightly on the butt as he walked by.‭ ‬Riley emptied their bags on the counter.‭ ‬All together there‭ ‬were three foot long sandwiches,‭ ‬bags of chips and pretzels,‭ ‬and a twelve pack of beer.

While Riley cut the large sandwiches into more manageable size pieces,‭ ‬she could overhear the men talking in the next room.‭ ‬She thought it was Albert who asked Saul,‭ "‬What is going on between you and the girl‭?"

There was a pause and then Saul answered,‭ "‬We just started seeing each other.‭"

One of the other men asked jokingly,‭ "‬No offense but what could she possibly see in you‭?"

"I am not really sure,‭" ‬answered Saul.

Riley easily recognized Leo's deep voice,‭ "‬You need to be careful.‭ ‬As a friend,‭ ‬I am warning you girls today are after all kinds of things.‭ ‬She could be after your money,‭ ‬she maybe looking to get pregnant,‭ ‬she even could be a nymphomaniac.‭" 

Before Saul could say anything Sammy said,‭ "‬I would like to find me a nymphomaniac.‭"

This got a laugh from the guys and then Saul said,‭ ‬"I think she is just a sweet girl who wants to spend time with me.‭"

Riley waited for their conversation to turn away from her before heading out into the living room with the snacks.‭ ‬She then went and got the men each a beer except for Albert who was already working on his second‭ ‬bourbon.‭ ‬Riley pulled up a chair next to Saul and sat down.

The men continued playing cards while they ate.‭ ‬After a couple of hands,‭ ‬Sammy noticed that Riley was not eating.‭ ‬He pointed at the tray of sandwiches and said,‭ "‬You should try one of these.‭ ‬I get them from a deli downtown.‭ ‬The owner's mother makes them with fresh bread she makes everyday.‭ ‬They are the best in the city.‭"

Riley gently patted Saul's crotch below the table and said,‭ "‬Right before you guys got here Saul made me a little snack.‭" 

Saul choked on the beer he was drinking when he heard her comment.‭ ‬Riley patted him on the back and asked if he was okay.‭ ‬He nodded his head yes even though he was still coughing.

Riley watched the men play cards.‭ ‬She had played poker before‭; ‬however,‭ ‬she had never played for money.‭ ‬She tried to follow along but it was hard to focus on the game.‭ ‬While the men played they told stories,‭ ‬made jokes,‭ ‬and teased one another.‭ ‬Riley laughed along with them until her sides hurt.

Leo was about to deal and then he asked Riley if she wanted to play.‭ ‬Riley shook her head and said,‭ "‬I don't have any money.‭"

Sammy waved his hand and said,‭ ‬"Don't worry about the money.‭ ‬We only bet to keep things interesting.‭"

With a slight slur to his words Albert said,‭ "‬I think she should have to bet something.‭ ‬It is only fair.‭"

"The only thing I have with me are the clothes on my back,‭" ‬said Riley.

Saul leaned forward with his elbows on the table and said,‭ "‬Now there is an interesting idea.‭ ‬If you win a hand you collect the pot.‭ ‬If you lose a hand you lose an article of clothing.‭ ‬I believe it is called strip poker.‭"

Riley looked at Saul with a sly look on her face.‭ ‬He just smiled back at her.

‭"Okay boys, I'll play. 

Sammy dealt the cards.‭ ‬Riley waited until all five of her cards had been dealt before picking them up.‭ ‬She had three queens,‭ ‬the two of hearts,‭ ‬and the four of clubs.‭ ‬She discarded all but her queens.‭ ‬In return she got two sixes giving her a full house.‭ ‬Her queens over sixes easily won the pot.

Albert bitterly said,‭ "‬Beginner's luck,‭" ‬as Riley collected her winnings.

The next hand did not go well for Riley.‭ ‬She had only two pair which was beat by Leo's king high flush.‭ ‬She knew that by the end of the night she was probably going to lose all of her clothes to the experienced card players.‭ ‬Riley slowly pulled her sweater up and stopped just above her navel and playfully asked,‭ "‬Do any of you have a heart condition‭?"

Albert raised his hand and said,‭ "‬I do but if this kills me I will die happy.‭"

Riley pulled the sweater over her head and tossed it to Leo.‭ ‬It took a few moments for the next round to begin.‭ ‬Their eyes were locked on her chest.‭ ‬Eventually the cards were dealt and Riley almost smiled when she looked at her cards.‭ ‬She had been dealt a straight.‭ ‬At the end of the round she was shocked when Saul laid down‭ ‬a flush.‭ 

Riley pulled her chair back from the table and stepped onto the seat.‭ ‬If she was going to end up naked she wanted to make a show of it.‭ ‬She wiggled her hips and gradually tugged the skirt down.‭ ‬It fell around her ankles leaving her in only her bra and panties.‭ ‬While still standing on the chair she picked up the skirt between her toes and pasted it to Saul.‭ ‬It gave all the guys an excellent view of her long shapely legs.

The next hand Riley folded which brought a grumble from the guys.‭ ‬To make up it up to them she went at got them each a beer.‭ ‬When she hand Saul his beer she whispered in his ear,‭ "‬I am having a great time.‭"

They smiled at each other.‭ ‬Riley leaned in and kissed him.‭ ‬Then she felt the sudden thing of someone smacking her behind.‭ ‬She turned around and saw that Sammy was poised to smack her again.

‭"Are we going to play cards or what?"

It was Riley's turn to deal.‭ ‬She handed out the cards and then checked her own.‭ ‬It was a horrible hand but she decided to play it out anyway.‭ ‬She took three cards and still had nothing.‭ ‬Bluffing was useless.‭ ‬Even if she had a royal flush they were always going to play it to the end.‭ ‬They were willing to lose fifty dollar pots all night trying to get her naked.

Sammy won with a two pair,‭ ‬jacks and nines.‭ ‬Riley wanted to do something new with her little strip tease performance.‭ ‬This time she went over to Sammy and sat on his lap facing him.‭ ‬She said,‭ "‬You won it.‭ ‬Go ahead and take it.‭"

Sammy's thick fingers‭ ‬clumsily worked the hooks holding the back of her bra closed.‭ ‬Riley felt the bra loosen and Sammy's rough hands slide down her breasts taking the bra with them.‭ ‬She leaned forward and pressed her bare breasts to his face.‭ ‬The room was chilly and her large chocolate colored nipples swelled.

Riley returned to her seat.‭ ‬She was down to her last article of clothing.‭ ‬The men were clearly enjoying themselves and she liked being the center of attention.

Saul dealt the next hand.‭ ‬Riley had been dealt three twos.‭ ‬She discarded her other two cards and hoped for the best.‭ ‬Riley got the last two and an ace.‭ ‬Four of a kind was her best hand of the night.‭ ‬She watched the men's faces.‭ ‬They were not revealing anything.‭ ‬The men made their bets and Riley showed her cards.‭ ‬Saul and Leo let out a defeated moan.‭ ‬Albert just smirked and turned over his queen high straight flush.

Riley needed to pay up.‭ ‬Albert was sitting on the other side of the table so she walked seductively over to him.‭ ‬As she walked she said,‭ "‬My mom tried to warn me about dirty old men.‭"

Riley stood in front of him straddling his legs.‭ ‬She took his hands and placed them flat against her stomach.‭ ‬His bony hands her cold but that did not stop her from guiding them up to her breasts.‭ ‬She let him grope her breasts.‭ ‬He was rougher than she would have liked.‭ ‬Then Riley guided his hands down her sides to her hips and then to her butt.‭ ‬Once again he pressed his fingers into her flesh.‭ ‬She had to pry his hands from her butt to move them to the front of her panties.‭ ‬His hand slipped under them and she felt his finger tips pressing against her pussy.‭ ‬Even though she was dry he was able to get his finger inside her.‭ ‬Riley pushed her panties down so all the guys could see that Albert was fingering her.

Riley backed away from Albert leaving her panties on the floor in front of him.‭ ‬She went back to her seat and sat down.‭ ‬All the guys were staring at her.‭ ‬Leo finally said,‭ "‬It looks like Riley is out.‭"

"Not necessarily gentlemen.‭ ‬I am willing to go all in if you are.‭"

The men all looked at each other for a moment and then pushed their stacks of cash to the center of the table.‭ ‬Leo dealt the cards.‭ ‬Riley slowly picked up her cards and sighed.‭ ‬She had a pair of fives.‭ ‬Sammy and Albert were smiling as they checked their cards.‭ ‬Riley discarded and got nothing that would help her.‭ ‬She could only hope that Saul would win.

Leo was first to show his cards.‭ ‬He had a full house,‭ ‬queens over nines.‭ ‬The other men threw their cards down in disgust.‭ ‬With a grin he stood up and said,‭ "‬Saul I am going to borrow your girl for a moment.‭"

He took Riley's hand and‭ ‬led her down the hallway to the guest room.‭ ‬Leo clicked the lock on the door.‭ ‬She was nervous but she hid it well.‭ ‬Riley went to the bed and laid back with her legs spread apart.‭ ‬Leo quickly dropped his pants and left them in a pile next to the door.‭ ‬He was not in as great of shape as Saul.‭ ‬He was overweight and his gut hanged so low that it nearly hid his dick.‭ ‬Not that there was all the much to hide.‭ ‬Even from across the dimly lit room she could tell that she could probably wrap her fist around it and completely cover it.

There was no foreplay.‭ ‬He did not even speak.‭ ‬Leo climbed between her legs and began pumping away on her.‭ ‬At first she could not even tell if he was in her.‭ ‬His large gut blocked her view and she felt like she was being crushed under him.‭ ‬Riley faked some moaning and squeezed her tits.‭ ‬She watched Leo's eyes roll back and then she felt his warm slimy cumm coating her pussy lips. It had taken him only a few minutes to finish.‭ 

Leo climbed off of her and whispered a thank you to Riley.‭ ‬Riley lied and said that she had enjoyed it.‭ ‬He got dressed looking a little ashamed of himself and Riley hurried off to the bathroom to clean herself up.‭ ‬By the time she got out the bathroom Saul was the only one in the apartment.

‭"Did they leave?" asked Riley.

‭"Yes, it is kind of late for us senior citizens."

Riley noticed that the cash from the poker game was still on the table.‭ ‬She said,‭ "‬Leo forgot to take his winnings.‭"

"Actually he left it for you.‭ ‬He said you earned it.‭"

Riley was now really‭ ‬embarrassed.‭ ‬By leaving the money for her she had just crossed the line into prostitution.‭ ‬At first she did not want to take the money but at the same time it was over five hundred dollars.

Saul saw her staring at the stack of cash.‭ ‬He had an idea but was not sure if he should bring it up to Riley.‭ ‬When she picked up the money and started counting it he knew it was okay to ask her.‭ ‬Saul asked her to sit down.

‭"I think I have figured out a way for you to make quite a bit of money."

Riley had an idea of what he was going to say but she let him continue.

‭"I have a lot of lonely friends who would be willing to pay good money for some female companionship."

If someone had said something like that to her yesterday Riley would have slapped him.‭ ‬Now she was a little more open to the suggestion.‭ ‬She looked at the cash in her hand and said, "Are you saying you want to pimp me out to your friends?‭"

"There could be a lot more of that in it for you,‭" said Saul pointing at the stack of cash in her hand.

Riley new that once she got into the business of selling her body there would be no turning back and her life would never be the same.‭ ‬The thought of it also excited her.‭ ‬She looked back at Saul and asked,‭ "‬How soon can you get me started‭?"