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Heathen

By: Cherubcrush



It was summer 1973 it was a particularly warm summer in California, and something was in the air. A new music was building the children of this age were wild with ideas in politics and art. 

Heathen stood backstage she swayed in rhythm to the music. It hadn’t been difficult for her to get where she stood, not with her lithe glitter covered body. Asher Moon stood ten feet away from her playing the last song of the evening. Slowly Heathen unwrapped a cherry sucker putting it in her mouth. Heathen just gave Asher her secret sexy smile. Asher could tell he was in love, he didn’t know her name but he was in love and he knew it.

Something about her called to Asher as he wrangled his way through the crowd to get to her. He was ignoring all of the other girls who were throwing their near naked bodies at him. Heathen felt as though there were a thousand fireflies in her stomach all combining their light to work as a beacon of love-light as she watched Asher come closer. A smile the size of Texas came across his face as he walked up to her. As he drew closer he could smell her sweet autumn flowered scent, it absolutely overtook him. 

“Hello, I’m Asher Moon.” He grasped her hand it felt small and delicate in his grip.

“I know.” Heathen smiled. The smile went smaller on his face. “And just who are you baby girl?”

Her royal blue eyes glowed with mischief “Heathen.” Asher laid his hand on her pink haired head. “A pleasure Miss Heathen.” 

Heathen stayed with Asher that night, lying close to him. She dreamt while she slept she dreamt of the glen and when she did Heathen saw Asher there. He was dancing with her and there dancing with them were July and Gabriel. She awoke with a start Asher woke with her holding her tightly as she wept telling him the story of the wizard and her beloved July and the time the three of them spent together. 

“Where are they now?” he asked calmly not even thinking about the ridiculous amounts of time. Tears were shiny in her eyes as she sobbed “I don’t know, I must find them they were taken into the place of the dead.” Asher now felt a dread creep down his spine his mouth went dry as he formed the question that burned in his mind. “what are you?”

Heathen simply turned and looked at him, tenderly she stroked the side of his face.

“I’m a faerie.” She whispered. Asher smiled remembering when he was a little boy his childhood imaginary friend had been Astrid, the faerie who acted like his mother. She taught him many things including how to take care of himself. Heathen giggled lightly. 

“So you know Astrid.” Heathen had a large beaming smile.

“Holy shit, she’s real?” his face went slack as he stared at this bright girl who seemed to glow like the stars above.

“Yes that she is.” She nodded “so you must be special, though I’ve heard about anyone like you in the legend.”

Asher’s eyelids seem to grow heavy as he slid back on to the bed suddenly. Heathen settled down next to him.

California amazed Heathen it gave off an almost whimsical aura, like anything could happen. It was like Asher’s studio apartment was the epicenter of some new world. Heathen slept amongst his band mates and an assortment of groupies. They all seemed so motivated at spreading peace, love, and harmony. Everyone Asher called “brother” or “sister” seemed to have all been visited by fey.

Each night before settling in for sleep Heathen would tell him of her life, the deep love she shared with July, she spoke of the wizard Gabriel whose magick sent her to Asher. Time seemed to pass slowly for Asher and his band. No one seemed to care either it was toward the end of august Asher’s band The Magicians started to record their break though album.

Heathen felt things for Asher she never experienced before just watching him play guitar would make her feel a flame that started at the base of her spine and spread through her limbs. On this particular night she did not excuse herself to go out walking on the beach like usual, tonight she waited for Asher to finish. Shaking she stood walked in between Asher and his amp and kissed him standing on tip-toe at first then as his intense love hit her she fell back. Quickly Heathen lead him outside but to her surprise it wasn’t the shore. It was the garden of the wizard almost 600 years earlier. Heathen wasn’t shocked but she could tell by Asher’s grip he sure was scared. “Honey, where are we?” he asked in a hoarse whisper.

“Gabriel’s garden.”

“Gabriel, the wizard from the 1300’s?” he was in disbelief; in all honesty Heathen was a bit confused herself.

“Heath!” July jumped on Heathen knocking her down. Asher stood watching in shock. “I used be like that too, but on gets accustomed to seeing these two after a while.”

A man in a violet tunic appeared to his left, startled Asher turned toward him away from the kissing faeries.

“Who’s that?” July crawled over teasingly pulling on Asher’s leg. 

“This is Asher, a musician.” Heathen said proudly.

“Musician.” July repeated looking so cute, Gabriel bent down to kiss her. 

“So this is really 1300?” Asher asked looking at Gabriel. Gabriel shook his head “this is the glen, it hovers just outside of time.” He smiled to July then Heathen “This section was made to look like my garden.” 

Just then a cool summery breeze swept around them. Constellian appeared in front of and he was wearing the white cloak of time. 

“Heathen, nice to see you back here.” Constellian walked slowly to his tree trunk throne looking at each of them. 

“As you all know it is said I am older than all faeries, that I was made by the three goddesses to be the barer of the love-light and father a race of truly pure of heart creatures, your race.” His smiled spilled loving and caring.

“Is it true?” July asked in her child like tone. Constellian sighed. “Yes.”

A sense of awe fell over all of them. 

“The love light needs to spread to mortals, because without it they will destroy all the gods and goddesses have made.” The two mortal men looked from the faeries to each other. 

Constellian nodded knowing exactly what they were thinking. 

“Your mothers were of faerie blood, so you are connected to me, you share the love light. That is why you have been found. ”

Heathen



It was summer 1973 it was a particularly warm summer in California, and something was in the air. A new music was building the children of this age were wild with ideas in politics and art. Something called to Heathen. She walked along a busy L.A. street. Then she saw a huge sign:"Ash Moon in Concert" She carefully made her way inside.

Heathen stood nearest to the stage on which he stood. she swayed in rhythm to the music. It hadn't been difficult for her to get where she stood, not with her lithe glitter covered body. Asher Moon stood ten feet away from her playing the last song of the evening. Heathen just gave Asher her secret sexy smile. 

Something about her called to Ash as he wrangled his way through the crowd to get to her. He was ignoring all of the other girls who were throwing their near naked bodies at him. Heathen felt as though there were a thousand fireflies in her stomach all combining their light to work as a beacon of love-light as she watched Ash come closer. A smile the size of Texas came across his face as he walked up to her. As he drew closer he could smell her sweet autumn flowered scent, it absolutely overtook him. 

"Hello, I'm Ash Moon." He grasped her hand it felt small and delicate almost breakable in his grip.

"I know." Heathen smiled.

The smile went smaller on his face. "And just who are you baby girl?"

Her royal blue eyes glowed with mischief "Heathen." Asher laid his hand on her pink haired head. "A pleasure Miss Heathen." 

Heathen stayed with Asher that night, lying close to him. She dreamt while she slept she dreamt of the glen and when she did Heathen saw Asher there. He was dancing with her and there dancing with them were July and Gabriel. She awoke with a start Asher woke with her holding her tightly as she wept telling him the story of the wizard and her beloved July and the time the three of them spent together. 

"Where are they now?" he asked calmly not even thinking about the ridiculous amounts of time.

Tears were shiny in her eyes as she sobbed "I don't know, I must find them they were taken into the place of the dead." Asher now felt a dread creep down his spine his mouth went dry as he formed the question that burned in his mind. "What are you?"

Heathen simply turned and looked at him; tenderly she stroked the side of his face.

"I'm a faerie." She whispered. Asher smiled remembering when he was a little boy his childhood imaginary friend had been Astrid, the faerie who acted like his mother. She taught him many things including how to take care of himself. Heathen giggled lightly. 

"So you know Astrid." Heathen had a large beaming smile.

"Holy shit, she's real?" his face went slack as he stared at this bright girl who seemed to glow like the stars above.

"Yes that she is." She nodded "so you must be special, though I've heard about anyone like you in the legend."

Asher's eyelids seem to grow heavy as he slid back on to the bed suddenly. Heathen settled down next to him.

California amazed Heathen it gave off an almost whimsical aura, like anything could happen. It was like Asher's studio apartment was the epicenter of some new world. Heathen slept amongst his band mates and an assortment of groupies. They all seemed so motivated at spreading peace, love, and harmony. Everyone Asher called "brother" or "sister" seemed to have all been visited by fey.

Each night before settling in for sleep Heathen would tell him of her life, the deep love she shared with July, she spoke of the wizard Gabriel whose magick sent her to Asher. Time seemed to pass slowly for Asher and his band. No one seemed to care either it was toward the end of august Asher's band The Magicians started to record their break though album.

Heathen felt things for Asher she never experienced before just watching him play guitar would make her feel a flame that started at the base of her spine and spread through her limbs. On this particular night she did not excuse herself to go out walking on the beach like usual, tonight she waited for Asher to finish. Shaking she stood walked in between Asher and his amp and kissed him standing on tip-toe at first then as his intense love hit her she fell back. 

Quickly Heathen lead him outside but to her surprise it wasn't the shore. It was the garden of the wizard almost 600 years earlier. Heathen wasn't shocked but she could tell by Asher's grip he sure was scared. "Honey, where are we?" he asked in a hoarse whisper.

"Gabriel's garden."

"Gabriel, the wizard from the 1300's?" he was in disbelief; in all honesty Heathen was a bit confused herself.

"Heath!" July jumped on Heathen knocking her down. Asher stood watching in shock.

"I used be like that too, but on gets accustomed to seeing these two after a while."

A man in a violet tunic appeared to his left, startled Asher turned toward him away from the kissing faeries.

"Who's that?" July crawled over teasingly pulling on Asher's leg. 

"This is Asher, a musician." Heathen said proudly.

"Musician." July repeated looking so cute, Gabriel bent down to kiss her. 

"So this is really 1300?" Asher asked looking at Gabriel. Gabriel shook his head "this is the glen, it hovers just outside of time." He smiled to July then Heathen "This section was made to look like my garden." 

Just then a cool summery breeze swept around them. Constellian appeared in front of and he was wearing the white cloak of time. 

"Heathen, nice to see you back here." Constellian walked slowly to his tree trunk throne looking at each of them. 

"As you all know it is said I am older than all faeries that I was made by the three goddesses to be the barer of the love-light and father a race of truly pure of heart creatures, your race." His smiled spilled loving and caring.

"Is it true?" July asked in her child like tone.

Constellian sighed. "Yes."

A sense of awe fell over all of them. 

"The love light needs to spread to mortals, because without it they will destroy all the gods and goddesses have made." The two mortal men looked from the faeries to each other. Constellian nodded knowing exactly what they were thinking. 

"Your mothers were of faerie blood, so you are connected to me, you share the love light. That is why you have been found. " 



Heather



I lived in a small rural community. My wife and I bought this house about the same time we got married and had it paid off 30 years later when I retired. It was no mansion, but it was home. After a couple of years, we had a son and then when Jean was 30 we had Betty. After Betty was born, a couple bought the lot next door and built a custom house and had an in-ground pool put in. They already had a family when they moved in, a son a little younger than ours and a daughter Heather. Heather, as we found out, had been born the same day and year as our Betty. 

They quickly became best friends, where you saw one, you'd see the other. They did scouts together, clubs, you name it. I watched Heather grow up and blossom into a beautiful young woman all before my very eyes. She was at our house as much as her own, her and Betty even took turns sleeping over at each other's houses. About 3 years ago, my wife Jean passed away from a stroke and the next year my son Rob left for college which left just Betty and I at home, and of course Heather. Betty doted on me after Jean passed away, made my meals and pretty much took over her mother's job, except for the sex of course. Jean and I had an active sex life and I sure missed her when she died, but couldn't bring myself to get attached to another woman even though Betty was always pushing me to. 

When Heather would stay over, I would catch glimpses of her now and then in her panties and bra, or a thin nightie. She never tried to hide herself from me, but she never knew what those glimpses did to me. I spent many a night in my bathroom jacking off just thinking of her tight teenage body. One time, I happened to come in from outside and headed for the bath of the living room. As I walked in, there was Heather, jeans and panties around her ankles going to the bathroom. 

"Oh, I'm sorry Heather," I stammered as I backed out. 

"No problem Mr. G," she shot back and never bothered to cover herself. 

My eyes glued to the lovely little blonde patch between her legs, but she just smiled as I closed the door. I went up to my bathroom and beat the hell out of my cock that day! One day her and Betty came in and announced that they had been accepted for the cheerleading squad, which they continued until graduation. I gave them both a big hug and my cock got hard as Heather pushed her perky little chest against mine. After they left, another bathroom session ensued as I relieved my straining cock. 

I got many thrills over the next couple of years as Heather gave me a show, whether she knew she was or not. One Friday night, as they were getting ready for a game, I happened by Betty's room and the door was ajar. I stuck my head in to wish them luck and there was Heather getting dressed. She didn't see me as she bent over to put her panties on and I watched as she pulled them up and reached for her bra. Her perky little tits stood straight out and she turned with her back to me and I watched her put on her top and then she bent over to step into her cheerleading skirt. 

My eyes locked on her beautiful ass cheeks as she pulled her skirt up. I quickly ducked out as she finished and started to turn around. My hard on was raging!! I went back into my room and soon Betty and Heather came in to say goodbye. After they left, I beat off again with Heather's nude body locked in my memory. Betty went to see her aunt and uncle in the next state last summer and Heather couldn't go. 

One night, as I was getting ready for bed, I looked out the bedroom window and there was Heather taking a late night dip in the nude. I went and grabbed my binoculars and when I got back, I scanned her house and all the lights were out. Either she was home alone or everyone else was in bed. I quickly turned the binoculars on Heather as she swam back and forth. The pool had light and they illuminated her white body perfectly. She floated on her back and I scanned her body with my binoculars, taking extra time on that cute little blonde patch I remembered so well as well as those beautiful little breasts. 

Soon, I saw movement by the house and a young guy walked up and took his clothes off and joined her. He slipped in the water and swam over to her and they kissed and he ran his hands over her body. I saw her hand go to his crotch and stroke his hard on. Then they got out and went to a lounge chair and he laid down and she moved between his legs and took his cock in her mouth and started blowing him!! I reached down and pulled my own cock out and stroked it. He started arching his back and shot a load in her mouth and she struggled to swallow it. 

My little Heather had grown up!! She kept on sucking his cock and when it was hard again, she turned around and sat on it, guiding it inside of her. She raised up and down and as she did, she got faster and soon, I had shot my load all over the wall as he shot his inside of her. They then got back in the pool and swam and rinsed themselves and they kissed and he got dressed and left and she went in. My cock stayed hard most of the night as I replayed the scene in my mind, my little Heather sucking and fucking someone. She was a woman. 

I made it a point to scan the pool area each night before I went to bed and I caught her a couple of more times before Betty came home. As soon as Betty got home, Heather was over to visit. I couldn't help but stare at that wonderful body every time Heather came over after what I had witnessed. They came and said that Heather's mom and dad wanted to talk to me and I went out and met them at the fence. 

"Hey Tom, how's it going?" her dad said. 

"Good Jim, and you?" He said everything was good and that he needed to ask me a big favor. 

"Shoot!!" I said. 

"Melissa and I are going out of town this weekend to see her parent's and wondered if Heather could stay with Betty and you. There's some party Saturday night and she doesn't want to miss it." 

My heart warmed over, "No problem Tom, glad to help," I replied. They both thanked me and I went back into the house. Heather soon came in and threw her arms around my neck, "Thanks Mr. G." and she planted a kiss on my lips, as her perky little tits pushed against my chest. She went up to Betty's room and I settled down in the recliner with my huge hard on. 

Friday came and Heather's parents stopped by and thanked me again saying that Melissa's mom wasn't doing well and that they should be home Monday. I watched tv that night and the girls lounged around coming down now and then for a drink or to look at TV with me for a short period. About 11, Heather came down and said that Betty had gone to sleep, but she wasn't tired and did I mind if she watched TV with me. 

"No problem," I told her as I looked at her short nightie. I could see her nipples poking at the fabric as she sat on the sofa next to me. I sneaked glances at her nipples every chance I got, I wanted to suck on them so bad! After awhile, she got off the sofa and laid down on the floor in front of me in front of the TV. 

"Can you see?" she asked.

"Oh yes baby, no problem," as my eyes watched her panty covered crotch appear from under the short nightie. I took in every inch of that fine teenage ass and constantly scanned and I could see her panties had molded to the slit of her pussy. As she lay there showing me her ass, I reached down and started to stroke my cock through my pants, ever ready in case she turned around. She put her arms up under her head to support it and her nightie rode up some more and I could just catch a glimpse of her right tit, with it's nipple against the floor. 

We watched TV for about an hour, all the time I fought against cumming in my pants as she moved and sucked some more of her panties into her tight little twat. She then got up on her hands and knees to get up and I saw both of her tits for a split second and got a great view of her pussy too as her panties highlighted every inch. She bent over me and gave me a quick kiss and went to bed. I wasted no time jacking off that night as I raced to my bathroom. 

The girls hung around the house most of the day Saturday and at about 6 they got dressed for the party. They both looked good as they came down the steps, but Heather had on a short white mini skirt and a tight top that molded to her sweet tits and no bra. There was a horn blowing in the driveway and the girls pecked me on the cheek and left. I settled into my usual TV routine and before I knew it I had dozed off. The phone woke me up and I stared at the clock, 2am. It was the hospital, the girls had been in a wreck and I rushed down there. 

It seems that Heather's friend was drunk and hit a parked car. The airbags had saved Heather and her friend, but Betty being in the back seat had gotten bounced around and they wanted to keep her overnight. Heather had been shook up, but she was ok and they said she could go home. They rolled Heather out to my car in a wheelchair and the orderly told me they had given her a sedative to calm her down. He helped me put her in the car and we left. All the way home Heather moaned, but she never woke up. I pulled into the driveway and went around to her side of the car. 

"Heather!!!" I yelled, no response, so I picked her up and put her over my shoulder and carried her inside. I carried her up to Betty's room and sat her on the bed. I looked at her and tried to wake her up, "Heather, can you hear me?" and I stroked her arm, no response. I pulled her blouse off and got my first close up of those fine little tight titties.

"Heather!!" I yelled again, still nothing and I reached out and stroked her nipple and it got hard in my hand. I pinched it hard and she just moaned. I laid her back on the bed and picked her up and rolled her over and unzipped her mini skirt and pulled it off. Then I flipped her back over, "Heather!!" still nothing and I peeled her panties down over her hips and down her legs and off her ankles. Here was my dream girl, lying nude before me unable to resist me and my cock grew. I ran my hand through her pubic curls and a moan escaped her lips and my cock got even harder. 

I went out and called the hospital to check on Betty, "She's fine, don't worry," they told me and I thanked them and hung up. 

I returned to my 18 year old dream girl and touched and caressed her beautiful, nude body. I pushed her legs wide and I noticed a glint of fluid oozing out. It was a man's cum, my baby had gotten fucked at the party! All the better, I thought, I won't need a condom. I carried her in the bathroom and sat her on the commode and stretched Betty's douche bag over and clamped it shut and filled it with warm water and inserted it up into her pussy. 

She moaned again as I pushed the tube up in her and released the clamp and the warm water flowed into her vagina and emptied into the commode. The warm water caused her to urinate too and I washed her out again. I dried her twat and carried her into my bedroom and laid her out on my bed. I shucked my clothes and climbed on the bed with her and softly played with her cute tits and rubbed her golden pubes. I bent down and took one of her nipples into my mouth and sucked it gently as I inserted a finger in her hot, wet pussy. 

I laid with her for awhile and then got up and went to the closet and got out my video camera and tripod and set it up. I closed all the shades and turned on all the lights in the bedroom and turned the camera on and did some close ups. I came in on her tits and filmed myself pinching her nipples and massaging those sweet mounds of flesh. I zoomed in on her pussy and spread her blonde curls and her pussy lips and filmed myself finger fucking her.

I took a close up as I rubbed her clit and she moaned real loud and scared the shit out of me! I cut the camera off and set up the tripod so that I would get all of the action when I fucked her. I turned it back on and climbed on the bed and took her ankles in my hands and spread her legs wide and dropped my mouth to that warm, sweet pussy. I licked around the outside and then parted her lips and nibbled on her clit and she moaned again and then I slid my tongue inside and began eating her. Her pussy tasted so fucking sweet and I lost myself in eating her. I slipped a finger in with my tongue and I ate and fingered her and her juices flowed over my tongue and I swallowed them all. 

I got up and noticed the clock, I had been eating her for half an hour! I readjusted the camera and climbed on the bed between her legs and I sucked her tender tits and slowly moved my cock towards her pussy. My eating had really juiced her up and my cock slipped effortlessly inside her and I pushed until I had it all in and stopped and sucked on her tits just relishing the feeling of her pussy engulfing my cock like a satin glove. Her nipples stood straight up and I sucked one then the other and then I began to move my cock in and out. 

My thrusts got faster and before long, I couldn't hold it any more and I pumped my cum inside my little teenage beauty queen. I collapsed on her and felt her breathing had quickened. I stroked her chest and she calmed down and my cock slowly deflated and removed itself. I kissed her on the lips and slid my tongue in her mouth. 

Even though she didn't kiss back, my cock got hard again just at the thought. I got up and shut off the camera and then I climbed back on the bed and rolled her over onto her stomach and pulled her legs up so that her ass was up in the air. I had to put my legs on either side of hers to keep her in that position and I guided my cock into her sweet pussy from behind. After my cock slid in, I had to grab her hands with mine and pull back to keep her up and her ass high, this drove her head into the bed and I could see her little tits flop each time I thrust into her. This sight caused me to pump another load into my beauty queen and I got off her and laid her out. 

I put the camera away and hid the tape in my closet, it would provide lots of jacking off material! I carried Heather back into the bathroom and washed her off and then took her back to Betty's room and redressed her, covered her up, kissed her on the lips and went to bed. I woke the next morning to the shower running and got up to check on her. 

"You ok honey?" I asked through the door. 

"Yes, Mr. G." she replied. I saw her clothes lying on the floor in Betty's room and noticed a big wet spot in the crotch of her panties. I went down and called the hospital to check on Betty. 

"She's doing great!" the nurse said, "She can go home about noon." 

I thanked her and hung up. 

Heather came in a moment later with her head hanging down, "I'm sorry Mr. G. It's all my fault, not Betty's," and she sat down. 

"I will have to tell your parents you know," I said. 

"Do you have to tell them I was drinking?" she pleaded. 

"It's pretty serious stuff Heather, you and Betty both could have been killed." 

She hung her head, "Isn't there anything I can do to get you to keep the drinking out of it?' she asked. Then she came over and sat on my lap and put her arm around my shoulder and kissed me on the cheek. "You've been alone a long time Mr. G. I've seen you watching me, what about if I have sex with you? Would that buy your silence?" 

I couldn't believe my ears, I glanced at the clock, 10am. "Wouldn't you like some of this Mr. G.?" she asked as she pulled my hand to her crotch and rubbed my fingers up and down her slit. My beauty queen was propositioning me!! 

"In two hours Heather, we have to pick up Betty. If you fuck me for those two hours, you've got a deal," and with that she gave me a big kiss. 

We went upstairs to my room and she took her shorts and T-shirt off and rolled her panties down and stepped out of them and hopped on my bed. "I always thought you were sexy Mr. G. but I was afraid to offer myself to you being Betty's dad and all." 

My little beauty queen, was now mine. 

She jumped off the bed and pulled my T-shirt over my head and pulled my sweat pants down and them my shorts. "I've caught you jacking off Mr. G. and always hoped you were thinking about me as you did," she smiled as she knelt and stroked my cock, moving it to her mouth. She pursed her lips and stared up at me as she pushed my cockhead between her lips. She sucked on the head at first and stroked my shaft and balls. Then she grabbed my ass cheeks and jammed my cock in her talented mouth. 

She moaned as she fucked me with her face and squeezed my ass cheeks and I soon exploded in her mouth. She never lost a drop as she smiled up at me and pulled my cock out of her mouth. Then she led me to the bed and lay me down and mounted me and I groped her sweet young tits as she rode me. She was no stranger to fucking and she nearly fucked me to death that day!! We picked up Betty at the hospital and when we got home, I told Heather that she needed to brief Betty on our story and she winked and said, "No problem Mr. G." 

Whenever Heather spent the night from then on, she would come down and make love to me when Betty fell asleep and we even went skinny dipping when Betty was out of town! I am no fool, I know that a fifty year old and an eighteen year old can never have anything but sex, but it sure brightened my day!!



Heather



I fell for Heather at The Perk Place on one of their Open Mic Nite. I was just sitting in the back watching all the people go up on stage and read their poetry and sing there songs. Heather was a waitress there but she always got off on open mic night because she would perform. I had seen her perform many times but this time it was different. 

Heather was a little 5 foot nothing girl. She had curves and this beautiful head of curly brown hair. She had broad shoulders and muscular arms. Flat as a board, nothing really there on her chest but she made up for it in many ways. Her hips where full and so were her ass. Her legs I could assume were masculine but I never had really seen them before this night. As my assumuitions were proven to be correct, tonight she was wearing this black velvet skirt that hung to right below her knees. She sat on the barstool in front of the microphone with her guitar in hand and began to sing. 

Before long, the entire coffee shop was singing along to it. I knew the song but didn’t know from where or even why I knew it. It didn’t really seem to matter for I was more in entranced by Heather. Watching her play. Watching her lips move as the words escaped her mouth. I had never seen her before like this. It was almost as if I was the only one in the room with her. She was singing only to me. I looked around me and noticed that no one was paying any attention to me. No one could see or hear my thoughts.

Her song ended and everyone applauded. She began another song. One that she had written and I caught her glance. She was looking directly into my eyes. Her stare was mystifying. I was lost in her eyes. I didn’t notice that the song had ended and Heather didn’t seem to notice it either. The entire coffee shop was quite as she stayed on the stage just staring into my eyes. Finally it looked as if something had awakened her for her dream and she said her thank you’s and left the stage. I watched her leave trying hard not to jump up and run after her.

I had talked to her numerous times. Never about much really. I was very attracted to her but I thought everyone here was and didn’t really think that I had a shot with her. Something inside of me was telling me that I was wrong. Why would she have stared at me like that if there was anyone else in her life?

I decide to get up and get another cup of coffee. I thought that maybe she would be at the counter getting one for her and there I could ask her to join me and tell her how beautiful she looked. To my surprise, or maybe fear, she was standing there talking to one of her coworkers. They paused so I could get my order in and as the girl went to get me a new cup of coffee I looked at Heather. She looked even more stunning than she did on the stage. Her brown eyes seemed warm and inviting and I felt that this was my only shot.

“Heather?” I asked hoping that I didn’t sound like a 5 year old. “Would you like to join me over some coffee to talk? I really enjoyed your set and I just…”

“I would love to Shelly.”

Oh my, it was really happening. I showed her the way to my table and we sat in silence for a couple of minutes. Then we began telling the story of how we both came to the city. Heather had lived here in Chicago all her life. She was planning on going out east to New York to try to become a song writer like Ani Difranco or Amiee Mann but she had found it just easier to deal with the people here and this was her home and she wasn’t sure if she would ever leave. Then I shared my story of a small town girl who moved to the big city to find herself and I found myself gay. She laughed. Well, we both did but I found it more amusing hearing her gentle laugh. 

The conversation soon turned to the lack of love or love partners in our life and I got this feeling that I should ask her to go to my loft for the night. 

“Um…would you like to come to my place to have a couple of drinks and maybe watch a movie or something?”

“Sure Shelly…I. well…I don’t have any spare clothes or anything.”

“That’s fine; you could borrow some of mine if you want.” Could I sound more dispret? I really liked her and didn’t really care if anything happened I just didn’t want this night to end where we both just went home and that was it. I had enough friends and I was more and more attracted to Heather with every passing minute.

“Sure.”

After a 30 minute drive into downtown Chicago and finding out more and more stuff about Heather, we arrived at my apartment complex. It wasn’t much really just an old warehouse with about 20 loft apartments in it. We entered my loft and Heathers mouth dropped to the floor. 

“I didn’t know you were an artist!”

“Yup. I don’t like to brag about it or anything because I don’t really think I am that good.”

I watched Heather make her way around my loft looking at all the canvases and paintings of women that I was still working on. She would stop at each one and ask me a couple of questions and move on to another. I approached her from behind and put my hands on her shoulders.

“Would you like a drink?”

“No thanks.”

I didn’t know what to do now. I have this woman, who, yes I really like and really want to, um, you know. I also have no clue how to let her know that I want to. Or even if she wants to.

I slowly moved my hands from her shoulders down her arms. My hands found their way to her hips and I pulled her back to me. Or was it she moved back to me and I just thought that I moved her. Heather tilted her head to the side exposing her neck and I began to kiss it. Soft and slowly. Making my way down. Her breathing got heavier as I grab her hand and pulled her to my bed.

I sat her down on my bed and took off my shirt. My nipples were poking through my lace bra and I knew that Heather was enjoying the site of them. I unzipped my pants and let them fall to the floor before I stepped out of them. Now I was standing before her in just my bra and panties which of course matched. I strattled Heather on the bed and pulled her shirt over her head. To my surprise she wasn’t wearing a bra. I kissed her neck, making a trail of kisses down to right nipple. My tongue danced around it before I kissed the top of it. Hearing her moan I began to play with it more and more. 

I laid Heather back on the bed. With my left hand I reached up her skirt to find that she also wasn’t wearing any panties. If she was they would surely be soaked to the bone. My fingers danced around her wetness as I kissed her nipples. I felt her hands reach up to undo my bra and as I felt it fall onto my shoulders, I began to bite her nipples softly. 

Heather pushed me off of her and took my bra completely off. She then began to kiss my neck and roam my body with her fingers as if I was a foreign map. I ran my fingers through her hair as she ran her fingers down my thigh. She moved lower down my body so I could not touch her and took off my soaked panties. 

Starting at my feet, Heather ran her nails up my leg to the inside of my thigh. When they reached my wetness, they danced a dance that I was not aware of. I began to move my hips slightly. Her nails then traveled out of my wetness and up my stomach. I could feel just how wet her fingers were as they left a trail on my stomach and I could still feel it as she traced my nipples. 

She moved up to my lips. Leaned down and we engaged in one of the softest kisses I have ever had. Tongues were gently darting around each others mouths. Hands were moving all over our bodies. Holding each other, I thrusted my knee between her legs. I could feel her wetness on my knee. She began to ride me. I could feel her moan. My hands traced her sides, slowly dragging my nails up making her shudder. I kissed her neck as she bit my shoulder. I knew she was close.

“Oh my god I’m cumming!”

I started to move faster and harder. Pushing Heather down on my knee, not wanting it to end. I could feel her cumming on my knee. I felt her wetness drip down the side of my leg onto the bed. Her breathing was rapid and her movements were slowing down. She then collapsed on the bed next to me. Her hand still on my stomach. Her fingers making circles on my stomach, making sure that I was still aroused.

Heathers’ fingers traveled down my thighs into my, almost flooding, hole. She place one finger in me and played with my clit with the other. While doing this she sucked on my right nipple. Her movements were smooth and soothing. I started to move my hips to the rhythm of her fingering me and as I did so she placed another finger in me. Moving it faster and harder. Sucking on my nipple harder. Everything seemed to get “supped up”. 

I arched my back as she moved down to my pussy. Keeping her fingers inside of me, she started to lick my clit. Playing with it using the tip of her tongue. Moving her tongue slowly from side to side. Her fingers were moving in and out, gentling brushing my g-spot every time they entered my body. 

Her movements quickened. She began to suck on my clit and finger me. Licking me on the down stroke and biting my on the up stroke. I didn’t know if I could take much more of this. She pulled her fingers out and began to lick me all over. I could feel her tongue in my hole. Pushing her tongue deeper inside of me. Then moving up to lick my clit, gently biting it. Moving on to lick my lips, and then back to my hole. 

I had my hands on her head, in her hair. I was pushing her closer and closer to me. My legs on her shoulders so she could lick every inch of me. I arched my back and began to moan. Her movements slowed down and when I was flat on the bed again, she would quicken them. Her tongue moving faster and faster, darting around my entire pussy. My hands left her hair and grabbed the sheets. Arching my back again, Heather didn’t slow down. Her tongue was on my clit, another finger was in my hole. They moved as if they were one. I couldn’t take it. 

“Don’t stop Heather. Please don’t stop.”

With that said Heather snuck another finger in me and began to move faster and faster. She licked me harder, grabbing my clit in-between her teeth as she massaged my g-spot. Hitting that spot harder and harder, my entire being spasm and I came. Thinking that maybe she would slow down, I moaned and she moved faster. Her fingers never leaving my g-spot. Her tongue never left my pussy. She began to taste my cum, licking it all up. She pulled her fingers out of me and I came again. This time, her tongue was in my hole, catching all of my juices that were escaping my body.

She then stopped. Moved next to me on the bed and lit a cigarette. She handed it to me and lit another for herself. I was surprised that I could even smoke after the work out that we just had but it was the sweetest cig I have had. After a drag or two, Heather leaned over to me and kissed me. I could taste myself on her. Her tongue pushing what was left of my juices in her onto my tongue.

She stopped and smiled at me. After finishing her cigarette she got on her clothes and left. I guess she took a cab back home, I’m not sure about that still. I passed out before I heard the down shut. I still go to the coffee shop and we still share a glance that only us know what it means.



Heather



"Please don't make me do it in public" Heather begged. She broke up and started to sob.

How she had got herself into this awkward situation wasn't really her own fault. How would she get out of this, she had no idea.

Everything had started from the airport of Islamabad, Pakistan. She had arrived there this morning. Heather's husband Adam was working in a big corporation which has also a branch office in Pakistan. This office situates in Lahore south from Islamabad. The company had made such a tempting offer to Adam he couldn't refuse despite of the resistance of his wife. To be one year in Pakistan would give a good opportunity to earn big money and after that climb on the corporate ladder. Adam had wanted Heather to come along immediately. Heather didn't like of the idea living in Islamic country at all. She knew the position of a woman in that society. Heather was a teacher and she really enjoyed her work. However, she was deeply in love with her husband and had promised to follow Adam when the school semester ended. She hated the idea of being separated from her husband a whole year. After all they had been together since the high school and actually Adam was the only man Heather had ever had. She had decided to take the next year off the school where she was teaching. 'Maybe this could be a good time, at age of 26, to get a baby too', she had thought.

It was very difficult to organize direct flights to Lahore and therefore she had taken the plane to the capitol of Pakistan. She had hoped Adam would pick her from the airport, but unfortunately Adam had such a busy days that he couldn't leave his office. She could have taken a bus or train to Lahore, but Adam didn't want that. He had persuaded her to take a taxi from the airport. Adam had said that it will take only couple of hours and neglected any comments about how much it will cost. "I want to get you safely to our new home" he had stated promptly. How wrong he had been.... 

Heather had exited the airport building and tried to find a taxi which would take such a long ride. Most of the cars didn't look too inviting, but finally she had found a nice one which looked comfortable and obviously had an air conditioning. The weather felt really hot, especially for a girl who had lived her whole life in northern state of USA. Fortunately her clothing was suitable for the conditions. She had only white short sleeved shirt, a light brown skirt which reached just above her knees and slippers on her feet. She was an astonishing sight as usual. Her blonde straight hair was cut to her shoulder level. She had very petite figure. Her full breasts made a contrast with her narrow waist. Adam had always teased her that she looked like Heather Graham. Heather had to admit she reminded her quite a lot and the funny coincidence was their common first name. 

The driver had acted very politely and had nothing against the long drive. He had lifted Heather's luggage to the trunk, opened the back door to her and started their long trip. They had had some conversation during the trip, but the man's English was not too good. Soon Heather had only answered to his questions and tried to start not anything herself. She had concentrated looking out of the window. The further they had got the more deserted the surroundings seemed to be. Heather had got a little worried about whether they were really heading to correct destination and after a one and half hour asked that from the driver. "Lahore, yes. We will be in there in 20 minutes" he had replied. That had comforted her even though she had wondered the lack of suburban area. 'Shouldn't a big city like Lahore have that?'

Fifteen minutes later they arrived to the edge of a small village which seemed to be in the middle of nowhere. The driver stopped the taxi. 

"What is this place? It is not Lahore" Heather said anger in her voice

"I know lady, but this is a place I will leave you" he replied

"Fuck you idiot. Take me to Lahore right away!" she almost screamed

The driver turned towards Heather. To Heather's shock he had a gun in his hand. "Lady, I say you will leave my car right here. Before that give me your handbag." he said harshly

"No. My money, phone and passport are there"

"Exactly. That's the why I want them" he said and targeted the gun barrel to Heather's head. Reluctantly Heather handed her bag over him.

"Good. And now your jewels. Necklace, earrings and rings"

"Please no. Let me keep my wedding ring" Heather begged but understood from the look on his face it was vain.

"Thank you very much. Now get out!"

Heather opened the door and climbed off the seat. She closed the door and saw the car to vanish to the deserted road. She had been robbed and left to she didn't know where. 'Was she even close to Lahore?' Anyway, she knew she needed help. She had to get a connection to Adam and go to police to report about the robbery. Heather started to walk to the village. She reached the main street which was quite empty. Actually it seemed to be the only street in the village. Small houses, far from luxury, were built close to each others on both side of street. In the middle of the street was some kind of market place. On the contrary to the rest of the street it was quite crowded. She decided to head towards it. 

An older man stood by the market place. Heather approached him. "Excuse me, sir. Where I can find a police station" she started

The man did not reply. Heather tried again. Finally the man opened his mouth "No police. Next village 25 miles" he pointed to the desert. Obviously he didn't want to talk more, but left Heather.

'I suppose he was uncomfortable with his English', Heather thought and tried another man, much younger this time. "Hi, I have been robbed and I need to use a phone. Can you help me?"

The man smiled widely. "Can you see any telephone lines here?" he replied with quite fluent language.

"How about the mobile phones?" Heather asked worried

"No field here, sorry"

"What I can do then?" Heather almost pleaded and continued "Isn't there anyway to get contact to the outer world?"

"Yes. Our village chief has a satellite phone"

"Where I can find him?" Heather asked relieved

"It is the bigger house there" he pointed it with his finger. Heather almost ran to the house. This house looked quite different to the other ones. It was much bigger and it had a sort of a veranda on the front of it. Couple of men sat on the veranda under a sunroof covering it. Heather approached the men.

"Excuse me. Is any of you the chief of the village?"

"I am" replied a man whose outfit revealed his higher status. It was not only his clothing, which was much superior to the other people had, but also his habitué. The villagers seemed to be poor and skinny. This man had quite a belly, well cut hair and golden rings in his fingers.

"Sir. I have been robbed and I need to inform police and my husband. I need to use your phone, please" Heather explained quickly

"And what I will get from that?" he asked 

"Sir, I just told you I have been robbed. I can't pay you now, but my husband will give you money afterwards"

"I'm sorry. We really don't trust any promises given by Americans" he smiled

"But I don't have any money" Heather said desperately

"I tell you what" the chief said "You look very pretty. If you show me your tits, I'll let you use my phone"

The proposal hit Heather by surprise. She stammered "You have to be kidding"

The chief waived the phone in his hand "Want to make the call?"

"Fuck you" Heather shouted and walked away. 'There had to be another way. I would never let that bastard to see a glimpse of my breasts. If he has the only phone in the village, I have to find a way to get to the next village'. She returned to the market place. She tried to ask for help several times, but mostly the people just ignored her. Finally two men responded to her pleas. 

"Please follow us. We will help you" They escorted Heather to a narrow alley between two houses. As soon they entered the alley, the man behind Heather put his palm on Heather ass. She quickly turned around and slapped his face.

"Keep your hands of me" she shouted. 

"Come on now" the other man said "We now you western women are sluts. We just want to have a little fun with you. We will take good care of you". Then he tried to put his hand on Heather's breast, but she instantly wiped it off. The other man's hand went between her knees and rose to her thighs. Heather squirmed away and shouted "Leave me alone"

The men laughed. "Ok. We will not take you by force. But don't expect to get much help from any other either" and then they let Heather go. She ran out of the alley. She stopped to the market place and tried to gather her thoughts for a moment. 'Was it true what they said? No one would help me, at least not without dirty counter favors'. The more she thought, the more concerned she got. 'I'm blocked here. I have no food, drink or shelter. I will die in this heat. Rather death than to accept the humiliating offer of the village chief', she thought, but knew already it wasn't true. She weighted her options and finally decided to swallow her pride and return to the chief's house.

There she stood now, in the veranda of the village chief, after the desperate moments in the village. She was revolted of the wide grin on the chief's face. "I will do it" she said determinately.

"Do what?" the chief replied

"I will show you my breast" she replied. Her face blushed.

"Go ahead. Looking forward" 

"Let's go inside of your house then" 

"No. Do it right there"

This was worse than she had expected. The humiliation took her over. She broke and started to sob."Please don't make me do it in public" Heather begged.

"I'm not making you to do anything. You said, you want to show me your tits. You may leave, but I will stay here"

Heather knew, she had no options. After a short hesitation she started to unbutton her shirt. She opened four top buttons and opened it. The hem of the shirt was still inside of her skirt and the lowest buttons still buttoned. Her white bra came to the sight of the men on the veranda. She put her fingers under the cup of her bra and lifted it off her breast. She quickly returned the cup on its place.

"Now you have seen my breast" she stated

"I haven't seen anything. If you want to show your tits you should first undress that shirt" chief replied

This didn't surprise Heather. She knew she had just given a glimpse, but already that had required lot of courage from her. She had expected it wouldn't be enough, but she had to try. She waited a moment, sighed and then pulled the shirt hem out of her skirt. She unbuttoned it totally and took it off. She stood there the shirt in her hand.

"That's better" the chief commented "Toss me the shirt and take off your bra". Heather threw the shirt to him and twisted her hands behind her back. She unclasped the bra, but let it on.

"Come on. Throw me the bra too". Heather took quickly the bra off and threw it to the chief. The shyness took over and she wrapped her arms on her breasts.

"I don't see your tits. You said you want to show them to me" the chief said

"I can't do it here. Everybody is watching" Heather pleaded. She couldn't help have noticed the crowd which had gathered close to the chief's veranda. Fortunately she wasn't facing them, but most probably they would see something as well.

"Just do it. Put your hands behind your neck" he said. Finally Heather obeyed. Her amble bosom was totally exposed to the men. It heaved along her deep breathes. She had small areolas and her large nipples protruded out of them. 

"Please. Are you satisfied now?"

Chief rose up from his chair and walked to Heather. He said "This is a very poor village and the men don't have many amusements here. Make their day and turn around. Let them see a nice pair of western whore tits"

"I'm not a whore" she objected. However she knew she had to take this to the bitter end. Slowly she turned around. Probably more than 20 men were standing there looking for excitement of seeing her breasts. Some of them cheered loudly. To her shock she felt the chief's hands cupping her breasts.

"Don't touch me. The deal was to only show my tits. I didn't say you can molest them" Heather said angrily and pushed his hands away.

Chief whispered to her ear "Darling. I'm not forcing you to do anything. You can walk away, if you want to. Just remember you don't have a shirt or a bra anymore. I'm sure many of these men are more than happy to take care of you. Otherwise, I'll suggest you put your hands back where they were"

'This bastard had all the cards', Heather knew. She couldn't leave here half naked. The hunger in the men's eyes told she would be raped in minutes. Reluctantly she returned her hands. Chief cupped her breasts again. Heather almost vomited. The only man who had touched her so far was her husband Adam. Tears flowed from her eyes.

The chief used time to play with her breasts. He presented them to the audience. He put his palms under them, lifted and let them drop. Heather's face couldn't get any more red. Next he started to work with her nipples. He rolled them between his fingers and despite Heather's disgust managed to get them erected. When they were poking hard he let them go and whispered to Heather's ear "Shake them. Show what a slut you are"

"Please no. Haven't you humiliated me enough? I think I deserve that phone call now"

"What phone call? I haven't promised you anything" he replied 

"But you said earlier I can use your phone, if I'll show you my breasts. And now I have done much beyond that"

"Yes, but that was earlier. You should have taken the deal then. As far as I concern, ten minutes ago you came to me and said you want show your tits. I didn't make any promises"

"You bastard. You tricked me into this" she replied angrily

"Watch your language, slut or I will throw you to the street" he warned

Heather got scared of his threat "I'm sorry, Sir."

"Good. How about that tit shaking?"

"I will do it" she replied and started to move her upper body. Her big breasts swayed from side to side. It was a really wonderful sight and made the crowd cheer again. She continued this humiliating action for a while and then stopped. But this wasn't getting any better for her. She felt chief's fingers working on the top button of her skirt behind her back.

"No" she said

"Want me to stop? If I'll stop now, you know what will happen."

Heather silenced. She couldn't do anything to stop him. Only thing she could hope this will end to the skirt...

The chief managed to open the button. Then he opened the zipper and let the skirt drop on the veranda. He made her to step out of it, collected it and threw it to a man in veranda. Heather cursed her destiny. The further this bastard went the more her position weakened. Now she had only her white panties and slippers on.

"You have a beautiful ass. Made for pleasing men" he commented

"Please don't say that" Heather begged

"But it is true. Spread your legs, slut"

Heather had to stop this. "Please stop this. I will suck you off, if you give my clothes back and let me do the phone call"

"I knew you were a whore. Tempting offer, but I have responsibilities to my habitants. Can I get the legs opened now?"

Heather's proposal had required a lot of courage from her. To suck him was a disgusting idea, but better than to let him use her pussy. And she couldn't take this public humiliation any more. Obviously she had to anyway. Like a puppet she spread her legs and waited for his next move. The chief took a grip of the waist band and tugged the panties up. The fabric of the panties pressed tightly against her vagina. A clear camel toe was to be seen.

"Ouch. It hurts. Please stop" Heather begged. 

He put his fingers on her panty covered pussy and teased it with tender movements. He gathered the fabric on the pussy and tugged the waist band again. This action made the panties to part her pussy lips. The puffy lips were now clearly visible. Heather thought she will die from the humiliation.

The chief made her turn around. Her pretty ass was pointing to the overwhelmed audience. "Your slut ass looks real nice, but do you have any suggestions how to make it look even better?"

Heather remained silent, waiting for the worst.

"OK. I'll help you then" the chief continued "Bend over. Stick your ass in the air". 'Oh my God, let someone to stop this', Heather thought. She bended over and put her hands on her knees. Again she heard cheers behind her. Soon, in addition to her dignity, she was about to lose her last piece of clothing. She felt the chief peeling her panties off her ass. The panties were on her hands at knee level. Her bare ass was sticking towards the crowd. The chief took the panties away and said "Now the final act. Keep that position, but spread your legs. Let's show your pussy" Heather complied again. Now she felt like a complete slut. The chief stretched her a little bit farther and used his fingers to part her pussy lips presenting her inner folds to the audience. He teased her clit with one finger. The villagers went wild. He asked teasingly "What do you think? How many cocks this pussy can milk in one evening? I'm sure I can find lot of volunteers to test it"

"Please, you will ruin me" Heather begged

"OK. That's enough. Stand up" he said and then shouted something to the men by his veranda. They started to return to their houses. "And now my little slut, we can start to bargain. Give me your best offer"

Heather used some time to recover from the previous humiliation and carefully proposed "I will let you fuck me, if I can use your phone"

"So, you want to whore your pussy for a one phone call?"

She just nodded.

"How about we will forget the call so far?"

"You mean I would let you use me for nothing?" Heather was shocked

"I let you stay in my house and I will feed you" he made a counteroffer

"I don't want to live in your house. I need to get out of this place"

"Suit yourself. I'm sure you will find several others houses here to stay."

"No, wait. I mean....I don't know"

"Ok. This will be my final offer. You will fuck me. If you prove you are a real slut and make me very happy, I'll promise to organize you transportation from here. And two more things: First, I will record everything on video what you will do from now on."

"No, you can't make videos of me naked"

"They are my insurance and nonnegotiable demand. If any day police shows up, I can prove you did everything voluntary" he lied.

"You must promise to keep the tapes private" Heather said

"No problem" He turned to his fellow, mumbled some words. The man went into the chief's house and came soon came back with a video camera on a tripod. He targeted it to Heather and started the recording. Heather gulped. The chief continued "The other thing is you must convince me to accept this deal"

"If you promise I'll get away from here, I will do it" Heather agreed

"That wasn't very convincing. You should tell me why I would want you" the chief demanded

'Why he had to degrade her', Heather thought. 'He had already won. I have to play along, this is my only change'. 

"My vagina is tight. I haven't given any births yet" she tried

"If you are saying your whore cunt is tight, say it"

"Oh. My whore cunt is tight. It will make you happy"

"What else you can do?"

"I can suck you" she said lamely

"Do you swallow?"

"Yes"

"I'm still not convinced. You are saying your cunt is tight. How can I trust you?"

"You can try with your finger..." she almost cried from humiliation

"You want me to finger fuck you here in my veranda?"

"Hmmm" tears felled from her cheeks.

"I think I'll sit down then. You can work my finger to your slutty hole"




Heather



Heather came by him. The chief didn't assist her in any way. Heather grabbed his hand from his wrist and moved it between her legs. With her other hand she lifted his middle finger against her pussy entrance and pushed it in. She saw how the other man has turned the camera towards her downstairs.

The chief commented to his friends on the veranda. "Look at her. These western women are real sluts. Her hole is hungry for my fingers"

"Please don't say things like that" Heather begged "Do you feel the tightness? Can I take it out now?"

"Don't you like my finger in your pussy?"

"No...I mean yes, but can't we go inside?"

"We are in no hurry. If you like it, why don't you add another one?"

The resistance was useless. Every time she tried to stop this, the chief took the humiliation even further. The chief lifted also his poke finger up. This time he didn't let Heather to lift his hand. Instead she had to lower her pussy on the fingers. 

"That looks good. Keep on fucking my fingers. Yes, faster, faster. Ok, stop. Can you milk a man? I'm sure a whore like you can?"

"I'm sorry Sir. I don't know what you mean" Heather replied desperately

"Every time a cock is inside of you, you will tighten your muscles to make your hole tighter. Then you pull off, relief the tension and ram your pussy back. Let's have a try"

Heather tried to tense her muscles. She felt her pussy to take firmer 'grip' of his fingers. She slowly lifted her body and then let her body drop back. She repeated this couple of times before the chief stopped her. 

"You did quite well, but drop down faster. Move that ass"

Heather tried her best, but obviously the chief was not satisfied.

"Please Sir, it hurts. I can't do it faster"

"If you don't like it, feel free to leave. I'm not forcing you to anything"

"No, no. I'll do it faster" Then she rammed her pussy against her fingers. She thought it will rip, but she had to tolerate the pain. Her tears flowed.

"I'm tired of that crying face. If you want this, you should smile" the chief commented. Heather tried to form some kind of smile to her face.

"Ok. That looks better. You can stop now. Lick my fingers clean like you will suck my cock"

Heather bended over and took her fingers in her mouth. She tried to suck as well as she could in order to avoid further humiliations this time. Slurping sounds came out of her mouth.

"You are doing good. I think we can close the deal. Let's get inside" he said. Somehow Heather felt relieved even though she knew her ordeal was just about to start. The chief escorted her to his bedroom and placed the camera tripod on the floor. He took his clothes off. Heather panicked when she saw his outfit. He had very hairy chest. His big stomach sacked. His cock was circumcised and much bigger than Adam's. 

"Do you find me sexy?" he asked teasingly

Heather burst into cry. "Please, we don't have to do this. My husband will pay you anything, if you let me go" was her last attempt.

"Are you telling that your husband is not paying if we'll fuck first?"

"No, but..."

"So, what I'll have to lose?"

"Nothing, I guess" she sobbed

"I think you are missing your change to make me happy now. You better try very hard or I may kick you out of my house" Then he lied down on his back to the bed. Heather knew she had to act. She wanted to avoid the obvious and instead of offering her pussy she sat by him and took his penis in her hand. She started to stroke it hoping he would come fast. 

"Yes, you can start by sucking me" 

Heather lowered her face, opened her mouth and through her disgust took the tip of his penis into her mouth. The close sight of his crotch and big belly revolted her and she almost vomited. However, she started slow sucking.

"Move your head, baby" the chief cheered. Heather tried her best to make him cum as soon as possible. Suddenly the man stopped him.

"I know you would like to swallow my seed, but I want to come on your face" He grabbed her hair and pulled her mouth off his penis. He kept her face firmly just above it and with his other hand stroked his cock. Several squirts of cum spread all over Heather's face. Heather had to accept it. He let her hair go. Heather rose and lifted her hand to wipe the sperm off.

"No. It looks pretty on you. Let it stay and give your best smile to the camera. Good. Now you can lick it off your lips. Yes, looks sexy. Smear the rest on your tits"

Now Heather felt like a whore. She wiped the cum off her face and rubbed it on her breasts. It made her nipples hard again. She knew this wasn't over yet.

"Make me hard again. Lick my cock and nuts too". Heather again bent over to his crotch. She took his softened penis in her small hand and lifted it up. The idea of licking his hairy testicles revolted her. She stuck out her tongue and tasted the bitterness of his sweat. She moved to her dick and licked the girth of it and finally the mushroom shaped tip. She felt him getting hard again.

"Now, mount your tight whore pussy on it and milk me dry". Heather had hoped she wouldn't have to do it by herself. 'If I just could lie down and let the man fuck me, I would feel less slutty. To fuck this man meant total surrender', she thought. Then a worse matter occurred to the mind, she wasn't on a pill.

"You need to use a condom. Otherwise I may get pregnant" she tried to find determinacy to her voice.

"I never use those pleasure killers. So, no." he moved her palm on Heather's belly. "The idea of growing a son in your pretty belly is actually very tempting. Or do you think your husband's seed is better than mine?" he asked

Heather sobbed "Please, I can't have your child"

"As you wish. You know the way out of my house" he stated promptly

"No, not that" she cried "I will let you fuck me bare"

"And you want my cum into your womb?" he teased

"Yeees" she could say

"That wasn't convincing. Beg me to give you my sperm and make you pregnant"

"Please. Cum into me and make me a mother" she pleaded

"Ok then. Show me how you can move that whore ass of yours. Ride my cock"

Heather climbed on him and took a grip of his erected cock. She pointed it to her vaginal opening and let her body slowly drop until the cock totally disappeared to her pussy. She felt the pain due to the bigger size. His cock stretched her vagina much wider than Adam's. She remained still for a moment and tried to get used to the new feeling.

The chief took her nipples between his fingers and lifted her breasts upwards. Then he let them drop. He smiled and said "This is the minimum amount I want to see your tits bounce when you fuck me"

Heather started to move on his cock, but her movements were careful due to pain. The chief spanked her ass cheek. That made her move faster.

"Come on. Do you call that fucking? Move your ass" Heather added tempo, but was soon rewarded with another spank. "Make your tits bounce, slut. And don't forget the milking you showed me on the veranda"

Heather smashed her pussy hardly against his crotch. Despite of the pain, every time she pulled away, she tried to tense her pussy muscles. Her breasts swayed up and down, from side to side. 

The chief was close to coming. He breathed heavily, but could say "Are you sure you want me to cum inside you?"

"Yes" Heather cried in despair

"Beg me"

"Please Sir, put your sperm into me"

The chief put her hands on Heather's waist and forced her down. His cock exploded into her pussy. Heather felt the warm liquid to fill her hole. 'Oh my god, please don't let me get pregnant', she thought.

She quickly pulled off him and rose up from the bed. "I need to use a bathroom " she asked

"Don't hurry. Lie down beside me"

"You got your pleasure already. I won't do it again" Heather argued

"I can't organize your transportation before tomorrow afternoon. I need a reason to keep you in my house till then. So, how it will be?"

She had thought this one fucking would be enough. It never occurred to her mind she needed to do it more than once. Again, the bastard had all the cards. If she would go out to the street, probably every man in the village fucked her. Reluctantly she lied down on her back beside the man.

"Spread your legs". Heather did. She felt his cum to leak out of her pussy. He swiped it with his fingers. "Let's not waste this" and then he pushed his sperm covered fingers into her. He repeated it couple of times. He started to play with her clit and made it erect. Heather didn't want to get turned on and tried to think something else. However, his wet finger felt so good and a gasp escaped from her lips.

"I see you are really enjoying this" he commented. His finger moved further up to her pubic hair. Heather shaved herself, but not totally. A small auburn triangle decorated her pussy area. He tugged her hair.

"Ouch, that hurts" Heather pleaded

"Whore pussy should be bald. Will you get rid of this?" he asked and tugged again

"Oh...If you want me to" she could say. She had faced so many humiliating acts already, so she really didn't care about her pussy hair.

"Ok. Wait here for a second" he said and left the room. The chief returned soon with another man. Probably it was his servant.

"He will shave your pussy, if you ask nicely"

Heather's face blushed once more. "Can you shave my pussy hair, please" she stammered

"Sure he can" the chief replied instead. "Grab your knees and spread your legs as wide you can"

'This wasn't really necessary', she knew. However she complied. She was now showing her sperm covered pussy to another stranger. The servant smeared some foam on her hair and started to remove it with his sharp knife. The chief came with and started to play with her pussy. He fingered her, teased her clit and time to time tapped her pussy lips with her fingers. Heather kept her position and tolerated the treatment. To her humiliation she felt her own juices start to moisten her pussy. 'I can't get excited of this', she thought, but couldn't help it.

"Is your cunt hungry for a cock again?" the chief asked. The servant had finished his job and Heather's beautiful pussy was now hairless. 

'Like it was a real question', she thought.' They will accept only one answer'. She replied "Yes, I need a cock to my pussy. Please fuck me"

"I'm too tired" the chief replied "but luckily my cock is not the only one here. You just need to ask. I assume a whore like you don't care who is screwing you"

"No. please don't let him fuck me" she begged

"You want the cock or not?"

"You are making me a whore to anyone" she sobbed

"You were already a whore when you came to me. What kind of woman is asking to get fucked by a stranger like I was to you?"

"A slut" Heather replied lamely.

"Exactly. Now, want to get screwed or not?"

"Please fuck me" she finally said to the servant. She let go off her knees.

"No, keep that" the chief demanded. Quickly the servant removed his pants and crawled between Heather's legs. He shoved her cock straight to the hilt. He started earnest fucking which was getting painful for Heather.

"Please not so hard, it hurts" she begged. The chief said something to his servant who even increased the power of his thrusts.

The chief said to Heather "I just asked him to find out how much you can tolerate. Hopefully he won't rip you" 

"Please, noooo" she howled "Stoooop!"

The chief landed her hand to his servant's shoulder and made him stop. The servant rose up. His penis was rock hard.

"I think it is not fair to leave him to that state. Any ideas of finishing him or shall I let him continue with your pussy?"

"No, not my pussy. I will suck him off" Heather offered her mouth

"No. Something else. How about a tit fuck?"

"I don't know. I have never done that" she replied. The most important thing to her was to stop the abuse of her pussy. This couldn't be any worse.

"It is easy. He puts his cock between your tits and you'll press them tightly together. Then he will fuck your titties"

It didn't sound so bad to Heather compared to everything she had experienced already. The servant stranded on her chest and pushed his penis between her mounds. Heather wrapped them around the penis. 

"Tighter" the chief commanded and she obeyed.

The servant leaned forward. His stomach almost covered her face. His fucking went vigorous again. Heather felt her breasts to get smashed due to his fucking. She soon found out this was much more painful she had thought. Suddenly the man stopped.

"Finish him with your tits" the chief ordered

Heather had to press her tits together and move them along his shaft. Again she felt cum landing on her face.

"You can use the bathroom now. You are looking like a cum slut. Clean yourself. There is a shower there and towels too. When you are ready, my servant will show you a place to sleep."

She lied down on a bed alone in a smaller room. She felt exhausted, but couldn't sleep. Her mind was racing.' Will he really let me go tomorrow? How I can ever have sex again? What he will tell to Adam. Have I got pregnant?' These questions whirled in her mind and kept her awake. Finally the tiredness took over and she slept like a baby.

She woke up when the village chief entered her room in the morning. He was carrying a laptop. "I want to show you something" he said. Heather sat beside him on the edge of the bed. He started a video. The first one was of her finger fucking in the veranda. To her horror, she found she had acted like a complete slut. There was no sign of forcing from his side. 

"I will send this to your husband. What do you think? Does he want you back after seeing this?"

"Please, no. You can't let him see that" she begged

The chief showed another one. She faced the utter humiliation in the scene where she was begging him to fill her pussy with his sperm and make her pregnant"

"I think he will like this one even better"

"Please, I will do anything." she sobbed

"Anything? Are you certain?"

She could just nod.

"Ok then. I will bring you the man who will drive you from here. Will you do anything he wants? I'm warning you, he is not very gentle"

"As long as you keep the videos private and he will take me away from here, I will obey" she promised. She knew she had to tolerate this final act in order to get her escape and save her marriage.

"Good decision. Stand up and wait here. I'll be soon back"

Heather waited there and didn't know what to expect. Her skin went to goose bumps. 

The chief returned with another man. He looked wealthy to Heather. His face was very serious. The seeing of this beautiful blonde naked didn't make any reaction. He stepped front of Heather and said something to the chief.

"He doesn't speak English. He asks you to spread your legs" the chief tells her. Heather opens her legs obediently. The stranger places two fingers on the entrance of her vagina and cruelly forces them in. That makes Heather to cry out. He removes the fingers and slaps Heather face. Heather sees stars. His fingers return to her pussy. This time he rushes them in even more violently. Heather bits her lip not to scream, but tears wet her eyes. The man repeats his action couple of times and then pulls his fingers off. He nods to the chief and says something"

"Put your hands on your head push your tits out" the chief instructs next. Heather offers her breasts to the stranger. He takes a tight grip of her breast and twists it cruelly.

"Nooooo" Heather cries and is rewarded by a slap again. She can't help to start sobbing again. Two more slaps returns her courage. The man goes back to her tits. He first abuses her nipples and finally starts to slap the sides of the breasts. Red finger marks appears to Heather's pale skin.

He stops and says again something to the chief. Chief translates to Heather "Get on your knees to the bed. And now lower your head on it. By the way, your ass is looking gorgeous like that. Now reach back and spread your ass cheeks, wider"

Heather starts to fear the worst. She feels the cool air in her anus. She sees the man getting undressed. He climbs behind her. His face is getting closer to her ass. Heather can feel his breaths. Suddenly something wet lands on her puckered hole. 'The bastard had spat on my anus'. Heather knows where this is leading. She can't let him do it.

"Please not that. I have never...." she starts but it is vain. His penis pushes against her anus. He tries to push it in, but the resistance is too big. The fear prevents Heather to relax her muscles. He slaps her ass cheek frustrated.

"Spread your cheeks wider" the chief tells "If you can't take him into your ass, your hopes of a drive will disappear"

Heather spreads her hole more open. The man inserts his penis again. This time Heather tries to push back, despite of the pain. Inch by inch his cock invades her ass. Heather cries against the bed sheets. First the man fucks her ass slowly, but increases the tempo when the resistance eases. Soon, the fucking gets violent. Heather is sure her hole has ripped. After couple of more pushes the man empties his balls to Heather's asshole. He pulls off, stands up, gets his clothes on and exits the rooms.

Heather remains sobbing on the bed. "That was terrible" she shouts "Why did you let him treat me like that?"

"You will get use to it" The chief replies

"Whaaat?! What do you mean?" she panics

"Let me explain you the facts. First, we are not even close to Lahore. It is South from Islamabad and our village is in the very West. We are quite close to Afghanistan border. The taxi driver who brought you here gets money from me. I can tell you are not the first Western woman who has been tricked here. Sometimes we have been lucky to get two at the time. Our village is extremely poor. Kidnapping Western ladies is our main source of livelihood. That keeps our village alive"

"So you get money from ransoms?" Heather asks. Everything he had told so far didn't surprise her.

"No. It is too complicated and dangerous. It easily involves police. We get the money much easier from the other side of the border. There are several wealthy men in Afghanistan who are ready to pay anything of Western, especially American women. They hate the Western world so much, it gives them great pleasure to abuse their women."

"You can't mean you have sold me to that bastard" Heather pleas

"I promised you the way out of here. I didn't say it will pleasurable to you"

Heather bursts into tears. Through her sobbing she manages to say "Will he ever let me go?"

"What I have heard, they will keep the ladies only couple of months. You know, your previous treatment was just a foreplay. Constant beating and abuse wear the women out fast. When they get bored with them, they'll give them to their servant's use or they will just make them work as slaves in their households. In your case, it is probably the first alternative. But this is enough of talking. Your transportation is waiting"

Heather tries to resist, but the chief is much stronger. He drags her out of his house towards a car waiting in front of it. The back door is open. The chief pushes Heather into the seat and slams the door closed. Her final ride starts.

Heather's new owner grabs her tit and using that as a handle twists Heather on the car floor. "Dog" he says. Heather knows her position now....



Heather



Heather is the most miserable cunt I've ever met in my live. She never smiles and is always biting her fingernails, her shoulders slumped and herself confidence and self-esteem are non-existent. 

I have no fucking idea why I hired the bitch as an accounts clerk but I fucking did. I forever have to tell her how to do things not once but time and time again. Each time I have to repeat myself the cunt gives me attitude, like it's my fault she's retarded. 

She fucked up something else and I just cracked and started abusing the crap out of her. She made some smart ass comment in the midst of it which just pushed me over the edge and I fired her.

Well that's actually what I should have done but instead I slapped her, hard right across the face. For a split second it felt great until I'd realized what I'd done and almost shit myself. 

This was bad I thought to myself as I looked down at her on floor holding her face and crying. I didn't know what to do I'd really fucked up, at best she could sue the pants off me at worst, fuck that could be real bad. 

I don't know how or why I said what I said next, it just came out by itself. "Now get back to work you miserable cunt before I put you over my knee." My god, shut up I thought to myself I couldn't believe what I'd just said, but what happened next almost floored me. 

"Yes Sir, I'm sorry Sir" she said as she got up straightening herself as she did and went back to her desk. I just stood there stunned for a second before walking off trying to put as much distance as possible between us as quickly as I could.

That night was the worst night of my life. I just replayed the incident over and over trying to work out what the fuck had happened. What on earth possessed me to hit her, I'd never hit a woman in my life. 

I thought about the possible repercussions, what if she reported it to the cops? What if they showed up and dragged me away, what the fuck would I say to my wife? Could I lose the business if she sued? Fuck I needed to think about something else or my head would explode, but I couldn't.

I also wondered about her reaction "yes Sir" seemed a strange thing to say, it meant what? Why didn't she run out like I would have expected her to? For a minute I hoped I could be twelve years old again so I could pretend I had a stomach ache tomorrow so I wouldn't have to go to work.

I almost had a heart attack when I saw her car in the car park in the morning, I took a couple of deep breaths to compose myself before going in. 

"Morning Heather how are you" I asked trying to be as normal as possible. 

"I'll be good today Sir I promise, I'll work hard you won't have to hit me again" she said without lifting her head from the computer.

Fuck me she didn't just say what I think she said, did she? I'm so fucking confused I just walked into my office without saying a word. 

Well I didn't expect any of that I thought to myself as I played it over in my head. It took me an hour or so before I worked it out, but I had to be sure. 

"Heather coffee now, white with two" I snapped at her and waited to see the response. "Yes Sir" as she scurried of to make the coffee and get it to me. 

She handed it to me without looking at me. It caught my eye straight away; her head was bowed, her eyes looking down at her feet as if they were something special. That's a good sign I thought to myself as she hurried back to her desk. 

Alright now to make sure. I took a sip of the coffee, "Heather come her" she hurried over, again her eyes looking straight down. "Yes Sir" she said quietly and just stood there. "How many sugars did I say? I asked in my best school teacher tone. "One Sir" came her reply. What the fuck, either this bitch is the dumbest human being on the planet and really got it wrong or she wants me to hit her again. 

I'd planned on her saying two while I'd say no it was one and spank her. I figure that if she had let me get that far I'd have been right that she's a submissive. But now I'm thinking she's deliberately got it wrong, she wanted to be hit again.

I screamed at her "are you retarded, well are you?" "How many fucking sugars did I say bitch?" She just stared at me blankly not answering. Again I screamed at her "how many sugars bitch, can you fucking do anything right you dumb cunt."

I grabbed her by the hair and dragged her across to my desk and told her to bend over its edge, she did it immediately. 

"You're the most miserable cunt I've ever meet in my life and if I can't teach you to do things properly I'll just have to beat your sad little ass till you learn." 

With that I ripped my belt from my jeans and hurriedly folded it over itself making it shorter and easier to swing. "Lift your skirt up" I demanded almost reaching across at the same time to swipe off her just exposed panties. Her ripped panties in my hand I walked in front of her and pushed them into her mouth, I didn't want her screaming the place down. 

I bent over to whisper in her ear "don't you fucking move bitch and you count each one out nice and loud." 

She screamed out "one" drowning out the echo of the belt cracking across her ass. Each blow added to the huge welt that formed across her ass. She'd started crying uncontrollably by the fifth hit, her entire body trembling by the eight. "Don't you fucking move bitch" I yelled as another blow landed across her ass. I stopped at twenty and stepped back to admire my work, her ass looked like someone had painted it red. 

I walked up and stood behind her for a second and just listened to her sobbing. The mental image of the moment still burns brightly in my memory to this very day. "Come here, turn around and look at me I said and as soon as she started to move I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her into me. "Every time you're a naughty little girl I'm going to beat that worthless ass of yours, do you understand me bitch?" "Well do you? I asked again. 

She didn't answer right away but eventually a "yes Sir" came out of her lips.

We worked until lunch without incident, well she worked while I mostly sat in my office dumb fucked at the possibilities ahead. Yesterday I had a worthless employee today I have a slave. 

I called her into my office and told her to get her lunch and come back in. As she walked in the room I motioned for her to come over to the same side of the table as me. "Put your lunch down and stand there bitch, don't say a fucking work" I instructed her while i reach around and grabbed her ass with both my hands whilst pulling her into me so she rested against my chair. 

I started running my hands over her body. Her tits were small but firm, maybe just a "C" cup at most, they felt great as I squeezed them. Without warning I ripped her blouse open to expose them.

My second rip at her blouse caused the straps of her bra to slip of her shoulders totally exposing her tits. I pulled at her skirt causing it to drop to the floor. 

My hands quickly made their way to her cunt, she spread her legs without being told, which I liked a lot. I probably wasn't surprised to find her already wet and with just a few glances of my hand across her clit she was ready to cum. "Don't you fucking cum you slut" I barked. I wanted her coming on my terms not hers. 

Again I yelled "don't you fucking cum slut" as I quickened the speed I was rubbing her clit at. I got faster and faster, her breathing getting shallower and shallower she wouldn't be able to hold on much longer I thought to myself as I said "come for me slut, come for me." 

She came in a screaming heap her entire body trembling her cum juices running down her leg. My cock had gotten rock hard, I toyed with the idea of fucking her then and there but I wanted her to wait. I wanted to make her beg to be fucked, plus I wanted to humiliate her some more.

I pushed down on her shoulder "get on your knees bitch", she dropped immediately. "You want my cock don't you slut, come on slut tell me you want that cock" I taunted her as my cock sprung out of my jeans. I grabbed it and started stroking it right in front of her face "do you want to suck that cock bitch" I asked as I stroked it a little quicker. 

"Yes Sir" she said as she looked up at me, looking me in the eye for the first time since I'd smacked her. 

"Tell me bitch, tell me what you want", 

"I want to suck that cock Sir, please let me suck it, please Sir please" she was almost pleading.

"Okay bitch show me what a good little cock sucker you are" I said. She moved her head forward ready to wrap her lips around my cock when I stuck my arm out placing my hand on her forehead stopping her head from pushing any further forward. 

I continued stroking my cock, mocking her as I did "come on bitch suck it, show me what a good cock sucker you are." I smirked to myself as I watched her head trying to bob forward, pushing against the force of my arm holding her back. 

I was jerking my cock as quickly as I could now just inches from her face, I told her to grab her sandwich which confused her. "Fucking grab it now you worthless cunt and hold it under your mouth" I screamed at her, this time she did. 

She just knelt there holding the sandwich in place, her eyes looking up at me they had the same miserable look in them they usually have. 

I tensed all-over as the first shot splashed across her nose, she flinched instantly but i was still holding her head so she couldn't move away.

The second landed in her eye, the others I have no fucking idea where they landed but judging by the mess over her face I think it's safe to say all over it. I held her in place with my hand that now only lightly rested against her head. 

Her eye's where shut tightly the cum had started running down her face, the sandwich held under her mouth acting as a scoop and collecting it, you could see the bread starting to get soggy. 

I smacked my spent cock into her face a couple of times, the slap into the cum running down her face made a funny sound, I remember I laughed. 

I dropped back into my chair kicking backwards as I did to give myself a better view of my handy work. "Be a good girl and eat your lunch" I said causing her eyes to spring open, she started at me with a mix of confusion and fear. "Eat your fucking lunch now – don't make me tell you again" I barked. 

Watching her eat that sandwich was one of the great pleasure I've had in my life. Her humiliation was palatable you could smell it. She made faces, she gagged and the one I liked the most, she cried. I made her eat ever last bite, the thought that my cum had mixed in with her tears on the sandwich made me nearly laugh out loud but I managed to stop myself.

My cock was rock hard again "get on your hands and knees, bitch" I yelled as I stood up and made my way over to her undoing my jeans as I went. She'd gotten down on all fours, I reached down and pushed her face into the carpet, her elbows slid outwards at the same time, her back had arched as her ass pointed up in the air. 

I kept my hand pushed into the back of her head as I swung myself over to hover above as I straddled her. I grabbed my cock and lead it down to her asshole. 

She screamed "please Sir no, not there, please Sir don't" when she realized I was about to fuck her ass. 

I pushed my weight down, she tried to squirm away but I held her in place as I yelled "don't you fucking move bitch." I pushed a little harder and new I was in by the scream she let out. 

She was begging and screaming no over and over while crying uncontrollably. One final push buried my cock deep in her ass, I grabbed her hips pulling them hard back towards me. I left my cock deep in her ass not moving for a few seconds to give her a chance to get used to it before I started rocking my hips into her, she let out a loud yelp with every thrust which turned into a scream as my rhythm got quicker and quicker. 

I started pulling it all the way out and then plunging it back in just because it drew the loudest scream out of her. I fucked her for about ten minutes before I pumped my load deep into her asshole.

I sent her back to her desk with the cum still running out her ass, still all disheveled form earlier. I sent her home at five that afternoon but not before my final blowjob for the day. God I can't wait till tomorrow.



Heather



I looked into the mirror and began cleaning the makeup from my face for the third time. What was it about makeup? It seemed that no matter how carefully I worked with it, I could not make it happen. To start with, I just didn't have the knack of working in the mirror like this. On top of that, when I was trying to put the damned eyeliner on, my hand was in the way of my face so I couldn't see what I was doing. It was frustrating. I took a deep breath and leaned back from the dresser mirror - trying to relax a bit before I started again.

 After composing myself, I began again, maneuvering the little brush around the line of my eye. I finished the right eye. It looked pretty good - not perfect, but my threshold for acceptability was lower than it had been an hour earlier. I finished the left eye and studied the effect carefully. I decided to settle for it.

 I was putting on the lipstick, trying desperately and unsuccessfully to keep it on my lips when my sister's voice carried up the stairs. "Jerry! Heather is here!" 

 Oh shit. I panicked

 I tried desperately to stall. "Uh - okay - I'll be down in a couple of minutes!" 

 The sound of someone coming up the stairs made my heart jump into my throat. I didn't want to be seen like this. I threw my bedroom door closed, wishing it had a lock. It opened again almost immediately as I had known it would. 

 Heather. 

 She took in the sight of me standing in my sister's bra and panties, the sloppy, half-finished makeup on my face. Her own face surprised and a little angry? Irritated? Something unpleasant.

 "Aren't you ready yet?" She glanced at the pile of makeup littering the table by my bed. "Honestly, women!" It was the perfect parody of the line repeated so often in movies and sitcoms, but it didn't strike me as funny. "What are you doing? Why aren't you ready yet?"

 "It's this blasted makeup," I huffed. "I don't know how the hell you girls can put this stuff on so easily and have it look so good."

 Her impatient look became tolerant sympathy. "Poor thing, no one has taught you to put it on properly, have they?" Her tone was patronizing, but her attitude was all business. "Well, I guess we'll be a little late to the party, but I will help you with this. First thing is to scrub all this mess off of you." She turned my face to the light, picked up a tissue and dabbed it in the cold cream, then began swabbing my face with it.

 "You and your ideas, I complained, as she wiped my face clean. I wanted to go as a cowboy, but that was too common. No - nothing would do but for us to go as man and woman - you the man and me the woman." I made a face. "I guess this proves I'll do anything for you, Heather."

 She smiled and kissed my forehead. "That's only part of what I love about you, Jerry."

 "Oh?"

 "Well, you do have nice pert breasts," she joked as she caressed one bra cup with the palm of her hand and giving me a calculated look that let me know that she knew that I was enjoying this attention.

 "Gee thanks." I dissembled. I wasn't about to admit how much it turned me on.

 "Now let's make you nice and pretty." Heather crouched in front of me and began applying the makeup. She cupped my chin in her hand and spoke softly to me as she worked, telling me what she was doing each step of the way. But her voice became a pleasant droning background to the new sensations that flooded me. I reveled in the sensations of the various brushes and pads against my skin, the firm way she moved my head this way and that, the sensuous aromas of the makeup. 

 "Why, I believe you are really enjoying this." The meaning of her words slowly sunk into my consciousness. I opened my eyes to see her gazing contemplatively at my arousal, evident through the flimsy fabric of my sister's panties. She kissed me lightly on the cheek as she lightly brushed the evidence, causing a new shimmer of pleasure to course through me. I closed my eyes again, waiting for her to continue with the makeup.

 "We're done," she chuckled. I opened my eyes, and saw the strangely excited light in her eyes. It seemed to match the strange feelings within my self. 

 She appeared to struggle briefly before she composed herself and led me to the mirror over my dresser. I was astounded. She had made me look stunning. I turned my face right, then left, studying the effect. It was a marvel. I was beautiful! 

 "Now I'm jealous," Heather chuckled, "My boyfriend is prettier than I am!" She didn't seem to be terribly upset, though. Her smile was as gentle and loving as I had ever seen it.

 She helped me with the clothes - a cheerleader's skirt and sweater, also borrowed from my sister. Another trip to the mirror revealed me - now a convincing teenage girl. I felt a mix of pride and... ...something else I wasn't sure I wanted to identify. Instead of exploring my feelings, I studied Heather.

 She looked convincing. The slacks and bulky sweater hid her slender beauty, and the way she had swept her short hair into a ducktail was, if dated, at least masculine. The little stick-on mustache completed the illusion. I was convinced that anyone who did not know us would actually believe that she was the guy and I the girl. We smiled at each other and went downstairs arm in arm.

 As we prepared to leave, Gina spoke from the hallway. "Hang on guys. Don't want to let you get away before we commit this event to posterity!" We turned to see her, camera in hand, caught in the flash. "That one's no good," she frowned. "Jerry, put your arm around Heather's waist, and Heather, put your arm over Jerry's shoulder." We complied and she took a photo. 

 That was the beginning of a brief photo session - eight or nine pictures, probably, before she relented and let us get on our way.

 In spite of Heather's fears, we were not particularly late to the party. Several people had arrived before us, and we found ourselves stopping to talk to several people on the way back to the kitchen where the drinks had been set up. I found myself falling into my role naturally, and Heather seemed to have no difficulty either. I was happy when a few people we didn't know asked why we weren't in costume. I lowered my eyes and smiled shyly while Heather grinned at them without answering, as she draped her arm across my shoulders in a possessive attitude that I found myself enjoying.

 As I reached for a beer glass, Heather touched my hand, caught my eyes with hers and gave me a very small shake of the head. Instead, she began assembling a cocktail for me - something elegant and feminine looking. I sipped it and found it a little sweet, but quite tasty. When I saw the trace of my lipstick on the edge of the glass, I felt a subtle twinge in my groin. I sipped again while I looked into Heather's eyes. She leaned forward and embraced me softly as she kissed the side of my neck. A sexual charge surged through me, and my knees grew a little weak. Recalling the phrase I had heard so often from her in similar situations, I whispered, "not here."

 Separating, we found our way back through the growing crowd to the living room to find friends we could hang with. 

 The crowd grew larger. Most of the people here were folks I had never met before. I was apprehensive at first - afraid that someone would mistake my costume for evidence of a less than macho attitude, but I found my concerns baseless for more than one reason. Most of the people did not know I was a guy, even some of my friends did not recognize me at first. And even those who did know did not seem concerned - this was, after all, a costume party. Everyone was expected to be in the guise of someone they were not. There was a moment with William, one of the football team who got belligerent when he figured out who I was. He made some kind of crack about faggots and his girlfriend snapped at him to stop being stupid. 

 But it did give me pause. Although I had started the evening in the guise of someone I was not, I found myself enjoying the costume - finding a certain comfort as if I were at home in this guise. William's crack made me begin to think about it, and what I realized about myself made me concerned. I enjoyed being a girl - I enjoyed Heather, as a boy, making little loving gestures as a boy to a girl. But there was a little hollowness in the pit of my stomach as I wondered what I had become. 

 Heather, my friend for years before we had started dating each other, was sensitive to my moods. She sensed right away that something was bothering me, and guessed what it might be. Summoning her role as the man, she steered me through the back door into the garden. There were little lights strung among the trees and bushes and a path that led a short way from the house to a bench by a small fish pond. We sat on the bench. Heather turned to me, took both of my hands in hers and looked into my eyes with sympathy.

 "Are you disturbed about what William said?" she asked softly.

 I was hesitant at first, not sure I understood my feelings thoroughly - not sure if I wanted to risk our relationship by revealing what I suspected my feelings might be. Slowly, I began to tell her, and she to draw me out until finally, I revealed to both of us what I already knew unconsciously - that I enjoyed the roles we were in, that I wanted to do this again. I watched her face for the disgust I feared, but instead her face softened. "I want it, too," her voice was husky with emotion.

 Her arms found their way around me, embracing me. I found tears in my eyes, could not see clearly, but my lips found her lips, clung to her lips in a soft and lingering kiss that promised so much. 

 I giggled nervously as I wiped the lipstick from her lips, the tears from my eyes. "Can we go home now?" I asked.

 "My house is closer, and no one is home," she responded, squeezing me, giving me a peck on the cheek. The implied promise made me giddy with anticipation.

 I don't really remember leaving the party. I do recall arriving at her home, entering the front door and embracing in the front hall. I remember clearly the kiss, her tongue exploring my mouth, her hands exploring my body. I recall going limp with desire before she relented. I know that I caught my breath as she led me up the stairs to her bedroom, then lost it as she closed the door and caught me in another embrace.

 Without being aware of moving, I found the edge of her bed touching the back of my knees, and I sank down, pulling her down on top of me. Her lips never left my mouth as her hands found the hem of my cheerleader's sweater. We broke the kiss as she lifted the garment over my head, and resumed it immediately.

 She unfastened my skirt, and slipped it down my body as I raised my bottom for her. I caught at her as she stood, but relented and watched as she slipped the sweater and slacks off, returning to me unclothed. Her hands explored my soft skin while her lips explored my mouth, my face, my neck, my shoulders.

 She slipped down my body and drew the panties away from my quivering cock, kissing it lightly on the tip before she engulfed it softly with her mouth. Before I lost control, I pulled at her shoulders, urging her up on top of me, and she complied, kissing my lips again before she reached down to fit my hardness into her wet sex. "Oh, sweetheart," she whispered, "I want to make love to you always like this."

 "I will always be your girl," I promised. "But fuck me now, boyfriend, fuck me and make me come like I never came before!"

 And she did. Slowly and sweetly at first, then wildly. At the end, she was gasping and sweating as I was gasping and sweating. I watched her boyish face as she fucked me, her eyes sometimes closed in concentration, sometimes open and drinking in my own pretty face. And when I felt my orgasm building, I told her, urging her to make me cum, urging her to cum with me, and she did, shuddering sweetly as my spunk pumped into her, or was it the other way around? In those moments, we were like one person. This was completeness - she and I together, loving, straining to be one. The warmth that had built in us so urgently blossomed and settled like a slow bubble around us and we drifted sleepily in each other's arms, still joined, unable to find enough energy to do much more than look into each other's eyes.

 ---

 That was last night. I awoke this morning, still in her arms, the dried evidence of our passion crusting skin and sheets. Her face is so beautiful in repose, but my arm is under her, and I have to go pee. I worry that my parents might be worried that I didn't come home last night. The makeup on my face is itchy and I want to get it off. But I know, as I watch her smile in her sleep, that I will want her to put it on me again - soon.



Heather



As I pulled off the interstate and neared my house I again began to get frustrated with the fact that I was coming home. I had spent the first part of my spring break with a bunch of friends at the beach and was talked into coming home for a night before going back to school by my mom. I hadn’t really wanted to go but I figured at least I would get a home cooked meal and maybe even a little money before I had to head back to school. 

When I arrived at home, I was greeted pretty warmly. It was my first time back since the previous summer. My mom rushed outside and gave me a big hug as soon as I stepped out of the car. She was closely followed by my sister. My dad, never one to get too emotional waited for me on the steps. 

“Henry, I’m so glad your finally home,” squealed my mom. 

Heather, my sister, was also excited to see me. “Nice to see you again bro.”

“Yeah, it’s nice to be back,” I lied. I would much rather have been back down at the beach with all of my friends. I knew that they were all getting drunk going out looking for girls and here I was stuck at home with my parents and sister. “Well, what’s the plan for tonight?” I asked. 

My mom was the first to speak up. “I was going to cook you dinner but you got here a little later than I expected. We have to leave in about 20 minutes to make it to Heather’s basketball game.”

Basketball? Since when did my sister have any interest in sports. “You don’t play basketball!”

“Duh Henry. I dance at the games.”

That’s when I noticed for the first time what Heather was wearing. She had on a pair of tight black pants that really clung to her thighs and ass. On top she had a small camo colored t-shirt on that came to just above her stomach and her hair was pulled back in a tight pony tail. For a brief second I actually found myself thinking she looked pretty hot. “Yea right,” I thought. “This is Heather your thinking about.” 

“Oh yea,” I quickly stammered. “I guess I forgot that you tried out for the dance team this year.”

“Thanks for caring about me Hank.” She used to always call me Hank when we were younger because she knew that I hated it. I’m sure she did it now to get me back for forgetting that she had joined the dance team. It had been a big deal to her. I now remembered Mom telling me about how excited she had been to make the team. Heather had always been into ballet but never anything like what the dance team did. They dance to rap or rock music and generally dress and dance pretty sexy. 

“Well, at least I get to see you dance tonight,” I responded as I smiled at her.

“Yes I guess you do,” she said as she smiled coyly back at me.

For the next 15 minutes we sat around and made small talk and caught up on everything that had been going on with each other. I am 21 and about to start my final year of college. I’ve had a lot of fun in my first three years. There has been plenty of beer, plenty parties and yes, plenty of girls. I am a fairly good looking guy standing at 6’ tall and 180lbs. I have short brown hair and dark brown eyes . About a year ago I started to work out at a local gym so slowly but surely I have started to turn my once average body into one with a little bit of muscle. 

As we continued to talk I found myself glancing more and more in the direction of my sister. She had recently had her 18th birthday and was in her last year of high school. She would soon be joining me at college. She really did look beautiful. She had grown to about 5’6’’ and couldn’t be more than 112lbs. Her long brown hair was pulled back tightly in a pony tail. As I started to look more closely at her I realized that she had grown in more ways than one. I definitely didn’t remember my sister having tits like that. They looked nice and round and were big enough to push the bottom of her shirt away from her body. Her stomach was tanned golden brown and was perfectly flat. 

Before I could look any farther down I felt what I knew was the beginning of a hard on. “Oh shit,” I thought. “I can’t get a hard on from looking at my sister.” I quickly turned away and focused on thinking of anything but sex. Almost immediately Dad announced it was time to go. I jumped up and led the way outside to the car just to insure that the bulge slowly forming in my pants would not be recognized.

An hour later I was sitting in the stands of my old high school gym impatiently waiting for the halftime show. Although I was upset with myself for getting excited over my sister, I was really anxious to see her dance. Finally halftime arrived, the dancers came out, and there she was front and center among the 10 or so other girls. As the music started, I couldn’t believe my eyes. “Is that really Heather out there?” I thought to myself. “I had no idea that she could move like that.” 

I had always thought of my sister as a shy sweet little girl. However, the young woman that was putting on a show for me and everyone else in the gym looked anything but shy and sweet. The more I watched, the more I was certain that she was looking directly at me. She looked absolutely amazing out there. Before I knew it the dance was over and she and the other girls were running off the floor. As I started to sit back and wait for the game to start back I realized that I had enjoyed her dance more than I originally thought. “Damnit Henry. You have to stop getting hard over your little sister,” I thought. As the game resumed my cock slowly began to return to its normal size. 

After the game was over we went and stood outside to wait for Heather. “So Hank, what did you think?” asked Heather as she ran up to us. 

“Not too bad sis. You were actually pretty good. I didn’t know you knew all of those moves.”

“Thanks. I guess you don’t know me as well as you thought you did, huh?” she said as she smiled sweetly at me. She then turned to Mom. “Do you mind if I spend the night at Allyson‘s tonight? She asked me a little bit ago” Allyson was her best friend and had been for years. They were inseparable. She was a really cute girl, and Heather had always told me that she had a crush on me, but I always thought I was too cool to be checking out my sisters friends.

“Sure, that will be fine but make sure your home pretty early because Henry is leaving tomorrow.”

“No problem. Thanks a lot Mom.” Before Heather ran off to find her friend she turned to give me a hug. “Goodnight Hank. I’ll see you in the morning.”

As she hugged me I could feel her breasts pressing tightly into my chest, and I could feel her soft breath on my neck. Her embrace seemed to linger a little longer than usual and caused my cock to twitch in my pants. “I’ll see you tomorrow Heather,” I stuttered as she turned to walk away. As I walked back to the car with my parents I found myself a little bit upset that Heather would not be at the house tonight. “What are you thinking?” I wondered. “She is your sister. Nothing more.”

When we got back to the house my parents soon announced that they were off to bed. I watched TV for a little bit but then decided to head upstairs and maybe try to get to bed early. After walking into my room I changed into my gym shorts and a t-shirt. As I sat down on my bed I couldn’t help but think about the events of the night. Every time I tried to think about something else my mind would always wander back to Heather. I eventually gave up trying to ignore her and began thinking about how beautiful she is. “I can’t believe that I’m thinking about my own sister like this.” 

Then, without even thinking I stood up and started to walk across the hall into my sisters room. I knew that she was at Allyson’s and the thought of checking out her room seemed innocent enough. I slowly stepped inside her room and turned on the lights. Her walls were painted a bright yellow and filled with posters. One of the first things that I saw was a large dresser with a big mirror on top of it. The outsides of the mirror was covered with pictures. I walked over to the dresser and began to look at the pictures. It seemed that Heather had some very hot friends. My mind stopped for a second as I thought I heard something downstairs. “Nah, Mom and Dad are asleep and Heather is at Allyson’s.” 

As I continued to look at the pictures my cock began to grow beneath my shorts. I found a couple of pictures of Heather and her friends at the beach. They all looked very hot in their bikinis. My cock was rock hard now and desperately trying to get free of my shorts. The more I looked at the pictures of Heather and her friends, the more I found myself looking at Heather. She really was hot. In a couple of the pictures she was wearing a low cut black bikini that made her look sexy as hell. 

Finally, I couldn’t resist any longer. I reached down and pulled my cock out of my shorts and slowly began to stroke it. I grabbed a couple of the better pictures and quickly moved over to her bed. Just before I sat down I noticed a red thong lying on the floor. Without even hesitating I bent over and picked it up. I then laid back down on her bed with my cock in one hand and the pictures and her thong in the other. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” She was so fucking hot though. I laid the pictures down in front of me on the bed and held her thong in my right hand as my left swiftly stroked my long firm cock. 

I then brought her panties up to my face. I put them right up to my nose and inhaled as deeply as I could. “Oh my god baby!! You smell so good.” I was talking out loud now as I was imagining her sitting right next to me. My hand was flying over my cock now as I continued to breathe in my sisters sex. 

“Oh Heather, I want you so bad. You smell so fucking good. I want your hot fucking pussy.” My mind was filled with visions of Heather as I jacked my cock as hard as I could. I could feel my orgasm starting to build. 

“Oh yes Heather. I want to fuck your tight little pussy so hard. Oh yes baby sis. Your pussy smells so fucking good. I’m gonna cum all over you. Oh yeah baby, all over your face and your tits. Oh shit Heather, here it comes.”

“OOOOH YES. FUCK YEAH BABY. I’M CUMMING ALL OVER YOU. OH SHIT YEAH HEATHER. OOOH FUCK YES”

I shot stream after stream of hot cum all over her pictures. They were almost completely covered. “Oh yes baby. That was incredible.” 

I sat there breathing heavily as looked down at the mess I made. Just as I started to wipe my empty cock off on my shirt I froze. The door to her room moved slightly and I swear I heard quick footsteps out in the hallway. “There’s no way that I just got caught.” I sat in silence for about a minute before I got up enough courage move. I threw her thong on the floor and went and got a towel out of the bathroom. I cleaned up the pictures and her bed as best as I could. “Who in the world could have seen me? I must just be imagining things. No one is here.” I was quickly convincing myself that it had all been in my head. 

When I was satisfied that everything was back in order I buried the towel in the bottom of the laundry basket and went to bed. Before I fell closed my eyes I continued to insure myself that I was just paranoid. By the time I fell asleep I was thoroughly convinced of it. 

I awoke early the next morning and could smell breakfast already prepared. As I walked downstairs I slightly smiled and shook my head as I recalled the previous nights events. When I got into the kitchen I noticed that Heather and Dad were already eating and Mom was just getting ready to sit down.

“I guess no one was going to wake me up for breakfast,” I joked as I walked to the table and sat down. 

“Oh honey, we thought you might want to sleep,” responded Mom acting like her feelings were hurt. “You sure got back early this morning Heather. I wasn’t expecting you for another hour or so.”

“Actually, I stayed here last night. Allyson got in a big fight with her mom and so I wasn’t allowed to stay over there.”

As soon as the words left here mouth my whole body froze. “There is no way,” I thought. “No fucking way.” As soon as the thought escaped my mind she turned to me and smiled.

“Did you sleep good last night Hank?” 

“Yea,” I stuttered. “It was nice to be in my own bed again.”

“In YOUR own bed huh. I bet that was nice”

My mind was racing a hundred miles an hour as I tried to figure out what to do. The only thing that I could think was that I had to get out of there as soon as possible. 

When I finished with breakfast I raced upstairs and quickly packed my bags. When I had everything ready to go went back downstairs and announced that I was leaving.

“So soon,” my mother complained. “You don’t have to leave yet.” Heather also gave me a disappointed look.

“I know, but I need to get on the road. Anyways I’ll be back in a month or two when school is out for good.”

Heather volunteered to take my bags out to my car as I said my goodbyes to Mom and Dad. Everyone then followed me outside to see me off. As quickly as possible I hugged Heather goodbye and told her that I would see her soon. I didn’t even notice that she had kissed me on the cheek when we broke our hug. My mind was focused on getting out of there as quickly as possible.

A few hours later I arrived back on campus with all of my fears from last nights events miles behind me. I headed inside my apartment and decided I should go ahead and unpack my bag. As I threw my bag up onto my bed and opened it up I was shocked at what I discovered. I could not believe it. Sitting right on top of my bag as soon as I unzipped it was my sisters red thong.

Thank you very much for reading. This is my first ever story and I hope to write more. I very much would appreciate any and all comments, or suggestions. Thanks.




Heather



Rules are to be broken, rules are to be abridged, rules are to be changed; but for Heather, there were no rules. 

My spring semester had finally come to a conclusion, and the process of totaling up points, sorting grades, and amassing papers was heavy on my shoulders in the final days. My desk was a rubbish heap, knee deep in graded and un-graded research papers. 

She quietly tapped on my open door. "Dr. Browne."

My concentration broke; I looked up at the young woman standing in my doorway. "Yes."

"Dr. Browne, I'm Heather from your ten o'clock class." She stepped into the office and put her books on a side chair.

"Oh, yes, Heather, sorry my eyes are blurry from looking at this computer screen." Cute girl, wonder why I haven't noticed her before. "Let's see, you sit on the left side near the back."

She nodded. "Near the window so I can get some air."

"Yeah, it gets a little stuffy in there alright, and not all if from my lectures." I chuckled but noted that the young coed had a serious look.

Heather put her hand on my desk. "I'm real concerned about my grade this semester." A long lock of her hair fell across her face.

I motioned for her to sit. "Have you been following your scores?"

She pushed the lock of her long brown hair back. "Yes sir, I haven't seen my final research paper grade as yet. I'm hoping it will pull up my average." 

"Let me check the grade book." Our grade accounting was kept in an electronic file, so I spun my chair around to the computer. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed her unbuttoning the top button of her blouse. All of her mediocre grades were recorded except the research paper. "Okay Heather," I said, spinning my chair back around. "Everything is in except the final paper; I think I have it on the desk here. However, you're barely holding on so I hope the research paper is well done."

She leaned toward the desk. "Can we look at it? I mean, would you mind?"

Shit, she's braless. "Let me see if I can find it." I quickly found her paper in the un-graded stack and pulled it to my desk top. "Here it is."

Heather stood and leaned over the desk.

Damn, I'm getting hard and probably wet. Her pouting breasts were clearly displayed down her drooping blouse. I stayed in my chair and slid my lap under the desk.

"Dr. Browne, do you see anything that jumps off the page?"

If she only knew, I'd like to jump on the table and fuck her royally. "Heather let's go though this together." It was easy to pick up her first run-on sentence. I circled the problem with a red pen, then made a few additional marks down the paper.

Heather placed her hand on top of mine and cooed. "I really need this grade; I'll do anything to pass the class."

I straightened up in my chair. "Well, this paper needs some editing. Why don't you take it to the Library and proof it, make some corrections, and then bring it back this afternoon. I probably won't grade your class until this evening."

She licked her finger and picked up the paper; however, as she turned the second page floated to the floor. Heather made a point of pausing long enough for me to watch as she retrieved the errant research paper and put it into her book bag. I had no doubt what she wanted me to see.

"Absolutely, anything," she said, and disappeared out the door.

When my heart stopped racing I looked down at the large wet spot in my tan trousers. "Shit." I pulled several tissues out of my desk box and stuck them in my pants.

I spent the afternoon fighting through mounds of paper and was about to run over to a nearby gas station for a microwave sandwich, when Heather again appeared in my doorway. Most of the faculty had left for the day, and only a handful of offices were occupied in my building.

"I ran into some problems, I thought maybe you could fix." Heather handed her paper across the desk. My marks were still on the front page. I noted she had tied her hair back with a bow.

"What kind of help can I give you?"

Heather crossed the invisible barrier separating my side of the desk from a visitor. "I don't understand exactly what you want."

I leaned over the desk with her on my shoulder. "Look Heather, there are several grammar issues, even before we get to your citations." Damn, she's stroking my beard. The bulge in my pants had reoccurred and was bursting against the zipper, both trying to escape.

"Can you show me what to do?" She whispered.

I thought I would be cute. "Sure, but it will cost you a hug and kiss." Fraternization with students was a strict violation of the ethics code, but young girls often gave a quick hug and cheek kiss to professors at the end of the semester.

Heather put her hands on my cheeks and pressed her mouth on my lips placing her tongue deep in my mouth with a warm French kiss. Then she put her arms around my shoulder and her face next to mine. Her gaping blouse had another button open and her small breast was resting against my arm. "You're tense," she whispered. 

That isn't the half of it.  "Heather, there are people in the building."

"I know, Math people, all upstairs." She unbuttoned another button on her blouse and slid down to her knees. Slowly, she brought my left hand down to her breast; then she unzipped my pants and pulled out my raging cock. "Ooh, this is nice."

I was never impressed with my own masculinity, totally low average in the locker room. "Heather," I softly protested, but it was too late, she had already taken it into her mouth and was beginning an even stroke. Within minutes I exploded into her mouth and she continued to lick the head. "Jeeze girl."

"Like I said, anything to pass."

"Shit, what would you do for an 'A'?"

Heather smiled and wiped her mouth with a tissue. "I'll be back in hour."



Heather



Heather's shift at the coffeehouse was over and all she wanted to do was go home. She had been summoned into the manager's office and if it was to be fired that would be fine with her. She didn't make any attempt to fix her hair or otherwise prepare herself for meeting with the tyrant.

Adam was a sad, little man. Almost forty, he had worked all the way up to manager of a single outpost in a ridiculously large chain of coffeehouses. So large, in fact, there was almost one on every corner. His frustrations, Heather assumed, were mostly taken out on the employees.

She closed the door behind her and acknowledged, if not in glowing fashion, his presence. Adam didn't invite her to sit down. Instead, he rose from his rickety chair and walked towards her.

"Hello, Heather."

She smiled back.

"How are you?" he asked, stopping a couple feet in front of her.

Tired and very much in need of a shower didn't seem like an appropriate response. "Fine," she said.

"Good. It sounded busy today." Heather wondered how he would know, as little time as he actually spent with the employees during working hours.

"Yep. It was," she replied. Heather watched Adam's eyes lock onto the cleavage showing above the low-cut, white knit shirt she wore. She wished now she hadn't taken off the standard issue green apron all the employees wore.

"Well, Heather. I wanted to talk to you today about a possible promotion." Adam was looking at her with a depraved smile.

"Oh," Heather responded with a questioning voice.

"I need an assistant manager. I think you're the best person I've got."

Heather was rapidly calculating the negatives in Adam's offer. "Oh, thanks. But Joe and Nicole have both been here longer than me, and..."

"No. I think you're the right person," Adam said, stepping closer.

Heather speculated on how she could say 'No' without offending or, worse yet, enraging the little creep. "Maybe if you let me think about it."

It was her last attempt to get out of the office and delay her answer.

"Maybe I can help you decide."

With that, Adam reached out and put his hand on the side of Heather's left breast. It happened so fast she couldn't back up quickly enough. She felt him push his hand against her harder.

"No. Adam," she said roughly.

His other hand was on her other breast.

"No. Please." Heather tried to turn away, but he had her from both sides. His grip tightened.

He stared only at her breasts, as if the rest of her wasn't there. Then he was pushing her backwards. It was only a couple of feet to the wall in his miniscule office.

"Don't scream," he warned her. Heather took him seriously.

She put her arms back trying to brace herself, knowing the wall was close. She slammed up against it and the air rushed out of her lungs.

He was on her, his hands suddenly inside the shirt, moving up, pressing harder against her. The hands were on top of her breasts, tugging at the bra and skin underneath.

"Adam. Stop. Stop it," Heather said as loud as she could without screaming.

"Shut up," he hissed. The bra was pushed up, along with her shirt, and Heather's breasts were exposed to the tormenter.

She wanted to hit him. Hard. She wanted to lift a knee into his groin. She wanted to scream.

Adam's mouth closed around a breast. He bit her roughly and Heather stifled a shriek. Teeth pulled at her nipple. Then he was on the other breast, biting and pulling.

His strength surprised Heather. Only able to move sideways, she could not escape his grip. Pinned against the wall, her arms were nearly useless except for hitting him in the back.

Adam attacked her breasts for several more seconds, then leaned back slightly and reached for the top of Heather's pants. At that moment she made a decision. She had just enough room to swing wildly and catch him right on the side of his face with her hand. The smack echoed in the room.

Instead of giving her either the time or space to run for it, the slap only infuriated the would-be rapist.

"Oh, you like it rough," Adam said. "Rough it is."

He returned the slap so quickly Heather had no chance of avoiding it. Her head hit the wall. Tears flowed from her eyes as she regained her senses.

"Please. Adam."

Adam's hands were on Heather's shoulders, pushing her down. She tumbled to her knees as he backed away from her just enough to give her space.

"Open my pants, bitch," she heard him say.

"No. Let me..."

"Do it or I'll really hurt you," he said.

Heather could see the door just a few feet away. It might as well have been a few miles. She unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper. She could see the outline of his cock inside his underwear. He was so hard the tip was under the waistband.

"Pull it out," Adam demanded.

Heather pulled down the underwear just enough to expose the rigid cock. It pointed to the ceiling in disgusting hardness.

"Now suck it or I'll do more than slap you."

Heather felt her head being pushed onto the cock. It hit her lips, then slid onto her cheek. She moved her head to the side until the stiff cock was in front of her again. She opened her mouth and aimed for the swollen tip.

Her eyes were closed, but she felt it between her lips. Heather began to close her mouth.

Suddenly, there were three sharp knocks on the door.

"Fuck," Adam barked. "Fuck."

Heather jumped at the sound of the door and Adam's harsh voice. His cock slithered out of her mouth.

"Get up. Get dressed," Adam ordered as he fumbled for his underwear and pants. It only took Heather a second to have her bra and shirt back in place. She headed for the door.

"Hold it," Adam said in a panicky voice.

A few seconds later he said, "OK."

Heather opened the door, quickly sped past her co-worker and headed for her car.

Two weeks later Heather was still unemployed, by choice, but almost over the shock of the incident enough to allow herself to get back into the mainstream of society. Sleep had been difficult at first. A hundred times she thought of things she could have, should have, done differently. A hundred times the incident always remained the same. It happened just the way she remembered it.

Heather McMurray was a twenty-four-year-old woman with a naturally appealing face and body. Her short, straight brown hair was always neatly styled and she wore modern, if rather conservative, clothes. Men were not attracted to her because of looks alone. She was deeper than that, if she allowed you to know her.

Sex was OK, in her opinion, but she'd never found a guy that seemed to know how to do it well. At least not the way she envisioned it feeling. Heather had orgasms, but where were the fireworks she read about in her books?

She would keep looking.

One of Heather's regular dates was a guy named Scott who was nice enough, but certainly wasn't ready to spend time with only one woman. Nor was Heather ready for a long-term relationship with him. He did, however, like the club scene along with Heather. So they were regulars at a local spot featuring new bands and cheap drinks.

They were there on a particularly crowded Saturday night, dancing, when Heather first noticed the little blonde in the short denim skirt. The girl, maybe twenty, also noticed Heather. In fact, it was the blonde's steady gaze towards her that got Heather's attention.

Heather found herself gazing back at the dazzling blonde who seemed to float on the dance floor. They exchanged smiles. Bodies blocked their view of each other. Then more smiles.

Half an hour later while Scott was off talking to friends and Heather sat alone at her table, the blonde appeared at her side.

"Hi," the girl shouted above the din of the club.

Heather looked up. "Hi."

"You're a great dancer," the blonde said.

If it had been anybody else talking to her, Heather would have been searching for ways to blow her off. "Thanks, but I'm not as good as you. I enjoyed watching you."

Heather couldn't believe she said it to a complete stranger. Another woman, at that. But it was true.

"My name's Kristin."

"Hi. I'm Heather. Want to sit down?"

"Thanks." Kristin quickly pulled out the chair next to Heather, sat down and leaned on the table. Heather watched Kristin cross her long, tan legs.

"I don't remember seeing you here before," Heather said.

"I've only come a couple times. Mainly during the week. I like it like this when there's more people here," Kristin said.

"Are you with somebody?" Heather asked.

"Yeah. A friend brought me. How about you?"

"He's around somewhere," Heather said, straining to find Scott's head among the crowd.

Kristin laughed. "Sounds familiar. I think my guy only came because he wants something later. It's probably not going to happen."

Heather recognized her sly smile and laughed at Kristin's straightforwardness.

"Would you be offended if I asked you to dance with me?" Kristin asked with a wishful look in her eyes.

Heather felt an unusual, but not unwelcome, flutter inside. "Uh, sure. I'd like that."

"Like now?" Kristin said.

"Let's go." Heather was out of her chair as if drawn by an unseen force. Kristin was right behind her.

They squeezed onto the dance floor much to the delight of all the guys. Heather tried her best to mimic some of her new partner's awesome moves, but soon realized she'd never be the dancer Kristin was. But that was alright with her. Heather enjoyed Kristin's infectious energy and constant smile.

Heather found herself moving her eyes from Kristin's wispy blonde hair to her ample breasts to her little waist and hips. Kristin's jeans hung low on her hips and highlighted a tiny, round ass. Heather understood, with envy, what all the guys were looking at.

By the end of the set, Heather had pretty much forgotten about Scott. Perhaps it was the alcohol; perhaps it was the whole scene; but Heather felt Kristin was flirting with her. Perhaps it was the truth.

They returned to the table considerably warmer than when they left it. Heather bought them each a drink and they talked for another fifteen minutes. Then Kristin borrowed a pen from a waiter, found a piece of scrap paper and scribbled on it.

"Here's my number," Kristin said, handing the paper to Heather with a smile. "Call me anytime. OK?"

Heather took the note. "You sure?"

"I'm sure." Kristin got up, gave a petite wave and blended back into the crowd.

Heather looked down at the number and stuffed it into her pocket.

Every day for the next week Heather looked at the piece of paper under the magnet on her refrigerator. She wanted to call, but what message would that give Kristin? Twice she had her cell phone in her hand ready to call. Twice she put the phone back down. What would she say to Kristin? What did they have to talk about? Kristin was just a...kid.

Finally, on Saturday afternoon, Heather made the call. She almost wished Kristin wouldn't answer and she could just leave a message, but Kristin did answer and they stumbled through the initial few seconds. When Heather told Kristin about her new job, Kristin seemed genuinely happy for her. Heather listened to a funny story Kristin told about a disastrous date and soon they both were much more comfortable.

They ended the conversation by saying they'd talk again sometime. Heather, for one, hoped that was true.

Heather thought back later that night to Kristin's story about the date from hell. Heather still couldn't imagine going out with anybody other than Scott after the incident at the coffeehouse. In fact, she'd only gone out with Scott twice and seemed to be distancing herself from even him. She didn't really trust men anymore. Why should she trust Kristin like she did? Weren't women equally capable of hurting her?

It only took two days for Heather to call Kristin back. This time they talked a little bit more about themselves, their likes and dislikes, food, music and TV. It ended up they had more in common than Heather ever expected. For the first time she gave serious thought to the fact Kristin could become a friend.

Then, on Thursday, Heather had a message from Kristin on her cell phone. She eagerly played it.

"Hey, Heather. This is Kristin. I'm going to go to the club on Saturday. Want to go? I'd hate to go by myself. Give me a call. Bye."

Of course Heather wanted to go and she immediately returned the call. They agreed on a time and Kristin volunteered to drive. Heather tried not to sound too excited until the call was over, then she threw her arms into the air and shouted "Yes!". She couldn't remember the last time she'd been this happy.

Heather wasn't sure whether to dress for the club or for Kristin on Saturday night. She chose a slightly more revealing top than usual, so she decided she was dressing for Kristin. There was no way she could ever look the same in jeans as Kristin, so she didn't even worry about that. Well, actually she worried about it, but knew she'd never own an ass like that.

She was ready half an hour early and anxiously waited for the sound of Kristin's car. Fifteen minutes past the scheduled time, Kristin pulled up.

After the preliminary hellos and apologies from Kristin for being late, Heather said, "Wow. You look great tonight. I love that."

Indeed, Kristin looked more stunning than usual in a skin tight top that criss-crossed over her chest and tied on one side at her waist. Her jeans were tight enough to be part of her body. Heather had never known anybody who could make her feel so inferior without infuriating her at the same time.

The club was packed, as usual, but that only energized both women. One drink later they were dancing with guys that looked innocent enough. They never spent another dime after that as free drinks came at them from all directions while they sat at the bar. Heather, unfamiliar with so much attention from guys, soaked in as much of Kristin's techniques as she could. The girl was good.

They only lost sight of each other momentarily during one break in the music. But, soon, were back together as the band started up.

"I was beginning to worry," Heather said, leaning closer to Kristin's ear when she reappeared.

"Me, too. That guy was intent on us leaving," Kristin yelled back.

"I'm glad you're still here." Heather still had trouble with the concept of touching her new friend, but as close as they had to be when talking made it all but impossible to avoid.

"Thanks. Are you having a good time?" Kristin asked.

"Absolutely." They touched their glasses together in a toast.

"Come on," Kristin said, grabbing Heather's hand.

Heather thought she'd never let go of Kristin's hand as the beautiful girl led her to the dance floor. The hand felt small and soft, yet reassuring. Friendly.

They danced closely, by choice this time and not because of the crowd. When they touched Heather felt a reaction through her entire body. When they tried to talk and had to be head-to-head, Heather smelled the clean fragrance of Kristin's hair. She was beginning to notice everything about her now. What the hell was happening, she thought?

Well past midnight they headed home. Heather thanked Kristin profusely for a "wonderful time" as she crawled out of the car, promising to be in touch. Once again, she had trouble sleeping. This time because of fantastic memories.

They talked on the phone the next day. Another invitation by Kristin to go out the following weekend was again accepted by Heather. She suspected Kristin got tons of offers from guys and wanted to get on her calendar before it was too late.

Identical arrangements were made as the week before and they arrived to another packed house. This time they were fortunate enough to find a table just as a couple were leaving. Several dances and drinks later, they were again alone.

"Kristin, I have a question for you," Heather said, looking at her friend.

"Sure. What?"

"Why are you going out with me and not one of the hundreds of guys who want you?" Heather asked.

Kristin laughed. "Who are these hundreds of guys anyway?"

"If I grabbed the next guy who walked past and asked him if he wanted to go out with you, what do you think he'd say?" Heather said.

Kristin smiled. "He might say 'Yes' if I opened another button," she said, putting her hand on the first unopened button of her blouse.

Heather had to agree the amount of cleavage already being displayed by Kristin was inviting. Another button would put anybody over the edge.

"Come on. I'm serious. Why me?"

Kristin leaned forward. "I like you. I think you're smart, funny...and cute."

"YOU think I'M cute?" Heather said as if astonished.

"Maybe even sexy."

The word hit Heather like a hammer. One of the sexiest girls she'd ever met was calling her sexy. She wondered how the look on her face must have come across to Kristin.

"Come with me." Just as she did the previous week, Kristin took Heather's hand and led her away. This time they bypassed the dance floor and the bar. They headed down a narrow hallway past the restrooms and club offices.

"Where are we going?" Heather asked excitedly.

Kristin didn't answer. She pushed open a metal door at the end of the hall under a red EXIT sign. They walked down two steps and Kristin pulled Heather farther into a nearly pitch black alley.

When Kristin stopped, she faced Heather and pushed her against the building. Instantly, Kristin's lips were on Heather's. Lightly at first. Then harder. And then her tongue was pressing against Heather's mouth.

Heather tried to comprehend what was happening. As soon as she did, she parted her lips and the women's tongues met. Kristin pressed her body against Heather. They both moaned, hands beginning to search each other.

It was the first opportunity Heather had to truly touch Kristin in the manner she'd been thinking about for weeks. She ran her hands up and down Kristin's back, then down to her ass. After a few seconds, Heather ran her fingers through Kristin's silky hair, all the while kissing her more passionately.

The surprise of feeling Kristin's hands on the sides of her breasts caused Heather to break off the kiss for a second.

"Kiss me, Heather," Kristin whispered.

The kiss began anew, this time with Kristin's fingers firmly clutching at Heather's breasts through her shirt.

"This is wrong. This is wrong," Heather screamed inside her own head. But her body disagreed. Her nipples hardened and her pussy tingled. She could feel the rhythm of the music pounding through the wall onto her back, like a wild heartbeat.

Then Kristin's hands were pushing Heather's shirt up. Heather closed her eyes when Kristin ended the kiss and lowered her head. Kristin's lips were between Heather's breasts, above her bra. Kristin kissed both breasts. Then she licked them.

For the first time, Heather dreaded having worn a bra. But Kristin resolved the problem by quickly undoing the front hook and letting the bra cups fall aside. Kristin hungrily sucked on the exposed nipples, resulting in more moans from Heather.

Now Heather's hands were back in action. She nearly tore the buttons off the front of Kristin's blouse as she opened it, desperate to feel the girl's gorgeous breasts. Her own nipples ached with desire as she played with Kristin's, who was sucking and licking Heather in return.

Despite the sexual tension growing inside her body, Heather was on the verge of calling it all off. Things were happening too fast. The feelings were too much to handle.

But then Kristin's hand was fumbling with Heather's zipper. Once it was down she unsnapped the jeans. Before Heather could do anything, Kristin's hand was inside her panties, searching frantically for her pussy.

Electricity jolted through Heather's body the first time Kristin touched her clit.

"Oh, God. Kristin."

With one of Heather's breasts inside her mouth, Kristin pushed her hand down until feeling the moisture surrounding Heather's pussy. Heather tried to catch her breath. Then she gasped loudly when a single finger inserted itself into her cunt.




Heather



"Oh, yes Heather," Kristin said, moving her head up to Heather's level again. "You're so wet. Just like I imagined. I'm going to make you cum now."

They kissed as Heather comprehended the words. Two fingers were now inside her and she was involuntarily pushing her pussy onto the hand. Kristin's other hand pushed the jeans and panties down and clutched at Heather's ass.

Heather cried out when the fingers moved from her cunt to her clit, rubbing it roughly.

"That's it," Kristin sighed. "Cum for me, babe."

Heather was almost in tears. She was about to have an orgasm in an alley at the hands of a girl. And if the feeling inside her stomach was any clue, this was not an ordinary orgasm.

Somehow, Kristin got one hand under Heather's ass and a finger penetrated her cunt. The other hand attacked her clit harder.

"Oh, God. God. Kristin, I'm going to cum."

"Yes, babe. Do it. Do it now," Kristin urged.

Heather buried her head in Kristin's hair to muffle the scream that exploded from her at the same time her orgasm began. Heather drove her pussy away from the wall, urgently seeking out Kristin's hands. Kristin rubbed the woman's clit and fucked her with her finger the best she could.

Heather lost track of how long she came. She heard her own cries despite every attempt to stifle them and despite the fact she was nearly senseless with lust. She had never cum like this with a guy. Ever.

When it was over, or at least when Kristin moved her hands away from Heather's pussy, they held each other tightly. This time Heather WAS in tears.

"It's alright, babe," Kristin assured her. "It's alright."

"I...I...," Heather stammered.

"Shh. Let's get you dressed."

"What about you?" Heather sobbed.

"You owe me," Kristin said, finally getting a smile from Heather.

A few moments later when Heather was composed, the women walked hand-in-hand around the building towards the entrance.

#

"How'd you know about that door?" Heather asked Kristin on the phone the next day.

"I got dragged out there by a guy once. He tried to rape me in that alley. He didn't know that I took karate."

Heather giggled, wishing for an instant she had known karate in her previous job. "You know karate?"

"Enough to defend myself," Kristin said confidently.

"Good for you." She would tell Kristin about her experience someday.

"I'm glad you're still talking to me," Kristin said.

"That was wonderful, Kristin. It was the best. You're so sexy," Heather said honestly. "But you know you don't have to do that for me to like you."

"I wanted to. I had to or I was going to burst."

"You?" Heather said. "How about me?"

"If we were a man and a woman I think you'd call that a fuck. Can we make love sometime?"

The question made Heather shiver. She tried to answer but couldn't at first. After getting her breath back, she said, "Yes. I'd like that."

They weren't going to see each other for six more days. Heather lost track of how many times she heard Kristin's voice in her head saying, "Can we make love sometime?"

When the weekend finally arrived, the women decided to go out to dinner instead of to the club. They had reservations at a trendy place downtown so they both wore dresses, a little out of their comfort zones but fun nonetheless. They would have noticed the ogling from the men in the restaurant if they hadn't been so busy checking each other out.

If Kristin's neckline had plunged an inch farther it wouldn't have qualified as a neckline and Heather's halter style dress accentuated even her average bust line. Neither dress came anywhere near the women's knees, particularly when they were seated.

The couple thoroughly enjoyed the quiet of the restaurant compared to the club. They actually got to talk without yelling. But, the drawback was having to restrain from getting as close as maybe they'd like.

The wine, the meal, the dessert...it was all perfect. They left in good spirits.

Once inside the car, the girls were finally able to kiss. It was long and adoring. As they drove away, Kristin reached over and put her hand on Heather's thigh. Soon it was under the dress and nearing Heather's thong-covered pussy. Kristin rubbed the inside of Heather's thigh for a short time, then managed to touch her pussy when Heather spread her legs.

"Pull in here. In here," Heather suddenly yelled out.

Kristin jerked her hand away, frightened by the sudden order. "What?"

"Pull in her. Now."

Kristin jammed on the brakes and dove across two lanes to pull into the driveway of a motel. Instinctively, she followed the drive up to the lobby entrance. "What are we doing?"

The car came to a stop under the overhang. "Stay here."

Heather jumped out of the car and scurried inside to Kristin's bewilderment. Less than five minutes later Heather was heading back to the car, a curious smile on her face.

"Straight ahead. Around the corner," Heather pointed once she was seated again.

Kristin followed her orders. They parked near an entrance.

"Let's go," Heather said.

They entered the motel using Heather's newly purchased room key and headed down the hall.

"Number 108," Heather said.

Kristin's heart raced at the turn of events. Anticipation overwhelmed her as they approached the room. While Heather fiddled with the key, Kristin untied the knot holding together Heather's dress behind her neck.

Heather laughed. "Stop it."

The door was unlocked, but the women were still outside. Despite a desperate attempt to hold her dress up, Heather soon found herself topless against the door. Kristin was pressing against her, kissing her wildly. The door swung open and the women nearly fell into the room to muted shrieks.

They both laughed when they realized they weren't going to fall. Kristin kicked the door shut. Heather held up her dress at the waist until Kristin took Heather's hands and pulled them away. Heather let the dress fall to the floor.

Neither woman was laughing now. The significance of the moment was taking over. Kristin reached over and flicked on the light for the tiny entranceway they stood in. She admired Heather's body with added respect.

Heather's hands seemed to have a life of their own as they reached out and pulled the straps of Kristin's dress from her shoulders. The tiny garment slithered down Kristin's marvelous body and collected at her feet, leaving her naked except for a small pair of panties.

Kristin was first to move. She delicately removed Heather's thong and pushed her clothes and shoes aside. Then Heather did the same to Kristin.

They came together in a kiss, their bodies compressed against each other as firmly as they could stand it. They both wanted to take in the incredible feeling of the other's nakedness on their own. Heather tried not to shake, afraid Kristin might get a clue of her true thoughts.

"Make love to me, please," Kristin whispered in Heather's ear.

Heather wasn't sure she could stand up much longer, sensing that her legs might give out at any moment. Maybe it was a good thing they were about to lie down. They held hands as they walked to the bottom of the king size bed, then kissed again.

This had been Heather's idea, so there was no backing out of it now despite everything going through her brain. The final decision was made when she thought back to the night outside the club. She wanted to do this.

Heather fell backwards onto the bed, pulling Kristin with her. Giggles followed their initial grunts when they landed. Any momentary pain was overshadowed once again by the sensation of skin on skin.

Heather and Kristin embraced, rolling freely across the huge bed. Eventually, somehow, they ended about in the approximate center, kissing feverishly. Heather was on top.

She got on her knees, straddling her girlfriend. Heather looked down through the dim light.

"God, you're beautiful," she said softly. Heather loved Kristin's messed up hair, her full breasts, her little waist. She'd have to move to see the rest of Kristin, but first she wanted to explore the upper half.

Heather kissed Kristin on the neck and shoulders, letting her instincts lead the way as all of this was new to her. She wanted, more than anything in the world, to make Kristin happy.

Then she was kissing the top of Kristin's breasts. Part of her still said 'No', but a much larger part of her said 'I want more'. So Heather worked her way down to the nipples. Once she had one in her mouth she knew it was right. And when she heard Kristin's first soft moan she knew this wouldn't be the only time.

Heather used her hand to tenderly lift Kristin's breast. She wrapped her lips around a large portion of the breast and began to lick and suck the nipple. All the indicators she then felt—Kristin arching her back and the nipples growing in her mouth—totally silenced that little part of her saying 'No'.

Heather loved to have her nipples pulled, so she put one of Kristin's between her lips and lifted it gently before letting go.

Kristin moaned loudly. "Do that again," she sighed.

Heather administered to Kristin's breasts for almost five minutes, not knowing how wet it was making her lover. Kristin, in fact, wasn't sure she'd last without cumming.

But Heather had other plans. She kissed her way down Kristin's stomach, past her pierced belly button and toward her clit. Kristin eagerly spread her legs.

That's when Heather leaned up to get a good look at the beautiful, young woman's entire body. Kristin took the same opportunity to gaze at Heather. All the same things she noticed in Heather the first time she saw her at the club, and then some, were there. The hair, face, chest and legs. Only now they were visible in naked splendor.

Heather was operating pretty much on impulse now. She certainly had no prior experience to tell her how to make Kristin happy. But she thought she had a good idea. The technique might not be the best this time, but she wasn't going to let that stop her.

Heather lowered her body and kissed the insides of Kristin's thighs. Primarily, to build up the courage to go on. She kissed and licked her way up to Kristin's pink pussy. This was it, she thought.

She'd never forget the first taste of Kristin's sweet juices on her tongue as she separated the flaps of skin covering the pussy. Nor the aroma and warmth. If she needed encouragement, she got it in the form of sensory overload.

Heather licked all around the entrance. Finally, she allowed her tongue to slide inside, just slightly.

"Oh, yes. Heather. Yes," Kristin moaned.

The tongue slid in further, all the way until Heather's lips were flat against Kristin's skin. She felt for every corner of Kristin's pussy, wanting to fuck her all night with her mouth.

Kristin lifted her ass off the bed, grabbing Heather behind the head and pulling her closer. Of course, Heather was as close as she was going to get, but desperately tried to reach further with her tongue.

Heather had one more stop to make. And she hoped this was the one that would bring Kristin to an orgasm. She moved up the couple of inches required to find Kristin's clit.

She had no clue what to expect, or when to know she was where she was supposed to be. To her surprise, two things made it easy.

First, the engorged clit was hard to miss. She felt the nub on her tongue and immediately guessed she'd found it.

Second, Kristin cried out, "Oh my God. Yes. Yes."

By now, Kristin was raising and lowering her hips as if fucking the biggest cock she'd ever seen. Heather grabbed her by the ass and tried to hold her in place so she could attend to the clit.

She wrapped her mouth around it and sucked like never before. Kristin's moans filled the dark room. The bed knocked against the wall with every movement.

"Oh, Heather. Ahhh...ahhhh...God," Kristin squealed. "Yes!"

Kristin's body burst with energy as her orgasm began. Every muscle tensed up until the first wave passed, then there was a constant bucking as she came. Heather struggled to keep in contact with Kristin's clit, all the while clutching at her tiny ass.

Heather was thrilled when Kristin's orgasm never seemed to end. Each lick...each nibble on the clit caused a new outburst from Kristin. Heather's chin was covered with Kristin's juices as she came again and again.

Finally, Kristin fell flat on the bed, attempting to escape Heather's tongue and lips by crawling away. Heather pulled back, kissing Kristin's thighs and at the same time wiping her chin clean on Kristin's soft skin.

Only the sound of heavy breathing filled the room for several long seconds.

"Damn, Heather. You say you've never done this before?" Kristin asked.

"I never said that. But I haven't."

"Hold me," Kristin begged her lover.

The women cuddled. Heather would be a veteran before the night ended.



Heather



Heather was a smart ambitious young lady, 23 years of age. Her father left the family when she was 7, leaving her in a state of confusion and disbelief for years. Her trust, especially in men, never recovered. Her mother took good care of her education, sending her to a good school, a catholic girl's school in the north of Manchester. Heather however did not receive the love a young girl could expect from her mother. 2 years after her father left, her mother, a still young and attractive woman, decided it was time to take care of her sexual needs and found herself a lover. There was no space in this rather intense relationship for a young girl like Heather.

The financial status of the family went down rapidly since father left without a trace and financial support for wife and daughter. Mother's new lover was a handsome man and probably right for the purpose mother chose him for, but he was not wealthy by any standards.

Heather lived the life of the nuns around her, including their poverty – in fact she was always short of money. Mother often complained about the money she had to spend to support her daughter and how hard it was to make ends meet, so Heather did not dare to ask for any extra money. Heathers big dream was one of a future without any financial sorrows.

She left school after graduation at the age of 19 and all support by her mother stopped immediately. She was told to look for a job and take care of herself.

She still had no wish to let any man come close to her, so she moved to a small bed & breakfast run by an elderly lady. She worked as a waitress in a simple diner and went to school to prepare herself for a secretary's job.

For 3 years she worked in the evening and went to school during the day. She worked 7 days a week and slept most of her weekends. After finishing school she was offered a job as an assistant secretary in a real estate company in London, which she happily accepted.

Her income was good and she could afford a nice little flat near the Docklands, close to her office.

Everything worked nicely for the first 6 month, she even got promoted including a raise in salary, but then the company was taken over by an international investor. The new owner ran a dramatic cost cutting program leaving her boss and herself jobless after struggling for month in an attempt to keep their jobs.

Heather could not afford to keep her apartment and had to look for someplace cheaper when she got a call from her former company. A secretary of the new owner, Blue Water Enterprises, told her she would be offered a job and she was scheduled for an interview next day in the morning in case she was interested.

Heather didn't quite understand why they fired her just to offer her a job a couple of days later but she agreed to show up for the interview.

The office of Blue Water was located on a ship anchoring near Southend, later she found out the entire ship was the company's headquarter. She was expected for the interview at 10 o'clock and she showed up half an hour early. A short trip on a small boat took her to the "Blue Water", a ship at least 300ft long displaying 5 decks. She always fancied big yachts and their flair of luxury.

She stepped aboard the "Blue Water" and was led inside a large reception hall. After about 20 minutes of waiting she was asked upstairs to the CEO's office. "ROBERT HENSON IV" was put in gold letters on the door.

Mr. Henson sat in a large chair behind an even larger mahogany desk. He was a tall, well built Gentleman in his late forties, elegant but informal dressed. His hair was beginning to turn grey; he fancied a nice sun tan as well as a bright smile.

"Have a seat, my dear! Miss Mingle, Heather Mingle, I suppose."

"Yes, that's right. What can I do for you?"

"The question is: What can I do for YOU? The answer is: I can offer you a job."

"Thank you, I need a job and this brings us to back to my first question."

"I know, I fired you and now I want you to work for me, I need an assistant."

"So why did you fire me in the first place?"

"Long story. Here is the simplified version: I had to fire you, because I had to fire your boss, to be able to offer him a less attractive job in Canada, where I need him. Keeping you would have frustrated him; he might just have taken another job offer. Since I fired both of you and half of the other staff he deemed himself lucky getting this offer and……he accepted."

"O.K. what is it, your company does exactly and what makes you think I am qualified as your assistant?"

"Basically we buy and sell shares or entire companies worldwide, we trade stocks, options and everything worth trading. Coming to your qualification: I watched you since quite a while, believe me, you are qualified."

"So, what is your offer?"

"Well, you can work on this ship as a trader, starting with a capital of 1 million USD like everyone else here. You get 20% of your profits plus free housing and meals. If you loose more than 20% of you capital, you are out.

You can work as my secretary, earning 1200 Dollars a month plus free housing and meals or you can work as my personal assistant earning 20000 Dollars a month etc."

"The trader's job is clear, but I don't think I am good enough to try. What I don't understand is this secretary and assistant thing. Why does an assistant earn so much more?"

"The assistant has to do a lot more than a secretary. It is a very personal assistant."

"What do you mean by a lot more and how personal is very personal?"

"So you are interested in becoming my personal assistant?"

"Who wouldn't sell his soul for this amount of money?"

"It is not your soul you'd be selling it's your body."

"What?!"

"My personal assistant is on constant duty – 24 hours, 7 days a week. In detail you would have to be available for me when ever, where ever and what ever I ask you to do. Besides being involved in the supervision of the entire business of Blue Water Enterprises you would be responsible to take care of all my personal needs and this includes my sexual needs. What do you say?"

"Are you suggesting to turn me into a prostitute?"

"A prostitute has to serve each and every customer; you would be serving just me. 

A Prostitute is definitely not on the payroll of a major company having the social position and references of a managing director."

"What you suggest is disgusting and it is illegal!"
"You may call it disgusting, but it is definitely legal. There will be a contract with terms and conditions. With your signature you will state your free will to accept the implications concerned. The contract can be cancelled on the spot by any side. If you refuse to sign it, I am still offering you a job as a secretary or a trader. It is your choice."

"If I sign this contract I give you the right to rape me and continue raping me whenever and however you like, you are out of your mind. Besides it will be disappointing for you to find out that I don't have any expertise in serving, as you call it, any men."

"It is not rape since you agreed and have a chance to refuse, but otherwise you are right, it is whenever and however. What do you mean by not having any expertise, you must have been with men and know what to expect."
"As a matter of fact I don't. I have not been with any man, I am a virgin and I am not inclined to change that. Not for you and not for any other man."

"In this case let me change the offer. You will get a bonus for giving up your virginity. You will get one month salary after completing the first week."

"You think you can get everything for money, don't you?"

"In fact I can get everything for money, but not everyone. I am not trying to buy you, I am offering a deal. Take it or not. It will not change my affection to you as a person."

"What if I refuse to let you rape me at one point or occasion?"

"The contract is over, you will get the money you earned and that's it."

"Will I loose the bonus if I refuse or dissatisfy you in the first week?"

"As long as you try and not refuse I will be satisfied, but yes, you will loose the bonus if you quit within the first week. In any case I will not cancel our contract in the first week, we can make it part of the deal."

"I need time to think about all this."

"Agreed, but not too long. I need your decision by 8 o'clock this evening. You should head home and pack. This ship is leaving at 8 o'clock sharp. Either with or without you."

"Will I be offered a job as secretary or trader after quitting?"

"Yes, of course. Would you like some coffee before you leave or may be something stronger?"

"Yes, thank you. I think I need a drink now. Do you have brandy?"

"The lady calls for brandy and brandy it will be!"

He pushed a button on his desktop pager: "Madeleine, would you bring us some coffee and brandy for two, thank you."

"Is Madeleine one of your personal assistants?"

"No, I use to have one personal assistant at a time and this position is vacant now, as you know. Madeleine refused to become my personal assistant a year ago and decided rather to be my secretary. She is providing some sexual comfort on a case to case basis to earn an extra bonus, that's all."

"Why doesn't she become your assistant now since she changed her mind anyway?"

"Oh, she would, but I don't renew a once refused offer."

"So wouldn't she hate me, if I took your offer?"

"Absolutely, and she will not be the only one. About everybody in the company will hate you. You are not only sleeping with the boss, you will be in charge to look into and criticize each and everyone's work. You will decide who is to get a job and who is fired. I want a powerful, intelligent and competent person to share my life. I don't want to have a cheap whore around just to drain my balls, please excuse the rude language."

"So why don't you marry? That's what other men do in these cases."

"I am a business man. I am not afraid to cut one or the other risky deal, otherwise I wouldn't be where I am, but marriage is a deal I never dared to cut. It is putting your entire existence on one single bet. ‘All in' is for gamblers, which I am not."

Madeleine came in with the drinks. She eyed her as if she was about to take away her property, which was in fact not far from the truth.

After she left Heather picked up the conversation: "I respect your reluctance against marriage and I start to understand your intentions. Did I get it right, that you will treat and respect me as a honorable person even after I signed the contract?"

"I will, however we will not be equals. I will give the orders and you will obey, privately and in public. In the company you will become second in charge, so I will be the only one whose orders you will take." 

"Thanks for your open words. I am still not sure what to do, but I promise to think about it thoroughly."

"Before you go, may I intrigue you further by showing you your future quarters?"

"Why not, it can't hurt to see what it is I am going to refuse."

He rose from his chair pointing to both sidewalls of the large office. "There are two identical apartments on either side of this room. The one to your right is my quarter the other one could be yours." He went to the left apartment swinging the doors open to reveal a nicely furnished living room, colors and style chosen to fit an upper class lady. From there another door led to a beautiful bedroom with adjacent bathroom. She opened the large wardrobe which filled one entire wall and found it full of clothing and shoes. "Whose are these?" she asked. "I took the liberty to do some shopping for you. I hope I picked the right size."

"What, if I don't sign the contract?"

"We will see to this later."

"This is the most beautiful place I have ever seen."

"Thank you, I am relieved to match your taste. If you would excuse me now, I have some urgent transactions to attend and I believe you need some time to think and get your arrangements done."

"Yes, of course. Thank you for your offer. We might meet again this evening. Good Bye, Mr. Henson.

"The boat will take you to the shore; the driver is waiting in the main reception hall downstairs. Good Bye, Miss Mingle."

They shook hands and he left her heading for the trader's offices amidships.

On her way home she came to the decision to risk it and take the offer. She called the landlord right after being at home telling him she would move out. She packed just one suitcase for the ship and another to be left in storage and headed back for the ‘Blue Water', suddenly afraid she could change her mind and chicken out.

On the way she called the receptionist of the ‘Blue Water' informing the attendant she needed a transport from Southend.

At 2 o'clock in the afternoon she was once more sitting in front of Mr. Henson informing him about her decision.

He didn't say a word. He just pushed a sheet of paper, the contract, and a pen across his desk towards her. He had already signed it. She took the pen and signed with trembling hands.

"Very good, I have a personal assistant, lets celebrate, but first you have to move in. I have your luggage brought to your quarters. I will be awaiting you in half an hour in my office."

"Madeleine, a bottle of champagne, 2 glasses and no more appointments for today."

"Shall I really cancel all dates for the rest of the day, Sir?"

"You heard me!"

Half an hour later they drank champagne and after some compliments and small talk he went for his chair, sat down while keeping her standing.

"May I ask you to remove your clothes?"

"Are you asking me to perform a strip tease?"

"No thanks, just get naked."

She wore a skirt and fitting blouse, no stockings and pumps with low heels. Soon she was standing in front of him with only her white cotton panties and a white bra.

He smiled seeing her underwear:" What are you waiting for, you're not naked yet."

With this she removed first her bra then her panties leaving her naked and blushing.

She had a nice set of tits, a firm C-cup with large pink aureoles. Her bush was dense and red like her head. She stood straight with her arms by her side and let him watch her.

"Do you like what you see?"

"Absolutely, please turn around and show me your butt."

She performed a 180° spot turn. She smiled recognizing she found it an interesting new experience to be on display like this. She wondered what would be coming next.

"Lovely, you've got a very sexy ass. Now bend over and show me what's hidden between those charming cheeks."

She blushed even more, but bent over as requested and displayed a set of pussy lips with some pink inside and her also pink, tiny asshole.

"Amazing, you're doing a great job. You haven't done this before, have you?" She shook her head which appeared on left side of her bottom on display.

"Thank you, you may raise. Would you please come a little closer? I would like to feel you."

She moved around the desk towards his chair stopping short of his knees. He spread his legs

"Closer, my dear, if you may."

She stepped between his open legs. He reached for her breasts and fondled and squeezed them. Her nipples erected immediately. He rubbed her nipples making her moan with pleasure.

He moved his hands to her bush. His index finger probed her pussy finding it wet and ready.

"Exciting, isn't it?"

"Yesss, strange but kind of nice."

He grabbed her ass with both hands pulling her even closer and let his nose dive into her red bush. He parted her pussy lips with his tongue and started licking her clit. She tensed and released a high tuned squeal, but after a while she started to relax flooding him with her juices. Just some minutes later she tensed again and spent herself in a shuttering orgasm.

He looked up to meet her eyes: "Did you enjoy this?"

"God, it was like heaven, like dying a lustful death."

"You are a very sensual woman. We will have a lot of pleasure."

"Talking of pleasure. I thought it was my duty to give and not receive pleasure."

"It was very pleasurable for me, but you are right, it was not satisfying. Are you willing to satisfy my lust in giving the same pleasure you received?"

"I'm not sure I can do this, but if you show me I promise I'll try. It wouldn't be fair to turn you down after you gave me so much pleasure."

"Very well then, let us switch places. Have a seat I my chair. Now open my fly and take my cock out." She unbuttoned his trousers, pulled them down altogether with his knickers. His cock sprang free and dangled in front of her face. "Do I have to take it inside my mouth?"

"There are other ways to pleasure a man, but yes, this time I want you to take it into your mouth."

"It's so big. I don't think I can get it in without choking."
"You will learn, now open up. Use your lips and tongue, move it in and out of your mouth."

She took the head of his cock in her mouth and started to play with her tongue.

"Very nice, you might as well suck a little on in." She did as instructed and closed her lips around the shaft applying some suction.

"Perfect, now open up further I'm pushing deeper inside." With this he pushed in until he reached the back of her throat causing her to gag. She drew her head backwards, coughing. 

"I told you it is too big, sorry I can't do this."
"You can and you will, you will gag and sometimes it will feel as if you would suffocate, but you will do it and learn how to take my cock because it is my wish."

Reluctantly she opened up again giving him access to her mouth. He slowly pushed his cock inside being careful not go too far and make her gag. He adapted a steady rhythm of in and out enjoying the velvet touch of her lips and tongue. She tried hard to please him by sucking and licking and was very careful not to accidentally bite him. With every push he went a little deeper until he reached the back of her throat again making her gag. The gag reflex opened her throat wide and this time he took the chance to hold her by the neck and push all the way in, locking his long shaft deep inside her throat. He kept her in this position until she started struggling for breath. Then he let loose of her pulling back until only the head of his prick was in her mouth. He let her breeze for a while and then started rocking his hips back and forth. He didn't force her to deepthroat him again, but continued his motion until he climaxed inside her mouth shooting streams of thick sperm into her mouth and down her throat. Her eyes grew wide realizing what was just happening. "Swallow, sweet Heather, swallow it all!" She gulped down his semen with tears in her eyes. "Very good, this was most satisfying. Thank you very much!"

"Why do you treat me like a whore? You put your penis in my mouth and force me to perform oral sex. You even make me eat your semen. This was disgusting."

"Wait a minute, young lady, I performed the same act on you and you liked it. You offered to do the same for me and that's what you just did." Still sniffing with tears she replied: "But I thought it would be a little romantic when you take my virginity."

"It will be romantic when I take your virginity, I promise. We will have a very romantic evening tomorrow night, now cheer up, it was your first blowjob and you did very well.

"Thank you, do you always have to push it all the way down nearly choking me?"

"No, not always. This time I couldn't resist trying if you could take the full length. I might do it again, but not each time you suck me. You will get used to it."

"So you will take my virginity tomorrow night?"

"Any objections?"

"No, I agree, just be gentle please, try not to hurt me, will you?"

"Not more than necessary, I promise. Now go back to your apartment and rest a little. We'll be seeing each other at breakfast, sleep well. Oh, one thing I almost forgot, your orders for tomorrow: first, get rid of your pubic hair; I want your pussy clean and soft like silk. Second, you may choose to wear any of the clothes you find in your wardrobe, just don't wear any underwear; no panties and no bra."




Heather



"O.K., understood. Do you really want me to shave off this hair? I will look like a little girl. Is that your intention, are you a pederast." 

"No, honestly, I'm not. I'm a connoisseur and besides, I don't want that hair tickle my nose when I give you oral pleasure the next time." 

She blushed and fled towards her quarters. 




Heather



Chapter One: Heather and Rachal 

Heather was halfway to their meeting. Her body was literally trembling as she drove. At last, she was about to meet the young woman who threatened to change her life. She was more aroused than she'd ever been in her life. So much so, last night, she'd fucked her husband silly. 

Despite her favourite missionary position, she'd fucked him every which way. There'd been two images in her head throughout her lovemaking. Rachal. And Miss Alluring. Heather had become so crazed she'd finally just had to get on top of her husband and grind her pussy into his face. 

Of course, it was Rach's face and tongue that were pleasuring her. Or was it Miss Alluring? Perhaps both? She smiled at the name that Rachal had christened her daughter's friend. Then she shivered at the recollection of her huge orgasm.

The coffee shop was an innocent venue for her first meeting with Rachal. She'd be there soon. When the young woman had sent her feedback on her story, she'd no idea what it would lead to. That it would eventually give her the confidence to bring her deepest fantasies into the open. 

At 41 Heather was feeling in the midst of a sexual renaissance. If she needed a spark to get her going, the sexy, free-spirited young temptress had provided it.

They'd met via the net and there was something about that first contact that had attracted Heather's attention. They immediately got on so well. When Rach had talked of her experiences, Heather had been infatuated. Especially when Rach had told her there was nothing quite like a woman's knowing touch. 

God, Heather had wanted that so much lately. She'd never been with a woman. Nor had she really thought about it until quite recently. But now, she constantly fantasised about a woman finding her attractive. Seducing her. She so needed that.

Rachal's words struck a chord. Whilst Heather lamented what she'd missed in coming of age, her new, young, friend suggested the importance of living in the present. That was so true. They'd both masturbated to their contact, their photographs. Now, they'd soon be meeting.

She glanced at the clock in her car. She was only ten minutes away. Rachal's text told her she'd already arrived. The fresh orange juice tasted good, she'd said. 

Heather's soft sigh indicated her growing nervousness. Rachal had confided that her relationship with her boyfriend was good. Their satisfactory sex life reflected their sexually adventurous attitude. Although he'd asked her to move in, that was a step too far. She enjoyed her independence and was pretty sure he wasn't 'the one'. But more than that, she had been hungry lately. Ravenous, she'd explained. 

It had been some time since she'd had a woman's touch. Too long. She didn't intend to cheat on her boyfriend, but maybe it was different with a woman? That wasn't really cheating. Was it?

Heather felt the same. She couldn't cheat on her loving husband. But was a relationship with another woman cheating?

Stopping at the traffic lights, Heather smiled to herself. Rach had told her she'd found a tiger. A suppressed tiger, but a tiger nonetheless. That Heather's need to be with another woman appealed. She'd said she could think of nothing more fulfilling than helping a straight woman reach out towards her potential. She could almost cum from the thought. Heather had masturbated at those words.

The first photograph Heather had sent had been tame. Yet Rach had told her that her natural beauty and smile was captivating. That made her feel good.

The second photograph wasn't tame. She was proud of it. Proud of her body. Sitting up in bed, wearing only panties, her full breasts stood thrusting and proud above her wonderfully flat stomach. If that didn't turn on her new friend, nothing would.

And the young woman hadn't held back when Heather asked her to tell her more about herself. She'd answered everything she'd been asked. And Heather knew she'd been very perceptive in her questions. She needed to make sure she was doing the right thing. 

Heather particularly liked Rach's approach to life. Still pretty young, she had no real ties. That helped form her outlook. Put simply, she told Heather she wanted to experience what life had to offer. When she settled down she wanted no regrets. Depite her current boyfriend, she knew she'd have to explore other relationships, with both sexes, before that time came.

Then there was that question. The million dollar question. She'd asked outright. Was Rachal trying to seduce her. Her heart leapt even now at the answer. It had been unequivocal. Absolutely, YES.

The discovery that they actually lived near each other was too good to be true. A half an hour's car journey apart. God, she was wet already.

If anything, the butterflies were worse as Heather eased her car into the parking lot. It was difficult to believe the time had finally come. During the journey, she'd experienced a mixture of emotions. Racked by fear and second thoughts. What she was about to do would either be the greatest experience of her life. Or, her greatest mistake. 

She could hear the blood rushing through her ears. Her heart pounded as she stepped out of the car and into the open air. Deep breaths, she told herself. Thirty seconds later, her sweaty hands had locked her car and she was heading towards the coffee shop entrance. 

***

She recognised Rachal immediately. She was sitting at the far end of the room. God, she could see her nipples through the tight red t-shirt. Glancing down, she realised she was also showing. 

Their hug was warm. The way they looked at each other told both women they were very happy with what they saw. Neither of their photographs had lied. Smalltalk served them until their drinks were served, their eyes hardly leaving one another. 

When the young waitress left them with a soft smile, Rachal leant a little closer across the small table. "Hello, baby," she half whispered, flashing a mischievous grin.

Heather smiled, her fingers playing around the edge of her cup. "I'm shaking so bad I can barely speak."

Rachal grinned again as she leant a little further forward. Heather felt a thrill run through her as the young woman took her hand and gently ran her thumb across her fingers. She jerked her head around the room to make sure they weren't being watched but made no attempt to pull her hand away.

"That's good," Rachal responded, with a soft laugh. She grinned at the beautiful, sexy brunette. Heather looked much younger than her forty-one years. "I'm shaking too.... partly from nervousness and partly from lust."

Heather stared across at the young temptress. Her blue-hazel eyes firmly returned the stare and suddenly it didn't feel right to look at her like that. Heather dropped her eyes but found they quickly seized on the perky breasts pushing nicely through the tight red t-shirt. If anything, her nipples were even more pronounced. It suddenly occurred to her how much she wanted to see this young woman naked.

It was as if Rachal could read her mind. "I want you so bad, Heather."

The tension rose another notch. Heather eased her legs slightly apart under the table, to relieve the pressure. Her pussy was tingling. "I want you too, Rach. This is such a turn on."

Rach turned Heather's hand upwards and began to run her long nail around the delicate palm. Soft, sensual, strokes "And that photograph! Baby, you have a smoking, hot body!"

The tingling in Heather's pussy turned into a furnace of desire. She wanted, needed, this young vixen to use her body in any way she chose.

A couple occupying the table to their left brought a swift end to their line of conversation. Heather felt Rachal attempt to hold onto her hand as she pulled it away. Her eyes widened but the dark haired young woman simply grinned at her. The look of concern she flashed, to tell Rachal they needed to be careful, had no effect. 

The young temptress brazenly reached her hand out again, across the table, and covered Heather's. "I told Alan that I didn't feel too good when he wanted to fuck me last night," she casually said. Her only concession was to lower her voice. "He was staying over at mine. Then when he went to sleep, I masturbated thinking of you. I came twice, Heather!"

Heather glanced across at the couple next to them to make sure they couldn't be overheard. The couple seemed preoccupied perusing the menu. She knew she was blushing. Rachal knew it, too, her eyes flickering with amusement.

"What?" she heard her new young friend ask. Her blush deepened. Rachal read her mind again. "You fucked your husband?" she asked, in a mock shocked tone.

Heather leant forward. Her voice was low. "I couldn't help it, Rach. I was so horny in anticipation of our meeting." She paused for a second. "But I was thinking of you." 

The dark haired twenty four year old nodded. "I should think so. And Miss Alluring, too perhaps?" 

Heather felt a bead of sweat break out on her forehead. She sat back in her chair as the waitress served the couple at the next table.

"Or maybe the three of us together?"

Her soft, smouldering eyes burned into Heather. How could this young woman be so perceptive? She stared back, a disbelieving look clouding her face. Before she could respond, Rachal continued.

"That's okay, Heather. I really want to hear all about that young minx." Her nail began to run little circles around Heather's palm again. "But first, tell me, have you really never been with a woman?"

Heather shook her head. She watched Rachal's eyes flicker to her breasts and knew her nipples must have been like organ stops. Would this tingling in her pussy never stop?

"Never," she responded, momentarily pausing to compose herself. "I've always been a pretty conservative, straight, married woman. I've really never thought about it until quite recently."

Rachal smiled knowingly. "How long have you been married?" she asked, taking a long sip of her orange juice.

The tension in Heather's face eased a little. It was almost as if the chance to talk about herself relieved some of the sexual tension. "I've been very happily married for a long-time. Nineteen years. I married young. My husband and I were lucky. At the time, we were so certain we were perfect for each other. In retrospect, I don't think a twenty two year old can know that. It just turned out that we were. He's been a wonderful husband and father."

Rachal smiled the most tender of smiles. Her eyes were stunning.

"I've never looked outside my marriage for physical pleasure," Heather continued. "I never thought I ever would, and I know my husband is the only man I will ever be with..." 

Rachal filled the brief pause. "But?"

Heather's smouldering dark eyes smiled, as she raised an eyebrow. "But... I've felt something of a sexual renaissance recently. With a daughter of nineteen and a son a year younger, and all their friends around, maybe I've been breathing teenage hormones too much?" 

They both laughed, the sound of two people enjoying each other's company. For the first time, Heather felt more relaxed. Her body remained on fire. Her arousal high. But now she felt more comfortable with it.

"While in practice I'm quite conservative," she explained, sipping at her drink. "Between my ears I allow myself whatever desire strikes me." 

"And you desire a woman?"

Heather nodded, sitting back and smiling. "Whether I could really do that physically, I don't know, Rach. What I do know is that between my ears alone isn't enough. That's why I am so glad I found you. I want to explore this. I want to give and receive pleasure with a real person, a real woman more precisely."

"That sounds pretty definite," the dark haired young woman remarked, her voice warm and confident.

Heather gave a soft sigh as she stared into Rachal's eyes. It was more a statement of intent, rather than any indecision. "Yes," she eventually said. "It is."

"And now you're spoilt for choice?" A puzzled look ran across Heather's face. "Me or Miss Alluring," Rachal grinned.

Heather laughed. "Doh!"

"Tell me about her."

"You want details?" she asked, smiling broadly and laughing out loud.

Rachal nodded. "You told me she's been your masturbation fantasy..."

Heather's blush returned. She took a deep breath, pausing before each sentence as she spoke. "She's a good friend of my daughter's. I imagine her staying the night. In the middle of the night, I can't sleep. So I go downstairs to the living room. She arrives. Seduces me. Takes me. Then she guides me as I take her." 

She gave a longer pause. Both could feel the sexual tension again. Heather's smile just barely touched the corners of her lips. "In my female fantasies, I am definitely submissive."

Heather hoped the hint hadn't gone unnoticed. It hadn't. Rachal nodded, staring at the beautiful brunette with a twinkle in her eye. "She's fit?" she asked.

The sparkle in Heather's eyes provided the answer. "You should see her in low rise jeans," she purred, running a hand through her silken hair.

Rachal's eyes watched her breasts rise and fall with the movement of her arm. She leant forward, conspiratorially. "And is her body as smoking hot as yours? Tanned? Long legs? Flat stomach? Voluptuous breasts?" 

Heather's eyes narrowed at the words. This young temptress had a way of sending electricity through her and to her wet pussy. 

Rachal took hold of her hand again. Her eyes dropped to the nipples that were again pushing through Heather's thin blue blouse. "And are her nipples just begging to be sucked, like yours?"

Heather gasped, lost in the moment. "Her body is even better than mine," was all she could think to answer.

Rachal's smouldering eyes held hers. "Impossible," she decisively stated, gripping Heather's hand more tightly to pull her closer. "Is she as fuckable as you, Heather?"

Chapter Two: Rachal makes Heather a woman

"When can we meet again?" Heather asked, as they walked to the parking lot. The way Rach had automatically linked arms with her gave her a warm feeling that spread from her head to toes. She smelled good, like coconut.

"Again? We haven't finished."

"Haven't finished? Rach, I need to get back."

Rachal stopped in her tracks, pulling Heather to a halt beside her. For a second she stepped away, brushing her fingers through her dark hair. Holding Heather's gaze, pulled her above-the-shoulder length back into a short, high ponytail.

"Why?" she asked, her alert eyes never wavering from Heather's face. 

"My husband will be home soon."

"Ring him," Rachal said, linking arms again. She hurried them towards her car, coincidentally parked next to Heather's. "I'll drop you back here later," she told her, opening the passenger side door. 

Heather hesitated. Her apprehension was quite apparent. "Where are we going?" she nervously asked. 

"My apartment," she said, grinning widely. "Get in."

***

The ten-minute journey was enough time for Heather to call her husband and make an excuse. She finished the conversation just as Rachal drove around to the rear of the apartment complex. She took the only vacant space in the secluded parking area. 

Unfastening their seat belts, the two women turned to look at one another. There were no words. Heather felt a delicious chill as Rachal reached out and slid her slim fingers through her hair. The sensation ran from her nipples to her pussy with each soft caress. Suddenly the hand was caressing the back of her neck. She felt Rachal slowly pull her toward her, dipping her head low as their lips met for the first time.

Heather was in heaven.

She gasped and Rachal took the opportunity to slide her mouth in closer, pushing her tongue between Heather's soft lips. Their heads rocked into one another hypnotically as their kiss deepened. Slowly, Rachal's delicate fingers were crawling up her body, pausing for a second at swell of the firm breast. She let her thumb momentarily caress the soft under-globe, before rising to cup the voluptuous breast through the thin fabric. 

Heather gasped happily as she felt her hard nipple being tweaked under the expert fingers. She pulled back a second to watch her breast being fondled before quickly dropping her head to resume their passionate kiss. 

When their kiss broke, Heather gasped for air. She met Rachal's smouldering eyes. The young temptress slowly unbuttoned Heather's blue blouse, her eyes holding the nervous woman's gaze as each button was undone. She pulled the edges of the blouse apart and suddenly, her fingers were on Heather's bra. She roughly yanked up each cup. 

The wonderfully full and firm breasts bounced free before settling. Heather groaned at the effect. Rachal gasped at the sight.

The young lips slid first to her left globe. They licked around the wonderful breast before sliding to the other, leaving a trail of saliva behind them. Heather sucked in a ragged breath through her teeth, tipping her head back and closing her eyes. Her moans filled the air as Rachal licked at her erect nipple, her long tongue darting circles around the sensitive aureole. 

She slipped one hand around to cradle the full breast as she suckled, her other hand working its way down between Heather's legs. As she began to firmly rub her mound, Heather pushed her hips upwards and gave out a low, throaty groan. Her back pushed against the seat as she arched herself, allowing the sucking lips and rubbing hand better access.

Rachal's head nodded imperceptibly. Her eyes gleamed as she took the hard nipple into her mouth. Heather moaned aloud, loving the way her would be lover sucked on it, circling it with her tongue and rapidly flicking it. Her legs opened wider to better the hand that continued working her still clad pussy. 

Rachal responded to each groan by sucking and licking mercilessly. The combination of her pleasuring lips and masturbating hand were producing their magic. Heather could feel herself approaching her peak. Her breathing became ever more rapid. Her pants became moans, then cries. 

With a final groan, she screamed out as the most powerful orgasm of her life broke. It hit her in waves, finding every nerve ending in her body. She was sure she momentarily blacked out. 

When her eyes eventually fluttered open, Rachal's beautiful blue-hazel eyes were smiling at her. "Hi, babe. How do you feel?"

Heather's body was still heaving from her climax. Her lazy grin indicated her state of satisfaction.

Rachal grinned. "Good. We've only just started..."

***

Immediately they entered Rachal's apartment, Heather found herself pinned back against the door. Her eyes narrowed as another burst of arousal overwhelmed her. The young woman wasn't leaving her time to think.

Their mouths met again. The kiss was urgent. This time Heather returned fire with fire. Her lips sucked on Rachal's probing tongue as the young temptress's hand slithered to her mound. 

"Still feels hot," she moaned into Heather's open mouth. "Good, baby?" 

The question was rhetorical. The writhing underneath her hand conveyed the answer. Her mouth slithered to Heather's neck. She gave a soft bite.

Heather's eyes widened. It would be difficult to hide that from her husband.

"I don't care," Rachal whispered, as if reading Heather's mind. "That's my mark. You're mine now. And starting now, each of the desires you've told me are about to come true."

Everything she'd told the young woman flashed through Heather's mind in a matter of seconds. Her arousal increased further with each fleeting thought. The fingers flicking open the button on her blue jeans brought her back to the present. The zip made a metallic noise as Rachal yanked it down. Her hand slithered inside. 

Heather involuntarily opened her legs to allow her soon to be lover more freedom. Rachal's hand brushed her engorged clitoris through her favourite black silk panties. Heather's moan turned into a gasp when the searching fingers slipped under the material and ran through her covering of dark hair. When the finger slid inside her wetness, her head went back, her legs opened wider, her eyes closed. 




Heather



She surrendered to the sensation, frantically humping her pussy against the pleasuring hand. Rachal worked her fingers faster. 

"Time to cum again, baby," she teasingly whispered. When she flicked the bucking woman's g-spot, Heather screamed out. Her sweet nectar flooded Rachal's hand as she came.

***

Heather realised that Rachal had tenderly held her against the door she recovered. The young woman kissed her gently as her breathing was settling. 

"Ready for home now?" she asked.

Heather rapidly shook her head. Her eyes remained full of lustful expectation. "Not yet. I want to make you cum, Rach. I want you to use me. Please."

Rachal smiled into her deep brown eyes. Without speaking, she yanked up her red t-shirt, exposing her small breasts. Her hands grabbed Heather's hair and jerked her head to her treasures. What the older woman lacked in experience, she made up in enthusiasm. Her need consumed her as her greedy mouth licked and sucked from one to the other. She couldn't get enough. 

Growling, Rachal pushed down on the slim shoulders. Heather willingly slid to her knees. Her trembling hands slipped under the pleated skirt. Grabbing the waistband of Rachal's thong, she tore it from the slim, young, body. With deft fingers, the skirt quickly followed. Rachal's smooth treasure glistened in front of her eyes. 

Heather needed this. She had to have it. Her tongue and lips were tentative but the younger woman's smell and taste was a powerful aphrodisiac. 

Grabbing the back of Rachal's thighs to steady herself, she began to lick along the sweet wetness. Her first woman. The tangy taste was intoxicating. Her eyes feasted on the swollen clit. It was begging to be sucked. Heather flicked it with her tongue. God, that felt good. Her head softly rotated as she licked it. 

Rachal's louder moans drove her on. Instinct had taken over. So had lust. Her hands moved upwards to grasp the sweet young ass as she took the clit into her mouth. Her fingernails may have drawn blood, so tightly did she dig them into the rounded buttocks. She didn't care. She was preoccupied, out of control, alternately sucking on the slippery nubbin and then rapidly flicking it with her tongue. 

The throaty growls signalled Rachal's orgasm. Her young thighs gripped the pleasuring head between them. She shouted Heather's name as she came. And came hard.

Heather wanted more. Needed more. She slid two fingers inside and began to fuck the now soaking pussy. After a few seconds of rapid finger fucking, she felt the dark haired young woman buck again. Rachal hadn't lied when she'd told her she could cum continuously.

As her young lover orgasmed again, Heather gratefully licked and lapped at the creamy juices between the young thighs. She couldn't get enough. A tigress had been released. 

Chapter Three: The BBQ

The timing was both good and bad, depending on your perspective. Heather wasn't sure what her perspective was. Her husband had just left for New York for the week. That was rare, but when the business deal had arisen, he'd been given little choice. 

It was unfortunate in the sense that they had both been looking forward to her brother's stay with them for a few days. They got on well together and his business activities meant he'd miss his entire visit.

On the other hand, Rachal had suggested to Heather that it couldn't have worked out better. She'd told her new lover of some of her naughtiest thoughts. As Heather was finding out, the free spirited young woman had been fascinated and promised to help her make every one of them come true.

That wasn't what she wanted. It was enough for her just to have those forbidden fantasies. Rach simply grinned. She knew Heather better than she thought.

The barbeque had been a great idea, an ideal way of welcoming her brother to their home. And it had gone so well. Her kids had invited a number of their friends and with a few neighbours there too, the atmosphere had been lively. 

Taking a few seconds away from the others just to catch her thoughts, the beautiful, sexy brunette glanced across at her brother. He was engrossed in conversation with Rachal. Heather had wondered about the advisability of inviting her new lover, but knew she wanted her there. After all, her husband was away. She wanted Rach to see her home. She wanted her to meet Miss Alluring, too.

Taking a long sip of her cool drink, Heather found her mind returning to her younger days. She used to tease her brother mercilessly. It stemmed back to her early teens, when she was very curious about boys. She'd often thought of pulling down his pants and playing with his cock. She blushed a little at the thought, her dark eyes peering at her brother as he shared a joke with Rach. 

Then there was one time when they were sitting on the couch together. She'd pointed to his crotch and teasingly asked him if he had hair down there yet. Whilst he didn't freak out, it was clear he was embarrassed and didn't want to play along. She'd been so disappointed.

As she hadn't seen him for some time, Heather had been looking forward to his visit for a few weeks. Her husband being away had simply added a little intrigue. 

Her eyes turned to her kids. They were enjoying themselves around the pool with the majority of their friends. They'd both been looking forward to seeing their Uncle, too. Not that she expected them to spend much time with her brother. Being typical teenagers, they had so many friends and a million different interests.

Kyle was as tall as his father but more slender. It was amazing how quickly he'd grown up. Heather was proud of him. Athletic and handsome, it was a surprise that he didn't yet have a girlfriend. She often wondered about his body. Would he be the same as his father? No, she told herself. Push that thought to the back of her mind. Despite Rachal's suggestion she should surprise him in the shower! She laughed to herself as she pushed a loose strand of hair away from her eyes. That girl was wicked!

The sound of laughter interrupted her thoughts. It was Rachal's laugh, loud and clear. She was sitting beside Kyle now, in the middle of his group of friends. Did that girl have no inhibitions?

She watched them chat, unsure of her feelings as the beguiling young woman clearly flirted with her son. Suddenly, all of the boys burst out in raucous laughter. Whatever joke Rachal had shared had caused some amusement. 

Heather smiled to herself, slowly walking across the grass towards the pool. It always such fun when her kids had their friends around. They were always such good company too. Kyle's friends were all goofy teenage boys, all good for a laugh. Heather knew they thought she was hot. Her daughter had overheard their conversations and taken great delight in telling her mother. 

And even tonight, she'd been the subject of a few admiring glances. She had to admit that she was turned on when those boys checked her out. Not that she'd ever do anything too much to encourage it. She didn't want to embarrass her son. And she was aware they already teased him about her. 

And in any case, even had she been tempted, her husband was just too much man for those poor horny boys to overcome!

Too much man. But what about woman? She stared across the pool area at her masturbation fantasy. Miss Alluring looked as good as ever. She had almost flawless skin and the way her tiny waist swelled out to wonderfully curvy hips made Heather's heart skip a beat.

But it was her D cup breasts that captivated Heather the most. She looked luscious tonight, in just a striped bikini top with black bottoms. She found it difficult to stop staring. The lithe eighteen year-old just exuded sexuality. 

She had a way of looking into Heather's eyes and just holding her gaze. It seemed completely without emotion. Try as she might, Heather couldn't read her at all. But when her brown eyes seized Heather's, it just made her pussy drool. She'd done so tonight. Twice.

It wasn't like Heather to dress without a bra. She didn't know what it was that had made her do that tonight. She knew she looked hot in the tight pair of black shorts and white t-shirt. The way her nipples pushed through the fabric seemed to have captured the attention of all the goofy young boys. But each time Miss Alluring had looked into her eyes, her gaze had also flickered to Heather's breasts. Even looking across at her now, she could feel herself become wet.

"I know who you're looking at," a voice in her ear purred.

Heather gave a start and some of her drink slopped over the edge of her glass. 

Rachal laughed. "I can understand why. She's everything you said."

For some reason, Heather felt herself blush. She felt her pussy tingle as she looked at her young lover. Rachal reached out and took Heather's glass. Throwing back her head, she drained what remained of the drink. 

"I thought you'd be on alcohol," she purred. Before Heather could reply, she added, "Kyle's a real cutie."

The beautiful brunette suddenly felt protective of her son. "Rach..."

Her young lover laughed. "I thought you wanted him to learn the ropes with an older woman?"

Heather paused. That was exactly what she had thought for some time now. When she'd confided that to her young lover, Rachal had asked if she was old enough. They'd both laughed. Now, it seemed much more real. 

Rachal tugged her bare forearm, interrupting her thought. "Could we go inside?"

"Why," Heather asked, feeling a surge of arousal course through her loins at the thought of what this young woman might have in mind.

Rachal raised her eyebrows. It was enough to convey her intentions. Without awaiting a further response, she linked Heather's arm and led her indoors. They paused for a moment, Heather loving the control that Rachal exerted over her. 

"Your office," the young temptress said with a grin. "We won't be disturbed there."

Heather's heart missed a beat. She let out a faint whimper at the dangerous situation, "My kids are here. My brother, too..."

"I know," Rachal smiled, glancing across at the door. "That's why we need somewhere safe. Deliciously wicked, don't you think?"

The colour that hit Heather's face was matched by the shortness of breath that suddenly consumed her. With a single gulp, she turned on her heels, leading her young lover down to her office in the basement. Once inside, she quickly closed the door, as if that protected them from the outside world. 

"The floor," Rachal said, pulling her nervous lover into the room. "Lie down."

Heather looked at her dark haired temptress. Then down at the rug that covered part of the floor. She sat down, easing herself back on her elbows.

"No baby, lie down," Rachal instructed. 

Her hands worked on her shorts as she spoke. Her shimmy as they slid down her legs fired Heather's arousal even higher. Her black thong followed, then the yellow t-shirt, pulled over her head in one movement. 

"You like?" she asked, provocatively twirling in one motion. 

She stepped across Heather's body, straddling her, allowing the prone woman to feast on her nakedness. The older woman licked her lips, her eyes fixed on the young pussy as it lowered itself. Her low growl as Rachal gently sat across her stomach and pushed up her t-shirt was like a homing signal. 

She watched hypnotically as the young woman leant forward, covering the short distance between their mouths. She bit on Heather's lower lip and then slipped her tongue into her mouth. The kiss was frantic, urgent.

As Rachal's mouth made love to her, her hands cupped Heather's magnificent breasts. The kiss deepened. It became hotter and more passionate. Rachal's hands explored both of Heather's full breasts, gently squeezing and savouring each delectable mound. The erect nipples felt like twin pinpoints of heat burning against each palm. 

Heather's growl was louder, longer, as the dark haired young woman's mouth slid downwards, her searching mouth taking control of each nipple in turn. She cried out as Rachal sucked each bud inside, her lips forming a tight seal around the soft flesh. Her tongue flicked against the hard nipple and Heather felt she might cum just from the sensations flowing from her breasts to her pussy.

Suddenly, Rachal was on the move again. She began to slither upwards, her wet pussy sliding and caressing across Heather's naked mounds. Heather moaned aloud. She needed this. To be used. She could feel the undulating temptress rubbing against her skin, the wet juices providing an oily platform across her breasts and nipples. 

Slowly, she felt the young woman begin to fuck her tits. The scent of her young lover filled her nostrils. It was intoxicating. Her back arched as she attempted to gain more friction on her breasts. Her hands reached for the undulating hips. She wanted to be used. Wanted the young aggressor to pleasure herself on her.

Rachal read the signs. Her body eased upwards towards Heather's face. She hovered, allowing her aroma to permeate the prone woman's senses. "Want me baby?" she purred, her voice thick with arousal.

It was a rhetorical question. Heather felt Rachal cover her hands with her own. She slid them sensuously to her ass as she began to rotate her body. The way she eased down, just a little, seemed almost in slow motion. Heather strained up, stretching out her tongue, but couldn't quite reach. 

Her hands dug into the perfect, ass, attempting to pull Rachal down onto her face. She could smell her, feel the heat coming off the young pussy that was dripping with arousal. 

"Please..." she begged. Her tone conveyed her need.

It was time. Rachal allowed Heather to pull her pussy into her questing mouth. Heather delighted in the young woman's grown of arousal. Thrilled at the way her lover's hands found her hair. Loved the rough way she jerked Heather's face into her. 

As Rachal began to grind herself against the beautiful face, Heather's fingernails dug tighter into the firm, young ass. A sign of approval. Of acquiescence. She flattened her feet on the rug to push her own hips upwards into the empty air, as Rachal smothered her wetness again and again across her face. 

The submissive pose felt exhilarating. The fingers gripping her hair and yanking her head closer were intoxicating. The feel of Rachal grinding her pussy into her face was intoxicating. Her syrupy juices already covered her lips, nose, chin, and forehead. Both women growled, one from giving and the other from receiving. 

She pushed her face upwards, savouring the taste. Her mouth found Rachal's aroused clit. It was standing to attention and Heather frantically sucked it into her wet mouth.

Rachal cried out at the contact, bucking her hips more urgently down into the beautiful face. Heather's sharp fingertips dug into her ass. Her mouth was devouring her. She sucked, licked and nipped as she drove her young lover towards her goal. The long, low growls told Heather that Rachal was close. Her orgasm was closing in. She wanted it more that she'd wanted anything in her life. 

Her mouth eagerly hoovered up the wonderfully tangy love juices as the young woman above her began to lose control. Her bottom lifted as she exploded. Her honeyed juices gushed forth like a spring. Heather's hands gripped the violently shaking hips, drinking in the sweet nectar with a feeling of satisfaction unlike anything she'd previously experienced.

Chapter Four: Oiling Miss Alluring

Rach had been as good as her word. Slowly, she was bringing alive each of Heather's innermost desires. In between their bouts of love making, she'd recounted many of her experiences. And Heather had confided every sexual thought that had ever entered her mind.

She felt alive. Sexually liberated.

This afternoon, Miss Alluring had just arrived. She was spending the afternoon at Heather's, lounging around the pool with them. From the moment she'd walked in the door, the captivating young beauty was stealing glances at Heather. It seemed to her that the eighteen year old was deliberately looking right into her eyes. Her intense, 'I want you' look, had sent the older woman's feelings of arousal to dangerous levels.

As Heather silently made her way up the stairs, her heart was pounding. It had been a couple of minutes since her daughter had taken her friend to her bedroom. It wouldn't take long for them to change into their swimsuits. If she timed it right, she might catch them naked. Oh God! Her heart began to beat even harder at the mental image that formed in her mind.

The sunscreen in her hand would offer them some protection from the heat of the day. And offer her a perfect excuse for walking in on the two young women. 

It wasn't to be. When she reached her daughter's room, the two of them had already changed into their bikinis. Her heart sank, but despite her disappointment, she smiled at them both. 

Oh God! Miss Alluring gave her that gaze.

"You need sunscreen on, girls," she told them, attempting to keep her tone casual. It wasn't easy. "Here, take plenty. I'll help with your backs."

She was sure her fingers were shaking as she poured the oil into her daughter's and Miss Alluring's palms. Stay calm, she told herself as the two young women began to cover themselves. Just watching Miss Alluring's hands glide over her body felt sensual. 

After covering as much of her skin as possible, her daughter turned around to allow her mother to massage the oil into her back. With a little shiver as her mother completed the task, she gave a playful giggle and headed downstairs.

Miss Alluring had been waiting patiently. She finished spreading the lotion on herself, watching Heather's eyes as she did. Slowly, she turned her back as she unfastened the bikini strap. Their eyes met again in the mirror. Heather smiled as she began to apply the sunscreen to the perfect skin.

She took her time, slowly rubbing the lotion in. For a moment they didn't speak. Their eyes remained locked on one another in the mirror. Heather wondered what Rach would say. But then, she already knew. Time to take a chance. Grab the opportunity.  

"You've become a really beautiful young woman," she softly purred. Miss Alluring's eyes sparkled back at her, glowing at the compliment. She continued, her voice wavering slightly as she added, "And I am so jealous of your breasts." 

The young girl blushed, seemingly too embarrassed at Heather's words to respond.

Heather ignored the dryness in her mouth as she continued. "You shouldn't be embarrassed, baby. You should be proud of your body. And pleased that you're so desirable."

As she spoke, Heather slid her hands from the young back and glided them along Miss Alluring's sides. Her skin felt so smooth and she felt herself give a little shiver at the feel of such soft flesh. 

Time to take another chance. Her fingertips easily slid along the sides of the young breasts. They were so soft. It was all Heather could do to stop herself taking them fully into her hands. It was so very difficult not too. But this way, should the young beauty make any objection, she could pretend that the touch was accidental.

No objection came. In fact, the little "Oh," that Miss Alluring gave was a clear indication of the delicious sensations created by the caressing touch. Heather smiled at the young beauty in the mirror. That soft stare came back. 

Time for another test. "Can I see your breasts?" she suddenly asked the now heavily panting young girl.

For a few moments, the only sound was each woman's breathing. Louder and quicker than normal. Their reflections in the mirror stared at one another. Heather shivered from the thought of having taken things a step too far. Was the unusual request to prove her downfall? Without warning, she had her answer. 

Miss Alluring raised her hands and lifted her top. The large, young, breasts stood out, firm and proud. 




Heather



Heather stood transfixed. Her deep brown eyes were glued to the quite magnificent globes thrusting themselves towards her. 

Just as quickly, they were gone. Miss Alluring suddenly appeared to feel a pang of shyness, covering herself again. But not before Heather's warm smile signalled her approval. 

"Thank you," she purred. "I think you're the most beautiful young woman I've ever seen." 

Miss Alluring blushed again. As she hurriedly redid her strap, the heaving of her chest indicated her excitement. Quietly, she strolled over and opened the door. Just as she was about to leave, she paused and looked back. For the first time, she spoke. 

"Can I see yours?" she asked, her eyes fixed on Heather.

The beautiful older woman felt herself tremble at the request. She wanted the young woman to see her. As she slowly lifted her t-shirt, Miss Alluring stared at the full, naked breasts on display. Heather's nipples were hard.

"You're beautiful, too," the young beauty simply said. Her hair bounced as she swung around and left the room.

Heather's heart was ready to burst out of her chest. There was only one thing to do. The orgasm she gave herself in her basement office was as intense as it was instant.

***

The day had gone well. Heather had remained on a high after her brief encounter with Miss Alluring. The secretive glances they'd subsequently shared had only added to her arousal. Only now, with her kids having just made their way to bed, could she relax. 

"Had a good evening?" Heather asked, handing her brother his nightcap. As he took it and lifted his legs back onto the sofa, she flopped down into the chair across from him.

"Great, just great," he answered, holding his glass out and clinking it with hers.

"You look tired."

Her brother laughed, taking a long sip from his drink. "I'm exhausted. But I'm looking forward to spending the day with Kyle tomorrow." 

"Where are the two of you going?"

Her brother laughed again, his eyes crinkling the way they did when he found something funny. "I have no idea. He said he had it all planned out, so we'll see what he has in mind. When we return, I'll make dinner for the four of us." 

"You?" Heather teased, running a finger around the rim of her glass. "Make dinner?"

He pulled himself up slightly on the sofa. "You'll be surprised. By the way, your house is incredible, sis. I love it." 

"We're lucky," Heather responded, savouring a soft mouthful from her glass. "It's great for the kids. We love the place, too." 

"And so you should. My place is a shoe box compared to this."

"And it's quiet and relaxing," she added, sitting forward. "I just love the way we have things outside. It's heaven. What with the hot tub and the pool, it adds an extra dimension when you're sunbathing."

"Yeah, I think I'll try the tub tomorrow. By the way, I remember you sunbathing," he laughed. His voice sounded a little nervous, his tone a little higher than before.

"We often sunbathed," Heather replied with a puzzled look. She turned more directly to face him.

"Yes, but this time you decided to tease your brother."

Heather sat up. She knew exactly what her brother was referring too. She'd thought of the incident many times herself. Even masturbated to it occasionally. 

They'd both been in college but were home for the summer. Heather had been sunbathing, laying on her stomach with her top untied. With just one hand holding her top in place as she'd adjusted her position, she'd somehow had exposed her right breast. When her brother had stared at her, she'd instantly felt aroused.

"Remember the water hose?" he asked.

Remember? How could she forget? Some time after the accidental exposure, she'd grabbed the hose and passed it to him. Cool her down, she'd told him. When he began to spray her, she'd exposed her right breast again. Deliberately, this time. He'd bolted like a bunny into the house. 

"No," she lied.

"Yes you do," he countered, swinging around on the sofa. "You seemed to have some fixation on showing me your tits."

Heather felt a shudder of arousal. "Only the one," she answered.

"So you do remember?"

She laughed and took another lazy sip from her glass. "I remember you bolting for the house."

"I was shy."

She laughed again. A throatier laugh this time. "You certainly were."

"But you know what, sis?"

She raised her eyebrows expectantly.

"You had the prettiest breast I'd ever seen."

Heather felt her breathing quicken. She wasn't expecting this sort of conversation. "Had?" she teased. "You mean you've seen better?"

His face went serious for a second. "Well, it was so long ago. How's a guy to remember?"

They stared at one another. The sudden tension was palpable. Heather broke it, rising from her comfortable chair and thumping her glass on the table beside her.

"Bed time, little brother."

He rose with her. He drained his drink and placed his glass beside hers. "Good idea. I need some sleep."

As Heather turned away, his voice stopped her. "Heather..."

She turned to face him. Her arousal was building. "Yes?"

"Can I see them again?"

She stopped in her tracks. "You're my brother for goodness sake!" she exclaimed, running a hand through her hair.

"I was your brother when you flashed me the last time," he retorted, his eyes narrowing.

She sighrd, slowly shaking her head.

"Please. Just once."

She hesitated. Her heart was pounding. She realised she actually wanted this. Wanted him to see her full, firm breasts. Just as she had all those years ago. Slowly, she pulled up her blue top. Her naked breasts sprang into view, bouncing slightly. As her brother gasped, her nipples hardened and an electrical current found its way to her pussy.

He took a step towards her. His hand felt so soft as it reached out and cupped her right breast. The way he squeezed the soft, heavy mound stiffened her nipple even further.

She wanted to take his other hand and roughly press both to her breasts. But common sense took over. She stared at him for a second before somehow finding the willpower to gently place her hand over his. She grabbed two of his fingers and bent them backwards.

"Ahh," he moaned, in pain.

"You said, look, not touch," she muttered. With her last hint of resolve, she turned around and walking to her room. This was her little brother. Her shy, little brother. 

Chapter Five: Rachal and her boyfriend

Heather had masturbated throughout the previous night. First, it was to thoughts of her brother. Then, to images of Rachal. But it was Miss Alluring who featured most. She recollected the soft feel of the young girl's breasts, the way her young eyes had stared at her, their requests to see each other's breasts. The tantalising young girl was a powerful aphrodisiac. 

The opportunity to spend more time with her this afternoon had seen her rise early to complete her morning chores. She'd even had time to shop. The food she carried back into the house provided plenty of alternatives for her brother when he cooked dinner that evening. She gave a soft laugh at the thought. Now that, she just had to see.

Now, she had enough time available to make sure she had full value from Miss Alluring's visit. And the fact that her brother and Kyle were spending the day together only added to the feeling of intimacy.

When she returned to the house, her daughter had been in her bikini all morning. She quickly changed too, and the two of them were enjoying the sun's rays when Miss Alluring arrived, immediately heading upstairs to change. 

Although Heather doubted that this presented any sort of opportunity, instinct saw her follow the girl upstairs. Sensibly, she headed for her own bedroom, pottering around and keeping herself occupied whilst she waited to hear her masturbatory fantasy head downstairs.

Instead, she had a light tap on the door. Her heart skipped another beat when the young woman nervously entered the bedroom. She seemed bashful. 

"Would you mind outing more sunscreen on my back?"

Heather was sure the youngster would be able to see the shiver that ran through her. "Of course," she croaked, attempting to make her voice sound matter of fact. She turned to the door. "It's in the master bathroom."

The young temptress followed her. Without speaking, she took up a position at the counter in front of a mirror, as if she wanted to watch Heather again. 

Heather's stomach lurched. She watched the beautiful young woman untie the back strap. With a couple of deep breaths, she began to rub in the lotion. Slowly. Their eyes never left each other in the wide mirror.

Heather repeated her strokes from yesterday. But this time, her movements were gentler. More of a caress. When her fingertips reached the sides of her breasts, she became bolder. With little circular motions, she allowed her fingers to take a little more of each firm globe into her hands. 

The soft groan she elicited from Miss Alluring gave Heather confidence. The teenager made no objection. She began to breath faster. Her body pushed back into Heather.

The beautiful older woman could resist no longer. She'd done this so many times in her fantasies. This time it was for real. Her hands took possession of the wonderfully full breasts. She let out a soft groan as she mashed them. 

Her actions released a valve in the young woman. "Oh yes, oh yes." 

Her words emboldened Heather. So did the moans that grew with every continuous stroke of the sexy, older woman's caressing hands. She slid a leg forward, placing it between Miss Alluring legs. The teenager began to grind down onto it. 

The two women stayed that way for some time. Miss Alluring looked as if she was in heaven. Heather certainly was.

Without warning, the teenager reached down and started to rub her pussy. Her actions made Heather shudder and she kneaded the gravity defying breasts harder. Feeling the hardened nipples against her palms. 

Miss Alluring's groans increased. She bit her lips. The hand inside her bikini bottoms moved faster. She was unable to stop herself. Her whole body began to quiver and shake. She began to spiral out of control. Her body pushed back against Heather as her orgasm exploded from her. 

It was wonderful. Heather had never imagined the ferocity of the girl's orgasm, even in the wildest of her masturbatory moments. She reluctantly allowed the firm breasts to slip from her grasp, letting the young beauty come down from her high. It took some time for her shaking to stop. When it did, she turned to Heather. 

For a second, they looked into one another's eyes. Heather gave a nervous smile. "Wow, that was intense."

They half laughed. Miss Alluring slid her arms around Heather's neck. As she hugged her, she whispered, "I want to make you cum, too." 

It was so tempting. Almost irresistibly so. But the beautiful, older woman knew they'd been there too long already.

"I'd love you to," she whispered into the soft ear beside her lips. "But I think we need to get outside before we're interrupted." She gently smiled at the disappointed look on the young girl's face. "But, I can't wait too long. I'll text you when an opportunity comes along. Then we can get into bed and take our time." 

The teenager beamed with all the confidence of youth.

***

"You made her cum?" Rachal almost shouted. She'd listened patiently to Heather recounting her experience with Miss Alluring.

Heather moved the receiver to her other ear. After what had happened, she'd felt compelled to telephone her young lover. 

"It was unbelievable, Rach. You should see her body when she cums. Her whole body quivers and shakes. It was so amazing to watch her totally lose control."

"How do you feel now?"

"Oh God, I am sooo horny. I'm going to fuck that girl so hard. She's going to whimper and scream my name." The pitch of her voice rose as her arousal grew. It was arousing enough last night, but this has capped it."

"Last night?"

Heather paused. In her excitement, she'd only told her young lover of today's events. "My brother felt my breast," she said, her voice dropping a level from fever pitch.

"He what?" she asked, her voice rising the way it did whenever she became turned on herself.

Heather gave a nervous laugh, before quickly explaining the events of the previous evening.

"He asked you to expose yourself and you did?"

Heather felt herself blushing. Yes, she had.

"How did it make you feel?" Rachal continued.

"So aroused," Heather admitted. "I masturbated last night thinking of him fucking me."

She heard the excited release of breath at the other end of the phone. "Fuck, that is SO hot. Is he around now?"

"No, still sleeping. He won't be up until much later."

"You gotta fuck him, Heather!"

"Rach!!" Despite her shocked response, the words reverberated around her head. 

"Miss Alluring and your brother! An embarrassment of riches! Who to fuck first?" 

Heather shivered at the sound of the delicious laugh at the other end of the phone. Her body felt on fire. 

"Rach, I'm dripping wet. I want you so bad. Tell me you're jealous. After I've fucked her, I want to fuck you. I just want you to burst in here afterwards and take what you deserve. I want to do everything right now. Suck pussy. Suck a huge cock..." 

The young temptress felt her own arousal grow. The beautiful, older woman talking to her was close to being out of control. "Baby, I have an idea."

Heather hesitated. She loved Rachal's ideas. "What?" she tentatively asked.

"Come over here. Now. Then I'll show you."

Heather slipped a hand down her shorts. Her wetness covered her fingers and she felt close to cumming, there and then. Her lover's fingers would be sweeter. "I shouldn't..."

"Oh but you should," came the confident reply. "Now get your smoking hot body over here. I'll be waiting..."

***

Heather gasped. She hadn't expected Rach's nakedness. Within thirty seconds of pulling her into her apartment, Rach had the beautiful, older woman naked too. 

The hand that tugged her towards the bedroom felt warm and irresistible. "I've a surprise for you," Rachal half whispered.

The naked man lying flat on the bed took Heather's breath away. His hands were behind his head, as if he was enjoying a leisurely nap. If it were not for his wide-open eyes, and impressive erection, he could have been. 

"This is David," Rachal explained, pushing Heather down on the edge of the bed. 

She sauntered backwards to the other side of the bed, her smouldering blue-hazel eyes holding Heather's. She flopped down and wrapped her hand around her boyfriend's large cock. 

"Told you he was big," she murmured, lowering her lips to his hardness. 

Heather had never seen anything as erotic. An eerie feeling of faintness overcame her as she watched Rachal slide her mouth over her boyfriend's hard cock. Her body began to shake with excitement. She gave out a long sigh. 

As Rachal sucked, the pronounced movement of her cheeks brought back memories of porn movies Heather had seen. With a start, she realised that even while she worked on her boyfriend, her young lover had been watching her reaction. Her eyes were gleaming at her. 

Rachal pulled her mouth away, almost in slow motion. When she spoke, she repeated Heather's words from earlier. "I want to do everything right now. Suck pussy. Suck a huge cock..."

The young temptress's hand reached across David's body, taking hold of Heather's arm. She tugged her closer. "Kiss me, baby."

Heather found her hands resting on David's hard stomach, steadying herself as their lips met. Rachal's hand was in her hair, directing her movements. Their kiss became frantic, Heather caught up in the moment. When her young lover pulled her head away, she realised Rach had manoeuvred her so that David's throbbing erection was only a tongue's width away.

"It's okay," her young lover reassuringly purred. 

Her fingers stroked along Heather's cheek, her gleaming eyes burning onto the sexy, older woman.

"Want to help me suck it, baby?" Rachal encouraged. "Close your eyes and imagine its your brother." 

The sheer wickedness of Rachal's suggestion stoked her fire further. She stared back, open mouthed. Her gaze slid from her young lover to David, who nodded. Her deep, brown eyes returned to Rach, who smiled provocatively. The offering was impossible to refuse. 

She lowered her head to the inviting cock, urged on by her young lover's hand. It encouragingly ran through her hair, digging into her locks.

Rach seemed content to allow Heather to go to work. To take the pleasure she so needed. Her hands continued to stroke the silken hair, her lips gently brushing along the side of Heather's neck. 

Both David and Heather were groaning, one from giving, the other from receiving. Eventually, Rachal whispered in the beautiful, older woman's ear. "Let me help, baby."

She slipped in under Heather, swallowing one of David's testicles into her mouth, then the other.

"Oh, fuck," he moaned. It was the first time he'd spoken since Heather arrived. "You two make quite a team..."

The women paused, briefly looking at one another before breaking out into a short laugh. The laughter turned to passion as they observed the lust in each other's eyes. Their mouths swept in for a deep kiss. Their tongues licked one another's lips, before turning their attention to his long shaft. 

They lapped along each side of his hardness, leaving a trail of saliva with each lick. When their foreheads gently touched, they left him to kiss one another again. As their tongues entwined, their hands briefly took over from their mouths on his wonderful hardness.

Heather could hear herself moaning. The sound was mixed with Rachal's groans and David's grunts. They alternated their loving attention between each other's mouth and the prone man's stiffness, pleasuring themselves and him with their enthusiastic tongues.

It took a few seconds for Heather to realise that Rachal had paused to watch her. She was on heat, marvelling at how good it felt to give head to someone other than her husband. She loved David's hardness, his masculine aroma. 

"Make him cum," Rach told her, sliding her lips to Heather's exposed neck.

Heather felt exposed, stripped of the support that Rach had been providing her. But the way her young lover encouragingly ran her long nails along her shoulder blades, sent shivers across her body. Could she do this? Should she?

As she began her internal debate, she felt Rachal slither down between her spread thighs. Her body jerked. The feeling of her young lover's mouth and tongue on her pussy was sensational.

For a second, her eyes flicked across David's hot shaft. It looked majestic, rising from its nest of black, tightly cropped curls. The sight of the impressive cock, the feel of Rachal's lips, drove her towards the edge. 

She lurched forward and took him deep into her throat. His hands gripped her hair. He dragged her head down on his hardness. 

It took only a few seconds of deep throating. Heather could sense his balls began to boil. It urged her on and she sucked harder, seeking to bring his release. Satisfyingly, she felt him begin to spurt in her mouth. Long, thick, creamy ropes that wonderfully splattered against the back of her throat. 

The feeling alone would have propelled her to her climax. But the sensations created as Rachal's fingers joined her lips made sure her orgasm was violent. She came. She came hard, coughing out some sperm as the scream registered in her throat.

She heard Rachal's voice. "Your brother's cumming in your mouth," the young temptress provocatively murmured. 

The thought of this being her brother's cock was enough. It sparked a second orgasm, then another. She was lost in a sexual haze, a trance like state of arousal as a scream burst from her this time. 




Heather



Her nipples prickled. Her pussy ached. She wanted more. She lowered her head back to the still semi-hard cock, devouring the tangy, salty liquid spread across the head. He tasted different to her husband. As she licked him clean, she found herself wondering how her brother would taste.

Chapter Six: Miss Alluring at last

Heather was as excited as she'd been since Rachal had first made her a woman. She and her brother were spending the morning together, relaxing around the pool. But that afternoon, it was her daughter's turn to entertain her brother. She'd have the afternoon to herself. Well, not quite. Miss Alluring had responded to her text to confirm she'd be there at two. 

Her experience with Rach and David yesterday hadn't satisfied her. If anything, it had aroused her further. And this afternoon, she'd fulfil another of her desires. She'd fuck the young woman until she screamed out her name.

She was a bitch on heat. And while she knew her red bikini left little to the imagination, after her session at Rachal's she felt compelled to wear it. Show her brother how hot she was. 

She was fussing with the ties on her bikini top when she made her way to the hot tub. It was only when she was a few feet away that she realised that her brother was already there. His soft whistle told her that. 

"God, you look hot," he murmured to himself. 

But it was just loud enough for Heather to hear. It added to her feeling of arousal. She blushed as his admiring gaze ran across her body. The heat in her pussy increased. Could he see her nipples pushing against the skimpy top?

"I thought I'd sunbathe a while," she confidently explained. "But it looks so good in there. Mind if I join you?" 

"No, not at all," he timidly said, shuffling to one side. He seemed nervous. She wasn't sure why, but imagined it was because of her skimpy attire. She knew how sensational she looked. Miss Alluring would be getting the benefit later.

Gingerly, she stepped into the steaming tub, aware that his eyes took in every movement. She provocatively stood for a moment, raising both hands to her hair. It was difficult to resist the teasing pose. Slowly, very slowly, she sank down until she was covered by the water.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" she purred, laying her head back against the side.

Her eyes closed for a second. Her intuition told her that he was closely watching her. She could not resist another teasing action. What had got into her? She unhurriedly stretched, spreading her arms across the side of the tub. It had the effect of raising her body higher. Her thrusting breasts floated on the top of the water. 

She opened her eyes at her brother's soft whistle, almost under his breath. When she gave him a soft grin, he quickly looked away. Enough, she told herself. Save her teasing for later. She began to talk about her and they fell into an easy conversation. After a while, the sexual tension had lifted. It seemed just like old times again.

"Your dinner was delicious, brother," she murmured. "I didn't know you could cook that well."

He responded with a laugh. "I told you!"

"Where'd you learn?"

He spread his arms behind his neck. "Oh, here and there..."

They both laughed. "Well, you'll make someone a wonderful husband."

"True," he said. His face was mock serious and they both laughed again. "But I can do even better. You just didn't get the right ingredients."

Heather playfully kicked him with her foot. "Well, you go shopping next time. Then you can make your masterpiece. Can't wait to taste it."

"You want to taste my masterpiece?" he teasingly repeated, then blushed a little at hisdouble entendre.

Heather blushed too. She sat lower in the water, making sure her nipples, thrusting against the material of her top, were out of sight. For a moment, the idea of tasting her brother's cock consumed her mind. Was it as large as David's? Would it be as hard? What would his cum taste like?

She tried to clear her thoughts with a swift shake of the head. "I could do with a drink," she said, attempting to change the subject. "Would you get us a couple of beers."

He blushed again. "Can't."

"Why not?"

"Just can't."

She placed her hands on the edge of the tub and pulled herself up. His eyes dropped to her breasts as they rose clear of the water. Her nipples were hard against the skimpy wet top. Little rivulets of water dripped from them, landing back in the tub. From the way her brother gasped, she knew the eroticism of the moment. She might as well have been topless. The feel of his hand caressing her breast returned. Her nerve failed her and she flopped back down in the tub.

"You're forcing your poor sister to walk all the way for two beers?" she said, giving him another playful kick under the water. "You go!

He gave a long gulp. It was as if he was considering doing something he shouldn't. It was only two beers, for goodness sake!

He slowly began to rise. Heather's gaze ran across his chest. He was in good shape. Her eyes dropped to his trunks, wanting to see the size of his package. Her heart caught in her chest. He wasn't wearing trunks. He was naked. As he raised himself, he revealed more and more. Not only did he have a good-sized cock. He was fully erect.

For a moment, he just stood there. His eyes were on hers. Hers were fixed on his hardness, as if hypnotised. She pulled her eyes back to meet his. She felt dizzy. Her pussy was on fire. 

"Sit down," she quietly said.

The water splashed around them as he dropped back into the tub. "Told you I couldn't," he simply said.

"You should have explained," Heather chastised him, her chest heaving from her arousal. "For goodness sake! Whatever possessed you to come out here naked? My daughter will be here shortly."

He blinked. For a moment, he was the same shy youngster who had run away when she exposed her breast to him. "I don't know. Sorry..."

Heather was panting now. A part of her wanted to reach out and caress that cock. Take it in her mouth. 

"I'll get the drinks," she firmly responded. "You go and make yourself decent."

***

Heather kept an anxious eye on the clock. Miss Alluring was due in an hour.

"Your meal last night was wonderful, Uncle," her daughter was saying. "Will you teach Kyle how to cook like that?" 

They all laughed. 

"Another coffee?" she asked.

Her brother turned to look at her, holding out his cup. Fortunately, her daughter playfully pushed it away. 

"We don't have time," she said. "Come on, Uncle. We've got to get going."

He smiled at Heather and shrugged. "Okay," he conceded. "I guess we'll see you later, sis."

"Enjoy yourself," she told him. "Your last full day before you go home tomorrow night."

He moaned. "Don't remind me. It's been special to spend some quality time with my sister and her kids." 

Heather smiled back. "And with you brother."

"It's such a shame I have to leave. I'm just starting to feel relaxed and at home."

"You can't stay longer?"

"No, unfortunately. Work calls."

"That's a shame. Okay, tomorrow, I'm all yours. We can do whatever you want. 

"Suits me," he replied. "I'll be happy just hanging around the pool and hot tub tomorrow, until it's time to leave."

Heather raised her eyebrows. The thought of him naked in the hot tub sent shockwaves to her pussy. Her mind returned to yesterday's session at Rachal's. And to the recollection of the sight and feel of David's cock. She wondered if her nipples were showing.

"Fine by me," she murmured, giving her daughter a goodbye hug. "For now, the two of you should enjoy the rest of your day."

***

As she sat beside Miss Alluring on the couch, Heather's imagination was running riot. Her mind was consumed by erotic images. 

If she closed her eyes for a second, Miss Alluring was fondling and caressing her. Sucking her nipples. Kissing down her flat stomach to her pussy and licking her to orgasm. The young girl was taking control, her fingers in Heather's hair as she fucked the beautiful, older woman's face. 

Heather felt herself trembling. The long sip of her drink was designed to calm her. It didn't. 

She wondered what her next move should be. Now that the moment had arrived, the need to be careful consumed her mind. This was her daughter's best friend after all. It seemed the Miss Alluring understood her predicament. And had no such fears. 

She eased herself to her feet and stood in front of Heather. "You said we could go to your bed," she half whispered.

Heather took the proffered hand. The young girl pulled her to her feet. God, this was what she wanted. Miss Alluring was taking control. 

Heather allowed herself to be pulled closer. The young woman's hand dropped to the small of her back. As their bodies pressed together, Miss Alluring began to grind her hips against Heather. She ground back. Her thoughts momentarily flicked to Rachal. But as Miss Alluring 's lips trail over her throat and then down to the low neckline of her sundress they jerked back to the here and now. 

As she moaned, Miss Alluring took her hand, pulling her towards the door. It took only a few, brief, seconds to reach Heather's bedroom. 

As soon as they were inside the room, the young girl ran her fingertips over Heather's right breast, playing with the nipple through the material of her red, bikini top. Heather shuddered. It had been a conscious decision not to change. Not when she looked so hot. 

She momentarily reflected that it had been a good decision. The thumb and forefinger that now squeezed and tugged at her nipple sent electrical shocks from her breasts to her pussy. Her moans were encouragement enough for the sexy, young girl to untie the strings of the top, allowing it to drop around their feet. 

Her eyes lingered on Heather's breasts. "You look so beautiful," she whispered.

Heather smiled back. Her tongue flickered across her lips. Her long held masturbatory fantasies were on the verge of coming true. Should she take control?

Miss Alluring answered the unspoken question. She took a step back, tearing at her clothes. She couldn't undress fast enough. There wasn't even enough time for Heather to savour the young body as she revealed herself. The young woman was suddenly naked, throwing herself down on the bed. 

"Do me, Heather" she breathed.

Heather gave a low groan. Do her? Oh, God. Yes, please!

As she slipped to her knees, she could hardly control her shaking. She licked all the way along the young thighs, her eyes staring up into Miss Alluring's. The young girl's tangy aroma filled the air. As it enveloped her, Heather paused. She wanted to savour the beautiful smell. 

It appeared that Miss Alluring thought she was having doubts. She reached upwards. Grabbing Heather's silken hair, she yanked her face to her young pussy. She lifted her knees up from the sheets, moaning aloud as she looked down to watch the head between her thighs. Heather shivered at the sensation as the aroused teenager began to rub her pussy against her face. 

Miss Alluring's low growl reverberated around the room as she worked herself against the beautiful, older woman. She kept her legs high, growling louder, knees back. Her legs spread wider, her hands gripped tighter, urgently working herself towards her climax.

Suddenly, her orgasm was upon her. She ground her pussy against Heather's face as she came. There was no escape for the sexy, older woman. The teenager held her face tight against her until her jerking finally calmed.

Only then did she pull Heather upwards, the panting woman's face wet with her juices. She tasted herself as she kissed the sweet lips in front of her. Her eyes were a mixture of arousal and confusion at what she'd just done. 

"You were wonderful, baby," Heather reassured her. 

Miss Alluring smiled back. "It's your turn now, Heather. You want that don't you?"

Before Heather could react, the young girl's hands were on her full breasts, caressing them with her palms. When she moaned, Miss Alluring pushed the wonderful globes together and bent her head to lick both nipples at the same time. She alternated between one and the other, driving out Heather's growling moans from deep in her body. 

As she suckled the sexy woman, her hand easily slipped down inside Heather's skimpy bikini bottoms, rubbing the heel of her palm against the gushing syrupy juice and spreading it around on the insides of the now writhing thighs.

Heather moaned again. By raising a leg, she allowed Miss Alluring to slide one of her fingers inside her. It was soon followed by a second. That was so good. She began to rotate her ass, fucking back at the working fingers. 

"Baby..." she gasped.

"What is it, Heather?" the young temptress teased, knowing full well she was taking the undulating woman to her orgasm.

"Baby..." she gasped again. 

She groaned and spread her legs wider. The appreciative moans from the young woman as she was finger fucked by her made Heather shudder. The wet, sloshing sounds were an aphrodisiac. When Miss Alluring's thumb flicked against her clit, she instantly climaxed. 

Her legs curled back toward her chest and her hands gripped the bed sheets as she screamed. Her orgasm ran through her forever, leaving her feeling faint. Even before she had recovered, she felt the young woman slithering across her body.

"Fuck my face, Heather." Her voice was soft, but direct. It wasn't a question. It was an instruction.

"Oh yes," Heather gasped, her body still heaving from her climax. " Sit on me. Sit on my face."

Her hands roughly pulled Miss Alluring up and over her. The young girl immediately understood. She was ready to cum again. She ground down as Heather's mouth went to work, humping herself as she gripped Heather's hair.

Heather felt another orgasm ready to burst from her as her masturbatory fantasy became reality. Her tongue worked overtime. She needed Miss Alluring to cum, too. Within seconds, she got her wish. 

The young woman screamed as she totally lost control. Her syrupy, honey exploded across Heather's face. The beautiful, older woman gratefully lapped up each drop.

Chapter Seven: Heather's brother

Rachal's voice had a mischievous tone. "So tell me," she asked. "How was it?"

"It was wonderful," Heather sighed. "That girl is something else."

"You've just seduced your first straight virgin to the bi-side," Rachal laughed.

"I'm not so sure," Heather responded. "The way she used me, I'm not sure this was her first time..."

Rachal's laugh at the other end of the line grew louder. "Don't be so sure. It may be that you inspired her."

"Possibly..."

"Quite possibly, Heather." Rachal affirmed. "You inspire me, baby." 

Heather's laugh was long and low. This was all so wonderfully overwhelming. Her stomach began to coil with desire.

"I want to hear every detail when we meet, baby. And just think. You, me and Miss Alluring together. Your first threesome!"

Heather felt a thunderbolt of desire lodge in her pussy. Her young lover had a way of finding a path to every desire she had. Her tone was little more than a whimper. "Rach..." 

In contrast, her young lover's voice practically bounced with excitement. "But first things first. Your brother..."

Heather gave a deep breath as she attempted to collect her wits. Rather than her body being sated by Miss Alluring, she felt more alive than ever. She would wear her red bikini again today.

***

Heather's kids had said their goodbyes to their Uncle. Neither would be home until later that evening. She and her brother had the day to themselves. Until it was time for him to leave. 

Following her previous experience, she decided to forego the hot tub. It was safer to sunbathing instead. That would allow them to finish their reminiscing. There was no danger in that! 

Her brother seemed content to alternate spells between the hot tub and the pool. In between, they chatted, bringing themselves up-to-date with everything going on in their lives. As he handed her a cool beer from the fridge, Heather found her eyes wandering down his torso. He was semi erect. 

The memory of his cock as he stood up in the hot tub flooded back into her mind. Under the safety of her dark sunglasses, she watched his eyes flit over her breasts and down her flat stomach. The recollection of his hand on her breast returned. What was happening to her? 

Before she could stop herself, she asked, "Want to do my back?"

Without waiting for an answer, she turned onto her stomach. She provocatively wriggled her bottom as she pretended to make herself comfortable. Reaching out, she picked up the bottle of oil and held it over her head. He took it straight away. Almost involuntarily, she reached behind her and unsnapped her bikini top. What was she doing?

Her brother kneeled down on the grass beside her. For a few seconds, he didn't move.

"Well?" Heather asked, flopping her head down onto her crossed arms. "What are you waiting for?"

She wondered what he was thinking? Her small bikini bottoms left nothing to the imagination. Could he be as aroused as she felt? She raised her head for a second, before pressing it back down. Better to wait his next move. 

"My back is burning," she softly murmured.

She heard him move. A soft rasping sound. Then she felt him. His leg slipped across her body and... yes... he lowered himself as gently as possible on top of her ass. 

She gave a soft gasp. Despite his supporting most of his weight on his legs, she could feel his cock press into her. Gently. But it was his cock, alright. Still half erect. The cock she'd longed to see when they were younger. The cock she had seen yesterday.

She turned her head and frowned at him. For a second, neither spoke.

"I'm not sure about that position," she eventually protested. She was aware of her shortage of breath as she spoke. God, he was growing as he gently pressed down.

She realised that by half sitting up, she was almost fully exposing her breast. She felt herself grow wetter at the delicious wickedness of the situation. God, they were almost in a sexual position.

As she flopped back down again, the oil hit her between her shoulders. He'd squeezed it from the bottle directly onto her skin. Heather gave a soft gasp at the cool sensation and another as he kneaded the oil into her skin. He covered her entire upper half, spreading it along the top of her shoulders, down her spine, to the top of her tiny bikini briefs. 

His touch was sensational. Her body stiffened when he reached over and ran his hands along her sides. She knew from her experiences with Miss Alluring what the next step was.

By lifting upwards, she allowed the very edge of his fingertips to brush against the curve of her rounded breasts. His hands paused. The game was becoming dangerous. Her mind begged him to cup her sensitive tits. Instead, he swept his hands back up to her shoulder blades. Damn! 

"That feels good. You have nice hands, bro," she moaned as his fingers swept around the top of her shoulders and neck.

"You're skin's so soft, Heather," he responded. His voice sounded a little hoarse. "You know, you have such a beautiful body," he added. 

She gasped. Her brother had never previously said anything so forward to her. She didn't speak, but felt herself push her bottom upwards against him. No doubt about it. He was hard now. The image of his cock as he rose out of the tub flooded her mind again.

He lifted slightly off her as she raised her ass. How infuriating! She was on the edge of some serious teasing. Her awareness of the danger in crossing a line didn't stop her. The way she was feeling, how could it?

"Every woman loves to hear some one say they have a beautiful body," she purred. "And you have fantastic hands, bro. Keep rubbing my neck. Harder."

He leant slightly forward to comply. His groin pressed against her ass again. This time, when she pushed up, he didn't move away. He pushed back. 




Heather



His hands ran along her neck and the top of her shoulders. His groin pulled slightly back. Then pressed forward again. It became a steady rhythm. Only the panting sounds of their breathing filled the silence.

"Do my sides," she directed, her voice rising as she lost herself in the sensation.

She felt his hands obediently slide from her back to her sides. By straining up from the waist, she allowed his fingertips access to the round curve of her breasts. The pressure on her ass increased slightly. 

She knew she should stop this. Shamelessly, she did nothing. Nothing, except raise herself further up on her elbows, giving her better access to her breasts. Without a word, he took advantage. 

His soft hands edged under her. The movement was slow. Inch by inch. It was as if he was expecting a rebuke at any second. None came. At long last, he cupped them.

She pushed her breasts down into his hands. They were firm, heavy. God, her nipples were so hard. He trapped them between his fingers. Her soft sigh as he tenderly squeezed each breast was a giveaway. So was the way she pushed her ass back up into him. Encouraged, his palm began to rotate against each nipple. His breathing grew louder, more urgent. He thrust harder.

His moans told Heather he was close to cumming. It brought her to her senses. She turned on her side, pushing him off her. This was so wrong. 

***

Heather chastised herself as she began to walk the short distance back into her house. This was all her fault. How could she have teased her brother so? God, she'd practically encouraged him to fuck her! 

She felt a mixture of shame and arousal. Yes, arousal. God, she needed to cum so badly. She would masturbate in the shower. 

It was then she heard the footsteps. His footsteps. Throwing her head over her shoulder, she saw her brother approaching her from behind. The look in his eyes told her she was in trouble. It was a look she'd seen in her husband before. In the bedroom. When they were both aroused and ready to fuck each other's lights out. It sent a shiver down to her core. 

This was her brother!

She began to walk more quickly. When she heard him close the distance, she began to run. He was too quick for her. His hand on her arm spun her round. Half stumbling, he pulled her towards him. She tripped as she tore herself away, feeling her body jar as she hit the ground. Her full breasts bounced as his hand yanked her red bikini top away. She kicked out as he reached for her skimpy briefs. Within a split second, he'd yanked them down her body.

For a few seconds, neither spoke. Both were panting hard. She was naked before her little brother. He pulled down his shorts, throwing them a few feet away. Her mouth dropped open. He stood there. Naked. Fucking gorgeous. 

She gasped. With each heartbeat, his cock rose and expanded until finally reaching its fully engorged state

"I love you sis. Please don't hate me." His voice was almost a whimper.

Her eyes softened as she raised her gaze to his face. "I don't hate you. I love you little brother. It's my fault. I know I've been a tease. I went way too far..."

He dropped to his knees. Staring into his glazed eyes, she immediately knew what he had in mind. His eyes took in her body, drinking in the fabulous breasts that were thrusting provocatively towards him. He was in that lust-fuelled state when reason goes out of the window.

Heather watched as he reached out to cup her magnificent breasts. For a few seconds, she closed her eyes as he caressed them. Her nipples ached for his touch and she let out a loud hiss of arousal as his fingers roughly rubbed them. 

"This is wrong," she whispered in a vain attempt to pull both of them out of the enveloping sexual haze.

He paused at her words, but then his eyes alighted on the moistness between her legs. "You're wet," he simply said, as if it was the most natural state in the world.

You don't know the half of it, she thought. Her pleading eyes belied the fact that she wanted this as much as he. The way his thumbs strummed her nipples was removing the last vestiges of any resistance. When she gave a soft moan and closed her eyes for a second, he was suddenly on top of her. 

His knees pushed her legs apart. Even as her eyes widened and she half-heartedly tried to push him off, his hardness was against her entrance. She was so aroused, so wet, he had no difficulty pushing inside.

Oh fuck! This was her brother! And he was fucking her! Not just fucking her. He started to pound her. 

She spread her legs wider, only just resisting the urge to wrap them around his back. His breath came fast. His movements were more urgent. He did not last long and let out a primal yell as he buried himself as deeply into her as he could, releasing blast after blast of his semen.

It took some time before his body finished jerking. When he did, he raised himself upwards. Heather sighed softly. It was over.

She was wrong. He was simply adjusting position. Her feeling of shame was intermingled with her surge of arousal. An urgent need. He began to satisfy that need. Somehow, he was still hard.

His hips began to thrust again. Slowly at first. Then more frantic. Heather slipped her hands around the top of his shoulders. Her fingernails dug into the back of his neck. It was as if she was silently encouraging him to fuck her harder. He did.

She made no attempt to thrust back, content to lose herself in the merciless pounding. The movement, and heat of his cock inside her, was intoxicating. She couldn't help herself. Her legs wrapped around his lower back for greater friction. That did it. Her orgasm overwhelmed her. 

She frantically grasped the bikini bottoms inches from her hand. In one movement, she fed them into her mouth, to disguise her screams. She couldn't let him know how hard she was cumming.

He wouldn't have known. Her brother was lost in his own world. His head remained buried in her shoulder. His gasps were continuous as he continued to pound into his sister, oblivious to anything except his own gratification. 

Heather dug her heels into the top of his ass, pulling him closer. The movement sent him over the edge. He screamed out as he came for a second time. It seemed to her that the earth underneath them was actually moving as he shuddered against her.

It took a while to come down from their high. Her brother was still shaking. But as Heather's breathing began to regulate, she realised he wasn't trembling from his orgasm. He was crying. 

"I'm so sorry," he mumbled, his sobs increasing as he met his sister's eyes. 

She sent a loving smile back in his direction, desperate to comfort him. It didn't help.

"Heather, I'm so sorry," he repeated, dropping his head and sobbing into her neck. "I just needed it so bad. Needed you so bad..." 

She held him close, beginning to rock her body against his. They stayed that way for a while, Heather gently rocking him, her legs gripping his hips.

"Sssh," she whispered. "It's okay, it's okay. I love you, baby brother..." 

***

Two days later, things were starting to return to normal. 

Heather had been able to give her brother the reassurance he needed. It had taken a long, long, telephone conversation the day after he'd left. Of course, he must never know how much she'd loved their encounter. But by taking an equal share of the blame, she'd convinced her brother she loved him as much as ever.

Now, she was back in her routine. Being a morning person, she usually rose at dawn to head straight up the spiral staircase from her bedroom to her office in the converted attic. There, as the sun rose, her mind was clearest and she was at her most productive. This morning, she was enjoying her usual early morning telephone conversation. Not a day went by without her calling her young lover.

"So you're feeling more settled?" Rachal asked, her voice soft and sympathetic.

Heather smiled to herself. "Much better, thanks. You know how much it means for me to remain close to my brother."

"I know," Rachal agreed with a little giggle. "But then I know how much it meant for you to have him fuck your brains out!"

"Rach!" Heather's tone was sharp. 

Her lover laughed. "Another of Heather's desires fulfilled. And talking of those desires, David was asking when you're coming over again."

Although Heather blushed, she couldn't help but laugh along with her young lover. "That was wonderful. But definitely not to be repeated."

Rachal laughed. "We'll see. I think he's pretty keen on fucking you."

Heather gasped. "No way!" She knew she was being teased. But then, with Rachal, you never knew. 

"My husband will be the only man for me going forward," she added.

"Regrets?"

"No. Not at all," Heather hurriedly responded. "I've loved every second. You've helped me live my deepest, naughtiest, fantasies. But now I need to get back to normality."

"Apart from one..."

"That's not exactly a fantasy, Rach."  

Her mind wandered. She was disappointed that her son had not yet found a girlfriend. She knew that, with a little confidence, the handsome young man could have any woman he desired. He just needed someone to show him the ropes, give him some confidence. Rachal had offered to be that woman and she seemed the perfect choice.

"My only fear, Rach," she murmured, with a hint of amusement in her voice. "Is that you might be too much for him."

Her young lover gave a giggle of delight. "Okay, I'll take it easy. But if he begs for more, I'll have to oblige." They laughed again. "But Heather..."

The older woman's heart stopped. She was getting to know this young woman. There was something coming that would both alarm and excite her.

"You've got to be there, too. You need to watch..."



Heather



Converting the small bus into a camper had taken some time but time is something that I, as a retired widower, had plenty of. Now that the bus was up and ready to roll I had only to pick up my passenger to start my long awaited tour of Australia.

Heather had been my neighbour for over ten years she had divorced her husband Alan five year ago. Despite being an intelligent attractive woman in her mid thirties she was painfully shy. It had taken me ages to break down that barrier. I cannot deny that I was sexually attracted to Heather but I knew in my heart of hearts that our age difference would always form a barrier between us. Hence our relationship was confined to conversations we could talk for ages on almost any subject including our aspirations. So that when I mentioned my long-time dream of travelling around Australia in a camper-bus, she immediately squealed, 'Oh please please Ted, can I come with you?'

For a moment I was stunned because I'd always envisioned my trip being a solo effort, but the only obstacle that I could raise was, 'What about your work?' 

'I do all of my work from home on a computer, I can just as easily do it in the bus. Oh please Ted I've never done anything like this. I promise you that I won't get in your way.'

Getting in my way would be unavoidable within the confines of a Toyota Coaster bus but I couldn't think of a nicer obstruction than Heather. Her jet black hair framed blue eyes set in a square face that lit up when she smiled. At medium height, she had the figure of a gymnast which she had kept in shape by a regimen of Tai Chi. Being in a confined space with Heather would be more of a pleasure than a problem so that when I agreed to her request Heather gave a loud whoop leapt into my arms and gave me a huge hug. Even at my age holding onto a squirming young woman was starting to have an effect on me, so that I had to break it off before I embarrassed both of us.

Now I was sitting outside her home blowing the horn and waiting for her. We had loaded her gear the day before. As we would be following the sun our clothing requirement were minimal. Minimal described Heather's attire when she came walking down her drive to join me. She usually wore jeans so for the first time I was forced to notice what excellent legs she had, slender calves and well rounded thighs that fitted snugly into her, oh so brief, cut-off shorts. Her lightweight top was equally tiny displaying a nice tight set of abs; and was I imagining things or was Heather not wearing a bra? The only tiny criticism that crossed my mind was that she had very pale skin; a few weeks of sunshine would fix that up.

She boarded the bus then came forward to join me, as I rose to greet her she threw her arms around me in an affectionate hug, I was right she was not wearing a bra. The breasts that pressed against me were very firm I could feel her nipples.

She kissed my cheek then plumped down into the co-pilots seat saying, 'Ok Ted. Let's rock and roll.' 

I had divided the bus into two areas; the rear was my bedroom with a double bed. The toilet, shower and a wardrobe shared this space. The front half contained the tiny kitchen to one side and a dining nook which could be converted to a double bed on the other. This was basically Heather's space the dining area served as her desk then became her bed at night. A light curtain divided the two areas.

I had set no time limit to my journey so that there was no need to hurry. Each day we would have a leisurely breakfast then clean up before travelling on. Most days we drove for 2-3 hours frequently stopping at places of interest so that by early afternoon we would find somewhere to park up. Heather would then commence her work whilst I went exploring or lay on my bed reading. For the most part we parked in the bush which gave Heather the quiet that she needed to work. 

We would end each day sitting on camp chairs sipping wine as Kookaburras laughed till the incredible Australian night sky, dominated by the Southern Cross, filled our senses.

I would help her convert the dining area into a bed then have my shower before going to bed. Heather would come into my half of the bus for her shower and emerge with a towel wrapped around her. She would lean over; kiss me on the cheek say. 'Goodnight Ted.' step through the curtain and go to bed. This involved removing the towel to put on her short nightie. As the journey progressed she seemed to take less care with the curtain, leaving it gaping apart as she changed. I tried to not look but there were nights when I glanced up from my book to the sight of a beautiful woman in various stages of undress. This would have the inevitable effect leaving my cock rock hard. I began to wonder if she was doing it deliberately. But then guessed that there may have been times when Heather would have seen me changing. It was difficult to not do so within the confines of the bus.

As we travelled north through Western Australia the weather became increasingly warmer. By the time we had passed through Perth, the only metropolitan sized city in this vast area, the days were decidedly hot. Parking in the bush became impractical so we hugged the coastline and spent the nights parked on beaches. We travelled less distance each day and parked up in the morning before the real heat of the day set in. I would usually leave the bus as soon as we had set up camp, and wander off to do some fishing or swimming. It was not difficult to find a completely deserted beach on this vast coast line. Heather remained in the bus doing her work while the purring generator kept the air conditioner going. 

When she'd had enough of working, she would join me on the beach and we would swim together. Sometimes she wore a one piece swimsuit which hugged her figure and emphasised her full breasts. At other times she simply wore her cut-offs and a tee shirt. Her skin by now had turned to a delightful honey brown.

It had been a particularly hot day and I had cranked up the air-con to keep Heather cool. When she came to join me on the beach she wore her shorts and a loose tee shirt. I was swimming she ran into the surf and swam out to join me. She became hampered by the wet shirt which clung to her as she stood up beside me. More than this the shirt had become almost transparent. Heather looked down at herself laughed and said. 'It's a waste of time wearing this.' She casually pulled the shirt over her head and tossed it into the surf.

Heather's breasts were not good. They were the best! Although not large they were full and very firm with small delicate nipples surrounded by delightful pink aureoles. I have never seen breasts as firm as Heather's, even as she bounced about in the surf beside me they never as much as rippled. I was standing there gaping like a fish when she came to me and laughed as she placed a finger under my chin and closed my mouth. I smiled then said, 'Your breasts are beautiful. More than that, they're perfect.'

Heather smiled back as she replied, 'Yes they're not bad are they? Just get used to them boy because this lady intends to get an all-over sun tan.'

Luckily we were standing in water deep enough to hide my erection. For the next hour we played around body surfing so that my erection had subsided when we walked ashore. Heather retrieved her tee shirt from where it had washed up. Instead of donning the shirt she removed her shorts and stood there totally naked. Again I did my impersonation of a goldfish as Heather laughingly said. 'I mean it when I said all-over suntan.' 

What had happened to the painfully shy woman who had left home scarcely a month earlier? Where had this stunning, naked goddess who stood before me sprung from? 

One of the most ignored and sexiest things about a woman is her posture. Heather had the kind of posture that models strive for but seldom achieve, she was perfect. As she walked up the beach toward me her head was raised high as her shoulders, held back, supported firm full breasts above a rippling six pack of abs which tapered down to the cleft of her thighs where her shaven vagina nestled. I could see the lips of her pussy caressing each other as she walked. Needless to say my erection returned in record time.

Heather came to a halt before me her eyes twinkling as she said. 'Well come on aren't you going to join me? Get your gear off!'

'I can't.'

'Why not?'

'I could feel my face reddening. 'I may be old Heather but I'm not dead. You are having an effect on me.'

'I can see that silly! You forget that I have been married so I do know what an erection looks like. Besides I find it flattering.'

'You would have the same effect on any red blooded male.' I replied as I removed my shorts.

'Wow.' She gasped. 'Now I am flattered. You are huge, much bigger than Alan was.' Then aping me she smiled as she said. 'Your cock is beautiful. More than that, it's perfect.'

'Well you'd better get used to it lady because his boy looks like getting an all over suntan.' I smiled then added. 'Thankyou.'

'No. Thank you for the lovely compliment.' She replied then said. 'C'mon I'll race you back to the bus.'

Even as she ran those perfect breasts just swayed with the roll of her shoulders.

From then on the only time we wore clothes was when we were on the road or shopping. However watching a beautiful woman going about her daily business without a stitch of clothing still gave me an occasional erection. When Heather saw this she would give a little smile. But there were times when I caught a look in her eyes that suggested something more. Perhaps it was desire or maybe longing as she looked at my towering hard on. Or maybe I was just fooling myself. Either way the difference between our ages kept me from making an advance on Heather. The first move would have to come from her.

It was a few weeks later we had become accustomed to being naked in each others company but I still marvelled at her perfection. As we continued travelling north the day time temperatures were constantly above 100f. We were now camped out in the Cape Range national park near the isolated town of Exmouth. It would be hard to imagine a more idyllic spot. We had hired scuba gear to dive upon the breathtaking Ningaloo reef. On one unforgettable occasion we had swum beside a whale shark. These huge creatures, the size of a Greyhound bus, are totally harmless and unbelievably graceful.

I spent much more time in the air-conditioned coaster lying naked on my bed reading usually covered by a light blanket against the cool conditioned air while Heather worked at the computer. She had a deadline to meet. Knowing this I didn't interrupt her. I had dozed off when I became aware that she was lying beside me. I opened my eyes to look straight into hers.

'Sorry if I woke you up Ted. But I need to rest for a while and it didn't make sense to turn my desk into a bed for a short snooze.'

It says much about how easy we had become with each other when I simply lifted the light blanket and said. 'You'd better get under this or you'll soon be shivering.'

She smiled. 'Thanks.' Then scooted her naked body next to mine and closed her eyes.

It was getting dark when I awoke. I was lying on my side. I immediately became conscious of two things. Heather had raised her leg over my thighs and I had a raging hard on which was brushing against her sex. I could feel the heat and the moisture that came from her and I knew that I was adding to this wetness with the pre-cum that I could feel oozing from my cock. Her breasts were pressed against my chest her eyes were closed. 

I knew that I would have to move away from her but doing so without awakening her would be tricky. Before I could move I felt Heather's hand move down between us, she was awake! I wondered what she was doing so I lay perfectly still as her hand moved across my abdomen to my rock solid cock which she gently grasped and began slowly moving back and forth along her hot wet slit and over the hardened nub of her clitoris. Heather was using my cock as a masturbatory aid. Impossibly I felt my penis become even harder as my copious precum flooded her already soaking vagina. Despite my intense efforts to avoid making a sound I could feel my breathing deepen. I needn't have worried because whilst Heather moved my throbbing erection back and forth along her hot soaking sex her own breath began to saw in her throat as small moans issued from between her lips. I realised that she was close to cumming.

Her hand firmly grasped me her but her fingers could not enclose my massive pulsating member. As she moved my cock along her steamy sex she was simultaneously masturbating me. I also was not far from cumming; I could feel my toes beginning to curl as the ejaculate built up in my testicles. 

It was then that Heather made the move that caused it to be impossible for me to feign sleep any longer. As she moved my cock head back along her slit she pushed her hips slightly forward causing me to enter her delightfully soaking pussy. Only the head of my penis entered her but it resulted in a sharp cry of joy from Heather as I felt the walls of her vagina tighten around me. It was more than human flesh could bear. Before I realised what I had done I had pushed my cock all the way into her hot, wet, and oh so tight cunt. Her lust glazed eyes flew open gazing straight into mine, 

'Oh Ted your cock is so beautiful inside me'

We kissed passionately. Our tongues entwining as our bodies responded to each other. I withdrew my cock till it was nearly out of her and then slowly plunged it back till it was up to the very hilt inside her. She gasped, her eyes flew open again as she said, 

'You are so huge, so beautiful. Nobody has been so deep inside me before.' Her very tightness confirmed this as I began to pick up the pace pounding my raging, turgid penis into her hot tight depths. It was not long before I felt her pelvic floor muscles clamping firmly around me. Her voice was keening, the nipples of her breasts were extended and hard against my chest, a light layer of sweat was on her upper lip. I could feel my orgasm begin. I could hear the wetness of her pussy sucking my cock as the orgasm took complete control over me, my whole body hummed like a guitar string as waves of pleasure washed through my mind. Somehow I became aware that we were both screaming. Heather had wrapped her legs around me and raised her hips from the bed forcing me as deeply as possible inside her. My cock pulsed again and again as my sperm pumped into her. I thought that I was never going to stop. I certainly didn't want to but somehow we both came down from heights that I knew neither of us had reached before as we collapsed into each others arms.

We shared a deep and beautiful kiss which was both a homage and a celebration of what had occurred between us. Words were unnecessary and inadequate. We both fell asleep.

When I awoke it was early morning, Heather was not beside me, I could hear the shower running I arose and opened the wardrobe door to sort out my clothes for the day as we needed to do some shopping. Before I could do so the shower door opened and my naked goddess stood before me. 'Hi lover.' She husked as she reached up to kiss me full on the lips. Those beautiful breasts and her still slightly damp body pressed against me soon had my cock hardening. She broke off the kiss, smiled and reached down to take my hardness in her hand. As she caressed me slowly I became fully erect. My breathing deepened as Heather, once again, took the lead in our love making as she trailed small wet kisses down my body. Her teeth lightly bit my nipples which sent shudders through me. Soon I felt her tongued circling my navel then travelling down to the head of my cock which she licked salaciously. The way that Heather licked and sucked my cock bore not relationship to the way somebody might lick or suck a lollipop. It was an act of full on sensuousness which was designed to give us both the maximum amount of pleasure. She was sitting on the bed I stood before her. 

Her tongue licked and swirled around and along my straining length, her lips parted wetly to first savour then consume me. Her head moved back and forth as her suction increased. I felt my hips begin to thrust slightly. She stopped, withdrew and said. 'Please try to be still darling. I want to try something I've never done before.' It took some effort but I remained still as she once again began to suck me into her mouth. Her cheeks concaved as she sucked ever harder drawing me deeper inside her mouth till I felt the tip of my cock entering her throat. For a second or two she had to stop as she gagged slightly, then gaining control she continued inching my throbbing flesh further and further into her. The feeling of her throat muscles contracting around my penis was absolutely incredible. This deep throat was also a first for me, I could feel that oh so beautiful feeling of my balls beginning to churn and I knew that I would soon cum unless I did something about it. I withdrew. Heather looked up at me with love in her eyes as she said. 'Oh Ted that was incredible, your cock felt nearly as good in my throat as it did in my pussy. I very nearly came just sucking you.'

'Me too.' I smiled as I eased her back on the bed. 'Pussy's turn' I knelt on the floor before her, lifted her legs and started by licking and kissing the sensitive area behind each of her knees, then trailing my lips and tongue along the inside of her thighs skirting her vagina , drawing a gasp from her, before continuing up to her perfect breasts. Sliding my tongue from the outside of her left breast across its rosebud nipple then down her cleavage and up and over her right breast was like a trip on a little sensuous roller-coaster. So I repeated the performance in reverse. This time stopping at each peak to suck her nipples to hardness and roll them between my teeth as I lightly nibbled upon them. This brought cries of delight from my lover. Her hips started to thrash as she pushed my head back toward her vagina. In keeping with the rest of her, her pussy was perfect, a small tight slit surrounded by two proud lips that almost seemed to pout. I had to part them with my tongue to uncover her clitoris, small and hard, peeking from its protective hood like a tiny pink breast nipple. All of Heather's pussy was sensitive; kissing her lips had her moaning with pleasure, pushing my tongue into her honey pot solicited cries of delight, but it was her clitoris that really turned her on. I began by licking and kissing that delightful little bud. Her pussy wept copiously as I did so. I progressed to sucking it as she cried out in a mix of joy and pleasure. But when I began to massage her oh so sensitive clitoris with the flat of my tongue her hips began to thrash as she clamped her thighs around my head. Suddenly she stiffened. I kept my tongue moving, my goddess screamed aloud as she had an earth shattering orgasm.

There were tears in her glazed eyes when she opened them. 'Oh that was just so beautiful. I have never had a man who put my orgasm before his own. It was simply incredible. But right now, to make it perfect I need your beautiful cock inside me.' 

Before I could move onto the bed, Heather had risen she turned her back to me so that my penis was between the cheeks of her ass. She parted her legs slightly, reached between them to grasp my cock and guide it into her hot wet waiting pussy. I started moving slowly at first. Heather was leaning forward with her hands resting against the still open wardrobe door which held a full length mirror. The erotic reflected sight of our lovemaking soon had me fucking faster and faster. I could see her body's response to my thrusts, a light sheen of sweat trickled between her breasts. I could see my cock between her parted thighs as I pounded into her. Heather spoke. 'I want you to tell me when you are going to come darling.' I knew that that would soon be happening. My balls tightened I could feel that wonderful tingling in my lower legs that precedes a mind bending orgasm. The feeling began to wash all over me. My cock felt as if it were made of steel as it thrashed in and out of her tight wet sheath. 'I'm cumming.' I gasped. Heather leaned back against as she used her left hand to reach between her legs, taking my cock out of her vagina and holdingld it flat against her pussy. Her hand was held to one side forcing my throbbing steel hard penis between her labia. I was beyond stopping my cock was still ploughing between her pussy lips, its head rubbing against her clitoris. I have never seen a more sensual sight than that of my cock thrusting back and forth between my lover's labia. As I gazed into the mirror my sperm began gushing from my cock to arch through the air and splatter all over the mirror. Simultaneously Heather had her second incredible orgasm as she screamed out my name. Her legs began to buckle so that I had to support her till our orgasms reached their peak and died down.




Heather



Heather turned; we kissed with all the passion that was in us. Afterward as she looked at me she said. 'That was easily the best loving I've ever had.' I had to agree with her as she continued. 'I want that to happen at least twice a day from now on. Do you think that we ought to sell our houses and just keep on going?'

And that is exactly what we did and are still doing. I never thought that at my age I could keep up with a love goddess twice a day. But you never know till you try.

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Heather



Here's a memory that goes back a number of years. I was out of college and had established myself in an I.T. career, doing programming and application development. I had a job I really liked at MegaInsuraCare - I was part of a small team that was considered the elite. My manager liked me, and became something of a mentor to me - in part, because I not only knew my stuff technically, but I also had enough social skills to talk to non-technical users (as opposed to a couple of the Poindexters on our team who were brilliant technically, but whose social skills and personal hygiene were *severely* lacking.)

So it wasn't unusual for me to be assigned a project with a non-technical business unit. I would go in and work with them, figure out what they needed, translate their requirements into technical terms, and write a program for them to use. This was fun work - I did it well, and I often felt like a hero when I could write a little program that made their jobs way easier.

This particular project was for a small group in Marketing Support. We had never worked with them before, and they were in something like the Dark Ages in terms of office automation. We had some meetings, and it quickly became clear that I could do some simple things that would quickly bring them into the 20th century. They were excited about the project, and their group leader assigned Heather to be my point-of-contact.

Initially, I wasn't wild about her selection. Most of the people in the group were women, and almost all were attractive - even the manager (or maybe I should say, especially the manager) who was a 40-ish busty, dark-haired knockout. I can't say I didn't sometimes daydream about what some of these ladies had on under their business skirts and suits. Heather was certainly as attractive as any of them - probably in her middle 20's, slim, medium height, strawberry blonde hair. But it seemed to me that there was something snooty about her - nothing obnoxious, just a slight air of the high school prom queen, or the president of the sorority. In other words, the girls I wasn't dating in high school or college.

But it worked out better than I had hoped. She was pleasant and competent, and we got along well. She was chatty, where I was more reserved. She would ask on a Monday how my weekend was (and seemed genuinely interested in my answers), and would tell me about her fiance Doug and their upcoming wedding. It was friendly and pleasant - nothing more, and certainly not flirtatious or sexually charged. Of course I fantasized about her falling to her knees and begging me to take her, but then in those days I fantasized about almost anything wearing a skirt.

As the project was nearing completion, my manager asked me to come into his office, and told me that I was being assigned immediately to a new, more important project. If I could finish up Heather's project off-hours, that was fine, but my priority had to be the new project.

I told them that I was juggling some things and would be working some off-hours. It all worked out well, but it reached the point where I had to get together with Heather for acceptance testing. We would walk through the system together and get her thoroughly familiar with it, so that she could then train the rest of her group. This would take a chunk of time that I couldn't spare during the work day. I asked her if she could come in Saturday morning at 9am. She said that would be fine, and told me she'd bring coffee.

I sometimes came into the office to get things done on a Saturday morning, and it was somewhat enjoyable, in it's own way. The normally hectic office was deserted and quiet, and I could really think or be productive. I also liked the location of my cube - it was along a wall, next to a row of windows, and I could look out into the woods behind our building. It wasn't a private office, but it was fairly secluded for a cubicle.

I was already there at 9:00, set up and ready to go, when she arrived with two large coffees. I did a mental double-take when I saw her, and probably a physical double-take as well. It was a sunny, warm spring morning, and she looked amazing. I was used to seeing her in business attire, but this was sorority girl/country club casual - pressed denim skirt well above the knee, scoop-neck t-shirt, and sandals. She looked like a million bucks - certainly not like someone who woke up and threw on whatever was handy (as I had.) And of course there was that big gaudy rock on her finger.

She was all bubbly enthusiasm as we went through the system. I was very much aware of her presence next to me as we sat closely side-by-side at my desktop PC, but I wouldn't have described the situation as sexually charged. Of course I was attracted to her - I thought she was sexy as hell, but I didn't get any vibe from her that this was anything but a friendly business meeting. Which is why what happened next was such a surprise.

We wrapped up training session, and she thanked me for all my help and hard work, and I responded in all sincerity that it was my pleasure. She put her palm on the front of my shoulder and repeated "Your pleasure...?" in a soft voice. I didn't know what she meant, or what to say in response, so I sat there dumbly. She stood up, still touching my arm, pushed a few things out of the way, and sat down on the desk in front of me. She put one bare foot on one arm of my chair, then traced her other bare foot up my leg before putting it on the other arm of my chair.

I looked up at her, and there was a flushed look on her face. She gave me something akin to the little girl eyelash-batting "will you please?" look that's made me do so many things against my better judgment over the years...but this was different...this was offering, not asking. I was partly paralyzed from shock, but I quickly recovered enough of my wits to know that this was an offer I wasn't refusing.

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I touched her ankles and l slowly ran my hands up her shins to her knees. Her skirt was still in place, but she was rocked back enough that I could see her thighs up under the skirt, and a flash of white panty where they met. Her legs were smooth and tan and warm to the touch. I tentatively...gingerly nudged her knees slightly further apart, and she smiled, as if giving me the permission that I was wordlessly seeking.

I was still recovering from my surprise at this unexpected turn of events, and I'm sure the look on my face was priceless. Thoughts were flying through my head faster than I could pin them down. "Is this really happening?" "How goddamn cool is this!" "Are we going to get caught/fired/humiliated?"

This last thought settled down long enough to be rationally examined. It did seem relatively safe. I hadn't heard anyone else in the office this morning, and I thought I would hear the door a split second before anyone actually came in. There *was* a chance of being caught, but that just added to the excitement.

It was time to see exactly what was being offered. I slid my hands up the inside of her thighs and she leaned back into a half-sitting, half-reclining position, which lifted her skirt higher on her thighs. I could now see all the way up Broadway. She was wearing plain white cotton bikini panties, and I thought to myself that this was a spur-of-the-moment decision for her. If she had planned this, I'm sure she would have worn something fancier. But the thought that this was spontaneous made me happy. My hands reached the tops of her thighs, and I gently touched her pussy through the soft cotton. She was smiling a very pleased smile at me, and I gently stroked her, feeling the heat of her pussy.

My hands moved to her hips and grasped the waistband of her panties. She lifted her hips, and I slid them down her legs and off. I noticed as she steadied herself on the desk that she had removed her engagement ring at some point. I smiled to myself and thought that what Doug doesn't know won't hurt him.

She bunched the skirt up around her waist, and I was looking at the prettiest pussy I had ever seen - either in real life or in the centerfold of a magazine. it was a work of art, puffy outer lips surrounding a perfect pink slit, with a light covering of short red/blonde curls. If this happened today today, I'm certain she would shave her pussy, as she was stylish in every way, but this was before the time when that was done.

I'm sure my face showed my admiration for what I was seeing, and she beamed a fairly self-satisfied smile as I spread her legs wider. I had never been with anyone so uninhibited about showing her sex - certainly not with someone who would spread wide on a desktop in broad daylight without the slightest embarrassment. I didn't know such women existed, and it was a thrilling discovery I filed away for future reference.

I cupped her pussy with one hand, then ran one finger up and down, tracing her lips, then parting them and feeling her wetness for the first time. I spread her lips with one hand, then got my finger nice and wet and moved up to circle her clit. I heard a sharp intake of breath as I touched her clit, and slowed down, stroking her slowly and gently.

I moved my face closer, to watch as I played with her. I circled her clit slowly, then a little faster, then I slid down between her lips and slid one finger into her. She was absolutely steaming...white hot, juicy wet, and tight as a vice. I slowly pumped my finger in and out, watching her pussy swallow my finger...watching it comer out slick with her juices.

I had to taste her. I pushed her legs even farther apart, and moved my face in closer. I moved slowly, wanting both to tease her and to savor the moment. She squirmed when I breathed my hot breath on her clit, then I touched my tongue to her hard nub. She orgasmed at the first touch of my tongue to her clit - a small one, but unmistakable. She tensed, bucked, gasped, then slowly came back down.

I eased off briefly, then slid my tongue down between her lips, then back up to flick her clit. She had to use one hand to steady herself on the desk, but the other came to the back of my head, holding me to her pussy. I locked my mouth onto her...licking and sucking...varying my intensity from hard licking to barely touching her with my tongue.

She started moaning, and I looked up and hissed "Shhhh". I continued eating her, listening as she tried to muffle her moaning. I backed off with my tongue, and stroked her gently with just my fingers again. She looked down in frustration, and I just smiled up at her. I coated my middle finger with her juices and brought it up to her lips...first tracing them, then sliding my finger inside. She sucked her juices off, then continued sucking my finger, making me imagine her sucking my cock. I withdrew my finger from her mouth, and she looked down at me with a look that seemed to admit that she might have underestimated me...that I was a little more dangerous than she originally thought. She whispered down at me, "You're bad...Doug never does that." I smiled to myself and wondered what else Doug never did.

I attacked her pussy with enthusiasm, eating her with vigor. I could tell that she was building to a big orgasm, and I wanted to give it to her. I licked up and down, circled her clit with my tongue, then wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked while I pushed two fingers into her. That did it. She went over the edge, and it was probably the longest and most intense climax I had ever seen a woman have. Her whole body clenched, and I could feel wave after wave washing over her.

It finally started to subside, and I withdrew my face from her pussy. She looked absolutely shell-shocked - glassy-eyed, gasping for breath, seemingly unable to move. I smiled a devilish grin at her, but she seemed unable to respond. I sat back, and she started to recover her wits. She gave me a smile and said "That was amazing." Then she added, "But what about you?" I stood up, pushed my chair back, and started to unbuckle my belt.

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To be honest, before she said "What about you?" I hadn't given a single thought to my cock or my own pleasure. Hard to believe, I know, but the way she presented her pussy to me was so erotic and so unexpected, I hadn't thought about anything watching her...touching her...licking her...tasting her...and making her cum for me. But now that she mentioned it, yes, I realized that my pants were threatening to burst open and that there was no possible way I wasn't fucking her. It didn't occur to me until later that maybe that wasn't what she had in mind, but it didn't matter, as she gave no indication that it wasn't okay.

I dropped my pants to my ankles, then peeled my drawers down over my erection. She gratified me by exclaiming a shocked "Jesus Christ!" and the surprised look on her face told me that I was bigger than she was used to. Now it was my turn to smile a pleased smile.

She was still sitting on my desk. I scooted her to the front of the desk and spread her legs again. Her pussy was still soaking wet from her orgasms, and I positioned my cock between her pussy lips and slid it up and down her slit, coating my head with her juices. Then I pushed her knees up toward her chest and thrust my hips forward. I couldn't help looking down and watching my swollen head spread her lips wide and push inside. She was amazingly tight, but so wet that I slid right in, and I watched every inch of my shaft disappear into her.

We both moaned out loud, and I stayed there for what seemed like an hour, but was probably a few seconds...just buried to the hilt inside her. Then I slowly withdrew, still watching, as my cock slid inch by inch out of her. I thrust in again harder, and started fucking her with a slow steady rhythm.

The thought hit me that I hadn't seen her breasts yet, so I lifted her t-shirt and bra up in one motion, and she raised her arms so I could lift them off. She had smallish tits, either an A or B cup, milky white with small pink erect nipples, and they looked perfect. I stopped for a moment to play with her nipples, but then I had to start thrusting again.

I moved in to kiss her, and she deflected me, bringing her lips to my ear and whispering "Give it to me." I was hurt for a split second, but I understood - we weren't lovers, and this wasn't the beginning of a relationship. We were fucking, right now, and it was almost certainly a one-time thing. And that was fine. But I though to myself, "I'm going to give you something to remember."

I spread her even wider and started fucking her hard and fast, pistoning in and out of that tight little red-haired pussy. She gave a little squeal with every thrust, and I was beyond caring if anyone else was in the office to overhear.

I would like to say that I took her in umpteen different ways, and that it lasted for hour after hour without end. But the truth is that I was still pretty young and *way* too excited to last very long. Her moans told me that she was building up to another big orgasm, and I could feel the tingling in my balls and knew I was close.

I started fucking her in a frenzy, pounding her savagely as she stared at me with lust-filled eyes. I grunted that I was going to cum, and she hissed "I'm on the pill, cum inside me." That was a damn good thing, because I'm not sure I could have pulled out.

A couple more hard fast thrusts, and I started cumming...and kept cumming...grinding into her, my cock spasming wildly, shooting ropes of hot cum deep inside her. I was vaguely aware that she was in the throes of another huge climax, and after a few final thrusts and a few last spurts into her, we started to subside together.

I'm not sure how long we stayed frozen there, with her sitting on the edge of the desk, me standing on front of her, my cock buried balls deep. I could feel her pussy squeezing me, and our combined juices starting to leak out of her. Finally she rocked her hips and my cock popped out of her. She put her bra and shirt back on, mopped herself up with some tissues, then got off the desk and put her panties back on. I stood there dumbly for a second, then pulled my pants back up.

There was an awkward silence, and finally she said she'd better get going. I mumbled something like "Okay", and she gathered up her things, smiled at me, and left.

I wasn't expecting a repeat, and there wasn't one. We never exchanged a word or a glance or anything that hinted at what had happened. At first, things were awkward at work, but they quickly settled back into a friendly work relationship. But I will never forget that Saturday morning at the office.

Thank you, Heather.



Heather, A Snowstorm, & I



I had spent two whole days hiking up the side of the mountain when a snow storm suddenly popped up. I knew I had to get to shelter and fast! I remember a buddy of mine telling me about an old cabin from a previous trip. I realized that I was close to the spot he described and I went in search of the illusive shelter in the woods. I found the old broken down shack just as the snow started to get really heavy. I enter the cabin and began to light candles that I had found on an old table in the corner. After I had brightened up the dreary room, I began to build a fire out of wood that had been stockpiled in near the hearth. After the fire was built I slipped out of my soaking wet clothe and began to search for extra clothes in the old abandoned cabin. 

Suddenly the huge wood door swung open and an attractive young woman walked through the door just as I had found extra clothes. She was a petite brunette wearing a large winter coat and ski pants. She stumbled over her own words as I stood there folded clothes in had and wearing nothing but an embarrassed look. I put on the old rags I had found in the closet and asked, "What is your name?" 

The woman said, "Heather, and I assume you know how bad the snow is getting." I looked out one of the windows and was unable to see the trees that grow only twenty feet outside the front door.

Heather, realizing there was no where else to go asked if she could stay with me in the cabin. I was glad to have company in the middle of the storm anyway so I of course allowed her to stay. 

Heather discovered that there was only one blanket in the entire cabin. We agreed to share the blanket together near the fireplace in the drafty old cabin. As we sat there, I remembered a bottle of Champagne that I had found in the cupboard of the old cabin.

So there we were Heather and I alone in a one room cabin, sitting together by the fireplace under a blanket. We sat on a large bear skin rug that lay on the floor by the fireplace. As we began to loosen up and feel comfortable around each other, Heather and I talked about the hike as we dried our bodies from the day of hiking. The soft glow and the champagne we sipped had put us into a carefree mood. We spoke openly about all that was on our minds. Heather told me about a book she had read about perfect sex.

She said, "I read that the man is always supposed to start with kisses." I looked into her eyes looking for reassurance. I began to kiss her as our tongues lightly touched each other between the space that had grown shorter as we kissed. I began to let my instincts take control as I slowly eased Heather onto her back on the big furry bear skin rug. I started kissing her along the side of her neck, slowly moving down, down, down. 

When I had gotten to her blouse I unbuttoned it, revealing the lacy lingerie that his Heathers two beautiful breasts. I remember staring at them for what seemed an eternity but was only for a moment. I regained my control and continued kissing slowly down her chest until I came to her breasts. I unfastened her lacy lingerie top exposing her firm breasts to the chilly air that loomed in the cabin. I took her nipple into my mouth and sucked on it until it became firm and slightly moistened, and then I blew a quick blast of air across causing Heather to shiver slightly. I did the same with her right nipple and continued my kisses down her abdomen and toward her great legs and moistening the center of her pleasure. I got down between her legs and looked up at her bright eyes looking for reassurance to continue. 

All the excitement and slow arousal had caused my mouth to run dry. I used my now dry tongue to lap at her clit, sending a pleasurable tremor through her body. I licked and nibbled Heather's clit till she couldn't take anymore. Heather arched her back in pure ecstasy over the orgasm that swept over her body. I began to take the belt out of the pants that I was wearing and found it more difficult to remove them while experiencing a full erection. I took off my shirt and boxer and began to slowly enter Heather's pleasure point. I began to rhythmically swing my hips in and out. I began to speed up after I saw that heather was going to have another orgasm. Just as she was reaching her climax, I exploded with a feeling of relief and pleasure. We both collapsed under the single blanket on the warm bear skin rug.

During that night we never realized that that it was below freezing and over 3 feet of snow had fallen. All we knew was that we had kept warm by the most natural way we knew how and survived through the horrible snow storm without a care, only smiles and warm kisses.



Heather & Alex



Everybody featured in this story is at least 18 years of age.

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Heather and Alex Stockwell made out on Heather's bed. Heather and Alex were siblings, and Heather had known for a long time her younger brother secretly wanted to have sex with her. While Heather knew Alex's feelings for her were wrong, the idea also intrigued her, and she couldn't help being a little curious what it would be like with her brother. Alex also knew his feelings for his sister were wrong, but couldn't help watching her undress, and lusting after her. He was genuinely surprised when, while watching her, Heather invited him into her room.

"Oh, God, Alex," Heather gasped between kisses, "I love you so much..."

"I love you, too, Heather..." Alex whispered into his sister's mouth. As their tongues wrestled in their mouths, Alex groped his sister's large tits through her bra. Heather reached under her, and unhooked it, then pulled it off, and tossed it aside, and Alex immediately started licking and sucking on her large, brown nipples.

"Uhm..." Heather moaned. Her brother sucking on her nipples was making her pussy very moist. She also grinned as she felt Alex's hard cock rubbing against her leg through his boxers. Alex moved down, kissing down his sister's round, soft belly, until he got to her panties. He could already smell how wet Heather's cunt was before he pulled the crotch of her panties aside, and then he saw she was so wet, her pussy hair was matted to her skin.

Alex breathed in his sister's twat smell, then slid his tongue inside her juicy slit, tasting Heather's pussy. "Oh, God, Alex..." Heather moaned, her brow furrowing, as she felt Alex's tongue explore her dripping snatch. "Oh, God, yes! Yes, yes, yes!" Heather grabbed her tits and dug her nails in, when she felt the orgasm coming. "Yes!" Heather came, screaming so loud the whole family would've heard if they were home, and clawing her tits so hard, she nearly broke the skin.

Alex came back up, and they again kissed. "Hm," Heather sighed, smiling, "you taste like me."

"You were very wet," Alex grinned, as Heather licked some of her juices off his face, especially out of his beard.

Moments later, Alex lay on his back, as Heather slowly stroked his hard cock. He then felt her hot breath on it, as his sister wrapped her lips around his rigid shaft, and began to suck her brother off. "Oh, fuck..." Alex moaned, as Heather licked and sucked on his throbbing head. As Heather went, she tasted her brother's pre-cum, which told her how much he was enjoying the blowjob. She sucked harder, stroking her brother's shaft, until Alex started to jerk his hips, telling her he was close to cumming. 

Heather stopped, and smiled up at her brother. "God, I can't believe we're doing this."

"I know. This is so messed up, but I'm loving it."

Heather laughed. "I love you, Alex."

Moments later, Heather lay on her back, as her brother leaned over her, and inserted his cock into her. "Oh, God..." Heather moaned, as Alex started to thrust into her. "Oh, Alex...You're such a good little brother." Alex leaned down further, and tongue-kissed his sister. As he fucked her, Heather moaned into her brother's mouth. He sped up, and Heather pulled away, and cried out, "Oh, God! Oh, Alex, fuck me!" After a few minutes, Heather came, letting out a loud, hoarse cry, and digging her nails into her brother's back.

"You sure you wanna do this?"

"Seriously?" Heather laughed, "We're already fucking." Heather was on her hands and knees, with her ass in the air.

"I know, just..." Alex spread open Heather's ample butt-cheeks. "You have got a beautiful asshole, you know that?"

Heather again laughed. "No one's ever told me that before." Alex then leaned down, and proceeded to lick his sister's butt-hole, much to her pleasant surprise. "Oh, wow," Heather moaned, "God, I should've let you fuck me years ago." After eating her ass for a minute or so, Alex pressed his cock's head against it, and laboredly pushed it in. "Oh, fuck," Heather groaned, "Fuckfuckfuck, that feels good. God, Alex, you have no idea how long it's been since I've had a cock in there." Alex slowly worked his cock in and out of Heather's tight asshole, as Heather moaned and whined. After a couple of minutes of this, in spite of her pussy not even being touched, Heather felt another orgasm well up within her. "Aaaah, fuck!" she whined, as she came.

Alex was on his back again, as Heather once more sucked his cock, this time intent on making him cum. Alex felt his cock contract, and, with a loud groan, started ejaculating in his sister's mouth. As Alex shot his load, Heather swallowed rapidly, to keep up with the large amount of jism coming out of her brother's cock. After she swallowed all of it, Heather crawled up, and kissed her brother.

"Well," she said, "that was...interesting."

"One way to put it." Heather smirked, and again kissed Alex.



Heather and Bryan Have Fun



Author's Note: Due to popular demand, Bryan and Heather return. For further adventures of this lusty duo and their friends, check out "An Empty House and A Full Pussy", "There is Baking and There is Cooking", "Audacious Aunt Alexus" and "Vickie's Venture". As usual, suggestions and comments are always appreciated.

Heather was a totally blitzed, smashed, inebriated, but that was okay. She and Bryan had just celebrated their six-month anniversary. She still found it hard to believe that they'd been lovers for that long. It didn't seem possible that much time had passed. It was hard for her to believe that Bryan's beautiful, big cock had fucked her flaming red, yummy snatch hundreds of times. When Bryan suggested he and Heather have a special day for their anniversary, Heather was touched. She thought it was very cute that her remembered. It was Bryan's idea to rent a fancy hotel room and fuck to their heart's content. He'd saved a lot of money towards it [ but Heather had suggested her ever-naughty Aunt Alexus had chipped in ] and so far, the evening had been well-worth the expense.

Bryan, hunky, lovely, wonderful Bryan. Heather's heart belonged to Bryan, she didn't think their affair would last, but she adored him more and more with each passing day. She loved running her fingers through his sandy hair, she loved massaging his tanned skin, tasting the slight saltiness of his sweat when they fucked. He was her love, spending any time making love to him was magical. This evening had merely been icing on the cake. Heather looked over at him, he flashed her a great, big smile and her heart melted.

Riding up the elevator to their hotel room in the plush Ambassador hotel, Heather was happier than she had ever been. Heather thought that people who said it was wrong to have sex with a family member should find someone as wonderful as Bryan. Or her delicious Aunt Alexus. They shared their bodies and their passions freely, no one was being hurt, it was all love and wild passion. Bryan treated her like a Queen, her loving brother cherished her above all others. Her Aunt Alexus was always there for the pair of them whenever she was needed – or desired. Thinking of her Aunt Alexus' beautiful, sensual, long-legged body, the way her hair swished around in the throes of passion, the way her blue eyes flashed --- okay, she thought, don't get carried away here.

"You okay over there, sissy?" Bryan beamed at her as she weaved about.

"Mmm-hmm, can't wait to get you into that room and get all of those clothes off you, you studmuffin!" she giggled, still reeling from the effects of the champagne cocktails she'd consumed. Heather moved closer to her brother and fiddled with his tie. "Why did you wear sooo many clothes anyway, silly boy?" she cooed.

"Hmm, I wonder? Do you think it might be because I know how much my little fucktoy of a sister likes to undress me, that's why!" he grinned playfully. "Not that I don't like seeing you strip too, baby."

Heather was well aware of that. Now, each and every time they had sex, Bryan had her do a striptease. As a result, she was spending more and more of the money she was earning with Vickie on clothes. She had 3 drawer-fulls of thongs, teddies, stockings and other slinky undies. She had 25 pairs of shoes and even a kinky pair of "fuck-me" boots. She had cocktail dresses and slinky slit skirts, all bought with the intent of getting her hunky brother's cock hard and ready to fuck her. Vickie was constantly telling her what a hottie she'd turned into over the last few months, sentiments echoed by Vickie's folks and Heather's own Aunt Alexus. 

Every item of clothing worked, all of them. No matter what she wore, Heather never failed to get Bryan hot and bothered. Every once in a while, she would flash him at an inappropriate time, like when their folks were around. It drove him crazy.

Bryan also chipped in whenever he could, he loved buying clothes for his hot sister, and he sure as hell got off on watching her model them. Seeing Heather's pretty green eyes look up at him as she sucked him off, it never failed to make him stiff as hell. The little black number she was wearing now was one of his faves – it was sheer with a rose pattern over it, see-thru, almost scandalous. The skirt ended just below her ass and was daringly short. Heather wore her favorite black satin bra and matching thong, which Bryan already would have wagered was soaked with her juices.

Heather leaned in and pressed those cupcake-tits against Bryan's firm chest. "Ooooh, lover, I don't think we're gonna make it to the room!" the tipsy girl purred. "I wanna get naked now and fuck my man!"

He laughed. "Heather, you're a nut. My dear, horny sister, we can't do anything here, we're in a fucking elevator!"

"So?"

"Heather babe, if we get caught, they'll kick us out of here. Our secret might get out and we'd have to stop fucking each other, and I never want that to happen. Besides, I want to see that hot little bod of yours sprawled all over that bed. I want to fuck you in that big shower in the morning, too! Do you really think it's worth the risk?"

"Yup." she grinned with a woozy smile. Heather continued on teasing her brother. "Oooh, you'll getcher chance to fuck me in the nice, big bed, lover." she murmured as she ran her hands over his chest and toyed with the buttons of his shirt. "But your impulsive little slut of a sister isn't gonna wait, baby!"

"Oh Geez, sis, just what the fuck are you doing?"

Heather was just being her normal, reckless, impulsive, sexy self. Despite his protests to the contrary, it was one of the things Bryan loved about his sister-lover. If she hadn't been willing to take risks, they wouldn't be together. They wouldn't have seduced their gorgeous Aunt Alexus and shared her sexual favors, nor those of Heather's sexy friends, Vickie and Brandi. Bryan just decided to go with the flow.

Heather reached out and hit the Emergency Stop button. She grinned over at Bryan, who was just shaking his head in disbelief, still amazed at his crazy, fucky sibling.

"You really are a little minx!"

"Yeppers. And you're stuck with me!"

He grabbed his sister's tight, round little ass and pulled Heather close, kissing her hard on the lips. "You hear me complaining?" Bryan asked her.

"You'd better not!" Heather grinned wickedly, her sobriety slowly returning. "Let's do this thing baby, I figure we've got about half an hour before the rescue party arrives!" With that, Heather dropped to the floor of the elevator and reached out, unzipping her brother's fly and fishing for his beautiful cock. She took it into her mouth and used her talented tongue on his rod. Bryan's knees nearly buckled at her efforts. He'd never had anyone suck his dick with the precision and skill that Heather did, it blew his mind every time. The girl he had dated before they began their affair, Kari, would barely consent to give him a hand-job, any kinky thing Bryan was up for, so was his equally-kinky sister!

Heather's tongue was the best, the most adept, the hottest, Bryan nearly came every time she sucked him off. But for Heather's pleasure, Bryan had learned to hold off, his self-control was wonderful. Heather adored the taste of his cum and she swallowed it every time, but Bryan concentrated hard on not losing it just yet.

"Mmmphhh!" was all Heather could mutter as she lustily sucked Bryan's dick. Her cat-green eyes looked up at him, she saw him holding back. It was one of the reasons she adored her stud-brother, he always gave their fucking his all. Even during their threeways with Aunt Alexus or another playmate, Bryan always made sure his little hottie was taken care of.

There wasn't much room for their perverse fun, even though the elevator was fairly spacious. Bryan was just thankful it wasn't one of those glass elevators that many of the fancy hotels had, Heather had a small exhibitionistic streak, it was not a trait they shared.

"Okay you little bitch, MY turn!" Bryan snarled in mock anger, watching Heather right herself. Bryan took great delight as heather hiked up the short, lacy skirt, revealing that great ass with the tiny heart tattoo. Only a select few had ever seen it, his name was stenciled in very tiny letters on her adorable rump. Bryan had a similar one on his ankle. Bryan saw that he had been right, her adorable little snatch was dripping.

He crooked his finger and stroked the adorable, beloved pussy, then inserted it, driving it deep. Bryan heard Heather's delighted yelp and that was his cue, he buried his face in the tight red quim and began eating her, after six months of sexual perversion, the horny brother knew full well how Heather loved to be eaten. His tongue snaked and slithered all over the soft, tight pussy, nearly bare. He loved that pussy, he was just happy no one had caught on to their illicit games, because Bryan knew he'd never be able to live without fucking his sister-lover.

He feasted on pussy, the wettest, hottest cunt in existence. Screwing Hannah was something he knew he would never tire of. Looking around for a second, he figured it out, how he was going to screw her.

"Okay you fuckable bitch, lean in against that wall!" he growled. Heather knew well when his brother gave a command like this, he had her best interests at heart and everything he did to her would just make the fucking more intense. She leaned against the wall and braced herself, holding on to the railing at the back. She could feel Bryan pull her tiny thong aside.

Then, Bryan was inside of her, hard and demanding, his cock surging inside Heather's tight, horny pussy. Oh, it was so good, this kinky fucking, the lewdness of incest combined with the chance they might be discovered. Bryan never disappointed her, as he slammed hard in and out of her hot cunt, his strong hands manipulated her round tits through her dress.

"Like this, don't you, you fuck-hungry cunt?" he growled.

"Yes, fuck yes, you know I do!" Heather squealed, tossing her head to the side, her lips seeking his for a kiss. The passionate redhead saw the lust and love reflected in her sibling's eyes and used the kegel exercises she practiced to tighten her pussy muscles around his dick.

"You gorgeous bitch, you know I love it when you do that!" Bryan groaned as his sister fucked him back with complementary skill. The elevator rocked a bit as the incestuous duo fucked, but that only added to the fun.

Bryan could never get over his sister's sexual creativity. Just when he thought they'd reached the pinnacle of their kink, Heather pulled out something like this. Her slinky body, sexy as hell in high heels and that hot dress, pumped back against him. He wanted more and he took it. "Fuck it!" Bryan hissed and ripped the thong from her body, her pussy now totally bare as he fucked her even deeper. It was times like this, when Bryan was pure sexual animal, that she found him a sexual dynamo. She rocked against him as his wonderful, lovely cock fucked her, deeper and deeper. 

Bryan slapped her sexy ass, she had the cutest butt. He'd fucked that cute ass a few times, at her request, when they were both feeling wild and uninhibited. When she was in the mood for it, Heather really loved being fucked up the ass, she yelled and carried on for hours.

"Man, I'm so damned close!" Bryan said, looking at his watch and noticing the time. He and Heather had been screwing for well over half an hour, in a hotel this high-class, Bryan assumed it wouldn't be much longer that someone might come looking for them.

"H-Heather – baby, we've got to slow down, we've got to stop baby!" Bryan panted, trying to pull away from her. Heather was having none of it.

"Awww baby, I'm nearly there!" Heather mewled.

"Baby, they're gonna be here any minute, bet on it!" Bryan said, putting his cock away as he moved back against the wall. He straightened himself out and insisted Heather do the same, noting her angry pout as she did so.

Bryan's instincts had been correct. When "help" did come, Bryan fabricated a story about the elevator stopping and Heather being claustrophobic. His sister should have been an actress, the performance she put on. She and Bryan thanked everyone for all their help, assured them all was fine and practically ran to their hotel room.

"Get naked, NOW!" Heather hissed through clenched teeth. She was removing that lacy dress as fast as she could, the bra tossed casually to the floor. All she cared about was cock, her lover's big, thick, fucking hard cock! She raced to the plush bed and watched with delighted eyes as Bryan stripped. If anything, his body was even leaner, more muscled, than it had been six months ago. He moved towards the bed and was beside her, his cock ready to be inside of Heather again, experiencing the tightness of her sister's exquisite pussy.

She moved fast, slid her compact, sexy body on top of him, and was packed with cock in short order. Heather bounced up and down, moving her hips and ass back and forth, moving in sexy rhythm as Bryan fucked her the way she liked – hard, strong and fast.


Even though his adored sister was riding him, Bryan was by no means an inactive participant. He moved every which-way, he pumped his body upwards, sending his cock as deep inside of her as it could get. Heather was panting and moaning, he loved that about her. He thought it must be a family trait, their Aunt Alexus was equally noisy in the bedroom.

"There – ohhhh yesss, baby, that's the spot – ohhh God, Bry, you know how to fuck me, you know what I like, fuckme, fuck the HELL out of me babe!" Heather yelled. Bryan found it so very sexy that Heather had virtually no inhibitions.

"Fuck yeah, Heather baby, take it, take all that cock, you fucking whore!" Bryan yelled, knowing Heather really loved nasty language while being fucked. He could feel the tremors her body made and he knew she was cumming. While she climaxed, Bryan followed suit and let go inside of her pussy. She leaned over a few minutes later and licked the remnants of cum from his softening cock.

"Good thing I'm on the pill!" Heather giggled, now stone-cold sober. Bryan nodded in agreement.

"Wow, that little experience in the elevator was great foreplay!" Bryan smiled as Heather ran her fingers lazily over his chest.

"That's for sure, glad I thought of it" Heather smiled. "Hmm – before we check out, I've got another naughty idea. Do you want me to call Aunt Alexus and the three of us can try out the Parking Garage?" Heather said, batting her eyelashes.



Heather and Bryan's New Life



I'm returning to two of my most popular characters, Heather and Bryan, in a new series. Starting with this chapter, you'll see what their lives are like now, but if you have any suggestions, my ears are open and I'm willing to listen. I hope you enjoy their latest escapades and those yet to cum! I also should than Mithragoddess who suggested this series way back when. For those of you who are new to the characters, please start with "An Empty House and a Full Pussy" and go from there. ~~ BrettJ

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Bryan Adamson looked around the home he had grown up in. It looked comfortable and familiar and reminded him of his happy childhood.

Which was precisely the problem.

The young newlywed appreciated the tremendous sacrifice his mother had made. She had given him the house as a wedding present, with his father's full consent. His parents were now legally separated, although it appeared as if it would be amicable. His mother's new living arrangements were highly unusual, but what aspect of Bryan's ... and his family's ... life wasn't?

Bryan was married and he adored his new wife, but Racquel wasn't the first and truest love of his life. She was an extremely close second and she knew it and was totally cool with it. The great passion of Bryan's life was Heather, his vivacious, crazy as sin younger sister. The fiery little redhead had latched on to him a few years ago and never let go. Fortunately, everything had worked out for the best. He met Racquel who accepted his relationship with Heather for a number of reasons. The first reason was that her new husband, 2 years her junior, was her first male lover and after experiencing his wonderful cock, she didn't want another. The second reason was that she could hardly cast aspersions on his incestuous relationship, given the fact she shared her body with her mother Ingrid and older sister Carrie. The third reason and the most important is the fact that once Racquel experienced Heather's sexual heat for herself, she felt the same overwhelming lusts for the girl that her husband did. Since their honeymoon, the three had not spent a single night apart. One of Racquel's naughty turn-ons was to watch her husband fuck his sister, fill her full of cum and then eat her out. Then Bryan would regain a good head of steam and do the same to her. If he was tired, the girls would continue until they collapsed. Racquel often giggled and teased her husband that his sister outdid him and was a fucking nymphomaniac. No one in their family disputed that either.

Bryan grew to accept his fate, but every time he thought he'd adjusted to life "the way it would be", something new came along to keep him on his toes. There was Heather's best friend Vickie, who had shared their bed on a few occasions and worked as a part-time escort. Bryan had recently discovered his sister had worked with Vickie on a few occasions to earn money for his wedding gift. He would have been insanely jealous about it had he not known that all of Vickie's clients were women.

There were several other playmates that shared their bed from time to time. Their friend Brandi, who was working on her goal of becoming a world-class chef, had treated them to a fabulous dinner and an even more decadent dessert.

Besides Brandi, another lover had shared their bed, a lover who had been their first confidante and provided them with a place for some of their illicit trysts. That woman was their aunt Alexus, a sexy, pert strawberry-blonde who was a truly "fucky" human being. Heather always wondered why her aunt had never married because she could have easily have chosen any man she wanted. Or woman, for that matter ... gay marriage was becoming legal in many more places. It amused them both when Brandi and Alexus hooked up and began seeing each other on a regular basis. It scandalized Brandi's family, although no one said much about it to Alexus. That surprised no one, Alexus' brother, their father, was in no position to make any accusations. As for their mother Brigit, she had recently sampled the charms of both Alexus and Brandi and found them irresistible.

Bryan loved that there was a lot of love, sex and passion in his family and hoped that would continue for years to come. He was glad that Heather and his wife were out for lunch, a girl's afternoon and then buying some paint and new furniture for the house. His mother Ingrid had insisted on paying for some of the furniture and all of the paint for the new house. Bryan had protested, but the women had swarmed all over him and worn down his resistance in their unique way. They'd continued fucking him to a frazzle until Bryan would have agreed to anything.

Bryan wanted the house to look very different. He'd already divided the master bedroom in half and planned to convert it into guest rooms for when Inger or his sister visited. He was sure that his mom would come over for frequent visits, plus Alexus, Brandi and Vickie were likely to pop in unannounced. He'd already decided to tear down the wall between his old room and Heather's and join it as one, plus have the adjoining bathroom made larger and have a sunken tub installed. He had some of these ideas in his head, but there was one glitch ... Bryan wasn't a designer, he was a fledgling teacher and money would be tight for a few years. Racquel and Heather would be contributing income, but he would have to be economical. He couldn't afford to hire a designer and that gnawed at him. He wanted his girls to have the best he could give them. His train of thought was broken by the ringing of the doorbell. He went downstairs to find his aunt Alexus on the stoop. He let her in and gave her a big, welcoming hug.

"God, do you ever not look gorgeous?" Bryan flattered her. In a gauzy summer frock, she did indeed look delectable and Bryan already felt his libido rising. There was something about all of the women in his family that got to him.

"Listen to you, a newlywed and you're already lusting after other women," Alexus teased as she kissed him in a way most aunts would not. "I was supposed to go with your wife ... wives ... it's still weird to think of them that way ... but Heather said you were puttering around here and I should come over and see what has you all flummoxed."

He sat down on the sofa across from Alexus, who crossed her silky legs and noticed him watching. She wagged her finger at her nephew and said "Spill."

"It's this house aunt ... Alexus," Bryan spoke. It was still hard not to call her "aunt" but after they had shared a bed so many times, she had insisted he lose the formality.

"What's wrong with it?" Alexus said as she leaned forward. Bryan could smell her perfume mingled with the subtle aroma of her body. He loved the soft Jasmine perfume she favored, it was unlike Heather's lilac or Racquel's flowery scents.

"What's wrong with it?" Alexus asked him. "I've always loved this house, I think my brother made a great investment when he bought it. I was glad he agreed to let your Mom have it in the settlement so that she could give it to you and Racquel, it's so nice that you won't have to move away."

"Yeah, but I don't always want to be remembering that this was the same house that I grew up in," Bryan sighed. "Especially not during ... you know." Alexus laughed, remembering that fucking her and Heather in this house hadn't seemed to bother him before. She let Bryan continue with his thoughts. "Some people might be cool with that, but I'm not one of them. I've got some ideas on how I want things to look, but I'm not a designer or an architect -- I can see them in my head, but can't put them across on paper."

Alexus smiled at her nephew. "I studied interior design before my life took me in another direction," She told Bryan. "If we sit down here with some pencils and paper, I might be able to work up some sketches to show the contractors what it is you're looking for."

Bryan's entire mood brightened. "Hey, that's great! I want things to look like this ..." He started outlining his plans to his aunt, who began busily scribbling down on the paper he provided. Within a few hours between them they had managed to draw up some fairly decent-looking plans that would plainly describe the features that he was looking for. Bryan had no idea his sexy aunt had such talent and then he realized he knew little about her, save that she was his father's younger sister and that she was kinky, naughty and a tigress in the sack.

Bryan didn't know what came over him at that moment, whether it was gratitude or a memory of the good times he'd shared with her and Heather, but he pulled Alexus into his arms and kissed her with a hot passion. As it had been a while since Alexus had been with a man, she made no attempt to resist her sexy nephew and kissed him back. His arms were still solid and his body sexy, she yearned to feel him fucking her again, plunging deep inside her body and giving her the kind of sex he was so good at providing. Bryan was an intense, masterful fuck and that is just what she needed at that moment in time.

He pulled Alexus upstairs to the new guest bedroom and began getting out of his clothes as quickly as he could. There was only one priority to him at this time and that was fucking! Alexus was so sexy, he noticed her stripping out of the summery little outfit she had worn and was not at all surprised to see she'd worn nothing underneath. Like his naughty wife and kinky sister, Alexus liked to be ready for sex and now she was.

Alexus could be very aggressive when she needed to be and that need was upon her now. She shoved Bryan back on to the bed and straddled his naked body. He was almost beautiful in his way, there were certain similarities between his face and Heather's, both were as lovely as statues with eyes and features that drew you in. She kissed his lovely face while running her hands down his body and appreciating his masculinity as well.

Ah yes, there was no sense in denying Bryan was a man as well, because between his legs lay empirical evidence. A cock that was long and thick and could give any woman what she needed. Alexus took it into her mouth and began to suck on it. It responded quickly, partially because Alexus was a marvelous cocksucker and partially because Bryan was a stud who was always ready to fuck. Once she had him hard enough, she swung her own slender body around so she could get some tongue from him as well. Bryan had mad skills at oral, skills which had improved over the past several months from all the practice he got.

Bryan certainly wasn't going to object to eating his aunt's pussy, although at times like this, it was hard to think of her as an aunt. She had voracious sexual appetites and brought them to bed each and every time. As her head bobbed up and down on his cock and as he ate her, Bryan took a second to thank whatever gods had granted him this incredible sex life. He heard Alexus shriek in her familiar way and sensed that he had made her cum! Bryan was well aware that it would be the first of many.

There were few women as wanton and crazy in bed as Alexus, Bryan had the good fortune to have bedded several of them. She extricated herself from his cock and wiggled her body at him, getting on all fours. Heather and Racquel liked it on top and liked to have a measure of control while fucking. Alexus did enjoy top-riding, but she liked the deep penetration and out-of-control sensations she enjoyed while fucking in the doggy position. As her stud nephew was the first male she'd been with in several months, she intended to take advantage of that by having him fuck her that way now.

Bryan gave the lady what she wanted. He made sure to drive in slowly but keep up a nice, steady pace and not ignore the rest of her sexy body. Her skin was a bit darker in shade than normal and it was then he remembered she and Brandi had taken a little island vacation last month. He chuckled to himself as he wondered how much of the islands the two naughty women had actually seen.

Alexus' pussy was filled with cock and she sensed that a second orgasm was imminent. Bryan was like a machine when he fucked, he had lots of stamina and was never in a hurry to cum. She groaned as the climax hit and pulled away from him. Sucking his cock down her throat, she fellated him until she got what she now desired most of all, a mouthful of his spunk. She giggled and moved away, both of them sated ... for the moment.

"Now that's an afternoon well spent," Alexus smiled hours later after a few more fucks that left them both tired. She knew when his girls got home, he'd be ready for them regardless. That was simply how things were with him.

"I'd agree, thanks for helping me with the designs," Bryan grinned as he hugged his aunt. "Now I just need to come up with the cash to hire builders and contractors."

"I think I can help with that too, baby," Alexus smiled. She still had several friends who worked in construction and as contractors. "I'm sure I can find you people who will be willing to work for very reasonable rates." Alexus smiled and thought perhaps she and Brandi could team up and provide lunches for the men and coffee breaks that no other perk could even come near.