Message-ID: <1426eli$9706111510@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: Path: qz!not-for-mail Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: "Paul Christiansen" Subject: REPOST: The Adventures of Heather, Part 23B [A-E] [FF] Warning: The material that follows is adult in nature, containing graphic sex descriptions. If you are not over 18, or if such material is offensive to you, stop here and move on to another story. Post comments to my anon id or to A.S.S.D. Thanks. Thanks to all my readers who contributed ideas for outfits, sexual techniques, and situations. These individuals, of course, remain anonymous. The Adventures of Heather, Part 23B By "RAMAPO" Traci's boobs were so very different than Heather's. In size, they were very close to the same, but where Heather's were so very firm and jutting, with upswept very long nipples, Traci's were softer, slightly droopy (not from age, just breast type), and when held gently underneath in a shelf bra, the top jiggled in waves of motion so sensuous that Heather would get instantly wet watching them. Heather loved to watch, hold, squeeze, suck and press against these breasts. It was the biggest turn-on for her when she and Traci did this. In fact, one of the most sensuous things Heather and Traci did was to lay side by side, pussies locked together with legs intertwined, their pubic bones pressing down on each other's clits. In this position, their chests were tightly pressed against each other, the tissues flattened and bulging out under their arms, the pressure on their ribs and tits making their breasts ache with desire, causing them to swell even more and the pleasure increase. They would very, very slowly grind their hips together and let their desire build and build. Just at the point where one or the other was going to orgasm, they would whisper please stop to the other and they would cease for a minute or two until they pulled back from the brink. Then, gently, begin again. Each time, the approach would take them higher and higher. After a half dozen or more cycles, they would both be almost crazed with lust and finally, they just couldn't stop and would end up frantically grinding against each other, holding each other tighter and tighter, and then the orgasms would take them together, so intense they would both hang on the edge of consciousness, their bodies on total overload. The pleasure was so intense both would be making all kinds of noises and saying obscene things to each other. Traci once recorded this and at times played it back to herself in the car while she drove to work. One hand would always be up her skirt, inside her panties, with at least one finger working the inside of her pussy. They would lay there, covered in sweat, lubrication pouring down their legs and bed onto a towel placed under them, kissing and whispering sweet nothings to each other, but still tight together. And after twenty minutes or so to rest, they would start again. In the minutes it took Traci to get back to Heather, the smile, jiggle, swing of those oh so familiar hips and (it actually caused her to groan out loud) the sight of Traci's feet in these open toed heels was almost more than she could bear. If the room had been empty, she would have jumped her right there. As it was, it was a near thing. Heather felt her nipples go rock hard under her shirt and a brief glance down showed her that there was no use trying to hide them from the rest of the room. Miniture Mt. Everests stood proudly, pointing slightly upward. Just the reaction Traci was hoping for. "Hi, stranger. I missed seeing you last night. How did the studying go?" "Fine. I think I did OK on the test. Hey. I thought you promised not to get me too sexed up during the day? You KNOW when your tits jiggle like that I get crazy for you. And the goddamn shoes aren't helping any. Ever since Inga. God, you just look fantastic. I wish we were alone." The tone was very quiet so no one could hear. "Glad to hear it." Softer. "Sorry, I just missed you so much, I couldn't resist." Louder. "Can I ask you to drive me somewhere after class. My car broke down this morning and is in the shop." "Sure. I'm all done in about thirty minutes. Where to?" "Ummm. I'll tell you in the car. Not too far. I'll wait in the lobby." It took all of her restraint not to lean over and kiss Heather on the mouth and take one of those wonderful nipples in her fingers and squeeze. There were times when being secret lovers just about drove her crazy. This was one of them. Now that Heather was all sexed up and her nipples and face showed it, they could do nothing about it. Heather was right. During the day was no place for these games. It was too hard. They walked out to the car and Heather started it and let the air conditioner cool it off before they started out. "Where to?" "Here's the address. It's my shrink." Traci said, watching Heather out of the corner of her eye. "A shrink?! You never told me you see a shrink!" Heather was very surprised. Her horniness faded a bit. "Well, it's got nothing to do with us. I just have some things to work out and Janet. Dr. Janet Fielding. She's very nice. Has helped me a lot. I come home from the visits very relaxed." "Oh, would you wait for me? It takes an hour. I realize this is an imposition, but I couldn't think of anyone else. "It's not a problem. Glad I could do it. You should have just borrowed the car." Traci smiled. "Now, I never get enough time with you alone as it is, so I thought this would be a good excuse. Oh. I really am sorry about the outfit. I just missed you." "Well, I miss you too, but you'll notice that I've stopped stripping for you in class, or hiding under your desk and eating you out. We were getting crazy and you would have ended up fired and me out on my ass, trying to explain to my straight parents why I got kicked out of school, along with my lesbian lover, for open sex in the classroom. Now that my parents know you and like you, we can't mess this up." Heather concentrated on driving. "But you did like the outfit?" Traci said with a sheepish smile. "What do you think? My pants are soaked. It's a good thing I like them that way, or I'd spend my entire day changing underwear every time you walked by me." Traci knew Heather was right. And it was a good thing that Traci liked the thought of Heather's underwear being wet with lubrication. She loved eating her out through the cotton and feeling the fluid flow into her mouth. When Heather lubricated, it just poured out of her. They both laughed. Traci ran her hand up the back of Heather's neck under the thick mane of hair and then her nails up and down the nape of her neck. The long red nails were a nice contrast to the dark hair and white skin. Heather's breathing went tight. "Traci, how close are we?" "Ten minutes or so." "Get over here and fuck me, honey. I'll never make it back to your place." "I thought you'd never ask, darling." And with that, she slid over on the seat and pulled Heather's skirt up, with Heather lifting and shifting her hips to allow the fabric to bunch up around her waist. Heather was right. Her tight cotton briefs were soaked, the dark stain spreading halfway up to her waist. The smell of the cum soaked panties was all Traci needed and she put one arm around Heather's shoulders and the other hand went to Heather's now open pussy and a long index finger began to push the panties to one side. "Don't run us off the road." A long finger slid inside Heather's sopping pussy. Heather groaned. "Yes. That's so good. More. Put more in. I need it. Please." "My sexy lover, your pussy is just waiting for my long nails to slid inside and tickle you. Make you come all over my hand. There's another long nail." Another finger slid inside. Heather was almost bouncing on the seat. Traci's fingers were going around and around inside. She could feel the pressure and her belly tightened. "Oh, are you ready to come for me, darling? Now, another. And another." Four fingers were now inside her swollen vagina, Heather was grunting out loud from the waves of pleasure as they hit her. Her driving was a bit erratic, and she was slowing down as her attention shifted from the road to the wild sensations in her cunt. "Traci, fist me! Please, fist me!" Heather had never asked for that before, and Traci had never done it to another woman. She had seen porno movies with women doing it, but had never experienced it. She was worried she'd hurt Heather. "Are you sure?" Her fingers were working Heather like a flute. There was no doubt that Heather was wet enough. And, open enough. Traci's fist wasn't all that large. Maybe it would work. Heather groaned wildly and opened her left leg up until it hit the door. Her right leg swung up over Traci's thighs and the car, with no gas, started to slow rapidly. Traci put her left foot on the gas peddle and the car picked up. Pushing up with her fingers, she pushed her hand further and further inside, coiling her long nails into the palm of her hand as it entered Heather, and then, her entire fist was inside. Heather cried out with lust in her voice and Traci began to pump and inch or so, in and out. After only seconds, Heather orgasmed with a shriek that came from the depth of her soul. Her vagina clamped down so hard on Traci's fist she couldn't have moved it if she tried. The car began to wander from the lane and Traci tried to swing her left arm around from behind Heather's head, now bent back in orgasm. It was a contortionist act, but she finally got a hand on the wheel and drifted the car back into the lane. A drunken sailor could drive better than this. Honking horns were going off all around them. Slowly, she withdrew her fist from Heather, unfolding her hand and sliding it out. A copious flow freshly wet the cotton panties as the vagina slowly closed and Traci pulled the cotton over the still swollen and stretched lips. Heather's clit was fully extended and was now pinned under the tight cotton, pointing up at Heather's navel, like the pseudo cock it was. Traci couldn't resist but run her finger up and down the turgid member and feel Heather tense and buck at the intense sensations. Traci had sweat on her lip and brow and realized she was very aroused from this. But the parking lot was coming up and there was no time. Heather parked in a groggy trance. "Listen. I'll go in, you sit and calm down. Come up to 507 and wait if you like. I don't mind. Are you OK? I've, I mean, we've never done that before. Wow, did you get off on that! That was some orgasm. Even for you!" "Yes." She said weakly. "That was fantastic. I need a minute to clear my head. 507 you said, right?" "OK. God, I smell like your pussy. I hope the Dr. doesn't mind. Maybe I can hit the ladies room in the hall. See you later." And she slammed the door and walked away, leaving Heather leaned over the wheel. Heather sat, her nipples still hard, her breathing just beginning to slow down. She had just begged Traci to fist her. Where did that come from? Pretty wild, even for her. Yeah, even for her. The long minutes passed. She was so wet she was sure she must be sitting in a pool of fluid, so she looked around to be sure no one was looking, and slid out of the car and let her skirt fall quickly while she was shielded mostly by the door. She was right. There was a small wet spot on the seat. She wiped it up with a Kleenex and took a deep breath and went into the building, out of the heat. Good thing it was hot outside. Her face was still fully flushed from the strong emotions. She could still feel the intense phantom pressure of Traci's fist inside her, a phantom lover as she rode the elevator up to the fifth floor. That was definitely wild and she had loved it. Yet another new technique to explore. Wait till she did it to Traci. Just wait. The doors opened and she found the office. The receptionist was a very attractive blond with long hair pulled back into a tight bundle behind her. A dazzling grin. Nice, smallish breasts, no bra to see (or probably needed), white blouse. Delicate hands with long fingers. And very long nails, a perfect set, painted a delicate shade of pink, to match her lipstick. Behind the desk, Heather couldn't see any more. Yes, very attractive. The name tag on the desk said Sherry. "Do you have an appointment?" "No, actually, I'm Traci's ride. Is it all right if I wait here where it's cool? It's very hot out." "Oh, really? I haven't been out since I got here this morning and it was cool then. You are very flushed. Would you like a drink of water?" Her eyebrow was raised a bit, a bit of a snickering smirk on her lips. Did she suspect Heather had just had sex? Heather spotted the water cooler with its blue jug of water behind the receptionist. "Thanks, that would be nice." She went over and stood by Sherry as Sherry filled a paper cup with water. As she turned to give the cup to Heather, the definite delicate smell of sex drifted into Sherry's nostrils. Her eyebrow went up even higher as she handed over the cup. "Yes, I see it is very hot out today for some people. I think some people get hotter than others, don't you agree?" Heather looked at her curiously for a second, then caught the double meaning. Yes, she knew. "Yes, I suppose that's very true. With your fair skin, I bet you get pretty hot yourself - under the right conditions." End Part 23B (A-E) -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /