This is a story about the sexual awakening of a young woman. If you either; A) aren't into that, B) aren't old enough to be reading it, or C) can't read, you should really stop here. If you liked (or hated) this story, drop us a line at ybother1122@yahoo.com. Don't take anything you read here too seriously, we certainly didn't.
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Unlike the night on the beach, Heather knew now that people were watching her, and that fed her arousal. She looked the dark haired man with his cock in his hand, directly in the eye, and moved her hips faster until she shuddered and cried out. The stranger beneath her pulled her down hard on him, and let out a moan at the same time, but Heather didn't wait for his body to stop shaking before she rolled herself off him, and lay flat on her back beside him.
She looked directly at the dark haired man, who was still stroking his cock, and said, "You -- I want you next."
Without a word the man lay down next to Heather and curled his arm under her back, pulling her towards him for a kiss. He smelled of cedar and spices, some kind of cologne that didn't come from a department store. His lips were firm.
"I must warn you," he said. "My wife is very possessive, she does not share easily."
Heather furrowed her brow, "Then what are you doing here?"
"You misconstrue," he said.
Another pair of hands drifted over the girl's belly, resting on her thighs. She looked over to see the honey-haired blonde actress. She was wearing a golden chain around her waist and nothing else. Her eyes had a strange glare, something brittle and bright.
"I missed you the other night, Heather." She said in the smoky voice that made her every director's choice for the dangerous woman with a murky past. "I don't like to miss out on anything."
Heather gasped as the actress lunged in and started feasting on her breast. There was a fervor there she had never felt, an urgency that bordered on the frightening. The sensations rippled along her skin and rocketed up and down her spine. The girl felt horribly embarrassed when the words she wanted to say broke free and spilled out for everyone to hear:
"I loved that movie you did with the psycho doctor Miss..."
The woman flipped Heather's leg over her shoulder and gave her pussy a long, rough lick, "You can call me Penny."
The man looked into her eyes and smiled, "She is a gentle person, and she cares about so many things."
He slithered up and placed his cock against her lips, pushing slightly before she parted her lips and allowed him entrance. As she dragged down to the base of him, she was aware the strange musk was all over his body.
Penny's tongue was long. It alternated between running deep into Heather and beating against her clit like a jackhammer. One hand reached up to tease her breast while the other slipped between her folds and locked against her pubic bone. The fingers within her moved in quick, small circles, hitting a part of her she hadn't felt before and drew a strangled cry from Heather.
The Oscar winner raised her head to giggle, "Such an angel, you're just like Hillary Duff."
Heather bobbed her head along the man's cock absently. She knew she wasn't doing a good job for him. She was distracted by the rising swell in her belly. The woman between her legs was the center of her universe. The savagery of her tongue was countered by the gentleness of the fingers within her. An orgasm was not far off.
The man made a sound, something between a grunt and a cough, and Penny flipped Heather over on her stomach with a wrench. As soon as she landed the actress was again between her legs, this time running her tongue closer and closer to the girl's anus. She parted her ass, smiled a second and speared it with her tongue an inch deep, pulling back a few seconds after the girl cried out.
"Rog," she asked. "What is the best part about having a young girl's ass?"
Rog smiled and pulled his cock out of Heather's mouth. "It's got to be the look on her face. The shock, the surprise and betrayal; It's priceless."
Penny gave Heather's bottom another long, rough lick and smiled, "Give me that look."
Rog quickly positioned himself over Heather, straddling the back of her thighs, his erection nearly purple as it rubbed the center of Heather's bottom.
"No, Rog," Penny said as she grabbed for his cock. "You'll hurt her. You know better than that."
"In case you've forgotten, this is how it's done," Penny said, looking directly at Rog and flashing a bright white grin.
Penny circled a finger gently around Heather's anus. It puckered tighter, as if pushing her away, but Penny pressed against it, rubbing until Heather relaxed and responded. Penny reached for a bottle of Astroglide, though Heather had no idea where it came from, and soaked her fingers with the slick clear liquid.
Penny pushed one well-lubed finger inside, and Heather gasped
"What?" Heather said, half-panicked. "What are you..."
"Shhhhh," whispered Penny. "Just relax. We won't hurt you."
She could feel Heather's ass tighten around the finger, and slowly, she moved it around until she could feel Heather's grip loosen. More lube. Two fingers. Heather closed her eyes and lifted her hips from the floor, pressing her bottom harder against Penny's slippery hand. More lube. A little more time. Heather let out a low moan, as her legs began to shake.
Penny pulled her fingers from inside Heather and grabbed Heather's narrow hips, pulling them up until Heather was on her knees and elbows.
"Yes, that's it. We won't hurt you," Penny whispered again, and she pushed her fingers back inside Heather's slippery ass. Fingers from Penny's other hand alternately rubbed against Heather's clit and poked inside her swollen slick pussy.
Heather thought she would faint.
Penny worked slowly. The more time she spent, the more Heather relaxed, until Penny had two fingers working fast inside her, her knuckles slapping against Heather's ass, making a quiet slapping sound. Now she is ready, thought Penny.
Penny motioned to Rog, signaling her husband nearer.
"Wait `til I can see her," she said, and crawled nearer to Heather's face, where she pressed her lips hard on Heather's. It took Heather a breathless moment to realize it wasn't Penny pushing against her ass anymore.
No, this was different. Thicker. Clumsier. But Rog pushed slowly inside, and Heather's eyes widened, delighting Penny.
Rog moved carefully, leaning over the girl's back and wrapping his arm under her belly. He could feel the immediate tension as she realized what was happening to her. They were always like this, move slowly. He gently lifted Heather off her knees, arching his back so her legs dangled beneath her.
Heather's eyes closed and she let out an anguished moan.
"That's a good girl," Penny cooed. "Kiss me."
Penny's lips pressed hard against Heather's, suppressing the squeal that begged to escape the girl's lips. She held Heather's hair tightly so she couldn't move her head.
Heather's shock fell quickly away, just a moment after Rog had pushed the full length of his cock inside her. It hadn't hurt, thought Heather. Penny was right.
Rog's hands grabbed Heather's waist, and he pulled her ass harder against him. Slowly at first, he moved in and out.
Heather felt dizzy. She felt every inch, every move, and every ridge on Rog's stiff cock. At first she thought it felt strange, but the more he moved, the more intense her arousal and she could feel a warm wet trickle from her pussy roll slowly down her thigh.
Penny lie on the floor, staring at Heather's face. Heather had closed her eyes and her mouth pinched closed, then pouted, then opened to make an O. Her eyebrows furrowed and she squinted.
"Are you going to cum?" Penny asked Heather, but Heather shook her head.
"No. I can't. I just can't."
"Touch your clit," Penny said.
Heather shook her head again, squinting her eyes tighter.
"Now. Touch your clit now."
Heather obeyed, and her right hand reached down and landed between her wet thighs. She put her fingers on her swollen clit, and held it there. But as Rog pushed and pulled on her, her clit rubbed against her thumb.
"Mmmmmm...ooooooo," Heather moaned. Her fingers worked over her pussy, sometimes pushing inside her, sometime rubbing hard on her clit.
"Yes, Heather, that's it. That's the way," Penny said, stroking her hair. "That's a good girl. Cum now, Heather. You can cum."
Heather shook her head again.
"It's too much. It's just too much."
But Penny pulled on her hair and kissed her hard again, and Heather began to shake, releasing a scream into Penny's mouth.
Heather continued to shake, but after the climax, Rog's cock felt strange again. She didn't want him inside her anymore, and she whispered, "Stop. Just stop."
Rog could not hear her, and it was too late for him to stop. He pulled and pushed and grabbed Heather's hips harder, pulling her more firmly against him. His cock felt warmer and harder, and Heather could feel a steady pulse build. She could feel every drop of hot slick cum as he shot it into her. He shook and moaned and she finally felt his grip loosen. He pulled slowly from her ass, and Heather exhaled.
"How do you feel?" Penny asked. "Are you OK?"
"Shower. I need a shower." Heather walked slowly up the stairs on shaky legs.
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