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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.
Heather stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself in one of the hot, fluffy towels from the warmer near the stall. She looked at herself in the mirror for a long time.
Three months had passed since she talked to Denise about the vibrator and everything had changed. She slept with the woman, lost her virginity to her husband and was now attending a sex party in South America where someone she only knew by his first name had only minutes ago...
She shook her head; it wasn't something she wanted to think about. She knew it happened, it was something they talked about on "Sex and the City" but she never thought it was something that happened to real people. Not something that happened to girls like her.
Heather thought about what it might mean if people at home knew what she was doing. She knew what other girls (what she herself) had said about other girls who slept around. Her friends, what there were of them, had words for girls who let boys do whatever they wanted to do. The thought of the nicknames she might get chilled her...
"What's wrong, beautiful?"
Heather turned to see Sabine standing in the doorway. She was wearing a leaf-green shawl that accented rather than concealed her snow-white skin. Her expression was soft and she wore a slight smile, "You look like you've lost your last friend."
"Sabine, I didn't see you there." She blurted.
"You were too busy," she said. The tall woman walked to her and held her closely, pulling the girl's face to her neck. "What has made you so sad? Has someone said something cruel to you?"
"No," Heather said. She breathed in the woman's scent, a mixture of wine, sex and Chanel. "Everyone's been very..."
"Did something happen to you?" the woman asked, concerned. "Did someone hurt you?"
"No, it's not that."
"Ahh," Sabine said as she stroked the girl's back. "I understand. I saw you, Penny and Roger. Are you feeling dirty? Is that why you had a shower?"
Heather nodded, her face turning red. Sabine let out a small laugh and let her hands stray to the girl's bottom, eliciting a nervous twitch. "Darling Heather, you are SO American. You feel ashamed because you succumbed to your desire."
"But I didn't want that to happen," she said.
"Then why didn't you say no?" Sabine asked as she kissed her nose. "Why didn't you tell Penny you didn't want to have him there?"
Heather opened her mouth to speak, but said nothing. Sabine kissed her as she pushed the towel from her shoulders to fall on the floor. They stayed there for a while, kissing and swaying in each other's arms.
"You are such a lucky girl," the woman said. "You may not know it now, but years from now you'll come to realize your fortune in meeting Steven and Denise. You'll meet so many other girls, whose first lovers were crude and clumsy. You'll know other women, many years older than you, who cried when someone had them," her hand drifted between Heather's buttocks and caressed the still-sensitive opening in the middle, causing her to gasp, "there. Even now, know that there are women worldlier and more wise who would give anything to have Solique or Jaime in their bed and have gone wanting -- both love you dearly. Child, you have been blessed."
Heather smiled despite herself. She loved Steven and Denise; there was no question of that. She didn't know any other girls (as far as she knew) who liked other girls, but she knew Solique was gorgeous by anyone's standards. Jaime, she thought, was Jaime; as beautiful as any man walking on God's green Earth. She laughed.
Sabine kissed her forehead, "But now it's time for you to return the favor, Heather."
"What do you mean?"
"Come with me."
Sabine led Heather through the upper level of her home, past hanging plants and pieces of ancient art to a look out at a veranda beneath them overlooking the bay. She caressed the naked girl's shoulders.
"In the room below is my niece, Eva," she said. "She is a sweet girl, a little younger than you."
Heather turned to her, but Sabine's red eyes were distant.
"She needs someone with a gentle touch, someone like her..."
Heather took Sabine's face in her hands and kissed her deeply. As her hands drifted over her neck, she realized the woman was nervous. Heather realized she was comforting Sabine as much as agreeing with her unspoken request.
"Let me take care of her," she said.
Heather followed the wide stairway down to where she had shucked off her translucent blue dress. She found it wrapped around the brass rail at the base of the living room bar. It had been used to tie someone in place. The girl wondered briefly what had happened there.
The party had spilled out onto the veranda with only a few stragglers staying out of the bright afternoon sun. Steven and Denise were lounging opposite each other on a wide inflatable raft turning lazy circles. Their nude bodies, like all the others on display, glistened with some kind of oil.
Catherine and Kitten were on the far side of the pool. The tall woman obviously spent a great deal of time in the gym and her nude body was sculpted and perfectly proportioned. Her black hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail held by a gold cuff. She had Kitten in her arms and they were kissing, Heather noticed it seemed Catherine was stroking the girl's stomach.
It was then she saw they had a young girl strapped over what looked like a weightlifting chair. Though the girl's honey blond hair fell in a shroud over to hide her tan face, Heather could see the look of complete helplessness on her face. The chair bound her hands and ankles in thick leather bands; the bend in the middle raised and parted the girl's ass at an embarrassing angle.
"Heather, come here," Catherine waved to her.
As she walked around the pool, waving a bright hello to Steven and Denise, to the women she noticed Kitten was not having her stomach scratched. A long, black dildo extended from a harness on the Asian girl's hips. The taller woman had been smearing it with some viscous liquid.
"We were just telling this girl she needs to learn how to act properly," she said, kissing Heather hello. "She's an unspeakable little slut."
She ran her slick hand over the girl's ass, sliding up under it and rubbing rudely along her pussy. Catherine rubbed along her lips in a circle quickly three times before plunging in with three fingers. The girl cried out and wrenched against her bonds.
Kitten snuggled up to Heather, rubbing the fake cock against her stomach and cooing, "Don't worry, I'll be very gentle with her."
Heather felt something in her stomach quiver as Kitten traded places with her employer. The girl in the harness started pleading in Portuguese, twisting and turning in an effort to change her exposed condition. Heather felt her skin break out in goose bumps as the bound girl was penetrated by the fake cock.
Catherine wrapped her arms around Heather from behind, dragging her hands upward to rest on her small breasts, "Careful honey, if you stare like that people might think you like that."
Heather sighed and leaned back against the larger woman, "What is it about this that's so hot?"
Kitten had worked the entire length of the dildo into the girl's small pussy and had begun to pump it in and out of her. She held the girl's hips firmly and rolled her thighs from her knees like a belly dancer, winding the dildo in and out of her. The girl's pleas continued but her voice was wracked with effort, her breaths came in strained explosions.
"It's about power," Catherine whispered in her ear. "The girl can't move. She's naked and defenseless. There's nothing she can do about anything that's going to happen to her. The rest depends on you."
"What do you mean?"
"It might be because you'd like to take Kitten's place, or you'd like to find some girl of your own to tie down and have your way with. Or it might mean you want to be in the chair, with your bottom in the air and your head down," Catherine kissed Heather's ear gently, "Which are you?"
The bound girl's voice had gone completely incoherent; her pleading had turned to labored moans. Kitten then changed her approach by pulling out of her completely before popping just the head quickly in and out. The girl wailed in shock with each battering entry.
Heather couldn't decide which position she wanted to take, "I actually have something I need to do."
She picked up her blue dress from the deck (when had she dropped it?) and pulled it over her head. She walked over to Kitten, patted her on her ass and kissed her cheek, "I'll have to take a rain check on that."
Kitten kissed her back, leaning over the girl to do it, grinding the fake cock as far into her as it would go, "If you want to, I'll take her place for you."
"I'll keep that in mind," Heather said as she went around to raise the girl's head, she was panting from the strain on her sex.
"What's her name?" Heather asked.
"Who cares?" Catherine said.
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