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Subject: "Heather" Chapter 4
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HEATHER
Chapter 4
In Which Our Heroine Enters the Quiver Zone...
When we last left Heather, she was blindfolded on a bed in a
doctor's office, enjoying herself enormously from all the attention
being
paid to her.
It was getting difficult for Heather to concentrate. There
were
lips and tongues working over each of her nipples, another tongue and
hot
breath working on her ear and some gentle fingers probing her vaginal
lips,
opening and clitoris.
At that moment, a quivering began to build within our heroine,
but
Dr. Alan, sensing this, knew Heather's time hadn't yet arrived. He
quickly
injected her with a very mild sexual relaxant he'd recently perfected.
It
didn't dull any of the sensations, but it did slow down that part of
the
brain that screamed for sexual release.
Heather's breathing slowed down a little, but she was still
squirming on the bed.
Nothing like this ever happened to me in Poughkeepsie, she
thought.
Suddenly, the fingers probing her warm, fragrant and by now
dripping
pussy withdrew. Almost immediately, she felt a tongue--another
tongue--take
their place. That meant at least four people--Heather knew not whether
they were male or female--were working her over.
My brain cells are starting to dissolve, Heather thought.
The latest tongue spoke many languages. It gently circled over
her
delicious pussy lips, with the top of the tongue licking up on the
upstroke
and the bottom of the tongue catching her on the downstroke. Every so
often, the tip of the tongue would--for a second or two--flick at her
clitoris. Then the tongue would plunge into her pussy, to lap up the
secretions she was beginning to deposit there, seemingly by the gallon.
Heather still couldn't move her wrists, because her hands were
bound
to the sides of the bad. Nothing painful, and she could move her hands
up
and down a little, but not too far.
Suddenly, an object was placed into each of her hands. She
couldn't
tell what they were at first, but then she understood. There was a
nice-sized cock resting on the palm of each of her hands, and from the
feel,
each had been generously coated with that same rose-smelling cream
Heather
first encountered.
Heather wound her hand around each cock and began pumping them
up
and down gently. She grinned suddenly...one cock was circumcised and
the
other was not.
Because her hands were tied and her body was otherwise
occupied,
Heather could not tell whether the cocks she was masturbating belonged
to
the mouths working her nipples. She wasn't sure she cared.
She reached down to grab the scrotal sack of each of the cocks
she
was manipulating. Heather loved balls; they were fun to play with and
very
responsive, she thought.
The mouth working her pussy came up for air, because the motion
there stopped. Then her legs were lifted up and placed into loops,
because
they stayed there, up in the air.
The probing tongue came back to her pussy and another found its
mark between her cheeks. Heather was being tongued fore and after,
each of
her nipples were being sucked, there was a mouth working her neck and
ears
and she was holding a cock in each hand.
Heather began to work the cocks she was holding a little
faster.
They were both slick and she slid her finger tip up to the hole on the
end
of each one. Sticky. Pre-cum. Heather loved it. She began to rub
her
finger tip around the tip of each cock.
I'm really getting into this now, Heather thought.
All of a sudden, she heard Dr. Alan's voice saying, "She's
about
ready now...let's go to Phase II."
Phase II, Heather thought, you mean, there's more?
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