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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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