Chapter 24

Heather rolled over on her back and stretched. The kind of full body stretch that pulls every muscle in your body absolutely rigid. Her back arched and strained. Her voluptuous boobs stood up as perfect oversized tear drops, almost defying gravity, and her straining ribcage pushed the tender, swollen nipples toward the ceiling. Her flat belly went almost concave from the taut pull of the abdominal muscles. With her thighs tight together, pinching her clit hard between then, sparks were shooting pleasurably into her lower belly. Finally, relaxed like a cat, she practically purred as she rolled close against Traci's back so that her tits flattened and nipples dug into her lower sides and her pussy's deep black, copious bush scraped against Traci's ass and nicely presented cunt.

Traci lay with her legs together, bent at the waist. Her pussy was thus framed between two muscled thighs, fully displayed to Heather if Heather had been a bit lower to see it. Heather didn't need to be lower to see it. She knew where every sensuous female part of her lover's body was, what it looked, felt and tasted like. One night, while Traci was tied spread eagle to the bed posts and a blindfold on and gag in her mouth, Heather had carefully licked ever-so-slowly every square inch of Traci's body until Traci was trembling like a leaf in the wind. She finally finished her off with a languid tongue stirring a thick mix of saliva and Traci's moisture around and around her button hard clit. At the very end, she took Traci's clit in her mouth and bit it just so. Hard enough to hurt. Hard enough to fire every screaming nerve in her pussy. Even with the gag, Traci's scream was loud. And her orgasm was of cataclysmic proportions, causing her to pass out. While she was out, Heather quickly untied her and stroked her body to help her come down.

Traci never complained. Heather was by far and away the most sensitive, caring, eager, voluptuous, wanton lover she had ever had. She was deeply in love with her, but somewhat restricted by her current position as art professor to Heather being her student. Heather attracted lovers so easily it never ceased to amaze her. Even in her love, she never felt jealous of these other lovers, who came and went with regularity. Heather was always there when she needed her, wanted her.

And Heather wanted and needed her just as badly, it certainly seemed. Her lovemaking never flagged, or lost its inventiveness. Heather was as close to being a sex maniac as anything she had ever experienced. And at the same time, she knew Heather never went looking for action. It found her. Great heaping gobs of it. And many of those partners she could have easily have been envious. And not a few had turned her head and made her horny as well. Traci had been twelve when she realized that it was the girls that turned her on, never guys. She had accepted her Lesbianism immediately. Over the years, she had had a few very close lovers, but never anyone who affected her like Heather. Whatever it was about the girl that made her tingle, made her think of her every waking moment, well, she liked it, wanted it, accepted it.

When Heather made love to her, she gave her soul to Traci, her body just happening to be the way to heaven. Traci found herself almost uncontrollably horny around Heather. If there was something to the great chemistry theory of sex, they were probably proof of it in living, fornicating action. Their love making was often almost uncontrollably tempestuous. Frontal assault kissing. Tongues like swords, trying to conquer the other, teeth, hands, fingers, toes, fists, knees, anything that could rub, push, penetrate, tickle or torture the other was fair game until the other party just passed out either from violently explosive orgasms or from pure exhaustion. And coming to was surely a sign that you wanted more. Fuck me again. I can make you pass out again this time. I will fuck your brains out and leave you passed out in a pool of your own cum, my body's flow smeared over your face, hair, neck, tits, stomach, legs, toes.

Any place, any time. Only the sensitivity of their teacher/student relationship caused them to show any restraint at all. Not that a quick car ride away from the campus didn't mean you couldn't hoist up a skirt, unsnap jeans, and in seconds have fingers disappearing from view in hot, steamy, soaking pussies, pumping rapidly until one or the other or both would give a groan and cum, the gasping catch of breath and sometimes unrestrainable cries signifying the sought after orgasm was achieved. They used each other's body like it was their own. And loved every second of it. Totally giving to each other. And taking if the mood so struck them.

The previous night had been like that. A dinner at Traci's apartment, followed by a movie with a bottle of wine slowly disappearing. By mid-movie, Heather's long, carefully buffed nails were trapping Traci's nipples and pulling them out and around in circles, pinching just short of pain, then maybe just a bit more. Traci had ceased to be able to concentrate on the movie and tried to relax as Heather brought her along, using her nipples as the only place she was being touched. Her pussy had cried out for penetration, a dark stain soaking her panties and jeans, large enough to be visible to Heather, who grinned in secret, knowing she was getting the better of Traci. Horny herself, she waited for later. There was never any doubt that Traci would give as good as she got. Heather's own pants were not exactly unsullied at this point either.

Heather had learned long before that Traci was capable of orgasms through nipple stimulation alone. And tonight, she brought Traci along, higher and higher in her arousal. Traci moaned and begged to be fucked, head now back on her lover's shoulder, she whispered filthy requests, begging and pleading for release, but she knew Heather would take her this way and secretly wanted it as well, only the waiting while her body responded so slowly was agony. Ecstasy. Agony. The minutes passed and her back began to arch. Her breathing was in explosive, ragged gasps, her belly was on fire with need, solid with tense nerves, her clit rock hard. Her breasts were swollen from the stimulation, stretching the skin taut, emphasizing the hot tightness in her whole chest. And below, her pussy and lower belly were on fire, and the pressure was mounting steadily, almost painfully. Traci knew at that exact moment the meaning of the word ecstasy.

And then, in perfect timing to Traci's now almost frantic anguished gasps and moans, Heather pinched the twin nipples hard and twisted the rapidly from side to side and pulled them out painfully to their furthest possible extension. Traci yelled, gasped, and began to come. Her breasts were like liquid lava from the heat. And then Heather pulled the nipples up again as far as the straining fullness of her breasts would allow. It hurt, but the fire in their tips shot sparks into her cunt and her brain finally exploded in a wall of heat and light.

They retired to the bedroom and stripped. Heather fucked Traci's face and immediately came as Traci trapped that outrageous clit between her teeth and licked it against the roof of her mouth like some exotic sucker. Falling then into bed, they proceeded to explore every part of each other like they had never been there before, cumming and cumming. It was late when exhaustion finally gripped them both at the same time and they slipped, no, fell into sleep.

Now, Heather realized she needed to pee, so she carefully slipped out of bed and went into the bathroom and relieved herself. She freshened up a bit and came back into the bedroom. Traci was still out like a light. It was a bit early yet. Too early to wake Traci up and fuck her again. What a nice idea, Heather thought. I could use her tongue up me again. That snake of a tongue. The unspoken thought made her hot.

She slipped on a red silk robe that stopped just above her bush and went into the kitchen and made some tea and sat sipping the tea and looking over the funny papers in the morning paper. After a bit, Traci still didn't wake up and Heather got lonely, so she slipped off the robe and slid into bed behind Traci again, only this time she was head down, looking right at Traci's framed snatch. The evidence of their wanton lovemaking was still smeared all over the lips of her pussy and down the backs of her thighs. Heather leaned forward and licked some of the dried juice, the taste reminding her of how much she loved to eat her lover.

But now, she decided not to wake Traci up, but see just how horny she could get her before she did awake and become fully aware. She pulled her long hair around her head and took several small strands and bunched them together like a paint brush. Like a feather, she began to slowly paint the cum smeared lips and asshole, slowly, slowly, rubbing the tips along the tender flesh. Traci did not awake to the barely perceptible feeling. But her body responded none the less, and soon, the outer lips began to grow visibly deeper purple and swell. The swelling continued and her box would have opened to allow Heather to see up into her at this point, but the pussy was trapped tightly between Traci's thighs and so, the swollen members pursed and puffed out. Heather replaced her hair with the very tip of her tongue, barely touching her partner, she traced the outline of the lips and then trailed a thick layer of saliva down their centre. The faint taste of cum told her that Traci was aroused and lubricating behind those firmly pressed lips. Again and again she tongue fucked the outside of her lover's box and resisted the urgent desire to just plunge her tongue inside Traci's honey pot.

After many minutes of this, she changed tactics and began to slip one of her long fingernails slowly inside, stopping just before the tip of her finger would touch Traci. Then out. Then in. Traci gave a whimper and Heather froze. After a bit, she started again and within a half minute, Traci gave another whimper. Heather continued on now, judging that Traci was having a horny wet dream and boy was she ready to help her along. The very slight gap in the lips caused by the curved nail was enough to let the dammed lubrication out and now Heather began to pant herself at sight and smell of her lover's juices flowing down the back of her thigh and ass.

Traci began to moan and whimper and her body began to quake and shake the bed. Still asleep, her horny dream was about to become a very wet one.

Judging the moment precisely based on the tenseness of her lover's body, Heather slid a finger deep into Traci and Traci's pussy spasmed and gripped it in a vice of orgasming muscles. The muscles gripped and gripped and the flow continued. Finally, Traci relaxed and Heather slowly withdrew the wet finger and sucked it clean. And Traci continued to whimper a bit, but was still asleep!

Well, that was a new one. She got her off while she was sleeping! As horny as it made her to not get herself off at that moment, she decided to wait until Traci got up and get some relief from her lover. They had the whole day today, anyway. She knew by the end of it, Traci would have used her up and left her like a dishrag. And she could hardly wait.

It was at that moment that the phone rang in the kitchen. She never answered the phone here. Too risky for Traci for anyone to know she was there. But, the answering machine kicked in and faintly, she heard Sherry's voice from the other room.

"Traci, this is Sherry from the Dr.'s office. Remember me? I have been trying Heather's apartment and can't reach her. It is urgent that I speak to her immediately. If you know how to reach her, would you have her call 555-3597? Thanks. Sorry to bother you so early. A bit of an emergency here..."

Heather had jumped out of bed and raced into the kitchen and picked up just before Sherry hung up.

"Sherry? Sherry? Are you still on?"

"Heather? Oh, I didn't expect you to be at Traci's." There was surprise and a bit of disappointment in her voice.

"Yeah, well, we sort of have this thing going. I thought you knew."

"Well, I didn't. I guess I should have realized, but, well, listen. That's not important right now. We have a problem. A big problem." The disappoint evident in her voice was now superseded by worry.

"What, what is going on?"

"Well, remember how we decided I should put Janet under and then tell her to stop fucking the patients using hypnosis? She was to go to the bathroom every time she was tempted? Well, last night after work, I put her under and brought her back to my place for some. Well, some sex. And that's when the problem started."

"Well, what? You had sex and she woke up and caught you?"

"No, just the opposite. We, I mean, I did my thing with her, took her back to her place, told her her car had broken down and that's why I was driving her, and then told her forget everything except the sex with patients thing and told her to wake up."

"And?"

"And she didn't. Wake up that is. Heather, I can't get her to come out of it. I'm scared. I've had her over at my place all night trying everything I could think of and nothing worked. I hoped she'd finally go to sleep and wake up OK, but she never drifted off. What should I do? God, I'm going to lose my job. This is really fucked up." And she started crying softly into the receiver.

"OK. Calm down. There must be a reason for this. How are you doing?"

"I'm exhausted, ready to fall over, and scared to death. She's walking around like she's had ten hours of sleep and is ready to go. Oh, gosh, I'm in so much trouble."

"Have you told her to forget all the suggestions you gave her and just wake up?"

"Yes, I told her everything was off. No dice. Look, I'm coming over there. And bringing her along."

"What?! You can't do that! How the hell are we going to explain..." She never got a chance to finish.

"I don't care." Sherry was crying. "I don't know what else to do."

The click on the phone told Heather it wasn't any use arguing. Sherry was on her way.

"Who was that?" Heather almost jumped out of her skin. Traci had walked up behind her.

Naked.

In spite of her confusion over the rapidly unfolding events, the sight if Traci's flushed face and still hard nipples reminded her of what she had just done to Traci and her own horny feelings only moments before.

"Gosh, girl, I just had the fucking horniest dream I've ever had in my life. I mean, I was being held captive and couldn't move, and someone was just licking my pussy and tickling me and in the end, I just exploded. I need you to fuck me honey, take me right here on the table." She pushed the papers to the floor.

Flat on her back, legs apart, her box was glistening with her love juice from her wet dream. "See? Look at how wet I am! Fuck me woman. Make me scream." It wasn't a command. It was begging. Pure, lusty sexual begging. I am your slave, please make me cum in your face. It couldn't be denied.

Heather had drifted up to her, between her legs. The phone. Sherry. This wanton fleshpot begging to be fucked. Her mind spinning, her head drifted down like a magnet drew it and her tongue appeared between her opening lips and disappeared into the sopping hole and Traci cried out.

"Yes. Oh, yes. Lick me! Ahhhhhhh! Lick it bitch!!!!!! Oh, my god I'm GOING to CUM ALREADY!! Ohhhh!! OHHHAHHHHH!!!" And she exploded like some sort of sex bomb, every nerve in her body shorting out. The session in bed, the wet dream, and now the long hair of her lover spread over her trembling belly, a hot tongue lashing her insides and clit were too much and she just came and came. Relentlessly, Heather took her with an energy driven by her own need. One hand was between her own legs working feverishly and she came repeatedly in time to Traci's groans.

Heather was still licking furiously minutes later when the doorbell rang. And, with Traci's thighs tightly wrapped around her ears and heels resting on the small of her back, she didn't hear it. Traci groaned and came again and her legs lifted a bit as she tensed and released and this time the urgent ring of the bell broke through.

Sherry! Oh, shit!

Heather stood up suddenly and started wrapping her robe back around her. Not much good it would do, as her tits were almost exposed by it anyway even when closed and her pussy and ass were just in full view. Traci was till groaning and slowly opened her eyes.

"That, lover girl, was fantastic. Come to bed and let me..." Traci was becoming more focused and realized Heather was pulling back and looked very, very nervous.

"What's wrong, honey?" She sat up on the table and slid into her feet.

The doorbell went again.

"Oh, hell, we're both naked. Let me go get a robe." Traci started to head for the bedroom.

"Please don't hate me." Heather was pleading.

Traci stopped in her tracks and looked back. "Hate you? Hate you for what? Don't be silly!" She started to turn to go.

"For this. Traci, it's time for you to climb Mt. Olympus." In desperation, Heather spoke the words that would trigger the subconscious suggestion left by her lusty doctor, putting her into a deep trance.

It had the expected effect. Traci had started to walk forward, now put her hand on the doorjamb to brace herself as her head sank down and her eyes closed.

Heather came over near her. "Traci, can you hear me?" The doorbell went again, insistently. Sherry must be freaking out.

"Yes." A whisper.

"I want you to go to the bed room and get dressed in some jeans and a nice blouse. Then sit on the bed and wait for me to come for you. Do you understand."

"Yes. Jeans. Blouse. Wait. I understand." She moved slowly away, as if in a trance. Heather thought to herself. Shit, woman, she answered herself. She IS in a fucking trance.

And then she ran to the front door and pulled it open.

Sherry was there, almost ready to ring the bell again. Her face was streaked with tears, her eyes glowed red and she looked frantic and exhausted all at once. "For God's sake, it took you long enough..." her outburst was stopped by her focusing for a second on Heather's robe. Heather had never looked finer than at that moment, at least in an erotic way. Long coiled hair spilling down her back and front, proud, oversized upthrust tits poking through the robe and volumes of hair, black pussy hair clearly defining the well of her womanhood between her legs. And she was giving off that unmistakable aroma of sex. Recent, lusty, wet sex. Her face, hair, tits and pussy reeked of it.