He looked at us, evaluated us as jerks, and extended his hand, coldly learning our names. "So you are the ASS boys," he smiled. "How imaginative of you." I swiftly recalled how much I had resented his classroom tactics and envied his national reputation. He was power, perhaps not all from hard work and sweat, but he was power nevertheless.
Finally we had to leave. "Goodbye Heidi's Slaves," she called out as we turned toward the day's classes. "'Heidi's Slaves'?" her husband said. She giggled. "I think they have a crush on my body," she said. We turned and Ricky said: "You have one beautiful wife there, Professor."
We had several more conversations with her like that one. We found out that she was 21. It was apparent he ran her life, when he was around to run it. They had been married for about nine months. He dished off most of his classes to T.A.s and ran around the country doing tours and talk radio. She rarely accompanied him. We would just sit and stare at her, and loved to peep into her windows at night. It became a religion. And she hardly objected to the attention. She smiled at our increasingly suggestive comments about her tits. We were all there on her patio one evening, when his nibs was out of town. She was wearing the bikini because we had told her how super she looked in it and she usually made a point of wearing it when we came over to flirt with her. So Pat said, staring at her tits after all of us had inhaled a few Margaritas: "I had a nightmare you were my mom and I was a bottle baby." She laughed real hard at that. "But if you were my little baby I would nurs all you wanted," she said, stepping closer to him, the laugh vanished and that other worldly expression replacing it. Everyone was figuring out that she liked us to talk about her body, so we plunged in. "You nursing me, one of your nipples in my mouth. God that would be heaven," Mick said. "Your babies are going to LOVE you," Terry said. "If you have sons they'll be after your tits for breakfast until they're 19." "Maybe later than that," she said, her eagerness for this arousing chat apparent in her perked up voice. "If I were your son I would be at your tits constantly," Mick said, dancing in place to the slow jazz on the stereo we could hear from the inside. "Looks like I'm going to get sucked on alot. Should I practice on you?" she said, taking his hand and pulling him toward her for a slow dance. "Practice feeding me with your big tits? Are you kidding?" he said. She laughed: "Would that do it for you?" "Fuckin A. Fuckin A. You're driving us crazy honey," Pa t said, watching Terry pull her close, her chest mashing against his bare, highly toned muscles. "Every man on this campus thinks that way," I said. "Really?" she said, staring up into Terry's eyes. "You have the greatest tits around." "Do I?" she said, letting go of Terry and cupping her boobs with her hands.
We heard a car door slam and knew from past experience that her husband was back. "Time to go. I must meet my master," she smiled. God were we ready for her.
We ran into Heidi downtown outside of a college bar later that week. Several obnoxious townies were all over her. The situation was explosive and she was clearly terrified. They were pawing her and she was definitely not appreciating it. Mick intervened. "Heidi! Can we give you a ride?" One of the townies said: "Go away dude. She's with us." Mick swore at him and the guy kicked Mick in the balls. Things degenerated promptly and what eventually happened is that we, a little bloodied, collected up Heidi, who was very upset, and got her home. Professor Keller, naturally, was nowhere to be found so Ricky stayed with her for several hours - strictly for talking her into a more relaxed state - until Keller arrived from the airport. Even when he heard what had happened Keller could not have been more cold and ungrateful with Ricky. Then, about a week later, we received an engraved invitation to come over to the Kellers for drinks.
We were certainly eager to be with Heidi any chance we could. No other babe on campus - and we had a lot of irons in the sexual fire - could touch her. They were all secondary now. And maybe at this little gathering we could move to the next level with her - and her insufferable husband. We knew she was a major dick teaser and seemed to have big resentments of Professor Keller.
Mick knocked on their door and Professor Keller answered it. His expression told us he was only sort of happy to see us. He smiled that haughty smile and said, "Ah Heidi, the gentlemen of the hour are here. Do come in." He was smoking a pipe and wearing a sweatshirt and jeans. He was leaning on a walker. "Pulled some tendons out while playing soccer yesterday. Without this thing I'm an invalid. Can't walk a step."
Behind him was Heidi, leaning against the banister to the stairs leading to the second floor. Their townhouse was quite impressive, with expensive paneling, built in bookshelves, very tasty furniture, wonderfully framed prints and photographs adorning the walls. Some classical chamber music was gently piped in from the stereo in the dining room. A large pile of cut flowers were lying on the dining room table, waiting for two vases. Their fragrance sweetened the occasion.
But they were yesterday's garbage compared to the sweet, mysterious one who smiled brightly at us, saying "hi" silently. She had on a red sun dress that hugged her smooth skin. Her broad hips and curvy legs led your eye to cute feet and nails painted dark purple and no shoes. Her waist was so narrow. Her graceful arms were tanning nicely from her sunbathing, as was the most beautiful face God ever thought up. And she had dolled up her eyes and her lips, just for us, we hoped.
The two thin straps of the sun dress, tied at her shoulders, must have been made of material used in the Space Shuttle, because they had a lot of weight to contend with. Her extra large breasts stuck out so amazingly that I practically creamed my shorts. We had seen them in a bikini top and under blouses and T-shirts and we were knocked out all over again. They were perfectly round, firm, so heavy, yet her young flesh stuck out proudly, no sag whatsoever. Every time we went through this torture with her anew, being hit between the eyes with what must have been something in the range of a 38EE. The dress's straps cut all the way to her waist, completely exposing the insides of her breasts. They were defying gravity and they were defying us. None of us could fathom tits that big on a slender little body.
So after each of us shook his hand we kissed her, on the mouth. Mick put his hand on her cheek when his lips, half open, met hers, then said softly: "Hello!". Pat, already aroused, hugged her and kissed her, saying: "I am proud to be a Heidi Slave! God you're gorgeous in that!". I just kissed her and looked at Dr. Keller. "Do you appreciate what you have here, professor?", my hand touching her shoulder. I noticed he was not comfortable at all with this parade of brazen losers smooching his wife. Terry put a hand around her waist and looked at her closely first, for a few seconds, then kissed her lips. "I love you," he said, "What can we do about that?" He went into mock weeping and rested his head on her bare shoulder. She had been smiling through all of this and patted his hair. "There there, sometimes life is harsh for the Heidi Slaves," she giggled. Then Ricky grabbed her and did a dramatic ballroom lurch toward the floor, kissed her and righted her, then turned to "OK, let's do this again! Back to you, dude!" he laughed.
We were all chuckling, including Heidi, when Professor Keller, smiling faintly, interrupted the levity. "Why don't we all sit down? Heidi, could you bring out some beer and wine?" She headed to the kitchen and we found comfortable spots in firm couches and chairs arranged tastefully in the living room. We noticed that our host painfully lowered himself to the couch. As he slid the walker to a space to his right he sighed. "I hate depending on that thing, I can't get up without someone helping me. But it's temporary, thank God."
We shot the breeze about nothing much. "Thanks for inviting us over," I said to him. "Oh Heidi was the one who wanted to ask you over," he said in that conceited tone. "But I do want to thank you for bailing her out of that problem the other day. It was very thoughtful of you and she appreciates it." Not only was he patronizing us, he was kind of looking down his nose at her too.
Heidi sat at his side and played with her hair, saying little. When something amused her, her tongue had this intoxicating habit of licking the corner of her upper lip.
We had some more drinks. Heidi was making major inroads on some white wine, and it put a wonderful blush on her face and chest.
There was Irish music playing on the stereo. As we all did whenever she did this Ricky watched Heidi in the kitchen, which was right off the living room, leaning over a cooler to get out more beers for us. Her heavy, full tits half pushed out of the top of her dress. He finally said: "Who likes Irish music? Is that the Chieftains?" She looked up at him, indifferent to the display of titflesh that was driving all of us mad. "Right you are," she said. "Can you do any stepdancing?" "No, " he said, "can you?" "Sure, want to see?" We were all staring now, Heidi still bending over, even though the beers she wanted were now on the counter next to her. Our eyes were on her tits, and she knew it, and she seemed to like it.
She handed us our beers and stood very straight in the living room, facing us, her back to her husband. She proceeded to do a jig, her arms perfectly parallel at her sides, her head facing straight forward, her eyes looking coyly down at us. Her jumping toes and heels worked wonders and she kicked out her feet in complicated steps. This caused a wild, indescribably sexy bouncing of her tits. Professor Keller frowned at the sight of her breasts flying up and down, and Mickey, whom she was closest to, made no pretense of admiring her footwork. He completely ogled her chest, inches away from him. She move closer to his lap, looking down teasingly at him but keeping her head erect. Then she turned a sharp 90 degrees with a kick of her legs and her knockers were a little slow to catch up with the rest of her body. Now she was still next to him but facing the rest of us, and the profile of her tits shaking around was making her even more lucious. Her husband said: "OK, Heidi, the the picture." She kept dancing.
"So did you take lessons?" Terry asked, his head leaning on his hand, his tongue licking his lips. I watched Keller, a very nervous grin on his face, watching Terry fixing his gaze on her breasts. Heidi smiled at Terry, obviously enjoying the effect of her dancing on her tits and the effect of her tits on us. "Yep. Want to learn how?" He and Ricky answered almost simultaneously. They started to get up and she said: "Lie on the floor in front of me first. That's how you get the feeling of the rhythm. Come on." She bent forward, still dancing, and pulled on Terry's beefy arm. "Come on Mr. Muscles," she said quietly.
She gulped a half glass of wine while Terry and Ricky lay down on the floor, their legs facing behind her, their heads looking up at her face from either side of her. They were now facing her, directly at her feet. She resumed dancing, nimbly avoiding their heads, and looked down at them. "How do I look from down there?" she laughed. Her husband raised his voice: "Really Heidi, you're kind of bouncing around, half out of the top of your dress. Come sit down."
"Yeah she sure is bouncing," I said. "I think she likes the attention she's getting too." Terry's cock was completely rock hard. He said: "Heidi, can you see me at your feet? I can hardly see YOUR face. Something big and sexy is in the way." "I can't see your face, but I do notice you are excited about this dancing lesson," she purred, her eyes studying his crotch. She looked at her husband and smiled. Ricky chimed in: "They're blocking you, but I don't care. I love the way you move!" She smiled and thrust out her chest, and put her hands behind, on the back of her neck . "Well well," she said, "looks my audience loves me....How's this?" She kicked her legs up higher, showing almost of all of each leg and some of her red panties. Her chest was completely all over the place and I heard Mick call out: "Shake 'em baby. Don't stop!". She stopped dancing and bent over to say something to her students about dancing with her. Her straps were down off her shoulders and he tits were half out. Terry and Ricky continued to lay on the floor and she got down on her hands and knees and laughed with them. She crawled toward Terry so that she was directly above him, her big tits inches from his face. Then she did the same with Ricky. She looked over at her husband then, a faint smile on her face, her extra large chest wickedly offered to the man under her . Professor Keller said quietly: "That's enough." She stood up and turned off the music and sat down next to him. So he had a force of his personality.
Nothing was said until we all settled down again. Professor Keller spoke some psychobabble: "Well I feel good about that ending. I was very uncomfortable with that. I think each of you let a child out to play there and you were trying to make my parent come out to stop it. This is my sharing on what just happened. I need for each of you to respect my concerns about that just happened, to validate my experience. " Heidi smiled at Ricky and said: "Translation?"
He then proceeded to try to put us in our place. At first it was flattering that he had remembered our names and what we were pursuing at school. He started with Terry, appearing interested in Terry's athletic prowess but managing to throw in a shot about Terry being dropped last year for poor grades. And he had some statistic handy about what an infinitesimally small fraction of college football players ever get to be pro. How did HE know about Terry's problem from last year? He amiably chatted with Ricky about the education college but gradually began throwing questions at him about its curriculum that were quite complicated and arcane. He took Ricky to the point of hostility then suddenly got mellow with him,
At about this point Heidi rolled a tray in with more beer, wine, chips etc. The room got real quiet and when she bent over to offer each of us a glass of wine or a beer. The dress was cut not only with a deep neckline but with the material kind of short on the sides, so you could see how the sides of her massive titflesh lay on her chest. Shit! But we were kind of uptight about the discussion with her husband and for the time being tried to keep our eyes of her body. At least until she walked to sit down next to him, folding a leg under her and just sitting there being beautiful, staring at us, unsmiling, almost melancholy. Saying nothing again. Then he continued with his game of trying to swat us around. He gave me this sugar-coated third degree about my graduate school studies, leaving me convinced that I didn't know what the fuck I was doing. He did the same thing with Mickey.
He shifted gears, assuming he had softened us up. His tone went from professorial to man-to-man.
"I want to share with you my feelings about the attention you're giving Heidi," he said, grinning confidently, and putting his arm around her. She made a face and looked up at him with a slight frown. "I think there are boundaries and I am uncomfortable with the way you have flirted with her and frankly I did not appreciate the way you kissed her tonight. I have a real problem with this. I need you to respect my need for validation."
No one said anything. He took a healthy sip of his chardonnay and everyone else did likewise with their drinks. Then another sip. Heidi stared at us and then, subtly, a faintly discernible heavenward roll of her eyes. Those wonderful eyebrows stayed up and she looked down at her bosom. Terry picked up on this and said: "Can I share with you my feelings?" He lay back in this gigantic couch they had, that must have cost a fortune, and spoke in a timid voice.
Professor Keller looked at him with a smile. "What would you like to say? What do you want to tell Heidi?" He was looking so cocky. We were all kind of feeling inferior.
"You don't mind if I tell you what's on my mind?" Terry said, looking at Heidi, then at him.
"That is what we're doing here. Now is the time for total openness and emotional honesty. What does what I just said say to you?"
"I know you have a problem with the attention we give to your wife. We can't help it. She's so fucking sexy."
"Right on," I said. The others chimed in. Then Pat said: "And her huge tits drive us wild!"
The professor looked at him condescendingly, and grinned. "I can understand your filthy collegiate talk, it suits you, Pat. But just because you like her - uh - huge tits as you put it I have to share that I really feel very offended by what you're laying down here." He turned to his wife and said: "I feel embarrassed for what you're hearing here Heidi. But we have to get these things out and worked through."
She was turning red and just stared ahead.
Ricky looked at her "Every guy in this room just loves your chest Heidi. Your husband has asked for emotional honesty and sitting here now I have to tell you, and him, that I feel extremely interested in seeing those big tits of yours, right now. I just want to express my affection for you. Can I do that? Let's work on the issue of those huge, fucking tits."
Her husband grinned and waved a hand toward Ricky. "You cannot do that. You cannot see her bare breasts."
That's where it lay for a moment. Silence. The alcohol was giving some new boldness to her admirers, but he was still in charge. But she looked at Ricky and smiled. "Sure he can. And he can kiss me, too. Like he did when he came in. I really, really liked it."
There was a palpable change in the atmosphere. "May I have a kiss too? I just want everyone here to know how I feel," Terry said, his hand rubbing the arm of the couch. "How about my feelings?" Mick said, with an exaggerated intensity in his voice. "I have gotten connected with my inner self," I said, "and I need to show the feelings of closeness I have for your wife, Doctor." Pat stared at her chest and just said: "You like to show off your big tits, and I think you want to shake 'em in our faces. I think that's what you feel like."
"Heidi," her husband said, sighing, folding his arms and looking up at the ceiling, "Think of the costs you're paying here. There are boundaries and you can't cross them. I let the dancing go by but this has got to stop. I need you to tell these guys that you have no interest in their flirting and that you will continue to sit here with me and say no to the suggestions of physical contact. Show them that you want to feel good about your body, and that you do not appreciate all this little-boy attention to your big tits - er - large breasts. Tell them that only a man who has permission to do so may make suggestive comments about your chest. Tell them it is not OK for them to hug and kiss you without your permission, which you do not give. Tell them."
After a few minutes Heidi reached down and put on some red high heels that were lying at her feet. She got up and walked slowly over to the couch that Terry and Ricky were sitting on. She stepped on to the couch with her left leg so that her foot rested between their laps, her dress riding way up to her panties. Her back to her husband, she put her hands on her waist, and said: "So you guys liked my step dancing demonstration?" Everyone looked at the professor shaking his head, then cheered. "Hell yeah," someone bellowed.
"How do you like me walking in these high heels?" "Oh baby," I yelled. Terry and others applauded. She strutted back and forth in front of us. "Do I jiggle?" "Christ, do you jiggle," Mick laughed. "Is that a turn-on?" she laughed, walking up about eight steps of the stairs and then down again. "Uh check my dipstick and find out," Pat laughed. "If you were the Heidi that interrupted the Super Bowl, then fuck the Super Bowl," Ricky said, grabbing her ass as she sauntered by him. We all laughed, hard. Lust and sexual tension had dethroned the sensitivity session we had just had. Heidi came back to the middle of the big couch and stood under a low placed shelf built into the wall behind the couch - Terry had banged his head against it when he had gone to the john - and now she reached up and placed her hands on it. She was facing Terry and Ricky, and arching forward, one knee on the couch. This made her melons jut out so deliciously. When she shook them, and their prominent teats, just staring at Ricky and saying nothing, we all broke into cheers.
Heidi moved back from the shelf, then put her hands on her tits and began to caress them, lightly at first, and tossed her head back, opening her mouth, her tongue sticking straight out like a serpent. This sent about a million kilowatts through the room. She shook her hips and slowly lowered one shoulder strap, than the other. Now she started cupping and kneading her tits more eagerly, gazing at Ricky. Showing off like this was very plainly a huge thrill for her. She turned to the side and stuck her chest out, making her boobs breathtaking, and lifted them up at their bottoms, pushing them almost right out of the dress. "Heidi," her husband pleaded, "I am feeling REALLY uncomfortable with this." She looked back at him, and smiled. "OK, I'll tell them what you told me to tell them." He sighed again in relief. "Please," he said, sounding encouraged. "I'll tell them what you told me to tell them - sort of." He began to speak but she cut him off.
She spoke mechanically, staring vacantly at the ceiling, without emphasis, her voice lower and mocking. "My husband, Dr. Keller, wants me to tell you that I have no interest in your flirting and that I will continue to sit here with him and say no to any suggestions of physical contact." She then looked at her chest and resumed feeling herself up and then put her hands on her left leg, rubbing it enticingly. Her hands moved slowly up and up and pushed her dress up to her waist while she played with her thigh. She leaned over, raised her knee to lick it wickedly and a lot of her shapely leg, a neat trick if you're double jointed like she seemed to be. "I need to show you guys that I feel good about my body," she said more meaningfully, and she began to pull the top of her dress down over her chest. "I need to share with you my feelings about all this attention to my big tits - er -" and she looked back at her husband, "or should I say my 'large breasts'". She ever so slowly ed her dress down, and it was now suspended over her nipples. She stood and put her arms up in the air. "Only a man who has permission to do so may make suggestive comments about my chest. Or should I say 'men'"
"May I have permission?" Mickey said. She straddled his lap and stuck her chest out, inches from his head. "Do you feel comfortable with my big tits?" she said. "Oh Christ yeah," he panted. "Are you OK with this? I don't want to invade your space and overlook your feelings." "Oh come on, baby, we can't take it any more!" he yelled. She stood up and pulled her dress down to her waist, and the most mouthwatering, rounded, over sized knockers popped into full view. "Should I dance again?" she giggled softly. "Oh Heidi, do it!" several of us yelled, clapping. She stepped out of her high heels and began the jig. But now it was no longer even remotely a traditional Irish art form but a lusty display of her huge tits bouncing incredibly, her big nipples totally aroused, staring at us.
After a few minutes she sipped more wine and "accidentally" spilled some on her chest. She took a breast and licked it, then licked the other. "I need you guys to kiss me. I want to share my tongue with you. Who's first?" She picked Pat and sat on his lap. They kissed real wet style and then he went to work on her neck, which she really liked. And his big husky hands could only grab some of either of her boobs. They went on like this for a few minutes, and she was entirely enjoying the whole situation.
She turned slightly toward her husband, who was reaching frantically for the walker. "I'm getting up and coming to take you away from this sick spectacle," he yelled. "Help me up, Heidi." "What?" she said, scooting off Pat's lap and swaying toward him, pulling her dress off, the snug fabric clinging to her hips. "Help me up!" he looked at her with contempt. "What, darling?" she said. He was beside himself. "Do what I tell you!" "You should rest," she smiled, as she stepped out of her dress and threw it at him. She looked at him and then pushed the walker out of his reach. "Now where was I?" she said. She turned toward us and shook her tight little ass at her husband, and ran her fingers around the full length of the waistband of her red, woven underpants. Mickey was right behind her and his big hands grabbed her. Not even knowing who it was she looked at Professor Keller with glazed eyes, glorying in the feeling of warm wet lips on her neck and rough hands working its. Then I joined them, then Terry. She was half leaning back on Mick and moaning, laughing giddily with the feeling of six hands roaming all over her neck, face, chest and now her stomach and thighs. Two of us were always kissing her. All five of us took turns kissing her passionately and playing with her tits and ass. This went on for about twenty minutes, a few feet from her egocentric husband.
What an evil sight this must have been for him. He pathetically attempted to get up off the couch by himself.
She had three of us sit on the other couch, Pat on one of the chairs and me on the other. She stood and rubbed her clit in front of us, and made filthy comments about what she wanted to do with each of our cocks. When she stopped talking dirty the room was still but for the sound of the slurping of her hand on her twat. Then she sat on each lap, shaking her tits in each of our faces. She started with Pat and mashed her boobs on either side of his face. Then she guided his stiff dick into her pussy. "Tight pussy, babe," he gasped, "How do you like me fucking your tight cunt?" She was so hot she began bouncing up and down on him, fucking him with her hair shaking around her face. "You feel damn good, Pat." "Does your husband feel like this when he fucks you?" She laughed: "Are you kidding? He's a little fireman. You're the big hose." Her ass slapped away on him, and she looked over like the dirty whore she was at her husband. Her eyes were half closed and looked so sexy. n Pat cried out, his balls emptying hot cum inside her.
Heidi kissed him and moved to Terry, then said: "Professor, I'm saving Mr. Muscles for last. He'll loosen me up so fucking much you other guys won't get a nice tight pussy." So she went to me. I told her to turn around and face him so I could squeeze her tits and play with her ass while I fucked her. Her round ass spread so deliciously and her legs took the demand of fucking in this position very nicely. She leaned back into me, moaning: "Oh come on, squeeze my tits again while you fuck me like that." She played with my balls and after some violent bouncing on my prick she came, but I wanted to wait, even though her vaginal muscles were closing around me perfectly.
On the couch it was just fucking uncanny. She'd be smashing those big tits of hers into Mick's face while the other guys rubbed their purple cocks against her and played with her cunt and her asshole. Then she lowered her hot pussy on to Terry's monster cock. "God you're a huge fucker," she screamed, laughing. She fucked him eagerly, could not get enough. They went at it for twenty, thirty minutes. We were mesmerized. "Fuck that pussy Ter," Mick yelled. Terry was insane with lust, and picked up this petite beauty with the big tits and fucked her doggy style. "How about a little of this cock up my ass?" she said, looking back at him. "Fuck yeah," he said. He finger fucked her asshole while she sucked off the others on the couch with them. Then Terry knelt behind her again and moved the head of his rock hard dick to the front of her anus. He spit down on it, and pushed gently. "Whoa," she said, laughing. "You hurt when you do that. But keep trying." After a few minutes o hing and stretching his king size cock entered her body. He fucked her slowly, sweat dripping all over her from his chest and face. She stopped crying in discomfort and began screaming with pleasure. We watched entranced as she rubbed her clit like a crazy woman. Terry's meaty hands squeezed her tits roughly, pulling them to her sides and pulling on her nipples. "You like getting fucked like this, don't you Heidi?" Ricky said. She whimpered: "Oh yeah, it's the best." Mick looked over at Dr. Keller. "Check it out, man. Your wife is throwing one hell of an ass fuck!" More of Terry gradually went in to her lovely ass and those of us who had already come were ready to go again, it was so intense. He kept ramming it into her rump, and she took it demandingly. She kept some of him outside of her, he was just too large. Then their strokes got quicker and quicker and their cries became wild, uncontrolled. "Fuck!" she said, her clit getting crazy strokes from her frantic fingers, t hen Heidi moaned in lunatic fashion as he swore and ground his ass in spasms toward her, coming in many hard strokes, blissfully inside her rectum. He collapsed on her and in a few minutes she began laughing. She looked up at him and then the rest of us and said: "Wow. So that's getting in the ass. How wicked."
Terry went to the kitchen and got a beer out of the cooler. She knelt on the floor and we formed a circle around her. "There's a blindfold in that dresser over there, could you get it?" she moaned, smiling at Terry. She laughed when he fetched it for her and she put it on. "How do I look, guys?" she said, reaching around for dickmeat. "You really like blowing us, don't you, cocksucker?" Mick said, looking at her husband. As if to answer she moved around on her knees, jacking one cock with one hand and devouring another with her hungry mouth. "How's the professor's cock? Worth sucking?" Pat asked her, smiling at Keller. "I wonder if she licks his balls like she's doing to me now." I laughed: "This must be a wonderful education for him." She was working with two at once, trying wholeheartedly to fit them both in her hot mouth. "How about it, professor? While you're sitting there on your brains getting in touch with your inner asshole, are you watching how she sucks a is cock?" Professor Keller was laying back on the couch, staring, numb, put in his place. "Well, who are you sucking off now, babe?" someone asked. "Don't know," she mumbled, her mouth full of dick, "don't care." "They're all big," she muttered between sucking, "but one is real big." "How about lying on the couch and guessing who's eating your pussy while you get fucked in the face?" Terry said. We all shouted "All right! To the couch! To the couch!" Pat looked at her husband as his big-titted whore wife lay on the couch, her right leg gracefully stretched upward onto the back cushions. There was room behind for someone to perch over her face and fuck her tireless mouth. We took turns eating her sweet twat and her asshole, making her come but first asking who was licking her clit. "Terry?" she laughed, "No, Mick? No Terry?" Guys sucked on her big tits and someone always was stuffing her mouth with dick.
Then she rolled over. "I really need to get fucked so more," she said. Pat obliged, resting his hands on her butt and slowly moving his cockhead back and forth on her cunt lips. "I have wanted you guys to fuck me since day one," she said, gasping. Terry put one knee on the couch and pulled her hair so that her head was confronting his catsup bottle dick. He rubbed it into her face. "Take that fucking blindfold off me," she said. Terry slipped it off. "Wipe it on my pussy and give it to my famous husband," she laughed. "Let me cum first," Pat moaned. He pumped her fiercely and came inside her, crying out in his climax. She wiped the blindfold into her pussy, half inserting the fabric, and then got up and walked over to Professor Keller. "I don't want you to be left out," she said, rubbing it against his trembling face.
"Professor, maybe you're out of touch with your feelings," I said, taking a long shot. "Maybe you really like watching your little cocksucker wife showing off her tits and ass and then getting fucked. She's got no shame and obviously you don't have any either." She strutted around in front of him, grabbing the right tit with two hands, one hand reaching from under the left tit, pushing it up and out while she worked the right. "Honey," she said, "Don't you just LOVE my playing with all this cock? I bet you like watching me act like a whore." She grabbed her ass and bent forward, wiggling her heavy knockers in front of his face like the filthy tramp she was.
We took turns with her. We were there for three more hours. She really liked having her tits sucked by two mouths at once and came twice when she was kneeling over Pat on the couch, her tits hanging in his face.
There have been no new conquests since Heidi. We visit her townhouse frequently and Professor Keller sits by, playing with his little fireman while we try to meet her constant demands for collegiate cock.
Finally we had to leave. "Goodbye Heidi's Slaves," she called out as we turned toward the day's classes. "'Heidi's Slaves'?" her husband said. She giggled. "I think they have a crush on my body," she said. We turned and Ricky said: "You have one beautiful wife there, Professor."
We had several more conversations with her like that one. We found out that she was 21. It was apparent he ran her life, when he was around to run it. They had been married for about nine months. He dished off most of his classes to T.A.s and ran around the country doing tours and talk radio. She rarely accompanied him. We would just sit and stare at her, and loved to peep into her windows at night. It became a religion. And she hardly objected to the attention. She smiled at our increasingly suggestive comments about her tits. We were all there on her patio one evening, when his nibs was out of town. She was wearing the bikini because we had told her how super she looked in it and she usually made a point of wearing it when we came over to flirt with her. So Pat said, staring at her tits after all of us had inhaled a few Margaritas: "I had a nightmare you were my mom and I was a bottle baby." She laughed real hard at that. "But if you were my little baby I would nurs all you wanted," she said, stepping closer to him, the laugh vanished and that other worldly expression replacing it. Everyone was figuring out that she liked us to talk about her body, so we plunged in. "You nursing me, one of your nipples in my mouth. God that would be heaven," Mick said. "Your babies are going to LOVE you," Terry said. "If you have sons they'll be after your tits for breakfast until they're 19." "Maybe later than that," she said, her eagerness for this arousing chat apparent in her perked up voice. "If I were your son I would be at your tits constantly," Mick said, dancing in place to the slow jazz on the stereo we could hear from the inside. "Looks like I'm going to get sucked on alot. Should I practice on you?" she said, taking his hand and pulling him toward her for a slow dance. "Practice feeding me with your big tits? Are you kidding?" he said. She laughed: "Would that do it for you?" "Fuckin A. Fuckin A. You're driving us crazy honey," Pa t said, watching Terry pull her close, her chest mashing against his bare, highly toned muscles. "Every man on this campus thinks that way," I said. "Really?" she said, staring up into Terry's eyes. "You have the greatest tits around." "Do I?" she said, letting go of Terry and cupping her boobs with her hands.
We heard a car door slam and knew from past experience that her husband was back. "Time to go. I must meet my master," she smiled. God were we ready for her.
We ran into Heidi downtown outside of a college bar later that week. Several obnoxious townies were all over her. The situation was explosive and she was clearly terrified. They were pawing her and she was definitely not appreciating it. Mick intervened. "Heidi! Can we give you a ride?" One of the townies said: "Go away dude. She's with us." Mick swore at him and the guy kicked Mick in the balls. Things degenerated promptly and what eventually happened is that we, a little bloodied, collected up Heidi, who was very upset, and got her home. Professor Keller, naturally, was nowhere to be found so Ricky stayed with her for several hours - strictly for talking her into a more relaxed state - until Keller arrived from the airport. Even when he heard what had happened Keller could not have been more cold and ungrateful with Ricky. Then, about a week later, we received an engraved invitation to come over to the Kellers for drinks.
We were certainly eager to be with Heidi any chance we could. No other babe on campus - and we had a lot of irons in the sexual fire - could touch her. They were all secondary now. And maybe at this little gathering we could move to the next level with her - and her insufferable husband. We knew she was a major dick teaser and seemed to have big resentments of Professor Keller.
Mick knocked on their door and Professor Keller answered it. His expression told us he was only sort of happy to see us. He smiled that haughty smile and said, "Ah Heidi, the gentlemen of the hour are here. Do come in." He was smoking a pipe and wearing a sweatshirt and jeans. He was leaning on a walker. "Pulled some tendons out while playing soccer yesterday. Without this thing I'm an invalid. Can't walk a step."
Behind him was Heidi, leaning against the banister to the stairs leading to the second floor. Their townhouse was quite impressive, with expensive paneling, built in bookshelves, very tasty furniture, wonderfully framed prints and photographs adorning the walls. Some classical chamber music was gently piped in from the stereo in the dining room. A large pile of cut flowers were lying on the dining room table, waiting for two vases. Their fragrance sweetened the occasion.
But they were yesterday's garbage compared to the sweet, mysterious one who smiled brightly at us, saying "hi" silently. She had on a red sun dress that hugged her smooth skin. Her broad hips and curvy legs led your eye to cute feet and nails painted dark purple and no shoes. Her waist was so narrow. Her graceful arms were tanning nicely from her sunbathing, as was the most beautiful face God ever thought up. And she had dolled up her eyes and her lips, just for us, we hoped.
The two thin straps of the sun dress, tied at her shoulders, must have been made of material used in the Space Shuttle, because they had a lot of weight to contend with. Her extra large breasts stuck out so amazingly that I practically creamed my shorts. We had seen them in a bikini top and under blouses and T-shirts and we were knocked out all over again. They were perfectly round, firm, so heavy, yet her young flesh stuck out proudly, no sag whatsoever. Every time we went through this torture with her anew, being hit between the eyes with what must have been something in the range of a 38EE. The dress's straps cut all the way to her waist, completely exposing the insides of her breasts. They were defying gravity and they were defying us. None of us could fathom tits that big on a slender little body.
So after each of us shook his hand we kissed her, on the mouth. Mick put his hand on her cheek when his lips, half open, met hers, then said softly: "Hello!". Pat, already aroused, hugged her and kissed her, saying: "I am proud to be a Heidi Slave! God you're gorgeous in that!". I just kissed her and looked at Dr. Keller. "Do you appreciate what you have here, professor?", my hand touching her shoulder. I noticed he was not comfortable at all with this parade of brazen losers smooching his wife. Terry put a hand around her waist and looked at her closely first, for a few seconds, then kissed her lips. "I love you," he said, "What can we do about that?" He went into mock weeping and rested his head on her bare shoulder. She had been smiling through all of this and patted his hair. "There there, sometimes life is harsh for the Heidi Slaves," she giggled. Then Ricky grabbed her and did a dramatic ballroom lurch toward the floor, kissed her and righted her, then turned to "OK, let's do this again! Back to you, dude!" he laughed.
We were all chuckling, including Heidi, when Professor Keller, smiling faintly, interrupted the levity. "Why don't we all sit down? Heidi, could you bring out some beer and wine?" She headed to the kitchen and we found comfortable spots in firm couches and chairs arranged tastefully in the living room. We noticed that our host painfully lowered himself to the couch. As he slid the walker to a space to his right he sighed. "I hate depending on that thing, I can't get up without someone helping me. But it's temporary, thank God."
We shot the breeze about nothing much. "Thanks for inviting us over," I said to him. "Oh Heidi was the one who wanted to ask you over," he said in that conceited tone. "But I do want to thank you for bailing her out of that problem the other day. It was very thoughtful of you and she appreciates it." Not only was he patronizing us, he was kind of looking down his nose at her too.
Heidi sat at his side and played with her hair, saying little. When something amused her, her tongue had this intoxicating habit of licking the corner of her upper lip.
We had some more drinks. Heidi was making major inroads on some white wine, and it put a wonderful blush on her face and chest.
There was Irish music playing on the stereo. As we all did whenever she did this Ricky watched Heidi in the kitchen, which was right off the living room, leaning over a cooler to get out more beers for us. Her heavy, full tits half pushed out of the top of her dress. He finally said: "Who likes Irish music? Is that the Chieftains?" She looked up at him, indifferent to the display of titflesh that was driving all of us mad. "Right you are," she said. "Can you do any stepdancing?" "No, " he said, "can you?" "Sure, want to see?" We were all staring now, Heidi still bending over, even though the beers she wanted were now on the counter next to her. Our eyes were on her tits, and she knew it, and she seemed to like it.
She handed us our beers and stood very straight in the living room, facing us, her back to her husband. She proceeded to do a jig, her arms perfectly parallel at her sides, her head facing straight forward, her eyes looking coyly down at us. Her jumping toes and heels worked wonders and she kicked out her feet in complicated steps. This caused a wild, indescribably sexy bouncing of her tits. Professor Keller frowned at the sight of her breasts flying up and down, and Mickey, whom she was closest to, made no pretense of admiring her footwork. He completely ogled her chest, inches away from him. She move closer to his lap, looking down teasingly at him but keeping her head erect. Then she turned a sharp 90 degrees with a kick of her legs and her knockers were a little slow to catch up with the rest of her body. Now she was still next to him but facing the rest of us, and the profile of her tits shaking around was making her even more lucious. Her husband said: "OK, Heidi, the the picture." She kept dancing.
"So did you take lessons?" Terry asked, his head leaning on his hand, his tongue licking his lips. I watched Keller, a very nervous grin on his face, watching Terry fixing his gaze on her breasts. Heidi smiled at Terry, obviously enjoying the effect of her dancing on her tits and the effect of her tits on us. "Yep. Want to learn how?" He and Ricky answered almost simultaneously. They started to get up and she said: "Lie on the floor in front of me first. That's how you get the feeling of the rhythm. Come on." She bent forward, still dancing, and pulled on Terry's beefy arm. "Come on Mr. Muscles," she said quietly.
She gulped a half glass of wine while Terry and Ricky lay down on the floor, their legs facing behind her, their heads looking up at her face from either side of her. They were now facing her, directly at her feet. She resumed dancing, nimbly avoiding their heads, and looked down at them. "How do I look from down there?" she laughed. Her husband raised his voice: "Really Heidi, you're kind of bouncing around, half out of the top of your dress. Come sit down."
"Yeah she sure is bouncing," I said. "I think she likes the attention she's getting too." Terry's cock was completely rock hard. He said: "Heidi, can you see me at your feet? I can hardly see YOUR face. Something big and sexy is in the way." "I can't see your face, but I do notice you are excited about this dancing lesson," she purred, her eyes studying his crotch. She looked at her husband and smiled. Ricky chimed in: "They're blocking you, but I don't care. I love the way you move!" She smiled and thrust out her chest, and put her hands behind, on the back of her neck . "Well well," she said, "looks my audience loves me....How's this?" She kicked her legs up higher, showing almost of all of each leg and some of her red panties. Her chest was completely all over the place and I heard Mick call out: "Shake 'em baby. Don't stop!". She stopped dancing and bent over to say something to her students about dancing with her. Her straps were down off her shoulders and he tits were half out. Terry and Ricky continued to lay on the floor and she got down on her hands and knees and laughed with them. She crawled toward Terry so that she was directly above him, her big tits inches from his face. Then she did the same with Ricky. She looked over at her husband then, a faint smile on her face, her extra large chest wickedly offered to the man under her . Professor Keller said quietly: "That's enough." She stood up and turned off the music and sat down next to him. So he had a force of his personality.
Nothing was said until we all settled down again. Professor Keller spoke some psychobabble: "Well I feel good about that ending. I was very uncomfortable with that. I think each of you let a child out to play there and you were trying to make my parent come out to stop it. This is my sharing on what just happened. I need for each of you to respect my concerns about that just happened, to validate my experience. " Heidi smiled at Ricky and said: "Translation?"
He then proceeded to try to put us in our place. At first it was flattering that he had remembered our names and what we were pursuing at school. He started with Terry, appearing interested in Terry's athletic prowess but managing to throw in a shot about Terry being dropped last year for poor grades. And he had some statistic handy about what an infinitesimally small fraction of college football players ever get to be pro. How did HE know about Terry's problem from last year? He amiably chatted with Ricky about the education college but gradually began throwing questions at him about its curriculum that were quite complicated and arcane. He took Ricky to the point of hostility then suddenly got mellow with him,
At about this point Heidi rolled a tray in with more beer, wine, chips etc. The room got real quiet and when she bent over to offer each of us a glass of wine or a beer. The dress was cut not only with a deep neckline but with the material kind of short on the sides, so you could see how the sides of her massive titflesh lay on her chest. Shit! But we were kind of uptight about the discussion with her husband and for the time being tried to keep our eyes of her body. At least until she walked to sit down next to him, folding a leg under her and just sitting there being beautiful, staring at us, unsmiling, almost melancholy. Saying nothing again. Then he continued with his game of trying to swat us around. He gave me this sugar-coated third degree about my graduate school studies, leaving me convinced that I didn't know what the fuck I was doing. He did the same thing with Mickey.
He shifted gears, assuming he had softened us up. His tone went from professorial to man-to-man.
"I want to share with you my feelings about the attention you're giving Heidi," he said, grinning confidently, and putting his arm around her. She made a face and looked up at him with a slight frown. "I think there are boundaries and I am uncomfortable with the way you have flirted with her and frankly I did not appreciate the way you kissed her tonight. I have a real problem with this. I need you to respect my need for validation."
No one said anything. He took a healthy sip of his chardonnay and everyone else did likewise with their drinks. Then another sip. Heidi stared at us and then, subtly, a faintly discernible heavenward roll of her eyes. Those wonderful eyebrows stayed up and she looked down at her bosom. Terry picked up on this and said: "Can I share with you my feelings?" He lay back in this gigantic couch they had, that must have cost a fortune, and spoke in a timid voice.
Professor Keller looked at him with a smile. "What would you like to say? What do you want to tell Heidi?" He was looking so cocky. We were all kind of feeling inferior.
"You don't mind if I tell you what's on my mind?" Terry said, looking at Heidi, then at him.
"That is what we're doing here. Now is the time for total openness and emotional honesty. What does what I just said say to you?"
"I know you have a problem with the attention we give to your wife. We can't help it. She's so fucking sexy."
"Right on," I said. The others chimed in. Then Pat said: "And her huge tits drive us wild!"
The professor looked at him condescendingly, and grinned. "I can understand your filthy collegiate talk, it suits you, Pat. But just because you like her - uh - huge tits as you put it I have to share that I really feel very offended by what you're laying down here." He turned to his wife and said: "I feel embarrassed for what you're hearing here Heidi. But we have to get these things out and worked through."
She was turning red and just stared ahead.
Ricky looked at her "Every guy in this room just loves your chest Heidi. Your husband has asked for emotional honesty and sitting here now I have to tell you, and him, that I feel extremely interested in seeing those big tits of yours, right now. I just want to express my affection for you. Can I do that? Let's work on the issue of those huge, fucking tits."
Her husband grinned and waved a hand toward Ricky. "You cannot do that. You cannot see her bare breasts."
That's where it lay for a moment. Silence. The alcohol was giving some new boldness to her admirers, but he was still in charge. But she looked at Ricky and smiled. "Sure he can. And he can kiss me, too. Like he did when he came in. I really, really liked it."
There was a palpable change in the atmosphere. "May I have a kiss too? I just want everyone here to know how I feel," Terry said, his hand rubbing the arm of the couch. "How about my feelings?" Mick said, with an exaggerated intensity in his voice. "I have gotten connected with my inner self," I said, "and I need to show the feelings of closeness I have for your wife, Doctor." Pat stared at her chest and just said: "You like to show off your big tits, and I think you want to shake 'em in our faces. I think that's what you feel like."
"Heidi," her husband said, sighing, folding his arms and looking up at the ceiling, "Think of the costs you're paying here. There are boundaries and you can't cross them. I let the dancing go by but this has got to stop. I need you to tell these guys that you have no interest in their flirting and that you will continue to sit here with me and say no to the suggestions of physical contact. Show them that you want to feel good about your body, and that you do not appreciate all this little-boy attention to your big tits - er - large breasts. Tell them that only a man who has permission to do so may make suggestive comments about your chest. Tell them it is not OK for them to hug and kiss you without your permission, which you do not give. Tell them."
After a few minutes Heidi reached down and put on some red high heels that were lying at her feet. She got up and walked slowly over to the couch that Terry and Ricky were sitting on. She stepped on to the couch with her left leg so that her foot rested between their laps, her dress riding way up to her panties. Her back to her husband, she put her hands on her waist, and said: "So you guys liked my step dancing demonstration?" Everyone looked at the professor shaking his head, then cheered. "Hell yeah," someone bellowed.
"How do you like me walking in these high heels?" "Oh baby," I yelled. Terry and others applauded. She strutted back and forth in front of us. "Do I jiggle?" "Christ, do you jiggle," Mick laughed. "Is that a turn-on?" she laughed, walking up about eight steps of the stairs and then down again. "Uh check my dipstick and find out," Pat laughed. "If you were the Heidi that interrupted the Super Bowl, then fuck the Super Bowl," Ricky said, grabbing her ass as she sauntered by him. We all laughed, hard. Lust and sexual tension had dethroned the sensitivity session we had just had. Heidi came back to the middle of the big couch and stood under a low placed shelf built into the wall behind the couch - Terry had banged his head against it when he had gone to the john - and now she reached up and placed her hands on it. She was facing Terry and Ricky, and arching forward, one knee on the couch. This made her melons jut out so deliciously. When she shook them, and their prominent teats, just staring at Ricky and saying nothing, we all broke into cheers.
Heidi moved back from the shelf, then put her hands on her tits and began to caress them, lightly at first, and tossed her head back, opening her mouth, her tongue sticking straight out like a serpent. This sent about a million kilowatts through the room. She shook her hips and slowly lowered one shoulder strap, than the other. Now she started cupping and kneading her tits more eagerly, gazing at Ricky. Showing off like this was very plainly a huge thrill for her. She turned to the side and stuck her chest out, making her boobs breathtaking, and lifted them up at their bottoms, pushing them almost right out of the dress. "Heidi," her husband pleaded, "I am feeling REALLY uncomfortable with this." She looked back at him, and smiled. "OK, I'll tell them what you told me to tell them." He sighed again in relief. "Please," he said, sounding encouraged. "I'll tell them what you told me to tell them - sort of." He began to speak but she cut him off.
She spoke mechanically, staring vacantly at the ceiling, without emphasis, her voice lower and mocking. "My husband, Dr. Keller, wants me to tell you that I have no interest in your flirting and that I will continue to sit here with him and say no to any suggestions of physical contact." She then looked at her chest and resumed feeling herself up and then put her hands on her left leg, rubbing it enticingly. Her hands moved slowly up and up and pushed her dress up to her waist while she played with her thigh. She leaned over, raised her knee to lick it wickedly and a lot of her shapely leg, a neat trick if you're double jointed like she seemed to be. "I need to show you guys that I feel good about my body," she said more meaningfully, and she began to pull the top of her dress down over her chest. "I need to share with you my feelings about all this attention to my big tits - er -" and she looked back at her husband, "or should I say my 'large breasts'". She ever so slowly ed her dress down, and it was now suspended over her nipples. She stood and put her arms up in the air. "Only a man who has permission to do so may make suggestive comments about my chest. Or should I say 'men'"
"May I have permission?" Mickey said. She straddled his lap and stuck her chest out, inches from his head. "Do you feel comfortable with my big tits?" she said. "Oh Christ yeah," he panted. "Are you OK with this? I don't want to invade your space and overlook your feelings." "Oh come on, baby, we can't take it any more!" he yelled. She stood up and pulled her dress down to her waist, and the most mouthwatering, rounded, over sized knockers popped into full view. "Should I dance again?" she giggled softly. "Oh Heidi, do it!" several of us yelled, clapping. She stepped out of her high heels and began the jig. But now it was no longer even remotely a traditional Irish art form but a lusty display of her huge tits bouncing incredibly, her big nipples totally aroused, staring at us.
After a few minutes she sipped more wine and "accidentally" spilled some on her chest. She took a breast and licked it, then licked the other. "I need you guys to kiss me. I want to share my tongue with you. Who's first?" She picked Pat and sat on his lap. They kissed real wet style and then he went to work on her neck, which she really liked. And his big husky hands could only grab some of either of her boobs. They went on like this for a few minutes, and she was entirely enjoying the whole situation.
She turned slightly toward her husband, who was reaching frantically for the walker. "I'm getting up and coming to take you away from this sick spectacle," he yelled. "Help me up, Heidi." "What?" she said, scooting off Pat's lap and swaying toward him, pulling her dress off, the snug fabric clinging to her hips. "Help me up!" he looked at her with contempt. "What, darling?" she said. He was beside himself. "Do what I tell you!" "You should rest," she smiled, as she stepped out of her dress and threw it at him. She looked at him and then pushed the walker out of his reach. "Now where was I?" she said. She turned toward us and shook her tight little ass at her husband, and ran her fingers around the full length of the waistband of her red, woven underpants. Mickey was right behind her and his big hands grabbed her. Not even knowing who it was she looked at Professor Keller with glazed eyes, glorying in the feeling of warm wet lips on her neck and rough hands working its. Then I joined them, then Terry. She was half leaning back on Mick and moaning, laughing giddily with the feeling of six hands roaming all over her neck, face, chest and now her stomach and thighs. Two of us were always kissing her. All five of us took turns kissing her passionately and playing with her tits and ass. This went on for about twenty minutes, a few feet from her egocentric husband.
What an evil sight this must have been for him. He pathetically attempted to get up off the couch by himself.
She had three of us sit on the other couch, Pat on one of the chairs and me on the other. She stood and rubbed her clit in front of us, and made filthy comments about what she wanted to do with each of our cocks. When she stopped talking dirty the room was still but for the sound of the slurping of her hand on her twat. Then she sat on each lap, shaking her tits in each of our faces. She started with Pat and mashed her boobs on either side of his face. Then she guided his stiff dick into her pussy. "Tight pussy, babe," he gasped, "How do you like me fucking your tight cunt?" She was so hot she began bouncing up and down on him, fucking him with her hair shaking around her face. "You feel damn good, Pat." "Does your husband feel like this when he fucks you?" She laughed: "Are you kidding? He's a little fireman. You're the big hose." Her ass slapped away on him, and she looked over like the dirty whore she was at her husband. Her eyes were half closed and looked so sexy. n Pat cried out, his balls emptying hot cum inside her.
Heidi kissed him and moved to Terry, then said: "Professor, I'm saving Mr. Muscles for last. He'll loosen me up so fucking much you other guys won't get a nice tight pussy." So she went to me. I told her to turn around and face him so I could squeeze her tits and play with her ass while I fucked her. Her round ass spread so deliciously and her legs took the demand of fucking in this position very nicely. She leaned back into me, moaning: "Oh come on, squeeze my tits again while you fuck me like that." She played with my balls and after some violent bouncing on my prick she came, but I wanted to wait, even though her vaginal muscles were closing around me perfectly.
On the couch it was just fucking uncanny. She'd be smashing those big tits of hers into Mick's face while the other guys rubbed their purple cocks against her and played with her cunt and her asshole. Then she lowered her hot pussy on to Terry's monster cock. "God you're a huge fucker," she screamed, laughing. She fucked him eagerly, could not get enough. They went at it for twenty, thirty minutes. We were mesmerized. "Fuck that pussy Ter," Mick yelled. Terry was insane with lust, and picked up this petite beauty with the big tits and fucked her doggy style. "How about a little of this cock up my ass?" she said, looking back at him. "Fuck yeah," he said. He finger fucked her asshole while she sucked off the others on the couch with them. Then Terry knelt behind her again and moved the head of his rock hard dick to the front of her anus. He spit down on it, and pushed gently. "Whoa," she said, laughing. "You hurt when you do that. But keep trying." After a few minutes o hing and stretching his king size cock entered her body. He fucked her slowly, sweat dripping all over her from his chest and face. She stopped crying in discomfort and began screaming with pleasure. We watched entranced as she rubbed her clit like a crazy woman. Terry's meaty hands squeezed her tits roughly, pulling them to her sides and pulling on her nipples. "You like getting fucked like this, don't you Heidi?" Ricky said. She whimpered: "Oh yeah, it's the best." Mick looked over at Dr. Keller. "Check it out, man. Your wife is throwing one hell of an ass fuck!" More of Terry gradually went in to her lovely ass and those of us who had already come were ready to go again, it was so intense. He kept ramming it into her rump, and she took it demandingly. She kept some of him outside of her, he was just too large. Then their strokes got quicker and quicker and their cries became wild, uncontrolled. "Fuck!" she said, her clit getting crazy strokes from her frantic fingers, t hen Heidi moaned in lunatic fashion as he swore and ground his ass in spasms toward her, coming in many hard strokes, blissfully inside her rectum. He collapsed on her and in a few minutes she began laughing. She looked up at him and then the rest of us and said: "Wow. So that's getting in the ass. How wicked."
Terry went to the kitchen and got a beer out of the cooler. She knelt on the floor and we formed a circle around her. "There's a blindfold in that dresser over there, could you get it?" she moaned, smiling at Terry. She laughed when he fetched it for her and she put it on. "How do I look, guys?" she said, reaching around for dickmeat. "You really like blowing us, don't you, cocksucker?" Mick said, looking at her husband. As if to answer she moved around on her knees, jacking one cock with one hand and devouring another with her hungry mouth. "How's the professor's cock? Worth sucking?" Pat asked her, smiling at Keller. "I wonder if she licks his balls like she's doing to me now." I laughed: "This must be a wonderful education for him." She was working with two at once, trying wholeheartedly to fit them both in her hot mouth. "How about it, professor? While you're sitting there on your brains getting in touch with your inner asshole, are you watching how she sucks a is cock?" Professor Keller was laying back on the couch, staring, numb, put in his place. "Well, who are you sucking off now, babe?" someone asked. "Don't know," she mumbled, her mouth full of dick, "don't care." "They're all big," she muttered between sucking, "but one is real big." "How about lying on the couch and guessing who's eating your pussy while you get fucked in the face?" Terry said. We all shouted "All right! To the couch! To the couch!" Pat looked at her husband as his big-titted whore wife lay on the couch, her right leg gracefully stretched upward onto the back cushions. There was room behind for someone to perch over her face and fuck her tireless mouth. We took turns eating her sweet twat and her asshole, making her come but first asking who was licking her clit. "Terry?" she laughed, "No, Mick? No Terry?" Guys sucked on her big tits and someone always was stuffing her mouth with dick.
Then she rolled over. "I really need to get fucked so more," she said. Pat obliged, resting his hands on her butt and slowly moving his cockhead back and forth on her cunt lips. "I have wanted you guys to fuck me since day one," she said, gasping. Terry put one knee on the couch and pulled her hair so that her head was confronting his catsup bottle dick. He rubbed it into her face. "Take that fucking blindfold off me," she said. Terry slipped it off. "Wipe it on my pussy and give it to my famous husband," she laughed. "Let me cum first," Pat moaned. He pumped her fiercely and came inside her, crying out in his climax. She wiped the blindfold into her pussy, half inserting the fabric, and then got up and walked over to Professor Keller. "I don't want you to be left out," she said, rubbing it against his trembling face.
"Professor, maybe you're out of touch with your feelings," I said, taking a long shot. "Maybe you really like watching your little cocksucker wife showing off her tits and ass and then getting fucked. She's got no shame and obviously you don't have any either." She strutted around in front of him, grabbing the right tit with two hands, one hand reaching from under the left tit, pushing it up and out while she worked the right. "Honey," she said, "Don't you just LOVE my playing with all this cock? I bet you like watching me act like a whore." She grabbed her ass and bent forward, wiggling her heavy knockers in front of his face like the filthy tramp she was.
We took turns with her. We were there for three more hours. She really liked having her tits sucked by two mouths at once and came twice when she was kneeling over Pat on the couch, her tits hanging in his face.
There have been no new conquests since Heidi. We visit her townhouse frequently and Professor Keller sits by, playing with his little fireman while we try to meet her constant demands for collegiate cock.
