Intro: Heather's lover has been away on a business trip for the last few months and has not been expected back for another few weeks. She had helped Heather find an apartment just before she left town, and they had traded keys. Heather loved her but wasn't sure she was 'in love' with her. Heather has been rather conflicted about her own sexual orientation. She still felt she was straight although she enjoyed having Dawn go down on her.
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My Name is Heather Ch. 3: Heather eats pussy.
Dinner was baked macaroni and cheese and a light salad. Paula was wearing jeans and a T-shirt, not just the T she had always worn before she professed to Heather that she wanted her sexually. She was keeping a low profile to avoid having Heather back away. She hadn't even stripped when they were washing clothes. She was biding her time and hoping that Heather would allow her certain liberties.
"Paula, I've been thinking about what you asked me." Paula's pulse raced. Was she about to be turned on – or turned down? "I feel like I'd be cheating on my lover if I let you do – those things to me." Before Heather could continue, Paula burst into tears. She thought that she would be strong if Heather turned her down, but her emotions got the better of her. She dropped the fork she was holding and ran to her bedroom.
Heather could hear the woman sobbing. She felt like a heel, but what could she do? She was damned if she did and damned if she didn't go along with what Paula wanted. She was also afraid that if she did allow Paula into her bed for sex, there might be an emotional attachment later –hers or Paula's or both - if that hadn't already happened. She realized that she cared quite a bit for Paula.
Going to Paula's bedroom, she sat on the bed beside Paula and said, "Paula honey, you knew that the answer might be that I couldn't do what you asked. Please don't cry."
"I know, Heather, but I was hoping. Could you kiss me?" Paula was on the bed on her stomach. She turned over, reached up and put her arms around Heather's neck. Heather kissed Paula gently on the mouth and was lost in the kiss. She lay down beside Paula and took her in her arms. They clung to each other, kissing more and more passionately until it was too late to stop.
Later, Heather could not have explained how her jeans and panties had come off nor how Paula's tongue found its way into her vagina. She did recall that her orgasm was so intense that she was overwhelmed by it. No one before, not even her lover, had been able to stimulate that area deep inside her that threatened to inundate her senses. Heather could no longer insist that she was completely straight. She wanted more from this wonderful, sexy woman. She loved her significant other, but now she lusted for Paula as much as Paula lusted for her. The two partially clothed women fell asleep in each other's arms.
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For the next week, Paula had slept in Heather's bed. She had reveled in licking and kissing Heather's body, sucking her nipples and clitoris, and licking deeply into Heather's vagina to elicit orgasm after orgasm. Heather was in a blissful state of seemingly one continual sexual spasm after another. It seemed they started just after dinner and lasted until she fell asleep completely sated and exhausted. She was forced to do all her editing in the office, as there was no time left to do it in the evening. Her work did suffer a bit, but she was unable – or unwilling – to trade Paula's versatile tongue for what seemed now to be a dull manuscript.
"Are you satisfied, Heather, with how I eat your pussy? Please, tell me how I can make it feel better for you. I'll do anything you ask. Would you like me to suck your toes?" Paula offered.
"Wow! That sounds sexy. That would definitely be a turn on. Yes, I'd like that but don't touch the bottoms of my feet. I'm very ticklish." Heather admitted.
"Would you like anal sex? I could stick my tongue in your rear. I've never done that, but if you want me to, I'll do it," Paula suggested.
"Ugh, no way, Paula. I find that repugnant. Not only that, it could spread germs. No Paula, don't even think about it. As for how you perform oral sex, I can't imagine how you could improve your, um, technique. I absolutely love the way you use your tongue. You are my definition of an artist, an artiste. No honey, you couldn't do it any better," Heather declared. "Heather, have you thought about trying it yourself? Cunnilingus, I mean," Paula asked.
"Now Paula, you said you wouldn't ask me to reciprocate. I realize that you would like to have orgasms, too, but I just couldn't use my mouth on a woman's vagina. I have been selfish though. In fact, I have thought about getting you off manually. The problem has been that you have gone down on me from the time we finish dinner almost until I fall asleep. There has been no time for me to bring you to orgasm. Tonight, I plan to spend time playing with your pussy and clitoris. Just tell me what you like, and I promise I'll do my best," Heather declared.
"Heather, I said I wouldn't ask you –
If
I could help it. I'm dying to know what your tongue would feel like if you licked me; however, I understand, and I would be ecstatic if you would finger me to orgasm. What is it about performing oral sex that you think you wouldn't like?" Paula asked.
Heather giggled, "You're going to keep hinting that you want me to eat you, aren't you? No, Paula, I can't. Maybe it's the taste, or the smell, or the texture, or I'm too hetero, or whatever. I will say, Paula, that you have a beautiful pussy, if a pussy can be called beautiful, and if I were ever to perform cunnilingus, it would be on you. Fair enough?" Heather said.
"Have you ever tasted it, yours, I mean? How do you know you wouldn't like it if you haven't tried it? Asked Paula.
"Keep it up, Paula, and I'm going to take a bite out of your ass," Heather threatened.
"Promises, promises," Paula stuck her tongue out at Heather and gave her raspberries.
"Yes honey, I have tasted pussy. My former boyfriend liked me to suck him after we had sex, and I was able to taste his semen and my juices. Since they were mingled, I admit that I don't know exactly what I taste like. One of these days when I'm feeling brave, I'll taste myself." Heather said as considered the possibility.
"Do you think you'll ever be brave enough to taste me?" Heather hit Paula with a pillow and pinched her nipples. Of course, that turned her on, and she pulled Paula's head into her lap.
"Just for asking that, Paula, I have to punish you. You have to eat me to orgasm again." Paula pretended that it was an onerous task that she did grudgingly. Heather was still feeling the effect of her last orgasm and she had another one almost immediately. Paula pulled her head out of Heather's crotch and made a big display of licking her lips and said, "De- lish-us. Yummy." Heather laughed and hit her with the pillow again.
"Oh, you're going to get it, Paula," Heather threatened again.
Paula's eyes widened and she said, "When? When?" They wrestled around on the bed for a while, then looked into each other's eyes and began kissing slow, passionate kisses. They were both on cloud nine.
"Paula, do you have any special fantasies or fetishes?" Heather asked.
"Yes Heather, but I think you know already what I really like – pussy. I love the taste and texture and scent. I love the juices and reactions I get when I suck and lick. I love giving orgasms. I can almost come - thinking of eating pussy," Paula admitted easily.
"But why are you asking? You know eating pussy, especially yours, is my fetish. I have an extremely strong oral fixation, Heather. Some people bite their nails, smoke cigarettes, or chew gum. I
love
to suck – pussy, clits, pussy lips, nipples, tongues, lips, toes, or any other part of a woman's body that I can get into my mouth. I'd put your whole boob in my mouth if it weren't so big. If I were straight, I'd be a world-class cocksucker. Haven't I made clear my desire to eat pussy?" asked Paula.
"Oh yes, it's abundantly clear. Can I tell you my fantasy, my fetish?" asked Heather.
"Heath-errr! I have asked you if I could be doing something else to please you. Why didn't you tell me you wanted more?"
"Actually, in a way, I want less. No, I don't mean less sex. My fantasy is being licked through my panties. I love that feeling. I still want to be licked without them on, too, but first I want to be licked to orgasm with my panties on. Could you do that? Would it be uncomfortable to lick through the cotton?"
"Honey, I'd eat you through your blue jeans if that's what you like. Put your panties back on and let me show you. There's just one thing I ask. After you come a few times, you'll have to wait until I suck your juices out of your panties before I eat you, er, raw, er, neat or whatever you'd call it without your panties on. Could you wait?" asked Paula.
"Oh my gawd! That would be such a turn on watching you suck my wet panties. Of course I could wait. My pulse is racing just thinking about it," gasped Heather.
For the next half hour, Paula licked Heather's pussy through her panties bringing her to several orgasms. Heather was practically purring, and when Paula pulled off Heather's cum soaked panties, folded them, and put them in her mouth with the crotch against her tongue, Heather orgasmed again - spontaneously.
When Paula started licking and sucking her bare pussy, Heather began having sequential orgasms. She orgasmed every minute or two until she couldn't bear it any longer and pushed Paula's head away. She was hyperventilating and close to passing out.
"Paula, don't touch me anymore until I can calm down. My clit is throbbing and is so sensitive, it hurts. I have day-dreamed about this all my adult life and now – now that my fantasy has come true, it is almost unbearable." She started crying with sheer emotion.
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For the next few days, Heather got Paula off manually, using two fingers in Paula's vagina to stroke Paula's G-spot until the woman orgasmed and ejaculated. Heather used a washcloth to drape over Paula's pussy and a heavy towel under her bottom when she gushed, so that her juices wouldn't drench the bed.
While Paula was in an afterglow and had her eyes closed, Heather surreptitiously put her fingers in her mouth and tasted Paula's secretions.
