
      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.
	
		
