What the Hell Happened to Heather?
Date: 07.02.2010
Keywords: Heather?, to, the, Happened, Hell, What,
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"Listen to the mouth on you. I've NEVER heard you say 'pussy' or 'dick' before!"
"Well," she said snidely, "things are a lot more liberated over in Europe. I guess it just rubbed off on me."
Leaving the airport, Heather began telling me about her trip. But I couldn't concentrate on what she was saying. I was too busy watching random men check out Heather's body as we walked by. Their gazes were either fixed on her bejeweled belly button or her plump tits that rhythmically bounced as she walked.
Sometimes I would even turn around and see guys with their eyes locked on her sweet succulent ass. Their facial expressions said it was taking all their might not to attack her...and rip those Daisy Dukes right off her cute bubble-butt...and then fuck the living shit out of her right here in public.
At one point, we passed two black guys who stared Heather down as if she were a piece of pure fuck meat. I swear I heard one say to the other, "Check out the rockin' body on White-Girl. That bitch needs to get FUUUUCKED..."
But, strangely, none of this made me jealous. If anything, it was turning me on. Who could blame these strange men for desiring my girlfriend's gorgeous body? She radiated pure sex...it was that simple.
God, what would these men do to Heather's body if they had the chance to ravage her? I almost came in my pants at the mere thought of it.
I kept giving Heather sideways glances to see if she was aware these men were watching her. The confident smirk on her face told me she knew it...and she loved it.
"I guess you forgot how cold it gets here in Massachusetts this time of year," I said to her as we neared the exit. "Didn't you bring a coat?"
"Do I look like I'm cold?" she retorted.
I couldn't help looking directly at the stiff nipples poking out from under her T-shirt.
"No," I said. "Not at all."
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Back at my frat house, everything was going just as I'd hoped. All the brothers had left for their road-trip as planned.
At 19, I was their youngest and newest member. This basically meant I was their gopher, designated driver, and general all-around whipping boy. Although they usually treated me like shit, I did feel bad about lying to get out of the road-trip. But then again, I'd have to be crazy to pass up the opportunity to have the house all to myself. Especially now that Heather had shed her former mousy self and had been born again as some devilish little minx. Maybe she'd even like the idea that had just popped into my head...
...to fuck each other in every one of my frat brothers' beds throughout the house!
But for right now I was in my own bed, buck-naked under the covers, waiting for Heather to come out of the bathroom.
Under the sheets, my cock was pulsing like a heart-beat. I prayed for her to hurry up and get out here.
Suddenly, the bathroom door creaked open and there stood Heather. I could not believe what she was wearing. A cherry-red latex bra with matching latex panties.
Every inch of her exposed flesh looked as if she'd rubbed baby-oil all over it.
"You like?" she whispered.
She walked closer to the bed. Right away, I could smell the potent scent of her horny pussy emanating from between her legs. God, she'd never smelt so strong before!
She climbed onto the bed, crawling around on all fours, looking over her shoulder at me.
Her perfect little bubble-butt was sticking right in my face.
"Do you like this ass?" she purred.
"Oh God, yes..."
She placed a hand between her legs and rubbed her latex-covered crotch.
"Do you like this pussy?"
"Oh fuckin' A, Heather, yes!"
"Good...because I want you to eat this ass and this pussy while I tell you a story."
"God, I'll do anything you want, Heather."
I got behind her and was about to peel the latex panties off of her juicy ass. But then I realized...she'd accidentally left her gold cross on. I reached toward the nape of her neck to unclasp the chain.
"No don't," she scolded. "Leave it on. It's better that way."
I was completely shocked. In the past, even under the influence of a roofie, she'd ALWAYS demanded I remove her cross before we had sex.
"Since when do you leave this on during sex?" I teased.
And then...it happened...
"Since I got fucked by a roomful of guys in Prague," she answered quite matter-of-factly.
Her words hung in the air for a moment.
What did she just say? Fucked?...By Guys?...In Prague?
"Pfff," I laughed, "very funny, Heather."
"No seriously," she said without even blinking, "they made me keep my cross on while they fucked the shit out of me."
I felt my stomach tighten with a strange sense of fear and anticipation of where this conversation was headed.
"Heather, what are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about sex, Carl."
I stared at her adorable face, waiting for her to crack a smile and tell me this was all a joke.
But the look in her eyes said she was dead serious.
"I guess you could say that European men bring out the best -- I mean, the worst -- in me."
Was she serious? European men?! Heather had been with European men?!!
WHAT THE HELL HAD SHE DONE WITH EUROPEAN MEN?!!
"You see, Carl, the men in Europe have the most wonderful cocks. Very big, very thick. Much larger than yours, no offense. And once a girl starts sucking them and fucking them, she just can't stop."
Instantly my head started swimming with raunchy images of Heather trapped in some dirty youth hostel in Europe...
In a split-second I was envisioning sweaty naked male bodies surrounding her – my tiny, vulnerable, precious Heather – as her nude body lay spread out on a musty bed. The men slowly climbing onto the bed with her, and her eyes going wide at the sight of their enormous pricks. And then suddenly, without any hesitation, Heather is taking one of their huge horse cocks right into her mouth...and then slowly down her throat. She is literally drooling all over it as she's overtaken by the power of this evil sin. The other men can barely wait to enjoy Heather's lips and tongue. They're tapping their cocks onto her dimpled cheeks...and her sweaty forehead...and her freckled shoulders. All of them are reveling in how their cock-heads feel on the flesh of this innocent 19-year-old American girl!!!
"God, I fucked so many men in Europe, Carl," Heather said snapping me back into reality. "But don't worry, I thought of you each time a new cock entered my pussy."
In my mind, I pictured Heather's lips slowly and lovingly sucking on the thick meat of some lucky Euro-trash bastard...while another man spreads her legs and sinks his huge cock into her "good girl" pussy.
"But you see, Carl, it was so impossible to KEEP thinking of you once those cocks really started pumping into me. I mean they were so big that I just lost all sense of reality after a few strokes. I just had to surrender to the pleasure that was taking over my body. You understand, don't you?"
"I uhhh...uhm."
In my mind's eye, Heather was sucking another horse cock, and then another, and then another. Horse cocks attached to strange men with strong, chiseled bodies. Strange foreign men that don't speak a word of English...but they're grunting and groaning their approval. Suddenly, a 12-inch cock smacks Heather on the forehead and the bridge of her nose...demanding entrance into her mouth. And just like that, my girlfriend's lips are making love to the full length of this never-ending shaft...as it magically disappears into her face...and deep down her throat. She sucks this giant cock until it's dripping wet with saliva and pre-cum. Suddenly, he's between her legs. Her body trembles as his monster cock forces its way inside her cooze...destroying its tightness...stealing that treasure from me.
Imagining all this, I felt my own rock-hard prick slowing throbbing between my legs. God, the thought of my girlfriend getting fucked by a roomful of strange European men was turning me on like nothing ever had before.
"Carl?" Heather asked, playfully biting her bottom lip. "You're not mad at me, are you? I know you've always fantasized about watching me get fucked by other men."
And suddenly, it hit me! She was role-playing! She was trying to see how horny she could get me by telling me this insane story!!
She probably remembered the one time I'd drunkenly told her it was a fantasy of mine to see her have sex with other guys. At the time, she'd thought it was totally disgusting and she refused to speak to me for days afterwards.
"I'm really sorry, Carl," Heather sighed. "I didn't do it to hurt you, I swear. I just...couldn't help myself. And now I'm totally addicted. Totally addicted to cock."
God, she was really playing the part of the slut in this whole role-playing fantasy thing. But I was ready to play along...
"J-j-just tell me more," I stuttered. "I want to hear every graphic detail of what these men did to you!"
She batted her eyelashes at me.
"I will, but like you promised...you have to eat my asshole and my pussy while I tell you."
I wasted no time peeling the latex panties off of her perfect teenage booty. The golden-tan cheeks of her ass were like magnificent globes, waiting for me to part them and discover what treasures lie inside.
I placed my hands on her ass cheeks and spread them apart. I leaned in close. The musky scent of her cunt hit me right in the face, making me feel drunk. I couldn't remember her pussy EVER smelling this sinfully nasty before! I took in a long deep breath, inhaling her natural stink. That slutty stench was putting me under a spell...
"That shit smells good, doesn't it?" Heather whispered.
"Uhm-hmm," I groaned.
"Good...now it EAT it! Eat my holes!"
I stared mesmerized at the oversized labia dangling between her thighs. I couldn't believe she was letting me look at it so closely...
BACK IN PARIS
Katrina was in the shower when Richard called and she listened to his message. Poor Richard she thought he was working so hard and here I am going to another party.
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Keywords: Heather?, to, the, Happened, Hell, What,