Unknown - Daughter in Heat

"Like what?"

"Jesus Christ, Jack, can't you do any thinking for yourself. Look around.

Pretend you have a pussy. Find something phallic or smooth and irregular."

"How about a light bulb?"

"Humm, you're on the right track, but if the fucker broke you could kiss that pussy goodbye.

I'm sure you'll think of something. I need to run. I want to make sure I'm home when Heather gets home from school. The crew won't be back until Thursday, but Sarah and I have a scene planned for her."

"That should be interesting."

"It should be. Sarah has agreed to let Heather see us doing our thing. That's a big step for Sarah, but I promised her I'd lure Heather into it if she'd get naked and let it all hang out. Heather is interested in Sarah and she has no idea we are sexually involved. If any chick can bring out the bisexual side of Heather, Sarah can. It should be interesting.

If all goes well, we'll be in a three-way lesbian lovefest and your daughter will be bloated with our piss by the time you get home."

"Fuck! An hour ago, I'd have never believed that was possible. Now, I expect it. God, what I wouldn't give for a picture of Heather slurping at Sarah Brewer's pissing pussy-or yours. Hell, any pussy. I never would have guessed something as disgusting as that would turn me on, but my dick has never been that hard, especially after two climaxes in the space of thirty minutes."

"You're not alone. It's even better for the pisser and better yet for the pissee once the pissee gets over the initial shock. After you drink a full bladder and don't get sick, you're hooked. I have Sarah so hooked on my piss that she'll take big chances in public places to keep me from wasting my piss in a toilet. She has gone down on me in a car, in a changing booth, under the table at restaurants, in elevators, in public parks, between racks of clothes, in parking lots-not Piggly Wiggly."

"Christ, and you've gotten away with this?"

"Hell no! She has been caught in the act many times. Once she starts, she can't stop. I give it to her slow so that she will get caught. That's why we do most of our shopping in Ft. Worth. Dallas isn't big enough for her.

Too many Dallas Cowboys fans know the cheerleaders on sight. She gets requests for autographs all the time, but that never happens in Ft. Worth. The fact that she spends most of her time in Dallas wearing her uniform hasn't occurred to her. You'd think Ft. Worth were in another state. Anyway, she feels relatively safe there and it's so convenient. A thirty minute drive and we're in a foreign land where anything goes."

"God, I love it! I gotta hand it to you, Sue. Winning over Sarah Brewer to the slut cause is worthy of a plaque at Texas Stadium. If they only knew."

"I'll take some Polaroids to hold you over. That'll give you something to jack off to. Look under your pillow. Stay away until after six. Seven will be better.

Remember to call regardless."

"Will do. I'll go shopping for a TV and VCR."

"Buy some blank tapes, lots of them. See you at seven, lover boy."

Heather sat through classes on Monday either remembering Friday and Saturday or thinking ahead to Thursday. She had a lot to think about and had no business being in school with her mind elsewhere. Fortunately, she took her last final exam on Friday and could coast the last three days. Still, the constant intrusions into her private thoughts were a nuisance and all the people made it impossible to masturbate. She never wanted to masturbate more in her life, and all she could do was rub her pussy on the seat.

Even that did not escape attention.

Penny Harper leaned across the aisle and whispered, "God, Heather, what's wrong with you? Can't you sit still? You look like you're trying to rub yourself off on your seat.

Guys are staring at you. Can't you tell? Did someone slip you a Spanish Fly or what?"

Heather slowed her squirming but couldn't stop completely even though she now saw that she had attracted half a dozen sets of eyes and two sets were trying to look up her skirt which had worked its way up her thighs almost to the crotch. She wished, now, that she hadn't impulsively flushed her panties after third period English. She wished she could close her legs. She wished Penny would butt out. She wished the seat had a rougher texture. She wished the teacher, Mrs. Vargas, would notice and say something, make her stand in a corner; or better yet, come up before the class and masturbate in the nude.

"Ummm, yes, wouldn't that be something." Heather smiled at the delicious thought.

Penny leaned in again to say, "God, Heather, why don't you just go ahead and frig off? You may as well. You look pathetic doing it that way." Penny waited until Mrs.

Vargas had her back to the class, then she reached to Heather's lap and pushed the hem of Heather's skirt up past the mound. Heather sucked a deep breath as Penny said, "I thought so-no panties.

God, you even shave your pussy. What a slut. Go ahead. Finger fuck it. I dare you. I double dare you. You're chicken."

Vargas faced the class again so Penny sat straight.

Heather's skirt remained where Penny moved it and now eight sets of eyes were straining to see the shaved and naked pussy between her parted legs.

Mrs. Vargas couldn't see the pussy, but she did take notice of all the heads turned to face Heather's lap. She moved over one aisle and now saw a bare lap.

She slowly moved three seats up that aisle and saw the bare pussy. Oddly, she didn't say anything. From five feet away, she looked directly at the shiny clit while droning on, then returned to the front of the class, still droning, leaving three times as many sets of eyes as before. Now, over half the class was looking and half of those could see pussy.

Penny leaned in again to say, "She knows.

She saw. She's giving you the go ahead. Do it, Heather. Come on, do it!"

Heather bit her lower lip, noted all the eager eyes on her, then let her left hand drift into her lap. At the first contact with her sensitive inner twat flesh, she was lost.

Her finger sought the hole and was lost, sucked into a steaming vortex. She fingered herself and now the whole class was watching.

Half were out of their seats or standing on seats. Vargas leaned back against her desk with her arms folded. Heather brought her other hand into play, widened her legs to the maximum, fucked herself hard with three fingers, rubbed her clit furiously, and finished herself off in less than a minute with a dramatic display of climactic ecstasy.

After the orgasm, a doozie, Heather lay in a sprawl with her hands resting on her seat at either hip, out of the way so everyone could see what she'd been playing with, and they all looked. Most came over to look, up close and personal. Heather knew she was screwed, busted, exposed for what she was-an exhibitionistic slut, a public masturbator, and a loud one, the worst kind.

They may as well get a good look. They did.

When Heather regained her senses, she sat straight, put her knees together, and tugged her skirt down. Vargas then came forward, told everyone to get back in their seats, then addressed herself to a blushing Heather, saying, "In all my years of teaching, I have never seen such a vulgar display by a female student.

I should report this, but since we're almost through for the year, I'm going to pretend I didn't see what I saw. If this happens again, I'll place your desk on top of my desk facing the class. If you want to exhibit yourself and put on a vulgar display, I'll see to it that no one needs to leave their seat.

Is that understood Miss Elton?"

"Yes, Mrs. Vargas."

"Good, now, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted… blah, blah, blah."

Penny leaned in to say, "God, Heather, that was so cool. You've got balls. Are you going to take her up on her offer? I dare you. I double dare you. We all do."