Date: Mon, 03 Jul 2000 10:39:04 CDT
From: C. Larkin <larkin47@hotmail.com>
Subject: Taking Heathers Temperature

"Taking Heather's Temperature"

By Chrissy Larkin

Monica moistened her dry lips with her tongue and placed her slightly
trembling hand on Heather's pale, white rear cheeks. Her fingers brushed the
warm skin and the barely visible, downy blonde hairs. Her thumb reached into
the crack and gently pulled the cheek to one side, exposing quite clearly
the rosy-brown wrinkled hole of her anus.

"Now relax dear, and you'll enjoy this," said Monica in a calm, quiet voice.

She lightly rubbed Vaseline on Heather's anal opening and then slowly
pressed the pencil's well-lubricated eraser-tip up against the hole. With
little effort the tip slid right in. Heather let out a small "OOooo" and
squirmed slightly as Monica continued to push the pencil until it was about
half-way in.

"Now, how does that feel, Heather?" asked Monica.

Heather turned her head slightly and replied, "Pretty cool, Mrs. Ramshaw."

"Just call me Monica," she gently reminded her young friend.

Once again, Monica felt her tongue go dry. Everything was proceeding as
planned, and she felt it hard to contain her excitement. She gazed down at
Heather's legs and noticed how her pink panties were stretched tautly at her
ankles and that she still had on her white sneaker socks, the ones with the
little bit of lace along the top edge.

Heather had just turned 18, but she looked more like 15. Her slightly plump
body and young fresh face were all that Monica had wished for when she
hatched her plan. It was just a month ago, at the end of the school year,
when Heather had come to work for Monica, helping her with some general
office chores for the home business. The first time she laid eyes on
Heather, she felt she was looking at someone from her distant past, a past
she had been waiting nearly 15 years to bring back to life.

Fifteen summers ago, at the age of 12, Monica had played doctor with her
younger friend down the street, and had been smitten by the eroticism of the
the game they played. She could still remember almost every detail of that
hot summer day, when she and Rachel, who was a year younger, began the game.
Birds chirped outside, flies buzzed against the window screen and the
soaring temperatures made the excuse of taking off one's clothes all the
more easy.

Being the older child, Monica had taken charge and after a few
preliminaries, went right to the most exciting part: taking the Rachel's
temperature. Offering no resistance, her friend readily pulled down her
underpants to her ankles and bent over the bed. Monica pressed the eraser
tip against the tiny pink hole and watched intently as the pencil slid in.
When she removed the pencil a moment later and sniffed, she breathed in that
unusual odor which was faintly pungent, but not overwhelming or dirty. Again
and again, Monica inserted the pencil, twirled it, then removed it, as
Rachel giggled and squirmed, clearly enjoying the forbidden pleasure.
Finally, overcome with excitement, Monica handed the pencil to Rachel and
asked her to do the same.

That hot day marked the beginning of a new era for Monica and Rachel. Over
the course of several weeks, the girls took turns taking each other's
temperature. Soon, other bodily explorations ensued, including the touching,
fingering and general tickling of each other's virgin, hairless labia's. But
for Monica, the highlight was always the moment when she pulled down
Rachel's pants to her ankles, had her bend over the bed, stretched her pale
cheeks apart and inserted the pencil. Rachel's round, soft rear, her
submissive posture with underpants rolled down to ankles, the faint, organic
smell on the pencil all merged into one erotic moment for Monica. Later,
when she learned how to masturbate, she realized there was a wonderful way
to release all that built up tension and excitement. But it was the thrill
and desire of the anal game, mingling together, that was burned deeply into
Monica's memory.

Several weeks later, Rachel left for vacation and the friendship drifted
apart, as so many do at that age. But Monica never forgot about what
happened. Now, almost 20 years later, she was on the brink of doing it all
over again. This time, with Heather.

For a moment, Monica's mind froze as a wave of guilt washed over. Heather
seemed so young, her ripe body so innocent. But quickly, the moment's
excitement expunged any feeling of guilt from Monica's mind. Heather
squirmed and sighed as Monica slowly pushed and pulled the pencil in and
out. The girl's round cheeks quivered slightly from the sensation.

"Okay, Heather. That was fun wasn't it? Now let's try a slightly larger
thermometer," cooed Monica in a soothing voice. Heather replied by nodding
her head, her blonde ponytail bobbing slightly.

Monica slowly removed the pencil and reached for a tapered candle and began
to lubricate it. Once again, she placed her hand on Heather's bottom and
stroked the large round cheeks a few times in an attempt to relax the
teenager. Just as she expected, there was little resistance when she
inserted it into Heather's rear. Still, the candle's diameter was several
times wider than the pencil and Heather gasped as Monica pushed it about
one-third the way in before stopping.

"Are you alright?" Monica asked.

"I'm okay, Mrs. Ramshaw -- I mean Monica. It's just that, well, the
sensation took me by surprise."

Monica waited a moment and once again stroked Heather's cheeks in an effort
to calm any jitters she may have had. It had taken Monica the better part of
a week to seduce Heather. She used very trick she knew to win the girl's
trust and to slowly work her way from being the girl's employer to become
her surrogate mother and friend. Heather seemed confused at first, but the
actual seduction was surprisingly simple. It was just a game, Monica
convinced her, where no will get hurt.

Monica leaned over and put her nose close to Heather's cheeks and smelled.
The aroma instantly created a sense of deja vu, putting her right back in
her own room with Rachel 15 years ago. She felt her knees slightly buckle as
the memory aroused her. She almost kissed Heather's buttocks out of thanks,
but held back at the last moment. Instead she began to slowly work the
candle in and out of the girl's now glistening orifice. Heather moaned
quietly at first and then again, but louder as Monica continued to glide the
candle in and out of her rear.

"You can touch yourself, if you like," softly coaxed Monica.

Heather didn't respond and it looked like nothing would happen. But then she
raised her hips slightly and slipped her hands underneath. Within in
seconds, her hips began to roll in unison with the moving candle. In a
minute or two, Heather's body began to shudder and Monica heard a smothered
groan come from where the girl had buried her head in the pillow.

As she watched the spasms of pleasure ripple across Heather's plump body,
Monica's plans began to change. She had intended to only go so far, to just
recreate that glorious moment in her past when she played doctor with
Rachel. Her only desire had been to make Heather submit to this one bit of
anal stimulation. But now lust, like a virus, quickly spread through Monica
and, without thinking, she did something totally unexpected.

Reaching down, she pulled Heather's panties off her ankles and put them
aside. Then she gently rolled the girl over on to her back. Heather's creamy
white thighs parted slightly, exposing a small tuft of soft, blonde pubic
hair. Gazing at the girl's face, she noticed how her blonde hair was matted
from sweat and her cheeks had flushed to a rosy pink hue. Across her
forehead, Monica could see creases where the small folds in the pillow had
pressed against Heather's forehead when she had pressed her head down during
the frenzy of the first climax. Heather stared at Monica with a feverish
look. Her eyes bulged with excitement and anticipation.

Monica unbuttoned Heather's shirt and unhooked the straps of her bra to
expose the softest, smoothest breasts she had ever seen, with nipples that
looked just like little cherries. Monica gently touched Heather's soft and
ripening body, thinking for a moment how Rachel must have looked like this
many years ago. With her other hand, she grasped the candle, still
protruding from Heather's Vaseline soaked rear, and twirled it. Heather's
face lit up and her cheeks flushed deeper.

"You like that, don't you," Monica queried.

Heather grinned and nodded. Almost instinctively, the teenager reached down
and pulled her knees up to her breasts, submissively exposing the most
tender parts of her body. As Monica continued twirling and plunging the
candle in and out of Heather, she leaned forward and placed her tongue
against the glistening red lips of her slit. Heather's body shuddered, but
she continued holding her knees up and her lovely thighs wide apart. Within
a minute, Heather's breathing turned more shallow as Monica's tongue worked
its way up and down the young girl's lovely slit. At the same time, Monica
continued to twist and shove the candle in and out of Heather's
vaseline-soaked hole.

"Oh my God!" exclaimed Heather in a shaking voice. "Oh my God. It feels so
good, Mrs. Ramshaw! Oh my God! Oh! Oh! Ooooohh!"

Heather's pelvis bucked up and down, causing the bed springs to squeak
loudly. Her movements, almost violent, made it hard for Monica to keep her
tongue squarely on Heather's inflamed clit.

"Oh Jesus! Oh fuck! That feels good! Yes, fuck me with the candle," Heather
began to shout. "Fuck me with it! Oh Jeeezzus! I love it! Oh more! more,
mmooorrre!"

Monica found herself almost blushing as she listened to Heather's guttural
cries of passion and dirty talk. Soon, Heather just moaned and panted,
finally letting go of her legs, which slid to the floor. Monica pulled her
head away from Heather's sex and looked up, her chin wet with the girl's
juices, and gazed at Heather, lying almost breathless on the bed. Her hair
was all askew and her  pale, moist skin, from her neck to her breasts, had
turned a deep red.

Monica glanced back down between Heather's legs and saw a trickle of liquid
ooze out from her vagina. Overcome with lust, Monica pulled off her own
shirt and bra, and began to rub her breast in Heather's juices, pressing her
pert nipple against Heather's clit. The teenager's body jerked from the new
sensation, and she sat up and looked with wonder as Monica continued rubbing
her nipples, all the while moaning softly.

With surprising strength, Heather put her arms around Monica and pulled her
up on to the bed. She kissed the woman passionately while wrapping her legs
around Monica's waist. Without thinking, Monica pulled off her pants and
soon both women were naked on the bed, legs and arms intertwined.

Suddenly Heather gasped and said "Oh my!"

"What's wrong," asked Monica.

"The candle just popped out of me," she answered with a giggle.

Monica smiled, but before she could say anything else, Heather turned her
awakened lust on to her mentor. She began to aggressively kiss and nip
Monica's breasts. Soon, the girl's hands clutched Monica between the legs
and her fingers slid quickly into the sopping slit. The sensation was an
unexpected jolt for Monica. She had not expected Heather to become so
active.

Before she could think what was happening, Heather had moved her head
between Monica's legs and began to awkwardly lick her slit. Monica reached
down and placed her hands on Heather's head, steadying the young girl's
eager tongue. Soon she got into a warm rhythm and Monica found herself
slipping into a plateau of passion and delight.

"OOoohh, that's lovely, Heather," moaned Monica. "Oh, oh, oh, ah, yes! Ah,
ah, aaahhhh!"

Finally, her own body shook as the ripples of pleasure turned into waves of
orgasmic ecstasy. Monica's head spun and she felt herself in some kind of
fog. The powerful climax that had gripped her body left her dazed. She
remembered looking up and seeing Heather with a wide grin, her eyes blazing.
Then she recalled the young girl flipping her body over onto her stomach,
again with such ease. Two hands pushed her legs apart and a finger began to
smear warm Vaseline over her rear orifice. She heard Heather say something
and then felt a piercing sensation as the girl roughly shoved the candle
into Monica's rectum.

Monica flinched and cried out.

"Sorry Mrs. Ramshaw, I mean Monica. I didn't mean to hurt you," Heather said
apologetically.

"It's okay, Heather. I just wasn't expecting you to...oh my" Monica's voice
trailed off as she felt Heather begin to twirl and plunge the candle in and
out of her rear. She closed her eyes and began to relax, letting the
wonderful sensation act as a tonic, sending her mind back to a warm summer
day many years ago. Monica reached under and began to rub her clit as
Heather rhythmically penetrated her with the candle. All she could do was
moan as the world of yesterday seemed to take over.

"Oh Rachel, that feels so good," murmured Monica. "You take my temperature
so well! It's divine!"

"Umm, Mrs. Ramshaw, why are you calling me Rachel," asked a perplexed
Heather.

"Don't stop, Rachel. It feeeels soooo good," gasped Monica, ignoring
Heather's query.

Outside, the birds chirped in the trees and the flies buzzed against the
window screen.

The End.

Comments are always welcome. Respond to Chrissy at <larkin47@hotmail.com>