"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.
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