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Subject: {ASSM} NEW The Haunting of Heather Ch. 2 by Couture (F/Ghost, MMF)
Date: Wed, 31 Oct 2001 17:10:05 -0500
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The Haunting of Heather Ch.2
by Pussy Kat
Couture@literotica.org

(F/Ghost, MMF)

Please do not read if under 18 years of age or 
offended by sexually explicit stories and situations.

I opened my eyes to the harsh light of the morning.  
'Oh god, I'm in the chair.  This means I'm either 
crazy or being haunted by Bill's dead wife.  I looked 
down to see the damage done to my body.  The burns 
from the wax had faded, and except for my hairless sex 
and the neck of the gourd sticking obscenely out of my 
opening, I was fine.  I reached my hand down and tried 
to pull out the ridged fruit, but I was no longer wet 
and the lining of my uterus threatened to tear.   
'Well, no help for it, if I'm going to get it out,' I 
thought as I licked my fingers and began to gently 
stroke my clit.  I brought my left hand down and began 
to gently push and pull on the neck of the gourd to 
cover it in my secretions.   

"Oh fuck!  The window!" I moaned.  I forgot the blinds 
were open on the window I sat in front of 
masturbating.  It was soon forgotten, as I felt the 
waves of pleasure that signaled an orgasm, begin to 
build.

"Aiiiiiiieeeeee" I cried, as suddenly my body was 
doused with ice cold water.  The shock sent my orgasm 
fleeing away into the harsh light of the sun.

"The Pussy will not touch her Mistress's cunt, without 
permission."

I broke down crying like a baby.  Olivia had remained 
through the night.  Secretly, I had hoped I was crazy.  
Crazy can be treated with drugs.  Haunted . . . what 
can you do to a ghost?

I watched in horror as the gourd twisted in my cunt, 
until the neck pointed down.  "Pussy, look in the 
window at the reflection of your cunt.  Who's the 
witch now?" she asked.

I looked at my reflection in silent revulsion.  The 
gourd looked like a wart-covered witch's nose sticking 
out of my cunt, which was complete with ears.  "The 
Pussy, looks like a witch, Mistress," I cried, as 
tears of humiliation filled my eyes.

"The Pussy will remove her little witch's nose and 
clean it."

I wrapped my fingers around the neck of the gourd and 
pulled.  "Ughh . . . " I groaned as it stretched me 
wide.  Each tiny knot, sent shock waves of pleasure 
through my body as it slowly slid out.  Finally, I 
reached the widest part of the gourd, and it came out 
with a pop.

I looked around for something to clean my juices off 
the gourd.

"Pussies clean with their mouths."

I looked stared and my wet juices covering the gourd 
and watched as my tears dropped and splattered off the 
surface.  Tentatively, I began licking my juices off 
the yellow- green fruit.  I wrinkled my face with 
distaste.  

"Does the Pussy like the taste of her cunt?"

"No (sob) Mistress, the (sniff) Pussy hates it."

"Don't worry.  The Pussy will come to love it . . . in 
time."  Olivia said, as I finished licking off my 
juices.  "The Pussy will put the gourd in her mouth."

Suddenly, I felt my nipples pinched painfully again 
and I dragged over the dining room table.

"The Pussy will return her little friend," she said.

I opened my mouth and dropped the gourd back in the 
bowl.

"Here, we must set it in right," she said, as the neck 
of the gourd was erected in the bowl like an erect 
penis.  "I'll bet you never look at this bowl of 
autumn gourds the same way again," she laughed 
hysterically.

Then my nipples were grabbed cruelly again, and I was 
led into the kitchen, where she had me kneel on the 
floor.

I felt her stroking my hair.  "Is the Pussy thirsty?" 
she asked.

"Yes Mistress, the Pussy is thirsty." I replied, 
licking my chapped lips.

A bowl floated down to the floor, then it was filled 
by a milk carton that did the same.  Oh God!  She 
can't expect me to . . .

"The Pussy knows what to do."

I can't believe I'm doing this, I thought as I felt a 
warm flush travel from my face to my chest.  I bent 
down and began slurping from the bowl.  Smack!  My ass 
stung from the sharp blow to my bottom.

"Pussies lap!" Olivia demanded.
I tried to lap from the bowl and I can tell you this 
much, cats make it look easy.  My long dark hair fell 
into the bowl and then got in my mouth as I tried to 
lap up the milk.  Soon my whole face was covered in 
the white liquid, as I noisily scooped the liquid with 
my tongue.


I felt her icy hands travel down my back and begin 
caressing my bottom and the folds of my sex.  My hips 
began to gyrate, in search of her touch.  What a slut 
I've become in just one night, I thought as my body 
betrayed me once again.

I finished the last of the milk, as I snaked my tongue 
out to lick up the last remaining drops.

"The Pussy will crawl to the bathroom and get ready 
for work.  She has a busy day in store."

Dear God, what does she intend with me!  Is there 
nothing she won't do?

I began the journey to the bathroom on my hands and 
knees, but she stopped me.  With great deliberation, 
she taught me how I was to move.  Soon, I sauntered to 
the bathroom, my ass held in the air, rotated my 
shoulders with each step of my arms.  I was the Pussy.

I was allowed to shower and then the Mistress made my 
face up for me.  She had applied a lot of eyeshadow 
and mascara, emphasized my cheekbones.  I looked 
almost elvin in appearance.  She also applied blush to 
my nipples and the lips of my sex.  This sexy creature 
in the mirror couldn't be me, could it?

My Mistress to my full mirror in the bedroom and 
instructed me. "The Pussy will stand in front of the 
mirror, with her arms at her sides and fingers 
straight."

I stood as instructed, yet yearning to cover my very 
aroused sex from her gaze.  

"The Pussy will throw all her underclothes except for 
stay-ups and stockings in the incinerator.  All pants 
and shorts will be burned.  Every dress that goes 
below her fingertips, will be destroyed as well.   The 
Pussy will pick something to wear from what's left."

I cried, as I gathered up my belonging and dumped them 
into the incinerator.  Not only did I cry for the 
money that I had spent, but the knowledge that I only 
had two skirts that would meet her requirements.  One 
was a party dress, and the other a skirt that I 
received as a gift, that was much to short for my 
tastes.  

I followed her instructions, and stood looking at 
myself in the mirror.  I would have to be careful, but 
unless I bent over I would be okay.  But, when I sat 
down, the top of my stay-ups would be visible.  Anyone 
who watched me move would know that I wasn't wearing a 
bra either.  People were very conservative at work, 
and I would stick out like a sore thumb.

"The Pussy looks very nice.  However, the Mistress 
requires one more thing.  On her way to work, the 
Pussy will ask someone she doesn't know, to give her a 
lesson on how to give a proper blowjob.  Mistress will 
be satisfied, when the Pussy follows all her lessons."

"Please Mistress," I begged.  "Please don't make me do 
that."

"If the Pussy isn't going to choose, then the Mistress 
will choose for her." A button popped off the top of 
my blouse.  "Decide now, while you still have some 
buttons left."

I panicked, but thinking quickly I picked up my 
address book.  It was flung from my hands.  

"Someone she doesn't know," she reminded me, popping 
off another button.

I grabbed my purse and fled into the hall.  I 
remembered there were two fairly attractive college 
boys, who lived down the hall.  I knocked on the door.  
What will I tell him? I thought as I tried to think up 
a plausible lie.
I knocked again.  Please be home, please be home.

The door opened, from the tussled hair and puffy eyes 
of the boy standing at the door, I must have just 
woken him.  "What do you want?" he mummered.

"Hi, my name is Heather.  I don't know if you have 
seen me, but I live down the hall." I said sticking 
out my hand.

"Keith," he replied, yawning and rubbing the sleep 
from his eyes.  He blinked, as he saw my hand, then 
shook it.

"Keith, I have something to ask you and it is ah-
terribly embarrassing.  See I think my er-boyfriend is 
seeing someone else.  One of the things he told me was 
that ah-well-he er-said,"  by now I was blushing 
furiously and my eyes had started to wiggle back and 
forth involuntarily.  "He said, that I didn't know how 
to give a . . . proper blow-job."

Oh god!  I said it.  There was no taking it back now.  
I felt my nipples harden as he looked me up and down.  
"I was wondering if . . . if er-you would show me how, 
before I ah . . . surprise him today at work.  Maybe 
he will stop seeing that other girl then."

He stuck his head out the door and looked both 
directions.  I guess he thought it was some sort of 
set-up.  "Let me get this straight Heather.  You want 
to give me a blow-job for free, while I tell you how 
to do it."

"Yes," I said shyly, dropping my gaze to his boxers, 
which had started to tent.

He grinned broadly, "Sure baby, come on in!"

He took off his boxers and sat down on the sofa.  
"Kneel down between my legs Heather, and let's get 
those pretty breasts out of there," he said, as he 
guided me down between his thighs and unbuttoned my 
blouse so that my breasts spilled out.

"Okay, now first start slowly and begin licking and 
kissing my cock.  Oh yeah!  That's real nice, make 
sure you lick every part of it."  

I began bathing his organ with my lips and tongue.  He 
was slightly musky, since he hadn't had a shower, but 
it was a nice manly scent.

"Don't forget my balls, most women always forget the 
balls."

I licked his hairy sack, eliciting groans of pleasure 
from him.  I could feel my own secretions running down 
my thighs.

"Mmmmm, that's real good Heather.  You are going to 
make a damn fine cock-sucker yet.  Now make your mouth 
into a little O and place it over the head of my dick. 
Stick it in your mouth, just below the head.  Ahhh, 
good girl, go up and down a few times then lick it 
like a lollipop."

I did as he instructed and he moaned, while he pulled 
my hair out of the way.  "That's my girl Heather.  
Now, you are going to learn how to really please a 
man."

I thought I already knew how to please a man, but 
before whenever I had sucked on a man's cock, it was 
for foreplay.  To get him ready for the sex that 
followed.  This was so much different than that.  Now, 
I was pleasing this boy, just for the sake of his 
pleasure, not my own.

"Okay Heather, take one hand and grip the base of my 
cock and hold my balls with the other.  Easy there 
girl, don't hold my balls so hard!  Now take as much 
of my shaft into your mouth as you can.  When you do, 
turn your head as you do so, then twist your hand on 
my shaft in the opposite direction."

I began to go down on his shaft, as far as I could 
take it.  I sucked him and began the twisting motion 
with my hands.  He thrust up into my mouth in 
apprecitation.  "Don't suck so hard Heather, that's a 
girl.  Play with my balls now."

"Gently, gently.  I want you to make some noise now, 
moan into my dick, so that I can feel your mouth 
vibrate.  Go ahead and be messy, I want your slobber 
all over my dick."

Ewww, I thought as I began to allow my slobber to leak 
from my mouth down his shaft.  I moaned into his 
crotch, which was easy considering how turned on I 
was.

"Oh goddamn, you are a quick learner.  Your boyfriend 
is going to bust a nut, when you go down on him!"

I was diligently pleasuring him, when I heard another 
voice in the room.  "Where the fuck did she come from, 
Keith!" said the female voice.

I tried to pull up, but he held me firmly to his 
crotch, by the back of my head.  I tried, to say let 
me up, but all that came out was, "Hmmmphhff-
Hummmpppf." 

"You are not going to believe this Ashely, but this 
lady from down the hall came over here this morning 
and asked if I would teach her how to give a blowjob."

"Come on Heather, you are falling down on the job 
there," he said, turning his attention back to me, as 
he pulled my head up and down on his crotch by my 
hair.

"Evidently, her boyfriend said she sucked, and I don't 
mean the good way, so she wanted a free lesson.  Hah, 
hah."
 
"You're kidding me," said Ashley.  It sounded like she 
was right behind me.

"Does it look like it?"  

I fell back into the motion of sucking his cock.  
Having an audience, while I was instructed on how to 
suck cock, wasn't in my plans.  However, it appeared 
my only way out of this fix, was the make Keith cum.

"Her cunt looks like it is shaved, I think the slut 
already knows how to suck dick.  Wait, wait, it does 
look like she has some hair."  I felt her raising my 
skirt over my hips.  

Oh god!  Please don't let her find out.

"She seems to have trimmed it in the shape of a . . ."

<Smack Smack Smack>  Ashely began slapping my thighs.  
"Come on girl let me see what you are hiding."  <Smack 
Smack Smack>

Her spanks hurt, and were beginning to hurt badly.  To 
satisfy her, I spread my legs and rotated my hips so 
she could see my sex.

"Awwww, it's a pussy cat.  Why Heather has a widdle 
pussy on her pussy, how sweet."  I was so embarrassed, 
I could have died.  I could tell Ashely thought I was 
some kind of slut.

Then the young girl sat right beside of me, her face 
only a foot from mine, staring at me, while I 
performed oral sex on Keith.   I tried to turn away 
from her, because she was making me nervous.  This 
only served to make her more determined, as she 
grabbed chin and forced me to face her while I 
continued to suck Keith.

Keith began to plunge my head rapidly up and down his 
rock hard shaft.  I felt his cock begin to twitch as 
his ball tightened up.   He pulled my mouth off his 
cock, yet a stream of my saliva still connected it to 
my lips.

"Have you ever deep-throated anyone Heather?" He 
asked.

"No."  I didn't know what to expect, but I found out 
quickly.  He said "Time to learn!" and then stood up 
and pushed his cock in my mouth, until it hit the back 
of my throat.  My eyes bulged and I felt like gagging.  
I looked at Ashely and she looked back at my distress 
with genuine sympathy.

"Guys are all the same Pussy, you can give the best 
blowjob in the world, but to them all they are really 
interested in, is fucking your mouth."

"Poor little *Pussy*," she said wiping a tear from my 
eye.  "Just relax, pretend like you are swallowing a 
hotdog and be sure not to bite."  She said as she 
tilted my head back and began rubbing her hand down my 
neck, with strokes from my chin to my adam's apple.  
"Just relax.  That's it, that's my Pussy,"  she cooed.

She just called me Pussy, only Olivia had called me by 
that name.  Could it be?  "Urr?" I tried to voice my 
question around the flesh, stretching my lips.

Suddenly, I felt something give and then his cock was 
in my throat.   Oh fuck!  The hard flesh was now 
lodged deeply in my throat.  I began to panic, from 
lack of oxygen.  Thankfully, he pulled out and I 
gasped a ragged breath before he plunged back in 
again.  

"What the fuck is going on in here?" Someone else 
shouted.  Damn, just what I need, a bigger audience!

"Your neighbor came over to learn how to suck dick!"  
Ashely said.  "Your roommate is tickling her tonsils 
right now."

Then she bent down and whispered in my ear. "It looks 
like he's about to cum, Pussy.  Be sure to squeeze his 
balls, when he does.  Stick your finger up his ass, 
he'll like that, but he won't admit it."

Keith was oblivious to everyone.  He was fucking my 
mouth with long strokes, while slobber hung in long 
strands from my lips.  

"Ugh . . . Ugh . . . cumming!" he cried.  I felt his 
balls tighten and I began to squeeze them.  I felt his 
hot cum shooting into my throat, as I snuck a finger 
in his ass.  I could feel his cum squirting into the 
back of my throat, then filling my mouth.  "Keep 
swallowing slut, suck it all down."

I didn't enjoy the alkaline taste that somehow seemed 
to overwhelm my taste buds from my nose to my throat.

Finally, I felt his member soften in my mouth.  "Clean 
him," Ashely said as Keith pulled it out of my mouth 
with a soft pop.

"Damn, I can't believe she's doing that!" said Keith's 
roommate, sitting next to Ashely and watching me clean 
the stray bits of cum out of Keith's pubic hair with 
my tongue.  

"She's so hot isn't she?" Ashely asked Paul, while she 
stroked his cock through his shorts.

"Yeah, let's go back to the bedroom baby, this slut 
has turned me on," Paul said, tugging Ashely's hand 
towards the bedroom.

"Come on Paul, it would be a real shame for the Pussy 
to miss out on another lesson." 

Paul's eyes grew wide with shock. "You wouldn't be 
jealous?"  Paul asked incredulously, while Ashely 
freed his swollen organ from his shorts.  

"Not as long as we share her.  Lay down on the floor 
Paul, while I help the Pussy get more comfortable."  
Ashely came around behind me and pressed herself 
tightly against me and began running her hands all 
over my body.  

I was so turned on from all the teasing and the 
blowjob, I responded to her touch and pressed back 
against her, while she stripped me of my clothes.  
Then she walked me over to Paul's prone naked body and 
sat down on his pelvis.  His penis stood out from her 
crotch and Paul wasn't even visible.  I was a bizarre 
sight.

Then, Ashely pulled me down until I was level with the 
cock.  "God, I've always wanted to know how it feels, 
to get my cock sucked," she said, running her fingers 
through my hair and between my lips.

"Come on Pussy, show me how well you learned to suck 
cock."  Ashely lewdly wangled the penis in front of my 
face as if it were hers. 

I moved forward to begin licking the hard organ, as I 
had been instructed earlier.  <Slap! Slap!> She 
slapped my face with his cock!  I looked up at her in 
anger, but she sat there smiling at my.  "Go on Pussy, 
what are you waiting for?  Don't forget, I know how 
much you like a good dickin," she taunted me.  

 "Come and get it slut," she said while she wiggled it 
in my face.  This time I tried to capture the head in 
my mouth, while staying far enough away not to get 
dick whipped.  Then, at the last minute, she snatched 
it away from my questing mouth.  "Whoops!  Too slow.  
It's over here now."  She humiliated me further, by 
making me chase the head of her Paul's dick.  

I looked up at her helplessly, my eyes begging her to 
stop this endless teasing.  She was a very pretty 
girl, her blonde mussed hair only served to make her 
sexier and her body had the supple tightness only 
youth can provide.  Tears of frustration began to 
build up in my eyes, when I thought of how this young 
college girl, was making me, a woman ten years her 
senior, chase a cock with my mouth.

"Oh, don't cry Heather.  I'm sorry for teasing you.  
Here, I won't move it this time, I promise."

As I moved to suck the cock once again, she suddenly 
raised her hips and sat down on his cock, right as I 
moved my face forward to kiss it.   Instead, I ended 
up with my mouth buried in her light brown hair of her 
moist sex.  I jerked back and looked up at her in 
shock!

"Oh, don't look so mad.  I said I wouldn't move it and 
I didn't.  He is *my* boyfriend after all, but I know 
that doesn't matter to you.  *Does it Pussy*?" she 
said, rocking her hips on her lover.  

Dear god! Somehow . . . someway, that isn't Ashely 
anymore.  The voice sounds too cultured and she was 
calling me by my new name, *Pussy*.  Then there was 
the veiled reference to Bill.  Yes, it does matter 
Olivia, I'll never do it again!

"I'm sorry, I'm not *sharing* very well, am I?  Okay 
Pussy, it's all yours now." Ashely got off the cock, 
then sat back on his pelvis again and pointed the now 
soaked cock at my face.

Dear god!  It was covered in her juices.  Does she 
expect me to suck it now?  I looked up in horror.

"Don't look so shocked.  You've done this before, just 
not as openly," Ashely said, as she looked at me 
condescendingly.  

I looked up and saw that everyone was looking at me 
intently, waiting for me to perform.  Well, she is 
right.  I've already shared Bill with her, what is the 
difference.   I reasoned, as I began cleaning the 
musky juices from the swollen organ.  Yuck!  I can't 
believe I'm doing something as disgusting as cleaning 
her juices from a cock.

She pressed the top of his cock against her belly, 
causing the shaft to sink halfway into the cleft of 
her sex.  "Come on baby, lick that cock real good," 
she said, as she ground her pussy against her lover's 
hard shaft.  I began to lick at the underside of 
Paul's cock, however my attention was focused on 
something else.  I tried to only look at the bulging 
organ, but the scent of Ashely's arousal, the sound of 
her lips wetly smacking, and the mere fact that I was 
only a fraction away from a woman's sex . . . from sin 
captured my mind.

I could imagine how I must look to everyone.  I must 
seem like such a slut to them.  I couldn't blame 
Olivia, she was giving the slut who stole her husband 
her just desserts.

"Don't forget the sides," she said looking down at me.  

That was what she said, but I knew what she meant.  
There was no way to lick the sides of his cock without 
also licking her sex.  It won't kill me if I touch her 
pussy, I reasoned.  I have probably tasted her on Bill 
anyway, I thought as I began to lick at the sides of 
his cock, allowing my tongue to touch her lips.  "Mmmm 
Pussy, your tongue is so soft," she moaned.  

I closed my eyes and began vigorously licking up and 
down.  Licking him, licking her, licking and 
pleasuring them both.  Suddenly, I noticed my tongue 
no longer touched hardness, there remained only silky 
softness.  I kept my eyes closed, I couldn't bear the 
thought of consciously licking another woman, much 
less that witch Olivia.  No, no, it's not Olivia, it's 
Ashely, I tried to tell myself.

"Oh baby, the clit.  Suck my clit, Pussy.  You've got 
me so hot baby, I'm going to cum and cum," Ashely 
moaned as she spread her labia wide for me.

I'm doing it, I'm licking another girl.  I'm servicing 
the wife of my lover, I thought as I began to kiss her 
tiny nubbin.  Ashely raised up and then sat down on 
Paul's cock, riding him, as I pleasured her.  I heard 
screaming and moaning, I sucked at Ashely's clit, as 
if it were a real cock.  I sucked it into my mouth and 
pretended to deep-thoat it.  I stuck my finger in 
Paul's ass, causing him to buck his hips and spread 
his legs for me.  I was the Pussy, the pleasure giver.  
I knew my role and I enjoyed it.  I noticed that 
Ashely's pussy had taken on a new bitter flavor. Paul 
must have cum.

I opened my eyes and noticed a motion beside of me, it 
was Keith masturbating.  Suddenly, his penis erupted 
and ropes of creamy cum began to cover my face.  I 
opened my mouth to take his organ, but it was too 
late.  I was disappointed, I was as hot as a 
firecracker, I desperately needed to cum.

Ashely, looked down at my cum covered face and smiled.  
She tugged at my hip, motioning me to lie down on my 
back.  I knew where this was leading, but I didn't 
care.  Please Mistress, just let the Pussy cum!

As I laid down on my back, she lay down on top of me.  
I hungrily licked both her and Paul's juices from her 
leaking quim.  She licked me, pleasing me as no other.  
She touched every part, just right.  "Lick me . . . oh 
please, let the Pussy cum.  Ahhh, the Pussy needs to 
cum so bad!" I cried as she drove me delirious with 
her soft tongue.  

"Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuck!  The Pussy is cumming!" I 
shouted, as fell under the onslaught of a massive 
orgasm.  I sucked at her pussy to drink the remainder 
of her precious nectar.  

"I told you, you would come to love it!" Ashely said 
proudly.

Suddenly I felt another wave crest. "Aie!  Aie!" I 
cried as, my tight nether hole was penetrated by 
Ashely's questing finger.

"Mmmm.  Glorious pleasure.  Oh, my little Pussy has 
pleased me so much.  You've given me more pleasure in 
one day, than the Coward did in 10 years."

"Oh Fuck, here it comes Mistress . . . another!"  I 
cried, as Ashely drove me to another climax.  All I 
can remember were more wonderful climaxes and then 
everything fading to black.

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