Storiesonline.net ------- Heather and her Adventures by Ramapo Copyright© 2002 by Ramapo ------- Description: Ramapo writes: "I began these stories while on business trips years ago, using a laptop on planes and in the hotel at night to fill time. I have no real idea why I suddenly started writing erotic stories, since at the time I had been writing a series of Sherlock Holmes stories, which are as chaste as you can get. There is now quite a bit of "Heather" and her activities, but I wrote most of them in several very long narratives, so I am breaking them down into smaller chunks for the A.S.S. gang, hopefully choosing logical break points. To my knowledge, they are primarily [F/F], al Codes: FF ff ------- ------- Introduction to the Heather Series: I began these stories while on business trips years ago, using a laptop on planes and in the hotel at night to fill time. I have no real idea why I suddenly started writing erotic stories, since at the time I had been writing a series of Sherlock Holmes stories, which are as chaste as you can get. There is now quite a bit of "Heather" and her activities, but I wrote most of them in several very long narratives, so I am breaking them down into smaller chunks for the A.S.S. gang, hopefully choosing logical break points. To my knowledge, they are primarily [F/F], always consenting, with occasional light bondage, dom, anal, and lots of good healthy masturbation. Being a guy, I hope I've gotten the sex reasonable close. If not, any constructive comments should be posted to alt.sex.stories.d or sent to my id. I will respond. For the women readers, if you enjoy these, or could enjoy them more with certain changes, let me know what I should put in to help you along. Heather is unlikely to turn into a Dominatrix, or become a serious submissive, yet such changes in erotic and sexual tastes do occur in people as they mature, so Heather might surprise us some day. Yes, I know I've given Heather a body that borders of the absurd, but, heck, all these things do exist in nature, so I just loaded her up to make things interesting. It IS a guy's fantasies here. I hope my women readers will allow for that. And finally, yes, I know you aren't going to find any lectures on safe sex, VD, AID's, etc within the text. These characters live in a world where those things aren't a problem, people take baths, showers, and are clean in their habits. We should be so lucky. So, PRACTICE SAFE SEX! There. Now get out your toys, get your sticky fingers off the keyboard and mouse, and enjoy... (I hope) ------- Chapter 1 Well, it wouldn't be long now, Heather thought. She pulled the towel out from around her and stood in front of the long mirror on the wall. To say she was stunning was an understatement. Long dark hair with a body perm spilled over her shoulders and half way down her back. Thick and full, as it brushed her skin, she could feel her arousal starting just from its feel on her back. She had one of those body types that some would argue was too skinny, but slight was a better word. Her thinness did all the more to show off her very large, full breasts. High breasted, with nipples that stood out even when not aroused, tonight, they were beginning to extend at the mere thought of Janet coming over for the night. Her breasts were even more remarkable in that there was still not the slightest hint of sag, in spite of their size. Usually she dressed to tone down her shape, but tonight, she wanted Janet to notice her tits. God, did she ever want Janet. She scanned down over a flat, hard belly to the dark, thick pubic hair that covered her cunt. It lay in a mat and she idly ran her fingers through it to pull it out to it's fullest. It was as thick as her hair and continued between her legs and when she walked without panties on, she could feel it brush between her legs and it always excited her. God, everything excited her. Since she was fifteen years old, she found out that practically anything touching her skin was enough arouse her. The first time she had an orgasm was walking to high school with her first pair of pantyhose on. The friction between her legs as she walked on that cold winter day set her clit tingling. It rose, as it always did, and tried to poke out between her cunt lips but was stopped by the nylon fabric. Already wet, it rubbed gently against the fabric, giving her what felt like tiny electric shocks each time a leg swung forward. At the end of three blocks, she was breathing hard and could feel her nipples tight against the bra strapping down her now swollen breasts. In the middle of the street, it hit her and she almost passed out as the orgasm started between her legs and passed up her body. She grabbed the light pole next to her just in time as a second orgasm ripped through her, more powerful than the first. Out of breath, she let her head clear and realized what had just happened. And frankly, loved it! By the time she got to school, she had three more and had to go to the girls room to dry herself. From that moment on, she had found that many things could bring her to orgasm. She experimented over every part of her body and spent many a night in her room while studying, rubbing this or that to see what effect it had. One night, as she wrote out a homework assignment, her thumb and index finger on the other hand had idly slipped inside her blouse and began rubbing her nipple. Since her breasts had begun to swell, her nipples always felt as though they were connected to her clit with an electric wire. A couple of good squeezes and she got wet. A few more and her clit extended. A few more and she was breathing hard and within a minute, she came. That night, she wasn't really aware that she was feeling herself up until she stopped writing for a moment and realized she was hot and getting more worked up by the moment. As her fingers tightened on her tit, the sparks began to fly and she began to grunt slightly as the waves of pleasure began to hit her full force. A moment later her back straightened and then curved back and she pulled the blouse from her shoulders to expose her breasts to the coolness of the room. The other nipple hardened immediately and she traded hands and began pulling on both of the nipples, teasing them up to even greater lengths. This night they never stood any taller and were extended almost two inches, like small penises. She pulled them straight out and twisted them back and forth. Her orgasm hit in a wave and passed through her cunt and belly. She slumped forward on the desk. As usual, the next day she got an A on the test. It never hurts to be fully relaxed! And was she ever. Boys, well, they never noticed her much, amazingly. She was not a good dresser at this point in her life, not having any sisters for an example, and would never quite mastered makeup until college when a friend, Betty, who was a genus at it, showed her how to select what was right for her and how to put it on. Betty, was quiet girl from a nice town somewhere in the mid-west who came to college to find a husband. Basically a plain person with a nice face and very slim figure, she was inexperienced, to say the least. While putting on makeup, they started talking about boys and sex and soon Heather discovered that Betty never masturbated. It was amazing to her. They worked on the makeup and soon Heather had to admit that the effect was pretty impressive. They were having such a good time that she suggested they share the room that night, since Heather's roommate had flunked out. Betty was enthusiastic and went to get some things. Heather left the makeup on and slipped on a French cut nighty that she had bought on a bet before she left home. It lifted her already jutting breasts even more and held them on a platform of sensuous lace. The nipples were just barely covered and were pushing at the material. Heather could feel her breath tighten as the door opened and Betty came back in. She stood looking at Heather and said "God, you're beautiful. Stunning is the word." Heather blushed at the compliment and went over to lock the door. Betty couldn't take her eyes off her. A bottle of wine appeared and they began to take up where they had left off, talking about boys and sex. Particularly about sex. Betty changed into a two piece nighty with a G-string bottom. Her own slight figure had trouble filling the top. Her bottom was tight and when she leaned over to pick up her clothes, a pink asshole presented itself to Heather, who had a sudden urge to lick it. She had never touched another girl there, but the urge was strong and surprised her. Betty kept looking at Heather's breasts and finally said. "You've got the best boobs I've ever seen. The nipples are so red and long. The guys must be all over you on dates." She wet her lips as she said this. "I rarely date. Most guys never notice me. I have trouble getting their attention and keep to myself pretty much." And beside, she thought, it's always the girls who get me hot and bothered anyway. I guess I'm bi, maybe even a lesbian. The thought wasn't disturbing to her. She just accepted that it was who she was. Her Mom and Dad had never said anything to her, other than she ought to get out more. She wondered if they knew. Of course they knew. Parents are either completely blind, or they don't miss a trick. Her's never missed anything, as she knew. Yes, they knew. God, Betty's ass looks good in that outfit. The wine was disappearing and now Heather suddenly said. "I can't believe you've never masturbated." "It's always scared me. I get all hot and start feeling like I need to make noises and then I get afraid that someone will hear and I just lay there until the feeling goes away. I just think about something else." Her eyes were on Heather's bushy cunt. "Well, we're here alone and everyone else on the floor all around me either flunked out or is home for the weekend. Want to give it a try, I mean, just between friends? You can moan all you want!" She moved over to Betty and sat next to her on the bunk. Betty just looked at her and finally her eyes fell to Heather's breasts. "You can touch them if you want." Heather said softly. Betty looked up, startled. "I..." "It's OK. I've watched you looking at them all night. I wanted you to. You don't think its weird or anything to want to touch other people, do you? I certainly don't think it's wrong to get hot for someone once in a while." Betty drank her wine, her eyes on Heathers protruding nipples, finally putting it down. "Would you show me how you masturbate?" Heather was already doing it. A finger was slowly moving over her nipple, teasing it. It already was up three quarters of an inch and rising. Betty stared, her eyes round with amazement. A gently squeeze and pull and it was out past an inch. "God, that's beautiful, and amazing. Mine are so small." She breathed, her eyes hard on the tit. She moved a little closer and Heather began to stroke Betty's hair with her free hand. The nipple stretched further and poked out past the finger and thumb that were rolling it back and forth slowly. Her breathing was deepening and her lips were open. Her eyes were closing has the sensations washed over her. Betty moved her head down a little closer and Heather moved her head back and moaned softly. Betty said, "I want to touch it." A hand moved up slowly and touched the tip of the still extending nipple. Now almost full length, it extended almost two inches. Heather shivered and moaned again. Betty looked in her face and stroked the tip of the nipple again. Heather sighed and her hand began to move down Betty's neck and across the shoulder, brushing the nighty strap off the shoulder. Betty's skin felt hot and her own small pink nipples hardened like pebbles. Heather's fingers traced the outline of her shoulder and the nighty fell away, exposing a small breast the size of a half orange with a turgid nipple. Her finger went lower and Betty shuddered and closed her eyes. At the touch of the first finger nail, she groaned and the finger tightened around the nipple and she felt an almost electric spark between her legs. The fingers were rolling the nipple back and forth and pulling on it gently. Betty always stopped at this point when she did this to herself, so from this point on, she was in uncharted territory. Her body was talking a language of pleasure she had never experienced and she felt herself sliding down into a warm pool of tingles and fire. So this is lust, she thought. In spite of the massive reaction her body was having to this excitement, she continued to touch Heather's nipple and finally reached over and began to stroke the other breast, bringing it's nipple to life with her fingers. It seemed so natural as she leaned over and took the now long nipple into her mouth and ran her tongue over it. It extended right out into the top of her mouth and she felt a wave of heat in her mouth. Her own nipples were hard and now Heather was beginning the pant. "I'm going to come. Oh, God, that's good. Oh, Oh, Ungh, Unch, Unnnnnnnnnnnn." She started to shake and came hard. Betty pulled her head away and watched. Her own body was shaking and Heather's hand pulled away as she came. Betty had never heard of anyone being able to come simply from having their nipples sucked and she was surprised and very, very excited by it. Heather put her head down and said, "Let's do you, babe." And starting sucking on Betty's tit. Betty groaned and groaned. "Shit. Crap. Oh, shit. Suck it. Oh, suck it." She was on fire. Heather pushed her on her back and kept sucking, moving from one tit to the other. Her own excitement grew again. Betty began tossing her hips and moving her head from side to side. Heather slipped a finger under Betty's G-string and began to stroke the pubic hair. The smell of hot cunt filled the room and Betty began to cry out. A finger slipped inside the inner fold and found the turgid clit. As soon as it brushed by, Betty arched up off the bed and came, groaning loudly and grunting as the waves of pleasure gripped her stomach and interrupted her breathing. Heather slipped a finger inside her own cunt and came again as well. They lay in each other's arms for a long time and finally Betty said. "So that's what an orgasm feels like. I've wanted it for a long time. But I always assumed it would be with a boy." "Are you disappointed?" "I don't think so. It felt great. Really great." Her hand was slowing tracing Heather's breasts again and she closed her eyes, feeling the long nipple come up in her hand. "You get so incredibly long, isn't that uncomfortable?" "Sometimes, but other times, I cut holes in my bra and let them rub on a particularly sexy fabric and it feels wonderful." They stood up. Heather had another surprise for Betty. "If you think they get long, you should see my clit. I could probably fuck you with it if we tried hard enough!" Betty sat up. "Let me see." Heather smiled and sat up. "Sit on the floor." Betty pulled a throw rug over and put a pillow under her ass and stared between Heather's legs. She was wet from her orgasms and the outer lips were still swollen, exposing the inner lips. As Heather began to run her hands lightly around her nipples and the top of her cunt, her clitoris began to extend and poke out. Betty leaned closer. It came out, finally, almost three quite incredible inches of it. Heather ran a finger slowly over it's length and felt a massive orgasm building. She was having difficulty breathing or concentrating. "I'm going to come," she mumbled, groaning deep in her throat. "No, wait, I'm going to suck you off." Betty moved Heather's hand away, amazed at herself even as she said it. It was true. She felt she NEEDED to feel that unusual and erotic member deep in her throat at that moment, more than anything she had ever wanted. She leaned forward and took the tip in her mouth. Heather jerked and gasped. Betty leaned further forward and slowly took the length into her mouth. The taste of another woman was exciting and she finally had her nose buried inside her cunt. She ran her tongue over its length and began to suck. Heather shuddered and climaxed. Her hips were thrusting off the bed as she leaned back and grunted, over and over. The clit grew slightly more firm and was poking Betty in the back of the throat. Heather yelled out as she climaxed again. A flood of cunt juice was pouring out of Heather and down Betty's throat. Finally, with a last gentle lick, she pulled back and licked her lips. She had just gone down on another woman and found the experience delightful. Even as she thought it, she was amazed at herself the more. Heather fell back on the bed and whispered, "I have to rest." Betty stroked her own small clitoris and within seconds, her back started to arch and she came, her butt bouncing off the floor and she ended up on her side, breathless. They lay like that a long time and finally, Heather reached down and offered her some more wine. They sat and stoked each other for a while and suddenly Betty said. "Fuck me with it. It certainly is long enough. Let's try." Heather said, "I've never done that, I mean with anybody." "We can figure it out. Sit up with your legs apart and your knees up." Betty swung around and stuck her legs past Heather's sides and inched forward. Heather's wonderful breasts pushed against the inside of her thighs and as Betty moved forward, their wet pussies slowly pushed together. Both were still swollen and slick from the night's earlier activities and suddenly, the lips were sliding over each other. Betty's cunt was low between her legs and Heather's was high, almost in front of her. They fit together as Betty leaned back on her elbows and Heather began to lift her butt up and down. The lips continued to slide over each other and fresh cum began to flow from both of them. Suddenly, Betty felt something hard between her lips and it kept growing. "That's it. That's it. It's growing. Fuck me, Heather, with your wonderful clit. Oh, it's so long." It was now up in her good, a slim penis. Heather's hips were moving with a life of their own and her head was back again. Their cunts pushed together and suddenly, Betty bucked too hard and the clit pulled free and ran back into her ass crack and poked at her sphincter. She shuddered and trembled. It was so wet back there that Heather felt no discomfort, just an even stronger need to thrust. "Oh, shit, babe, you give good pussy. Oh, fuck it, fuck it." Betty pushed forward again and the clit slipped back inside. She pulled back and it slid up her crack again. Back and forth, back and forth, from the bottom of her pussy to her asshole. Her own hips were lunging and twisting. On one of the stokes, they got out of sync and suddenly, the narrow, long clit slid up inside Betty's ass. Her eyes popped open and she gasped. "I don't think..." But Heather was beyond listening or caring. "Oh, god, you are so tight, I'm coming..." Heather's butt was banging away relentlessly on Betty's and the clit was reaming out her tight asshole. Betty struggled to gain some clearance and even felt another orgasm building in spite of the surprise sensations. Or maybe because of them? All she knew was that her clit was on fire and the friction on her pussy and the deep probing of her ass was getting her hotter than she had ever experienced. Her ass tightened even more and she came with Heather, both crying out loudly. After cleaning up a bit, they hugged and stroked each other long into the night, finally, forming a sixty-nine and giving each other several more powerful orgasms before they drifted off to sleep. They never made love again after that night of excess, but did share stories. Betty found a great guy and drifted off into another social world. But now Heather's thoughts turned back to Janet, who would be along soon. She was already wet with anticipation. ------- Chapter 2 Heather continued a quiet life, with some VERY limited dating for appearances, she guessed, but satisfying herself when need be. She found she was basically attracted to femme types of women, and most of them were looking for dyke types to dominate them, so finding partners was a very hit and miss thing at school. Mostly miss. Studying in the stacks was a great hiding place and it was pretty dark in most of the study nooks, so she could slip a hand inside her blouse or pants and relieve herself whenever she needed. Which was quite often. A sex drive she had, that was for sure. She was nineteen and wondered what would happen when she hit her late thirties and early forties when her sex drive was supposed to peak. She couldn't even imagine what that might be like, considering how much she was getting off already. She just finished up a particularly satisfying orgasm that had her grinding her ass into the seat and breathing in explosive gasps between waves of contractions. After her head cleared a bit, she went back to work, but shortly, sensed someone's presence in the aisle. She lifted her head and saw another girl at the other end of the stacks at another study desk, looking, no, staring openly at her over the top of a textbook. Even in the dim light, you could tell the girl's face was flushed. Heather realized immediately that she must have seen Heather masturbate. Let her watch, she thought wickedly, she would give her a real show. Her desk faced the other girl's. Sliding down as low as she could, she pulled her pants and underwear down to her knees then let them fall to her ankles. The desk was old and had no privacy curtain. Heather was now completely exposed to the girl. Even from there, she could see the other girl's eyes open wide. Her eyes were trained on Heather's pussy, and nervously glanced up to see if Heather was aware of her watching. Heather stared back, then winked as her hand slid down between her thighs and she began rubbing herself. First one, then two, and finally three fingers were inserted into her slick hole as she quickly manipulated the walls of her vagina with her long, smooth fingernails, pressing her long clit with the palm of her hand, keeping it trapped inside, bent down. The sensations were electric. Within a minute, she was very hot and could feel the beginning of an orgasm building up. Her back arched into it, her eyes closed to slits as she gave herself to the pleasure. After several minutes of constant friction and pumping, her pussy was making loud sucking and wet noises from her hand, but Heather was beyond hearing or caring. Her head bent back and her eyes opened slightly and vaguely became aware the other girl was standing over her. She stopped suddenly with great effort and concentration and opened her eyes. The other girl was someone she recognized now, an upperclass cheerleader, long blond hair, terrific tan. Her mouth was open and she was breathing heavily. "Please don't stop. You are such a hot bitch." It was a plea, a whisper. She was nervous, hot, and scared. Her eyes went back to Heather's still hand, fingers still buried deep in her pussy. Heather looked into her eyes and realized she was hotter than shit. She reached over and slid her other hand up under the other girls sweatshirt. It went over her hard belly and up and found the full breast nearest her. No bra. Firm. Wide spread from its twin. The nipple was already hard. The other girl gasped in surprise, then started and tried to pull away, but Heather had the nipple and pulled back. As the girl struggled, she got hotter and hotter and her struggles were weak and half-hearted at best. She made no actual effort to remove Heather's hand. "Please. I. I. Can't... We shouldn't. Someone will see." "You want relief, we do it together." Heather couldn't believe she was being so aggressive and dominant with this strange girl. And she found it excited her to have her so much under control. Heather pulled her own pants up quickly and took the other girl by the hand and led her toward the darker area in the middle of the isle. Turning to face her, she pulled her blouse open quickly and exposed her own bra-less, jutting breasts with their distended, protruding nipples. The other girl stared but as Heather reached out, did not push the hand away as her sweatshirt was lifted over her head. Heather unsnapped the girls pants and put her hand inside with out pause. The blond's mons was soaked and she started to moan loudly immediately. A deep french kiss stopped that and their hips started to come together. Heather guided the girl's hand down into her pants and pushed two of her fingers inside. And then, a hand in each other's shorts, in seconds they melted together, breasts pushing breasts aside, tongues slipping and exploring. Heather came twice, but the other girl just kept getting hotter and hotter. "You want an A on your final?" The girl looked back with dazed, eyes, whimpering moans escaping her lips as Heather's fingers kept stroking the girl's slit. The shelf behind them was empty and the shelves above missing. Heather pulled the girl's pants down and held them down with her foot as the girl stepped out of them and pushed her back on the shelf, spreading her legs. Before the other girl could even stop to think what was happening, Heather's tongue was up the girl's twat and stroking her clit. In less than a minute, the other girl came and came and came. She was noisy, but not enough for people elsewhere on the floor to hear past the rows of shelved books. A pool of cum was forming under the girls ass as the onslaught continued. Heather gently chewed on the girl's vulva and then went back to sucking. Another heavy orgasm racked the girl's body and her legs scissored behind Heather's head, holding her in position, face pushed hard against the steamy pussy. In the next fifteen minutes, she experienced the hottest sex she had ever had. She fainted after the last explosive orgasm. Heather left her laying back on the shelves, her pants pulled up, sweatshirt spread over her naked breasts. Heather went back to her studies and soon noticed the other girl stand up, gather her books and turn to go. But instead, she came down the isle and stood next to Heather. "I. I've never done anything like that before. I mean, masturbate in public, touch another girl, God, even being eaten out. You aren't going... ?" "Do well on your final. You look relaxed enough now. And as for the rest, I don't even know your name and I'm not in the habit of talking about my lovers. To anybody." "Lover? I mean... I know we just... but I don't think that would make us lovers..." The girl was having a lot confusion over what had just happened. Heather wrote her name, room number, and phone number on a sheet of paper and handed it to her. "If you need more relaxation." The girl stared at the paper. "I'm... my name is Gina. Thanks. We... we're not lovers, though, right?" It seemed real important to her to make this point. "Whatever, Gina." Gina paused, and then walked slowly away, her books cradled in one arm. At the door to the stacks, she looked back, then was gone. Heather knew she would call. Three nights later she did. Heather made her ask to be fucked before she would agree to let her come by. When she hung up, she thought to herself that she was turning into a real bitch. Then laughed as the knock came on the door and Gina came in. Heather began to kiss her before the door closed, pushing her toward the bed. This time, there wasn't any rush and Gina wasn't leaving until Heather was satisfied. And that took a long, long time. ------- Chapter 3 Sophomore year was quiet and when three other girls she casually knew asked her to go on a ski trip, she was very grateful. She knew them from a couple of classes, but not very well. It was a great chance to make some new friends, even if sexually it would probably be a non-starter. She certainly didn't have any expectations of anything but a few days of skiing and a couple of long car rides. All pretty and outgoing, they piled into the car, two in front and two in back and headed for the mountains, a ten hour drive. It got dark and they stopped for dinner where the conversation was mostly about school, classes, the boys and what jerks they all were and how everybody was pretty frustrated and horny. They were all laughing about needing to find a man as they piled back into the car. They rode three in the front so Janet could sleep. Heather was in between Lucy and Inga and it was a bit of a tight squeeze. After a few minutes, with the drone of the radio and engine and the tires washing over the car like a warm blanket, Heather began to feel Inga's leg moving slowly up and down. Her hot leg felt good on her's and Heather made no move to shift her leg away. She noticed Inga's right hand was squeezing her own breast and twisting the nipple and after ten minutes, she could sense Inga was getting hot. She must not be kidding about being horny, Heather thought and decided to risk it and offer to help her without Lucy noticing, if she could. She casually lifted her arm and put it around Inga to make more room. Inga turned to look at her with an unspoken thanks and a quizzical look on her face, then moved her half-closed eyes back to the road. Heather's full, very firm breast pressed on Inga's arm and Inga moved her arm over to the left and forward a bit and Heather's breast flowed into the gap between Inga's side and her arm. The nipple was now pressed into the side of Inga's smaller breast. Almost at once, Inga started a gentle, almost imperceptible movement of her arm that squeezed Heather's breast, and forced the already ample nipple to bulge out, digging firmly into the soft tissue of Inga's left tit. The sensation was deeply arousing and Heather joined Inga's irregular breathing as they stimulated each other. No overt touching was going on, so their unspoken pact was safe, while Lucy continued to drive while the radio played music which covered up the heavy breathing. Inga's leg continued to move up and down as she squeezed her clit with her thigh and after several minutes of increasing arousal, Heather made her move and casually slipped her hand very slowly down to her shoulder and neck, then around Inga's neck and down under the front of her shirt. Inga stiffened as soon as she felt the fingers move under her shirt and she froze, then turned and looked into Heather's eyes, smiled and put her head back as Heather's fingers finally found her nipple and began to roll it expertly, pulling it slowly out as far as possible, then easing it back. Inga was starting to breath very heavily and Heather leaned close and whispered, "Put your face into my shirt so Lucy can't hear you." Inga did so and Heather began to pull on the now very hard nipple. Inga stiffened and suddenly began to whimper into Heather's neck. She was shaking and began to softly groan as her passion rose and then, in ten minutes, she came at least five times. Lucy drove and seemed to notice nothing. Inga finally straightened up a bit, smiled, and mouthed "Thank you." Heather continued to stroke the side of her breast and Inga leaned back contentedly, deciding that what the hell, it might not be a boy, but Heather sure knew what to do to get her off, so she might as well enjoy. But Heather felt hot as hell by now herself and straightened up. As she did, Lucy casually moved her hand over on Heather's thigh and left it there. In a minute, she began a subtle tracing of Heather's inner thigh muscle that began to really get to her immediately, given the aroused state she was already in. It was if the muscle was directly connected to her twat and she lubricated heavily in seconds, adding to the copious moisture already pooled behind the now swollen lips of her pussy. Her nipples had now extended and her hot breath began to come in short bursts in spite of her attempts to control it. Feeling Heather shudder and unaware of Lucy's play down below, it was at this moment that Inga decided to return the Heather's favor and slipped her hand under Heather's blouse, running her hand and long-nailed fingertips wonderingly over the large, high breast, and finally found her nipple. "God girl, have you got teats!," she whispered in astonishment into Heather's ear. Ingas's nails scraped the extended nipple and Heather shuddered again. This was going to get to her and a major way if they didn't stop, but Inga continued to stroked it and then pulled it and twisted it. Heather had to move. Her hips were taking on a life of their own. Inga's hand reached down and in a practiced move, unsnapped Heather's pants. Heather froze. Both hands were only inches apart. Inga's finger slid down and found her waiting, straining clit. After releasing the tiny cock-like clit from the restriction of Heather's panties, she ran a finger up and down it, even more amazed at what she found down there than at the size of the swollen nipples above. In three strokes, Heather's hips heaved and she came with a loud groan, shaking and grinding her ass down into the seat. Lucy finally looked over, saw that Inga was already into Heather's pants, and got a big grin on her face. Hell, she wasn't the only one who was doing a little crossing over the line tonight, she realized. "Hey, you two, since we all seem to have the same thing on our minds, let me publicly announce that I need some of this action too." Heather leaned against her and reached over to unbutton her blouse, then leaned her head down and began sucking her right tit. Lucy rubbed the back of her head and began to grunt and pant as the playful tongue teased her nipple into a pearl of hardness and sensitivity, then Heather bit it gently with her teeth, pulling out and releasing it. No boy had ever done that to Lucy and Heather seemed to know just how much pain to mix with the pleasure, enormously increasing the sparks shooting across her chest and her pussy went into overdrive from the sensation. Driving was getting more difficult as the onslaught continued. Heather felt Inga begin to work at pulling her pants down and Heather twisted as best she could and lifted her hips to help. In seconds, Inga had the pants off and on the floor, panties as well, then slid down and put her lips to Heather's now bare ass and began shoving her tongue into her crack and inviting asshole. She was excited at the very thought of doing this and attacked eagerly as Heather jerked and tried to move away from the intense sensations, but there was no room. The heat from that tongue had Heather instantly hot again and she could feel another orgasm building. Inga's tongue moved up and down her crack and then, in a nothing ventured, nothing gained moment of decision, pushed in as far as it would go. The yielding sphincter gripped her tongue tightly and Inga found herself wishing her cock-tongue was much longer and her own lust rose as she butt fucked this dark haired beauty with her tongue. Even as she was doing it to Heather, she couldn't believe it. This was WAY over the line for her. And she knew that for her, the line had just made a very definite move to places unknown at the moment. She was ready to try or do anything. And right now, that was burying her tongue deeply inside Heather's trembling rear as Heather began to babble loudly. "Oh, shit. Hunnnnnn. Immmm, Oh, Oh, Oh!" And as Heather always did, she felt the warmth and tightness start in her belly and wash over her as she came, shaking, this orgasm even stronger than the first. For her, each one always was more intense than the last, until finally, if her partner was still capable of it, she would come so intensely she would black out. Only then would she find herself satiated. Lucy unbuttoned her own pants and began stroking herself. In seconds she came too. She couldn't see what Inga was doing to Heather, but she was surprised and suspected that it must be something that her parents would have killed her for doing. She finally came down from her own orgasm and managed to keep the car on the road as the girl in the back continued to sleep. Her name was Janet and was exhausted from finals. And as Heather pulled her pants back on and they all gave each other slightly embarrassed grins, Lucy was suddenly disappointed that it was over. That magic bubble of rule breaking permission and lustful passion was gone. What happened was not to be talked about. And, it never was. Their weekend trip proceeded as planned, even if a bit of the horny edge was gone. And Janet slept on the back seat. Her turn to break some rules and try a new world would come the next night. ------- Chapter 4 But, amazingly, Janet never got to share their brief unspoken but hoped for exploration of lesbian sex the next night, because they really did ski all day and Heather and the others found themselves exhausted that night. A couple of drinks and they all just crashed. Janet and Heather had no real chance to talk, as she was rooming with Lucy. They had a couple of pleasant conversations in the car on the trip back in the quiet of the back seat and walking back into the dorm, on the spur of the moment, Heather invited her down to her parents' beach house for the weekend, the first week home from school. Her parents were in Europe, so they would have the place to themselves. And now Heather stood in the bedroom with the sea crashing on the beach just beyond the dunes, with only a few more minutes to go before Janet would arrive. Heather finally decided on what to wear. Heather carefully put a touch of perfume between her breasts and under her arms, then put her hand between her legs and wet her finger, spreading the perfume in her most intimate place. Another touch of perfume found her ass and rear crack, her finger lingering over the pucker. Slipping a loose shorty top on that barely came down and covered her nipples, and that she knew would blow off them if a breeze came into the room from the beach, she pulled it down as far as it would go, exposing the bottom half of each high, heavy breast. Then she pulled on cutoffs with no underwear and went to answer the front door, which rang just as she was finishing. Janet was standing in the now setting sun with a bag in each hand. Her smile faded as she looked at Heather's outfit and her eyes widened. Finally, after a pause, she stuttered a bit as she slowly tore her eyes off the clearly visible bottom half of Heathers nipples and and said, "Boy, that's some hot outfit." Her face was reddening. But her eyes were rivited on the inviting globes. "Well, it's not how hot you look, it's how hot you get that counts! Welcome! And thanks. I wore it just for you." Janet didn't reply to that, but her heart leaped as she came inside and put her things in the bedroom she was shown. Was it possible that the rumors she had heard about Heather being a lesbian, or at least bi, were true. She had only fantisized about sex with another girl, but no opportunity had ever presented itself. Maybe... It was too late for the beach, so they just ate and cleaned up. Heather made sure there were lots of opportunities to let her boobs fall below her blouse and finally, it was resting just above her nipples on the shelf of her uplifted tits and she made no effort to pull it down anymore. From the corner of her eye, she could see Janet stare. At the thought of it, her nipples hardened slightly and Janet stared even more at those long prongs of passion. Her own were very sensitive, and she kept wondering what it felt like to Heather to have those long nipples sucked. As the evening wore on, the small talk wore down and they began to kill a bottle of wine, sitting opposite each other on the floor with their backs to matching sofas. Only the light from a small fire in the fireplace lit the room. "So, how hot DO you get?" Even Janet was surprised at her sudden outburst. Heather was surprised and pleased as well. She looked over at Janet. "I get pretty damn bothered sometimes." "I do too. I could use a good fuck right now. The tension from school drives me crazy at times. When I'm tense, I get horny." "It seems everything makes me horny sometimes." "Well, if you dress like that you will get me thinking about jumping you. You are making me very horny tonight. I just love looking at your chest." She held her head down as she almost whispered it. "I can't believe I just said that." "What do you want to do about it." Heather's challenge was an open one. This would be the point to find out if Janet would. "I don't know what you mean." As she mumbled it out, she knew she was lying. She knew exactly what Heather was offering. And she knew what the answer was she wanted to give, but she found herself holding back. It was too scary. "I mean, what do you do to yourself when you get horny." "I play with myself. Sometimes I use vibrators." She looked into Heather's face. "What do you do?" "Sometimes, I get off just watching someone else get off, if they are hot enough." It was quiet again. They drank their wine. The tension was unbearable. Finally, Janet took the plunge. "Let's play a game." "Oh? What kind?" Heather said. "If I get you hot enough to come without touching you, what do I get?" "I'll bet I can make you come ten times in a row." Janet laughed. "Never. Sometimes it takes over an hour for me to get off, even when I'm really hot to start with. I must be inhibited." "It's a deal." Janet downed her glass of wine and went into the bedroom and returned with a small bag which she put on the floor in front of her. She pulled her top off. "Let me see your's." And laughed. Hell, she had been looking at them ever since the door opened! Heather reached over and with one hand removed the almost useless half top, its job accomplished. Janet stared even harder at the beautiful firm mounds that graced Heather, her breath quickening. She bit her lip and reached into the bag and drew out the biggest dildo that Heather had ever seen. Easily well over eighteen inches long, it had a head like a prune and was as thick as her wrist. It had two ends and flexed just like a half erect cock. If Heather had big tits with outstanding nipples, Janet had her own world class equipment, even if it was not apparent at first. "Heather honey, I'm going to make you watch me work this little prick all the way inside me until it disappears." Her hand removed something else from the bag. It was another smaller dildo. "And stick this up my butt until my ass is bouncing off the floor." Heather was breathing hard. Janet started by rubbing the dildo all over her chest, working the tip up and into her mouth. Wet, it left a trail down her belly as she slid it down. She started talking. "This feels so good. My nipples are hard. I want to suck them, but I can't reach. Oh, that's good." The dong reached the outside of her pants and she rubbed it over her cunt and down her legs. "This cock swells up when it gets hot from your cunt. I can't wait to feel it in me. Ummmmm." It came back up and she slid it up her pant leg and pressed the head against her cunt lips through her panties. "Oh. Heather, I'm so hot. My pants are wet. My ass is wet too." All the talk was obviously affecting Heather, who was leaning back and squirming against the sofa with her arms to each side, raising her breasts up high and wide for Janet to see. Janet could just taste that long nipple in her mouth. Soon. Very soon. The thought surprised her at some level. She had never sexually touched another woman. Now she was so hot to do it that she couldn't believe it. She put down the large dildo and eased her shorts off. Resuming with the small dildo, she repeated the same moves, but put it all the way back into her mouth until only the stopper end was sticking out. "Ummmmmmmm." She hummed. Sweat broke out on her upper lip and her ass was moving against the carpet in anticipation of what was coming. Heather was desperate to reach down and touch herself. Her pants had a dark stain spreading between her legs. Her cunt smell filled the room and mingled with Janet's. Little whimpers escaped her mouth as she watched. He mouth was open and her breath was getting ragged. Janet moved the dildo down and slid it under the elastic of her panties and the head moved down and through the top of her slit. It rubbed over her clit and she bucked. Within seconds, the head and shaft were soaked and she was moving it in a steady rhythm. "It wants to go in me. Its got a mind of its own. Oh, shit, that feels good." She eased her panties off and Heather saw her twat for the first time, slick with moisture, hair matted, but parted with swollen cunt lips. She leaned over slightly to see better in the dull light. Janet was looking at her as the slim dildo repeated its travel through the forest of hair and disappeared between the swollen lips and out the bottom. It glistened with come. Janet was breathing in short gasps as it moved over her clit. She slid down farther and farther and finally was laying flat on the floor with her knees up. She reached around and pulled her legs up and slid them under the sofa cushion, pinning her legs against her breasts and knees back by her ears. Arms free, she lifted the big, unusual dildo up again and moved it back and forth through her cunt and began to move farther and farther with each stroke toward her asshole. Janet had stopped talking and was giving out little cries each time it reached the top and touched her clit. "God, it wants to be in me so much." It moved up through her cunt and disappeared all the way inside her, then slid out and moved down to her asshole. Janet's middle finger pushed and the tip of it disappeared inside her butt. "Heather can you see this? I'm going to make you come like you've never come before with this, but first I want you to know how it works and what I'm going to do." Heather looked very uncertainly at the enormous dildo. "A friend of mine at college made a bunch of these things at a summer job last year. It's a tube of thin, flexible material for about seven inches at one end and a foot at the other. The middle is thicker, but it can be bent slowly. Now, baby, the secret of this thing is that it is filled with a special liquid jell. If I squeeze one end, the middle stays the same, but the other end expands." She demonstrated, squeezing the short end with both hands and the big end expanded visibly. "It makes the most fantastic dildo I've ever used, because, it's interactive. If I put one end in me and the other in you, every time you so much as give a twitch, it would feel like you just gave me a good ream. And the same for you as well." "I've never used a dildo anywhere near that big. I'm not sure if I could handle it." "Are you saying no?" "Are you sure it won't hurt?" "You are going to think you died and went to heaven. But there's something else." Heather looked up from the dong, finding herself struggling to take her eyes off it. "Tonight, you fly solo." "I don't understand." Janet pulled two pillows from the head of the bed and moved them under Heather's ass. Her pussy was high up and her ass well off the floor. She squeezed the small end very hard and then pulled it through her hand several times until the small end was only as thin as a pencil. She got the baby oil from the dresser and began rubbing it all over Heather and down into her ass. "Janet. I've never put anything that big in my ass." She suddenly knew Janet intended to fuck her in the ass and in the cunt with this weird dildo, but at the same time knew she wanted to feel what it was like. "I won't hurt you. We're going to take a very long time to do this and baby, it's going to blow your mind." She leaned over and gave Heather a deep french kiss, their tongues moving over one another and probing wetly. Heather relaxed as Janet's fingers never stopped moving over her bottom, sliding up and down her crack. At times, she would stop and linger around her tight rear and Heather would tighten up in response. Soon, however, her muscle relaxed and Janet began rubbing oil on the dildo. Still rubbing her other hand all over Heather's cunt and legs, she rubbed the very narrow but smooth head of the dildo up and down her crack, each time pressing on the entry way. After about a minute, the head slid inside. Heather gasped. Janet left it like that about ten seconds and began to very slowly push it into her ass. Heather began breathing very hard. "Oh, God. Ungh. Oh, God. It's up my ass. I want to come. It hurts a little. It's going deeper. I don't know if I can... Oh, shit. Deeper, oh deeper." Finally, the seven inches were in and Janet moved it in and out an inch of so for about ten minutes. Heather knew she would come, but the feeling was so new and she just got hotter and hotter. "And now baby, the fun begins." Janet squeezed the long end of the dong with two fingers and the narrow end swelled in her ass. Heather's eyes went wild. "Oh! I can feel that. I just squeezed back!" Janet squeezed again and again the butt end expanded. This went on until the fat end had narrowed and the butt end was easily twice the diameter originally. It was filling Heather's ass and she was clamping down in response. Janet squeezed back and Heather grunted and her ass closed again. After about five cycles, Janet said, "You've got the idea baby. You just can't stop from clamping down." She stopped squeezing back and Heather finally stopped clamping down. Janet spread oil over the big end and slowly bent the long dong in the middle until the fat end was pressing down on Heather's cunt lips. "OK, honey, go to heaven." She pressed down on the dildo and it slid into Heather, pushing her swollen parts apart and forcing everything out of the way. Heather's eye's were shut and she moaned loudly. Now, after some minutes of careful guiding, when ten inches were inside and the end pushed up against her cervix, her pussy clamped down and squeezed. Her ass responded. Her body was shaking and trembling. Spasms were whipping through her pussy and butt. Finally, the orgasm hit. Within fifteen seconds, as her ass settled down on the pillow, the dildo moved in her ass and she clinched it and the cycle started again. Heather began to whisper in a constant, unconcious stream. "Oh, fuck fuck fuck. Baby, my butt oh my ass my hole oh oh oh oh oh oh.Ughnnnnnnnn." It hit her in another wave. Janet was so hot watching Heather getting off. She leaned over and finally gave into her desires and pulled the nipple into her mouth and sucked. It was heaven to feel the firm flesh against her tongue and hear Heather whimper from the strong sensations of her rough tongue running over the upstretched nipple. Below, Heather's body was talking a language of cunt/butt fuck and her hips were bouncing up and down. "Suck my nipple. Suck me. I'm coming..." Janet's hips were moving and she put a finger on her clit and orgasmed. The pussy juice flowed down her legs. Heather whipped into another orgasm. "Janet. God, this is wonderful. I can't do this anymore. Oh, it's starting again. Oh. my pussy is full, my ass oh my ass my hole, my ass fuckkkkkk shit fuck shit Ungh Ugh ohhhhhh." Janet sat back and rubbed Heathers boobs and pulled on her long clit, which was amazingly long, like a penis in miniature. She sucked on it and Heather came again and again. She squatted over Heather's face and a long tongue slipped into her and whipped her clit. She shot a load of her love juice almost instantly into Heather's mouth and climaxed. She was surprised. She had never climaxed this fast before. Heather was bathed in sweat and came again under Janet. After over twenty minutes of this, Janet finally pulled the long dong slowly from Heather. Heather smiled and after a few seconds, fell asleep. Janet curled along side of her. For the first time since she could remember, Heather fell asleep that night and wasn't horny. Janet pulled one of Heather's big tits gently into her hand and stroked the nipple. She loved all these games. Sex with a woman was special, after all. ------- Chapter 5 That thing is dangerous, Heather thought when she awoke. She looked down at the long dong, still bent in a U shape on the dresser next to the bed. If you used it by yourself, you could fuck yourself to death from exhaustion. Well, may she could, since she seemed to have almost no limit to her sex drive. At least no limit she had discovered as yet. She cleaned it carefully and slipped it into the drawer. Janet was nothing like she expected. She was worried about getting her to play a little, and bingo, she found herself on the loosing end of a bet and getting screwed royally. She did have to admit the damn thing worked as advertised. The next day was spent on the almost deserted beach. Their tans were coming along nicely. Each had slept briefly and found they were a bit tired but very relaxed around each other. In the middle of the afternoon, they struck up a conversation with a woman on a blanket slightly over from them. The beach was fairly deserted, so the conversation was welcome. A petite blonde in her mid-thirties named Kelly, she wore an almost non-existent bikini and both Heather and Janet fantasized about sucking on one part or other of her body. Heather found Janet stoking her back and felt her pants get wet. She glanced up to find the woman staring at her crotch and then up to her face. Heather didn't have to look down to know the crotch of her suit was stained with her cum. Her desire for this woman was quite visible. "Are you girls busy tonight?" "Well, we were just going to make a quick dinner and maybe a movie. But no other plans. Why?" "I have a few friends coming over for a little party tonight. At ten. If you aren't busy, stop on by." She wrote out the directions, a home a short way back from the beach in an exclusive neighborhood. Having nothing else to do, they decided to go on by and have a drink. Both were hoping maybe something would happen with Kelly, but neither said anything to the other. Dressed in informal clothes, they brushed out each other's hair and drove over, a five minute trip. Kelly answered the door and welcomed them. She was in a low cut halter top with very tight jeans and a bare midriff. Her face was a little flushed. "Hi! We gave up on you and started without you. Come on in and meet everyone." Everyone turned out to be a small group of seven other young attractive women in the darkened family room of this beautiful house. At the head of the room was a very striking brunette in a very tight silk top and stretch calf length pants that looked like they were painted on her. Her pussy was clearly outlined in every detail the clinging cloth, revealing a set of swollen lips and a trace of a stain. She was very much aroused. She had open several aluminum suitcases and was in the middle of demonstrating something when they had arrived. "We'll do introductions later. Everyone, this is Janet and Heather, the girls I met on the beach today. Beth, why don't you go on. Sorry to interrupt." Beth smiled warmly at Heather and Janet and picked up a very hot piece of sexy underwear and began a sales pitch for it. Size, texture, features. She handed it to someone in front and pulled another from the case and surprised Heather by casually peeling off her top, exposing a stunning set of boobs of her own, shaped like large pears with large, swollen nipples like the end of your thumb. Her nipples were pink and stood out slightly from the swollen knobs. "Now, I believe in my products, so I will show you as many as I can so you can judge for yourself. Now, this is pretty erotic stuff, and I am a normal woman with normal responses, so I get pretty turned on during the presentations. If anybody is offended by that I hope they at least go somewhere private in the house to try the products. I just want you all to see how they are used and have a chance to ask questions. That is, if I'm in any condition to answer them at that point." She just laughed. "Just give me a minute to come down, O.K. Or, better yet, join me!" Everyone laughed. "Now, remember this cream I discussed just a few minutes ago?" She dipped a finger lightly into a pink jar and rubbed it over her nipples. "It feels slightly cool to the touch and then you feel a tingle, and then, magic." She lifted her tits out toward the group and leaned forward. Her nipples were hardening and growing longer. She looked into the back of the room and her eyes locked with Heather's. Heather felt her own nipples harden and could feel them push out her loose top. She didn't need any cream to have this woman get her nipples hard. Jesus. "They are hard now. I can feel it like I'm being loosely pinched and pulled on. They will stay up this way for about ten hours. If you wash, maybe five hours, but the cream goes into the skin and takes a while to wear off. Believe me, this always gets their attention under sheer outfits, or during love making." It had Heather's attention. And apparently everyone else in the room as well. She handed the jar around and just about everyone was slipping a finger in and rubbing it on their chest. Small cries of pleasure came from several women. "By the way, it comes in several strengths depending on how sensitive you already are, so if you need a bit more kick, we have it. The stuff going around is the weakest, so if anybody isn't getting a response, try this one. It's the middle one." A hand went up in the middle of the crowd and Beth handed the jar back. "As you can see, if I used the middle strength, I think I'd be baying at the moon right now." Her nipples were absolutely rigid and jutting beautifully out. Beth pulled on the sexy top she had been showing around and demonstrated how the hard nipples stuck through openings at the front to give the maximum effect. Maximum wasn't the word. WOW was the word. Heather and Janet were both getting very aroused by this erotic sales pitch from this outgoing, engaging woman. The evening went on and it became apparent that Beth was clearly playing to Heather. Twice she came into the back of the room and handed things to her, always managing to touch her and let her hand linger. When she would remove her hand, and finger would casually flit across her ear, or up the back of her neck. Clothes were coming off around the room and various things were being tried on. Beth has a collection to really get your attention. There were some outstanding bodies in the room and nobody was shy. Soon, Beth ran out of clothes to sell and started taking orders. Everyone lined up and Beth filled her order pad. Heather didn't have much money, but signed up for some pretty silk lace panties that had very low fronts and backs. In fact the back showed her rear cleavage, a nice touch. Janet was broke and didn't place an order, but Heather ordered two of everything so she could surprise Janet later. The party took a break and everyone was introduced and drinks were poured. Kelly walked them through the house and introduced them personally to Beth. "You sure have an interesting job, Beth." Heather knew she was making the understatement of the month. She smiled. "I do get to meet a lot of interesting women this way. I can help a lot of women enjoy themselves more and be more relaxed. All this stuff is worth it if you can start getting enough. And beside, I get off walking around displaying myself to women, so, I get double the bang for my buck, so to speak." They all laughed at that. Beth casually ran her hand down Heather's back and let one finger rest under the low waistband of her shorts. The tip was against her skin and just above her ass crack. Heather's nostrils flared slightly and her skin burned. Aggressive, sexy, and already making a move on her. And she knew the answer already. She was so ready for this woman. Kelly was back. "OK everyone, let's see the rest of the show." Kelly hung back with Heather and Janet for a moment as the rest went back to the family room. "You two can spend the night if you like. I would love the company. If you decide not to, please leave your address and number down at the beach so I can reach you again. But I DO hope you'll stay. Beth might not be the only surprise tonight." And she led them back to the other room. Heather and Janet had thought the produce demo was over, but went back into a darkened room and sat back down on pillows in the middle of the floor. This time they were surrounded by the others and everyone was a little closer together. Each had a fresh drink and conversation was relaxed and easy now. "This part is a little more hard core and if anyone is uncomfortable, we'll stop and go on to something else." No one objected and Beth went on. "There are many pieces of equipment available to you to increase your enjoyment and intensify your orgasm. Earlier, I was able to share one of my wares in action, but these other things I will show you and will have to limit demonstrations, or else I'd make a fool of myself and be up here getting off and babbling. Of course, I might do that anyway." "Now, you can try anything out on yourself if you like, here or in private back in a bedroom. If anyone wants to demonstrate anything for the group, the stage is yours. I'll take orders at the end. Just a word, washing everything carefully if anyone else in the room has used it, even me. I'm not offended by that." It was now very quiet in the room. Beth began with a series of well known products, such as dildos of various sizes and shapes. These were handed around. Heather noticed that several were moist when she got them and realized that sampling of the products was indeed going on. And nobody seemed to eager to jump up and run to the bathroom for any sanitary concerns. Suddenly, Kelly was behind them and she whispered, "Everyone here knows everyone else pretty intimately and it's a closed group, so if you are worried about..." "I was wondering. O.K. Just let them know we are both OK in that are, OK?" "Sure, it never crossed my mind that you weren't." And Kelly moved away. Ben-wa balls were sent around and a set of large ones stopped at the woman next to her. "I've never used these, have you?" Heather said no, but commented that the Chinese used them all the time at work to get off all day long without anyone knowing. "I've heard that. Oh, they are a little cold." She reached between her legs and pushed the balls into herself under her short skirt. Apparently she didn't have any underwear on. She moved her legs close together. "I don't feel anything." "Lean back." The woman did and her breath caught. "They moved back and up inside. They feel slick and heavy, like a big cock going real slow." "Now sit up a little." The women shifted forward slightly and her hips moved. "God, that was... mmmm... neat. Two big fat cocks sliding down. When the top one hit the bottom one, the pressure went straight to my clit." She rocked back and forward a couple of times and Heather could feel her getting tense. The smell of hot cunt was filling the room around them. It was the smell of several hot twats, as a dildo or two were being tried out. Someone gasped up front and low moan came from behind Heather. "OK ladies, I can tell some of you are getting into the thick of things. For those of you still able to pay attention, I could use a volunteer for the next one. It's a little different, but I promise you'll love this." No one stepped forward. Kelly looked briefly at Heather and finally over at Beth. "OK, I'll volunteer she said with a nervous laugh." And Kelly started forward. Beth welcomed her and told her to take off her pants. She did and Heather could see she didn't wear underwear either. Her bush was light like her brown hair and the pink lips were visible between her legs. "Now, bend over honey. I promise, you will like this, but give it a chance." She lubricated Kelly's asshole and took out a black plug about four inches long, but narrow at each end. Before Kelly could protest or react, Beth firmly shoved it cleanly into her ass all the way. Kelly grunted and stood up quickly. "God, Beth, I didn't expect that." "How does it feel?" "I'm not sure yet, like a big suppository, a little. I'm not much into anal sex." "Now sit on this stool and spread your legs." She picked up a very small metal ring and very carefully slid it over Kelly's clit area, holding it in place with a small smooth piece of plastic that was trapped under each side of her pussy lips. "Did that hurt?" "No." "Now ladies, here's what Beth is going to demonstrate for us." The women next to Heather was rocking and groaning. She looked over at Heather and a bead of sweat was on her lip. Heather wiped it away. The woman mouthed thanks and her eyes slowly half closed as a shudder went through her body. "The small black dildo I put up Kelly's butt is very talented. First, it has the ability to turn itself on or off and become a noiseless vibrator. It's short so she can sit on it without fear of hurting herself, and a short string with a stopper should it try to go a wandering. It has a pressure sensor in it that picks up any squeeze of her ass and sends a radio signal to that little metal ring I placed on her clit. The ring has a tiny receiver and built in battery and can generate a very small electric current. You feel it like someone just gave your clit a gentle little tweak. The rings are available in different current levels and sizes to match your sensitivity and anatomy. With a little practice, you can go for a walk around the block, sit on your sofa, be at a party or do just about anything, and get off any time you want without anyone being the wiser. When the battery in either device runs down, we have a special recharger you set them in and in two hours, you are back in business. Each will run for about six hours on a charge." Heather looked and the woman next to her placed her head on her shoulder. Her back was bending and her breath was coming in sharp little grunts. The orgasm hit her and with a little cry in Heather's ear, she trembled and shook. "Now Kelly, to turn it on, you give it a squeeze. Push like you are, well, going to the bathroom, but not quite that hard. You get the idea." Kelly looked embarrassed, but gave a push and suddenly a look of surprise crossed her face. "It's humming. God, it's humming." Her ass moved a little on the stool. "Now, walk around the room slowly. Notice as she walks that as her ass muscles clench and unclench in the normal walking motion, her clit is getting a tickle. I chose a very low current ring, but I think she can feel it." "Yes, I can feel it." Her path was a little crooked and she paused at one point to steady herself, but by the time she got back to the stool, her face had the dreamy faraway look of someone very hot and bothered. "Once turned on, you can get it to respond by simply squeezing gently with your ass. If you want it off, squeeze real hard. Orgasm always turns it off, since you clench your ass when you come. How are you doing? Does it hurt or feel uncomfortable?" "What? No, No. It feels fantastic. I like it. Oh." A tremor went through her and Beth said, "For those of you watching, Kelly has started a cycle building up to an orgasm. Let's watch." Beth stood to one side and stroked Kelly's hair and arms. Kelly started to moan and whimper and her ass began to bounce. In seconds, she slowly rose from the stool and her back bent and she came. Her belly rolled and the wave spread over her body. Her eyes rolled back in her head and Beth slowly lowered her back on to the stool. Kelly came down after a bit and said, "I've never come like that. Never. That was outstanding." The woman next to Heather was groaning again. Heather whispered in her ear, "Having fun?" "Yes, oh yes. Big fat cocks inside. I'm so hot, I don't want to stop." "Don't. Lean on me and come all you want. You are getting me all hot too." "Oh." "I want to touch you." The woman looked up and whispered, "My nipples, squeeze my nipples, I like that." Heather moved one hand around in the dark and slid it up under the woman's arm and under her top. A little higher and she found the nipple on the nice round breast. "Yes, squeeze it. Pull it. Oh, nice. Hot, Ummmm." "I have other items even more sophisticated than the one that Kelly is demonstrating so effectively for us right now. As you can see, she has turned the device back on again." Kelly was walking around the room and her hips were jerking slightly as the jolts tickled her. "You will learn to walk without all the body motion and still get off with some practice." Kelly leaned against the wall and came again with a groan. Heather was stroking the nice tit next to her own and wondered what Janet was doing. Turning her head, she realized that Janet was turned slightly away from her and was leaning back on her hands. Her hips were lifting up and down and Heather realized she and a tall blonde woman were fucking each other with a long double dong that had been passed around. Legs in twined, their pussies were pulling on the dong and shoving it into each other as they worked in concert. "Are you having any fun?" Beth was kneeling down by Heather. She noticed that Heather was stroking the breast of the woman next to her, who was in such heat she was moaning to herself. Everyone else in the room was also distracted as they either continued to try her sex toys personally or tried them on someone else. "Yes. I get really hot just from little things, so I never really messed around with stuff like this." "I have stuff that can get you so hot you want to explode. But I never get that far. Everyone always begin's screwing around with the demo models that I can't every show them the rest." "I'd like to see it. It sounds really neat." Beth looked over at the woman next to Heather and noticed she was really getting hot again. She leaned down and began sliding her long tongue into the woman's ear. Her hand stole down her front and she rubbed her clit. The woman gasped and came so hard she expelled the ben-wa balls onto the carpet with an audible thud. Kelly winked at Heather. "Only way I know of to get them back." She went around the room and collected the items, helping women to orgasm if necessary. People began retrieving their clothes and slowly said goodbye. The woman who had been next to Heather, Ginger, came back over to Heather and said good night. She paused and said softly, "I've never had a woman touch me like that. I liked it." Heather wrote down her address at the beach house and gave it to her. "Any time you want to play, a, ball and need someone with good hands, you can use my field." (Ed: Yeah, I know, only a man would say that, but that's what I wrote at 3AM in Italy.) Beth came up and said, "Would you really like to see the other things?" "Yes, and I expect live demonstrations, too. I don't mind if you get a little distracted to get off." Beth grinned. Then she reached inside Heather's top and rubbed each nipple. They began to erect and tingle. "I'll see you at nine tomorrow night. That was something to remember me till then." Heather leaned forward to kiss her and stuck her tongue deep into her mouth and slowly probed each corner. "That's to remember me." The cream had its immediate effect and her nipples were painfully erect in seconds. Beth groaned and rubbed them again through the fabric of Heather's top. "God, kid, those are awesome. I hope we can play a little." The address exchanged, Heather and Janet begged off on Kelly's offer of an overnight stay, but insisted she come for the demo the next night. And she accepted. On the way home, Janet sucked on Heathers now turgid nipples and in the house, they ate each other out. In the morning, they slept late. When Heather awoke, she looked down and her nipples were normal again. And then she remembered. Beth was coming. And they stood promptly at attention again. ------- Chapter 6 The next evening, Beth arrived right on time. Kelly was along, helping haul in a sizable collection of what appeared to be electronic equipment. It was piled in the corner and then they greeted each other and opened a bottle of wine and settled in the living room. There was a lot of light chatter and another bottle was started. "Beth, you really can't expect me to believe that you are going to put that stuff in or on us and we'll think it feels good, do you?" "Well, actually, the answer to that is yes, but I better explain a little." "First, I want to tell you that this is a brand new technology we are going to show you tonight. Some of it was, shall we say "borrowed" from some research programs and put to a better use. At least I think it's a better use! I need you both to absolutely promise me that what we are going to tell you and let you experience will remain totally secret until and unless I tell you it can be shared. I'm very, very serious about that. If anybody finds out about this, many people could go to jail, or worse." Heather looked at Janet and they both nodded yes. "OK, now for the good part. You are absolutely not going to believe what all this stuff does." She was up, setting up boxes, attaching wires. She came back and sat down. "It has become possible to record brainwave patterns that are the result of sexual stimulation. Each person has different patterns, of course, because we all experience sexual excitement differently, and this equipment can pick these patterns out of all the other activity and record it. Later, you can play the recording back and re-experience the same excitement in your mind any time you want. For people with limited opportunities and encounters, they can save the best ones and get off again later. Amoung other things." She sat down next to Janet and showed her a small black piece of plastic with a small wire hanging down and a tape to hold it in place. "There might be a little pin prick on the back of your neck as I put this in place." She leaned over Janet and lifted her hair off her neck and placed the cube at the base of her skull. As she did so, her right breast was hanging right in Janet's face and Janet sucked the nipple into her mouth right through the fabric. "Hey!, We'll get to that in a while." She was laughing as she rubbed Janet's cheek and ear and stood back up. "Now, the first machine we use has to sort out just what brain waves Janet creates when she is excited. I'm going to turn it on and let it start searching. When this light comes on, we need to turn Janet on a bit so the machine gets a good strong signal and has a pattern to record." The light changed and both Beth and Kelly sat down next to Janet and began to lightly stroke her face, hair and neck. In a few moments, Kelly opened Janet's blouse and began to stoke her tits and belly. Her hand trailed down between her legs and traveled over her belly and twat through the fabric. Heather looked at Janet's face and her eyes were now closed and her mouth open, breathing hard. Her head was rolling from side to side slowly and she was mouthing sounds, but nothing was coming out. Kelly kept up the stroking and finally, moved the blouse completely out of the way and pulled Janet's breast into her mouth and stroked the hard nipple with her rough tongue. "Ummm. Jesus, good. Suck me, oh good. Mmmmmm." A repeated beeping from the machine announced that it had isolated Janet's sex pattern. Beth pulled back and said "Now, I put this other chip in the machine and it fine tunes the chip just for Janet. In that way, it becomes her transmitter and receiver." Kelly and Janet were, however, ignoring Beth. Janet was gasping now and Kelly had opened her pants and had her hand on top of Janet's cunt, stoking the swollen lips. "OK, OK. Listen, not to be a rude guest, but Janet can get off later. Pay attention." She gently pushed Kelly back and laughed. Janet was left hanging, her clothing open and eyes a bit glazed. She was rubbing her own nipples in frustration. "Now, as long as we are setting this up, let's record Heather." A similar procedure was followed and this time Beth was very tender and kissed Heather and stoked her breasts. It didn't take much to get Heather really turned on and soon she was panting into Beth's mouth and sucking harder and harder on her tongue. Kelly eased away and as the machine beeped, she completed preparing the new chip for Heather. These chips, about the size of a small finger nail and thin, had an adhesive and were placed on the back of the neck in place of the other larger chip. Kelly and Beth already had chips of their own and put them in place up under their hair. "These small chips are pick up, transmitters and receivers. They send your sexual brain patterns to this receiver over here. I can record all activity received unfiltered onto a laser disk. Later you can play them back and you will experience exactly the same sensations you felt the first time, even if you are sitting perfectly still and no one is around. Last night, I put the chip on Kelly and her little demonstration last night is on this disk." She held up the disk. Kelly looked surprised. "You told me it was for something special, but I never dreamed you were up to this. You little sex freak." "Kelly, now sit back and close your eyes. I'm going to play the disk for you. Tell us what you feel. Girls, be quiet and watch and listen." Beth sat by Heather and put her hand over her shoulder and down the front of her blouse, a finger lightly resting on the top of her nipple, not moving her fingers. Her pear shaped tit pushed into Heather's shoulder, creating warmth that spread down her arm and up her neck. The contact instantly excited her. She looked over at Beth and smiled. Beth stoked her hair and they turned to look over at Kelly. At first, Kelly just sat. Suddenly, her eyes flew open and she jerked. "Ungh. Oh, it's up my ass again. I can feel it up my ass! My butt is trying to suck it in." She looked over in wonderment. "It feels just like last night. Only better I think. I'm not scared of it now." She sat and sweat broke out on her lip. "Now I feel you putting the ring on my clit and locking it into my pussy. Now the butt plug just just turned on the clit ring! It's humming in my ass and my pussy is wet. I can feel it deep inside my ass and now my clit just had a tweak." Kelly was moving her hips and head back and forth. Beth leaned over and whispered, "Here is where she got off, watch." Kelly began to grunt and moan loudly, her hips were jumping and her ass was coming off the sofa and she twitched and jerked. Suddenly, tremors hit her and she came violently, little squeals coming out between gasps for air. It was just like last night, only even stronger for Kelly. Beth reached over and stopped the disk. Kelly slowly recovered and sat back, slightly dazed. "That was amazing. I just had a violent orgasm and never touched myself. But I felt the entire thing." Beth said, "Now for another secret. You can play someone else's recording and the machine will translate their wave pattern into yours and you will feel what they felt. Can you believe it? So if someone else is into kinky sex and you want to experience it safely, you can play their recording and have a kinky sex experience. Let me demonstrate for you." She pushed two buttons and sat opposite Heather and Janet. "I just told it to back up Beth's disk from last night and transmit it again to you two. It can send to up to twenty people at once and record up to ten, each on a separate channel you can play back by itself." The machine clicked and started forward again. "Ready?" Heather sat back and closed her eyes, not sure what to expect. It could all be an act, after all, Kelly and Beth were obviously friends, so they could be... a hard dildo suddenly shot up her ass and she grunted and bucked. Janet too gave a squeal and jumped. Then, there were strong sensations of her clit being pulled and something cold and hard being placed around her clit, pinching slightly. Her pussy lips opened to the invisible fingers and she felt something inserted gently, then she was release. The dildo stayed in her ass and after about a minute, it suddenly began to hum in a way that sent waves of vibrations down through her lower belly and twat. Her cunt was suddenly soaked as she lubricated. Heather was moving her ass against the sofa pillow and moaning. It hummed and she twisted and it hummed and she twisted, trying to affect the sensation some how. Her clit was suddenly tweaked and she grunted again. In seconds, her clit was being tweaked every few seconds and then she could feel an orgasm building. But this was unlike any orgasm she ever had, because she could feel it start low in her belly and build until she thought the top of her head would explode, then it hit and she saw stars. After about a half a minute, the sensation suddenly reduced and she opened her eyes and found herself still sitting on the sofa, fully clothed. And hot and bothered. And her underwear was completely soaked. She stood up and stepped out of it. "How did you like Kelly's little orgasm?" Heather held out her obviously soaked clothing and grinned. "Any questions?" She looked over at Kelly. "Little? God, babe, you come like a freight train. My stomach hurts, I think. I actually saw stars!" Kelly looked very pleased at the compliment. "Well, what do you think of this little toy?" "I'll take two and all the disks you have! How many have you sold?" "None, actually. You and Janet are the first people I have shown this thing to. Well, other than Kelly. It's not actually ready to sell yet. But it's such an exciting toy that I wanted to share it. In a month or so they are going to have put all this gear into a small black box with a couple of buttons that anyone can operate. It took them a month before I got a handle on how to operate it, the way it is. The disks will be made on a small recorder and you will be able to play them back on any laser disk player after you attach a very small box that does the transmission to your chip. A true come and come again as you are set up for any home." "What are you going to do for disks of other people's experiences to sell them?" "That is a problem. Right now this thing is so new that we only have a few disks from the lab, and, frankly, they aren't very exciting. Actually, " she paused, "I was hoping you and Janet would help Beth and I make a few interesting disks and start a library." "God, Heather, you'll be famous." Janet turned eagerly to Beth and Kelly. "Listen, she is about the horniest bitch I ever met. Everything turns her on. All you have to do is rub her arm and she can come. Put her in a strong wind with her boobs hanging out and she'll come ten times before you can even get a hand on her. She has multiple orgasms that can go on for over an hour. And they aren't just little ones, either. She practically has a baby each time one hits her. A disk of her would put her in the hall of fame." Kelly was looking over excitedly. "I'd love to multiple orgasm like that. Would you make a disk for us?" "Only if you all agree to participate." Everyone nodded. "If we are going to make a super disk, I have one other little item we can use." Beth reached in her bag of items and pulled out a small pill holder. She produced a clear capsule and dropped it into Heather's wine. "Let that dissolve for a minute while I tell you what it is. It's a little cocktail of chemicals that will make you feel like you are moving in slow motion. If you orgasm and it takes a minute or so, you feel like it took twenty minutes. You will feel incredibly relaxed and very sexy. You will have very little control over walking, talking, etc., so you only use this if you are with people you trust completely not to hurt you and to take care of you until it wears off. It lasts about four hours at full effect and then slowly wears down. Ten hours or so later, you will be back to normal. It has no side effects. One other thing I discovered by accident. You can completely stop it's effect in about ten to fifteen minutes by taking a couple of aspirin." "This will probably blow my mind, but let's go for it. Put a blank disk in." She drank her wine down and emptied the glass. Beth said, "We better move into the bedroom before you feel its effects." They all moved into the master bedroom and Beth set up the equipment in a few minutes. Kelly moved over on the bed and slowly unbuttoned Heather's blouse and also removed Janet's. Janet walked over and began pulling and pushing at Beth's clothes until they were a pile on the floor. "OK, it's recording. Heather how do you feel?" Heather was moving slowly. Her head moved around toward the sound of Beth's voice and said, "Fiiiinnnnnnnn..." A smile spread across her face and her eyes closed. "She's about as high as she can get. Now, give her a good time but be careful. She's a sweet girl. And tonight, she's going to come until her brains fry just a little. I hope." She moved her bag of sex toys over to the bed and sat down. They lowered Heather onto her back and pulled her blouse out from under her. Janet began licking at the very long nipples and they grew higher and longer. Kelly was undressed and running her hands slowly over Heather's legs and belly. She unbuttoned Heather's shorts and eased them down, exposing a black twat and deep bush of hair. Beth had been excited by Heather from the first moment she had seen her, but seeing her naked with tits hanging out and twat being probed had her wet and in need of relief. She reached into her bag and pulled out a bottle of oil. She guided her hands over Janet's tail and put some oil over her ass. Producing a butt plug, she began moving it around and around Janet's butt hole and Janet began pushing back and gasping. The head eased in and Beth increased the pressure and suddenly, the four inches of it popped inside, with Janet's ass clamping down hard and pulling it in till the butt plug was stopped by the small stopper on the end. The stopper had a finger grip so you could ease it in and out. Janet felt the plug start in and her excitement grew. She sucked harder on Heather's tit and suddenly her ass was full and she groaned. Beth stroked her swollen twat for a few minutes and then produced another butt plug for Kelly, who was humping the bed and rubbing her boobs over the satin sheet. She was sucking on Heather's toes. Heather had a bit drool coming out the corner of her mouth and was clearly trembling. A wave of sexual excitement was moving from her lower belly up to her chest again and again. Beth spread oil and worked it inside Kelly. "Honey, this thing is magic. It can squirm around in you like a wild cock." She touched the switch on it's base and Kelly looked up, eyes hooded shut and groaned. "Oh, my ass, It's fucking my ass. A little cock is fucking my ass. Oh, Beth, I'm so hot." Beth moved between Heather's legs and moved up and down and dragged her swollen nipples over her legs and the sheets. Her excitement rose rapidly. She lowered her head and her tongue came out and she parted the wet cunt lips and began to probe. She was surprised and wildly excited to find the very long clit inside, now standing up. Her tongue worked lower and finally found the depths of Heather's hole. Heather was heavily lubricating and Beth sucked down the juice. Her tongue probed deeper and deeper. She had had an operation to cut the fold under her tongue and she could extend it almost six inches. Almost four inches were up in Heather now and she was bucking off the bed as it probed in and out. Five inches and Heather was clamping her legs around Beth's head and then Beth stuck her tongue in as deep as she could go and began to move the tip around. Heather orgasmed and her muscles gripped at Beth's tongue, pulling it deeper inside, dragging it out of Beth to almost eight inches. She came again, the tongue-cock working around and around and pulling back, only to be sucked back in from Heather's rolling orgasms. Janet moved around and under Beth and began eating her, slowly moving her tongue in and out of her pussy. Kelly found a very large butt plug with a feature for mechanical extension and expansion. Beth's body was shaking and explosive gasps of air were coming from her nose and into Heathers cunt, pushing her clit up and down. Heather came again. She was constantly groaning and giving little squeals of delight. A warm hand traveled up and down Beth's ass and spread oil, stopping to probe and stoke her ass. She came very hard against Janet's mouth. Janet never missed a stroke and kept eating her out and her excitement continued to build again. The hand on her ass was replaced with a smooth pressure against her asshole and the pressure built up and her ass opened and then a dildo was moving up inside her. Four inches went in and she started to shake as Janet's tongue pulled on her clit. Heather orgasmed again and continued to pull on Beth's snake tongue. A finger touched the switch on the dildo in her ass and it began to move like a demon, slowly expanding and contracting and extending out to six inches and retreating in a never repeating pattern. Beth felt the top of her head feel like it would expand and explode and then came again, seeing stars. Janet felt a large dildo move into her twat and a pair of hips and pussy lips press down on her own and she began to fuck back, the dildo moving in and out, swelling slightly from her hot pussy and the pressure from above. Kelly was on the other end of the double dong and rocked in and out, up and down, controlling the speed of the fuck. After ten minutes, Janet's body was bucking and thrashing back uncontrollably. Both Kelly and Janet came together, hips and bellies smacking together. The three of them fell back from Heather in exhaustion and realized that Heather was still heavily in heat. They took turns stoking her and sucking on her breasts, ears, and twat, and she continued to orgasm. Beth became wildly excited again by the sight of this stunning girl in such total sexual abandonment and came again as Janet worked a large dildo in and out of her twat and she sucked on Heathers nipples, moving from one to the other, leaning over Heather so her own large breasts were in her face. Heather began to suck on her nipple and another orgasm started in her pussy and ripped up her back and neck. For over two hours they worked on each other and Heather and finally, amazed at seeing that Heather was still hot and having orgasms, Beth inserted the electronic butt plug and clit ring and Heather began to moan louder and waves of pleasure rolled through her body and orgasm after orgasm ripped through her. Heather was totally wet with sweat and pussy juice soaked the bed under her. It was almost four hours since they had started recording and they couldn't believe that this girl appeared to be going strong. Beth finally turned the disk machine off and slowly they removed the plugs and equipment and Heather began to calm down. In five minutes, she slept. They picked her up and took her to a clean bed, gave her a sponge bath, then covered her exhausted body. They talked in whispers as they worked, amazed at the performance they had all given, agreeing they all had never been so hot in their life. Beth kissed Heather on the forehead and closed the bedroom door softly behind her. Heather was dreaming she was in orgasm heaven. Even as she slept, a stain began between her legs from her moisture. It truly had been a night she would never forget. And she was smiling as she slept. ------- Chapter 7 Heather went back to school four weeks early to take a make up class. The dorm was empty and her first few evenings, she stayed in, listened to the radio and read or studied. Bored by the third night, she went for a stroll and over by another dorm, heard flute music coming from a window. Stopping to listen for a while, the music stopped and a voice from above said, "Hi!" She looked up and saw a face three stories above her looking down from a window. "Come on up and join the party!" It only took a few minutes to climb the stairs and locate the room. There were three girls in the room. A short, thin girl with long blond hair was holding a flute and was sipping a glass of wine. A redhead, in a cutoff t-shirt showing off two nice breasts and cutoff jeans showing off an even better ass, handed her a cup with some wine in it. "Welcome to the den of the lonely hearts club. I'm Jean, our musician is Carol and over on the bed half juiced is Eileen." "I'm Heather. Nice music. It sounded great from out on the quad. Music major?" "No, just a frustrated child of a music teacher. Hard to get it completely out of your system." "What's up?" "Nothing. We were just sitting here complaining about being all sexed up and no boys." "Well, you don't need boys for everything, you know." "Afraid none of us have the nerve to try gay sex." Heather was aware that these three girls were staring at her. "I mean, we all masturbate, right? So that's a girl making love to a girl. If a second or third hand were to get in the act, who would know? Got any more wine?" So the subject of female love was debated. It turned out all three of the girls had incidents at some point in life, so the subject wasn't completely new to them. But none had ever really tried love making with another girl. The wine was poured again and again. "So, we all take a vote. Be it moved that we go to my room, strip naked in the dark and grope each other. What say you all?: Three timid hands were raised, along with Heather's. They all staggered to their feet and, wine in tow, followed Heather over to her room. Door locked, they each took one more good pull on the wine bottle and Heather turned off the lights. With the shade pulled, it was very dark in the room. Heather pealed off her jeans and her top and stood in the dark. Jean giggled. Heather suddenly felt the tentative touch of another hand on her arm and she turned. The hand moved to her breast and pulled back. Heather reached out slowly into the darkness and found the hand and pulled it back onto her breast. It moved slowly over her tit and the nipple began to extend. Another hand moved over her belly and she could feel her excitement growing. She lubricated and the room filled with cunt smell. Reaching out, she found a shoulder and moved a little closer to the other girl. Her hand moved down and found a small but firm breast with a rock hard nipple. The other hand moved down the girls belly and traced the cunt hair. She could hear the other girl's breathing becoming to gasps as her fingers pinched the nipple. Her own excitement grew and the hand on her belly grew bolder and moved down into her bush. She leaned forward and whispered into the girl's ear. "Fuck me with your fingers. I want it so bad. Pull me, fuck me, suck me. Oh, that's good... Mmmmmm... Shit,,,, Oh... Put another finger in... Yessssss... More... Faster... Oh, honey, yes yes yes Oh! Deeper. You... Oh. Mmmmm." Her own fingers were stoking the lips of a soaking wet cunt and she suddenly slipped her index finger into the girls slit and up to the second knuckle. The girl bucked and her hips moved to thrust against the finger. A second, then a third worked in and out and the girl's knees were going. Heather pushed her back and she fell backwards onto the bunk. Heather never hesitated, but lowered her head to the girl's cunt and began to eat her. She cried out softly, but her hips were thrusting and she was gasping for air. "Yes... Yess. Ahhhhh... fuck me. Fuck me. My pussy wants it. Put your tongue in deeper. God. Oh, God. Oh. Ah. Unh. Unh. Unh." She grunted as a heavy orgasm ripped up her back and her belly tightened. Heather was so hot and needed to get off. The girl under her was still moaning and now there was whispering from the other bunk. "That's nice. Lick me some more. Ouch, that hurt a little. Please don't,, Oh, Please, please, Ohhhhhh..." The sound tailed off and Heather could tell someone had just come in the other bunk. Heather sat on the edge of her bed, softly stoking the side and breast of the girl next to her. She was still very hot, but the girl was clearly dazed by the orgasm that had left her limp. A hand touched her shoulder and she reached out and put her arm around her new companion. From the smooth swell of the hips and rounded, hard cheeks, she knew it was Jean, the shapely redhead. "I never ate a girl before." She whispered into Heather's ear, followed by a darting tongue. The smell of the other girl's pussy was still heavy on her lips. "Now I want to suck on one of those great boobs of yours. It made me so hot to look at your tits in the dorm." Her tongue was back, tracing her ear and darting quickly inside. She moved down her neck, tracing the slim line of the throat and down, down into the cleavage between the two swelling globes. Her mouth closed over Heather's right nipple and a tremor passed through Heather. Jean was kneeling in front of Heather, going from one nipple to the other, sucking, licking and blowing cool air on the swollen, extended tips. Clearly, Heather's super long nipples had Jean very excited and her sucking grew more eager. Heather reached down and found Jean's nipples and began to squeeze and twist them gently. But the heat between her legs was growing too strong and her back began to arch. In spite of her own desire to touch Jean, her attention drifted and moans were escaping from her lips. "Suck. Mmmmm. Owwwwww. God, Good. Ungh. God. I'm commmmmmmminnnngggggg." Her hips bucked forward, almost knocking Jean down. Another blast hit her and she bucked again, grunting. In a few moments, her breath came back and she gasped for air. Slowly, she reached out for Jean and pulled her to her feet. In a fog, she leaned forward and buried her face in Jean's bush, level with her head and a little higher. Jean gasped as Heather's tongue found her wet, swollen clit and began stoking it. Her hands grasped Jean's great ass and pulled her cheeks apart and ran her fingers up and down Jean's crack. "Please don't. I never..." Heather's fingers were pushing and probing the tender hole. Her tongue was darting deep inside Jean and then around the swollen lips and back in, pausing to brush her clit from time to time. Heather could feel the girl's knees giving out just as Jean had a massive, groaning orgasm, finally pushing Heather onto her back, with the humping Jean landing on top. It was a delightful introduction into the alternatives open to horny women in a dorm. A little later, they all agreed that in spite of feeling a little uncertain at first about being with other women, they had all enjoyed it and agreed to meet again some time. Jean was the last one to leave. She turned and hugged Heather. "I've never had sex like that with anyone. I feel like I just had the fuck of a lifetime." She kissed Heather deeply and went out, her ass swinging gently from side to side in the too tight cutoffs. ------- Chapter 8 It was almost a month later when a knock on the door one afternoon brought Jean back into Heather's life. "Hi." "Hi. I thought you forgot where I lived." "No. Just very busy with studies. Listen, I've got this Aunt who is kinda the black sheep of the family. You know, into everything, willing to try just about anything? Well, she called last night and asked me to stop over to see her this evening and to bring a friend who, well, is relaxed about things, especially sex. So I thought of you immediately. I mean, are you relaxed!" "What has she got in mind?" "Look, I've been one of her favorite people since I was little, so it can't be anything that would hurt us. She's just not like that. Who knows? Interested?" "Well, it is Friday and I'm done with my studies. Pick me up later." "Great, see you at eight." Eight rolled around and they climbed into Jean's car and drove over to the other side of town to a quiet neighborhood. Parking at the curb, they went up and rang the bell. Shortly, a very pretty woman in her late thirties came to the door. A little on the short side, she was dressed in a sheer top of black lace and black skirt, floor length. Her shape was outstanding, bust held up proudly by a black lace shelf bra that let the nipples peak through. Relaxed about sex, alright. This woman was proud of her body. Her gaze was on Heather's chest as she welcomed them. Jean made the introductions and they went into the front room. Helen, Jean's aunt, said, "Now girls, first I want to let you know that tonight is just an evening of fun, girl style. You might get a kick out of it, or maybe just find it a little strange, but you are both old enough to be let in on some of the better things in life. Jean, since you started growing a chest and those great hips and ass, I've promised myself that if you didn't turn out too constricted by that mother of yours, I'd take you under my wing and show you some things. So tonight is your night. And your friend's as well." She smiled warmly at Heather. "Well, can you tell us about it?" Jean asked. "Some of the citizens in life like their little pleasures and are willing to spend money and time to cultivate them. Well, in this town, some of the women have build a house of pleasure for women only. I happen to know a few of these ladies and have done them a few favors over the years, so tonight, they want to repay me. Anyway, we are going to a kind of sensual pleasure theater. It will be beautifully decorated and we will be treated like queens. Each of us will have a lovely, very personal attendant to take care of our pleasures as the night goes on. We can eat and drink as much as we like and watch sexy movies all night. They tell me when the evening is done, we will have had a completely satisfying and unique time." "This sounds wonderful! I love being pampered." "Well, they do a little more than just pamper you. I think you should both expect a unique sexual experience. Now, before we leave, there is one thing you both must promise. The location of this place and the identities of the people who go there are absolute secrets. You must never tell who you see or where you went." "We promise." So, they locked the door and drove for about twenty minutes to the other side of town to a fashionable neighborhood of older stone faced townhouses. They parked and went up to the front door. They were admitted to a room and their coats taken. A very pretty woman in a stunning gown that barely covered her large tits and was slit up the side to above the waist greeted them. Leading the way, she took them into a room filled with fifteen or so very beautiful women in their twenties and early thirties. Heather looked around in the dim light and realized that all of these women were very scantily clad in see through outfits of all kinds. The woman who had greeted them went over and talked to three of them and they separated from the crowd and came over to them. A very fair blond with a long pigtail down her back, full, heavy breasts held up on a shelf bra and french cut panties came up to Heather and said, "I'm Sue, your pleasure attendant for the evening." She was looking over Heather's figure and smiled. "I'm sure we're going to come along just fine this evening. It'll be a true pleasure for both of us, I'm sure. First, we must get you in some clothes more suited to the evening ahead of us." She took Heather's arm and guided her to another room away down the hall. In the room were racks and racks of clothes. Sue went to the rack and selected a strapless, black felt floor length gown. "Let me help you put this on." She placed the gown on a chair and reached out and started unbuttoning Heather's blouse. As her fingers moved, they deftly and gently explored Heather's front, moving into her cleavage, under the lip of the front of her bra, over her flat belly. A tug and her jeans were loose and her fingers were running over her ass and down her legs, guiding the pants off her legs. "You won't need these." Her panties were off, a finger brushing her cunt lightly and then Sue stood up and moved very close to Heather, her breasts pushing into Heather's as she reached around and unsnapped Heather's bra. As she slowly stepped back, the bra fell and her breasts bounded free, nipples partially erect from all this fondling. "You look good enough to eat." Heather blushed. This girl was getting her hot and they had only been together for two minutes. She stepped into the black gown and with Sue's help, it was zipped. It was a perfect fit, and her breasts were just barely contained by the bodice. Sue reached inside the gown and slipped two smooth, elastic loops over her nipples, pushing them on tightly. They were tight on her nipples, but did not hurt. Heather realized that her nipples were the only thing holding up the front of her dress. The downward drag of the weight of the top of the gown steadily pulled on her nipples, which began to erect. Her nipples were now, clearly visible just below the edge of the fabric, swollen like thumbs. Settling the gown on her involved a lot of gently tugging and smoothing by Sue, her hands moving slowly and surely, touching and pinching. Heather's nipples extended further and she realized that the word pleasure to describe this place was probably an understatement. They stepped out of the room and down the long hall even further to another lush room. As she moved, the front of the dress gave each nipple a tweak. Her face flushed and her pussy began to get wet. About ten women were moving around, each drinking or eating, a personal attendant at their elbow, a hand on an arm, waist or, even under a breast, gently tracing it's curve. The woman had a dreamy look on her face. Heather wanted to stop and catch her breath, but Sue guided her around the room from table to table and group to group. Each time her nipples began to recede, Sue would move on. The other women's eyes were hard upon her full chest, swollen and flushed, nipples extended like proud bows of a ship, trying to push the fabric away and be free. Helen and Jean were no where to be seen. Heather had a drink of some fluid she was handed by Sue and a bit or two of food from a generous sideboard. "We must go now, the movies are about to start. We can come back and eat and drink later." She was led down the hall and Sue opened a door and they stepped into a box facing a large movie screen. By the time they got there, her excitement was causing her trouble walking. The box had a front and two chairs, one slightly off the side and behind the other. Sue guided Heather into the front seat. It was unusual in that it had two curved, cushioned pads for her ass and a raised area in the center, that forced her legs open as she sat. Her feet were raised up about a foot on foot rests. The seat reclined slightly and in spite of its unusual shape, was very comfortable. Her head was back on a soft headrest that curved slightly around her ears. As she looked around, she realized she could see each of the faces of the other women entering and sitting in their boxes, but nothing else. The room was decorated in black velvet. Sue seated herself behind Heather, but her hands moved over Heather's arm and up her neck and began stoking her hair and face. Soon, the hands moved here and there and began exploring her chest, and after five minutes, reached down and lifted her right breast from the gown and released and rubbed the nipple, which grew quickly. Sue's chair was on a track that allowed her to silently slide around behind Heather and to the other side. It was silent and Heather was surprised when suddenly another hand freed her left breast and the gown fell down to her slim waist. Heather, realizing that no one could see her except for her face, did nothing to move Sue's hands, but relaxed and felt the lips of her pussy swell and grow wet. "The movie's starting." Heather was finding it very hard to pay attention to anything but her tingling chest and wet pussy. Sue's long finger nails were biting gently into her nipples and Heather was beginning to groan slightly. "Easy honey, we've got a long evening just starting and we can't tire you out too soon." Heather tried to pay attention to the screen as Sue's fingers backed off and idly traced circles around her nipples and ears. Heather felt the sexual tension building in her loins. The movie started and featured a beautiful young woman, left alone in a big house by her husband. She wandered from room to room and finally ended up in her bedroom, looking out over a garden. The camera focused on her face and traveled over her hands as they slowly unbuttoned the top half of her dress and reached inside. The camera came back to her face and her eyes fluttered and lowered as she became excited from the stimulation. Closing in, her nose flared and small gasps began to be heard. Soft music was playing in the background, barely perceptible. Heather, already excited by Sue's feathery touch, felt her cunt get wetter and wetter and she began to lean into Sue's hand, trying to get her to push and pull at her tits. Sue would deftly move her hand away, but then return in some new place to stoke and feather touch the swollen, eager breasts. The woman on the screen had her eyes closed now, her mouth slightly open, tongue darting just behind the wet lips. The camera panned down and revealed a full breast with nipple erect. A thumb and index finger were pulling and twisting the nipple, pulling it out and up, over and over. A gentle groan whispered from the screen and the hand moved down and began to loosen the last of the buttons. The dress slid off her shoulders and hung for a second on her full hips, slid to the floor around her ankles. Her eyes, unfocused, twittered and fluttered as her hand resumed touching her tender parts. The camera panned down and focused on her hand, which left the breast and traveled down to the top of her bush, in circles. Heather's hips were twitching. She found that the chair prevented her from thrusting forward. Her legs couldn't go together to rub her clit and her hands were seemingly frozen. She was having trouble focusing on the screen. Sue was whispering. "Wouldn't you like her to rub you like that too? Such a hot cunt, look at the come running down her leg. Can't you just taste it deep inside your mouth? Sue is going to get you so hot. So hot. Again and again you are going to come for Sue and beg for more." Heather was sure of that. She already wanted to come badly. But Sue was just starting on her, totally in tune with Heather's rising passion, she would always withdraw her hand just as Heather began to focus on the feeling, starting again somewhere else. The woman on the screen was now leaning against the window frame, head back. The music was becoming stronger, in waves. Heather could feel the music as deep vibrations between her legs. As the music on the screen rose and fell, the vibrations followed. Her cunt was now wide open and pussy juice was steadily pouring out and down her crack and over her asshole. Her clit, ever so long, stood out almost three inches and quivered and pulsed as the music vibrations shook her twat. Each wave took her higher and higher, then dropped her down and left her panting. Her mouth was wide open and she was beginning to moan. From somewhere off in the distance, someone moaned loudly and began to grunt. Sue's fingers continued to stretch and pull the super long nipples, lifting and spreading the full, turgid breasts. The woman on the screen had two of her very long fingers deep inside her cunt and the back of her hand was wet with come. The camera focused on her hips from the side as they began to twitch uncontrollably. The woman was gasping and grunting, her breath catching and her head turning from side to side. The motions of her hips became more erratic. "Please fuck me. I need to come. Please Sue. Please... Ummmm... Oh... Shit, fuck shit oh..." The music vibrations deepened and swelled, stronger than ever. Heather could feel every nerve in her body begin to twitch and jerk. Sue gripped her nipples and pulled them strongly out from her body, twisting the nipples and pulling them together in front of Heather. Sue's head appeared and lowered. The woman on the screen came, shaking and jerking. The camera caught the waves of muscle spasms rolling from her cunt up through her belly, over and over. As Sue sucked both elongated, swollen nipples into her hot mouth, Heather felt as though a thousand volts of electricity flashed through her cunt and she came. The second orgasm hit her right behind the first and then a third. Sue continued to suck. The vibrations between her legs grew stronger. Her straining clit was poking the dress and the friction was causing her to twitch. The last orgasm shook her and she grew faint, with grunts and gasps. The waves of pleasure swept her body and her back arched. As it released her, she passed out. Sue slowly released the swollen nipples and gently caressed the beautiful breasts, then pulled the gown back up into place. The swollen, long nipples were too long to fit, so she put the elastic loops back in place and propped them over the top of the dress, there for all to see. This girl was beautiful and very desirable. And had the best tits she had ever sucked. Sue, always turned on when she volunteered to be a pleasure attendant, found this girl was making her very hot. Her turn would come soon enough, she hoped. As she waited for Heather to become alert enough to walk, she took her long braid and began to brush it over her own alert nipples, down her pulsing belly and between her legs in a random pattern. The ends felt like dozens of feathers on her skin and pussy. Her own hips were twitching and her eyes were closed when she suddenly realized that Heather was watching her. A little confused, she blushed and, with shaking hand, began to help Heather out of the chair. Heather leaned over and sucked each of Sue's nipples deeply into her mouth and then bit down gently with her teeth. Sue gasped and put her hand behind Heather's head and pulled her away. "That's my job." She whispered. "And you do it better than anybody who's ever had me. I'm not sure I can stand up." Sue slipped a hand under her arm and they returned to the social room. All of the women were flushed, sweaty and their eyes were slightly glazed. Heather spotted Janet, who was staring at her exposed, long nipples. Janet leaned over and whispered, "I just had a fucking orgasm that almost killed me. This little honey here started sucking on my tits and then put ice cubes on them and I almost passed out. God, this place is fantastic." They both spotted her aunt at the same time and she came over to them. They were both surprised to see that her dress had dozens of slits all over it. As she walked, almost her entire body became visible in flashes. Heather saw that she was full hipped and had a dark, black, very bushy cunt, which was glistening from come. "How is my favorite niece and sexy friend coming?" "I almost shit a brick I came so hard", she whispered to Jean, I love this place!" She looked admiringly at Jean's body, one partially exposed breast and nipple sticking out proudly. " Can we come back sometime?" "The evening is young. Don't worry about now. You can come again as many times as you like." Her attendant had her hand inside the back of her dress and a very wet finger slid into her ass. She gave a grunt and her eyes closed. "I can see that Cleo here wants me to come right now, it seems." Cleo leaned against her and slipped her hand inside the front of the dress and slipped three fingers inside her wet pussy. As the fingers in the front and back worked in and out, Jean shook and within fifteen seconds, came with a grunt, hips bucking. Face flushed and breathing hard, she smiled at them and whispered, "One of you may have to drive home. I think Cleo is going to fuck me to death. She is one hot, sexy bitch, don't you think?" Her eyes got all dreamy and she drifted away. They both noticed that Cleo's hand never came out from the rear of Jean's dress. Finger still stroking her asshole and her pussy beginning to twitch again, Jean was led back to the movie theater. The whole time they were talking to Jean, Sue had been rubbing Heather's ass through the dress and her own asshole was twitching. Sue whispered in her ear. "I think we need to fit you up for the next movie." Sliding her hand through a hidden slit at the waist, a finger moved down Heather's still very slick crack and a finger began probing against her wet, slippery asshole. "Yes, I think we better make sure I'm full before we begin." And smiled at Sue. The movie room had the heavy smell of hot pussy still filling the air. Sue helped Heather into the chair and arranged the bottom of her long dress down and over her feet. The hump in the center seemed to push up into her still wet and swollen pussy even more than it had before. She wiggled her hips slightly and sighed. After that last orgasm, she wondered how she got hot again so quickly. She tried to see Sue, but after a brief brush of her cheeks and a check to see that she was comfortable, she seemed to have left her alone for a moment. The movie screen flickered and soft music began to play in her ears. She had finally figured out there were speakers in the wraparound headset by her ears and some sort of vibrator in the seat hooked up to the sound system to generate very low frequency sounds in sync with the music. The vibrations were just perfect to set her pussy and clit on fire. Her nipples were hard again from the walk down the hall, but Sue had left them proudly suspending the front of her dress and the elastic had them captive in a tight, but comfortable grip. As she breathed, her nipples were pulled down slightly and then they popped back up, the front of the gown rasping gently against their ends. Each time, a tingle went down between her legs. She could feel her clit starting to erect and wetness flowing down her crack. Her mind was already getting fuzzy. The movie screen lit up and another scene started. The same woman as the last movie, in a very sexy, tight outfit, was seen opening the front door and greeting another very pretty, well built woman who was obviously a friend. They started a little chit chat in low voices. The woman's husband had called and would be gone another week. She was lonely and invited the friend to stay the night. They moved her into a bedroom and decided to go out for dinner, so they changed and left. "Heather. This is Sue." Over the speakers, she could hear Sue talking to her. "I'm down below your chair a little and you can't see me. I'm going to touch you and didn't want you to be scared. God, your hot pussy smells so good. I can almost taste you in the air. Honey, just relax and enjoy." Sue's feathery touch began to trace circles and gentle patterns on her lower legs. Slightly startled to have Sue talking to her, she relaxed and turned her attention to the movie. They were in a nice restaurant and a couple of guys were trying to pick them up. They had some drinks and left alone. Sue was rubbing and stoking a little higher now, up her thighs and lower legs. She returned to her feet and moved her hands over each ankle, tightly, and returned to tickling. Heather suddenly realized that her ankles had just been bound to the footrests and she couldn't move her legs at all. The foot rests moved a little more apart, opening her up to Sue, now stoking everything up to her pussy and ass. She was beginning to lose focus again. The women on the screen returned to the house and made drinks and sat and talked. "Hi." Heather realized that Janet was next to her. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the red hair, tossed around the pretty, flushed face. "I just needed a rest. Betty, my attendant, just ate me out so good I was shaking and blacking out. She suggested that I watch the movie with you for a few minutes. Where's Sue?" "Around somewhere. I don't know what she's up... to." Her voice was very unsteady. "I know what's going up you, little Sue's hot wet tongue. Janet can't hear me. Pretend everything is normal. God, what a gorgeous clit. When he made you, he gave it all to you." Sue was talking again. The center of the seat Heather was on slowly dropped away, leaving her sitting on two very shape-fitting pads that held each cheek, leaving her pussy and asshole completely exposed to Sue below. Her long dress completely hid Sue as she now began to trace her crack. Heather was beginning to breath very heavily and Janet began to study her face and heaving chest. "You are getting hot watching the movie. Heather, you look so ready to be fucked." She looked around and couldn't see anything, and watched the screen and then Heather. Heather started to groan very slightly. Sue was now licking her ass and crack, probing her asshole and stopping just short of going up her. "Boy, this movie is really getting to you." "Uh, yes. I guess it is. Unnnnnn." She was beginning to loose control. Sue was probing with the tip of her tongue and sliding a finger up and down the lips of her pussy. Janet reached around and cradled a breast, stoking it and pulling it sideways. The elastic stretched and pulled the nipple the other way. Heather gasped. Janet's tongue explored her neck she sat back down. The women on the screen had changed for bed into very sexy nighties that barely covered anything. They were chatting about college. "What are you doing for sex while Bob is away?" "I masturbate a lot. It helps, but I'm always horny anyway." "I know. In college you used to get off at night and I'd lay awake and watch you and get so damn hot." "I never knew you watched. I'm not shy, why didn't you let me know you wanted to watch. I always thought a lot about trying sex with you, but were afraid you'd think I was weird and stop being my friend." "I never would have been able to tell you that then. Too inhibited, I guess." "I want to masturbate for you now. Let's make up for all those horny nights so long ago." They kissed and she began to rub her titties. The other woman stood up and peeled off her nightie and sat down with her titties hanging in the other woman's face. "So you can see how hot I get watching you." The woman leaned forward and sucked each boob, then returned to rubbing her own. Her eyes were already closing. Her nipples were hard and she pushed her top off and sucked on the other woman's tits some more. Both were breathing hard. Heather was grunting. "Ungh. Ungh. Ungh." It was a low whisper of a grunt. Sweat was beading on her forehead and upper lip. Janet was stoking and pulling on her breasts, the dress now back down around her waist. Sue was licking up the cunt juice pouring from her as it trickled over her asshole, then stopped to push and probe with her tongue each time. She replaced that with rubbing a dildo with a soft end like a small plum. Soon, she pushed and it popped inside. Heather jerked and moaned. Every so slowly, the dildo was worked in and out and finally, her ass sucked it in, six inches long. The butt plug stopped it and Sue was pulling gently on the finger ring, her ass trying to keep it inside. The battle went on. "I told you we'd fill you up. Your ass is so pretty. I love fucking it." The whispers were in her ears. "Now I'm going to eat you honey. Try not to let Janet know. I'm leaving the mike on so you can hear me. Ummmmmm. " A tongue washed over her pussy lips and Sue sucked and pulled her pussy. The women in the movie were sitting apart, one deep into the throws of the buildup to an orgasm, the other watching, her face flushed and her tits swollen and turgid. The woman began to moan and whimper, crying out as the passion lifted her higher and higher. Janet's crotch was soaked and Heather kept getting hotter and hotter. She sucked on her tits and kept pinching and pulling them. Every sucking and wet sound Sue's mouth made on her pussy as she ate her with abandon that played into her ears. Heather's eyes closed. Sue felt Heather go rigid and plunged her tongue in a full four inches and whipped it around. The woman on the screen cried out and began pumping her hips uncontrollably, her hand stoking her clit. Her friend was gasping for air as her own passion began to build with the smell and sight of this coming woman right in front of her, only inches away. Heather came in a violent wave, then came again. Sue kept sucking and in minutes she came again. Janet groaned as her friend trembled over and over and groaned and whispered. "Shit, oh, I'm commmmm... Oh, Oh, more, more, it's... Shit, My clit. Suck, ship. Unnnnnn. UNNNNNNNNnn. Unggggggg..." Janet came, her hand stealing to her crotch. A single touch and she exploded inside. The booth was awash in cum as they groaned and moaned. Sue gave Heather one more orgasm by pulling her clit into her mouth and lashing it with her tongue. Then, began gently bringing her back down, stoking her legs and ass. Releasing her ankles, she came back up into the booth. After Janet calmed down, she whispered to Heather "I never saw anybody get that horny from a porn movie. You are the best. They kissed and Janet left to return to her own booth. Funny, in spite of all this very active sex, she never felt more rested or energetic in her life. Sue helped Heather up and Heather realized she still had the dildo up her ass. Dress in place, they faced each other and Heather deeply kissed Sue, rubbing her nipples and reaching down and stoking her cunt. Sue needed relief, but Heather stopped and led the way down the hall. Dress pulling on her now tender nipples and ass full of dildo. By the time she reached the meeting room again, she could feel herself getting hot again. Her hair was wild around her face and she felt like a wanton, sexed up bitch. Sue caught up and began tugging on the dildo as they walked. God, if she kept that up, she'd come right in front of everyone. Sue thought to herself, of course, that's the idea. ------- Chapter 9 In the rest room, they all had drinks. Sue gave her another drink of the bitter potion she had had earlier, then washed it down with orange juice. In a few minutes she began to feel her energy returning. Sue was very hot, but restrained herself from letting Heather reciprocate here in the room. She gently touched and patted Heather, occasionally touching the didlo in her ass and giving it a tweak or two. Once, she pulled it out over an inch and let it go. Heather, jerked and her ass tightened as she pulled it back inside. Sue led her over to a side room and closed the door. Lifting Heather's dress, she produced another fat, short dildo and a waist chain and as Heather opened her legs, slid it into her very wet cunt and attached the waist chain, pulling a third chain down through and attaching it to the asshole finger ring and the pussy dildo. Lowering her dress, she instructed Heather to walk around the room. As she did, the swing of her hips pulled at the dildos, pulling them out slightly, then pushing and popping them back in a rotating circle. In seconds, she could feel herself get even hotter. Sue led her back into the room and slowly walked her around the room. The dildos were pushing in and out and going round in rhythm and different directions, giving every nerve in her ass and pussy almost constant strokes. Heather began to groan and tremble. Her eyes were blurred from the strong emotions rippling through her ass and pussy. She tried to stop walking, but Sue guided her on, stoking her ass and side. Hot come was flowing down her legs under the long dress as she lubricated uncontrollably. "Sue, I'm going to come right here in front of all these people. Please let me stop. Oh, God. Unnnnn. Ungh. Mmmmm. Ownnnnn." She was about to go over the edge when another woman came over and began talking. Sue was forced to let Heather stop walking. Heather's eyes were glazed over and her breathing was coming in short gasps. The other woman was still talking. "Heather? It is Heather, isn't it?" Heather's head began to clear and the voice began to come through. It sounded familiar. As her vision cleared and focused, she realized the woman in front of her was her art professor, Traci Henderson, from the college. She suddenly felt embarrassed and nervous. She was standing in front of one of her favorite people with her chest hanging out, dildos up her ass and twat, hotter than shit and struggling to keep from passing out from the sexual tension. "I didn't realize that students knew about this, well, this place." "We, I mean, I didn't. A friend of mine had an invitation and she invited me too. I've come to see why it's kept such a great secret. Are you a member?" Now the professor looked nervous and hesitated. "I wouldn't want anyone to know this, you understand, but yes. I joined several years ago. I can't afford to come often. Pardon my pun! I meant come here often. I guess that's an oxymoron as well!" "Well, I'll never get a chance again, I'm sure, but I'm having such a fantastic time, I'll never forget this night, I'm sure Sue will be sure of that." "Come along." Sue had begun to move her along and the dildos began to work their magic again. In just a few steps she began to find it hard to concentrate on what Traci was saying. Traci was looking at her and from the trembles rippling through her, realized that she was very hot and about to come. She slipped one hand under her other arm and helped Sue support her. She'd dreamed about sucking her wonderful boobs and pussy. "Let me help you." Traci whispered in her ear. She barely heard her, her head was spinning as her cunt and ass took control of her. Heather gave a deep grunt and stumbled as she came. Her knees buckled under her and only Traci and Sue kept her from falling. She shook and moaned. Traci found a way to fondle a breast as they held her. It was as firm and desirable as her dreams had inspired her to believe. Teaching with this girl in the front row each class was a major effort of self control. More than once she had to change her panties after class as she got hot and lubricated. Sue said, "Another movie is going to start, we have to come along now." Traci removed her grip reluctantly and watched Heather walk away slowly, Sue in attendance. Heather looked back and gave her a shaky grin, her hips already causing her pussy and ass to pump and twitch as they rounded the corner out of sight. Traci's attendant took her arm and they went off in the other direction. She triggered the vibrator strapped to Traci's cunt and clit and before they reached the other side of the room Traci came. Recovering and gaining her senses, she slipped a deft finger up her assistant' ass and they left the room, hips bumping and twats soaked with come. They returned to the booth and Sue carefully removed the dildos from Heather, who had come again in the hallway. Heather faced Sue and, very gently, removed her bra and panties. She kissed her very gently on the lips and began kissing her and rubbing her tits and side. Sue was shaking, hot with desire. Heather worked each nipple and finally, began sucking on each one, pulling it gently into her mouth and running her tongue around it. They were hard as bullets now and Sue was close to coming. Heather lowered herself onto her knees and, kissing her way down her belly and to the top of her bush, began to run her tongue into the top of her twat and giving her clit a probe and lick. Sue cried out, gasping each time Heather did this. Her head was back and her back arched and she came. Heather held her pussy against her mouth and continued to suck and probe. Sue groaned and orgasmed again. "Suck me honey. Gooooooood. Oh. Gooooood. Mmmmmmm. Unnnnn. Unnnnnn. UNNNNNNN. Ungh Ungh Ungh." She was coming again. An entire night of servicing Heather's hot pussy, ass, and tits had worked her up hotter than anything she had every experienced. Heather finally guided her to a larger overstuffed chair that had been placed in the compartment, and they stretched out in it, intertwining their legs, chests pressed together, heads together. They stoked each other as the movie played, coming from time to time as the stoking became more intense. When morning came, they returned to the social room and Heather was able to dress to leave. She gave Sue her address and, against the rules, Sue gave her her's. And with a final, deep kiss for Sue, Heather, Janet and Jean left in the early dawn. Back at the dorm, Heather collapsed and slept twenty four hours. She dreamed about Sue. ------- Chapter 10 It was three weeks into the school year and the abnormal heat wave was continuing. Heather was taking art again as the last subject of the day, long after her other classes were over. It became clear from the first day of the semester that Traci, her professor, the was trying to get her attention. Heather had made it a point to sit in the first row. Traci was starting to wear very sexy clothes to class. Low cut blouses and short skirts to show off her very long, tapered legs and nice ankles. Her chest was full and was the billowy type that shimmered as she walked, each boob taking on a life of its own as she moved. Heather noticed that from time to time Traci would walk around with a bounce in her step that was a little more than absolutely necessary, particularly right in front of her seat. She would cast sideways glances at Heather to see if she was looking, which of course she was. Heather did in fact find Traci very attractive and a turn on, but was unsure how to proceed, given this was her professor. Finally, she decided that if Traci was going to tease her with a tits and ass show each day, she could play the game as well. She'd see just how hot she could get Traci and try to force her to make the first move. The next day, having planned her approach, she wore a very short black leather skirt and a very shear pullover top that just barely covered her uplifted boobs. Over that, she pulled a blouse. In art class, she unbuttoned the front of the blouse, but kept it closed. Traci arrived in her hottest outfit yet. It was a shear white silk blouse that bordered on being transparent except for two strategic pockets that were mostly failing in their attempt to cover her ample chest. Her dark nipples were still faintly visible. She had on jeans that were skin tight, sat low on her hips and were creased deeply into her crotch. The boys in the class were whispering amongst themselves even more than usual. Heather, as usual, found Traci's bouncing breasts turning her on as Traci walked around getting ready to lecture. Finally, she came up to the podium in front of Heather, gave her a warm smile and started class. About ten minutes into the class, Heather casually pulled her blouse back to reveal to Traci her own wonderful, firm tits, swelling against the straining fabric, separated and surging out, offering themselves to Traci. Moments later, looking up from her notes, Traci caught sight of the straining tits only four feet from her. Her heart skipped a beat and she lost her place in the lecture and fumbled around for her notes. Memories of how that wonderful tit had felt in her hand a few weeks ago during that chance encounter came flooding back. Heather leaned forward to block the class's view and began to trace her finger round and round her nipples. Soon, they were swelling and sticking up. Traci, trying to keep her composure, began to talk a little faster and her voice went up slightly in pitch. Soon, Heather had both tits standing up like miniature mountains and she leaned back and took a slow deep breath. They seemed to open up and reach out to Traci, who was in deeper trouble now, constantly loosing her place and having to repeat herself. Heather continued to pretend she was taking notes and hanging on every word. Traci had a line of sweat standing on her lip and her hand was shaking slightly as she continued to lecture. Try as she might, her eyes kept coming back to Heather's chest like a magnet. She suddenly realized that her own nipples were very tight, and glancing down, saw that they were sticking out like thumbs, dark and now very visibly tenting through the sheer blouse. Her pussy was also swelling in response to her growing arousal and even the slightest movement in her jeans was now rubbing her turgid clit, sending waves of heat through her belly and electric shocks up her spine. She was shifting from one foot to the other, her clit responding with waves of pleasure. Boys in the back of the class were staring now at her chest, their own cocks beginning to strain in their jeans. Concentration on book art in the class was going down rapidly, that was for sure. The other girls in the class could sense something was going on, but didn't know what. It was clear that the teacher was really putting on a real show up front. Heather continued to casually tease her nipples when no one was looking, arousing herself mightily in the process. The minutes ticked away and the class stumbled from one artist to another with Traci starting and stopping. About one minute from the end of the class, Heather leaned back in the chair, slid down slowly to the end of the seat, and, with Traci now staring, slowly opened her legs. Her skirt had slid all the way up to the top of her thighs. As her legs separated, the fact that she wasn't wearing underwear became instantly visible. Her own swollen twat separated and the lips opened out like the petals of a flower, offering her juicy wet pussy to Traci. Her clit, swollen magnificently to over two inches, lifted into full view like a young boys cock and stood proudly, twitching as sensual shocks traveled back and forth up Heather's spine. Traci looked down at Heather's cunt, opened to her and began to stammer and babble, her concentration finally totally blown. Her notes were a blur to her and she just stopped talking and stood trying to shuffle her notes and regain control of her swimming senses. The bell sounded and the students packed up and left, looking wonderingly at each other and shaking their heads. Heather quickly pulled her blouse together blouse and stood up, books held strategically in front of her. As she walked by Traci, she gave her a warm smile, a wink, and bounced out of the room. Traci stood rooted as though transfixed. Moments after Heather left, and still planted at the lectern in the now empty classroom, she continued shifting from one leg to another with her clit on fire. Her belly tightened and her breath caught in a grunt and she came, head down, nostrils flared, hands gripping the edges of the lectern, eyes closed. Hips jerking spasmodically to the waves of lust pulsing through her, she came twice more in rapid succession, her crotch turning dark with come as it poured from her, as it always did. It was another ten minutes before she gathered herself together well enough to pick up the scattered papers and walk back to her office. Heather headed for the nearest girls' room and let herself into a stall. She got herself off twice in seconds. Yes, two could play this game. The only question was, who was winning? Heather only teased Traci once or twice after that. Heather was always able to get the upper hand and once Traci had to end the class early to hide her arousal. The effect was that Traci rarely wore super revealing clothes to class anymore and things settled down to a uneasy truce. But Traci never made the move Heather hoped for. In the Fall, Heather came into the upstairs art studio late one Saturday to work on a painting. Traci wandered in and, spotting Heather working, came over. There was tension between them, but Traci did nothing overt. Heather ran out of paint and Traci volunteered that she had some more in the center drawer of her desk and Heather should help herself. The other students had packed and left by now as Heather went up and reached over and opened the drawer. Spotting a tube of paint, she stretched over to get it, but it slipped out of her grip and bounced under the desk too far for her to reach. She went around and found the paint had gone all the way to the very front of the desk, which was an old wooden one and was solid to the floor on the front and sides. Heather got on her hands and knees and went under the desk to get the paint. At the precise moment Heather ducked under the desk, Traci had come over and went around to see what was going on. Just then, the head professor of the art department came in with a tall stack of folders under his arm. A crotchety man, not very attractive, Traci was terrified of him. He twice had suggested she was entirely too casual in her relationships with her students, wore suggestive clothing, but had stopped short of actually suggesting she had affairs with them. She didn't know if her actually had any evidence about the affairs, but she HAD been dressing very erotically all semester. As he had great power within the faculty, she didn't dare do anything overt to antagonize him and force the question into the open. In a split instant, Traci feared that if Heather came out from under the desk, the professor would have what he thought were the goods on her. Traci pulled up her chair and slid up to the desk, trapping Heather underneath. In the suddenly dim light, Heather could hear the professor's voice and sized up the situation quickly. He was saying they were going to have to go over all these folders and no, they couldn't do it later. It had been put off too many times. Heather, realizing they might be hours, noiselessly twisted herself into an Indian squat, facing Traci, head down slightly. There, she was facing directly into Traci's twat, totally exposed to her because Traci had slid in with her legs open to allow room for Heather, and now, couldn't possibly close them again. In addition, Traci had pulled herself up tight to the desk to block any possible view the old man might have underneath. She could feel Heather's breath on her thighs and, in spite of her instinctive fear of exposure, found her pussy tingling. It was almost ten minutes before Heather finally succumbed to temptation and the warm smell of a hot pussy and began to slowly stoke Traci's legs with her fingers. Traci began to panic at the thought of this young girl playing with her lower parts while the professor was at the desk, but could think of no way to stop it without exposing herself to his wrath. She steeled herself and tried to concentrate on what he was saying. Heather could smell the rising punk of Traci's hot, wet pussy and realized that Traci had no underwear on and she could see right up her short skirt. A wet, swollen pussy with a mass of dark hair was hiding up there, waiting for her tongue. Heather set about inching up Traci's skirt so she could have access. Traci tried every way she could to stop Heather, but slowly the skirt was moved up and her pussy more and more exposed. Traci was beginning to feel more aroused and could feel herself beginning to lubricate copiously from the feel of Heather's hands and her cool breath on her cunt. She slid up to the desk even tighter to be sure the professor couldn't see, which made Heather's task even easier. This had the additional effect of placing her full billowy breasts out and on top of the desk and gapping her blouse further open to reveal a startling amount of cleavage. The top button strained to contain the weight. In her hopes to attract Heather, Traci had unbuttoned even more of her top buttons than usual to expose her chest in a peekaboo style. Now, her chest was pushing the cloth to one side. Only the merest sliver of fabric now covered her nipples. The professor, never having approved of her dress style, never-the-less had to admit the woman had a very sexy shape, far better than any woman he had been with. As he put down a folder they just finished with, his eye caught sight of her boobs, straining out to him, just inches away from his finger tips and his pulse quickened. What could this woman be thinking? Surely, she knew he had tried to have her censured for her inappropriate dress. But, he said nothing and picked up another folder. He would ignore this breech of decent standards and demonstrate appropriate behavior. Traci was unaware of her now exposed boobs, being totally distracted to events below the desk. Heather inched forward slightly and began licking and biting on Traci's inner thighs. She slowly worked her way up each leg, alternating, until she was just a fraction of an inch from this wonderful, swollen pussy, now very wet, just waiting to be eaten. Traci braced herself for the next step, a hot tongue on her clit, but instead, Heather worked her way downward again. Soon she started back up and Traci found her arousal beginning to grow in leaps and bounds. In response, her boobs were swelling and the nipples hardening and extending. This was putting even more strain on the flimsy fabric and a button gave way gently, one nipple partially exposed itself. The professor was now all too aware that the woman sitting opposite was in an increasingly aroused state, her breathing becoming shallow and irregular. Her chest was flushed and her nostrils were flaring, eyes half closed and a dreamy look kept crossing her face. Then, he spotted the exposed nipple and his semi-erection became even harder, pulsing as it slid down his pant leg, past the end of his boxer shorts. It was oozing drops of thin lubrication down his leg, but he didn't notice. Traci gradually realized through her growing lust that the professor had stopped speaking and was staring at her. "Is... some... thing... wrong?" She found she had trouble putting the words together. Heather was within a half inch of her cunt and her breath was hot on her wet pussy lips again. If that girl didn't stick her tongue up her soon... A shiver went up her spine and her breasts rippled and jiggled. The professor found it hard to tear his eyes away from her. Finally, making a mighty effort to rise above it all, he said, "No. Let us continue. Are you feeling all right?" "I've never... felt... more aware... of... how... nnn... I... feeeel... in... a... very... long... time." She ended in a gasp and her eyes half closed again. A look of shear lust crossed her face. Heather was slowly licking the cunt lips, up and down, licking up the copious fluid flowing now from Traci's well. Traci's lower half was developing a life of it's own, twitching and pumping in reaction to the nerves being set on fire between her legs. Tremors were racing up and down her spine. She was leaning forward even harder against the desk, trying to control her body movements. The only real effect was that both of her breasts were now completely exposed, nipples swollen and erect, pulsing erratically in rhythm to the pulses flying up and down her backbone. The professor was now fully aroused from all the action. The smell of this woman in heat filled the room and the heat in his groins swelled to the point almost of pain. In spite of his attempt to stay detached, a hand strayed down to rub his erection. This had to end, but he didn't know how. The woman was clearly very hot and getting hotter, but had made no sign to him that he was in any way to be involved. She apparently was having some sort of sexual spell and was completely aroused. His own lust was answering her's. Traci was being whip-sawed as Heather's tongue continued to trace the swollen fullness of her pussy. Heather was hot herself and soon began probing with her tongue deep into Traci's hole while a hand down her jeans found her own swollen clit... "Unnnnnnnnn...", Traci tried to make sense. "What did you say?" "I. I... said... Nnnnnnnnn. NMMMMMMM...", she felt herself ooze into the tunnel of sensations that meant she would pop out the other side in orgasm. Unlike a man, there was no way to pinch off the flow and block it. The professor's hand stayed in place and picked up speed. Traci could feel her back beginning to stiffen. Her breasts were shimmering and shaking as the muscles in her body trembled and shook. Her breasts lifted clear of the desk and separated, offering themselves out to him, waves of jiggles bouncing them around as her body shook and trembled. Heather had no where to move, but her pussy was soaked and on fire. She could feel the orgasm building in her cunt as her clit shot sparks to her brain each time she stroked it. She got two fingers inside and began to pump her twat. Her own body wanted to release, but she fought it. Traci knew she was going to come and Traci gave up the fight as Heather's tongue hit every nerve that counted and Traci stiffened as the moment arrived in a rush. Her flat stomach rippled as she went out of control... Her eyes were shut, mouth open, head now back, hands gripping the edge of the desk. His eyes moving between the bouncing tits and the lustful look on her face, the professor's hand moved faster and faster, his cock feeling like it would explode from the tension. Her lower half was now rigid and then it hit her, rolling from deep inside, pumping wetness out onto Heather's waiting tongue, rolls of passion flowing up her belly and bouncing her tits in a wild pattern. "Ughnnnnnnn. Gunnnnn. Gggnnnnn." She grunted and moaned softly, completely unaware she was making noises. Under the table, the cunt spasm that grabbed Heather's tongue set off her own orgasm and she shook and moaned very quietly into Traci's cunt, which blocked the noise. His rock hard, straining cock could take no more and it exploded down his leg, again and again. The professor was shaking and trembling, his hand still stroking the pumping cock, eyes fully on this totally sensual, exposed woman. He himself had never been so hot in all his life. Heather's tongue worked even harder and before Traci could come down from the first orgasm, she was thrown into another, even stronger than the first. "Goooooddddddd. Ung. Ung. MMMMNNNNNNn...", she was sweating and shaking, her ass bouncing on the seat, thrusting into Heather's mouth. The professor calmed down and was shocked to find he had just jerked off in front of this still climaxing woman and was now in an unseemly state, with his pants stained dark with running come. The woman was still in an eyes-closed trance of lust, shaking and moaning, apparently having one orgasm after another. Seeing his chance, he quickly picked up his papers, held them in front of his now limp cock and large wet stain, and departed as quickly as he could. Traci was unaware he left, being deep into a third orgasm that hit her, moving up her spine and exploding deep in the base of her brain. She groaned loudly, stopped breathing, and then, passed out. Hearing the professor depart, Heather finally stopped and managed to push the chair back slightly on the tile floor and crawl out. The professor was no where to be seen and Traci was sprawled in her chair, her chest out and hanging down below the desk, blouse open, unconscious. Heather straightened Traci up, sucking hard on each nipple, then buttoning her blouse and pulling her skirt down. The bottom of the skirt was a pool of pussy juice. She lowered Traci gently onto the desk on folded arms, picked up her things and left the classroom. Traci awoke shortly and tried to figure out what had happened. Heather was gone and there was no sign of the professor. She could only fear the worst. How could she have let this happen? She departed knowing she must have lost her job, but in the next few days, the professor's attitude toward her had apparently totally changed and she found she now had a strong ally in the department, exactly the opposite reaction she expected from him based on her behavior. And she still hadn't found a safe way to seduce and bed Heather. The hot little bitch had now made her come in her class and then taken advantage of the situation to eat her out right at her desk right under the eyes of the department chairman. More than ever, she was determined to fuck her before the end of the semester. Every time she day dreamed about Heather, her nipples hardened and she heavily lubricated. Now a hot, wanton woman, she went from day to day conspiring to fuck her. Her turn had to come soon. ------- Chapter 11 Jean came by a week later and they chatted for a while and went to a movie. At the end of the evening, she finally broached the subject she had really come over to talk about. "Listen, my younger sister Betty is here at the college this year, a freshman. She's pledging one of the sororities and they have to go through hell night in a week. It's one of those things they do to scare and embarrass them. In this case, they are a pretty straight house, but hire a bunch of local lesbian housewives to come in for the evening and, well, they blindfold the girls in motel rooms and these women come in and make love to them. Most of the time the girls are OK afterwards and everyone has a good laugh, but as far as I know, my sister is pretty straight and I think it's going to freak her out. I thought, maybe we could take some of the shock out of it if you were to, well, take her out and show her it's not so bad and make her more at ease about it." "Well, I can at least meet her and see if she wants to talk about it. She could always not pledge the place." "She feels she has to go through with it or Mom would be mad at her." Two nights later, Traci waited in the student union and soon spotted Betty looking around for her. She waved and Betty headed over toward her table. Betty was a blond and very pretty. In spite of being in jeans and a sweatshirt, it was obvious she was at least as well built as her sister, with even bigger tits and just as tight an ass. They introduced themselves and chatted about school for a while. "My sister said you might be able to give me some tips to help me get through hell night." "Well, it depends. What is it that bothers you about it." "I heard. Well, I heard that they do perverted things and make you feel like you want to die afterwards. I'm not sure I want to do this." "Well, I think it all depends on what you consider perverted, I guess. Why don't we go somewhere else more private and talk." "O.K." They went over to an apartment rented by a friend of Heather's, who had gone out for the night. Heather opened a bottle of wine, poured two glasses and handed one to Betty. Betty got right to the point. "I've never had another woman touching me, you know, I mean sexually. I just never did anything like that before. I'm not sure how I'd react to someone, I mean a woman, doing things like that to me." "Have you ever touched another woman in a sexual way?" "No, never. I mean, Several of my girl friends have fooled around a little at sleep overs, but I never got involved." She drained her glass and poured another one. Heather said. "If you want to go through hell night, you have to be at ease with being touched a little." "I don't know what to do. I just don't think women are supposed to be like that with each other." "Look, I think I know a way to get you more at ease. Do you trust me?" "I think so. I mean, I don't think you'd hurt me. My sister said she considered you very close and I respect her opinion of people." Heather started going around the room, turning off the lights. Finally, she turned off the last one. It was very dim in the room, but she could see Betty sitting on the side of the sofa. She came over and sat next to her. "I want you to undress me." "What?" "Take my clothes off. It'll help you be at more at ease." Betty hesitated, but finally, fortified a bit by the wine, she put her glass down and started to unbutton Heather's blouse. She eased it out of Heather's jeans and slid it down off her shoulder and off her arms. Heather had on a blue lace teddy and her big tits were straining at the top. Betty was a bit surprised at the large tits in front of her and even more surprised at her sudden arousal from seeing them, but tore her eyes away. Her jeans came next and Heather stood up to help her, her flat stomach and pussy right in Betty's face as she worked at the snap and zipper. Easing them off her hips, she slid them down to the floor. She hesitated. "Now the teddy." Heather whispered. Betty slowly reached in between Heather's legs and found the snap. The heat from Heather's pussy was hot on her fingers as she fumbled and released the bottom of the teddy. Standing up, she eased the straps off Heathers shoulders, then, her hands shaking a little, slid her fingers alongside Heathers breasts and pulled them free. Now she really stared. They were almost as big as her own, but rode even higher on her smaller frame, making them seem even larger. They had large, swollen nipples, uplifted on the ends. Her face flushed, but she eased the teddy down off Heather and then she was naked. Now they stood, Betty finding it hard to take her eyes off Heather's tits. "You have a great shape." "You mean I have great tits and you wonder what it'd be like to touch them." "I don't...". It was true, she did want to touch them, and felt very confused. "Yes you do. It's perfectly OK. I don't mind. Play all you want. I think it's healthy to like someone else to think you're sexy and want to play with your body. My tits just love being rubbed and I do it to myself all the time. Don't you?" Betty bit her lip as she tentatively reached out and ran a finger over the swell of Heather's right breast. It was as firm as it looked. When she reached the nipple, Heather sighed and Betty looked up. Heather's eyes were closed and she had a dreamy look on her face. Betty began running her fingers and then her palm over the wonderful breasts. Heather's breathing was getting ragged. Betty was surprised to find herself even more turned on. Finally she stopped and Heather opened her eyes. "Now it's my turn." Betty trembled, but did not stop Heather as a finger began tracing the heavy fullness of each breast through the fabric, finally circling each nipple until it began to tighten and stand up. Betty's breathing began to tighten. Heather said, "Now, let's get rid of the sweatshirt." She reached down and peeled it off over her head, then sat back down. Her fingers now traced the same curves on the bare skin and Betty felt her chest beginning to tingle and the nipples ache. After several minutes, Heather began to lightly pinch and pull on each nipple and Betty gave out little moans, in spite of herself. Her eyes were still closed. Heather stopped and Betty finally opened her eyes. Heather handed her her wine. "Well?" "I did like that, I must admit." She laughed softly. "If that's all they do, the worst is that I might get turned on. Hell, I can handle that." "Well, they probably will go a little further than that. And you should be prepared. Let me show you." She leaned forward slowly and pulled one of the still swollen nipples deep into her hot mouth and sucked gently on it, running her tongue around it and over the sensitive tip. The warm wetness of her mouth and the pulling and rubbing hit Betty in little shocks between her legs. In seconds, she was lubricating again. Her hand came up to move Heather's head away, but the sucking continued and instead, she found herself pulling Heather into her swollen boob and closing her eyes. God, this felt sooooo good. Heather was leaning her head back, pulling the heavy breast up and away from Betty by the swollen nipple, now trapped in the wet suction of her mouth. Betty could feel her twat tingle and she shocked herself by beginning to moan loudly. Heather then moved over to the other tit and then began giving each equal time. Betty got more and more turned on. After a few minutes and with a great effort of personal control, she pulled back. Betty was trembling and had a dreamy look on her face. She opened her eyes. She whispered, "That was VERY nice. Gosh, I wish boys knew how to do me like that. All they do is rub them a few times and then want to screw. Well, is there anything else they could do? I mean, I don't want to be surprised and grossed out." She pulled Betty's head down and said, "Suck on me." Betty didn't hesitate, but pulled a nipple into her mouth and pulled. She wasn't sure how to do this right, but was gentle and used her tongue like Heather had on her. Every since she had exposed Heather's chest, she had surprised herself by wanting to suck on these nipples. She was surprised and fascinated at the nipple growing longer and longer in her mouth. "MMmmmmmm. Goood. Ohhhh, suck it a little harder. Thhaaatt'ss reallll gooooood. Mmmmmmmm. Ohhhhh..." Heather was beginning to babble a little as Betty's now very eager mouth pulled her nipple out to full length and then washed it over and over with a hot raspy tongue. Betty could hear Heather beginning to gasp a little and finally stopped, staring at the two inch long nipples pointed out at her. She eased forward and her own tight nipples rubbed against Heather's. She rocked back and forth and from side to side and they rubbed against each other. "Our boobs are hot for each other. Our nipples look like little cocks. Mine have never stood out like this. They hurt a little, but this feels good." Heather found this sudden eagerness not exactly what she had expected. "Is there anything else they might do to me? I mean, as long as we've gone this far, we might as well be sure there isn't anything else." Heather stood her up and unsnapped Betty's jeans and pulled them down. Betty stepped out of them. Heather slid her finger around the top of her panties and slid them off, brushing her pussy with a finger. Betty stiffened. Boob sucking was one thing, put fooling with her twat was a little beyond the point she suddenly thought she was willing... "Sit down" She sat. Heather began rubbing the inside of her thighs while looking straight into her eyes. Each rub brought her closer to Betty's crotch and Betty began to anticipate what was going to happen next. And it did. Heather let her finger lightly touch the twat and then began to trace the lips, already slightly wet from Betty's arousal. Betty's hips jerked and began to try to thrust at Heather's finger. Her pussy was on fire from the first touch and Heather began to push a finger between the lips and was met with hot come, soaking her fingers. Betty moaned and gasped. She was always a little horny, and now she was being finger fucked by an expert. "Oh, my. Oh, my. I need to... Ohhh... Mmmmmmm. " Heather's finger slid up into a very tight twat to the second knuckle and began working in and out. "Yesssss. OH. YESSSSS. Fuck it, Fuck it." She had her hands on Heather's shoulders and got hotter and hotter. She had leaned back on the sofa and now Heather was leaning over her, two heavy breasts hanging in her face. She added another finger and Betty groaned loudly. "Oh, Heather, please make me come. I need to come. Pleeeeease. Oh. Oh. " Heather went to her knees and replaced her finger with her tongue. Betty was shocked to see Heather go down and start to eat her, but the first rasp of her tongue on her aroused clit drove her even deeper into her passion and her back stiffened. Heather grasped her hips and drove her tongue deep into her, flipping the tip in circles as she went in and out. Betty was humping and shaking, falling back against the rear of the sofa, her head back, back arched and ass coming off the seat. "Gunnnnnnnn. Suck... Oh, shit. Fuck... fuck... FUCK I'M COMING... !" She humped and came into Heather's mouth. It was followed by a second orgasm. Finally, they stopped and Heather sat by her side, sipping on her wine and stroking Betty's arm. Betty sat up. "I. I guess I got carried away." She couldn't look at Heather. "Did you enjoy that?" "Yes. No one's ever made me come like that, ever." "Well, that's the worst they will do, as far as anyone knows." "You mean, make me come like that?" "Yes." "I won't have to, well, do that to them in return?" "I doubt it, you'd have to cooperate too much for that to happen. They can do you, but you don't have to do them, if you know what I mean." "But, I mean, maybe they could make me. I think I should be prepared to do it." "Well, like I said, I don't..." "I'm not taking any chances." She pushed Heather back and went to her knees. "They could make it a test or something." With only a moments hesitation, she parted her legs and went up between them. She stared at the damp twat in front of her, closed her eyes and eased forward, tongue out. The sensation was both pleasing and wetter than she expected. But she worked at it eagerly and soon Heather was gasping and humping against her mouth and tongue. "God, Betty, you are sooooo goooood... at... thissss. Oh. Mmmmm. Mmmmmmm. MMMMMMMM." She humped harder and harder and came, waves passing up from her cunt to belly. Betty, her unusually long tongue deep in Heather's twat, felt the muscles tighten around her tongue and try to pull it inside. She was barely able to keep up with Heather's uncontrollable humping and thrusting against the passion in her cunt. The sudden large flood of come was unexpected, but she swallowed it all. She finally pulled out and looked down at her tits and found herself very aroused again from getting Heather off. "Look at my tits, shit, I'm horny again." "I know, it always gets to me too. And with girls, there's no waiting." Heather leaned her back and ate her again, very slowly. This time Betty started to whimper and moan, legs wrapped eagerly around Heather's head, holding her in position. Then, finally coming with grunts and a shriek, a copious discharge shooting into Heather's mouth, eagerly awaiting it. The rest of the evening went quickly as they drank more wine and played with each other some more. They parted with a kiss and Betty made it into the sorority with ease. She complained and bitterly denounced her experience to all the other pledges and sorority sisters, but then snuck over to Heather's dorm room and told Heather she had gotten the other woman off six times in two hours and came four times herself. She still had the woman's come stained panties as a prize, pulling them out of her jeans. Heather laughed, locked the door and stripped her pants off and they ate each other for two hours until Betty had to stop from shear exhaustion. From then on, her sex life took a decided turn upward. She had never anticipated her Freshman year would be quite so active, or different. Heather bought her some Ben-Wa balls and taught her how to use them. Jean commented that Betty had never smiled so much and that she was glad that the talking to that Heather had given Betty had helped her so much. Yeah, Heather thought, I gave her a real tongue lashing. ------- Chapter 12 It was near Thanksgiving that Betty and Jean both invited Heather to join them over the holiday at their Mom's house. Their mother was divorced and lived alone in a big, rambling house. Neither Jean or Betty knew that Heather had slept with both of them and Heather, in her usual private way, did nothing to pass that information on. As a result, the ride in the car was pretty plain fare as the conversation stayed to boys, school and music. Nobody dared make a move. Just as they were about to enter the house, Jean took Heather off to one side and said, "My Mom's kinda overprotective, so expect some mothering. She's always been very liberal in her views, so just about anything goes in this house. I guess I mean, don't be surprised by her. She'll do anything for you if she likes you and I know she'll love you. Come on, lets get you introduced and settled." The opened the door and were greeted by a much younger woman than Heather expected. Neatly dressed in a tight sweater and very tight jeans, she had an excellent figure, very pretty face and thick and long dark red hair, like Jean. It was very easy to see where they had gotten their great bodies and hair. "Mom, this is Heather." "I'm so glad you could come home with the girls. I've so wanted to meet the woman whom I've heard so much about." "A pleasure to meet you too. Your daughters are really good friends of mine. Thank you for the invitation. With my parents away, I expected to be lonely over the holiday, but you've saved me from all that." Heather was given the large guest room right next to the master bedroom and the other girls went to their rooms over in another wing of the house. It was a beautiful room with it's own TV, VCR and a library of movies, books. Briefly scanning the collection before she left the room, she notice it leaned heavily to porn, both soft and hard and she had never heard or seen most of them. Dinner was casual and then they all went out to a movie and back home. Carol, the mother's name, brought out a large bottle of wine and poured four glasses. "To our new guest on her first night." They toasted. The talk turned to every subject and finally sex. Heather was surprised at how casual everyone was about it and was a little nervous that her name might come up, but Jean and Betty talked about boys and some light flings instead. It was a particular point that Heather never had luck attracting boys, since she dressed down and was very quiet and kept to herself. Occasionally, however, one of the girls would catch her eye and smile knowingly when they thought no one would notice. Once, Heather thought she notice Carol glance over at her curiously, but if was only for a fleeting moment. They all were a little tight when they headed for bed. Heather took a hot shower, dried her long hair and settled down in her room. Finding herself relaxed, but not sleepy, she popped one of the porn movies and watched. It started out with a new, cute guy, moving into his new apartment and a very cute girl spotting him and offering to help. He had a very nice build and had a tight t-shirt and jeans on. She helped carry in a few packages and they chatted and smiled at each other a lot. Later that night, as he finished taking a shower and was putting on his jeans, the doorbell rang and when he answered it, it was the girl from upstairs and two others, introduced as roommates. They had food, wine and beer and had come to welcome him. As their coats were shed, he was treated to three very sexy outfits and lots of exposed skin. One in particular had small breasts, but the were almost completely exposed in a very low cut t-shirt top. Another had very large breasts that were moving heavily under a lose fitting half top that flashed the lower half of them every time she moved. The third was in a halter that lifted and framed her nice breasts, exposing just the top of each nipple. He was having a hard time keeping his eyes off them as they spread the food on some boxes and everybody had some wine. The movie cut ahead and one of the women was standing behind him and they wanted to know what he wanted for desert. He smiled and reached out and pulled her down to him. She laughed and pulled her top aside so he could suck her nipple. They got him to his feet and pulled him out into the middle of the room so they could get his pants off. As they moved them down off his hips, a very nice, hard cock lifted clear and the girl in front of him began to lick and suck on it. Another was rubbing her breasts on his back and he was kissing the third. His eyes closed and as all the sucking began to get to him, the woman giving him a blow job turned around and backed into him. A hand reached out and guided the stiff, throbbing prick into her waiting channel. With a wiggle of her hips, she backed onto him in two lunges. His hands moved to grip her hips and the camera showed the lust on her face as his cock began to pump her strongly. Shortly, he moved to rubbing the pussy of one and kissing and rubbing the breasts of another. The moaning was getting louder and the fucking got stronger and stronger. The woman came with frenzied humping. She had a lustful, almost tortured look on her face as she twitched and shook. He pulled out and pulled the woman next to him onto the floor, he lay on his back and the woman mounted him in a sitting position. She began to slowly roll her hips in a circular motion. "This is a good one. Now watch how hot the other woman gets as he eats her out." Heather was startled to realize the Carol had entered the bedroom from the joining door and was standing behind her chair. She swivelled around and said. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. I'll turn it off." She was a little embarrassed to be caught watching the movie by the girl's mother. "You don't have to stop watching. And you didn't embarrass me, honey. Keep watching. Look. Doesn't she have beautiful full breasts? Look at them sway from side to side as she rocks back and forth. There, his tongue just went up in her. Look at the bitch start to heat up. You can see him whip her clit and see her jump. God, Heather, she is so hot now. Her nipples are hard. See her hips starting to jerk around. They can't fake that. She's getting done sooooo good." Her voice had dropped to a whisper. Heather was surprised at the running commentary as Carol looked at the screen. She moved up alongside the lounger and perched on the arm, leaning back and putting her arm up behind Heather's head. The chatter continued, and Carol's voice began to show she was getting very turned on. "Oh, she's getting it now. See her lick the sweat on her lip? I'll bet she's just dripping gobs of hot come into his mouth. The one getting fucked is going out of her head. There, oh, see that big cock going in and out of her? He must be in eight inches and she is humping like she wants to ram it up to her throat. She's starting to come... Oh... she's coming..." Carol was breathless. Her hand had drifted down on top of Heather's head and was stroking her hair. She was already turned on by the movie and this warm body stretched out next to her was adding to the effect. One of Carol's large tits was exposed as the wrap fell away. The nipple was turgid and the breast swollen from her rising passion. Heather looked back to the film, trying to keep from staring, not sure how to act about this. "Now, eat her. Really give it to her. That's it. So, hot. Tits bouncing. See her want to pull on her own tits but is crazy with need so she can't concentrate. Hips thrusting. Oh, her pussy is so hot now. He must be in her three inches with that tongue. Look at the lust on her face and her nipples come up. Now... she's going to come... deep... commmming... there she goes... commmmmmingg... oh...", she was breathless, whispering. The woman on the screen moaned loudly over and over and jerked back an forth, head back, spine bent stiffly. Heather needed to get herself off to relieve herself from the deep arousal she felt in her cunt, but didn't dare touch herself with Carol there. Frustrated, she sat quietly. The first woman pulled the still hard cock out of the second woman and began to suck it. In seconds, he shot a large squirt of cum deep into her mouth and she swished it around and swallowed it. The next shot was treated the same, but she kept the rest in her mouth and then kissed the big breasted woman and they shared the cum with their tongues, deeply french kissing with cum running out over their lips. The movie ended with the three leaving and kissing him goodbye. "Oh, dear, why can't men eat and fuck like that in real life? I'll never know. That one woman is a hot bitch, don't you think? I'll bet she could fuck him to death and still need more. Why, did the movie get you hot and bothered, dear?" She was staring at Heather's large, erect nipples, intrigued by their extraordinary length. "I'm sorry, I always get real horny watching these things. There's never anyone around to solve that problem, either." "You come with me young lady, I have just the fix for your problem", she laughed lightly. She walked out of the room and Heather hesitatingly followed her into the master bedroom. Carol walked over to a dresser and took out a box and went over to the bed. "Don't be shy, come get in bed and meet Fred." Heather sat on the edge of the bed. The top came off the box and out came the largest single dildo Heather had ever seen. Top like a small tomato and a twelve inch, thick shaft, it had a small wire coming out of itat the base. The wire ran to a control unit of some sort that Carol took out of the box. The box on the floor, she turned to Heather and said, "Meet Fred. You've seen dildos before?" "Yes, of course, but not one so large." "Don't worry about that. Fred takes some getting used to just this first time, but then, well, he'll make you want to come all night. This control box let's him do all kinds of tricks. Now, let's get you comfortable. You aren't embarrassed, are you?. We have no secrets in this house and we don't tell tales either. We just have a good time." She re-arranged the pillows and pushed Heather back so her ass was lifted onto a pillow and top slightly lower. Her legs were open and tits shifted slightly to each side. She could barely see Carol, who had moved around to the end of the bed. Carol's head appeared between her legs and the lights dimmed almost to dark. Heather felt the head of the dildo begin to rub on her inner thighs, already tingling from the anticipation. Carol began her by now familiar steady narrative. "My, what a beautiful cunt you have. And you are randy too, from the look of the come wet hair and pussy lips. Fred is going to be very nice to you. You smell so sweet, I'll bet you taste delicious. My, you are already running onto the sheet. Such a waste." She ran her finger over the sheet and lifted it and put it into her mouth. "Ummmmm, yes, your pussy juice just as sweet." She was looking down at her twat and now the head of Fred was passing over and around her twat. "Fred takes a bit of patience to arrive. He wants to fuck your little pussy, and he is starting to go inside your dark hole." Heather felt the head of the dildo begin to part her twat and the pressure increased as the large head moved harder and harder against her. The pleasure was great, but just as it became slightly uncomfortable, the head passed inside and her twat closed on the only slightly thinner shaft. The large head was now in the pleasure canal, pushing her parts aside. "Ohhhhh. That's... fuck... Oh... it's big... ohhhhh..." "Beautiful. Fred wants to show you his tricks now. You won't mind if I lay beside you and teach you all Fred's tricks, will you?" Carol slipped off the wrap, exposing her luscious body. She slid up and sat indian style next to her, control box in hand. Heather waited in anticipation, beginning to feel that this unusual woman clearly had the situation completely in control and wasn't going to let her go until she had been properly fucked by this mechanical monster. Her pussy was straining and stretching to accommodate it's size. Her clit was pulsing. Carol moved a switch and suddenly, the dildo head expanded slightly, then the swelling moved down the shaft in a rolling effect. As the swelling rolled downward, she tingled inside and her twat tried to grip the dildo, As a result, it moved slightly up, deeper inside, giving her a deep sensation of pleasure between her legs and up her belly. "Ohhhhhhmmmmmmmm..." The dildo, repeated the motion. "Ohhhhmmmmmmmm..." "Fred smells your hot pussy and wants more. He's going to go up inside you to places you never dreamed could be fucked." Heather's hips were trying to thrust against the slowly penetrating tool. As six inches disappeared Carol pushed another control and the head of the dildo began to revolve slightly in a random pattern, leaning from one side to another. The sensations of it moving up deeper and deeper were intensified by the extra motion. "Is your twat excited?" "Oh, gosh... that's... so gooooood. It's fucking me... Ohhhhh..." Her hips were lifting. Now it was in seven inches. Slowly, it wormed and pushed against the resistance deep inside. Heather was beginning to quiver and tremble as waves a passion rolled from her cunt and through her body. It was flooding her mind. Carol's voice came from a distance. "It's a nice slow fuck like you've rarely ever had, I'm sure. No man could do this. Oh, dear, you are very hot. My nipples are hard just watching your lustful body be fucked. My cunt is wet and wants to be fucked. Oh, your nipples are so hard. Your pussy smell fills the room. You fuck so beautifully." Eight inches. "Unnnnn. Unnnnn. Ughnn... I... fuck... shit... I need to cum... oh... oh. oh... oh... Carol, I need to cum... I can't stand this... make me cum. please ohhhh... UMMMmmmm..." "You will cum soon. I will help you." Carol's mouth closed over the long nipple and Heather whimpered and babbled. Nine inches. Her hips were thrusting and shaking, jerking to make Fred move faster, to fuck her harder, but it continued its methodical assault and her passion continued to build to a peak she couldn't believe. She needed to cum so badly. Ten inches, it's advance was to the very depths of Heather's belly and her groaning became louder and louder. As her back stiffened, it arched off the bed. Fred was in almost eleven inches, worming and pulsing and her cum was pouring out around it. She pulled Carol's head down harder onto her tit. "Make me cum! Make me cum! Please! I can't stand it! I'm going crazy. Please." Her voice was desperate. Carols finger brushed another control and the dildo began to vibrate quietly, it's pulsations traveling through her groin in waves. Her breath caught and the orgasm hit her and she lifted ten inches off the bed. Carol was biting and sucking. She drifted from one orgasm to another for over ten minutes until Carol stopped the motion and sat stoking her arm and side. Heather found it difficult to clear her mind. Just as she began to focus on Carol's face, the dildo started again. "Oh. No. I can't... All done. I'm awash in cum. Exhausted." Even as she said it, the heat in her loins grew and she began to twitch and react. "The evening is young, dear. Here, suck on me a little. You've made me so hot. Ummm..." Heather found the heavy breast in her face and the nipple brushing her lips and her groin spasmed with pleasure and she pulled the nipple into her hot mouth. Carol gasped with pleasure. This time, the dildo went even slower and Heather took even longer to cum, almost passing out from the endless passion that stretched every nerve in her body for minute after minute. Carol was now stroking her own pussy and Heather was pulling alarmingly hard on the nipple from reflex, lost in her own passion. Just as Heather started to twitch on the very edge of another orgasm that refused to release in her, Fred suddenly flooded her insides with a hot strong discharge. As the hot sensation rolled through her belly, she released, groaning very loudly deep in her throat. If her mouth hadn't been full of breast at the time, she could have been heard all over the house. Carol was very hot and she reached down and stoked her clit rapidly and came, her flat stomach rippling with waves of release. Her own discharge flooded the bed beneath her. Seconds later, she came again. Some minutes later, she removed Fred, carefully wiped it off, refilled it from a special bottle of fluid and replaced it in the box. She carefully helped Heather back to her own bedroom, tucked her in bed and gave her a big kiss. "I really don't know how you girls stand being in school and being so horny all the time." Heather gave her a small smile and was asleep instantly. This was not exactly the kind of mothering she thought Jean had meant, that was for sure... Both rooms smelled of sweet hot lust as Carol changed the sheets and spread out. Yes, her daughters did have a very good friend. And about the best breasts she had ever sucked. The next day was the holiday, with a big meal to prepare and guests, mostly aunts and uncles. After dinner, they all spread out through the house and Heather, away from her family, found that she felt lonely and not very much into things. She drifted back to her bedroom to find a good book. She pulled one down, a translation of an 18th century fornication book and headed for a chair. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a small package neatly placed in the middle of the pillow. Under it was a note. "I suspect you'll feel a little lonely with your family gone on the holiday today. Here's a little something I picked up years ago over in the Orient that might help get you through this or any lonely day. Please keep it as a gift. Sweet dreams." It was signed Carol. She opened the package and inside were a beautiful set of large very large Ben-Wa balls and a device that was a four inch flexible wand with a slim stopper attached crosswise on one end and a round metal ball about an inch in diameter on the other. The flexible wand was bent in a curve about thirty degrees toward the front. A brief set of instructions was included. Intrigued, she closed the door to the room and went into the bathroom for some oil. Returning to the room, she pulled her skirt down and eased her panties to her knees, then stepped out of them. Spreading oil on her asshole, she followed the instructions. She started by probing her hole until the muscle relaxed and then, placed the ball on the shaft against the opening and began to apply pressure. Slowly, but surely, her asshole opened and after a half a minute, it popped inside with a small sucking sound. Rotating the slim stopper so the curve in the shaft leaned the ball toward her belly, she slowly eased it inside until the contoured stopper was firmly up tight and trapped in the crease between her tight cheeks, all but unnoticeable in that position. Aside from the mildly pleasant sensation inside her ass of the heavy weight stretching her rectum, she found as she stood up that the shaft stayed firmly in place as she stood and moved around. Sitting down, she oiled her twat and, after warming the Ben-Wa balls in her hand, inserted them slowly, one at a time. She closed her legs and picked up the directions. These heavy, hollow balls were so large that she felt distinctly stretched and aware of pleasant tingling in nerves deep inside and around her pussy. She pulled her panties and skirt back on and just as she started to read the rest of the instructions, the door to the bedroom popped open and Carol stuck her head in. "Oh, there you are. We're playing a game in the family room and need another player. Come, be my partner." Well, she couldn't just say excuse me, I've got my pussy and ass stuffed full of the sex equipment you gave me, so, walking slowly toward the door, she smiled and said, "Let's show them who's boss." As she walked down the hall, the heavy balls pressed against her insides and bounced and swayed inside, producing a growing arousal in her twat. The ball and shaft in her ass were almost unnoticeable. She wondered how that was supposed to work. So far it wasn't doing anything that she could notice. They sat around a table and began to play a board game. Most of the group was trying to also watch a football game behind them on the TV, so the game went in fits and starts. She tried to experiment with the equipment inside her, but the chair only allowed her a small movement, so the Ben-Wa balls only moved a very small amount, nice by itself, but hardly something to get her really hot. Then, by accident, when she got up to get more popcorn, it felt like the rod in her ass was slipping slightly and she instinctively tightened her ass muscles to hold it. Unexpectedly, this tipped the rod and ball tipped forward, stretching her rectum forward against space between the metal balls in her vagina. The top ball was pushed up away from the bottom one and the bottom was shoved down to put more pressure on the opening, sending a very strong tingle through her twat. Surprised by all the action inside, she relaxed as the tingle spread up her belly. This allowed the rod to move back and the top ball slid heavily down her tunnel and strongly bumped the lower one, triggering another tingle even stronger than the first. It was like having a three ball billiards game going on inside with her cunt as the pocket to shoot for. All this happened in the three steps to the kitchen and she stumbled slightly, paused to catch herself and made it into the kitchen and back to her seat without anyone noticing the little smile on her face. In the minutes that followed, she found by experiment that she could simply tighten her ass, totally unnoticeable to anyone else, even Carol sitting next to her. And the motion inside her was repeated, now even stronger, because the sitting position lined her vagina up a little better. As the balls separated and moved together, she found her lubrication increasing rapidly and her pussy swelled, increasing the pressure and pleasure even more. In five minutes, her mind was clearly no longer on the game. Her pussy was on the verge of taking control of her lower body and her nipples were hardening. "Are you all right, dear?" Carol leaned over close and almost whispered. No one else at the table was paying any attention. "Mmm. Ah. Excuse me, what did you say?" She had to force herself to pay attention. Heather clearly had a dreamy look on her face. "I said... Oh, I guess you found my little present?" "Yes, I did, just before the game started. I'm sorry, I didn't have time to remove them before you came in." "Well, let's not get carried away with the family here. You have a lifetime to enjoy them." "I won't. It's very nice. Certainly does perk up a boring day." They both laughed and the game went on. Again and again, Heather would start the motion and just at the point of beginning a drive to an orgasm, she would force herself to stop and let her nerves settle down. Carol, sitting so close, could smell her young, hot pussy and was turned on by it, but tried not to show it. Jean and Betty would occasionally catch the dreamy look on Heather's face and glance at each other, but no one else paid attention. They knew that look. Heather seemed to be very turned on, but how? The heavy sweatshirt she had on hid her swollen nipples. On about the fifteenth time she started the balls going, before she could stop herself, her lower body began to take control. The strong wave of pleasure in her pussy would make her ass tighten, triggering the reaction over and over. It was like her ass and pussy were talking to each other and went into automatic without consulting her. In less than a minute, Heather knew she would orgasm and couldn't no longer stop it. Her belly was tightening and twat pulsing, wetness now spreading widely over her panties. She gripped Carol's leg and tried to push her stiffening back into the chair to brace herself. When it hit, it was a beautiful, powerful, smooth orgasm that sent tingles down to her toes and tips of her fingers. Fighting for control, she suppressed a strong urge to groan and moan. She trembled slightly and the waves rolled out of her twat and up her belly and tightened her chest. As it passed, she settled down and casually looked around the table to see if anyone had noticed, but they hadn't. Actually, Jean and Betty had, but pretended they didn't. And Carol, of course. "You handled that very well. You'll find you can do that all day long if you like. I need to go put mine in. We'll be a real dream team then." She quickly left the game table and returned five minutes later. Jean and Betty watched her leave and wondered about it. As the afternoon went on, both Heather and Carol would pause from time to time as orgasms took them, then, breathing slowly to regain control, continued to play the game. Jean and Betty were incredulous that their mother and friend were both sitting at the table apparently getting off in public. More amazingly, now one else seemed to have noticed, they were so distracted by the game on TV. Carol seemed to be having orgasms every three or four minutes or so, much quicker than Heather. Then, toward the end, Heather found that her ass and twat were learning to begin the automatic response almost immediately, so she too began to come quicker and quicker. Soon, she was barely coming down from one orgasm when the next would build in her belly and take her. Her mind struggled to stay with the game. They finally lost and the game broke up. Heather quickly made her way to her room and removed the equipment and changed her soaked underwear. She washed off the equipment and carefully packed it in her bag. She was already thinking of how to get off in art class in front of Traci. That would have her hopping. Jean popped in. "God, were you just getting off out in the family room? I mean, how were you doing it? Nobody was touching you." She didn't know how to mention that apparently her mother was also doing it. Heather took out the box and showed her the equipment and explained how it worked. Jean was intrigued and before she left the room, Heather helped her to insert the rod and balls. Then, tightening her ass as instructed, a sudden look of astonishment and pleasure crossed her face as the motion inside produced its effect. After five minutes, her ass went into overdrive and her pussy had her humping the edge of the chair. As Heather put her arm around her, she began to build toward an orgasm. "I think I'm... goinnggg... tO... C.O.MMMM!" She shook and moaned loudly. "UUUmMMMMMMMMmmmMMMm." Calming down, she took the empty box and walked slowly from the room. "I'll bring them back later. I may be late for dinner." She left, balls swaying inside, clit extended and pussy wet and pulsing. She just made it into her room when another orgasm hit her and her knees buckled slowly and she ended up kneeling on the floor, hanging onto a chair. Yes, she would DEFINITELY be late for dinner. Later that night, tired from eating all the food and having such an active life all day, Heather headed back to her room. Showering and putting on a see through nightie. Then she picked up the book she had chosen to read earlier. It was actually a very good translation. A young maiden was taken to her Aunt's in the city for a visit. A comely wench, described as having flowing dark hair to her waist, trim waist, very large bosom, slim hips and nicely turned legs, her Aunt took her under her wing and began to introduce her to city life. Her version of city life, at least. It seems the Aunt was partial to female lovers and as the innocent niece was taken from party to party, she began to experience sexual assaults of various kinds. Her Aunt responded to her fears and questions about what was happening as things to that all women should expect to happen and enjoy as one of the pleasures that life in the country could not offer her. At the first dinner party they attended, the niece, Bibi, was dressed in a fine gown of the period, heaving breasts almost totally exposed, waist finely drawn, with full skirts. At her Aunt's instructions, she left off the balance of her undergarments. The night air on her rarely exposed parts was tingly and pleasant. At the dinner party, all the guests were female and dressed in all sorts of beautiful gowns. She notice that as the women talked, they held hands, or caressed one another's waist or arm. Finding that the women she was introduced to were friendly in this way, she thought nothing of it and joined in as well. The constant rubbing did produce a warm feeling between her legs that she liked. Dinner was served and it was a multiple course meal in a room lit only with several candles. In the middle of the second course, a brief breeze stirred her skirts under the table, then stopped. Moments later, a warm hand gently grasped her ankle and she started. Remembering that her Aunt had always instructed her to be a lady at dinner and mind her manners, she tried to hide her obvious agitation. "What's wrong, dear?" Her Aunt leaned over toward her, smiling at her hostess. "Nothing. I... I found my dress caught for a moment." "Remember what I told you, a lady never makes a scene, never. Now enjoy the dinner and show the other guests you know how to behave like a real lady." The warm hand was sliding up her legs and pushing her skirts ahead of it. It was soft and caressing and actually felt nice, but she wondered what was happening. Who was this under the table? Looking around the dinner table, she noticed an empty chair and remembered that the woman who was sitting in it had been particularly friendly before dinner. Her hands had not strayed from Bibi's for more than a moment or two after they were introduced. Could it be her exploring her lower half? It was producing a most wonderful feeling in her twat. As the hands approached her, the tingling and ripples increased and she found her breathing becoming shaky. She could feel hot breath on her legs. Her head began to swim with the pleasure coming from her cunt. The plates were taken away and the light chit chat at the table continued. Bibi found her face blushing and her chest heaving as the pleasure between her legs continued to grow. In fact, her bodice was barely able to contain the swelling of her breasts as they grew even more full with her excitement. The nipples, barely covered to begin with, were now partially exposed and threatening to break free any moment. A hot tongue started licking her inner thighs and she could feel long hair caressing her legs, which were being spread wide under her full skirts. She began to gasp slightly as the tongue found her twat and began to eat her in a eager way. Her ass was shifting in the seat and she couldn't control it. A glance around the room showed no one was paying particular attention to her. The tongue penetrated deeply into her twat and she gave a little moan. Stuffing some of the desert cake into her mouth, she looked over to the hostess and said, "Delicious". It came out as a gasp... "I'm glad you like it dear, have some more." The hostess was staring admiringly, and somewhat greedily at her heaving boobs, now almost totally exposed. The right nipple had declared itself free and stood proudly pointed over the top of the bodice. Bibi was too far gone to notice the growing state of disarray of her clothing. The tongue penetrated even deeper and she found herself sliding down slightly in the chair to meet the thrusts, her hips beginning to lift and twist at each penetration. She was desperately trying to maintain control, and was smiling somewhat hysterically at everyone who looked her way, but finally, her insides began to shake and shudder. Her head was bending back and her spine twist slowly back like a bow. Then the orgasm hit her, releasing a flood between her legs and the eager tongue worked hard and lapped it all up. She was shaking like a leaf, trembling, mouth partially open. Her bodice gave up all attempts at containing her chest and her breasts quivered from the strong spasms coursing through her. As she began to calm down, she was relieved that apparently no one had noticed her unseemly behavior. Alarmed at her apparent state of undress, she quickly adjusted her dress. She trembled as her hands gripped her still very tender nipples to force them into the dress. Waves of pleasure again gripped her. The person under the table seemed to have disappeared and Bibi finished her second dessert. "Did you enjoy your dessert, dear?", her Aunt asked. "Yes. It was quite unexpectedly wonderful and full of surprises." "Good. You'll have come her more often to enjoy all we have to offer." A glance down to the other end of the table revealed the other woman had regained her seat. Face still flushed and hair slightly out of place, she looked at Bibi with a twinkle in her eye and winked. Bibi thought that even though this was very strange and unexpected behavior, it was thoroughly enjoyable. She looked back up and down to the other woman and winked back. Heather was finding this story remarkable similar to the trick she had played on Traci and found herself smiling at the memory of it. Times seemed to never change. Tired as she was, she felt turned on again at the thought of the honey in Traci's pussy and how good it had tasted. "Are you still awake dear?" It was Carol in a very sexy nightgown. "Yes, just getting horny again reading some of your books. Where did you find all these?" "I've been collecting for years. I find them here and there. Friends keep an eye out for me." "I've enjoyed, the, ah, gifts and time at your home. It has made the holiday so much nicer for me. Thank you." "Since you have to leave in the morning, I thought maybe you'd enjoy one last little item I have. Something to remember me by on cold nights." "Well, I have lots of great memories already. But I'd love to see what you have." She followed Carol into the next bedroom and Carol took another long box out of a cabinet and came over to the bed. Helping Heather off with her robe and nightie, she placed her in the center of the bed and proceeded to secure her wrists over her head and ankles to the corners of the bed. In less than two minutes, Heather found herself completely spread eagled on the bed. Carol took off her nightie and sat next too her. She took two small wires and attached them to her nipples and plugged them into a small box. She flipped a switch and almost imperceptible shocks tickled her nipples in waves. Her nipples rose strongly and her chest tightened. The pleasure was very strong and her pussy immediately lubricated. In seconds, she couldn't get her breath as the lust built in her body. "Wow, I'm so hot, I can't breath." Carol smiled and leaned over Heather with something in her hand. Heather only saw it briefly between her swollen breasts before Carol's hand disappeared between her legs. Seconds later, she felt pressure on her asshole but before she could react, Carol pushed smoothly and a very large dildo went deeply up her ass. "Ungh! God!" Another wire was connected and the dildo began to shock her rectum in concert with her nipples. The initial discomfort of the dildo was instantly erased with lust as her pussy began to open and clit extend. Her butt was pumping the bed spasmodically as the shocks hit, some weak, some increasingly strong. Heather looked over at Carol, who was attaching wires to her own chest. Waves of pleasure passed over her face. "Ohhhhh... thisss... iss... always sooo... niceeee..." Heather continued to shake and moan as Carol leaned over, turgid nipples extending from the passion. She had another of the large dildos and inserted into her rectum, then connected another wire. She was already shaking and gasping, her hips twitching and pumping in reaction to the shocks and lust building in her twat. The two of them were hot with rapidly building lust and were humping and writhing, eyes half closed and mouths open. Fighting the need to just give into the lust, Carol quickly climbed over Heather and sat on her, pussy to pussy. Her somewhat broader hips covered Heathers just comfortably and as they jerked from the shocks, their clits were now hitting each other, Heather's very long clit sticking up into Carol's pussy like a small cock... She slid down slightly and reached into the box and pulled out a long, fat, double headed rubber dildo over sixteen inches long. Hand shaking, she worked it up into Heather's twitching canal and then, lifting up, worked the other end into her own pussy. By this time, both of them were moaning and grunting. "Oh, Goddddd... It's so big. I'm going to commmm." The shocks were getting stronger and as they reacted, the pussies alternately gripped the shaft of the dildo and pushed or relaxed as the other woman humped to her own response. The boxed timed them in perfect alteration and it was increasing the speed in a smooth manner. Up and down, in and out. The special material in the cock was expanding and lengthening from their heat, increasing their responses. Carol leaned over and stuck her tongue deep into Heather's eager mouth. Their tongues probed and sucked and fought each other. Heavy moaning in the room was almost constant as their bodies, driven relentlessly by the computer controlled stimulus, rose to greater and greater heights of lust. Heavy breasts banging together, dildo buried completely in their now fluid pussies, cunt lips pressed together, they were rolling up and down to the electric stimulation. They soon came together, a deep moan coming from each as they trembled and shook. The electric shocks relaxed, but continued to come and in less than two minutes, they built back up and they had another orgasm. The rest periods were various, then the waves would speed up and they would fuck at a faster and faster pace and then, cunts banging against each other, they would come. Each time, the pattern of shocks was completely different than the last. There wasn't time to feel tired. Time went by and the fucking continued. There was no way to resist it. Then, the box excited them one last time and even though they climaxed, it kept up the very rapid contractions and, then, they came one last time, a mind bending orgasm hitting them both like explosions in their brains. They both passed out from their response. Soaked in sweat, come pouring between their legs, Carol's flowing down the dildo and mixing with Heather's and the double flood running down her ass and into her asshole and onto the bed. Carol's swollen tits spread over Heather's even larger ones and their bodies blended into one as they lay there. As they came to, Carol slowly sat up, lips trembling. "That was unbelievable, Carol. I never had a fuck like that." "I told you it was special. Someone in NASA built that for me and I never to get use it. Did you enjoy that?" Heather felt overwhelmingly full with the long, fat dong up her pussy and deep dildo floating in her ass and she trembled. "Yes." "Good. It'll start again in about a minute." "I don't think I can do that again." "Yes you can dear. It won't hurt you, I promise. And once it starts, you just give in to it." "How many times does it do this?" "Until we turn it off." And then she placed the box over the edge of the bed out of reach. "But, I intend to fuck your hot pussy all night. We can't have you going back to school horny, can we?" "Carol, please don't hurt met, I..." The electric tingles rose up in her twat and they rolled into another series of surging, sweaty, humping orgasmic responses. Each time Heather thought she'd come for the last time, when, with a gasp, she would respond and her mind lost control. Hump. Groan. Fuck. Dong surging up and down their twats. Hips coming together, clits riding the shaft. Pussy juice spread out over the sheets and soaked the bedding. Still, they came and came. It was very late in the night when Carol finally pulled the box back onto the bed and turned it off. Untying Heather, she sat with her for a while, then they took a shower together and slept. For the first time in her life, Heather felt completely and utterly fucked. Yes, she would remember Carol and that night. The ride back to school was quiet. Jean seemed very distant until Heather realized that she had the Ben-Wa balls and rod in her ass and was spending the long drive in bliss. The next morning, she returned them. "I hope you had a nice time. Mom said to tell you she'd love to have you again." "I'd love to come, too." They both laughed. ------- Chapter 13 A week later, Heather found herself bored with studying and being horny from playing with her nipples, she took out an extremely large rubber dildo and began to rub it over her breasts and twat through her underwear. She got hotter immediately and locked the door. She turned out the lights and peeled off the rest of her clothes and got a large bottle of oil from the dresser and rubbed her tender, bouncing tits and heavily lubricated the dong. It was one of those things that she had discovered in a sleazy store in a back alley taking a short cut one day. A porn shop, but what a great collection of stuff. Her nipples were already standing up and tingling and jiggling as she pulled an overstuffed chair over near the window and looked out over the campus. One hand was stroking and pulling one nipple out to its maximum length, tingles going down between her legs as she felt her belly tightening from the lust building in her twat. It was time to give herself a good fuck. The dong was a monster, a bulbous, ribbed head and thick shaft over fourteen inches long. It was a special dark rubber that felt and flexed very much like a real cock, and included a tank of oil that could be heated and shot into her pussy as she came. Sitting back with her legs spread wide over the arms of the chair, she began rubbing it up and down her slit, the oil mixed with the cum pouring from her. Her legs twitching from the excitement, the top of the head finally lodged slightly in the entrance. She began pushing in increasing strength and more of the head pushed her open, but it was too big to go in. Her passion was rising from the thrusting and she pushed harder and harder, beginning to roll the long shaft in circles. Little by little, her breathing now becoming more a pant, her need steadily expanding, the head penetrated rib by rib and then, popped inside with a loud pop. "Oh!" It was more a grunt. "Give it to me! Give it to me you big fat sucker. Fuck mamma like she needs it so bad tonight. Ahhhhh. Goooooodd", she whispered breathlessly. In seconds, she would come. Her hand pumped it deeper into her, now six inches. She felt her belly tighten and release was near. Her head arched back as her body went into reflex action. A shudder went down her arching spine. As her hand stroked the obscene thickness of the shaft, it was working itself inside, inch by inch, up into her pussy, now stretched to what seemed like the breaking point. The stretched skin at the base of her clit were causing explosions of heat which were passing out through her nerves and setting her mind on fire with passion. Legs over the wings of the chair, now almost straight, twat stuffed full beyond belief, she humped against the thrusts inside. Her hips were twitching and thrusting more and more on their own as she began to go over the edge. A rhythm established itself. Her head rolled back against the chair and she gave herself totally to it. "Ohhhhhhh. Unnnnnn. Ummmm... mmmm... mmmmm Nmmmm... MMMMMMM... MMMMMMM!" Over eight inches were inside and she felt full beyond belief but wanted to take it all. Her hand was working with increasing speed as the shaft slid up and down her hole, her extended clit rubbing over the ribbed shaft. In seconds, she would come for the first time. She always climaxed multiple times, but her need for release from this first one was so great as it rushed toward her. A sudden soft knock on the door broke through and intruded on her passion. Summing all her willpower, she stopped the thrusting, the shaft still buried as deep inside as she could take it. She was completely breathless, tits swollen from her passion, nipples extended, hands shaking, sweat on her forehead. She was hanging on the very verge of a massive orgasm and the slightest twitch would set her off. The dong was twitching like a real cock from the pulses in her twat, sticking obscenely into the air, the tip jerking in spasms. The knock repeated a little louder. "Yes, who is it?" It took her a moment to make her voice sound even. Even then, it was thick with with lust. "It's Traci, your art teacher. Have you got a minute?" Please go away, I need to come, she thought. Shit. "Yes, ah, just a minute. I was just changing." Her nerves still on fire with the need to come, she eased the fat dildo out and quickly covered it with the corner of the blanket on her bed. Her insides complained and she ached to mount the monster again, but, she tossed her underwear in a drawer and pulled on her t-shirt and jeans. Still breathing hard and face flushed, she flicked on the lights and opened the door. "Hi, can I come in? I'm not coming at a bad time, am I?" "No. No. Please come in. Excuse the mess." Traci closed the door behind her. "We need to talk, Heather." Heather waited. Traci was staring at her still rigid nipples. Her pussy was still on fire. Traci was getting hot just looking at this beautiful set of obviously erotic tits, infettered by any bra. "Um, about what's been happening. I've never, I mean, I don't..." She was losing her train of thought. She walked over and sat on Heather's bed, her knees weak. Heather realized she was only inches away from the fat dong under the covers. Traci tried again. "I know you and I have had some, well, unique very personal experiences but I want you to know that I really do respect you and hope you do me and that..." Her hand had moved the cover and the head of the dildo was exposed. Surprised to feel the hard, wet object under her hand, she looked down. Heather was blushing slightly when she looked up. So she was getting herself off when she knocked on the door. That explained the nipples and red face, Traci thought. Traci pulled the shaft from under the cover and was amazed at the size of it, easily twice anything she had ever seen, much less used. "My God. It's hugh!" Her voice was an astonished whisper. "Do you, I mean, you are so slight..." Her fingers traced the ribs on the head and upper shaft, designed to pull on the flesh and add to the sensations of a deep fuck. A deep fuck. Her mind drifted to thoughts of... "Yes, I use it, sometimes when I'm really horny. I was using it when you knocked." Heather was staring boldly at her. Traci knew in a moment she was telling the truth. It was still warm and slick with cum and oil in places. "Aren't you afraid it will hurt you?" She was holding it up, surprised at the girth and feel. So much like a real cock, but so very much larger. "If you're careful to start it slowly, then you eventually stretch out and from then on it's great. Really great. It really fills you up. At first, I used to come before I could get it in, it took so long, but now I get eager and pop it right in." It was quiet for a few moments and Traci continued to run her fingers over the ribbed head as her thoughts continued to think about getting fucked with this wonderous tool. Heather said, "Would you like to try it?" The little talk she wanted to have was quickly being forgotten. All her thoughts were on how this monster might feel inside her. She almost groaned out loud. Startled by the bold suggestion, she said, "I'd never get that inside me. I'm too small." She was running her fingers wonderingly up and down the shaft and over the hugh head. Her pussy was already wet just thinking about the head, pushing in on her and spreading... "I'll help you if you like. It just takes patience and a lot of oil." "We really can't. I came tonight... I mean, what if someone were to..." "Look, I know we get each other hot. Let's face it, we really get off on each other. I don't know if that's good or bad. I enjoy sex and I take it you do as well. So let's enjoy and not sweat the small stuff. I'll stop being such a bitch in class. I hope I didn't get you in trouble." They looked at each other and Heather came over and took the long shaft from her. She locked the door again and killed the lights. Traci sat for a moment, but Heather came over and reached down and unsnapped her jeans. Traci pulled them down and shed her underwear. Heather directed her to lay down and put two pillows under her ass. Pouring oil all over her pussy, she began gently rubbing it into the folds and between the lips. Traci gave a gently groan and trembled as the big chested coed ran her fingers into her and out. She was hot instantly to fuck. Her pussy blossomed like a flower as the passion built. Finally, soaking the shaft with oil, she placed the head in Traci's opening and began to rotate it and push gently. "Don't hurt me. Ohhh... It's so big. I can feel myself stretching out. That feels so good." Heather was stroking her clit to keep her relaxed and opened up. The pressure was increased and she rolled it back and forth. Only the top third was going in. The stroking increased and Traci's hips were lifting slightly as her rigid clit responded to the constant stimulus of the stretching skin. "I don't think it's going to work. Gooooood. Ohhhh. Mmmmmmm. Harder. Push a little harder." The head was now half in and Heather pushed and stoked. Traci was almost ready to come from all the stimulation. Her pussy was stretched further than anything she could imagine before tonight. Gripping the edge of the bed, her head was tossing back and forth as she started to loss more and control. It was beginning to hurt a little, but the pleasure was intense. "Ohhhh... Fuck, me. Heather fuck me with it. I need it sooooo bad. Fuck. Yes. Yes. YES!!!" She was shouting now. Heather reached over and stuffed her underpants into her mouth as she continued to groan and shout. The head was almost in and she leaned on the end with her hand and it popped inside her how stretched inner lips. Traci lurched and spasmed below the waist. She was stretched beyond the breaking point, but suddenly felt no pain. This great mother of a cock was driving her crazy, her insides invaded like nothing she had ever imagined. Heather poured more oil down the shaft and pumped it into Traci, a half inch at a time, slowly moving the bulbous head up inside her, six inches, now seven. The ribs pulled and pushed the taught wall of the vagina, every nerve reacting, giving her sensations she couldn't even figure out. "Oh. I'm going to come. I'm coming. coming... argggghhhhhhHHHH" She screamed into the panties. Out of control, she was groaning as the passion started to drive her up toward orgasm. The orgasm she felt piling up just kept building, not releasing. Eight inches. Heather's arm twisted the shaft and pumped it smoothly in and out, in and out. Her own pussy twitched and throbbed with need to be fucked again with this great tool. "OhhhhhHHHHHh. MMMMMmmmnnnNNNNNNn." Nine inches. In, out. In, out. Each time, a little deeper. Traci now felt as though her pussy would explode from the pressure and stretching. The nerves deep in her body were sending shock waves to her brain. Out of control, lust took her and her nerves rolled her over the top. Her breathing stopped and she shook as stars exploded in her brain. Ten inches. In and out. Waves of passion rippling up her belly, in seconds, she came again, a wave of white heat exploding in her brain. Eleven inches. The head pressed into the top of her cervix and could go no further without true damage. It wiggled and moved in and out. Heather was amazed at how much Traci could take. Another explosive orgasm. Only the now wet underwear in her mouth was holding back the shouts and groans. The smell of hot, randy pussy filled the room like the hot musk of a heavy, sweet purfume. The pace of the pumping increased and, her handing gripping Heather's arm in a tight grip, she grunted and came one last time, back bent and tail now completely off the bed. Heather seized the opportunity and slid a long oil slick finger smoothly into her asshole, rolling it up until it was rubbing the thick dong through the tissue. It increased her pleasure and she shook and trembled and blacked out. When she came to moments later, Heather started slowly backing the dong out until the head was at the entrance, pulling on the lips, trying to break free but trapped at the entrance, then back up inside. Traci had never felt so full. In moments, the heat began to build again in her pussy and ass as Heather's finger rolled around and around. In less than five minutes, whimpering and crying out, she groaned wildly and came again, bucking against the hard rubber. No cock had ever done this for her. It had her in it's grip and she gave herself completely to it's assault on her cunt. She finally settled down and Heather helped her clean up and loaned her some underwear, which was pulled very tight across her wider hips. She left, still dazed from her experience, her pussy was tingling and stretched, a memory of a great cock still impressed on the walls of her pussy. She paused in the doorway, her face thick with lust. Heather said, "I'm glad we had this little, ah, talk. Come again sometime!" They both smiled. Heather locked the door, peeled her clothes and sank the dong, still soaked with Traci's come, deep into her pussy. As she watched Traci walk back toward her class building, her delayed orgasm was building. She rocked in the chair and began to groan and whimper, cunt pouring cum around the thick shaft. Traci, looked back over her shoulder and could see the girl in the window, rocking deep in the shadow of the window in the chair, unnoticable to anyone not looking directly at her. Her own pussy tingled at the thought of that long fat dong now up Heather's twat. As she stared, Heather appeared to come, her head jerking from side to side, then back, mouth open. In spite of just having many multiple orgasms herself, as she walked up the hill, she was hot again. ------- Chapter 14 Two weeks later, there was a small reception at an art showing downtown, to be attended by several art critics from New York. Traci invited Heather and that night, they both took special care to look good. When Traci saw Heather as she walked to the car, her breath caught. Stunning in a black dress that displayed her bosom in a daring way, dark hair draped over her shoulders and spilling down her back, she was a show stopper. Traci felt that familiar pull and pulse in her pussy. "Wow, that's some dress! You sure are going to turn heads tonight." "I just wanted you to be proud of me. Thanks for asking me along. Think we'll meet anybody we know? Maybe we can team up and get somebody hot enough to fuck us tonight as a side benefit." "You've got me hot enough to want to fuck you right now. Actually, I'm not sure. Anita Smathers will be there. She's that new young critic from the paper. I've heard she's really a great person to know. Seems to be on everybody's "A" list, if you know what I mean. A lot of doors open to her." The hall was full of people, mostly older, apparently rich. Everywhere Heather went, necks craned and eyes followed. The women were looking daggers at her revealed, voluptous young figure. Traci also noticed the attention and finally, handing Heather a glass of champange, said, "I think all the men want to fuck you and the women want to kill you. Except me. I'd like to fuck you too. It always seems to work out the other way around!" They both laughed and continued to cruise. Finally, they headed toward a corner where a bigger than usual crowd seemed to be gathered and there in the middle was Anita. Working their way to front of the crowd, they soon were off to one side. Anita was a trim woman with a short hairstyle, striking face, great legs and very nice, well exposed bosom. She was holding forth on some art question. As she spoke, she was slowly looking around and finally, her eye fell on Heather and in one quick pass, took in her striking figure so beautifully displayed. Next to her was another very attractive woman and they seemed to be together. Finishing her comments, she excused herself and came over to Traci and Heather. "Hello, I'm Anita Smathers." "I'm Traci and this is Heather. I'd hoped we'd meet and have a chance to talk. I'm an art professor over at the college and would love to have an opportunity to show off some of the art work my class has produced." "I think you already brought along a piece of that art with you. Heather, you are quite stunning in that dress. You must have them licking out of your hand." She was looking directly into Heather's eyes. Heather never blinked. Quietly she said, "And in other places, if the opportunity presents itself. Thank you." "We'll never be able to talk about such opportunities here." She put her arms around both of their waists in a very familiar way and then walked slowly along. "Why don't you both come to my hotel when this thing is done and we'll share a glass of wine and get into things when we can be more comfortable." She walked away and Heather and Traci stared at each other. Each could feel their pussy grow moist at the thought of an evening with this lovely person. They linked arms and killed time looking at the exhibits and caressing each other's arms when no one was looking. The hotel room was on the top floor. When they knocked, the door opened and Anita was standing there in a very shear camisole, her own very ample tits pushing the top almost to the side and pussy stuffed with smooth silk fabric deep into her crack. Her face looked a little flushed. She handed them each a glass of wine. "There're some outfits in the other room if you want to be more relaxed." She waved them toward a door. They wandered into the other room and each selected some items. All were very revealing and the bottoms were sewn in such a way to force the fabric up tight against their assholes and deep into their twats. When the finished, they looked at each other and smiled. There was no doubt this woman wanted some action. Already, Traci was showing signs of wetting the fabric with the come she was producing from all the friction of the material on her clit. They went to the other room and Anita was sitting in the middle of the sofa, arms spread, chest exposed, nipples slightly extended. They sat on each side and sipped their wine. Anita looked at both of them and said, "You both look very hot in those outfits. Why, Traci, from the look of that wet pussy of yours, I do believe you have the hots already." Her hand traced the top of Traci's leg and ended up only a fraction from the top of her twat. "You don't have them on quite right. Let me show you." She pushed Traci to her feet and, sitting front of her, pulled them down and, fingers reaching inside, Traci gasped and jerked as she smoothly separated the wet lips and pulled the clit out to it's full length with thumb and forefinger. The other hand pulled the panties back up and this time, the lips were separated even more deeply by the crease in the panties. Now her clit was standing at full attention straight out through a well placed hole in the fabric. The tight fabric was wrapped firmly around the base with an elastic and held it up and out. "Ohhhh. I wasn't expecting that. These are sure unusual pants." She was trembling slightly. Anita's face was only inches from her crotch and her hot breath was on her clit. Tingles were racing through her pussy. "You bet they are. I say, let's get you off honey, before you go nuts." Without waiting for an answer, she slid her hands up the pant legs openings and grabbed each cheek. The tightening fabric pulled the clit up and squeezed the base even harder. Traci felt as thought someone was using a vacuum on her pussy and a vice grip on her clit, which had never been so abused. Now she was shaking and not a little confused by the sudden harsh assault on her lower parts. Anita pulled her closer and leaned forward, sucking the now rigid clit deep into her hot, wet mouth without any preliminaries. "Ohhhhh. GOOODDDDD! Oh SHIT! You. Shit... Fuck. OHHHHHH, I'm COMMMMMMMM.NNNNNN. MNNNNNN.!" Unable to break away, and somehow not really wanting to, she looked desperately over at Heather, who was observing in surprised silence, wine glass poised in mid-air. The confident, directness of this woman was amazing. Anita sucked hard and her tits fell completely out of the top of the camosole, nipples now hard from her own excitment. Unable to back away, Traci's eye's closed as she felt the heat in her loins begin to rapidly take her by storm. Her hands were on Anita's head, fingers woven in her hair, pulling her into her crotch in a reflex. "OHHHHHHH. I. Ungh. Ungh." She grunted as the wave hit her belly and she came. Her heavy breasts were billowing and shaking, nipples riding the crests just inside the shear fabric that struggled to contain them. Heather found herself very turned on and in need of relief after observing this sudden, very hot sex right in front of her. "Your turn." In one motion, Anita pulled free from Traci, still shaking and not completely done with her orgasm, turned and pushed Heather onto her back on the sofa. Lifting a leg, she pulled Heather's panties off to one side and stuck a long tongue deep into her pussy. Fireworks went off in her pussy as the tongue whipped in and out. Prowling everywhere, it had her on fire and in less than a minute, she was no longer aware of where she was, only the heat in her pussy pushing her higher and higher. She could hear herself moaning wildly, unable to stop herself. Anita's hands stole up and gripped her breasts firmly, squeezing the nipples and pulling them hard. It hurt, but she couldn't stop Anita now, she was too overwhelmed by the lust in her belly. Her legs were on either side of Anita's head, wrapped at the ankles as she humped the hot mouth. In less than a minute, she had an explosive orgasm, then rapidly, five more in quick succession, all pumping come into the woman's waiting mouth. Her tongue worked like a beaver and sucked it all down. She was dazed as she tried to sit up. Anita was casually sipping her wine and looking at them both, eyes filled with excitement. "I don't know about you, but I like to get the preliminaries over with. You two are really beautiful, hot bitches. I never have any luck at these out of town things, but tonight, I got a double bang for my buck, I'm sure! I trust you both don't mind a little sex to spice up the conversation?" Her use of the word "little" was a classic understatement. Her assault had left both of them breathless and neither responded. "Heather, you taste delicious. I must have you again later." She smiled at her. A bit of come still clung to her upper lip. She wiped it clean with her tongue and smiled again. She reached up and pulled Traci, who was still standing in a daze, onto the sofa between them. "Hell, we can talk in the morning. Let's get her off again. You suck the left one and I'll take this one. Don't stop until she comes. Ever had a nipple orgasm? I never thought it was possible, but the daughter of one of my friends sucked on me for over an hour one night and, well, you'll see. Suck her good." Heather managed to get up and leaned down and pulled the fabric away from the swinging boob and pulled the nipple into her mouth. It was still slightly tight, but fully hardened immediately. Traci's nipples were very sensitive and when sucked, sent electric shocks to her pussy. Heather pulled more of the billowy breast into her mouth and sucked hard. Traci grunted and moaned and yelped a little. Two hot mouths were pulling her chest, more and more of her flesh disappeared into them. Her nipples were on fire and she couldn't breath. Her moaning got louder. Her hands wrapped around the back of their heads and pulled them into her breasts. Her pussy was pulsing from the stimulation. It was electrifying, but already her nipples were sore and beginning to hurt. One second, she felt on fire and the next the pain would hit. Anita was sucking so hard it sounded like explosions as the air rushed back in as the nipple popped free. She repeatedly inhaled over half of the large tit, whipped the nipple with her tongue and then, sucking as hard as she could, pulled her head back until the breast was stretched out, skin rigid. Pulling back further, the breast would finally pop out of her mouth, unable to stretch any further. Each time, Traci would yelp and moan and whimper. "Please stop. It hurts. Ohhhh. That's good. Oh. I'm so hot. I need to come. Ouch. Ohhh. MMMM. Please make me come. Heather, honey, make me come." "No. Suck the bitch. She'll come this way if it takes all night." Heather sucked harder, following Anita's lead. Traci was shaking and trying to get her hands into her crotch to get off. Anita pushed them away sucked even harder. "I. Can't. Take. Any. More. Of This... Please Oh God." For twenty more minutes, as Traci wailed and whimpered, they sucked. Her nipples were up like large thumbs, twice a big as ever before and still they sucked. Her ass was bouncing and twisting on the sofa and come was pouring from her pussy as her legs opened and closed in reflex. "Now, bite her!" "No. Ow. OWW!" Teeth gripped her nipples. Sharp pain flashed through her chest and her stomach contracted. Then, just as she felt she would scream, the orgasm hit, an unexpected blinding flash of pleasure and pain as her pussy spasmed and her tits, already seemed to explode with fire that washed away the pain. "UUUUNNNNNNNNMMMMNN..." The fire spread over her chest and through her body, driving her deeper and deeper into the orgasm. She had never experienced anything remotely like this and her body was totally out of control. She was unable to breath as it continued to hold her chest in total control. Her pussy pulsed again and again, come pouring out onto the now wet sofa. It was two minutes before her head even started to clear. Her chest was still on fire, nipples inflamed from the abuse. "Watch" Anita leaned over and pulled the abused, obscenely swollen nipple into her mouth again and ran her tongue over it. It was exquisitely sensitive from the abuse. "God!. No! It hurts! I..." She never finished. Another orgasm ripped through her, from nowhere. The flame spread out over her and she came. Twice more over the next ten minutes, Anita waited till her head would start to begin clear, then brought her off with more sucking and biting. Anita finally passed out, sweat running from her from the effort. "That happened to me too. When I woke up, the little bitch had put hickeys all over my tits and I had to hide for two weeks. I was swimming at their pool while they were away and the kid came home from school and came over and wanted to know if I would like to experience something she had learned at school. Before I could move, she pulled my top off and latched onto me like a leech." "I came so hard I was yelling my head off. I don't think I'll get invited back soon! The kid comes over once in a while, though." Heather looked at Traci, exhausted and groggy in the wake of her passion. She rolled her head around and smiled slightly and whispered "Your turn." Anita got off the sofa and took Heather's hand and led her to the bedroom. Pushing her on the bed, she pulled open a drawer and pulled out ties and began tying Heather to the bed, face down, running her hands over her tail and legs as she worked. She pulled each one very tight and turned off the light. "I'm going to fuck your ass, honey. I hope you like it as much as I will." Heather couldn't see anything, but heard sloshing and then Anita was sitting on her legs and pushing at her asshole with her fingers. A finger went in and then two. It hurt and she complained a little, but Anita kept working. Soon, her fingers were withdrawn and a large dildo was worked into her, ribbed on the upper end and it hurt as it passed inside, but the lower shaft was smooth and narrow. Anita pumped it steadily inside and soon she was stuffed with over seven inches. The pain was being replaced with tingles in her pussy. Her clit rose and stabbed at the bed. Anita's weight left her legs and she moved up slightly and eased the other end of the double dong into her own ready twat. Big as it was, she was so excited and lubricated, it slid inside without much fuss, pushing her tissues aside as it tunneled up into her. "Oh, gooddddd. Heather, this big stick is going to fuck us both. Ummmmmm..." She was rocking back and forth. Finally, her pussy was stuffed full and the pubic hair pushed down into Heather's ass crack. Joined as they were, as Anita pumped, the shaft rose and fell deep in Heather, moving back and forth and in and out. Her pussy was on fire and her insides were being stirred from the deep penetration. "Like this? It's going to be so nice. Your ass will thank you in a few minutes." She was rising and falling at a steadily increasing rate, her own passion close to the edge. Her nice breasts were bouncing to the rythim, the bed bouncing back, each stroke driving the thick shaft in and out of both of them. Her come was now running down the shaft and into Heather's hot hole for extra lubrication. Heather needed to come, but, hot as she was, the orgasm just wouldn't release. Her desparation was growing. Her chest was pinned under her, nipples hard and hurting. Her clit was being driven into the bed with each bounce and shocks were ripping through her belly. "Ohhhhhhh. Anita. fuck me. FUCK ME. fuck my ass. Make me come. Please. Make me comMMMMMMmmMMMMMM... !!!. Then, Anita pumping hard, both of them came. Anita was bent back, eyes closed, mouth open in a silent groan, her pussy gripping the fat stick in her twat, dragging it in and out of Heather's ass. Heather came again. Anita never stopped. Hips still twitching from the orgasm still not completely over, she began another pumping drive. Two minutes later, she was orgasmic and Heather could hardly believe the pounding her ass was taking, but then her own excitment rose and then they came again. The bed was soaked with come. And still Anita worked on another orgasm. Heather's ass was still pumped full of dildo and Anita's come as it poured down the shaft straight into Heather's ass. This one took longer and by then, they were both sweaty and totally out of control. Anita was silent except for the sucking sound of her twat and popping sounds coming out of Heather's ass as air, trapped inside, escaped each time the shaft went deep inside. But she began to moan. Heather wanted to come again, but her ass was so sore, it hurt too much now. Anita moaned louder. "Yessss. OHhhhm. Grnnnn. Grnmm. Mmmmmmm. N... Here We GooooooooOOOOOOO." The pumping went to even more frantic level and Heather found her own twat rippling and tightening in spite of the pain in her ass. Her breath caught and both came, a gut wrenching, pussy explosion of come and lust. Anita finally leaned down and pressed herself against Heather's back, breasts flattening out across her ribs, the sweat of their bodies mixing, both breathless. After a while, Anita got up slowly. Leaving the dong imbedded in Heather's ass, she went out to find Traci. The long dong, still slick with Anita's come, stood high in the air as Traci came into the room behind Anita. "We're both going to fuck her. You do her ass and I'll do her pussy." Heather was protesting. Her ass on fire, exhausted, her faint cries were ignored. Traci was very excited by the size of the dong in Heather's ass and wasted no time in mounting it, not realizing the pounding Heather's ass had already had. She shuddered as it forced itself into her twat and she began to rise and fall. Anita pulled another long double dong from the dresser and worked it into Heather's pussy from the rear. Sliding her legs under Heather's from the back, she slid up until the dong hit her pussy. Guiding it inside, she slid up further until she was completely under Heather, both pussies stuffed with dong. Now Heather was in an uproar, her insides being stretched and assaulted from both holes at once. Her body was shaking with excitement and pain and her nerves, stretched to the breaking point of pleasure and pain. Traci was fucking with rapid stokes, her own passion driving her harder and harder. Each stoke fucked Anita as well, pinned under Heather. The cries rose and fell as the passion built again, dragging each out and over their exhaustion. In thirty minutes, they began to come, each at their own pace, but each responding to the others cries and then triggering another instead. Finally, the got up and untied Heather and pulled the dongs from her body. They led her into a beautiful bathroom and into a hot tub, where she soaked her tender ass and abused pussy. Anita and Traci stoked her breasts as she drank wine. Then they dressed and left. Traci had finally gotton what she wanted. Anita headed back to the city to look for fresh game. She was to come back in three months to judge an art contest. It was only in the car that Traci found out that Heather had been assaulted by Anita before Traci had done her. Apologies were offered and accepted. That night and for several days, Heather lost all interest in sex. But the tenderness went away and there was no damage. ------- Chapter 15 Heather walked out of the tent, her still damp hair cascading down her tan back, and walked out of the camp. Following a trail that led between tall, majestic boulders, she walked almost three hundred yards from camp and then left the trail and hiked briefly up a small gap between the rocks. Up she went until she was over two hundred feet back from the now hidden path and up on top of a large, smooth topped boulder, still warm from the very hot afternoon sun. The rolled blanket under one arm was placed in the center of the rock and she sat and watched the now fading sunset off in the far distance. The heat from the rock warmed her buns and spread up into her plush honey pot, adding steadily to the tension she already felt. It had been a long four days here, digging during the day and trying to cool off at night. Today they had had baths and she finally felt clean. But being out here in the middle of Montana with ten other women and only two men, there was more that she needed than a clean bath and the odds were she was going to have to take care of those needs by herself. She reached back and pulled the tie on her top and her two oversize, majestic peaks sprang free from the inadequate light cloth, nipples now beginning to stand proud like thumbs in the gentle, now cool breeze. They tingled and tightened, stretching the skin taut, standing up and out as they always did, connecting almost electrically with the pleasure center of her brain and even more responsive nerves of her cunt. In seconds, the tingles caused the nipples to turn rock hard, almost two full inches of jutting thumbs, reaching up toward the darkening sky. She closed her eyes and sank into the sensations. "Hmmmmmm. That's so nice." She talked softly to herself. Her pussy began to dampen her jeans, no underwear to restrict or absorb the beginnings of what would become a copious flow shortly. A hand reached up and pressed the right breast up, the now tight skin stretching even more and pulled on the nipple. The tingles sharpened and a wave of pleasure shot down her belly into the moist forest of hair, already damp and dark with her increasing flow. It had been over a week and she needed to cum in a major way. Camp was so damn restrictive. She had found this hideaway two days ago while getting lost in trying to get to camp from the dig. And instantly she had made her plan. Her roommate was actually making the situation worse, since she was a very striking, leggy blond with a very lush body and a habit of dressing very skimpily in the tent at night. It was hard to be horny, in such close quarters and be badly turned on by her roommate. She ceased the gently tugging on the turgid nipple and it swung away heavily. Unrolling the blanket, she removed the small zippered leather case in its middle and set it to one side. She slid down onto the light wool and laid on her back, looking up at the now faint stars over head. A hand reached up and gently traced a still rock hard nipple, finally pushing the other breast up and over toward her center, the upward tilted nipple was only a inch from her mouth and she leaned her head up and took the nipple between her tongue and lips, gripping it firmly. She always found it amazing that her jutting breasts could be sucked in this way. The hotness of her mouth on the now cool flesh sent a blazing fire straight to her brain. Warmth spread across her chest as she flushed with passion. She pulled hard on one nipple and then sucked on the other. In a rhythm that soon had her belly on fire and her brain demanding even more, she continued to work one side, then the other. The wetness of each nipple in the cool air as it was released into the air was almost ecstasy. Her belly rippled with tension as she continued to tease herself. Unable to resist any longer, a hand worked the buttons on her jeans and the hot smell of wet pussy quickly filled the night. Finally, one hand went down and began weaving through the thick, wet hair, pressing down above the top of her crack. The extra long clit was already half erect, poking firmly up, out of the restraining lips of the swelling pussy. A quick wiggle and the pants were down to her knees, then rolled up for a pillow under her head. Her nipples were on fire as she returned to stroking and firm sucking. Legs apart and knees up and slightly bent, the cool breeze blew between her legs and the wetness, now soaking her crack and trickling down between and over her asshole, made her desire grow even greater. Finally, she reached over and pulled the case to her and removed two dongs. One was round on the end, slim in the middle and very thick toward the end, the other long, slimmer, with bulges of increasing diameter from one end to the other, with slim gaps between. Her brain wanted to plunge these into her holes, but she forced herself to move slowly, enjoying the building pleasure with anticipation. Teasing herself for over a minute with the slimmer dong, she moved it in and out of the lips of her pussy, her hips beginning to thrust involuntarily to meet it. Now very wet and slippery over its first two inches, she slid it down and found her wet asshole. She firmly pressed on it, then waited until the muscles relaxed their urgent need to guard against its entry. Then the tip and first bulb popped inside, the reacting muscles gripping down firmly on the slim gap behind the bulb lodged firmly inside. This pulled the next bulb up hard against the base of her hole. Her ass flexed and released, flexed and released, moving the bulb inside, in and out. Her ass burned and felt full. The sensations spread up into her twat, the lips now open like a rose. The larger dong was now in her eager shaking hand and she lowered her head back on the pillow and placed the large bulb end against her fully soaked honey pot and pressed. The swollen, tight pussy lips stretched out and out and finally, the obscene bulb popped inside. Pussy and ass now tight with dongs, she went back to pulling and sucking her hard tits. The nerves in her belly and chest sent crashing waves of pleasure signals to her brain and her hips were twitching and bumping on the rock under her, the heavy dongs flexing and waving around, pulling on the turgid flesh. As the minutes passed, her soft moaning was growing more urgent. She must cum soon. Her hand pressed the butt dong in, bulb by bulb, until all but the stopper were inside. The heavy pussy dong was being worked in and out, the unique rubber on the round end swelling within the heat of her steamy cunt. Her brain went into overload as the pent up need exploded. "Oh. Ohhhhh. Mmmmmmmmm. Ooooooo. Yes. Yes. Yes." More urgent now. "Fuck it baby, fuck me so big. Wet. It wants more." The last inch was in and now all she could do was grunt. In and out. In and out. At the very last, she gripped her clit between a wet thumb and index finger and gave it a pull. The super sensitive nerves, already on fire, pushed her over the top and she gave a deep grunt, her breath driven from her as her orgasm racked her body. Her tan back lifted clear of the blanket and her hips pressed down hard, trembling and twitching from side to side. For over a minute, she was lost in the sensations, then her breath began to be less shaky. Every nerve in her cunt was still on fire, and by beginning to trace the lips of her pussy gently with a finger, in less than five minutes, she came hard again, a steady stream of cunt juice flowed out around the end of the dong and down her butt onto the blanket, a round stain spreading from her lust. Her belly and ass were stretched and full and her nipples stood up again. Lying there in the night, her hand reached to a nipple and the process began again. Did she have a point when her passion would be exhausted? It was well over two hours before she became exhausted from her urgent ardor and returned to camp, now quiet as everyone slept. Slipping into her tent, the smell of a hot pussy immediately came to her, but not her own. Glancing at her tent-mate, apparently asleep on her side, hand between her legs, she realized that she was not the only one to take advantage of the brief privacy. She rolled the blanket out, slipped off her jeans and slid onto the cot. The smell of her own lust drifted off the blanket. Her tent-mate, Tish, heard Heather cum in but continued to lie quietly, herself only a few strokes away from another orgasm when she was interrupted by Heather's entrance. Shortly, Heather began to breath heavily and Tish resumed her mission. A long finger stroked her clit and her belly tightened and she stopped breathing. Only after her breath had returned to normal and she lay on her back, listening to the night, did she notice the sweet smell of another hot pussy, wafting over from the other cot. So, she had been out having some fun too. I wonder with who? She thought about Heather's wonderful body, jutting, heavy full breasts and small waist, trim hips and straight legs and was very turned on again. A hand found the still damp well of pleasure and she thrust a finger inside. In less than two minutes, the cot began to creak from her hips responding to the thrusting. Heather slept deeply. The tent filled with the fragrance of her hot pussy as Tish came again. At long last, the tent was quiet and only the gently breeze of the night stirred the brush. Helen, having heard a brief muffled cry from Tish and Heather's tent, finally moved away from the closed flap as the whispered gentle groans of Tish's last orgasm faded away. Maybe three could have fun before they left at the end of summer. The sudden lustful thought of making it with a woman surprised Helen. It had been a long time. Helen found herself following Heather through the dark, down the path out of camp. It had been over a week before she and Heather had had much of a chance to talk in private. Actually, the day before, they had spent the entire day digging off to one side of the main work and had finally gotten to know each other. Helen had shared her building frustration, but Heather had been silent in response. However, that night at dinner, Heather had quietly suggested she stop by the tent about nine and bring a blanket. They continued on until suddenly Heather turned and went between a small gap and started off the main trail. In five minutes, they came out on top of the big flat boulder. Spreading blankets, they sat down near each other and stared for a few minutes out at the endless stars above them. "I love it out here. Very quiet and private. You can just be yourself here, lost in your thoughts and sensations." "It reminds me of summer camp. My tent-mate and I found a very private spot in a field outside the camp and would go and look at the stars." "Did you like camp?" "Yes. No boys, of course. I was twelve and I was getting horny all the time by then. God, was I horny all the time. Just like now!" They both grinned but didn't make eye contact. "I think everyone is having that problem." Heather probed, "So what did you do about that at camp, I mean, the horny part?" "Mostly just yelled at everyone. My tent-mate, well, she tried to help, but I was scared and..." "Help?" "Well, she was fourteen and very uninhibited. One night, we were looking at the stars and she pulled down her pants and began to masturbate, right in front of me. I was surprised, but she just kept up and after a while, had an orgasm. I was very inexperienced at that, so I just watched what she was doing. I was even more surprised that when she finished and calmed down, she left her shorts down and suggested I do it too. I did it a little, but was nervous and instead of it feeling good, I felt stupid. I was shaking so hard. She came over by my side and just held me for a while and before I knew it she was rubbing my chest and stomach and I started to relax and got very turned on. She put her hand down my pants and it felt wonderful. But after a few minutes when I didn't cum right away, she stopped and said we should go back. Instead of helping me get over being horny, I was just jumping out of my skin." "Well, so?" "The next day was the last day of camp and we left. We traded letters a few times, then lost track of each other. High school and, so far, college, have been very average for me. A few nice guys. I still get horny but very nervous about sex. Listen to me, I hardly know you and I can't believe I told you about that. At camp. I've never told anyone about that night." But Heather was a good listener and gave her a hug. "Nothing to be ashamed about, I'd say. Horny girl meets horny girl with no boys around and the good times begin. I can tell you a story about me. I had a teacher in high school who was a real fox. Great shape, tight ass, long legs. All the male teachers and most of the boys fell all over themselves trying to get her attention and into her pants. But she was into girls. Nothing overt, just, well, after a while, we figured it out. She walked the straight and narrow at school and with the female students. I was surprised to find her to be a real turn on for me and watched everything she did. The way her breasts moved in her blouse, the way her underwear showed under her skirt. I had her in two classes and a study hall and was horny all the time. Anyway, she had to give a long speech one night at school, to all the parents. The lectern was one of those great big things, dark wood, curtains around the speaker from the side. Once they walked up to it, you couldn't see anything of them from the audience except for the head and shoulders. Well, I slipped inside and waited. She came in to give the speech and about ten minutes after she started, I started gently blowing through a straw into the gap between the buttons on her slacks. I don't think she consciously felt it at first, but it started to get her hot after a while. She finally reached down and rubbed her crotch a little and then went on with the speech. When she rubbed again, a button came undone and I could see some of her cunt hair through her panties. Real low cut hip riders, they only just barely covered her crack. Boy, was I surprised, but now I had an even better target, and concentrated on her pussy directly, blowing a little harder. The second time I did it, I heard her make a little noise and her hips twitched. I must have hit a hot spot. By then I think she must have realized that something was up, but she went on because she had to. I worked on her clit and it started to push the very top of her panties out. She could help herself, and gave herself another quick rub! I had her hot and bothered now." "God, Helen, did she have a big clit! I've heard some girls do. Mine is nice and just pokes out for all to see if I get it hard, but her's wins the prize." "Well, let me tell you, she was WELL endowed in that area. I would pause, then blow. I was very excited myself, but then her clit pushed out over the very top of her panties and stood up before me. It was soaked too. Dark red and swollen. I blew hot, then cold air on it, then wait, then shift to a different pattern. Her hips twitched and twitched. I kept it up for twenty minutes and the whole lectern was hot with punk. She reached a break in the talk while they changed slides or something. I impulsively leaned forward and pulled the clit into my mouth and ran my tongue over it. Well, that did it. She had a big orgasm right then and there. She shook all over and I could see her stomach flatten and ripple as it took her. I let her go and sat back and let the speech end. Everyone soon left and I snuck out. I spotted her waiting in the parking lot, so I went out an emergency exit on the other side of school." "Does she know who did it?" Helen was very turned listening to this talk. "No. I've never told anyone about it till tonight." "Well, that beats my friend in a field story." "That doesn't matter. You shouldn't worry about exploring and trying new things. As long as everyone is honest and no one gets hurt and you stop if they say stop. Opportunities are everywhere." There was a long silence, then Helen quietly asked, "What, I mean, what did she taste like? Was it gross?" Heather put her arm around her waist. "No. I always wondered what it might be like, too. I even snuck a couple of tastes of myself, but her juice was sweet and, well, sexy. I liked it!" They suddenly both heard a voice, down in the path past their turnoff. Then a second. Two of the other girls were moving down the path. As they looked down between the rocks, the girls just came into view between two boulders off a little way. Helen and Heather were downwind, so the soft voices came to them, but they were protected. They stopped and spread a blanket in the only clearing visible from their position. "God, if Billy finds me out here with you." "He should consider himself lucky you screw him at all. Hell, he hasn't got a clue on how to fuck you right or you wouldn't still need it so bad. Tonight, you horny bitch, you are going to have the top of your head come off and Billy can take his cock home and fuck someone else." Without much motion, Heather and Helen moved close together to watch the unexpected action. Heather, slightly behind Helen, had her big breast pressed firmly into the back of Helen's arm. It felt nice, but their attention was soon drawn elsewhere. It was Joyce and Betsy. Betsy pulled the top off Joyce and without much hesitation, ran her hand over Joyce's round tit. They moved close and kissed, heads bobbing and moving around as their tongues moved in and out and explored the hot cavities of each mouth. Hands worked and clothes fell away. Heather felt Helen press back against her. She placed a hand on the small of Helen's back and went back to watching. Joyce went down and pulled a nipple into her mouth. "Oh, baby, that is soooo good. Good. Yessss. Goooood. Oh. Oh." Betsy was going to be a noisy one. The sucking sounds came to them on the breeze. And with it, the swelling punk smell of hot pussy. Joyce moved over to the other breast and slid her hand between Betsy's legs. Betsy moved them further apart and continued to moan. "Ohhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhh. Put in another finger. Please. More. More. Another. God, yes. More. Ohhhhh. " Helen whispered, "This is getting me so hot. I can smell their hot sex." Heather rubbed her back and slid the back of her top up to expose the skin, rubbing in circles. Helen relaxed against her. "Please put your tongue in me. Give it to me. Put it in. I can't wait. Give me that big snake." Joyce eased her down on the blanket and her legs spread wide, pussy facing them. Even from here, they could see the glistening of her wet cunt, now open and eager to be fucked. Joyce positioned herself in a sixty nine position over her and lowered her head. At once, Betsy began a constant whimpering chatter, telling them explicitly of every move of Joyce's obviously long and experienced tongue. "Oh. YES. YES YES. Ohhhhh. Mmmmmm. Oh. Yes YES YES. Hot, so hot. My clit, Ohhhhh. Deeper. YES. Do me. Do me. Do me. Yes. Oh my god. Ohhhhhhh. " Betsy's legs were now almost straight up in the air. Slowly they wrapped around Joyce's head and pulled her into the steamy pussy. Joyce's tongue slid deep inside, the pussy juice flowing over her lips and over her face. Heather was now drifting her hand alongside Helen's side, the bulge of the ample breast just beyond Heather's finger tips. Helen was trembling and twisted slightly to the right. She moved away and without a word, pulled her top over her head, freeing her breasts to Heather's grasp. The breast moved into Heather's hand and the nipple moved under her thumb. She gave a deep sigh as the finger and thumb closed over the nipple and stretched it slowly out, then down and around. Released, a feather stoke, here, there, here again, back to the nipple. A touch, a stroke, finally, at random, another squeeze. The nipple went rock hard. Helen had never been so hot so fast. Her eyes never left the back of Joyce's head and Betsy's legs, now back to being straight up. Heather continued to stroke. "Oh. OHOHOHOH... I'm going to CUM... !" It was almost a shout. Betsy bucked and Joyce stayed in place, sucking down the flowing cum. The loud slurping, sucking sounds crossed to them on the night. Heather shifted behind Helen and ran her other hand around to the front and lifted the other breast, pulling her back against her legs and chest. Helen's head was now between Heather's breasts, nipples up and hard. Helen moaned softly. Joyce continued to suck and Betsy whimpered. "Again. Again. Make me go again. Oh, honey, you do me right. God what a bitchin' tongue. What a fucking machine." It was an urgent non-stop babble, revealing an unslaked, uncontrollable lust. Joyce again slid a hot very long tongue inside her, then pulled her clit into her mouth and sucked. Betsy was off again. Helen whispered. "I need to cum too." "Shhhhhhh. You will. Wait, baby wait. They might hear you." Betsy was flying high, losing her mind. "Shit. Oh. Shit. SHIT. Don't, no, not my asssss. Oh, please. Yes. YES. YES. I'm going. I'm going. I'M unnnnnnnnnnn." The last a cry interrupted by a groan as her belly pulsed and her breathing stopped. Legs straight up. they shook over and over and finally, lowered onto the blanket. Betsy had passed out. Joyce had fulfilled her earlier promise. Heather slipped a hand down and unhooked Helen's pants. Her hand traced to the top of the crotch and moved around. Slowly, the pants were worked down and her pussy was exposed. Top unbuttoned. Heather continued to moved Helen closer to orgasm. Joyce and Betsy got up slowly and held each other in the night, kissing and stroking each other. "Next time, it's your turn. God, that was GREAT. The hell with Billy. You can have me ANY time, honey. That tongue is MINE." Blanket rolled up, they kissed again and walked out of sight, back toward camp. Helen's breath was coming in short gasps and her hips jerked as Heather's fingers moved over the pussy lips and the tip of a finger parted them. The hot juice spread like honey and the red hot heat of an inflamed pussy greeted her finger as it went in, one knuckle at a time. Eyes closed, a groan escaped her lips and she started to speak, "GoooooooOOOOOOO..." The orgasm tore through her and she shook and belly flattened. The fire went up her spine and exploded in her head. Heather could feel her own passion rise as Helen went over the top, but she held her until her breath settled down and her eyes opened and began to refocus. Heather kissed her. "I told you I would make it happen for you." They waited a while in the night, the wet slowing drying. Holding each other. Finally, they returned to camp. Just at the camp edge, behind the last boulder, Helen stopped and turned to Heather. Without a word, she unbuttoned Heather's top and freed the globes. Leaning down, she sucked each nipple until Heather's knees began to buckle and her breath got ragged. Helen stopped, buttoned her up and said "You're right, a little fun can't harm anybody. That's for something to remember me by tomorrow while you're digging." "Shit, I'm horny as hell now. How do you expect me to sleep like this?" She was grinning broadly. Helen hugged her and went on to her tent. Her pussy was still soaked and the wet was exciting on her legs as she walked. Heather slipped into her bunk and released herself with practiced fingers. Her bunk-mate smiled and rolled over watch in the dark. Heather was on her back and when the orgasm came, her back bent like a bow and she gave a brief snort. Sleep finally came. ------- Chapter 16 Judy and Heather were assigned out on a fringe dig for three straight days, well away from everyone else. They worked side by side. Heather noticed Judy sneaking glances at her body, and the second day began to wear very tight jeans, especially in the crotch. Her cunt was nicely outlined and the seam creased the pussy lips nicely. A bonus was the thrill it gave her when she walked around. Her tops always seemed to become more unbuttoned after they reached the dig, and she made sure Judy had a couple of sneak looks at her chest during the next two days. Judy turned out to be very nice and they chatted about all sorts of things during the day as they worked. Slim, with firm, grapefruit sized boobs that needed no bra, she used every opportunity to have her tight butt in front of Heather. The conversations were light, but it always came around to sex in the end. They shared some stories, but the were sort of neutral in terms of the genders involved. "I always just enjoy it. I love to cum. But rarely meet anyone who will go slow and let it build up until, you know, you just loose your breath and your brain explodes!" "Some people have all sorts of special, well, skills." "Well, I haven't had any surprises lately." Judy was quiet. "Well, you never know when you can have something unique happen to you, or by who." "I guess you're right. Girls seem to know how to go slow and enjoy things, though, generally speaking." Judy was staring at a beautiful breast, nipple in full view against the light fabric of the blouse. God, she got hot, blushed and put her head down, trying to get her breath. She had to have this woman. That night was movie night and Heather and Judy picked a spot to the rear of the group, in a place that was dark even when the movie was playing. After the movie was playing for a while, Judy moved her stool very close to Heather's and slightly to the rear. Sitting back down, she was now close enough to be only an inch from Heather's freshly washed hair. She placed a hand lightly on Heather's lower back and hooked a finger under the waistband of her shorts. The movie continued. Judy leaned forward and moved Heather's hair away from her ear and leaned near enough for Heather to feel her breath on the back of the ear. She felt a thrill go down Heather's back and moved her lips up and nibbled gently on the edge of her ear. The tip of her tongue appeared and she traced the edge of the ear, slowly working her way around and around. Heather felt another thrill and wished Judy would be careful. She gave an involuntary gasp as the hot tongue slipped deep inside her ear and squirmed around. It withdrew. Judy's whisper came, faint, breathless. "Surprise. You hot, beautiful, luscious, horny bitch, I'm going to make you cum in your pants. Then, I'm going to fuck you until you cum on my face. I want your beautiful boobs in my hands and in my mouth and you will eat me till I cum a bucket of cum and you drink it all." The tongue returned, teasing, penetrating, retreating, teeth pulling on the ear. Tongue up and down her neck. Heather's body reacted to this tender assault by going into overdrive. Her nipples rose and her crack was instantly wet. She tried to see if anyone was paying attention to them, but her head was swimming with confusion as the lust clouded her mind. Everyone else was deep into the movie by now. Judy kept it up, moved to the other side, even more in the dark, and tongued the other eager ear, while a finger played and slid in and out of the other one. Heather's breath was ragged and she needed to moan, but suppressed it. "Please, you've got to stop. I can't stand this. I need to move." "Turn toward me." She did and firm hands popped the top button of her jeans, fingers exploring as they worked down. "Slide out your left leg." The pressure on her mons increased and she twisted left and slid her pants down enough to get a leg out and pulled them back up. Anyone looking back would only see cloth. Her wetness gleamed in the starlight. Judy pushed a small kerchief into Heather's mouth. "Mustn't make noise." She was instructed. This was crazy. They had to stop. She went to get up out of her chair, but Judy had moved around and knelt, pushing the slim thigh to the right. Then, hot breath preceding her wet mouth, her head was between Heather's spread legs. As she kept her head and upper body turned to the screen, her lower legs began to shake as Judy's tongue found her pussy and began to lick the flowing juice. Heather's hot, copious flow made Judy even hotter and she sank her tongue into the tight but eager pussy. And now, Heather found out what made Judy special. Her tongue, freed of it's normal restraint by a simple operation, flowed out of her mouth until of it was deeper inside Heather than she could believe. And, again, in an instant, it was withdrawn and other parts were sucked, licked, teased and stroked. Heather, trembled and shook and gave a very muted and astonished gasp of surprise as the penetration continued, each renewed attack taking her a little higher, and finally, built to beyond belief. It wiggled and retreated, only to repeat the attack, sometimes deep, sometimes only at the edge. And she still built. And the movie ended and Judy stood up and stood close by Heather to cover her naked leg. Her head was resting on Judy's shoulder. As people passed, they smiled and Judy said, "Went to sleep twenty minutes ago. I'll get her back to the tent as soon as I can get her butt moving." Actually, Heather was only slowly coming back down from her blissful passion. They just got Heather's pants back on after five minutes and Judy continued to hold Heather. "God, I need to cum." "Let's go to your tent." "Tish will be up." "I doubt it, she never came to the movie." They walked quietly to her tent and, pausing slightly, went in alone. Tish was sleeping on her back, breathing deeply. Heather reached back out, motioned, and Judy walked in behind her. Judy motioned for her to peel her pants and top and lay on her cot, legs hanging clear of the end from her pussy on. A pillow over her head to muffle any sounds, and Judy returned to between her legs, first removing her own shorts. Now, she returned to this sweet pussy, with its dense black hair matted with cum, the wet, glistening in the light, revealing the swollen lips, open to her mouth. Her tongue traced the inner thigh and slowly worked toward the honey pot. And then it found Heather's wanton hole and began the ever so slow advance and retreat again, only this time, so slow that Heather couldn't believe how hot she had become. Quite on their own, as her lust would rise, her legs would rise until they were straight up, then lower until they framed Judy's head, heels resting lightly on her back. She was trembling, and, making small noises and groaning into the pillow. Could this last forever? She wanted this pleasure to go on and on and on. And Judy filled her wish. With a care and gentle consideration, she never let Heather build in a great rush, just a gentle slope, then retreat as the pressure built in this luscious pussy, so wet, so tight, so sweet. Tish slowly awakened and, as her head cleared, realized that Heather was making quiet, passionate noises again, enough to awaken her. God, this kid could sure get her hot. She wondered if she dared to talk to her about how seeing her naked, or how hearing her get off affected her. After all, it was a big surprise to her too. But now, in the dim light, she began to realize that someone was with Heather, eating her pussy as Heather, buried in a pillow, moaned and groaned. Turning her head slightly, she lay there, watching the live porn show in the next cot. And her own ardor rose quickly. Almost unconsciously, a hand slide down, under the band of her panties, and a finger tip began to roam. Heather was only aware now of the snake of a tongue, on occasion reaching further inside than humanly possible. Her lust was in complete control as her pussy, spasmodically gripping the probing tongue, triggered wave after wave of pleasure. Her back tensed and released as Judy continued. Judy knew she had to give Heather release soon. Her own fingers were busy, pulling on her nipples, then spreading her own wet cunt and diving into the third knuckle, her passion rising with Heather's. The sucking sounds filled the tent. Tish, focused with great intensity on the action, could make out the generous swell of breasts and turgid nipples on the person ravishing Heather and knew it was another girl. The revelation both shocked and excited her. The pace of her own rubbing increased. Heather was starting to shake all over. As her legs rose, Judy felt her own passion rising to take her and began to probe Heather as deeply as her tongue would go. Heather groaned and thrust over and over against this snake-like muscle of pleasure. And at long last, the orgasm took her in a massive explosion of nerves, her breath caught and she tossed and turned. Judy, timing it nicely, plunged a third finger into her own ready hole and released as well. Her cries muffled in Heather's cunt, she shook and cried out with pleasure. Neither of them were in any condition to hear the muted series of grunts from Tish as her breath was driven out of her in her own intense orgasm. It was quite some time before Judy was able to rise. Standing over Heather, she smiled and kissed her on the cheek and covered her up. She slid her own clothes back on, and looking over at Tish, lying quiet in her bunk, pushed the flap back and retreated to her own bunk for a few hours of needed sleep. The next day, two new graduate students joined the group, a guy and a girl. The girl was very nice looking, long, blond hair, small, pointy tits and thin waist, swelling hips. The next day after that was Heather's day off and normally would have had the camp to herself to rest, relax, sleep, read, or whatever. Today, though, the new girl, Linda stayed behind and as the morning wore on, they began to get to know each other. "Actually, I'm studying the changing sexual habits of students on campus." "How do you do that, watch?" Linda laughed. "No, just give surveys and study the statistics. Masters and Johnson I'm not." "What kind of questions do you ask?" "The usual stuff. Are you a virgin, how often do you have sex. What is your sexual preference. Types of sex." "You must hear some interesting answers." "From time to time. I'm always surprised by who gives the more fringe answers, though. I've learned you can't always judge the package by the cover." She looked Heather up and down slowly. Heather asked. "And what does my cover tell you?" Linda paused. "Well, its a VERY nice cover. I'd say, since you dress conservatively, you tend to be pretty straight in most respects." "Can I take the survey?" "Sure, I'll get one from my tent. It takes about an hour." They went over to Heather's tent and sat in the shade. Linda was right, the questions were pretty straightforward, but soon they began to hit snags. "Have you every been to a sex club?" Heather's answer brought her up short. "For men or women?" "Women? You mean women only?" "Women only." "I've never heard of such a thing. Have you been to one?" "I thought you were asking the questions here." Linda blushed and they both laughed. "Yes, I have." Now Linda was really curious. "Well, I am sworn not to every tell any details about who goes and where it is, but, let's just say that I know a friend's Aunt with unconventional needs and she's a member. She's always made sure I got to experience some of the better things in life and wanted to be sure I got to know about this too. I was eighteen, a freshman, and she asked me and her niece to go with her." "And?" "Well, it was a night to remember, I can tell you that." "Did you like it?" The very thought of such a place got Linda aroused. "To be honest, I loved it. They pamper you and do everything they can think of to get you hot and bothered and keep you that way all night. You have a partner, a woman, for the evening, and she attends to your every need. And I mean every need, if you know what I mean, even ones you never thought you had before you let them get their hands, and other things, on you. "And what were your needs?" "I needed to get off in a major way within fifteen minutes of walking in. And did they ever get me to cum. Hell, once I came in my shorts just walking down the hall to go back to the porn movie." The very memory of the night had Heather aroused as well, her nipples extending and pushing her top up in two points. They both spotted each others obvious signs of arousal and grinned at each other. "Um, let's get back to the survey." "OK, we definitely want to get finished." "Do you masturbate?" "Yes." "Do you use any mechanical or passive aids?" "Yes, and electronic, too." "Electronic?" Linda paused again. "Well, it would take to long to explain, and I don't have any of that stuff out here, but there are some unbelievable products out there, if you know who to contact." "Describe the aids you use." "We could be here all day. Why don't I just show you and you can make notes?" "I don't normally ask to see..." "That's OK, I have them right here." With that, she pulled a medium size bag out from under the cot and began to lay out the many devices she had with her. Linda was stunned and very aroused to see the variety of fucking gear Heather owned. And apparently used quite frequently. She had occasionally rubbed herself with objects in the room around her, but nothing even remotely close to this. "I see you like my toys." Linda's nipples were rock hard under her tight t-shirt, standing on top of her cone-shaped boobs, the were up and proud. "God, yes. I've never seen anything like this stuff." Her hand reached out, shaking slightly, then hesitated. "Can I touch it?" "Sure." Each piece was handled and Heather explained its use. When they came to the enormous double dildo, Linda picked up its considerable weight and whispered, "God, this monster would rip you open." "No, in spite of what you see, it actually... Well, beside size, this honey has more surprises in it than you can imagine. To get it in, you squeeze it down to be narrow on one end and then let it expand inside for a nice tight, well, expanding fit. Then your partner does the same thing. The fluid goes to the other end and then the fun really begins. The fluid inside has all sorts of other special properties. The heat inside also makes it swell up some more. It then fits real tight, every nook and cranny, if you know what I mean, and the feelings and movement inside each partner are transmitted to the other." Linda found herself hot as she continued to fondle the device. She was imagining what it would feel like. Squeezing one end, she felt the other end instantly swell in response. She could imagine what this must feel like inside. She felt her pussy go wet and she looked down and her nipples were still hard. She finally looked over at Heather. She had been watching her reaction to the dong and her description of how it was used. Heather licked her lips and decided to take a chance. She reached over and took the tool from Linda and began to rub it up Linda's arm. Linda trembled, but did nothing to stop Heather as their eyes locked. "The only way to really understand what I mean is to try it." The black head moved over the tight nipple and down, and over to the other tit, the tingles shooting to Linda's pussy, already very, very damp. Linda had never made it with a woman, but had often wondered how it would be. Heather moved close and kissed her. Placing the tool on the cot, she moved back to Linda and took off her top. Freeing her own swollen rack, she put her hands around Linda's waist and drew her to her. Linda's hard points pressed into Heather's and then the breasts flattened into each other, pressing back firmly onto each rib cage. The pressure was delightful. Tongues merged and soon Linda was breathless. With the sensuous kiss, all her reservations fled and she gave herself to this lusty woman. Heather took the lead and peeled Linda's slacks and bikini underwear, then her own. They merged back together, pussies grinding on each other. Linda was groaning at the contact of her erect clit on the thick mat of hair. Heather led Linda to the cot and removed a blanket, then arranged Linda on her back on one end the blanket on the floor. Spreading her legs, she picked up the tool and made one end very slim. Linda closed her eyes as Heather, working very slowly and gradually, inserted the now slim head inside, and, with slight in and out movements, worked six inches inside. Linda's fingers traced the thick tool as she took it, moaning slightly as her pussy expanded to take the invader. This was more than Linda had ever experienced and her hips were bucking on the tool. "Now me. We lay apart with our legs inside each other, and the tool joining us. Our pussies do all the work." Heather squeezed very gently on the tool and Linda instantly felt the swelling fullness stretch her cunt even more. Deep inside, the bulbous head began to regain its size and Linda groaned a deep groan as her belly rippled with passion, stretched with every nerve on fire. Heather moved into position, and the her head of the tool popped inside her slick cunt. Her hand shaking as she lay down, and very gradually inched down until their pussies were still six inches apart, with the swollen member now joining them. Linda felt the pulses of Heather as her stretched cunt spasmed and clenched the swelling dong. Her own pussy reacted and the pattern established itself. Linda felt her passion rise and rise, with the swelling dong stretching and teasing her, every nerve in her cunt now protesting and exploding. As the minutes went by, both girls moved deep in the heat of this fuck, hips twitching and their pussies, full and wet, becoming more and more spasmodic. And they twitched on as the dong worked in deeper and deeper, the six inches becoming five, then four, gradually disappearing. Now the pussy lips, slick with cum, pressed against each other and added their sensations to the accelerating pace. Moans and cries of pleasure filled the tent. Their fingers intertwined and they pulled on each other to thrust. Linda could take no more and her babbling increased. "Oh, God. It is sooooooo good. Good. God. Good. Oh, fuck. Fuck me. Yes. Yes. I need to cum. I. cum. cum. cum. YES! YES!. Ungh! UNGH! " She came in a wave of spasms that drove the breath from her. Her pussy clenched the tool with a tight spasm and the shock hit Heather's stretched and lust filled cunt and her orgasm took her as well in a loud groan that joined in with Linda's shouts. As the passion receded, Heather kept Linda, exhausted from the intensity of her orgasm, in position. Stretched and full, they lay there, trembling. After several minutes, Heather's pussy spasmed again in ripples of intense passion and gripped the dong. Linda's tortured cunt, to her surprise, answered with a sharp squeeze of its own. Five minutes later, they began to build up the pattern and the moaning began again. It was over an hour later when, sweaty and exhausted, they slowly uncoupled and embraced. The rest of the time of Linda's stay in the camp, she would stop by and borrow various items for her research, including, from time to time, Heather herself. She left camp an expert in her field. ------- Chapter 17 The morning dawned bright and clear. Paula gave Heather a hug and they bolted a quick breakfast, then went out to take care of livestock and lock up the ranch. By mid-morning, Paula had rounded up the requested items and gased up the Jeep, and they were on their way up a winding trail through the land behind the house. It was over an hour before they entered a woods and finally came out along a beautiful lake. They followed the trail and swung along the lake until they went a short way up a hill and came upon a beautiful, two-story, large unpainted summer house, with wrap-around porches. As they pulled into the yard and parked the Jeep along side two other vehicles, a petite woman with very short brown hair waved from the front door. "That's Amy. She's my cousin. My other Aunt, Monica, will show up sometime. Probably off with the guests somewhere. Let me introduce you." The introductions were cordial, with Amy being very friendly and smiling. Only in her early forties, she was much younger than Heather had expected. And very pretty, too. Trim figure, she was wearing a skimpy halter top and short shorts. She had a deep tan that could only have been gotten from nude sunbathing. Amy sent Paula off with a wave to find Monica, who was somewhere down on the lake fishing, and invited Heather in for a cup of coffee. The house inside was laid out with a large common area that was dominated with a huge stone fireplace on one end, door leading off to several side rooms on two walls, and an upstairs balcony that went around three sides of the house, with doors along each wall. "Paula can give you the tour later." "This is very beautiful." "Thank you, we try to make it comfortable and make it a home away from home." Coffee in hand, they settled into a large sofa near the fireplace and Amy spent the next hour talking with Heather, finding out about her family and friends, her studies, and her views on various things. "Well, you have told me a lot about yourself, so I'm going to let you in some important things you need to know about Paula, and her two Aunts. As you know, we are not really her Aunts, but when her parents died in a car accident, I was at their house and only then did we find out that I was the closest living relative who could take her." "I never expected to have a family to raise, but I took Paula and moved out here to the ranch. I guess you must have guessed that Monica is my lover. Anyway, we have raised her and I believe that she has turned out to be a quite beautiful, honest and open individual. How her sexual preference turns out is totally up to her, as we have always been careful not to push her one way or the other, just to be understanding that not all people are automatically one way or the other. Some," she smiled, "decide not to decide and enjoy both sexes." "Now about this cabin. Out here in Montana, people who find out they are gay or bi-sexual have a very rough time, particularly the women. This is a very conservative society, and there being so few people, everyone seems to know everyone else's business, so privacy is almost out of the question. When Monica and I first arrived, we worked very hard to get established as two straights with a young baby. We both dated around a lot with the local men, but never let things go very far with any one person. Got reputations for being down right picky about our men." "But we got invited to lots of parties and picnics and by and by, got to know many of the women and wives. And discovered that there was quite a secret gay and bi-sexual society out here among the women, but almost never did any of them have a chance to act on their desires. They were all very much in the closet. Hell, if they ever got caught, they probably would have been killed." "So, Monica and I set out to give them a chance to safely get some action. We bought this piece of land and had this cabin built by builders from well outside of the area. Then, we set out to supply it with all the things that a person might like to have around, depending on their tastes. And after it was here and we had used it ourselves for a year, we decided it was time to run our first test. We had a little dinner one night for two friends who we knew were gay or bi-sexual and after dinner, we sat them down and very frankly told them what we had in mind. Total secrecy, everyone else willing to help plan the covers, the way we would get the place reserved in secret, and the rules of the road." "They were amazed and were so excited. We planned an outing for them to see the place, and they decided to take the chance. Over the years, we have had quite a few ladies in on the secret, who help each other have a night out, so to speak. Right now, there are two friends here who spent the weekend and decided to stay an extra day. I have asked them to stay down by the lake until you and I have had a chance to talk. And now I have to ask you, can I trust you to keep our secret and protect what we have here? I'm not asking you to leave, or have relations with anyone here, but it is important for their safety that I know how to proceed." "I think it is wonderful that you have done this for everyone, and risked your own situation to help all these people. I give you my word that as far as I'm ever concerned, all I know about this place is that you come up here to fish, swim, and read." Amy gave her a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Paula said you were a real find. She's very taken with you, I hope you realize?" "We, she has a way of getting under my skin, too." Amy laughed. "Paula and her toys. Which one was it last night?" "Some kind of long tool, wider at one end. You put it in your rear and then it starts to wiggle and move..." "She really likes you dear. That is something she reserves for her exclusive use up here when she is alone. At least up till now." "What do you call this place?" They walked out on the front porch and Amy placed a colorful flag in a holder. It fluttered in the breeze. "We haven't named it so far, have you a suggestion?" "How about, 'Hole in the Wall'" Amy laughed. "Well, that's one of the better ones so far. Personally, I always said that if we built it, they would come." Heather laughed. "I'll bet they do." Amy smiled back. "You bet they do. And that leads me to rule number two: You wash all you own bedding till it's spotless, or you replace it." "What's rule number one?" "Come again." Up the walk were four people approaching the cabin from down by the lake. The first was a blond in her mid-thirties, nice tan and long legs. She looked up and waved a greeting. The other walking along side her was a little older, around forty. She had jet black hair, long, pulled back in a pony tail. Her face was pleasant, with weather lines from hours in the sun. She had a large boned frame and walked with a purposeful stride. Amy took the lead, as the blond came up the steps. "Karen, I want to introduce you to Heather, a new friend of Paula's who's come up for a few days. Heather is from the bone dig over on the bluff. You know, they got stranded by the weather last night." Karen smiled again and said, "Hi!" She seemed nice. But quiet. The other woman had come up the stairs one step behind Karen and stuck out her hand and said, "Caught the name Heather, right? Mine's Bonny. Always a pleasure to see a new face up here." As she said it, she was staring at Heather's ample bosom quite openly. Amy headed her off. "Now Bonny, Heather is only here for a few days with Paula, and then will be off to the dig or back to school I imagine. I think we can allow her some quiet and relaxation." Now coming up the stairs with her arm around Paula's waist was a very delightful looking woman, also in her early forties. She had a striking figure, well shown off in a two piece sun outfit. "Heather, this is Monica." "Well, hello everyone. I'm so glad to meet you all," Heather said. A bell went off and Amy went inside while everyone else was chatting away. She was back in a minute. "OK, we have a bit of a problem. Bonny's husband called the Stevenson's and said he'd stop over there for dinner on his way home from the airport. I figure you can just make it. I know you've only just arrived, but Paula, would you do the honors and do the driving. Heather can keep you company." In minutes, Bonny and Karen were in the back of a new Toyota off-road vehicle with Paula driving and Heather riding shotgun. They went out a completely different way than they came in, over a little used trail, mostly weed grown. Ten miles later, they flashed out on a minor, abandoned back road and took off at high speed toward the setting sun. An hour later, they reached the outskirts of a small town and Paula finally slowed from the blistering pace. They turned up a side street and went along slowly past a small white framed house. Bonny, who had been very nervous the entire trip and very quiet, suddenly let out a breath of air and said, "We beat him. His car's not here yet. Turn around and I'm out of here." She reached up and gave Paula's shoulder a squeeze. "Your lead foot saved the day again." In seconds, they had dropped her off and went on out of town a bit further. As they did, a brown car went by and Paula said, "The husband. We only just did make it." They dropped Karen off in the next town at another house and turned around to leave. The cab of the vehicle, all of the windows of which were darkened with very dark smokey plastic, was lit up as Paula opened up the sun roof. They drove along at a slower pace, hair flying around wildly in the air. Paula, turning on the radio, suddenly grinned and said, "Hey, let's have some fun." And with that, she let go of the wheel and pulled her top over her head. Her large tits, spilling out of the hardly needed bra, were jiggling in the bouncing vehicle. A quick reach behind her and the bra fell away and the delicious boobs bobbed free. Heather remembered their firm succulence the previous night and felt herself grow aroused. "You too, baby." "Somebody might see and we'll get arrested," Heather protested." But she was tempted, nonetheless. "Not in here. That's why I had the windows darkened. Come on, get naked. Here." She was reaching over, brazenly unbuttoning her blouse. Her hand slipped inside and slid down inside the bra, still restraining the right breast, and squeezed the nipple gently. It was all the reminding Heather needed. "OK, OK, but you keep your eyes on the road." Her top and bra fell to the floor and she thrilled to the thought of riding with the sun and wind streaming in through the sunroof. In the distance, another vehicle could be seen approaching and she sat still, intent on catching the driver's reaction to their splendid state of undress. But the other car went by and the driver, a man, never even turned his head. "You're right, they can't see us." Heather said and relaxed a bit. "But I can. Come over here and let me get my hands on those beautiful babies." Heather slid over and her thigh pressed against Paula's. Paula put the truck on cruise control and lifted her right leg up over Heather's, opening up her box to the wind and rotating her body slightly to the right. Her firm breast pressed on Heather's arm. She slid her right arm around Heather's shoulders and her hand reached down and long fingers began to stroke Heather's breast and nipple, already standing up from the friction from her hair whipping around it and the cool air spilling in and over the sun-heated skin. The sensations were powerful and she soon gave herself to the sensations of lust and fire that began to course through her body. Her eyes closed and a low moan escaped her now open mouth. Her immediate arousal heightened Paula's already aggressive attack and her hand stoked, pushed, and pulled the turgid peaks. Heather was panting now, coming into real, undeniable heat. "Ohhhh... Good... Nice... Yes. Pinch it. Ow! Shit. Oh, that's good. More. I'm so ready. Oh, I need it. Please. I need it. Stop the truck. I need to cum. Please... Ohhhhh." Several miles passed as Heather's passion continued to build and Paula helped herself to the lusty body, topless on the seat next to her. Heather's passion was driving her own body to respond, and she felt herself lubricate. "Do you want it?" She whispered in Heather's ear. "Oh, yes. I want it. I need it. Stop. Hurry. Stop. Fuck me. Ohhhh... Ummmmmmm." "Let's wait till we get back to the cabin...", Paula teased Heather. "No. Now. Do me. Please. Oh, God, I'm so hot and ready. Do me." "Pull down your shorts and get ready." Heather did as she was told, her hands popped the button and the zipper screamed as she pulled them down and off her hips. Her foot tossed them against the cab window. Her panties followed a second later. The crotch, darkly stained with the wet of her cum, added its own musk to the atmosphere in the cabin as the wind spun around and around. But the truck wasn't slowing and Heather pleaded again. Paula had another idea. "We can do this while I drive. Stand on the car seat out through the sunroof, facing the back. I'll slide over a bit and it'll be a perfect fit." And Heather, alarmed at the suggestion of being so openly exposed to the world, began to protest, but the stoking, squeezing hand, and her own need to get off overcame her protests and after another few seconds, she emerged from the sunroof. No cars were visible in any direction for many, many miles. Paula had slowed the truck down quite a bit. By standing a bit sideways, facing the driver, and spreading her legs, she presented an open target to Paula's eager tongue. Paula slid over and, after first making sure she could see and steer safely, guided Heather's right leg over her shoulder and began to lick the sopping quim now at her ready lips. The taste was delicious and she worked her tongue deeper and deeper into the ready cunt at her mouth. Heather, wind-whipped and nervous, felt the guiding hand on her leg, raising it over the waiting shoulder. The rasp of Paula's probing tongue cut off all other observations as her clit, already inflamed from an hour of constant arousal, now felt the heat and grip of this randy organ, sending shocks up her back. Her hips bucked and tried to drive the organ deeper into her box. Her breasts were mountains of pleasure as the wind pulled at the nipples and they bounced with the motion of the truck. The tight skin pulled on the nipples and fire spread across her chest and down her belly. In only a few miles, she built up and rushed to orgasm. Her leg tightened behind Paula's back, pulling the head into her crotch. She involuntarily bent backwards, eyes closed, her hands slid up her lower body and came up under her engorged breasts, cupping them, lifting them, and gripping the nipples savagely as the orgasm took her. Her wild, pleasure cries were carried away on the wind and across the open prairie on each side of the truck. Paula struggled to see and steer as the leg pushed her face deep into the steamy crotch, but she knew from the unrestrained twitching and bucking Heather was about to cum. Her right hand, till now behind the small of Heather's back, traveled downward and the middle finger dipped into Heather's honey pot and became slick with the copious flow. It was withdrawn and Heather jerked again as it slid slowly, but firmly into her ass. It stayed there, wiggling and adding to her uncontrolled spasms, her hips jerking in reaction, driving the probing tongue deeper into her pussy. In seconds, another orgasm followed the first, driving her breath from her. Minutes later, her head still spinning and her nerves still tingling from the explosive release of sexual tension, she slowly slid back into the cab and lay propped up against Paula, groaning and moaning. Her head in Paula's lap, slowly the passion ebbed. Paula stroked her hair and back, her right breast pressing down gently over the side of Heather's face. As Heather became more settled, she turned on her back and sucked the pointed tip into her hot mouth and began to gently wash the growing point with her saliva and tongue. Paula felt the warm sensation and the rasp of the tongue and her own lust began to rise strongly again. Her voice was husky. "Shit. Hey, baby, we're almost at the turn-in and I'm going to need to actually drive if we're going to get back to the camp in one piece." The gently sucking continued, then Heather stopped and sat up beside her. Still naked, she fondled the jiggling boobs as the truck wound up through the hills. Just short of the cabin, they halted long enough to put their clothes back on, although the bras remained off and in their pockets. Parking the truck in the garage, they gave each other a big, wet French kiss, finally stopping when both became breathless. ------- They discovered the cabin locked and empty. Paula found the hidden key and let them in. A note on the table from Monica said that they had a call from the ranch and had to go back to take care of business. They hoped they'd stay a few days and enjoy themselves and would see them both later in the week. So they had the cabin to themselves. They gave each other a big grin and headed off to the kitchen to get some dinner. It had been morning since either had eaten anything (with the exception of Paula, as she reminded Heather with a wicked grin) and they were starved. After dinner, Paula gave Heather the grand tour of the cabin and the lake. The cabin was very beautifully equipped, with very large, airy bedrooms with king sized beds. A large, very well sound-proofed electric generator provided power without noise. The basement had a fully equipped workout room. After cleaning up, they went out on the porch and sat on a swing and watched the stars come out. The evening air was much cooler now, and the very gentle breeze rustled the leaves in the treetops from time to time. Heather finally moved over to a chair and put her feet up on the rail. Paula moved over next to her and perched on the high railing, feet on the deck. As they talked, Heather began running her long fingernails up and down the inside of Paula's long leg. Over time, the gentle trace raised an urgent need in Paula to have it go higher and higher. She shifted her legs apart, pressing the right one tightly against Heather's thigh, opening up access to her honey pot. In the darkness, Heather could hear her breathing grow more and more ragged as her caress went higher. She finally stopped just a fraction short of direct contact with the now very sensitive nerves, pulsating against the tight fabric of her panties. Not shy, she simply stepped out of her shorts and peeled off the panties and said, "Higher. Do me. I need you to stroke me and eat me and fuck me. Please, hurry. I've wanted you to do me ever since the truck ride." She sighed as an index finger traced the outline of her black, full bush, then, after some tentative probes, eased inside her to the hilt. The finger pressed, turned, pressed, withdrew and began a slow, tantalizing fuck as her cum began to flow like a faucet. Paula was groaning now. A second finger joined the first, spreading the pussy wider, demanding and getting entrance. Then, a third. The groaning became a eager monologue of passion. "Yessssss. Oh, God. That's so GOOD! Deeper. Yes. Fuck it. Fuck my needy hole. Ohhhhhhhh... YESSSSSSS!!!" She was shouting now, her hips bouncing on the railing, an arm around a porch post for support. Her head was back, hair falling out and down behind her head, body shaking. Heather leaned forward and knelt between Paula's legs and smoothly replaced her plunging fingers with her tongue, sweeping up the torrent of cum pouring from the lust of this sweet box, and probed inside, driving Paula up, higher and higher. Her orgasm took her in an intense grip, and stars exploded in her brain. "OH! LICK IT! SUCK IT! LICK! SUCK! FUCK! FUCK! SHIT! SHIT! IMGOINGIMGOINGGGGGGGG... !!!!! The last one continuous shout of glorious passion and lust as she shook and trembled. After that send off, they sat together on the porch for a while, then headed for bed. Heather's room was upstairs on the opposite side from the one Paula would be using, they waved good night and she closed the door. Able to study the room with more time, she was surprised to find that it was fully equipped with a VCR, television fed from a satellite dish on the roof which she hadn't noticed either, a good selection of books and VCR's, and a note reminding the occupant that a full library of books and films was available off the basement and to return anything she took out before she left. A bit tired, she took a shower, letting the water cascade off her back for a while, then towled down and returned to the room and slipped into a plain cotton nightgown left on the foot of the bed. It fit very well, but didn't do anything for her shape. She turned down the sheets and killed the lights, sliding into bed. As she placed her head on the pillow, she felt a hard object underneath, and pulled it out. Turning on the light, she found a VCR with a note attached. It was from Monica. "Sorry we never got a chance to talk. A friend in the movie business sent this along the other day and I think you'll enjoy it. Let me know what you think.- Monica" The note said. The title on the film was "The Best Laid Plans". Curious, she slid the film into the VCR and started up the TV, adjusting the sound lower. Then she remembered Paula telling her the rooms were sound-proofed. "You could shoot an elephant in there and no one would hear the gun" were the words she had used. She killed the lights again and the film started. The scene was a very nicely furnished business ante-room, with several hardback, stuffed chairs, side tables with coffee and refreshments on one side of the room and other tables with brochures and other papers on the other. As the camera panned the room, a door at one end opened and several women entered, dressed in very nice business attire, chatting as they walked in. The stopped at the table and got some pamphlets and moved over to a corner. Other people entered, all young women, very smartly dressed until approximately twenty people filled the room. One of the women, a blond with long, curly hair in a pale suit, moved around the room, checking on everything and speaking briefly to everyone. As she moved away to the table with the coffee on it, the doors opened again and three women entered, the camera moving in for closer shots. Two of the women, very pretty, were a little older than the rest and the rest of the room watched them out of the corner of their eyes. These were clearly the boss and a clientwith an aide. The boss began introducing the woman around the room with brief introductions. The other woman, dressed in a very conservative dark outfit, with a single long, dark braid of shiny hair, followed behind, introducing herself behind her boss. She was the administrative aide to the client, who was doing her best to avoid her. Finally, the aide, standing by herself looking a little indecisive for a moment, turned and went over toward the coffee table, coming up along side the blond, who did not look over. The camera moved to the other side of the table and for the first time, the two women were seen close up. The brunette spoke first. "You are supposed to have some package." She poured and stirred her coffee. It was a statement, not a question. The blond smiled and turned. Even the suit couldn't hide the very full figure. The blouse gaped strategically in front, revealing striking cleavage. "Nice of you to say so. I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage. Hello, I'm Tina." The brunette turned and started to say, "No, I mean..." her eyes fell on the swelling bosom, long neck and beautiful face and she stammered. Finally looking up, she said, "I meant, they told me to pick up a package from you. I'm Sue, Miss Locklear's assistant." Tina's face was suddenly serious. "I have to talk to you during the break. Remember, I'm on channel 15 and the code is 'Snatch'. Just then, another door opened and they all went into a darkened, very plush high tech briefing room. Each person had a stuffed, high sided leather seat that they sank back into, almost completely out of view of anyone else in the room. Small monitors on arms could be swung in so that only they could see the screen. A small key pad was attached to each arm of the chair, with one-half of the entire keyboard on each pad. You could type without moving your hands. Tina stood up and welcomed everybody, then gave them a quick run down on the working of the equipment. "We will be giving you a full briefing on the services and benefits for doing business with our firm. We hope you find it stimulating." She resumed her seat and the light dimmed further and a large screen at the front of the room began to play an intro film. She kept watch on her monitor and about ten minutes into the droning pitch, a single word suddenly appeared. "Tina?" "Yes. Sue?" "Yes.?" "I know you are in trouble." "What do you mean?" "I know about the tape Locklear has of you and your -- friend. I know she is using it to pressure you." "How..." "We have sources." "OK, what do you want?" "Aside from a good look at you without the jacket, I think I can help you." "I don't think anyone can help me." "Look, talk to me at the break. I can explain. Believe me, this is your lucky day." The screen stopped blinking and the movie faded to a scene with everyone coming out of the room for a break. After a bit, Tina came over to Sue and Miss Locklear in the corner and offered to show Sue how the multi-media room operated. They went back inside the briefing room. Tina pulled her up to the front of the room and started talking fast. "Just listen. Your boss got my boss to set up this session so they could film a porn show in here. My boss has hired a female hooker to come in later in the show, under the table when no one can see, and do a job on Locklear. They have the cameras set up to film everyone's reaction to her getting off, especially you. She wants it as a keep sake. Likes to know others are watching. My boss is going to keep a copy of the tape and blackmail Locklear for the business. To add to the excitement, she's having Locklear's coffee or whatever spiked with a drug that will get her really aroused and believe me, when it hits her, they could burn the building down around her and she would still want it. When I did the background on your company, I ran across some things that didn't add up and did some more digging and found out she's got you under her thumb. It pissed me off, since they were going to film me as well. So, if you are in, here's my plan." "I've got the cameras set up to film everyone but us two. After the incident is over, I have to go to the recording room upstairs and make a quick copy of the tape for my boss to give to Locklear and give the master to my boss. Well, we'll just run off two extra copies for us." "You've got to be kidding. In front of all these people she's going to let..." "Honey, when that shit hits her system, she's going to be begging anything that moves to do her. Sue, are you in with me? I'll need your help to make the copies so there won't be a delay." People began walking back into the room. Tina began talking louder about a few technical things on one of the keypads. Sue nodded her head and said, "I think I understand. Thank you for sharing all that with me. It'll take a few moments to take this all in and know what to do." Tina replied, "If there is anything I can do to help you, let me know." In a low voice she said. "15 Snatch, I'll be waiting for an answer." She touched the woman's arm. "Seize the moment, baby. Go for it." Sue headed for her seat and Tina ducked outside and ran into the assistant who's job it was to spike Locklear's coffee. "How'd that go? Mission accomplished?" "No problem, just before you all took your break, I spiked the coffee, just like she said. Put the whole bottle in, just to be sure!" "Not the whole pot of coffee! Oh, my God!" Her mind raced and she realized she had had a cup of coffee during the break. It would only be a short while before she too would feel the effects of the drug. Things were not going well. Back in her seat, there was a message from Sue. "We have a big problem. Locklear sent me a note saying she had the coffee spiked with a sex drug to see what everybody's reaction will be during the meeting and to take notes for future use! I had two cups during the break!" Tina didn't have the heart to tell her it was worse than she thought. The briefing went on. It was the first wave of heat that flushed her face and chest that told her the drug was hitting. A mild feeling of arousal was an added effect and within moments, she felt a growing need to be more fully aroused. Her nipples rose and pushed her blouse up in distinct points. Nipples that needed to be squeezed and stroked. Her hand was involuntarily reaching up, cupping the breast, a long fingertip sliding up and around the hard tip, probing and tweaking the tender flesh. The friction sent a flame up her spine and she gave a slight gasp. Across the way, Sue was in even worse straits. Her head was pushed back into the plush chair, mouth slightly open, and her top was now unbuttoned, with a hand boldly slipped inside her blouse, a nipple firmly grasped and being worked. Her body was pulsing in reaction to the stimulation. Her other hand was tracing the inside of her thigh, pushing her skirt up higher and higher. ------- As another minute went by, everyone in the room was squirming in their chairs, out of sight of the others. One girl pulled her blouse open and popped a firm breast out of its cup and kneaded the firm flesh in strong, urgent pulls. Her eyes were closed and her face was flushed with passion. A loud groan filled the air. Hardly anyone noticed. Tina was gripping the edge of her chair, fighting the reaction. She had to hold on till this was over and get that film. A note appeared, "Hold on, don't give in to it. I'll be right back." Sue was in a bad way. A very controlled person, she was sitting very still, eyes half closed, and kept licking her lips. Her blouse was open and her nice chest almost exposed, but she was staring at the message from Tina and gripped the chair harder. Tina slipped outside and found a small woman, slim figure and short hair, waiting, sipping a cup of coffee. "Are you Carolyn?" The woman nodded. Tina was starring at the cup of coffee. "Nice coffee, it's my second cup!" Tina rolled her eyes and asked "Do you understand your instructions?" "Well, I'm supposed to slip into the room and get under the table and then lap up this woman until she cums, right? You want lots of noise, or just do her quick?" "Lots of noise. Make her beg to be finished. As out of control as you can manage. Here is your fee. Cash, small bills as you asked. I slipped another thousand in there." The woman's eyes widened. "I'm counting on you to make this woman give us a real show. She wanted to put the screws on everybody else, but we're turning the tables on her and screwing her instead." "Well, sounds like fun. Let's get started." Tina gave her directions on who was sitting where, and went back into the room and resumed her seat. A minute later, the door opened briefly and closed. No one noticed. Tina tapped a couple of keys and the video picture of Locklear appeared on her screen above the message area. She flashed the picture onto Sue's screen as well. Sue saw the screen change and began to watch. In moments, you could see Locklear smile and shift around in her chair, smiling. Soon, a leg lifted up over the arm of the chair and the back of a head was visible. In only seconds, her eyes closed and her head leaned back and her mouth opened. The head was moving and bobbing as she worked on Locklear's plush pussy. Sue's hand moved back inside her blouse and lifted her breast up and out of the bra cup and squeezed the nipple. Her eye's never left the screen. Her screen beeped and beeped again. A message appeared. "Follow me outside through the side door. We need to go to the control room. If you read this, signal OK and erase this message." Sue typed OK and pushed enter, then clear. Across the room, Tina was moving along the wall and suddenly pulled open a door that was invisible. She looked over at Sue, who left her chair and followed. No one was watching them as they slipped out together. They went up a flight of stairs and entered a door at the top. The small room was full of video screens, each showing different people. The camera was focused closely on Locklear. A microphone in her chair was picking up the sounds of her lust. "Oh. You wonderful bitch. Eat me. Please. Eat me Oh, yes. Oh." She hissed. "More, more. Please. I can't stand this. Oh." Carolyn was licking the inside of her thighs, now very wide open, both legs over the arms of the air. Her long tongue worked its way up to the dark mat of hair and disappeared inside the very visible pink hole momentarily, then spread a slick trail of saliva and cum down the other thigh. As the tongue flicked inside, Locklear would jerk and moan. "Oh, shit. That's good. Tongue. Wet tongue. Give it to me. Tongue. YES! Lick it! Deeper! Oh, God, Deep. Deep. Lick it!" The hiss was becoming louder. Locklear's back was bent and her head was back. The head moved down her leg again. Her pussy was open like a flower, slick and wet. Her hands pulled open her blouse and two nice breasts bounded into view. She cupped them and kneaded the tight nipples. "Ungh. Please. cum. I need to cum. I have to cum. Please lick me. Yes. Yes! YES!!! LICK! SUCK!! YESSSSS!!!" She was yelling now. Under Tina's guidance, the camera moved down and followed the long tongue in and out of her hole. The lips closed over the turgid clit and pursed and sucked, then released the bud, licking around it. The hips jerked and thrust. And the head moved away again. Tina and Sue were spellbound, standing side by side, watching the screen. Tina's arm went around Sue's waist and then they turned and kissed, very passionately. Sue's lips moved up to Tina's ear and whispered "My package wants to fuck you. Please fuck me." A tongue went in and around Tina's ear. Tina kept trying to control the camera, to keep the action in focus. Her eyes kept closing as the hot tongue sent shivers down her spine. Hands were pulling her skirt off, pushing it down. Then her blouse fell away and the bra followed, her two ample breasts, topped with large nipples standing up like thumbs swaying gently as they were released. Sue stepped back and her clothes fell to the floor, then she was back behind Tina, her firm breasts flattened into Tina's back, Tina's cheeks pushed into her twat, her arms encircled Tina's trim waist and came up under the plush, full breasts and lifted and kneaded them, long finger nails raking the surface of the tender orbs. Tina groaned. "We have to wait. Please, we have to get this on film. Oh, we can't fuck this up now. Oh God, that's so nice. Please." Her pleading did nothing to stop Sue's assault. A hand wandered down into Tina's bush and pressed and pushed the tender, swollen flesh. Tina's legs separated slightly and a finger found its home inside to the second knuckle. It re-appeared, wet and slick from the copious flow, and disappeared in a steady rhythm. "Sue, oh, God. Sue. Watch the screen." Sue came around from the rear and they turned to each other and her hand went immediately back to Tina's bush. She turned to face the screen. On the screen, Locklear was gasping for air, thrusting in a steady pattern against the tip of Carolyn's tongue, kept just out of full reach of the hungry pussy. The tip of the tongue would brush the top of the now very visible turgid clit, and a shudder would go through Locklear's body. "OH. OH. OH. Shit. Crap. Shit. Oh. Oh. OH Ah Ah AH AH! AH!" Her tail was slapping the leather chair beneath her buns. Her twat was now fully spread and Carolyn was moving her head around, the tongue never touching the creamy pussy in the same place twice in a row. Locklear moaned over and over. Now she was a horny, lustful little girl, totally under the control of this torture, and all pretense of acting gone. "Help me. oh oh OH! I. OH. cum cum I want to cum I need to cum Oh SHIT!!! Please! Oh, Please!" Sue sank two fingers in Tina's hole. Tina groaned. "Oh, yes. Fuck my box." The fingers worked, in and out in a slow paced rhythm. "Ummmmmm." Her hips were thrusting to meet each insertion. Her concentration was almost totally gone as this sex pot drove her reserve from her. The heat in her belly spread up her and she could barely stand. Her free hand traveled over Sue's breast and arm, then reached down and found Sue's very wet hole. Tina's eyes closed and her mouth opened with a deep groan as two fingers sank far into her, trapping the tender clit between them. Standing there, fucking each other, the cries from the monitor brought their unfocused eyes back to the screen, to a Locklear gone beyond pleading. Only small squeaks and gasps of air were coming from her, her tail lifted high off the chair, her head was thrashing back and forth, her breath coming in explosive gasps. And then, Carolyn finally took her to the top, her cock-tongue sliding deep inside, working and plunging in and out in a rapid fashion. "Coming. I'm Coming. OHohOHohOHohOOOOOOOOOOImCOMMMMMMMMMMMMMM... !! It ended in a long drawn out shout. Her hands back behind the top of the chair, her pussy thrust over and over into the waiting, driving, hungry mouth of Carolyn. And then, as her body shuddered several times, she fainted. Carolyn made a big production out of licking up the steady flow of cum pouring from the quivering pussy. Heather's hand had reached down and a long middle finger was working its way in and out of her now slippery cunt. The torrid sex on the screen, obviously not faked and beautifully photographed, had quickly aroused her, in spite of how tired she had felt only minutes before. Her clit was reaching up and out between the slick pussy lips. The back of her thumb began to stroke its underside as it rose steadily, reaching several inches and tingling. She began to shudder and felt her chest tighten. Another finger joined the first as she fought to keep her attention on the screen. On the screen, Tina and Sue were kissing in a deep, messy, very wet French kiss as their fingers continued to pump their passion higher. Tina broke free with a gasp and turned to the equipment. Sue slid her tongue into Tina's ear as Tina slid a blank tape in a copy unit and backed up the first tape. As she did so, Sue moved behind her and her hand went down, a thumb pushing the cheeks aside, and fingers finding a home once again, thumb resting on top of the puckered asshole. Tina moaned loudly and leaned over the console, her butt projecting and her legs far apart. As the camera rolled, the thumb pressed and retreated, sloppy fingers trailing wet cum onto the tender hole, and the thumb returned, pressing down and disappearing to the first knuckle. Tina whimpered. "Oh! It hurts a little. OH. OH!!" The thumb went in to the hilt and was beginning to flex and turn a little. The other fingers went deep into the waiting pussy and began to pump harder and faster. Tina was in ecstasy as she shook and trembled from the lust racing through her body. Sue's hand continued to pump. Somehow, Tina reached out and started the first tape copy running. "My God, I'm going to CUMMMMMMM!!!!!!!" She bucked and the probing hand worked hard and fast. A flood of cum ran down the soaked lips. Sue slid underneath and began to lick, as the camera recorded the cum flowing onto her tongue. It licked for a minute, sometimes deeply entering the still inflamed cunt as Tina moaned loudly. Heather's well practiced hand slowly spread her slick cum up and down her tense clit, electric sparks racing deep into her pussy, causing muscle spasms deep inside her belly. She slowed her own pace, forcing herself to wait till the movie was finished. She didn't realize her own quiet whimpers were joining those of the movie. Tina finally stood up and pulled Sue up to her, she turned her around and pushed her back over a small table in the middle of the small room, as she leaned back, Sue opened her legs and wrapped them around the approaching head as Tina plunged her tongue into the lush, black box without waiting. Tina was eager for this, needing release, wanting this horny bitch to fuck her so badly. She had never been so horny in her entire life. The tongue went into her hole in plunging, stabbing thrusts and her head began to rock back and forth. "Fuck my package. Fuck it. I'm so hot for this. Yes. Oh, Fuck Me fuck me. Oh, Yes, you hot bitch, fuck my package. Yes. Oh. Yes. Oh. Oh. Gooooood. Ummmmm. So goooood! Gooooooodd. Ohhhhh. OHHHHH!!!!. I'm going to cum. Lick me. Harder. Lick it. Suck it. Suck it. Yes. YES. YES. SUCK! SUCK!!! SUC... !!!!!" She came, legs wrapped around Tina's head, hands entwined in the thick hair, pulling her harder into her throbbing, pulsing cunt. Her tight breasts were thrust up between her arms, the nipples rising and becoming very hard as she orgasmed. Heather wanted the movie to end so she could cum, but it wasn't over. She raised her legs and suddenly noticed the velvet loops sticking out of the wall just over her head. In seconds, she placed her ankles in the loops and her legs were now up next to her ears, pressing down on her rock hard nipples and pushing her breasts down against her chest. Her pussy was wide open and very easy to reach. Her hand continued the slow teasing, with a third finger joining the first two, forcing the cunt open more. A trickle of cum spread down and over her tender asshole. Through her legs, she continued to watch the movie, through lust-blurred vision. Tina stood back from Sue and ran her hands up over Tina's body, pinching the still hard nipples, then leaned down over her, pussy to pussy, and kissed her. Their hips ground against each other. Clearly, they were both in heat again. Then Tina got up and quickly changed tapes and started another copy. As she did, the door opened and Carolyn stuck her head in. "Hell, how do you get out of this place?" "Come in. You did a beautiful job on the bitch. We got it all on tape." "Well, she sure was hot. And she got me hot too. I can't believe it. Looks like she got you both horny too. I'm the pro and, yes, I'm still horny!" Tina gave her a hug and a kiss. Carolyn said. "Hey, let's finish off today with a group bang. I want to pay you back for that great tip anyway." Her clothes came off quickly, revealing a very beautiful body, particularly a very plush bush. In seconds, she climbed up on the table and knelt over Sue's face, with her pussy just above Sue's mouth. Sue didn't hesitate, and her tongue began to fuck the waiting cunt. "Good. Good. Deeper. Good. Oh, honey. Fuck me good!" Tina climbed on the table and backed up to Carolyn's waiting mouth, as her tongue slipped inside Tina's own waiting slick box. Tina went down and began to eat out Sue. Hands slid up and down bodies, lifting and teasing nipples to life. Moans filled the air as heads lifted and surged forward, tongues lashing the insides of their eager, flowing pussies. Heather's middle finger left her cunt and reached down and pressed slowly into her ass, then her thumb went into the pussy and she pumped both holes. She'd never make the end of the movie as the tempo increased at an alarming rate. But she did. They all finished together. Heather's back bent, lifted clear of the bed, her head went back and she shuddered again and again as the orgasm ripped through her and a flood of cum poured onto her hand and down into her ass as the slick finger continued to add to the pleasure. The slick flood trickled into the dark hole as her thumb continued to move in broad circles, pushing the every widening opening to a larger size. On the film, unseen to Heather as her orgasm gripped her in another wave of intense pleasure, Carolyn came with a great gasp and groan, her tongue still buried deeply into Tina's quim. The vibration set off Tina, who pumped her head rapidly into Sue's tender hole in a grunting reflex and Sue joined them in ecstasy. As they got down, Tina stumbled to the copy machine and gave each a copy of the tape, plus one for herself. They put their clothes on, exchanged phone numbers and everyone left the room. The camera panned to the monitor of Locklear just coming to in the now empty room, looking very confused. Finally, she just smiled and put her head back on the chair. A hand wondered to her box. The credits rolled as her moans began to fill the screen amid a closeup of her fingers pumping into the swollen pussy. The next day was one of swimming and sleeping. After dinner, they went back on the porch and sat in the swing for a while. They spent several hours tracing the flow of each other's back and arms, sometimes wandering down and around their tits. Heather sat behind Paula for a while, tickling her back and ass. Then Paula went inside and returned with a wicked looking device, with two elastic straps that were attached as loops. Another double dong, one end somewhat short and thick, the other almost eleven inches long and slender and softly flexible, with a small bulb on the end. A thin soft rubber plate separated them and the elastic straps were attached to the plate. Paula began stripping Heather eagerly. "Come on, I want you to butt fuck me with this. My aunt gave it to me for my birthday and told me to only use this with someone I completely trust. That's you. I've always wanted to try this and tonight's my chance." "It's awful long. Are you sure?" "Well, we'll go slow and if it hurts, we'll stop." Their clothes off, Paula began to kiss Heather and stoke the jutting boobs, pulling and gently pinching. In only moments, Heather's low level of arousal began to and she soon was very hot and ready to proceed. She sat on the swing and slid her legs into the straps and eased the thicker dong up to the entrance of her pussy. Paula sat beside her and, continuing to kiss her, helped to ease the head into the entrance of the moist crack and worked it, a gentle finger sliding around it, dipping into the hole and wetting the rubber, each gentle push driving it deeper and deeper into the now very wet hole until Heather was panting and moaning slightly. Fully stuffed with pulsating rubber, Heather then reached between Paula's legs and stroked her pussy until it too was slick with cum. The thick dong was now buried deep inside Heather and she was humping eagerly, meeting the slight thrusts of Paula's hand. Judging the moment right, Paula stood up and leaned her on the porch railing, her firm tail jutting back and level with Heather's hips. Aiming a bit lower, with Heather's hand as a guide, the slim dong slid easily up into the waiting pussy, Heather being careful to ease it in slowly, but going deeper and deeper. Now that it was wet and well lubricated, she pulled it out and pressed the small bulb against the pink entrance to Paula's dark tunnel, the wet of the lubrication easing the way, Paula began rocking her hips back and forth as Heather, pressing firmly but slowly, began to find the pressure on the long dong caused the thick dong buried in her to shift and swell, stretching her nerves and causing her hips to twitch, breaking her concentration. Her lust grew in leaps and bounds and she wanted to hump. At last, the bulb pressed home and two inches slid inside before Heather could halt the thrust and pull back slightly. A shudder went through Paula and she groaned... "Oh. It went in. I feel it up in me. Ohhh..." Heather began to work the dong in and out very slowly, with her own pussy trying to force the pace. The fat dong worked her steamy hole as the friction from Paula's tight butt pulled hard on the dong on the outstrokes and created friction thrusting back on the in strokes. In spite of the slow, measured pace, four inches were soon inside Paula and she was beginning to push back involuntarily to meet each new thrust. She found the deep penetration in her unexplored back channel very arrousing and she moaned again. Five inches and now she groaned loudly as her arousal grew. Six inches and her hips began to thrust and meet the tool eagerly, pulling it from side to side as it slid in and out. "Heather, this is good. My cunt is wet." She was panting now, grunting slightly each time the dong plunged home and her ass slapped against Heather's belly. "I'm getting very horny. Oh, God. How deep... is... that... ? It's sooooo good. More. Please. Give me more. Go faster. Faster. Ohhhhh... Yes. Yes. That's... it... Eight inches were buried in the dark tunnel and Heather was now thrusting with some vigor as her own need began to take away her ability to control the pace. Nine inches. "Aggggghhhhh... Yes." Breathless. Gasping. Grunting. "Yes. More. Oh. More. I'm going to explode I'm so full. My ass is so FULLLLLL OH GOD!!!" Ten inches. Heather was panting and her hands reached out and gripped Paula's hips for better leverage. Her lust taking her, she began to pound the dong home. Her eyes closed as the thrusting shifted into automatic. There was no stopping now. Both women were hot and sweaty in the night air, the smell of hot pussy filled the air, but they were deep in the drive, oblivious. And the dong sank out of sight, and Paula's butt was slapping on Heather's legs. Paula eyes were unfocused and her head was thrown back as she groaned and groaned and thrashed and met each thrust with a vigorous push back of her own. Her luscious very firm tits bounced and jiggled in a spastic motion as her body jerked and heaved. "God. I'm so hot." She panted. "Oh, Yes! Fuck it. I think I could cum!" She exclaimed in surprise and excitement, as she felt the wave to tension spread through her body, starting with her ass and gripping her pussy. "Honey, fuck me. Fuck Me Harder!... God. I could cum. I could cum!" She was shouting and panting, breathless. "Yes, I'm coming. I going to cum! IMCUMINGGGGG!!!!" And not a moment too soon, as Heather continued to thrust as her own orgasm took her in a juddering wave of heat and nerve pulses. Her pussy clamped down hard of the dong and both girls continued to slam against each other, the slap of hot flesh on flesh carried out into the night. Her loud groan joined Paula's as she released a fountain of cum in a rush, running down her leg, hot, then cooling in the night air. They stood there shaking, still joined by the double dong for some time, then Heather started the action again, very slowly. Paula groaned, but didn't protest, as her slightly sore tail spasmed and pulled on the dong. It was a slow, measured fuck once again, taking much longer than the first, but Paula's pussy filled with quickly with cum and it ran down her legs as her sexual tension increased. The night filled with groans and moans and they began to thrust more sharply. The sweat glistened on their bodies in the moonlight. And again the great rush and the tension racked body of Paula began to cause her to twitch and moan as she came in an explosive orgasm more intense than anything she had ever experienced. Her body bent back as she left the railing and Heather reached out and cupped the boobs and gripped the nipples tightly as they pumped and swayed in the night air. It was some time before they calmed down and finally headed for bed. The long double dong was carefully cleaned and placed the the draw with all the other fantastic other sex tools. ------- Chapter 18 An evening at the movies would be good relaxation, as the two seniors down the hall suggested. Pam and Gloria were roomies from their Freshman year and were known to be real cutups. Pam was of medium height with jet black hair, cut short, flowing full boobs, narrow waist and full hips. Her thin thighs displayed a full crotch gap, particularly when she wore tight jeans, which she mostly did and was wearing tonight. She liked this pair in particular because the crotch seam was pulled deep into her ass and up into her pussy, parting the lips and pushing the silk of her panties a considerable distance into her, letting her hooded clit just barely touch the material from time to time. The sparks were jumping to her stomach as they walked. Gloria was much smaller in every way but one. She had a real full set of tits that were all out of proportion to her almost childlike body. And the firm, jutting nipples, always swollen like cherries, were pushing out, always visible through a bra, blouse, or whatever, thumbs tenting under the cloth. She usually wore coverups as much as possible when out, but tonight was girls only and she wore a tight, thin sweater and a flimsy bra that let her boobs ride high and bounce like a firm jello and she strode to keep pace with Heather and Pam. Their heavy weight felt good as it flexed and tugged on the skin of her upper chest. In the cool evening air, her nipples had hardened and her sweater, in a losing battle, strained to control their bulging hardness. Heather walked between the girls and found herself drawn to watch their heaving jiggles. Gloria caught her watching and just put her arm around Heather's waist and they walked on, Heather's own firm high tit pressed into the top of Gloria's swaying boob and Heather could feel the heat rush through her breast and her face flushed. Why was she so suddenly sure that the movies would be more than "than just the movies"? They went past the movie district and turned onto a business street that had storefronts lined up, and upstairs apartments, a part of town Heather had never seen. They stopped at a door to a walkup and went inside and up the stair. At the top was a small window in the wall and they each paid five dollars and went down the hall. A small sign was posted outside a curtain that was dimly lit and read "Tonight's Film - Jane's Church Welcome'". It sure didn't seem like much of a movie. Church? Boring! Pam and Gloria pushed her through the curtain and inside was a long room with a screen on the end wall. Instead of normal movie seats, there were comfortable lounges and sofas placed so that you could really kick back and still see the movie. In the very dim light, Heather could make out several other couples here and there, but they headed to an empty sofa near the back and plopped down, Heather still in the middle. She looked at Gloria with a questioning glance and Gloria leaned close and whispered in her ear "Lesbian hangout - great way to relax. But we can relax and just watch the show. OK?" Heather whispered back, "Sure - just a bit of a surprise, that's all. I mean, I have wondered if you two were more than just roomies." Pam leaned over and said quietly, "Gloria and I are bi, and well, sometimes we come here just to have a few laughs and relax. We can leave if this makes you uncomfortable. If you want, we can go do something else." "No, this is fine. I haven't seen you two being very close in public, though. You had me pretty well convinced everybody might be wrong." "Well, we aren't trying to fool anyone. We just enjoy each other from time to time. Gloria is a great lover. She can get me so hot I'll just do anything for her or to her." "Really? Your study breaks must be interesting!" "Sometimes. Listen, one night after we had studied half the night, she came over to my bed in the middle of the night and started sucking on these big jugs of mine while I was sleeping and by the time I got very awake, the bed was soaked and I was humping her hand and just as I came, she leaned down and stuck her tongue up my pussy. The only thing that kept me from waking up the whole dorm was that she had put a pillow over my face and I grabbed it and yelled into it. I know my breasts are big, and most women who are big don't have very sensitive nipples, but I'm an exception there. And she knows it." Heather said, "My tits are real sensitive too. I didn't know big busts usually aren't sensitive. Gosh, Pam, I just love the way your big boobs bounce and jiggle. They are very beautiful to watch. Must be a real mouthful!" "Thanks. I've watched you all year and I love your's too. Except when I'm having some hot sex, mine are a big pain most of the time because I can't find anything to wear." A voice from the curtain said. "Movie starts in five minutes. It just got delivered." "Well, we might as well get comfortable." Pam said. She put some pillows at the end of the couch and swung around and slid down so that her feet were up and her head was in Heather's lap. Heather had no place to put her left hand except on Pam's shoulder. Pam didn't hesitate, but just reached up and pulled Heather's hand down inside her sweater and over to her right tit. Heather hand tingled to the silky touch of the swollen warm flesh, the swollen knob on the end pushed her fingers apart. Pam just smiled up at her and then she turned to watch the screen. Gloria also turned away and leaned her back against Heather from the right. Heather noticed that her jeans were loosened, midriff bare, with the top of her panties showing, so she put her hand on Gloria's hip, with the warm skin of her side under her palm. These were two very relaxed and free young ladies, these were. Almost by reflex, her left index finger was stroking the nipple Pam presented to it and it rose further and wrinkled. The movie started. Short credits were followed by scenes of a moving van pulling away and a young, blond woman going into her new house. She began moving boxes around and straightening things out a bit. Upstairs, she made the bed and hung up some clothes. Then, she took a shower and plugged in the TV on top of a packing box and watched some TV. Just then the phone rang. It was a church society calling, a member having noticed she just arrived and, not seeing any men or children there to help, wondered if she could use some assistance moving. A brief conversation ended and she wandered upstairs and quickly took a shower and pulled on a clean T-shirt and jeans from a suitcase. Just as she finished, the doorbell rang and off she went to the front door. Two young women greeted her, with some food and a box full of cleaning equipment. They were a brunette and a redhead, both dressed in sweatshirts over t-shirts and jeans. After introductions, they went into the living room and sat for a minute and chatted. Linda, the blond owner of the house, wore no bra and her nice, round tits filled the T-shirt and caused it to strain a bit under the arms. One of the other woman, Karen, the brunette, kept glancing at Linda's swollen chest and started to lick her lips. But, they got up and cleaned and straightened for a while. Linda went upstairs and began putting things up on shelves in the closet and the first church woman, named Lisa, came in to help her. Linda was up on a short ladder and Lisa stood beside her and handed things up. Several times Linda wobbled and Lisa grabbed her hips and held her tight, Linda's crotch only inches from her face. Lots of sexy looks were given to Linda's moving boobs as Linda reached and stretched. The bottom half of Linda's breasts were falling out of the bottom of her t-shirt as she reached up. The top shelf was a big stretch and Lisa boldly grabbed Linda's cheeks and pressed her face into the presented mons. Linda was a bit surprised by the embrace, but clearly was enjoying the sudden pressure and heat on her pussy, in spite of her confusion. This was repeated several times as more things went onto the shelf. A closeup showed that Linda's tongue was out and pressing on Lisa's bulge in a thrusting motion. Linda's eyes flickered as the lust raced through her. She froze with her arms up, gripping the top shelf. The embrace continued and Lisa's hands stroked the back of Linda's legs and up to her crack, each time moving more and more boldly into the gap between Linda's legs. Lisa backed off and popped the snap on Linda's jeans and eased them down. Linda found herself trapped on the top of the stool, her hands now on the top of Lisa's red head, and then Lisa buried her tongue in Linda's cunt. Linda began almost at once to gasp and shake. It must have been a long time for her without sex, and this assault from this woman, a church woman, so unexpected, had taken her completely by surprise. But her own sudden lusty response suppressed any strong actions to stop the activity, and her eyes closed and her head bent back, mouth open. She began to groan and give little yips of pleasure, closeups showing the glistening tongue working the wet pussy vigorously. The groaning became more pronounced and she began to whimper. "Oh. Oh. Suck me. That's so deep. Wet! Wet! Lick me. Lick it. Yes. Yes. Yes. YES! OH YES! OH OH OH! OH. Ungh... Ungh... Unnnnnn... " She came with several spasms shaking her body, her hands pulling hard on Lisa's head, burying her even deeper into her open crack. Lisa kept licking furiously and Linda came down from the orgasm and went again. "Stop. Please stop. No. Oh. No, please. Oh, yes. Stop. Yes. Good. Mustn't. God. Good. God. I'm cominnggggGGGGG!!!!!" This time, Lisa did let her come down from the ladder, giving her a big kiss and helping her pull on her jeans, taking the opportunity to push the t-shirt up over the lovely boobs and sucking each one briefly. "Don't tell Karen. She's pretty straight and will get pretty upset, by, well you know." "Well, I thought I was straight too, until just now. That was great!" She was smiling. "How did you know I'd let you do that? We hardly know each other." "I didn't plan it. You just looked so hot and I was horny and decided to go for it. Nothing ventured, nothing gained! I mean, to be fair, who are you going to complain to? The Minister? 'Minister Jones, your most popular and hardworking, God-loving servant came to my house and went down on me when I was weak. I know I had two orgasms, but she made me do it.'" Linda had to admit it did seem unlikely. The both laughed. And Linda playfully pushed Lisa away, saying, 'Get thee back from me, you harlot of the devil!'" Karen joined them seconds later. "Well, I can see you two are making good progress up here!" "You can sure say that!" Lisa said and Linda laughed again. They exchanged sidelong looks and Karen looked puzzled, but said nothing. Heather had continued to tease Pam's nipple, stroking it with her finger, fingernail, and pinching from behind the now swollen red circle. It was very, very hard and wrinkled under her gentle attention. Pam would give a shiver from time to time. Heather moved her hand over to the other breast and began to give it equal time. In response, Pam slid her hand down and popped the top snap of her jeans and slide the zipper down. Her hand disappeared into her panties, forming a man-like bulge. Gloria was also responding to Heather's equally gentle, steady, almost feather-like tickling along her bare side. Tickling always deeply aroused her, and now her panties were wet as her arousal grew. Heather moved her hand around to the bare stomach and began to trace almost imperceptible circles over the sensitive area above Gloria's mons, the hair on her stomach sent out signals and the skin formed goose bumps and a shiver went down Gloria's back and her clit tingled. Heather had already begun to attack the one erogenous zone Gloria had that was capable of sending her almost completely out of control, making her a prisoner to her lust, unable to stop. Knowing these two woman certainly weren't complaining about the skilled attention she was giving them, she turned her attention back to the movie. The scene now changed back to the now straightened living room and they broke out some beers and sat down. Linda said, "It was very nice of you to come over so quickly. I didn't realize how much stuff I had until I started to unpack. You'd think a house would be bigger than an apartment, but I don't know where I'll put all this stuff!" The phone rang, and it was for Lisa. "Sorry, guys, got to run out on you. Problem at home and Harry wants to go out for dinner, so I have to go." Linda escorted her to the front door. Lisa turned and said, "I like you a lot, Linda. Maybe real soon we could go out somewhere quiet, and maybe have a box lunch, or something?" Linda grinned. "I never thought I'd hear myself say this, but that sounds like something to really look forward to. This time, I'll think up the dessert, so bring a big appetite!" "Don't worry! One thing I seem to have is a big appetite, all the time. Bye!" And she was off. Back in the living room, Linda settled in and noticed Karen was looking over some family photos up on the mantle. "Husband? Ex?" "No. Never married. Got engaged once to a nice guy, but he got cold feet and backed out. Never seem to find guys that really appeal to me, and I guess I'm too picky, as I refuse to settle. That's my brother Fred." "Nice looking family." "Thanks." "So, Linda, what do you do? Hobbies, interests?" Karen was casual as she asked. "Well, I program computers during the day. Boring as shit. Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean..." "Linda, relax. Let your hair down. Life goes on. Just because I go to church and do a lot of volunteer work for people who need it, doesn't mean I don't have a real life like everybody else. If work is boring as shit, say so. Now, as you were saying..." "Well, for relaxation, I run, play tennis, go to a gym once I locate one I like, like to have a garden, and I work at a food kitchen in the next town over once a month." "And for sex?" Karen almost spit out a big swallow of beer she was sucking down from the almost empty can. She used the opportunity to get up and go to get two more cans. You could see she was thinking rapidly. Heather's hand moved down into the hair of Gloria's pussy and began teasing the top of her lips apart with her index fingernail. The friction caused the lips to part immediately, releasing a flow of cum from her lubricated vagina. Gloria was aware of the hot wet flowing down her crack and over her rear door, but didn't care. She was having a hard time paying attention to the movie by now. The anticipation of a finger sliding into her pussy any moment had her almost breathless. She was thinking, "Hurry, Heather, I need it so bad. Hurry." "I think, " Linda began very tentatively, "that..." "It's a small town, Linda. Even us upstanding church people know all about everything that goes on in this town in a very short time. Well, almost everything. For instance, Lisa, who just left, well, she's been sleeping with women on and off since she was fifteen. Once with my sister. And she thinks she has us fooled. Everybody plays the game, for her sake, then grins when she leaves the room. She must be a good lover, though. Never heard any complaints and she never fails to have partners, even in this small town. Most other eligible women actually thank her for taking so many competitors out of the action, especially when there are so few bachelors available. For the heteros, I mean." "Frankly, Karen, I may take a bit a adjusting to this. But, since you seem to know so much already, well." She took a deep breath. "I've always thought of myself as a strict hetero, but in the last few months, I've begun to wonder if that's completely true. I've noticed that certain women," she glanced briefly at Karen's face, "seem to turn me on. Definitely not something I ever noticed before. And, I've had a few very horny dreams, and they all involve women, or women and a man. I guess I'm a bit confused right now." "Does that scare you, or make you fearful?" "No, not really. I mean, I've never thought of myself that way, but if that is what is happening to me, then it's going to happen. Maybe I want it to happen. I just don't know. I guess I'd be nervous about the people down at the church hearing about this..." Karen leaned forward. "Not to worry. My lips are sealed. Like I said, there are a FEW secrets this town doesn't know. What do you plan to do about all these feelings?" "I haven't any idea. I guess it'll work it's way out over time. It is confusing me, though." They finished their beers. Karen came over closer to Linda and said. "Maybe we should take some time and see if we can help you figure this out, and reduce your confusion." Linda looked up. "How?" "Well, you don't seem to mind the idea of being bi- or even gay, but you seem uncertain if you enjoy the idea of sex with a woman. So, maybe we should go upstairs and explore that area a bit and you can decide for yourself. And if you decide something's not right, then you'll know." Linda looked uncertain. "I don't know." Karen was taking charge now. She took Linda's hand and then they went up the stairs. Heather was taking charge of Gloria's pussy now. Claiming it as her own. A now slippery finger slowly disappeared into the waiting tunnel, and began making slow circles around the yielding walls, being very careful not to scratch her with her nail. Gloria began to hump slightly, trying to get more of the finger into her. Heather slowed the pace. In a long while, if Gloria was good, she'd let her have another finger. Gloria almost cried out in frustration, but bit her lip and held on. Hot was not the word for how she felt at that moment. If it was possible for a clit to simply explode, she was sure her's would burst at any second. Pam's hand was flexing in her pants, and Heather was tracing lines up each breast with her long, sharp fingernails, careful again not to scratch, but apply enough pressure to cause the nerves to scream out. Pam was having trouble breathing now, her chest was tight and on fire. She needed to have her tits sucked badly, but knew it couldn't happen her with Heather also servicing Gloria. She slid a third finger inside and groaned at the tightness. She would have to cum soon. In the bedroom, Karen led Linda to a chair and had her sit, facing a mirror. She stood behind her and told Linda to close her eyes. After a moment, she began to stoke the sides of Linda's neck, face, ears, and hair. Running her fingers lightly over Linda's lips, she traced outlines of her face over and over. Reaching over, she picked up a hairbrush and began to brush Linda's hair, stopping from time to time to stroke Linda's neck and face. Linda was almost melting into the chair with relaxation. Seeing she was relaxed, her stroking began to explore Linda's shoulders and the very upper part of her chest. Almost imperceptibly, Linda leaned back to ease Karen's task. Karen responded by letting her fingers run under the seam of the neck of the t-shirt, now beginning to approach the uppermost swelling of Linda's chest. Her nipples now began to show clearly as buds through the t-shirt. "Should we stop?" Karen asked softly. "No, that is... very relaxing. Please don't stop. Yet." Karen became a bit bolder and began to gently fondle Linda's breasts above the nipples, the sides, squeezing them in toward the middle, then, sliding her hands down Linda's front and pressing the swelling flesh out toward her sides, always taking time to come back to her face, neck and hair. Her own breasts were now pressing lightly on the sides of Linda's head, almost trapping it into their soft embrace. Linda leaned back and for the first time, moaned. The moan came just in time for Pam, as she was now building toward a climax. To her frustration, Heather pushed her hand up out of her jeans. Wait, the smile said. Wait. Not yet. But she wanted it so bad. Her breathing was so ragged now, as she tried to focus back on the screen. Heather finally gave Gloria a second finger, languidly joining the first in exploring this girl's heavenly love box. Heather could feel the muscles trying to grab and hold her fingers. And slowed down here as well. Now it was Gloria's turn to groan. Karen began to run her lips along Linda's right ear as she shifted from behind Linda to her side. A tongue flicked out and the tip disappeared into the recesses of the ear, then out along the edge, then back in, as Karen began a slow tongue fuck of Linda's ear. Her right hand very slowly began to massage Linda's stomach, pushing the t-shirt up until it was bunched under her breasts. And then, she lifted it above the orbs and she had free access at last. Linda whimpered as the experienced hands began to pinch and twist her now hard nipples. Heather gave Pam another finger and her back bent from the tension in her. In and out. Slowly, a thumb now explored the area around her clit, but never touching it. Pam began to almost pant, as she hung near orgasm, but just far enough away that nothing triggered it. She was floating along on a warm wave of sensation now, completely ignoring the movie. Heather continued to watch the tender love making scene on the screen and felt her own arousal grow. But she was determined to finish these girls together. Pam would have to wait a bit. And she withdrew two fingers and went back to one. Pam's pussy almost screamed at the withdrawal, the empty feeling pulling Pam back a bit further from the brink. God, she needed to cum so badly right now. Heather, oh, Heather. Make me cum now. Please. Don't tease me like this. Please, fuck me, please. Heather let Gloria's hand reenter her pants, but she put her hand over her slit, forcing Gloria to fuck herself using Heather's fingers. Teach Heather's fingers where to go. What to touch. It was slow. It was maddening. NOW! Her body was crying out. PUT SOMETHING IN THERE AND DO IT! But her fingers couldn't teach Heather fast enough, and she too was delayed. In agony. Ecstasy. Pain. Glorious sensations. She was almost screaming in her brain for relief. But none came. Not yet. On the screen, Linda was moaning steadily now. Karen was sucking on one breast, pulling on the nipple with her lips, stretching the nipple out and pulling it from side to side. Her other hand caressed the other globe gently, distracting Linda from the constant flood of warm sensations in her nipple. And then, Karen sat back. Linda finally opened her eyes, still clearly deeply aroused. Karen said, "Perhaps we should stop now, if you are feeling uncomfortable." And Linda, needing to go on to satisfy her arousal, whispered, "No, please don't stop. I mean, I think I like this a lot. Perhaps we should go further. Yes, definitely further. I should be sure." Karen, pushing Linda further, said "Go further and do what, my dear? Perhaps if you were a little more explicit..." Linda, knowing Karen wanted her to say it, just blurted out, "Please fuck me Karen. Take off my pants and fuck me with your tongue. Suck my clit. Eat me. Take me and fuck me. Please, please don't stop." Karen replied, "Well, my horny little bitch, I could just leave you hanging, but that would be cruel. I must ask you for something in return." Her fingers were on the front Linda's jeans and she was snapping them off, and sliding them down. The panties followed as Linda quickly discarded the now soaking wet cloth. "Yes, what. Anything. Please..." She was trying to guide Karen's head into her pussy. "I need you to join our little congregation, and my church community welcome wagon committee. And you will do whatever I tell you from now on, with no exceptions." "No exceptions. I hereby join. Yes. Yes. Just tell what to do, consider it done." Her hands guided the smiling face to her nether regions. And a hot tongue buried itself in her loins. Sitting Linda slowly down on the chair, Karen pulled Linda's legs up over her shoulders, never stopping the actions of her cum slicked tongue. Linda was into her first orgasm almost before her heels settled in the small of Karen's back. But Karen kept up a careful pace, and brought Linda off again and again, with much sucking and slurping, brought on by the continuous outpouring of lubrication from Linda. Her cum matted mons gleamed dark on the screen, in complete contrast to her light blond hair, now hanging down the back of the chair as she was taken, her head back, eyes closed, mouth open. Her only sounds were her cries and screams each time she came off, and the jerking and shuddering of her body, making the chair creak and groan. Heather plunged a third finger, then a fourth into Pam's pussy, and was rewarded with Pam giving a loud grunt, then her vaginal muscles gripped Heather's fingers tightly in waves, as her first orgasm hit her. Gloria was just getting Heather's fingers into the right positions and locations when Heather withdrew her blockage of Gloria's pussy and reached up and squeezed Gloria's right nipple hard, twisting it. Electricity shot to Gloria's now quivering pussy. Her hand dove for her love canal and her fingers found her now exposed clit. In an explosion of sensation, she released and stopped breathing. Heather twisted the nipple again. Another wave of heat flowed off her chest to her twat and she released again. On the screen, Karen was giving Linda a brief hug and then asked for a ride home, as her car had been borrowed by Lisa when she left earlier. They climbed in and Karen gave directions. Shortly, they pulled up in front of a nice large white house and Karen turned to Linda. "Well, we certainly know a little more about your sexual habits now. Welcome to our church, my dear. Now, tomorrow morning at 10AM sharp, you will go to the jewelry store at the corner of Twelfth and Main over in Clinton, about twenty miles from here. Tell the woman I sent you. You are to have both nipples pierced and two centimeter gold rings inserted. In your clit, I want it pierced and a jewelry bar inserted. You will wear a gold chain around your waist with chains from your nipples and one to your clit bar. There is a committee meeting tomorrow at 1PM here at the house. Before the meeting, you will show me the rings and chains. You will not have sex with anyone in this town without my express direction or permission, including masturbation. I know you don't have any questions, as you know what I will do to your reputation in this town if you don't do as I say. And, I must say, I certainly enjoyed having you today." To say that Linda's eyes were big at this point would be an understatement, as the camera caught the look of surprise, shock, and gradual acceptance to her now evident plight. The car slowly drove away, Linda now in tears. The camera stayed on the white house and a sign came into view, which read, "The Elm Street Church Parsonage, Get the Direction You Require in Life". As Karen stepped inside the front door, her husband, the minister, greeted her. "Well, do you think the new young lady will fit into our congregation?" "Oh, yes. A most delightful, tasty young lady, with much energy and decidedly useful interests. After we discussed things, she is all too eager to join and be a very active member of my committee. She should be a valuable asset in the community. I plan to use her at every opportunity. As a matter of fact, she is running a little errand before the meeting tomorrow. She seemed eager to do something to impress me. Plan to stop by and meet her tomorrow, Linda is her name." As they walked down the hall, the camera held back, and you could hear minister saying. "Darling, I don't know what we'd do without your committee. They join with such a commitment, and jump every time you snap your fingers. It's amazing. Praise the Lord!" And the film faded to black and the credits rolled. Heather was laughing. Pam and Gloria were slowing pulling their clothing back on and were puzzled, as they had missed the whole second half of the movie. "What's so funny?" "Oh, you had to watch the whole thing. I think your minds were somewhere else there for a while." Heather said. "Ain't that the truth. God, I could kill you for making me wait so long! You're mean." Pam complained. "Don't complain to me if you go out to get all sexed up and then have to wait a little to get where you want to go. I could have just stood up and complained out loud that you two are disgusting and walked out. Then where would you be?" Heather was just teasing. Gloria wasn't so certain. "Listen, Heather, we thought you liked... I mean... If you didn't..." Heather stopped her in mid-sentence with a steamy french kiss. Pulling back, she said, "Now you two have got ME all sexed up and I demand equal time. Take me back to my room and you two tarts have your evil way with me. And take your time. Somehow, I don't feel like sleeping tonight." And they marched out of the theater, into a Spring shower that completely soaked their clothes as they walked, making their t-shirts complete invisible. They laughed and giggled as they snuck up the back stairs to Heather's room. It was after lunch before they finally wore her out, and then they slept in a sculpted tangle of limbs, fingers and mouths still resting on the last place they had explored. The cum soaked bedding slowly dried in the quiet of the room. A bird, landing on the window sill, looked into the room and left. For Heather, her Junior year was starting out better than she had hoped. Her leg slowly straightened out and Pam's fingers instinctively closed around Heather's left breast. Much better than she had expected. ------- Chapter 19 It was the fourth day at the new internship job and Amy, her manager for the term, suggested lunch. The firm was unusually busy, and Amy was really pressed for time to get a presentation together for a key account on the following Monday. So far, Heather barely had had time to learn where to hang her jacket and go to the bathroom. But, she didn't mind a bit, because she and Amy had hit it off immediately. Amy was Heather's height, very dark hair always perfectly in place, a beautiful face, the highlight of which were her dark, luminous eyes that seemed to go soft and a bit, unfocus from time to time, and a full, slightly wide mouth capped with swollen lips. In spite of her very professional dress and demeanor, her overall appearance was attractive in the extreme. Although she wore expensive, very conservative suits, perfectly cut and hung, Heather's knowing eye detected the very full, wide-set breasts swelling from the ribs, just barely hidden by her arms, clearly being carried high, but restrained and pushed just-so, the clothing line not being broken, but every rare once in a while, suddenly making their presence known if you were looking in just the right place. Narrow high waist, flaring to full hips, nicely disguised by careful selection of skirts and, appearing below the modest length skirt, straight, very long legs in silk stockings and high heels. Heather was picking up the details of her job very quickly, and had already begun to make some suggestions about the presentation, quickly taking over the computer job of creating the screens and slides. Her vast resources at the school helped her find some unusual backdrops and backgrounds, and filters to process certain objects with very unusual effects. The presentation had begun to take on a very sensual undertone, which stuck Amy as just the grabber she was looking for, as the client marketed many different women's clothing lines and lingerie. The previous account associate, a guy with a supposed inside track to the top, had failed to produce the presentation and dumped the entire thing on Amy just as Heather had arrived, fresh from personnel. In a bit of very frank discussion, Amy had revealed to her that she was sure the guy just wanted a good reason to get her fired, even if it meant loosing the account to make it happen. She was sure he and others were plotting this to give them a reason for not promoting her to executive. This lunch was the first time they really had to talk about anything other than work. Amy kept looking at her slyly over lunch, but Heather caught her from time to time. As dessert came, she began, somewhat tentatively. "You are very bright and a fast learner and you could do well in business. But we must do something about your, well, your clothes. I hope you don't mind my being so blunt." "Well, I'm still in college and don't wear much except jeans and sweatshirts most of the time. I have some nicer things at home, but never needed to wear them." Hell, she thought, half my friends don't want me wearing anything, most of the time, and they never complain about how I look! "No, not church clothes, or party dresses. That's not what I mean. You must look very professional, especially as a woman. You are a very beautiful and sexy woman. You have a wonderful, almost too full figure, and in these clothes, it is there for all to see. But at work, you must not let such things get in the way of business. And it will. Men. And women, too," she glanced into Heather's eyes and smiled, "will be quite distracted. We are all human. We all have our desires and needs. The sex drive is very, very strong and affects people all the time without them knowing it. No, you must be a sexy woman at all times, but always appear the professional at work. You must be sexy for yourself, even erotic if you like, but hide it from others during work. It is the only way to keep everyone's attention on the business." "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to dress improperly. I'll go home and..." "No. No. You are thinking I am criticizing your clothes. I am not, not in the sense of you being just anyone. You will do much better than anyone, you have the mind and intelligence for it, and the energy. But, right now, just starting out, and as anyone would expect, you are dressing like all the other women in the building. And for the everyday work girl, without a real future, it is fine. But you can do much better. After lunch, we will steal an hour and I will walk you around and introduce you to all the women who have aspirations to get ahead in the business. Then, we will go back to my office and you will tell me what is wrong with their clothes and dress. Remember what I said about distractions." For the first time in her life, Heather felt like her body might not be right, not be acceptable to others. She loved her body, but right at this moment, Amy might be telling her something else. Amy seemed to sincerely want to get her point across. On the surface, it seemed an obvious point to make. Sex in the office was in the magazines and news all the time. On the way back to the office, Amy quietly mentioned that she had made an appointment for Heather at a specialist in lingerie and another at a shop that custom made business suits for women. For the outside appearance to be so controlled, the undergarments must be just so, able to be sexy, free, but controlled in special ways that normal bras, or panties, or pantyhose could never hope to achieve except by occasional accident. Instead of coming to work first thing, she was to first go to the lingerie shop. Amy then stopped on the sidewalk. "The lingerie shop is run by Jan Fleming. She is a genius at, well, very special undergarments, as you will soon see. To fit you, you will have to completely undress. Is that a problem?" "No. It seems there is no other way to be fitted for those!" "And, she takes many measurements, some a bit unusual, and will mould your body so she can have a bust to work with when you are not there. The mould process is also a bit unusual. It does not hurt in the least, but..." "OK." "And I should warn you that Jan is a bit aggressive, I mean she is attracted to some of her clients, and can be a bit pushy about it." "I think I can handle her." "Jan has a sister, Enid. Enid is not in the business, but Jan and Enid live together above the shop. You will have complete privacy, but Enid occasionally comes down and hangs around. Jan will make her leave if you find her presence uncomfortable." The tour of the building took about forty five minutes and they met and talked with six other women. Then they went back to Amy's office. "OK, you remember what I told you about how you must look professional and not let your sexiness intrude into the work. Tell me what you saw." Heather began to describe visible cleavage, one woman was bra-less. She didn't need a bra for support, but her nipples were just faintly visible as bumps through her jacket. One skirt too high, one skirt the right length, but cut up the side quite far. One woman sat and her skirt pulled up just a bit high. One woman was wearing very expensive lingerie, probable a teddy, and the intricate lace was visible through the blouse. Amy finished the critique. Long hair worn loose, lipstick too bright, one outfit just a bit too tight. Visible panty lines on one woman when she walked away from them. One outfit was badly wrinkled in the back. One woman's shoes needed polish badly. "So, " Amy finished, "some were too sexy or to obvious, some sloppy, some just poor taste. And all of it is a distraction, no matter if a small distraction. And tomorrow, each will have some other distraction to divert attention. Some are doing it on purpose, some are just not aware. You must ALWAYS be aware each day before you leave the house, and fix anything that is wrong. Then, with the right clothes, hair, and makeup, you can basically forget it for the day. I know from personal experience that things go much better when you get it right. And it in no way prevents me from being erotic, or expressing myself, if a bit more privately. I can allow myself to be very aroused, even to the point of orgasm, or even orgasm in the right place, and you could not tell." "Now, go into my private bathroom, look in the full length mirror and tell me what you see." It was a surprise. Heather always prided herself on looking good. But now she wondered, good for what? "Hair long, pulled back, but some loose and flying around a bit. Lipstick just a bit too bright and not on completely evenly. The full swell of my tits very obvious through the blouse, with it being pushed out of shape and stretched a bit. Skirt too short and the hem not completely straight. Just of hint of panty lines and my stockings are not on straight. Shoes, well maybe good for tennis?" And they both laughed. Amy had stood behind her and now said softly. "If we were at a movie, or out to dinner, or just meeting to talk, you look, and smell (she leaned close - Heather could feel the warmth of her breath on the back of her neck. A thrill went down her back.) wonderful. I admit I have a hard time not watching you as you walk." She stood back. "And that is a problem here. Not out there. Here, I can't afford to get wet between the legs every time my beautiful assistant leans over, or jiggles as she walks, or lets me see her pussy when she sits. I must shock you, talking this way. But you must be aware at all times that you can control the effect you are having on the people around you. Especially when you did not have any intention of causing such an effect. Frankly, I love the erotic way you make me feel when I look at you, but it is too distracting." Heather turned to face her. "I'm sorry if I have made you distracted. I will do better. I promise. I like the work... and I like you, a lot,... and..." "Tomorrow, you go get fitted. In the meantime... " she reached over and pushed the door shut. "Take off the bra and let me suck you. I will never get any work done until I have you." Heather suddenly realized how much she wanted her as well. Eager hands pushed her blouse open as buttons were eased out of the garment, and the two hands filled with her breasts, still encased in the white cotton bra, then, the bra clasp released and Amy pushed the cups up and off and leaned down and her full, red lips parted and she took the already hardening tip of her right breast into her mouth and closed around it. Heathers eyes went closed and her hand caressed the back of Amy's neck. Amy pulled the full breast into her mouth and her rough tongue lashed the now turgid, inch long nipple, and growing. They both groaned and Heather felt her cunt go wet. Amy switched tits and Heather's belly jumped as the electric sparks set her pussy on fire. Heather reached to take Amy's jacket off her shoulders but Amy pushed her hand away. "I can't afford to get messed up. Let me do this. I can get off on tit sucking alone. And I'll teach you how, later..." Her mouth filled with nipple. It was torture. Heather was having a hard time standing. They backed to the wall and Amy pushed both full breasts, with their cock like nipples standing up, together and sucked them hard. Heather moaned, gasped and started to pant. "Oh. OH. My pussy is wet. That is so NICE! Suck me, oh Amy. It hurt's. No, suck, suck me. Both, suck both. OH, OH. I'm going to come!" It was more a groan of surprise than a sentence. She had only once before cum from this activity alone, and then it was quite painful. Amy, the long nipple now deep in the back of her throat, slipped her hand down the side of her skirt and into a hidden pocket. At the bottom was the gold ring attached to the taut gold chain that ran down her now pulsing belly and disappeared into the very lush forest of hair guarding her pussy. Inside, her straining clit, swollen and standing rigid like a small cock, had another very small gold ring securely wrapped around and clipped to it's base. As her finger found the gold ring in the pocket and began a quick series of tugs, her own lust soared. Heather was shaking and moaning louder. "Yesssss. Ohhh. Yess... Oh. Oh." Amy suddenly grunted and pulled very hard on the turgid flesh as her head bucked back. Her orgasm was sudden and quite intense. Heather's own lust responded to the sudden jerks and she exploded again. "Hhhhhhhhhhnnnnnn... Ungh. Ungh." She was shaking and trembling. Another wave hit her. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" It was a hiss of unleashed passion. Amy's finger twitched rapidly and another orgasm built and released. Her cunt filled with come and her pussy was on fire. In seconds, another orgasm hit her so hard she released the two overworked boobs and pressed face first into Heather's cleavage, dazed for the moment. Heather felt her trembling in her arms. After several minutes, Amy backed away and they both just stared in slightly dazed satisfaction at each other. There was chemistry here on a level Heather had never experienced before. In spite of having just had two very intense orgasms, she was surprised to find she was immediately horny again and would welcome more activity. Heather said, "I see what you mean about it getting in the way of work. God, you could suck me like that all day! That was great!" She reached out for Amy, who had back up a bit and now stayed out of reach. Amazingly, only Amy's lipstick was just a bit smeared and she soon put that to right. Heather's breasts were tinged red and pink from the eager assault. And her nipples were still tingling. "Yes. But we must work. Tomorrow you go get fitted." But her mind didn't clear all afternoon. Heather would be a problem, she decided. A sweet, delicious problem to be solved over the summer. Just the thought of Jan fitting Heather and knowing what was about to happen got her hot again, and she reached for her pocket. She already knew she'd have to change the absorbent pad between her legs shortly. In the morning, Amy slipped down to Jan's just before they opened and was let into the back room, behind a wall. A wall with a very small hidden camera and a TV on the other side. Heather was on time and Jan introduced herself. A short woman with a nice figure and short hair, she said she was expecting Heather and they went to the back room and locked the door. Jan started. "We do not sell lingerie from the rack. We make everything custom to the exact measurements of the customer. Amy has informed me as to the items you will need. There may be some optional things you will prefer, but you can discuss that with my sister Enid later if you like. Do not worry about the bill. Amy will have her firm pay for everything as part of the cost of some proposal you are working on. I am to bill her for these things as "Visual Aids"! They both laughed. "First, you must undress. Just place your things over there. Then, I will take measurements. They must be very exact, of every aspect of your body, and very complete. I will not hurt you, but you may find some of the measurements a bit stimulating. That is a necessary part of getting a correct fit." By then Heather was undressed. Jan looked her over very carefully, walking around her. Suddenly, Heather felt Jan's tits press into her back and her two hands reached between Heathers arms and lifted her tits slightly. The fingers began to manipulate her nipples, which grew in length as they always did. After almost five minutes, Heather was very aroused, but Jan then stopped and quickly measured the straining nipples for length and diameter, whistling out loud as she did. They were the longest she had ever seen, and were going to be a big challenge. She measured the distance from the nipple to her waist and, just as suddenly, ran a finger into Heather's now damp box and found the semi-swollen head of her rising clit and stoked it. Heather jumped and gasped. "Quite a little man you have there." Her surprised look grew as the clit stretched out even further and now she was stroking it like a slim cock. Heather was almost fainting and an orgasm began to rapidly build. But just as soon as it was obvious it had reached its maximum length, Jan again stopped abruptly and took another serious of measurements, both of length and diameter, and of distance to other parts of her body. All these figures were written down. Just as suddenly, the intimate touching stopped and the rest of her normal measurements were taken. Seemingly hundreds of them. Heather, still floating from the sexual high she had been on, almost croaked out, "Is, is that all? "Not quite my dear. Sit on the chair and raise your legs and hold them straight up by your head by the ankles. We must measure your pussy." Now this was getting very outrageous, but Heather had been warned. Heather was quickly in the chair and had her legs up when the woman sat on the floor in front over her, between her raised legs and began to measure the length of her clit, thickness of lips, distance to her pink asshole. Setting the tools aside, she suddenly leaned forward. "Now, we must see them swollen from sex." And her tongue, surprisingly long, plunged into the now sopping pussy and began to eat her as she had never been eaten before. The orgasm hit in less than a minute, followed by two more. Her pussy was on fire. Between each orgasm, Jan would clamp the tools to the various parts and quickly write something down. Heather saw none of this, as her head was back and she was lost in the lust of the assault on her lower body. A drawer was opened and a series of dildos was produced, each one unusual as it had its size marked on the sides for length and end for diameter. These were introduced to both her pussy and ass in turn, in larger and larger sizes until each hole would stretch no more. Jan wrote down the sizes while one hand slowly pumped them in and out of each hole, stretched as Heather had never been stretched before. Her insides were stuffed full and the nerves were on fire, sending rapid fire pulses to her brain. Another massive orgasm was building up, her butt bouncing on the chair. Just as she almost reached the top, Jan stopped her thrusting and pulled Heather to her feet, dongs still firmly in place. Before she could resist in her dazed state, she was led to a rig of tubes, bars and dangling straps. In seconds, Jan had strapped her into rig so that it held her firmly upright, but let Heather's entire upper torso be exposed with nothing in the way. She just couldn't move or twist. Jan brought a bucket of a blue liquid over to the chair and began to smear it over Heather's still turgid chest. The breasts were swollen and the nipples stood up proudly. Heather was moaning. And the stimulation of the wet fingers sliding over the tender flesh awoke still more sensations. "Please, please make me come. I need to come. Fuck me. Please fuck me." Jan began to slowly pump the dildo in her pussy keeping Heather hanging on the edge of a climax, but always stopping just before she went over the edge. She kept building up the warm liquid on her front and over her shoulders. The liquid quickly began to gel and tighten slightly over the straining nipples and tits. As it tightened, the tingles it caused sent more sparks to Heather's frantic brain. Now the butt dong was worked and Heather's muscles were trying to hump, but she couldn't move. This was exquisite agony. Front dong, then back dong. Always slowly and never fast enough for Heather's system to be pushed further up the tension scale. A perfect balance. Faster and she would come. Slower and she would begin to come down. The liquid got thicker and thicker. Now it was being applied to her pussy up to her waist and over her hips and butt, spreading around the stretched cracks, As it filled the spread holes, Jan pushed the dongs in till they hit the limit of Heather's body, and she left them there, with Heather groaning and gasping, hotter than she had been for a long, long time. "Please. Please.' She was begging. Jan ignored her. "These moulds must be as you are when you are as hot and full as you will ever be, or the lingerie will not do what you will require. You must endure a bit longer. It is pleasant to be fucked this way?" "God, yes. Please... How... long... must... I... wait?" "One hour. Do not worry, I will give you some more pleasure to help pass the time. You will not believe how fast an hour can go by." At that, she attached two thin wires to the end of each dong and turned on two switches on the workbench. The dongs were vibrators! The sudden tingle caused her to grunt and sigh. But never did the dongs vibrate hard or for long. First one, then both, then the other. Then silence. Then they were back. Heather would never believe she could hang on the edge of an orgasm like this, juice pouring from her cunt, but trapped inside by the now hardening coating, she swam in her come. She was floating and every nerve in her body was screaming for release. The minutes passed. "Please." "Thirty minutes. You are doing very well. Most are screaming by now and I have to gag them." "On, please." But there was no respite and then Jan was easing the now hard, but flexible thick shield of blue rubber from her upper torso. Then the lower. The pulling and tugging on the dongs as the rubber came off almost sent her off, but instead, she went even higher, snorting and grunting. Jan placed the two intimate moulds on the workbench and went back to the straining girl. Standing by her side, she took the two dongs, one in each hand, and leaned over and pulled the swollen and abused tit into her hot mouth and began to suck and rapidly fuck the girl. In less than five seconds, Heather screamed and came. The pleasure centre in her brain exploded and she stopped breathing. Then, she passed out. She came to just as Jan pulled a second set of moulds from her now fully relaxed body. Her mind cleared and Jan came over and released her from the rig. "I now have all the measurements. There is a shower over there behind that door. Fresh towels are by the chair inside. You must wash off the residue on your skin, as it is a bit caustic if you do not remove it." Heather showered and while she was out of sight, Amy slipped from the back room with a video tape in her bag. "That was some show!" she said as she passed Jan on the way out of the shop. Jan just smiled and reminded her, "Don't forget the extra thousand when you pay the bill. And that tape is for your private use only, understand?" "Perfectly." And she was gone. Heather came out to find Jan sitting in front of a computer terminal, inputting all the measurements into a data collection screen. Jan talked while she worked. "The computer will study all the data and design the fabrics and cuts to obtain the proper effect. It will show me where to sew, what type of thread to use, what type to stitch and where and how many straps to fit. In two days, I will have the first half dozen sets of garments ready. You come back on Saturday in the afternoon at two o'clock. There." She entered the last of the data and the computer began working. Jan got up and began taking the body moulds she had taken from Heather and began to create duplicates of Heather's body in plaster. In less than an hour, she had two perfect busts of Heather, one in her normal state, and one in a fully aroused state. The differences were quite visible. Swollen breasts, raised, turgid nipples, quite extended to almost an inch and a half, belly was somewhat tighter, and her pubic area was very swollen, completely open, and her clit stood up straight in front. Heather found herself staring. "You are quite a challenge. How to hide all of that, but not get in the way of your enjoyment. And you must not show ever through the outer garments. I will say one thing, young lady. You have the sexiest body I've ever had through here. And believe me, I've seen a bunch. I wouldn't mind measuring you every day." Heather ignored the last remark. "Thanks. I need to go on to the clothing store. Saturday at two o'clock, right?" "Right. And tell Susan at the clothing store that the measurements are already in her computer." "All of them?" "No, only the ones she needs for her part. We do have some secrets in the business. Let her go figure out how I do this!" "OK. See you Saturday. Bye!" And Heather left the store a bit drained, but determined to get through the next session as well. ------- The next shop was across town, and she took a taxi. In spite of her recent experience, the shower had freshened her. God, what kind of underwear are they fitting me for if they had to take body castings of me in heat like some wanton fleshpot? Maybe I AM a fleshpot? Jes, Jan had sure known her way around a woman's body. And she was so direct. There wasn't any pussy-footing around (she giggled at the silly pun she just made) with Jan. Need swollen tits? Suck them evenly until done. Need a body casting of a sexed up body? Suck it and fuck it until ripe, then maintain temperature until well done and the crust is hard! Her little dialogue continued, until the driver pulled up in front of a small shop on a side street. The curtains were pulled, but a small sign on the door simply said, "Custom Tailoring for Women, Come on In" and a smaller plastic sign sat over the door pull said "Open". She pulled the door open and stepped inside. There were racks and racks of clothes in very neat rows, of styles and types for all occasions. No one was in sight, so she did a little browsing. Soon, she noticed that these were all the latest fashions for everything, from Milan, Paris, Tokyo. Stepped right off the pages of the fashion mags just hitting the streets in the last few days. And there were no price tags. Or, interestingly enough, sizes either. But the designer labels were there. Just one of these outfits was going to cost Amy more than than Heather's salary for an entire year. Ouch. Well, a couple of these would be fantastic. She didn't notice the attractive brunette who had come up behind her, and she jumped when the brunette said, "Heather?". "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see you and you startled me a bit. Hi! Yes, I'm Heather." "Hello, my name is Susan. This is my shop. Do you like the things I have out? See anything you like for yourself?" "Gosh, these are fantastic! I just got here. But from looking for a few minutes, I'll take them all!" They both laughed. Susan said, "Amy has made arrangements for everything, so don't worry about anything other than whether the clothes are right for you and the circumstances. I pretty much know what we need to do for you on the business side of things, and you can guide me on the social side." "Social side? Amy never mentioned that. So, we are going to select clothes for after work as well?" "Oh, yes. Amy never does anything halfway." Heather thought, God, you've got that right. At least, she's never done ME halfway yet. What an appetite that babe's got. Susan went on, "Amy left it up to me to select a complete wardrobe for work. That will be at least thirty outfits, and as many pieces as we can put together. You should have enough parts to make up about one hundred arrangements, so you never ever appear the same way more than two or three times in a work season. Of course, next year, you replace everything. Mustn't get behind the times, you know. Everyone would notice." Heather almost choked! Thirty designer outfits? Accessories to make up over one hundred! Then, on top of that, social clothes as well! The bill would be astronomical! "As I said, Amy has taken care of everything financially. Yes, it is frightfully expensive, but there are ways of dealing with that. I dare say, this type of investment will earn her company back every dime in under a month, spent on the right person. And I can tell, just by looking at you, that she is choosing wisely." Heather finally said, "I had no idea of what she had in mind. I mean the scale..." Susan locked the front door and turned the sign to say "Closed". Coming back, she took Heather casually by the arm and guided her to the back of the store. "We will have a long day of it, so let's get you relaxed. Take off everything but your bra and panties so we can get right to work. Just put your things on the table there." "Oh, Jan already measured me and sent the numbers over to your computer." "Yes, I have them. And you, young lady, will be a challenge. I must tell you I don't believe I've ever met someone with quite your attributes. As a man might say, you are some package. I can't wait to see how Jan manages to do her part." Heather blushed. "Thank you. But, I mean, I didn't do anything to get this way, it's just the way I was born." "Yes, but God was having a good day when he waved his hand over you dear. It's just a bit unfair to the rest of us who have to work so hard, or, buy just a bit of what you have so naturally! Well, enough of this admiration. Oh, dear!" Heather had just folded her skirt over the table and turned to face Susan. "What?" She leaned over to look past her boobs, and she too noticed the large wet stain in her crotch. "Oh, my gosh! I'm embarrassed!" Susan just laughed. "No need. I see you are still doing a little daydreaming about Jan's measurement 'system'. Quite stimulating, wouldn't you say?" Heather relaxed a bit. "Yes, you could say that." "Would you believe she has people come in every month to just get their 'measurements checked'? Funny thing is, she's not into S&M or anything. She's bi, all right, but, if this is possible, given the way she does this, she is very professional with customers. She only does enough to get what she needs. I think she thinks these people ought to let her sister take care of them." "Oh, her sister. I met her. Why her?" "Turn this way. Her sister is into heavy S&M and is a dominatrix. To my knowledge, she is running at least three sex slaves right now. Two of them men. Stay away from her. I personally don't think she knows when enough is enough. I predict, sooner or later, she'll really hurt someone and then we will have a real mess on our hands in this town. Turn this way." Susan just kept on working. Sex slaves? Wow. In spite of Susan's warnings, Heather realized she felt interested. Not to be a slave, she suddenly realized, to control one! And it scared her and she stopped thinking about it. She had felt that thrill before when she was in charge of the lovemaking, but had never let it take over. Susan had felt the thrill go through Heather at the mere mention of sex slaves, and wondered if the kid was interested, or just scared. She said nothing about it and decided to change the subject. "OK. Now we do some preliminary other dynamic measurements. No touching, I promise! Just step onto the stage here and do what I tell you. I'll explain what is happening as we go. The computer will do all the work as you move around. OK, now, here's what's going to happen." "Umm. I've forgotten something. Let's see. Oh, of course. How stupid. The suit. You have to put on the suit." She went to a rack and selected a shiny silver spandex-like pantsuit and handed it to Heather. "Bra and panties off please. Try not to get too horny in this thing. They're a bitch to have cleaned. It's exactly one half size too small for you, which means it will be like a second skin. You don't have to wear it long, so just breath a bit shallow till it stretches out." Peeled of the undies, she began to ease her long legs into the seemingly too small pant legs. And, after much gentle pulling, she got it on up to her crotch, then slide one arm in and pulled the suit up over her front and Susan held the material while she forced her left arm out the sleave. Her legs and arms felt like they were in a vice. Her buttocks were now gripped firmly, pulling the material tight across her stomach. And then, Susan told her to exhale as far as she could and hold. The zipper screamed closed at the base of her neck and her breasts were pulled firmly against her ribcage. She tried to breath in and was shocked and alarmed to find she couldn't get but a very small amount of air in her lungs. She began to gasp and take short, rapid breaths. Each inhalation caused her boobs to feel like they were made of solid rock as they were gripped and pushed back in resistance. Susan just held her hand while the suit grudging gave way against her body's efforts. "There. Better. It has to be a second skin. Look in the mirror. See how shiny it is? We are going to bathe you in a series of very low intensity laser beams. The computer will make a baseline 3-D image of your body in exacting detail. Then, we will have you move around, walk, bend, reach over your head, and so forth, and the computer will make a continuous stream of measurements and store them. When we play it back, it will be able to accurately reproduce any body movement or angle in 3-D. Then, off comes the suit, and the computer will take the measurements of your body that Jan took and adjust its own files for you. In other words, your breasts will stop looking like they are being flattened, and so forth. There will be two of you, one normal and one aroused. It makes a difference up top, and sometimes, below for some outfits. Jan can compensate for some of the difference, and I cover up the rest." "Then, we pick out outfits that seem to be correct for you. Colour, etc. The computer has the ability to create the exact same outfit in every detail and drape it correctly over your 3-D image. As we turn you, and bend you on the screen, the computer will demonstrate just how the fabric will move, fall, stretch, depending on the type of fabric, the cut and so on." "I will tell it when to make adjustments to remove any problems, such as gapping, or hem lines moving around, and the computer will adjust the cut until the outfit is perfect. We then look at the same thing aroused and adjust, if necessary, until both images are the same appearance. Once we are satisfied, the cut and measurements are sent to the factory and an outfit is created exactly for you, to exactly the correct measurements for that fabric and your figure. A week later, we have it here and it fits you perfectly right out of the box. A pressing and it's yours." Heather finally said, "Wow. Perfect fit and cut. Every time. No WONDER this is so expensive." She was running her hands over the silky texture of the outside of the suit and the sensation WAS making her horny. Her breasts were taut and the pressure was making her unusually aware of them. Her nipples were trying to extend, but were held firmly back. The new sensations were sending sparks through her skin. And instantly, she knew she was wet again. Susan was laughing, still looking down at the monitor, "Actually, it cuts costs enormously. There is absolutely no waste. I just raise the prices to make them pay for the miracle. And they love the look, and pay through the nose. OK, laser is on. Let's start. Stand for one minute till it beeps, then move around. Great. HEY! Stop the fondling!" Her eyes went to Heather's crotch and she sighed. Too late. The kid was soaked again. "I'm sorry," Heather said. "I just started to feel really horny. All the tightness and the unusual feel of the material really turns me on." "Yeah, I know. Look, you might as well keep it on, if you like. I'll have to get it cleaned anyway now. And you look like you are really getting off on it." But Heather barely heard her. As she boldly ran her hands over the outside of her of her tightly constrained breasts, thrilling to the feel of their hardness, and the sensations of her fingers through the fabric ran like a hot flame and a wonderful warm feeling spread across her chest. And just like that, the heat in her thighs rose in a wave and poured through her pussy and into her stomach, the orgasm causing her to whimper with satisfaction and surprise. As her head cleared, Susan's voice came back into focus. "OK. Can we stop playing 'let's get off' and get back to work? Heather, we have got to get focused here and do what we set out to do. Now, straighten up. Hands off your tits. By your side. Let's do the baseline again." Heather grinned. "Wow. Some suit. I just orgasmed!" "I know. I'm wet myself from watching you. Jesus. OK. There's the beep. ONLY move the way I tell you. The script doesn't call for body touching, young lady, so no sneak attempts at another orgasm, OK?" "Got it. OK. But, it still makes me hot. How does it do that? Can I buy one of these? Maybe I better not. I'd never take it off." "To be honest, everyone that puts it on notices it makes them horny. I think it must have something to do with the way it feels like silk and never grabs, the pressure it puts on the erogenous zones and the fact that when you touch yourself, it creates static electricity that flows through the suit and is felt by your sensitive parts as tiny shocks that you can't really consciously feel, but that your mind interprets as sexual stimulation. And, no, you can't have it or buy it. I paid a lot for it and THAT is one invention of my own that makes me better at this process than anyone else in the world right now." And for the rest of the day, she demonstrated that she was the best in the world. They worked hard selecting the outfits, have the computer do the modelling and adjustments as Susan's expert eye caught all the little things in the cuts and flow of the garments that looked bad from certain angles and movements and had the computer adjust. Some of it was like magic, knowing what to adjust where to get the effect she wanted. The personal clothes for social occasions were from formal gowns to sun suits, and one very, very sexy slinky red dress that had them both saying 'fantastic' and getting wet from watching the 3-D image move around on screen in the 'aroused' view. Susan pushed back from the desk. "I'm sitting here dreaming I'm peeling that dress off you and sucking on those spectacular boobs of yours. I don't think I can take any more of that, or I'll jump you." Heather's breath caught at the woman's words, as she wanted to be fucked so badly at that moment, and wished Susan would turn to her and take her. But Susan didn't make the move. Reluctantly, Heather peeled off the body suit slowly after Susan unzipped her. The heavy sweet smell of her cum hung in the room from the wet crotch as she hung it over the back of a chair to dry, unable to meet Susan's eyes. "Couldn't resist a few more orgasms, I see," Susan remarked. "I... I didn't really do anything, honest. They... They just kept happening. Not that they weren't nice or that I tried to stop them." "Well, doesn't matter if you get it a little wet, or a lot wet. By the way, you smell wonderful. You must be a delight in bed." "Thanks." She couldn't think of anything else to say. Why didn't Susan just take her in her arms and make love to her? God knows, she wanted it and was ready enough! But, she dressed and Susan made busy on the computer, saving and transmitting files to the factories. "Heather, a word of advice?" "Yes?" "These clothes, and how you got them? Amy has a lot of motives for getting them for you. And having you look nice and professional is only a minor one. She is putting all this stuff on the company books, in her name. The clothes only fit you. If for any reason things don't work out at the firm, just keep the clothes. Let Amy worry about the rest. Giving back the clothes would solve nothing for her. You might as well have the enjoyment. Just so you know." "Are you sure that would be right?" "Positive. Amy is a big girl taking chances. If she gets caught, stay out of the line of fire and keep a low profile." As she said it, her eye caught Heather's magnificent profile and Heather noticed where she was looking, and they both laughed. "Right! I'll need that suit for that. Any chance you'll change your mind about... ?" "Not a chance. Now get out of here so I can finish up and get something to eat. I'm beat." "Thanks for everything Susan. I can't wait to see the clothes and try them on. Two weeks you said?" "Yeah, the early ones will be two weeks. The rest over a two or three week period. Maybe one or two longer. And you don't actually try them on. There is no need. They always fit perfectly. Jan's underwear will take care of that for you. I can't wait to hear your reaction to how that stuff feels. If you thought the suit was good, just wait... off with you now." And she gave Heather a kiss on the cheek and the door shut and she locked it. Heather went back to school and hit the books. Her mind kept drifting back to the suit as an idle hand began to take her on the stairway to another orgasm. The ancient history of Rome started to blur in her mind as the sensations of her hand between her legs drove her concentration from her. It would be a late night. Susan returned to the computer terminal and sat. There was one last outfit she wanted for Heather. It would be a personal gift to a special lady. She was always attracted to beautiful, sexy women, being bi and all, but even she was surprised at how strongly she had felt attracted today. It had taken all of her willpower to be professional and get the work done and keep her hands off Heather. The material was impossible, the computer recalculated again and again the cuts and lines, and she struggled for hours to get it to work, and finally, it came together. As the 3-D picture turned and moved around the screen, Susan finally gave in to the lust she had built up all day, and a hand disappeared into the top of her slacks. It took only moments before a powerful orgasm tightened her muscles and she groaned loudly. The second orgasm was stronger than the first and she yelled out. And, ten minutes later, her hand on one nipple, pulling at the nipple savagely, and the other flicking her sensitive clit, she felt a tidal wave roll up from her thighs, slam into her stomach and explode in her brain. She screamed. The designer clothes on the long racks absorbed the sound and a passerby in the street heard nothing. ------- At work the next day, Amy suggested they go over the final plans for the presentation, which they did, and then they trooped down to the presentation room and ran two rehearsals with all the equipment, slides, multimedia gear. They made a final list of last minute things to do from the experience. Amy made a casual suggestion that Heather stop over to her place after work and she would loan her one of her outfits for the meeting, as Heather's clothes would take a while yet. Amy's apartment was a neat and perfect as Amy, of course. Heather didn't exactly expect anything else. They poured a drink of soda and relaxed in the living room with some nice music, then went to the bedroom and began going through Amy's extremely extensive wardrobe. In the end, with three different possible outfits selected, Heather pulled off her skirt and blouse and tried each on. They selected a dark blue, conservative jacket/skirt combination that came just to the top of her knee. A tuck in the back took up the slight slack from Heather's smaller waist, and the jacket hung perfectly. A white satin blouse buttoned at the neck went well, and they hung the items back on hangers for Heather to take home. Amy's hands lingered for a moment on Heathers bare shoulders as she helped her slip the blouse off from the front. She reached slowly past Heathers ears and as her fingers began removing the clasp and pins holding Heather mane in a tight roll behind her, she moved forward and began gently kissing her. Heather dropped the blouse on the bed and responded by running her hands up and down the back of Amy's blouse, fingers releasing the small buttons. She found the clasp at the back of the skirt and released it. Amy stopped kissing her for a moment and the skirt dropped off and she laid it gently on the bed. Heather's long hair fell down and she shook her head with a toss and it released into a dark waterfall on to her skin. Goose bumps rose from it's touch and she felt a thrill in her spine. They came back together and Amy began to run her tongue in and out of Heather's mouth, her hot saliva mixing with Heather's, slowly fucking her tongue, then bitting her lips. Heather's tongue flowed into Amy's mouth, and they stood for minutes, tied erotically by the touch and growing passion as their tongues embraced each other, sliding over one another. Both were groaning. Heather's bra fell away as the rear hooks were suddenly free under Amy's practised touch, the shoulder straps and cups somehow falling forward and off between them. Amy tried to find the hooks on Amy's bra, both front and rear, and suddenly realized she couldn't find any. She pulled back for a moment to figure out what to do, and was amazed to see a small network of very thin straps over the shoulders. No clasps in the front or back were visible. Amy laughed. "Micro-Velcro. Invisible." She reached between the cups and twisted the fabric hard and with a tearing sound, the material parted. Heather went to reach and touch the end of the fabric, but Amy just tossed the bra aside and flowed back into Heather's arms. Their large breasts merged, and pressed into each other, flattening, pushing swollen flesh under their arms, nipples pressing hard against each other. Heather's nipples ached to be touched. Amy moved the other clothes off the bed to a chair and had Heather remove her panties. She sad Heather on the edge of the bed and kneeled in front of her, kissing her hair, shoulders, arms and face on the way down. Heather put her hands behind Amy's head and guided her lips to her left nipple and cried out as the hot, eager lips parted and inhaled the hard tit. She gave a violent start as Amy's teeth took the nipple prisoner and her tongue rasped the long projection from the bottom. Again and again, the tongue took her nipple. Then, she moved to the other breast and began there. It was already there and waiting at full length. In less than a minute, Heather was panting and moaning, and whispering, eyes closed. "Ummmm. Oh. Nice. Very nice. Yes. So hot. I'm so hot. I'm hot for you to fuck me. My pussy is hot. Don't make me wait. I can't wait. I need you to. Suck me. Suck. Me. I... need... Yes... , " it was a continuous stream of babble now. And Amy didn't make her wait. Even as she pulled the turgid nipple as deep into her throat as she possibly could, she began to ease Heather's panties off her hips and Heather lifted one hip at a time in a gently rocking motion to give her clearance. They fell at Heather's feet. As if by, signal, Heather fell slowly backwards and Amy's kisses moved down her stomach and then, Heather's legs opened and the heavenly probing tongue found Heather's long clit and flicked across it. Heather was ready, and her hips rose to invite more. And Amy gave it to her. Steady flicking and she felt Heather stiffen and shudder, and she pulled the long clit into her mouth and washed it with her tongue and pulled it with her cheeks. That was more than enough for Heather and she came very intensely. One leg lifted and settled on Amy's shoulder, and then the other followed on the other side, and Amy ate her with abandon, drinking the flow of cum with great slurping sounds and groans. Heather came again, and then, harder, again. Amy moved up and straddled Heather's stomach and leaned over and her own large breasts hung down to Heather. Heather ran her hands up Amy's sides and finally gathered one breast in both hands and pressed the straining nipple into her mouth. Moving from breast to breast, the nipples were pulled and tongued until Amy needed to have more. She rolled off Heather, who, in a single motion, rolled with her and then Heather was kissing her and moving down. As she settled into Amy's steamy bush, Amy was shouting for Heather to fuck her. The neighbours next door never complained about Amy's shouting during sex. And shout she did in private. In truth, the neighbors would become deeply aroused by Amy's quite public display of lust, and many a night, they would fall on each other after Amy's orgasm and have energetic sex for hours. For a long retired couple, it amazed even them. But they never discussed it. Amy knew they could hear her. And she always smiled at them both when they passed in the hall. Someday, she intended to invite them in for a soda and let them get to know her... better? Better than what? But for now, they were getting to know that Amy was having a talented woman fuck her with an expert tongue and fingers, and Amy shouted and groaned like a wild banshee as she came and flooded the bed under her with the cum Heather simply couldn't take down fast enough. And Heather just took her again, and again. She wanted them both to get an "A" on the presentation the next day. Much later, as Heather went down the hall, a short, older man opened his door and said to her as she passed, "It's a treat to have a delightful young lady such as yourself come visit on our floor. Please come again soon." And he was smiling and nodding his head. His eyes looked a bit unfocused. Heather responded politely, "Thank you. I believe I'll be back quite soon. Nice to meet you." And she entered the elevator and was gone. The man closed the door and headed for his bedroom where his wife was still cleaning up the cum from their urgent love making. Even as he approached her, she dropped the tissues and reached for his cock. God, she thought, the man must think I'm a sex fiend. The old man smiled as her mouth closed over his enlarging penis. Finally, after all these years, the sex was good again. No, it was outstanding. He corrected himself again as his cock turned rigid. It was fucking outstanding. The presentation went like clockwork. No matter what the customer asked, they had a chart, or an answer prepared and up on the screen in seconds. Heather worked the machines quietly in back and never missed a beat. Having memorized the slide positions in the electronic presentations, as well as having an index up on her screen in the back, Amy could begin speaking on any topic and only a second or two later, the appropriate material would appear on the screens behind her, like they had rehearsed it to actually go this way. And, with all the technical elements happening so smoothly, Amy's pitch hit the customer with full impact and it was obvious they were very impressed. "Amy, and Heather of course," the customer turned to acknowledge her. Heather smiled and nodded. "That is a most impressive set of marketing ideas for our product. I like it. I like it a LOT. In fact, I'm sold. You have our account as of this minute." Heather could see Amy almost leap into the air with joy. She'd show that bastard in the executive suite, and she did. Heather was so happy for Amy. "On two conditions." There followed a short silence. "One. You must leave your firm and start your own. I'll bring my account to you to get started with a five year contract for starters, and a large amount of up-front money. I'm tired to the rest of the non-producers at this firm taking my money and not helping me." Heather felt her heart fall. She wouldn't be working with Amy any more. She knew in a second that Amy would accept. She deflated. "And the other?" Amy was smiling. Yes, she accepted number one. "You must tell me and my staff just how you made the backdrops and filmy transparencies in the presentations. Whatever you did, the effect is mesmerizing, and I know I'm in mixed company here and don't mean to give offense, but they are downright sensual and very erotic. Did anybody else pick up on that?" The other four people in the room, two men and two woman all nodded quite vigorously. "Yes, quite stimulating. I keep thinking they remind me of something, but I can't figure out what. There isn't anything to make out, but, still..." Amy looked at Heather. Heather suddenly realized she would have to tell them, and she got very nervous and scared. "Well..." Amy realized that Heather was stalling, but, hell, make up something, anything kid, but give them an answer. She was practically teleporting herself into Heather's brain to tell her to make it good. Heather told it straight. "It was the underwear that gave me the idea. You sell underwear. People put their...", she looked at the group, and pressed ahead, "pussies and cocks in the underware, so..." Amy mouthed OH MY GOD, PLEASE NO '... I found a nice picture of an average, hard cock and overlayed it on an image of an engorged pussy with the lips fully spread on either side of the cock..." HOLY SHIT!! SHE DID!! WE'RE DEAD!!!..."with the cock head just under the raised clit. Then, I ran the image through a series of morphing steps until the cock merged into the pussy and pussy merged into the cock and you really couldn't tell what the hell they were any more, no matter how hard you tried. But, your brain somehow subconsciously knows, because women see the picture and get wet and don't know why, and men see the picture and get hard, and don't know why. I tested it and no one ever came close to knowing what it was. Then, I just created a series of transparancies that wash out most of the color, but leave behind a bit of the texture. The people still react to the texture." She was proud of what she had done. And as she was explaining it, she knew they were probably in deep shit with the customer. To say nothing of it being embarrassing. Amy would hate her. Oh, crap. It wasn't supposed to turn out this way! Amy actually sat down as her legs gave way. The customer remained silent for a moment. "You tested it? And no one ever figured it out?" "Never. I gave it to a hundred people. I had my fiends in the graphics lab trying to pull back the original images from the pictures. They couldn't do it. And the transparancies are hopeless. And these are some serious computer graphics freaks. I mean, not that my friends are..." He held up his hand and started laughing. "Well, I thought we must be the only firm in the world that talked about cocks and pussies, and off course boobs and tits, behind closed doors as a normal part of the day! I must say that you have surprised and delighted and me that you understand our business and it's language so well, and are not afraid to demonstrate it at your own firm." "Heather, that was an outstanding idea. And I want a copy of one of those pictures and transparancies to hang on my wall to frustrate people. This aid campaign will kill them." Heather's heart leaped with relief. It wasn't going to kill them, it helped sell even more. She looked at the rest of the customer's staff and one of the women had made a short note and slid it down toward her. She casually slid the pad over and it said. "Babe, I'm hot as hell and I know you did it. I want a copy of the picture, ALL the transparancies, and YOU. Meet me in the ladies room on the floor below in ten minutes after the meeting breaks. I won't disappoint you. Kathy". Heather folded the note and put it in her pocket. The customer spoke again. "Amy, I must add one more condition, I'm afraid." Amy was smiling again, but a small cloud crossed her face. What now? "Heather must join your team. I realize that she is an intern here, and of course, the decision is her's, but I think we can jointly make it financially attractive for her, and she will get the experience she needs. Heather would you consider it?" Heather smiled. "Where she goes, I follow!" And they all laughed. "Now..." her eyes locked with Kathy's for an instant, "I have a couple of requests here to be serviced and I better excuse myself to get you out of here on time. It's been a pleasure meeting you all and I hope we get a chance to know each other much better." Kathy winked at her as she broke eye contact and gathered up her things and left. Amy was closing the deal and beginning the first steps to setting up her first contract. Kathy was waiting in the last stall in the little used bathroom on the empty floor. As she worked Heather's blouse free and the surging mounds came into full view, her breath did a sharp intake and her hands filled with firm flesh. "God, you're magnificent." And her one hand slide down into Heather's panties and a finger slid directly into Heather's Mons and found the rapid rising clit. "God, your clit too? I can't wait for us to work together." And in the next thirty minutes, in the stall, she brought Heather off many times with an almost animal urgency of lust. As Heather floated off into a cloud of sensations and fireworks, the idle thought crossed her mind that any company that discussed cocks, tits, and pussies all day will be a wonderful company to do business with. Look what they had done for her already! Amy left the firm officially the next day, and they used the undergarment factory as temporary quarters until they found a place to lease. As Amy was very busy hiring people and getting incorporated, Heather found her unavailable for company, but Kathy more than made up for it. Kathy responded to Heather's body like she was born to serve it and nothing else. And Heather responded to the urgent lovemaking with her own lust, leaving Kathy delightfully exhausted as well. The following week, her underwear came in and it was indeed a unique experience to wear. It felt like a hundred fingers were caressing and pinching her ever-so-lightly every time she moved at all, and it felt wonderful. The bra was an engineering miracle, giving her amazing support (not that she really needed it yet), and always gently moving her around so as to not break the line of the clothing overgarments, all the while feeling like she was gently encompassed in sild. The various types of panties did the same. And everything expanded and absorbed her aroused condition without doing anything other than making her even more aroused. Just walking around the office, she felt like there were ten of Amy or Kathy stroking her all over. Orgasms just came and went with great regularity. Kathy always found her deep aroused, and it only increased her own lust. The outfits and other clothes all came in to Jan's over the weeks and almost every night and soon she had a wardrobe to chose from that most women would kill to have. Heather was a knockout in every one of them, and they were perfectly tailored. She and Jan would drink a glass of wine and then Heather would head home with her new things. Toward the end of the Summer, a large, heavy box arrived at her apartment on a Saturday afternoon. She had no idea what it was, since all the clothes and accessories had already come and were put away. She broke the string and lifted the lid. There was a card on top. She took it from the envelop and read, "Heather, you were gone that first night before I figured it out. I could see I had it backwards. This special outfit is for you, from me alone. Wear it only to have fun (fun was underlined twice). I have a deep feeling it will bring much of it into your sweet life. Promise some day to stop by and let me see you in it. Come at night. And plan to stay a while. I have placed the dressing instructions on a sheet of paper, as well as the care guide. Love, Susan." Heather carefully spread the items from the box out on the bed and in the bottom, found the shoes to match. She was completely soaked with cum from excitement as each item emerged and revealed itself. She ran her hands over the material and explored it. Reading the dressing instructions, she put her hair up exactly as instructed and pulled off all of her clothes, including her underwear. Drying between her legs (useless, she knew, but she had to try), she pulled on the pants very slowly, revelling in the feel on her skin. She pulled on the belt and buckled it closed. Then the top, carefully easing her breasts into the perfectly shaped cones built just to receive their exact shape. Her nipple extended out into the open from each tip. Then, the shoulder high arm gauntlets. And finally, the high heels. At last, she stood up and pulled on the last piece over her head and put on the collar. She could feel the cum just pouring down her legs again from the excitement. Trembling, she walked over and stood in front of the floor length mirror and looked at herself. The black leather hood with the Stirling silver studs revealed her sparkling eyes, her hair emerging into a tight brush from the rear and being pulled up and over the top like the wild fan of some beast. The thick leather collar, again with large silver studs, circled her long neck, enhancing her hood. The torso bodice was moulded to her perfectly, revealing every line of her upper body, with a few strategically placed holes here and there to give more than just a peek-a-boo look. And her nipples pointed straight out in a mesmerizing way, extended in her excitement to their full length, drawing your eyes back to her tits no matter how hard you tried to look elsewhere. A small gap of taut skin appeared and then a black studded belt, and then the leather pants, glued to her. Even the dimples of her ass were perfectly defined. The pants flowed up into the crack of her ass and the seam was pressed firmly against her rear door. The seam flowed to just below her pussy, and split, leaving her pussy fully exposed. The seam rejoined just above her hairline. The wild bush of dark hair contrasted to the polished finish of the rest of the black leather on the rest of her body. And on her feet were high black leather heels and they overlapped the bottom on the leather on her legs just a bit. A clear trail of cum was running down the inside seam of the pants as her excitement grew. Yes. Yes. Susan was right. THIS was what she wanted. Her strength grew and her feeling of power expanded. She reached into the box and lifted the last item. At that moment, there was a brief knock on the door and a key in the lock. "HI! Honey, I got lonely over at the college and missed you so much, can I spend the... Holy Shit. H o l y S H E I T." Heather was standing looking down at her, hands on her hips and head back. Her right hand held a whip. "Shut that door and eat me out, you beautiful, wanton bitch!" Traci pushed the door shut quickly and threw her bag on the floor. Her pussy was already soaked before she could take the five steps and kneel before the exotic figure before her. Her tongue slid into Heather like a hot rapier and Heather gasped. YES. This is the way it would be for Traci from now on. I will decide what games we play. And make Traci happier than she has ever been. And Traci held her leather clad ass in both hands and feasted at the Mons of her young Mistress. ------- Chapter 20 Heather sat on the edge of the bed and carefully folded the cleaned leather top and placed it back in the box. Traci had left only a few hours before, ending their day of games with Heather the Mistress and Traci the more than willing sex slave. Even now, as tired as she was, Heather felt a chill go down her back at the thought of the power and excitement she felt in guiding Traci from one sexual encounter to another, always being sure Traci was getting more pleasure than Heather was demanding in return. It amazed Heather to see how responsive Traci had been to being a slave, taking orders, performing sexual acts on her body. Traci had clearly been deeply aroused the entire time. And, it scared her. She had never before had such control over someone else. She was tired, and felt confused. School would start soon and she felt off centre. And the Summer's internship experiences hadn't exactly helped her settle down. Into the box she placed Susan's note, and replaced the cover and placed the heavy box high on the shelf in her closet. She stood staring at it for a long time, then closed the door to the closet. At her desk, she took out some personal stationary and wrote a long note of thanks to Susan. Knowing she would want to know, she put in some of the details of the games she and Traci had played, how wonderful they had been, and promised a personal recounting of the night and day soon. She sealed the envelope and placed it near her purse and bag. She wrote another short note to Traci. "Traci, dearest; I had a wonderful, erotic time with you this past day. In fact, the sex and spirit of the day were both fantastic and scary to me, somehow. I think I've tapped into some part of my personality that I know little about. It has left me both tired physically (smile) and emotionally and I need to sort things out before school starts next week. I'm going down to my folks' place at the beach till the end of the week. I'll be by when I get back. I'll miss you. Love, Heather" She locked the door, dropped the note to Susan in the corner mailbox and stopped by Traci's apartment on the way out of town, sliding the other note under the door quietly, then driving down to the beach. She stopped for food and a couple of beach read books and soon was settled in at the beach house for the week. She made sure all the doors were locked and everything was as it always was, then went for a long, long walk on the beach. Just as she was turning to go back in the darkening evening, she noticed a man several hundred yards away who was doing something with a net in the surf, but she couldn't make it out. Tired, she turned back. After a late meal, she cleaned up and decided to get cleaned up for the night and then read for a while. Usually, she enjoyed showers as a chance to not only get clean, but enjoy the spray on her sensitive skin, particularly the areas around her nipples. Her hands and fingers would always generate a large amount of lather from a bar of soap, then spread it lovingly and gently over her body, lingering everywhere her long fingers would remember were special. Showers always ended with a satisfying orgasm to release the tension built up from all the teasing. Tonight, the shower was brief. Pulling on a long cotton nightgown and drying her long hair, then brushing it out. She settled into the living area with one of her books and a glass of wine, with soft music playing on the radio. And then, after only a few hours, she put out the lights and slid into the sheets of her bed. Skipping her usual ritual of a long build-up to a clitoral orgasm to help relax her, she closed her eyes, hugged her favourite stuffed animal to her, and almost instantly was asleep. And the week was much the same. Long walks, reading, some TV, some shopping for more food. She knew she was down and needed a change. But couldn't put her finger on what it was. Two days before she left the beach, she went for another long walk and again spotted the stranger casting a net into the surf. This time, she walked down and stood and watched. The man was not much older than her, with a lean swimmers build and not a trace of fat anywhere on his body as he worked. On the sand were large glass jars in a holder on some sort of sleigh with a rope to pull it. "Hey! Would you bring out one of the empty jars?" Heather pulled one of the jars from the holder and waded into the surf until she reached him. He flashed her a dazzling smile and took the jar from her. "Thanks. I'm Eric." "Heather. What are you doing?" "Plankton count in the surf for doctoral research. Every low tide. This is the easy part. Then time to do the counts." He looked her over. "You're very beautiful!" He had to shout over the crash of the surf. He was quickly filling the jar from the output of the net and replacing the lid. "Thanks!" And she almost told him he wasn't bad looking himself. And shocked herself at the mere thought. She never dated men. They never asked her. Or did she let them know somehow they were wasting their time? And then they waded out of the surf and Eric put the jar into the sled and looked up. "Every see plankton?" "No. I mean, not live. Pictures on TV." "Come join me up at the cottage and you can count some for me. I'm going blind. Just up here. No funny business, promise." Eric looked at her confidently and started to pull the sled without waiting for her answer. And she was going to say no from reflex, but stopped herself and followed along. The cottage turned out to be an old one from the 1950's, run down, but having that air about it from the days when all there was out here was sand, water, and the fishing. Eric put the jars down and began to make up slides with practised ease while she watched. Putting one into a microscope, he adjusted it and slid out of his chair. "Here. Now I focused on one right in plan view." His hard chest pressed into her back as he leaned forward to work a control on the microscope. For the first time in a week, a spark of excitement pulled on her nipples and she felt her pussy get warm. God, it's a GUY for God's sake! Calm down. You never get interested in guys. But the contact was getting all her attention and she was having a hard time concentrating on the slide, or her words. "Yes, I see it." It looked like a miniature shrimp, almost transparent. "Good. Now run these controls slowing all the way from stop to stop, then turn this control one quarter turn, and then the other stop to stop, until you have looked slowly at the entire slide. Count every plankton you see." And he pulled away, leaving a burning sensation on her back and she wanted him to return. But she started to count. And for an hour, he handed her slides and she counted. As she got better, it went faster. Two hours later, they were done and he finished recording the data in his field book, and went and opened the refrigerator. "Beer or wine?" "Wine would be nice. Why count all these plankton?" "Well, I am building a theory that the numbers are decreasing for certain reasons and I need baseline data to support it. My thesis is due in six months and I haven't even finished the research yet. This is my last chance for data. I go to school at a university over on the other coast, but a friend had this place for the Summer, so here I am. Wrong coast, but the theory should be valid regardless of the ocean or beach." He handed her a glass of wine. "And you?" "Junior at the local college. Art major. I worked the Summer as an intern for an ad agency doing multimedia graphics and that sort of thing. I have to be back at school in two days." She took a long drink. "Umm. I'm starved. Would you agree to stay and have dinner with me? I'm a good cook and would love the company." He looked very hopeful. "Yes, that would be nice. I've been alone all week myself." Damn, she shouldn't have told him that. But, he seemed harmless. After all, he hadn't made any moves yet, anyway. And dinner he did fix. Five courses, and it was all delicious. They laughed and horsed around in the kitchen making it all and then cleaning it up. And suddenly, they were back in the living room standing facing each other and she was wondering... "Listen, I know I said no funny business, and I'm a man of my word, but my soul is never going to let me have peace the rest of my life unless I at least try to kiss the most beautiful woman I've been lucky enough in my life to meet." He approached her and she knew she wanted him to do it, so she tilted her head back and he kissed her gently, lingeringly, a hand on each of her shoulders. He finally pulled back and gazed into her eyes. "Wow. My soul..." "Eric, my soul is never going to be at rest unless your soul," she put her hand on his hard chest" is completely satisfied. Kiss me again." Gosh, what am I doing? she wondered as she was saying it. And he did. This time, his arms went around her and her full chest flattened against his, the contrast of soft on hard adding to the flood of new sensations now flooding her loins. She missed the swell of another woman's breasts pushing on and in between her own, adding to the wonderful cushion of flesh between their bodies. His cock was hard now and pressed firmly into her stomach. For her, also a completely new sensation. And one that had her pussy beginning to drip. His tongue worked her mouth roughly and wetly, and he moved to her neck. Her breath was already coming in short gasps and he pulled away. "Heather, I really meant..." "I know. It's my choice. Love me." And they moved together then walked to the back bedroom and he pulled her to him again. The kissing was more urgent and he rapidly pulled the buttons on her sweater open and pulled the sweater from her. As he saw her breasts for the first time, he quickly began to suck the nipples and she felt the sparks shooting. But he was going from place to place too fast, leaving her hanging and wanting more at each tender spot she was focusing on. And then, the sensations were somewhere else and she flowed toward them, then again he moved on. "Slow down!" she wanted to scream, but he was now pulling off his shirt and shorts. His cock was standing straight out and, while not overly large, was nicely shaped. She reached out and took it in her hand, caressing it slowly. Maybe a slow hand job will give him the idea, she thought. She backed slowly onto the bed and sat down. He joined her in the bed and moved over her, kissing her breasts and quickly moved to rubbing her pussy with sand roughened fingers, pulling and scratching her slightly. And then, he moved her legs apart and he began to mount her. She was not really ready. Wet, very aroused. But, it was so fast. Not like... Somewhere, somehow a condom had made its way onto his cock, and he penetrated her quickly. She groaned at the suddenness of her organs being moved rudely out of the way and he tightened his arms around her. His weight pressed her down, and his hips began to pump, her pussy raising and lowering to meet him. Her clit, now beginning to extend, was being pinched against him each time he slammed down, and hurt instead of sending her flying. But the sliding of his hot cock inside her was good. Very nice. Definitely better than her toys. Well, most of them, anyway. And none of them generated all this heat. God, he was a hot poker inside her. She moaned. Toys can't duplicate that heat, she thought in quick moment. Enjoy this. You've always wondered. Eric, slow down. Please slow down. I want to experience the sensations and learn to go with them. He was missing all her cues and drove on, his tempo picking up. Concentrating her own passion was finally rising to meet his at last and she felt the familiar warm tunnel of lust begin to suck her down into it. But, his hard buns under her hands and roughness of his hands kept distracting her, slowing her slide, blocking her relaxation. This could be so nice, so different, but she was not in control here. And then, without warning, he came. He stiffened and shook, pelvis driving against her hard several times. And then, he rolled off her. NO! I'm not done yet! Just a little more. Shit! Shit! Her brain was screaming at him. But it was over. He rubbed her arm a few more times, and kissed one nipple. Her pussy was aching for release and she felt totally frustrated. Soon, he got up and dressed. She cleaned herself up and also dressed and went and joined him in the living room. And she found she had nothing to say to him. He seemed uncomfortable that she was still there, so she suggested she leave. And he walked her back to her cottage in the dark and kissed her and said, "That was the best. I can't believe I just meet you and have to leave in the morning. Let me write my address for you. There. I'll call you at school. Promise." And he was a dark shape walking down the beach. "So, Heather my dear," she was talking to herself as she walked inside, "you wanted to know all these years if it would be different with a man? Any questions?" And she laughed. And stood at the top of the steps in the doorway still trying to make out his shape in the distance. And she cried a little. It was textbook. Very nice, but... yes, very nice in a way. Not long enough. And now, she was amazed she could still feel him up inside her. A phantom cock, still pushing at her insides, sliding in and out. Definitely not long enough. He'd never know what he just walked away from. She could have gone all night if only knew how she felt and how aroused she'd been and known how to please her. She cleaned up and showered, dried her hair and went back out on the darkened porch and sat with her feet up on the railing. A very gentle breeze blew her skirt up and the tendrils of wind teased her pussy and the backs of her thighs. Her hair blew around her in the wind, and most of it ended up covering her breasts. The very long pink nipples stood up against the cotton fabric of the thin blouse, but she made no attempt at self stimulation. She sat that way for a long time and went to bed and fell instantly to sleep. The next day, she cleaned up the cottage and emptied the frig, and read on the beach and swam a lot. The beach was totally deserted now, so she felt a bit lonely as evening came. Dinner also included a bottle of light wine and she went to bed a bit tipsy. In the morning, she packed her things, locked up the cottage and left the key with the real estate office on her way out. The long drive back to her apartment was uneventful. She put her things away and discovered two messages on her answering machine. One was from her Mom. "Hi, dear. Just to let you know we're back from our trip and it was great. We had a message here from Traci saying you were at the beach for the week and needed to be alone. I hope you are fine and please call me when you get in. Traci sounded a bit worried about you. You know she cares a great deal for you, and frankly, I think you two make a darling couple. Call me." "Darling couple?" She knew they were lovers? How? She had only mentioned Traci a couple of times in letters, or on the phone. Well, the cat was out of the bag now, she thought. Mom wanted to talk about her lover. The second call was from Traci. "Hi. When you get back, stop over and tell me what's up. Missed you all week. A LOT! See you later, I hope." She dialled home first, taking a deep breath as the phone started to ring. "Hello?" It was her Mom. "Hi, it's Heather. I'm back from the beach and ready for school tomorrow." "I'm so glad. Sounds like you had an exciting Summer and I can't wait to hear all about it. Suppose we drive down next weekend and all go out to dinner?" "That'd be great Mom! I've missed you and Dad all Summer. Seemed strange to be out on my own and never get to see you." "We felt the same way and talked about you everyday. By the way, why don't you invite Traci to join us." Ah. There was the other shoe. "Mom, I mean, we never... you've never said anything..." Her mother interrupted, "Dear, I've known since you were thirteen and the only friends you ever had were girls. I used to have to change your sheets almost every morning once your hormones kicked in full time and you started to masturbate and had someone sleep over!" "MOM!" "I don't mean to shock you, but you must think we're blind. Anyway, you're not the first in the family, so I think we know how to handle everything. You have our full love and support, always have and always will. I will miss planning a wedding, though!" She laughed. Heather thought about Eric in that second. "Well, don't be too quick to eliminate that. I. Well. I don't think it's just girls any more. I'm a bit confused about that right now." Wait, did she say not the first in the family? Who... ? "Oh. Well, whatever is the right answer for you will be fine with us, you can rest assured. Now, don't forget to invite Traci. Got to run. See you next Saturday night. You pick the place." "OK. I'm sure Traci will love to come. I hope you like her. See you then!" And she hung up. And sat for a long time thinking about Traci, Eric, boys, girls. And decided one thing for sure. She was horny as hell. And felt back to herself. It was late as she pulled up at Traci's apartment house. She could see from the windows that the lights weren't on, not a good sign. When alone, Traci lit up the place like a stage for fear of burglars and rapists. So, for certain, she wasn't home. And her car wasn't anywhere to be seen. Just in case, she walked up the stairs and stopped at Traci's door. There was a note taped to the door just above the knocker. "Heather, if you stop by, I'm over at my sister's. The directions are below. They are having a pool party and invited me at the last minute and, since you weren't back yet, decided to go to help me unwind before classes start tomorrow. I HAD hoped to unwind with you (hint), but it looks like a missed opportunity. If it's not too late, come on over and have some wine and we'll at least chat. Traci" Heather looked at her watch and decided it was too late, but, Traci wasn't back yet, so, she'd stop over anyway. The directions were easy to follow and in twenty minutes, she pulled up in front of a nice big house with a big lawn. Traci's car was still out front! Great! She got out and started toward the house. Traci picked up her watch and held it up to see the watch hands by the dim lights in the pool. It was almost midnight and she had waited out here hoping Heather would come. Now, she was horny, and worried about Heather. A very gentle, cool breeze was wafting over the pool now, ruffling the top of the water, green in the pool lights. The other guests were gone and her sister just told her to close up when she left. She sat in her two piece suit and looked at her hands. She had let the nails grow all Summer and was proud of how they looked. She knew long nails trapping Heather's long nipples drove her wild and she had planned to tease her all night in the pool. But. It was at that moment she knew, sensed, that Heather was there. It was her scent, that wonderful scent that she gave off, a combination of hair shampoo, perfume, and that unmistakable punk of a woman in heat, mixed together. Her heart skipped a beat and settled into an increased rhythm. She lifted her head and saw Heather standing at the end of the walk in the darkness, just short of the pool deck. "I didn't think you would come." "I got back late, and Mom, well, I came right over when I saw your note. I missed you." The two of them walked toward each other, smiling. With every step, Heather felt her legs get weak and her pussy fill with lubrication. They met and Traci took her smoothly into her arms and they kissed. A deep, longing, erotic kiss with two tongues dancing in and out of each other's mouths, saliva pouring back and forth between them in some heady brew that heightened their arousal. Both of them were breathing through flared nostrils. Heather's breasts were on fire to be rubbed and pinched. She rubbed herself vigorously against Traci's equally full tits and moaned into Traci's mouth. "Traci, please take me. Fuck me. God, please fuck me. Now, right here. I can't wait. I want you so much." A sharp thrill ran down Traci's spine at these lust filled words. Heather's mouth covered her's again and they sucked and tongue fucked each other for another minute. Then, Traci pulled back and turned Heather around. In a second, she released her top and pulled the ties on her bottom, and stood naked. She eased her swollen boobs against Heather's back and the heat in them felt like a branding iron against Heather's skin, through her blouse. Traci moved close and whispered in her ear. "I will fuck you till dawn, if you want it. I need you too. Close your eyes and let me fuck you, suck you and love that outrageous body of yours." Her fingers were working slowly down Heather's front, rubbing her breasts and now hard nipples against the insides of her arms as she worked the buttons on the blouse free. She eased the blouse up out of her shorts and the last button came free. She eased back from her and ran her now long nails up Heather's back to the bra strap. Heather moaned loudly. The bra catch came free in an instant, but Traci made no move to remove the blouse or the bra. She ran her nails down the back from the nape of her neck to the top of her shorts, then around her sides and across the top of her stomach. She could feel Heather tremble from the touch on her skin. Moving closer to her again, her own breasts flattened once more against the trembling girl and her hands now traced up the stomach and eased the bra cups loose, first from one breast, then the other. Very slowly, tickling and tracing patterns on the bottom of the heavy orbs becoming exposed. "Oh, shit. That's SO NICE! I'm soaked. please. don't make me wait. I need it. Oh, God." It was all a groan an Heather's body began to almost glow from the heat she was producing. The bra cups were now pushed up on top of the large swollen tits and finally, she closed both hands underneath both breasts, lifting them lightly, and closing a long extended nipple between each thumb and index finger nail. She tightened her grip and Heather shuddered. Her breasts were on fire in Traci's hands. Traci finally let her right hand move down and release the snap at the top of Heather's shorts. She unzipped the zipper half way, and eased her hand down over the hard, flat belly, then the tips were in Heather's bush, so thick and wonderful between her fingers. Her fingers moved on and Heather was already humping her hand, trying to hurry her. She tightened her fingers around the left nipple and twisted it. Heather's attention went back to her breast and the electric sparks pouring from the nipple across her chest, just as Traci slid two fingers smoothly between her cum slick lips and into her pussy to the second knuckle. Heather began to go tense and shake and Traci knew she was going to cum and eased another finger inside and spread them, letting Heather's pussy clamp down on the pressure. Heather felt her inner thighs get white hot and heat pour into her pussy and up her stomach as the orgasm hit her. "I'm cumming..." it was a whisper as the wind was driven from her by the intensity of it. Traci worked the spot just to the side of Heather's clit that she knew Heather liked better than any other place to be touched. And Heather stiffened again and groaned very loudly as she came twice more in rapid succession. And then, Traci just held her as she came down a bit. Heather turned and hugged Traci, her head on Traci's shoulder. "That was so nice. Nobody does that like you do. I felt so fucking horny." "Would you like to go for a swim?" "I didn't bring a suit with me." "Don't need one. Look at me! Anyway, I'll go in and kill the pool lites and let Sis know we'll be out here for a while. Don't go away now!" She gave her a kiss and Heather took her right breast in her hand and began to gently knead it, finally pulling it into her mouth. Traci groaned and pulled her head into her tit. "Yes, I need that too. Let's get to the pool." And they separated and Traci grabbed a towel to wrap around herself and ran to the house. Heather went to a lounge chair and sat on the edge, her open blouse and bunched up bra still where Traci had left them, her shorts just barely hanging on her hips. The feeling of Traci's hot breasts on her back was still very much there, as well as the feeling of pressure from those talented fingers deep in her pussy. She closed her eyes and just sat, re-experiencing those feelings. Suddenly, Traci was there by her. "Here, we'll put some oil on first. You'll like this, I bet. No, let me undress you. You know it makes me crazy to strip you. I'm hot for you already, so this will make me really jump your bones. Traci closed her eyes and finally, felt the feather touch of Traci's fingers as she eased the blouse back slowly of one shoulder at a time and then slid it down her arms and off. Then, the bra, one cup at a time. The fingers gently tracing alone the skin of her breasts, the sides, the tops, the hard tips, and down her arms as the straps went free. She heard the glug from a bottle and then Traci began to smooth a thick layer of oil over her shoulders and neck. Taking her time, she worked the oil slowly down her back and arms, stopping at the top of the shorts. Pouring more oil, she very slowly worked it into the top of Heather's front, and then down ever so gradually onto the swelling orbs finally, palming each nipple and rubbing in into the firm tits until the nipples were standing straight out, fully erect. Traci felt her pussy flood from the sight and feel of these erotic pencils of flesh, longer than she could ever have imagined a woman could be. And so tender and sensitive. The feel of them deep in her throat made her almost cum as she sucked on them briefly, ignoring the oil. Heather was sinking into the satin feel of the oil. It made her skin warm, even in the cool breeze. Her breasts were hot inside and Traci's slow steady actions were getting her very turned on again. Traci pulled her slowly to her feet and then eased the dangling shorts off her, exposing her naked, very wet pussy to the cool air. It was a wanton, delicious feeling. Traci continued to lather on the oil, working down each leg and back up, then the other, and finally, standing pressing against Heather's well oiled side, worked a copious handful into Heather pussy and ass crack, lingering over her asshole, finally, sliding her oiled index finger inside just to the first knuckle. The silky, satiny feeling was almost too erotic to stand, as though her body senses had gone into some totally new level of pleasure. And she floated inside the pleasure, feeling the cool breeze, feeling her exposed parts tingle. "OK. Now me. Be quick, I want you in the pool." Traci whispered in her ear. Heather opened her eyes and realized just how dark it was with the pool lights off. She took the bottle and spread oil on Traci as well, also making sure she took care to oil Traci's pussy and ass very well. And she returned the favour and inserted a finger deep into Traci's ass and began to wiggle it. Traci was moaning and her pussy was running down her oiled leg. "Oh, honey. Ummmm. Nice. Pool. Let me do you in the pool. Keep that thought." And they slipped their arms around each other and walked to the end of the pool and stepped down into the water. Again, it felt entirely different from before. The oil kept her skin hot inside, and the cooler water felt like it was a layer away from her now silken skin. Traci stopped her when they were waist deep. She could feel her pussy tighten against the cold, but inside her molten loins stayed just as hot. Traci, facing her with their boobs pressing into each other, slowly worked the pins out of Heather's long hair and then, every so gently, let it down her back, separating it with her fingers, it's rich fullness accented by the slick oil on her fingers. Heather felt the hair on her back, and as it always had, she felt her arousal increase and her chest go tight from the sensuous feeling on the skin of her back and upper ass as the hair became wet and drifted back and forth over her tight, oiled buns. Then, Traci took them deeper and told her to float on her back. Heather loved to float, and she just laid back and put her arms out with legs slightly separated and began to float. Traci gently began to guide her around the pool as she floated. Every few seconds, her hands glided over Heather's legs, or stomach, or breasts, but only for a few seconds at a time and never in any pattern. Heather's skin was cool in the water, and the skin tightened around her swollen breasts, which felt molten hot inside. The nipples, puckered tight in the night air, were standing up like spikes and the wetness left from Traci's roaming fingers would cool in the night air and they felt almost painfully tight. Her state of arousal continued to climb as she floated in a state of near ecstasy. Her pussy was swollen inside, but the lips remained tightly sealed by the cold water, trapping the growing pool of cum and adding pressure inside her cunt. As much as she wanted to have an orgasm, the buildup was so intense she wanted it to last forever. After almost thirty minutes of this, Traci guided them both over to where the pool filter pump was jetting an output of water from the side of the pool. Positioning them both a safe distance from the intense jet, she opened her own legs wide and felt the tendrils of pulsed jets of water on the back of her ass and on her pussy, now fully swollen from her own arousal from touching Heather's voluptuous body. As her own orgasm began a slow approach, she moved Heather's legs wider apart and pulled her gently toward her, parting her tight pussy with two fingers and moving them deeply inside the hot confines, her trapped cum seeping past them as she worked them in and out of Heather. She kept one hand under Heather's butt and gently guided her back and forth onto her fingers, fucking her on her hand, gradually adding a third finger. Heather felt the pulses of water touching her ass and pussy as Traci moved her around. Almost in a sort of sexual trance at this point, she felt the silky touch of Traci's hand grip her ass and begin to move her back and forth, and then two fingers slide inside her tight pussy and she began to quiver in the water from the rapid buildup to orgasm. As another finger slid in, she came with a great shudder, a wave of white hot heat filled her thighs and spread up her stomach, then to her chest and face, and finally, she was floating in a cushion of heat from the orgasm that seemed to last forever. Traci continued to stroke her pussy and clit and the fire started again and she moaned into the night air. Traci was soooooo good at fucking her. She wanted her to fuck her forever. Make this last forever. Silky skin. Cool air, hard nipples, tight pussy. Forever. At that moment, she had never before let go some completely to her own desires and sensations. She was Traci's to do with as she pleased. Completely. As she finally came down from her intense arousal, she weakly regained her legs and they hugged. Heather led her to the deeper end of the pool and forced her to swim back to the deepest end, just under the diving board. And they kissed as they tread water slowly. Then, Heather took a very deep breath, and simply slid down underwater, using Traci's ample figure for hand holds, sliding her fingers between Traci's legs and sinking down in front of her pussy, she moved Traci's legs far apart and pressed her lips and tongue into Traci's tight pussy, parting the lips with her tongue. Compared to the cool water, the hot tongue felt like a fire brand as it entered her welcoming pussy, and Traci gasped out, "God, yes, fuck me with your tongue. Make me cum. Oh, Oh, Yes. Ohhhh..." She tried to concentrate on treading water, but was rapidly approaching her long delayed orgasm. Heather surfaced to get air, and they kissed again. Traci held her close with one hand. "Eat me, honey. It is unbelievably good. Do me. I need you to do me so bad." Heather slid under and again she began to savage the now swollen clit with her tongue. Her wonderful fan of hair moved around Traci's stomach and ass and was adding to the tingling rapidly racing through Traci's nervous system. Traci was now quivering and trembling and having trouble keeping her head above water. Heather took one last big gulp of air and this time, as her tongue slid deep into her pussy, then up to her clit, Traci came with a groan and slid under water with Heather still at work between her legs. Only the desperate need for air forced them both to the surface where they hung on the side of the pool hugging each other. And they repeated the events, only this time Traci floated and Heather did her in the end, and Traci ate her in the deep end and Heather came so hard she almost passed out underwater. Satiated for the moment, with their arms around each other's waist, they left the pool and began to dry off with some towels Traci had brought out. They carefully wiped each other dry, and pulled the towels tight around each other and twisted them to stay above their ample bosoms. Heather spoke first. "Where did you learn that trick? It was fantastic. I loved it." "Not telling you. I have to have some secrets, after all. And you, with that underwater tongue job, I couldn't believe I'd actually orgasm, but I sure did. I thought I'd drown, and didn't care!" They both laughed. "Mom and Dad are coming down next Saturday and want you to join us for dinner. Mom is calling us a couple now and wants to meet my lover." Heather was looking at Traci from the corner of her eyes to gauge her reaction. "That sounds very nice. I'd love to meet them face to face. I suppose she told you I called to let them know where you were?" "Yeah. You are a worry wort. But, something did happen at the beach I need to talk to you about. Maybe later this week." "OK. We need to get cleaned up and head back. I have classes to teach and you, you have to listen to me! At least one of us should be awake. There are showers in the back of the house and the door is open." Heather was relieved the Traci was so relaxed about her parents. Yes, she was her lover. Not just some casual sex thing, but, a real relationship. She stood there looking a Traci and leaned forward and kissed her hard. "We are lovers, aren't we?" "I should hope so, or else I'm in love with the wrong person." Traci said smiling, and she kissed Heather back. And Heather reached out and snatched the towel off Traci and turned and raced for the showers. Traci gave a whoop and chased after her, laughing. And they were still laughing as they soaped each other up and began that magical dance of fingers on breasts and pussies that brought them off again and again with such relaxed ease. Maybe nobody would be awake in class. Who cared? ------- Chapter 21 Today would be a long one, as Heather stretched in bed before heading to the bathroom. Naked as always, she lay there and ran her hands up her sides and under her large, erect breasts and pushed a pink nipple up to her mouth. Leaning her head down, she pulled it firmly into her mouth and pulled on it hard and it immediately erected under the practiced guidance of her tongue. Pinning the now very long nipple to the roof of her mouth with her tongue, she bit down gently until the flesh of her breast was trapped in her mouth, and withdrew her hand from supporting the breast. The increased pressure and pulling sensation on her breast and nipple started a steady stream of sparks to her pussy and she felt herself get moist. The rapid arousal always worked when she needed to get there fast, and she groaned from the wave of pleasure in her belly. Then, she repeated the action with the other breast, this time, as she released it to hang from her mouth, she pulled at the other nipple, twisting it slowly back and forth, and applying pressure under the nipple with a firm thumb and index finger and groaned even louder. She often wondered if the landlady overheard her making noise when she masturbated, but generally didn't care. Her cunt was now liquid and on fire from the stimulation of her chest, and a hand went to her mons and began to stoke it and press downward against the heavenly swelling between her legs. In only seconds, her clit appeared between her puffy and opening lips and stood erect for her fingernail to gently tease. In only seconds, the first orgasm built up in her loins and with a grunt and a spasm that shook the entire bed, her butt drove down violently into the mattress and then jerked back up against the waiting finger. And again. And then, yet again. Finally, sweating lightly from the very rapid repetition of orgasms, and with her heart still beating hard, she let herself calm down and then swung her feet onto the floor and walked to the john, a thin trickle of cum wetting her thigh. In the shower, she ran the day's schedule through her head over again and washed quickly, taking time to bring herself off twice more, just for good measure. Good measure, because she knew it would be the last time she was going to be able to do anything at all sexual with anybody, or to herself until her guests left on Sunday. The early morning masturbation, while not at all uncommon for her, was especially necessary in a vain attempt to cool her erotic ardor a bit, at least for today. Tomorrow would be a challenge. Jumping into a pair of old jeans cutoffs, with threads hanging down (they tickled her legs, a definite BIG turnon as she walked), a mistake today, but she forgot that for the moment as she pulled a sleeveless light sweater over her now bra encased breasts. The nipples still tingled from her teeth and she rubbed them hard with her palms to try to get them to settle down, which they slowly did. Her body had a sense memory like nothing she could imagine. Even now, twenty minutes later, she could feel her fingernail on her clit almost as if she was still arousing herself. Damn. Body, settle down and give me a break! At least for the next couple of days. No Traci. Or anybody else. Her cousins were coming for a college visit and interviews. Well, actually, her second cousin Tami and two of her high school girl friends, Gina and Chloe. Heather's Mother had called on Wednesday night to ask if they could stay with her at the apartment for the weekend, pick them up at the train station and drop them off, and generally watch over them for the weekend and show them the campus. Unable to say no, she agreed, even though the homework was piling up already, even though school was only into the second week of the Junior year. And Traci. Traci, her dear sweet luscious lover, and, art professor, was the worst! Her class assignments were many, tough, and demanding. Traci had warned her that if anything, their relationship would mean that she would be harder on Traci than anyone else her classes so that if anyone found out about their being lovers, they couldn't find and trace of favoritism. Well, that was for certain. They had only had time to see each other once aside from the dinner with her parents, which had gone very well. After all these years of worrying about how to handle her sexual orientation with them, it all seemed to just fall into place. She knew they were exceptional parents. She never felt so loved. And she and Traci would not see each other this weekend because of Heather's commitments. Heather missed her, and wondered if they could get back to the pool before the Summer ended and it would be too cold to float and... Her Mother had made a very big deal out of warning her that her cousin and friends, whom Heather hardly knew, except from a family reunion picnic many years before, came from a very conservative branch of the family from a very small town in the mid-west who were very religious. Heather had to be careful to protect them and not do anything that would go against their beliefs. She assured her Mom that she understood and would send them home unsullied. It would be the same as if they had come to live in a monastery. They had both laughed, but when Heather had hung up, she knew it would be tough. First, she had a female lover, who would be interviewing the girls! Second, the school was anything but an innocent place, with mixed sex dorms, heavy weekend drinking and partying, and minimal supervision by the school officials. Having been sixteen only four years previously, she remembered quite clearly how hot to trot she had been, and most of her friends at that age. Ready to bust out and experiment. And now, away from home, she expected that her firm hand and restrictions were not going to go down well at all. No, definitely, not well at all. Her classes finished at three o'clock, right on schedule and she made a beeline for her apartment to change. Keeping an eye on the clock, she changed into a pair of loose slacks, a heavy, thick fabric bra that flattened her breasts somewhat and definitely hid her erotic nipples, and then a blouse that was almost baggy and her ample bosom line all but disappeared. Welcome back to high school she thought. She kept on the G-string panties just to feel good under her disguise. Scrubbing all the makeup off her face, she pulled her hair back and put it into a bun and pinned it. There, she thought. Put a habit on me and I'm all set for the nunnery! The pressure of the tight bra pulling her breasts hard against her ribs actually felt quit good, and her tingling pussy made a liar out of her even as she had the thought. Yeah, right. She headed for the train station, and even with a heavy foot on the accelerator, she was ten minutes late parking. She rushed into the station, and found the platform the train came in on and was relieved to see that Amtrak was late again, and relaxed a moment. She reached the platform just as the train rolled in and she stood up by the engine, not wanting to miss the kids as they came off the train. Many people got off, and then she spotted them near the last car, far down the platform. It was hard to miss this group. Each had on a small hat with a ribbon, a simple, shapeless dress that came to the knees, white anklet socks and white flats. They even had on white gloves! A purse was hanging from one shoulder and they carried something in one hand, but at this distance, she couldn't make out what it was. She tried to guess who was who, but her distant memory from the picnic long ago wasn't of much use. They walked slowly toward her and she noticed that the tallest girl, about her own height, was a blond with long straight hair, like it was ironed straight. She walked in the lead and guessed she must be Tami. Very cute from here. To her left walked a brunette with short hair, almost bouncing along. And to her right and slightly to behind the two others was a very dark haired girl who was two inches or so shorter than Tami, her hair cut in a nice blunt cut at the top of the shoulders, nicely framing her very pretty face. But what made her stand out was the fluid, almost slinky way she walked, gliding along the platform. It was a sexy walk that oozed of erotic intent and Heather felt herself go damp just allowing herself watch her flow toward her. Get a grip girl! Here they are! "Are you Tami? HI! I'm your cousin Heather." "HI!" They hugged briefly. Tami introduced her to Gina, the brunette, who said hi and shook her hand and then to Chloe, who, to Heather's surprise, floated over to her and gave her a very intimate hug and a kiss on the cheek. In just those few seconds, she could feel two very firm, large breasts press into her ribs just under her own. This girl was built, but the dress gave almost no clue to the curves underneath, hidden in all the frills. As Chloe stepped back, found it difficult to stop looking into the girl's liquid brown bedroom eyes, her gaze locked unblinkingly with Heather's. Finally, Heather broke the moment and said, "Well, welcome to our town and my college! I hope you like it here. We'll go back to my apartment and let you get settled, then go to the college eating hall and have dinner so you can see the crowd. Then, we'll play it by ear, OK?" "Great! We can pick up our bags upstairs at the baggage claim area." As they turned to go, Heather realized that the girls were each carrying a small leather bound Bible in their gloved hands. It was a scene from Anne of Green Gables and she almost started laughing. She led the way and soon had their luggage in the trunk of the car and they were soon in her apartment. As the girls spread their things out in the extra bedroom, Tami came in and handed her an envelop. "Mother said I was to give this to you as soon as we arrived. I forgot at the train station, I was so excited to be here." Heather took it from her hand and looked up at a worried face. "Don't worry. I wouldn't have read it there anyway. Go settle in and we'll get something to eat." As she left, Heather tore open the envelop and rapidly scanned the contents, written in a tight, neat feminine hand. "Dear Heather, Thank you so much for agreeing to take in the girls on such short notice. I know you will have much to do in a short time, but I want you to remember that we have raised Tami (and the other parents are in agreement on this) in a strict upbringing much more restrictive than your own. Please respect my wishes and apply my rules in deciding what is allowable and not your own. I have confidence that we can count on you completely. 1. The girls have a 9PM curfew at night, with no exceptions. This includes bathing and prayers. 2. They are to read their Bible's for ten minutes each morning and evening. 3. They are not allowed to consume alcohol in any quantity, or any other drugs. 4. Under no circumstances are they allowed to go out on a date with a boy unless you chaperone them, and have them in by the curfew time. 5. Tami has a slight sleep walking problem right now. Chloe is fully aware of the problem, the treatment that Tami has been getting, and how to handle things if the problem should occur during their visit. Under no circumstances talk to Tami about this, only Chloe, as Tami is not fully aware of the problem. I do not expect any problems, however, as she has been much better as of late. Good luck and I hope to meet you one of these days. Thank you again for kind assistance. Signed, Linda Greer" WOW! The kids DO live in nunnery! 9 PM curfew? Is she kidding? And sleep walking? Well, I have to do this or everyone will get into hot water. She went over to the doorway and motioned for Chloe to come over. Again, Heather was intrigued at the fluid way she moved. Never in a hurry, just unbelievably graceful. It was very sexy. "Yes?" "Can you come in a minute? And close the door a bit? Thanks. Come here and sit on the bed. Tell me about Tami and the sleepwalking." "Oh, her Mother mentioned that? Well, it's quite embarrassing for her. About six months ago, she just started getting up at night and walking around the house. One night, she got everyone else out of bed, got them downstairs and in a circle on the floor and had them singing songs and holding hands for hours, then they all went back to bed. She didn't remember it at all the next day. She did other things like that. Once they woke her up and she freaked out, so they took her to the doctor's and he advised that she should come in for treatments immediately. He told us that if she does walk in her sleep, under no circumstances should we wake her up, and if she wants things done, we should do them to keep her happy, no matter what they are. But, we needn't worry, I don't think. She hasn't done it for weeks now and the Doctor thinks she might be over it. I'm sure Tami's Mom only mentioned it so if it happened you'd know what to do. Anyway, I know all about it and I'll help if it happens." Heather was just falling into this girls voice. Soft, slow speaking, it was a melodious sexy voice that pulled you into it and made you want to have her just keep talking to you. That and her deep brown eyes were getting Heather all aroused. She finally broke free from the spell with an effort and they stood up. "Thanks, Chloe. Not a problem to worry about. Let's get some eats!" Even as she said it, her eyes fell down to the front of Chloe's dress, trying to see the full tits she knew lurked there, but was defeated by the simple lines of the fabric that showed her nothing. She glanced up and Chloe was looking directly at her, a slight smile on her lips. Finally, she broke eye contact and they walked out of the room together. After dinner, Heather and the girls walked all over the campus and at eight thirty headed back for the apartment. Heather noticed that they made no protest at the early end to the evening. In the apartment, they cleaned up and changed into night clothes, totally baggy night gowns that covered their bodies from the neck down to their toes. While Heather studied, they read from their Bibles, said prayers on their knees and then, gave Heather a kiss on the cheek and walked back to the other room to go to bed. Chloe waited till last and came over and stood by Heather for a moment, looking down at her from hooded eyes, holding her gaze unblinkingly. Then, she leaned down and gave Heather a kiss full on the mouth, holding it just a moment longer than a friendly kiss required, then stood up, still holding Heather's eyes with her own. Heather's heart started to race and she felt her pussy go wet. Damn! What the hell was that? Where did that come from? She's just being friendly, calm down. She's a kid from a farm and she reads her Bible all the time. But her pussy was screaming that this girl wanted her, and she knew her pussy was never wrong. Oh, shit. I hope she doesn't try anything. I don't think I'll be able to keep my hands off her and then we'll really have a stink. And Chloe retired and pulled the door shut behind her. Leaving Heather tight-chested and breathing hard. Finally, she was able to get back to studying and it was almost midnight when she slipped into the bathroom and changed into a pair of flannel PJ's and slid between the sheets. God, flannel, of all things. What we don't do to keep the relatives happy. And then, she slept. And awoke the next day with the sun well up and a knock on the door asking if she was awake. They cleaned up in the bathroom one at a time, and Heather could see them dressing through the open doorway. Nothing remarkable, just white panties and cotton bras, with loose sweaters and skirts of neutral colors. Until Chloe, who looked over at Heather to make sure she was watching, then slowly removed her nightgown and let Heather see her full figure. High breasted, with large brown nipples, a very narrow waist, and then full hips, with long legs capped with a very prominent mons with neatly trimmed bush. Still facing Heather, who couldn't take her eyes off her, she pulled on a pair of bright blue satin low cut panties that eased into the joints of her thighs and framed her pussy like a mould, her slit clearly outlined by the fabric. She took more time than necessary to adjust the top, pulling the elastic away from her hard, flat stomach and running a finger along the skin several times very slowly. The bra was a matching fabric and she took even longer easing her firm breasts into the cups and adjusting the fit, her fingers lingering on her nipples and teasing them to hardness. When she was done, she reached around back and snapped the clasp, her now tight nipples thrusting out at Heather, the fabric becoming almost a second skin. A deep cleavage resulted, inviting eyes, fingers, and tongues to enjoy. Chloe again locked eyes with Heather and Heather felt her knees getting weak. Damn, this girl was trying to seduce her, she was sure. And she was having her doubts about them being simple country girls. At least Chloe... Turning away at last, Chloe too slipped on a shapeless blouse and skirt, which in seconds hid her voluptous figure from view. It was some minutes before Heather's heart slowed down and she felt able to take them over to breakfast, then through the day's interviews. Heather decided it certainly wasn't her imagination that Chloe was interested in her after about the tenth time Chloe found an opportunity to put her hand on Heather's arm, or in the small of her back, and left it there for a few seconds each time, applying the smallest amount of pressure. And walking around with her, watching her movements was a torment of sexual innuendo. It did not matter how much she tried to ignore it all, but Heather found herself deeply aroused by the end of the day, and several times tried to figure out how she could follow up on this, but no opportunity presented itself and each time she chided herself for even thinking about it. The girl's face, eyes, voice, and motions were almost hypnotic and erotic in the extreme. After dinner, they walked around again and finally, tired, went back to the apartment and they had an almost exact repeat of the activities of the night before. And again, Chloe waited till last to kiss her goodnight. Heather planned to turn and present a cheek, but Chloe had placed a hand under her jaw as she leaned down and tilted Heather's head up to her and she again kissed her very fully on the mouth, her lips very moist. And, just before they broke, Heather felt an electric thrill go through her as she felt Chloe's tongue trace the outline of her lips briefly, but distinctly. Heather reached out and held the girl's hands, and stood up and looked down into her eyes. "I know what you want. You have to understand that we just can't." Even as she was saying it, every nerve in her pussy was screaming fuck her, fuck her. "It wouldn't be right. Your friends and parents would never understand and you would go home with your life a big mess." Heather paused. "You are the one of the sexiest people I've ever met and I would have you in my bed in a second if things were different. But they are what they are. Please understand and don't make things hard for either of us." Chloe just looked into her gaze. "Do you have a lover?" "Chloe, we can't..." "Do you?" It was soft, almost a whisper. "Yes, I do. She's wonderful for me. You have to find someone at home. It can't be me, now, here. It will just be a problem for both of us." "It's too hard at home. Nobody's like me at home. They all are after boys." It was a sad, disappointed voice. Forlorn. Heather lifted her chin up and told her, "You are wrong. There are others, all around you. You let me know what you wanted and I got the message. And if they don't get the message, you try with others you are attracted to. Just remember, you are not alone. You just are growing up right now in a way that makes it harder. Not impossible." "You really think that?" "Yes, absolutely. You feelings are completely valid. Trust them. And be patient. You will find the right person someday." Finally, Chloe left the room and Heather realized she was wet between the legs from being so near this girl. God, she WAS sexy. This was going to be a long night for them both. Traci, where are you when I need you? She was very tempted to just get off a quick one right then, but pulled her hand back as it reached the top of her slacks. No. It would shock these kids if they caught her. Frustrated, she forced herself to sit at her desk. It was even harder to study this evening, but she pushed and even started writing a paper. Midnight was showing on the clock when she brushed her teeth and hair, put on the ridiculous PJ's, and lay down. She was laying there with her eyes just closed, when she heard the door handle turn and she looked up to find Tami entering the bedroom. "Tami, you can turn on the light so you can find your way to the bathroom if you want." Heather spoke softly just in case the others were already asleep. Tami just came over and stood next to the bed for several minutes. Heather just watched her, wondering what was going on. Finally, Tami said, "I feel hot and need to take some clothes off." And she peeled off the flannel nightgown from the bottom. She had a very well developed woman's body, with light brown pubic hair, flowing hips and small breasts tipped with very dark brown, small nipples. Heather was amazed and before she could object, she felt the bed shake and suddenly Chloe's voice was in her ear. "She's asleep. Just go along. She's never taken off her clothes before. That's really a new one." Heather was already starting to feel even more aroused from the sight of the young girl in front of her and Chloe's sexy voice in her ear, so close. She could feel the heat from the girl's bodies wash over her own and her excitement grew more. Oh, God, she thought, this is not happening. That familiar and oh so pleasurable feeling of lust began to pull at her pussy and nipples. Tami spoke again, gently, almost a whisper. "My breasts itch and I need someone to rub them." Heather whispered, "Who is she talking to? Are we supposed to start fondling her chest? This is ridiculous..." Even as she said it, mostly for show, she wanted to reach out and do it. Tami spoke again, with louder, with anger in her voice, getting upset, "Someone needs to rub my chest, now!" Heather eagerly reached up and began to rub the young breasts firmly. The nipples went hard immediately under her palms and her own heart began to beat faster. She spotted Gina in the doorway out of the corner of her eye, watching with her mouth open. "Gina. Gina! Get in here and be quiet. She's asleep and doesn't know what she's doing. Stop looking so shocked and be quiet." Tami was running the show now. And Heather listened to her. After all, she was supposed to be the expert on what to do when Tami was like this. How far would this go? Heather kept rubbing and Tami was getting a very dream-like look on her face. "That's very nice. I'm getting horny from that and I like it. Oh, my puss is wet! You can't stop me from saying my puss is wet. My puss is wet." Almost a sing-song. After repeating the little sing-song litany for a while, Tami broke in with, "I want to see everybody naked like me. I want everyone to get horny like me. I want everyone's puss to be wet, like me." Immediately Gina began to complain loudly. "I'm not doing this. It's disgusting! She..." Chloe smacked her and whispered harshly, "Will you shut up and get that gown off. She doesn't know what she is doing. Nobody here cares if your pussy gets wet. Get the damn thing off. Now." Heather was amazed at the confident strength in the girl's voice. Gina appeared shocked at the slap and the language she was hearing. "I'm gonna tell your mom..." But even as she complained, she was reaching down for the hem of her nightgown. "Nothing. We'll all get beat if you tell, you know that. We've all been swimming naked before. Just strip." Hesitantly, Gina pulled her gown off and stood shaking, covering her nice pert breasts with one arm and holding a hand over her light brown mons with the other. "Jesus, like I haven't seen you before. Heather, we need to get your stuff off. Here lift your hips and I'll slide down the pants. And the top, oh, buttons in the front." She leaned forward and reached from behind and Heather felt the girl's very firm, full breasts press into her back. Their heat was evident instantly even through the flannel. Chloe must already have stripped off. Heather realized she was breathing hard and the touch of Chloe was driving her crazy. And that voice, in her ear, almost hypnotic... Chloe was working the buttons very slowly, rubbing her wrists and inner arms over as much of Heather's tits as possible while she worked. Finally, she pulled the flannel off Heather one arm at a time, while Heather continued to rub Tami's chest with hardly a break in contact. Now they were all naked. And Heather gasped when Chloe moved back against her back and pressed herself against her and began to pinch and pull on Heather's nipples. "Chloe, she didn't say..." It was a whisper that Gina couldn't hear. "I know. But Gina didn't hear her and I know you like it. It's our chance to be together." Her hands had Heather's chest turning to molten lava under the skin and her cunt had long since gone fully wet. Heather didn't even try to protest further. The absurd situation continued for almost another minute. Heather was in a growing state of need to be fucked. By anyone. Tami began to speak. "My puss is very wet and I need to have it finger fucked. Gina, rub my chest while Heather puts a finger in me." Gina looked stunned by this command. She was already completely amazed at all the other activity and now responded almost as a robot would and before she could believe it, she had moved over, eased Heather's hands out of the way and began to fondle her friend's breasts. And found she liked the way they felt in her hands. They were hot and she could feel Tami shiver when she pinched the nipples as she had seen Heather doing. She pinched a bit harder and Tami began to breath very hard and give out little whimpers. She eased up some, afraid she'd wake the girl. Relieved of tit rubbing duty, Heather reached down and put a finger slowly into Tami's cunt and found it completely soaked and cum started running down the back of her hand almost immediately, dripping onto the carpet. She needed a finger in her own cunt so badly. "We have to get her on the bed. She's dripping and will ruin the carpets. Tami, why don't you lay on the bed, dear. You are so sexy with your puss wet and your chest being rubbed. Don't you want to lay down?" She took a bit to answer, and spoke as from a distance. "Yes, the bed sounds nice. We should all be on the bed, and each have a finger in our puss. That would be nice." Heather continued to insert her single digit and Tami moved past her and lay down, legs spread. Gina had to move over to the other side of the bed and reach down past Tami's head to grip her breasts and continue her activity. Tami just reached up and put a hand between Gina's legs and Gina gave a yelp as a finger slid up inside her. Now highly aroused, Gina found she wanted to protest but it died in her throat, the yelp giving way to a low groan. Whatever inhibitions she had had were falling away. Chloe moved next to Heather on the bed and swung her feet so she was laying just opposite to Heather, with her head at Heather's feet. Without any delay, she reached into Heather's crotch and began to finger Heather's now swimming pussy. Tami said again. "We should all have a finger in our wet puss now. There, isn't that nice." Heather was breathing hard. She could feel the tightening in her thighs already as the pressure in her lower groin grew from arousal. Chloe might be from the back woods, but she knew where to touch her. "Chloe, we can't keep this up. We should wake her. This is going too far." "No, we can't. It's not so bad, is it. I mean, we'll never tell and we can't risk her freaking out if she woke up and saw all this. It would be too great a shock." Her voice was thick with lust. She took Heather's hand a guided a finger into her thick black mat of hair and into her own pussy as far as it would go and gave a loud groan of pleasure in response. Heather gave up trying to make any pretense of being in some sort of control or stopping this and gave her body to Chloe's busy fingers. In return, she inserted a second, then a third into Chloe and the girl began to hump and cry out from the now intense sensations. Gina was beginning to babble sweet nothings as she approached an orgasm in a rush that had her young body stiffening to meet the explosion, which took her several seconds later. Her beasts shook and bounced and her hips bucked again and again and now Tami had four fingers buried in her virgin pussy and she came again rapidly behind the first. Heather was frustrated because Chloe had stopped fingering her when she orgasmed and now lay breathing hard next to Heather. Tami was also very hot by now and Heather broke through her own heavy layer of excitement and concentrated on Tami's pussy, and, with expert fingers, found the girl's clit and stroked it with a fingernail. Tami jerked and gasped as she came hard. And then the bed was still for a few minutes as they all lay there coming down from their arousal. Heather was sure this would be the end of this weird session, but Tami surprised her. Without a word being spoken, Tami sat up and straddled Heather's chest with a knee on either side of Heather's head, presenting her pussy to Heather's mouth. "Eat me, dear cousin, eat the cum right out of me. And Chloe should eat you as your reward. Dear Gina can watch us and finger herself." Heather began to lap at the wet, swollen pussy, pulling the lips into her mouth and running her tongue under each fold from top to bottom, sucking and pulling. Then, she inserted her tongue into the flowing hole and a flood of cum poured out into her waiting mouth as she swallowed as much as possible. Her cousin tasted wonderful, and she tongued her with wild abandon and Tami immediately began to grind down onto her mouth as hard as possible. Chloe wasted no time pulling Heather's legs over her shoulders and resting Heather's heels in the small of her back as she lowered her head and began to lick and suck on Heather. The engorged, extra long clit she found there was fascinating to her, having never heard of or seen a woman this big, and she thrilled to the spasms and thrusts from Heather's hips each time she licked or tickled the long bud with her tongue or lips. Having never tasted another woman before, she was amazed at how much she liked the flavor and how it saturated her palette and made her want more. Her tongue went in deeper and deeper and Heather's pussy rewarded her with a flood of cum. Heather was almost crazy with lust at this point as Chloe's eager feasting at her pussy sent chills up and down her spine and her body jerked up and down involuntarily as her lower parts went into overdrive. Tami started to groan very loudly and came, her pussy gripping Heather's tongue tightly again and again, and she released a large flow of cum into Heather's mouth. Heather continue to eat her, almost unaware of Tami's condition as she herself went over the edge and a flame of heat filled her pussy and she came into Chloe's mouth. Long moments later, Chloe raised her head and slid up Heather's body and began to suck on her tender nipples, now very, very erect and tight from her post orgasm reaction. Heather gasped but Tami still pressed down on her mouth, and she continued to suck her off until Tami came again, this time with a loud shout that startled them all. Tami finally climbed off Heather and stood by the bed with a glazed look on her face, which was flushed red from her orgasm, still breathing hard. Her thighs were glistening wet from the cum still running out of her pussy. Chloe continued to lick Heather's beautiful mounds, ending each lick at the top of the nipple, then going down the other side and around underneath. Heather was responding, but also was aware they needed to be quiet of the landlady would be pounding on the door asking what was going on in there. She rolled Chloe over on her back and sucked on Chloe, licking her way down to Chloe's cum slick cunt, then plunged right in and began to bring her off. Finding the bud of her clit, she rubbed it hard with her tongue and Chloe grunted, groaned, gasped, gave a great shiver and her back bent in a bow. In seconds, she came very hard, blacking out at it's peak. As Heather lifted her head, Gina was standing, finger in her own pussy, staring, eyes wide. "Gina, would you like me to do you too?" Heather said softly. Gina stared at her, and slowly nodded her head yes. Heather left the bed and knelt before her and pulled the girl's pussy to her face with her hands around the firm globes of the girl's ass and began to lick her gently. Gina's knees began to wobble and she came almost immediately. Heather held her tight and continued to probe with her tongue and Gina came again with a deep groan, placing both her hands behind Heather's head and pulling her tight to her cunt. Just as Heather was regaining her feet, Tami walked out of the room and went back to her bed and lay down. Heather realized that she was going back to sleep and quickly, the three girls grabbed her night gown and got it on her as she lay there, then covered her up. They then put back on their own night clothes, and stood, exhausted, embarrassed, excited, confused. "Look, we all know Tami will not remember this ever happened. We just did what the Dr. ordered us to do, even if it was a bit, let's just say, extreme?" Heather was trying to ease out of this unplanned orgy. "Can we all just agree that we had to do what we had to do and try to forget it too?" Chloe chimed in, "I think that is the best thing to do. Nobody got hurt, and we can't tell anybody anyway. Let's just go to bed and get some sleep and forget it, OK Gina?" Gina took a deep breath. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but that was the most beautiful thing that ever happened to me. I'm not going to talk about it, but I'll never forget it either." And she turned to go to bed. Chloe hung back and looked at Heather. She whispered, "I won't forget it either." And gave Heather a kiss and she too went to bed. Heather lay in bed a long time wondering how the hell this had all happened so fast, and so unexpectedly. No easy answers came to mind, and the next thing she knew, there was a knock on the door and she got up to get ready for church. At church, she kept being amazed at how lovely and innocent these three girls looked in their gloves and very conservative dresses. Just amazing. Later at the train station platform, just as they were boarding the train, Chloe boarded last and handed Heather an envelope and said, "Please don't be mad at us." And the train began to move. Back in her car, she looked at the envelop and it was addressed to her, but had been opened. "Dear Heather, Thank you for taking these kids on such short notice. Given the scandal they have caused with the assistant phys-ed teacher last week on a class trip, we had to get them out of town somehow and making this a college hunting trip was as good a cover as any. They are not the sweet innocent kids they will lead you to believe. Keep and eye on them every second and don't believe a word they tell you. My daughter is the ring leader, so she'll try to pull something. With the phys-ed teacher, it was some cock and bull about a sleep disorder and how Tami couldn't be awakened, not matter what she told everyone to do in her sleep. They had the poor woman (well, I think she's bi- at least and probably enjoyed the hell out of it) tied to the posts of the bed spread eagled and were having oral sex with her when the principal walked in and found this mess. Now, what SHE was doing in the woman's bedroom at 3:30AM hasn't been explained as yet, but we can probably guess. Trouble with that is, the principal is married and we have that scandal to work out as well. Remember, trust them not one inch. Hopefully by the time they get back, the town will have settled down. These damn small towns are a bitch when you have something like this happen. Good luck. You'll need it. Signed, You Loving Aunt Linda (Greer)" Another small slip of paper fell out of the first. Heather read: "Heather, I know what we did was wrong, but we were just having fun. You were so nice to us. I want you to know it was VERY special for me, even if we lied and played such a stupid game. It was Tami's idea to substitute letters. I thought it would be a kick, too. Gina went along, but after the phys-ed teacher deal, was pretty scared to do it again. Please don't hate me. I really do like girls better than guys and am very frustrated and confused right now about it all. You helped me a lot." Chloe (here's my address and phone if you want to yell at me!) Heather sat in the car and laughed till she cried. What a prank! Her pussy was still damp from all the action the night before. Back in her room, she continued to think about the girls and then made a decision. Pulling out some writing paper, she wrote: "Dear Aunt Linda, The girls just left and I want to report they were on their very best behavior the entire time and the weekend went very smoothly as far as the type of thing you warned me about. However, I must tell you that I failed to get them set up for all the proper interviews and, if at all possible, they will have return soon to complete them. I realize this might be a big inconvenience for you all and I'm really sorry. I would love to have them visit me again and this time we'll get them to see everybody. I hope things on your end are a bit quieter now, if you know what I mean. Please let me know when the girls can come back to take care of this unfinished business. Sincerely, Heather" Pulling out another piece of paper, she wrote: "Dearest Chloe, The memory of your hands, fingers and tongue on my body has me still tingling with anticipation for a repeat. Of course I don't hate you. I laughed so hard I almost split my side. I have written to Mrs. Greer asking that you all return for more interviews to make up those missed because of the short notice of the first trip. I think it is time that Tami got a taste of her own medicine, don't you? Now, you must let Gina know what to do and say and I know I can rely on you to arrange that for me, as I don't have her address. Now, here is the plan..." And as she wrote, her left hand found her right nipple and began to stroke it. She was grinning from ear to ear. And her pussy was wet. A taste of her own medicine. Yes, she certainly would get a lot to taste. ------- Chapter 22 Heather sat at the breakfast table in the open space dining area of the San Francisco hotel and picked at her breakfast. The last minute trip out here from school with Traci to the art conference was tiring and they had gotten in late last night. With only a three day stay, they had full schedules and Traci wanted Heather to be sure to take in as much as possible to begin learning the business side of art. Traci was sure Heather had the talent to be a very successful artist, but she needed to understand the business as well, so, when the college agreed to fund her trip, she included Heather as a participant. Undoubtedly the President of the school and department head had thought she would bring another faculty member, but it was her choice. "Hey, a bit down today?" Traci inquired as she scanned her daily schedule again. "Just tired from the flight and lack of sleep, I guess. And you didn't help with that surprise licking you gave me just as I was drifting off. You know I can't push you away when you do that." Heather was smiling at the thought of Traci's warm tongue licking the inside of her thighs until she had begged Traci to finish her off with her tongue. The woman had the tongue of a serpent and proved it every time they kissed or she went down on Heather. "I distinctly didn't hear any complaining last night, you little sex fiend. And you gave me back as good as you got, if I remember the events clearly." Traci arched one eyebrow in mock surprise and then they both laughed. When they were together, it didn't take long for the sexual sparks to fly between them and their mutual arousal move them to steal away and get each other off. "No, not a complaint. Just the facts. Not enough sleep. And, knowing us, we're not going to get any the rest of the weekend, either. And you assigned us a test on Tuesday! How am I supposed to study for that when I keep finding stray fingers in my pussy, or up my ass and your hot mouth on my nipples? You know that drives me crazy." "And it improves your concentration. I remember you told me that you get A's on every test you study for if you have sex when in the middle of preparing. I can't cheat for you, and I can't treat your work any different than any other student, so, I take the only course open to me and fuck your brains out at every opportunity." Heather was laughing now and noticed the woman at the next table was clearly trying to listen to their conversation. Their voices had been low, but they must have been loud enough to gain their neighbour's attention. She wondered for a moment if the woman was interested or shocked. She discretely signalled Traci and they went over their schedules, which, as luck would have it, were different and they wouldn't see each other till dinner. Finally gulping one last swallow of coffee, they squeezed each others' hands under the table and said 'bye and headed off. Heather settled into the large lecture hall amid the hundreds of other conference participants and waited. Just before the lights went down, a very striking, tall, trim, ash blonde with an alabaster white complexion and bright red lips and long red fingernails, came down the isle and took a seat one row in front of Heather, catching Heather's eye. She smiled at her briefly as she found a seat and sat, stretching her long legs out, then casually crossing them. Even from five seats away, the sound of her nylons rustling as her thighs slid across each other sounded an alarm in Heather's pussy and she went suddenly wet. Jesus, she thought, Traci just screwed my brains out not three hours ago and here I'm horny already. It took all of Heather's concentration to stop looking over at this striking woman and focus on the lecture just beginning. And to make matters worse, the air conditioning was wafting the aroma of the woman's lightly scented perfume over to Heather and for some reason, it started to drive her wild. More and more, she just kept looking over at her and realized after a bit that the blonde hair was completely natural. Shoulder length, it was baby fine and very thick, rare for a blonde. Heather found herself daydreaming about running that hair through her fingers and having it fall in her face. "I wonder if her pussy hair is blond as well?" She was thinking at one point. "Get a grip. You are here with Traci and you can't be coming on to other women." She ordered herself. And finally, got back to the lecture. At the break, she followed the woman over to the coffee table and stood nearby, studying the woman discretely and finally realizing she wanted to meet this woman who was attracting her so badly. And found herself approaching her. "OK, what the hell are you going to say?" She was trembling with nerves as she approached. "Hello, I'm Heather." "Inga." There was a light Scandinavian accent. They shook hands politely. Heather felt the long nails on her wrist and electric sparks shot up her arm. The woman held her hand just a moment longer than necessary. "I... I saw you in the lecture hall and wanted so much to tell you how beautiful you are. And sexy." Inga smiled back. "Thank you. It is hard to be sexy in the morning on the schedule they give us." She was relaxed and seemed genuinely pleased at Heather's compliment. Inga continued. "I come from Iceland and we had a very long flight yesterday, so I am not at my best today, too tired." "I love your accent. I would have guessed Norway, or Sweden, and of course, your beautiful hair gives you away." "Yes, I am lucky. You are lucky with your hair..." there was a slight pause... as she boldly surveyed Heather's body, "and remarkable figure as well." Heather actually blushed. Well, contact was made, now what would happen? Inga made the move immediately, much to Heather's amazement. "Heather, you and I, would be very hot together, do you not think?" It was almost a whisper. Hell yes! "I was hot the first time I saw you an hour ago. Now, standing here, I'm very horny for you." There. Heather was in a spin. Now what, just jump each other in the lobby? It was moving so fast. Inga moved closer in the crowd of people, very noisy around them, and reached out an index finger and slowly brushed a wisp of Heather's hair back behind her ear, and let the finger nail trail slowly over her cheek and down to her full lips, lightly running the nail over each lip several times, and finally slipping the nail and very tip of her finger into Heather's mouth. By the time the nail penetrated her red pursed lips, Heather was shaking from the caress and was clenching her fingers involuntarily into fists to fight the waves of chills rippling from her face out across her body. She was tingling from head to foot. Inga slowly lowered her finger over Heather's chin and down the front of her neck and stopped at the top of her cleavage, finally lowering it to her side. "Yes, we would be very hot. But, we can do nothing, I'm afraid, my beautiful friend. My lover is also here and I cannot break free, even for a few minutes. We are together for every minute except this first lecture, which is now over." Heather's disappointment must have shown on her face. "Oh. Well, of course you are right. I too have a lover here. I don't know what I was thinking." "Well, I must go. I see Helga looking for me." Inga waved and caught her attention. "Heather, have fun. And think of me. I'll think of you as well." "Yes, I will. You already made me wet." "I as well. Farewell." Inga walked away toward her female friend, who was making her way slowly through the heavy crowd now headed back into the lecture hall. Ten feet away, she stopped and walked back to Heather. "Tell me your room number. I will leave my room number in your mail box at the desk if something changes and it is safe to call me. OK?" "1189. Yes, maybe things will change." "Farewell." And she was gone, only the top of her almost white hair visible in the crush, then it too was gone as she went through the doors and met Helga, now on the other side. Heather was left disappointed, and amazed at how forward she had been to just walk up and start talking. And the reaction from Inga was equally amazing. The nerves on her face, lips and neck from the trace of that nail were still tingling as she made her way to a different hall and was seated, late. The rest of the day was a blur. She found herself daydreaming about Inga, holding her, licking her, kissing her lips, nipples, Mons. And being kissed in return. By dinner time, she had to race to her room and change her underwear, which by now was beyond merely damp and was practically dripping. Traci met her at the dinner table with a big hug and they chatted all evening about the lectures. Heather felt vaguely disloyal about approaching Inga and finally, she decided to at least tell Traci about the meeting. Some of it, anyway. "I met a woman from the first group today. Inga. A beautiful ash blonde from Iceland, as it turns out." Traci didn't seem to pick up on anything. "That's nice. Is she going to be available to sit with you at any of the other sessions?" "No. As a matter of fact, she's here with a friend and they are together, so I'd be butting in on them." This time Traci was a bit quicker to pick up on things. "Oh, a woman?" "Yes. Helga, I think Inga said." "Were you attracted to Inga?" "Well, I thought she was very pretty and told her so." "And then what happened?" Heather took a deep breath and paused, looking up into Traci's calm face, "She suggested we would be a hot couple in bed." "Not letting any grass grow under her feet, is she? And is she taking you to bed with her?" "No, actually, she's not." "But you would have gone if she had asked?" "Yes." Well, that tears it, Heather thought. Traci's going to be pissed now. Why am I so honest with her all the time? "And I'm not invited?" There was that eyebrow. She's not that mad. She'd be frowning if she was mad. Or dead silent. "Traci! We're not going to do anything. At least, not unless her plans get changed, which is highly unlikely. Listen, I feel guilty enough about even thinking it, much less knowing I want to do it." "You are a free spirit my child. You know how I feel about you. And I know there will be others for you from time to time. I just cherish the time I have with you now. Maybe that's why the sex is so intense. Tomorrow, it may be gone forever." "I'm not going anywhere, Traci. You know I feel the same way about you." "Yes, you will leave. Not because you are planning to, but because that is the nature of things. Life moves on. We will move on beyond this moment. Right now I'm very lucky to have you. No, I'm not mad about Inga, or the other Inga's that come and go in your life. I'm jealous of the time they get with you, but at least right now I know you will be back. So, if Inga's plans change, go to her and enjoy her. Just don't miss the plane back or go AWOL on me. I'll have enough explaining to do when I get back as it is." "Are you sure about all this? I mean my other lovers? I don't want to hurt you." "Hush. One of these days I'll shock you and show up with an Inga, or two, on my arm and you will have to share me for a bit. Then, you'll be begging for my tongue, my dear. Let's find the evening conferences, they are almost about to start." This time, they hugged hard in public and finally broke and went their separate ways. When Traci came back to the room a bit drunk much later that evening, Heather was asleep in the bed with a text book lying open where it fell on her stomach. Traci just moved the book to the night table, kissed her lightly on the forehead and quickly undressed and slipped into bed. In seconds she was asleep as well. The next day was much the same as the first, only that evening, at long last, Heather and Traci found themselves in the room at only ten PM and they showered, and met in the middle of the bedroom of their suite in a passionate kiss and then their hands found damp pussies and within seconds, their arousal soared and they fell into a series of rapid fire orgasms, thrusting their Mons together as they came, each in turn driving the other to her next peak. The sex was hard and physical, with none of their usual preliminary cuddling or stroking. A dam broke inside each and they drove to fill their needs. Finally, they retired to the bed and at a much more leisurely pace, fucked and sucked each other until exhausted and spent. At 2 AM they finally slept in each other's arms, legs scissored together, pussies kissing and the wet from their cum slowly drying on their bellies and legs. A coolness that only emphasized the heat still pouring from their bellies and thighs. Contentment was written on their faces. The morning brought a surprise, however. Heather stopped at the front desk and was excited to spot an envelope in their room's mail slot. The desk clerk retrieved it and upon opening it, there was a short note. "Heather, dearest. Unexpectedly, Helga must return to home a day early and I am alone. If your circumstances permit, can we meet and explore each other before we depart tomorrow? Leave a note in mail slot 2387 if free. Yours (hoping) - Inga." Heather felt her heart begin to pound and she wrote a note that said simply. "Inga. Yes. Yes. Yes. My heart will not beat until I have had you. 9 PM in your suite for dinner, and then, the perfect dessert. Yours longingly, Heather." At breakfast Heather could hardly sit still, knowing what the evening would bring. Traci picked up on her antsy behaviour at once. "So, let's see, Inga must be free and you are going to see her tonight. Close?" She was smiling. "Yes. I can't believe it. We are going to have dinner in her room. Would you help me pick out what to wear? I don't want to disappoint her." "Heather, you could show up covered with mud from head to toe and be completely naked and still get her wet and make her cum before she hit the sheets. Don't you realize what an exciting woman you are to others? To me?" The last was so soft. Heather broke from her focus on Inga. "Traci, it was stupid for me to ask, after all..." "No, as a matter of fact, I bought something for you yesterday at lunch that will be perfect. But there is a price for all this consideration, tolerance and help, you realize?" Heather looked at her questioningly. "Simply, that after you two screw each other's brains out, on the plane home tomorrow, you must tell me every juicy detail, down to the last drop of cum spilled and agonized cry of climax. And then, you and I are going to join the Mile High Club." "The what?" "The club for people who have sex on an airplane in flight!" "We can't do that, I mean, with a whole plane full of people!" "In the rest room, silly. Just you and I and our wandering mouths. Deal?" Heather was intrigued. "Deal." Damn, Traci was FULL of surprises. The day dragged as she waited for the time to come and get ready. Finally, after a swim in the hotel pool to calm her nerves (and get off twice near the water jet of the pool filter system pump), she came back up to the hotel room. Traci was waiting for her. "Bath and shave." She ordered, and helped Heather out of the wet one-piece suit, marvelling as she always did at the sight of the magnificent chest of this woman, as the swaying orbs fell free from the restraining cups of the sparse suit. As soon as the air hit her nipples, they hardened from the coolness of the wet water evaporating and lengthened into the spikes of flesh that made Traci mad for them in her mouth. But she only rubbed her fingers lightly over them and pushed Heather to the bathroom. "And shampoo. No chlorine smell or you don't leave the apartment for your little evening of sin." "Got it. Correction. Going to get it!" They both giggled and the door shut and the sound of running water came from under the door as the tub filled. While Heather bathed, Traci went to her suitcase and pulled out the items she had in mind for Heather's evening. Actually, she had wanted to surprise Heather with them one evening at home, but she wanted her to have them now. At long last, the bathroom door opened and Traci went into the cloud of steam. Picking up an oversized towel, she began towelling down the long, wet hair and helping her dry her back. Hard as it was, she restrained herself from touching Heather in an overt sexual way, concentrating on her hair until it was just damp. "OK, let's brush it out and let it dry." Sitting Heather down at the vanity, she picked up a brush and began to slowly work it through the tangles and finally, the hair was free and beginning to dry. As it drying, she gently brushed it over and over and the perm began to coil the lustrous dark strands into a mass of flowing hair spilling over her other hand and arm as she guided the brush under the hair over and over to make sure it was all dry. Satisfied, she lay the brush down and Heather opened her eyes and turned and pulled Traci to her, beginning to unbutton Traci's slacks. "Hey. Wrong lover tonight!" "You know what that does to me. I have to have you." "Absolutely not. You are not going to this woman smelling like my pussy. Hands off!" And she smacked Heather's still working hands away gently. "You're being mean." "Maybe. But Inga's not going to know what hit her tonight, if I know my Heather." "Yes. I'm very horny. VERY horny." "OK, on your feet. I'm going to dress you now. Over here by the floor length mirror. OK, now, close your eyes and no peeking until I tell you. OK?" "OK. Can't I peek?" "Close them or you get smacked." "Oh, I like it rough. Smack me, please smack me!" Even as they teased each other, her eyes had closed and she stood, hands at her side, waiting for Traci to begin dressing her. First Traci took a new pair of burgundy red hip hugger satin panties from a bag and proceeded to very slowly run them up and down Heather's freshly shaved, silky smooth legs, from the tops of her feet, up the calf, the inside of her thigh, stopping just short of the triangular nest of heavy dark hair between her legs. This was done in front, the sides, over her ass, and finally up the tender inside of her thighs. Heather was immediately reacting to Traci's sure touch and was panting, her knees getting weak as her concentration was overwhelmed by the sensation on her skin. Finally, the panties were pressed down into the crack of her tight ass and pulled back and forth very slowly. Reaching down between Heather's legs from the front, Traci gripped the edge of the waist band and pulled the panties through her crotch gently, causing her slit to open and admit the shiny material, which glided over the now opening lips and clit with a slight sigh and whisper of the material. Traci held the panties up to Heather's face and gently traced the material over Heather's lips and held them under her nose. "Who is that you remind you of?" Traci whispered in her ear. Heather's voice was shaky as she focused on an answer. "My... my pussy... your hands... Oh, god, Traci, don't do this to me. I'll never get to Inga this way." "Yes you will. I'll make sure of it. But there's no reason you can't be really ready for her when you get there." Traci was now kneeling in front of Heather and signalled her to lift a leg, then the other, and the panties were pulled slowly up and into position, with Traci doing a continuous bit of adjusting. Finally, Heather's pussy was covered in satin, but the now puffy lips were very visible. Traci cupped her hand and slid it between Heather's thighs and held her solely by the cunt, not moving her hand. Heather moaned and her fists clenched, the long nails biting into the skin. Traci finally, after a full minute of this, released her and reached into the bag for the next item. A new pair of nylons, very shear, were removed from their wrapper. She guided Heather to the sofa, eyes still closed and had her sit. Picking up one foot, she rolled a stocking up and eased Heather's pointed toe in the foot and then rolled the stocking up her calf, stopping the smooth it out from the ankle up to remove wrinkles, the fabric gripping Heather's skin in a tight vice that was sensuous. Traci's hands rolled the stocking up to just below her pussy and smoothed it several times. She was careful to approach the now satin covered triangle, but stopped short just below it. The other leg received the same treatment and she lingered over the smoothing, using every opportunity to stroke Heather's legs and inner thighs. She watched the visible signs of Heather's soaring arousal in her face and chest, her nipples were tight and erect, so erotic in their unusual length, spikes standing in the cool air of the room, inviting a hot mouth. "Stand." She helped Heather stand and then took a satin and shear lace teddy from the bag, the same burgundy as the panties, and guided her to step into it, one leg at a time. It slid up the nylon encased legs with a wisp of satin on nylon and then Traci pulled it up until it was above her hips. Working quickly, she guided it up and placed the shelf bra portion just under Heather's full mounds, providing a display of wanton flesh so inviting it took all her will power not to lean down and suck the turgid nipple into her mouth as she always did in their love making. She smoothed the waist again and then pulled the crotch strap down, front and rear and snapped it closed, and gently lowered it onto Heather's fully swollen labia, careful to not let it hurt her in her aroused condition. The pressure on Heather's clit and pussy made her gasp and want to touch herself badly, but she again just clenched her fists and kept her eyes closed. It was so exciting to be dressed this way by such knowing and expert hands. She badly wanted to look and see what the outfit looked like, but she obeyed and kept her eyes closed. Next came a matching garter belt atop her hips, and then Traci spent a long time stroking Heather's stomach, butt and legs as she attached the elastic garter snaps to the stockings. By the time the last snap was in place, Heather was shaking slightly. Traci led her over to the full length mirror. "Open." Heather opened her eyes and was dazzled by the erotic figure she had become, a satin vision of the female body on display, it's attributes accented in every way by the cut and silky smooth fabrics, tight here, darting there, holding out her breasts to be admired and more. "Gosh. This is hot. Wow. Oh, thank you Traci. I love it. Is there more?" "Well, now that I see you in the outfit, I'm not sure I'm going to let you go to Inga, I'm so hot for you myself! Yes, there's one more item." She went to her bag and pulled out a cellophane package and tore it open. From it, she took some sort of piece of jewelry and came back over to Heather. "Honey, this clips gently on the base of your nipple. Do you want me to do it or do you want to do it yourself?" "From my nipple?" Traci held up the bangle swinging from a short silver chain, a small C clip between her fingers. "You do it. Seems you've already got me ready for it!" Traci smiled and took the left breast firmly and then ran her fingers down until she was gripping the nipple between thumb and finger and pulled the nipple out. In a flash, she slid the clip on the base of the nipple and lowered the nipple slowly. "OK, it's on. How does that feel? Too tight?" "No, it doesn't hurt. I can tell it's there though. It feels... nice." "Walk around a bit." She did and the bangle swung to and fro and occasionally bumped the bottom of her breast just below the nipple. It felt wonderful as the tugs and tingles arose from her nipple. "That feels really, really nice." "You are almost ready, my dear. Now, lets do your hair, makeup, jewelry, and get you into the blouse and skirt you picked out and send you on your way. If you stay here much longer, Inga will have to cry herself to sleep tonight. You'll be mine." Heather stepped forward and hugged Traci hard, their ample bosoms flattening against each other. "You are very special. Thank you so much." And then they finished the rest, and she stood at the door, erotic in the extreme, the warm lipstick accenting her full lips, earrings dangling to accent her long neck, which drew your eyes to the deep channel of her chest, which was now wrapped in a pale yellow satin blouse that showed every curve of her chest. Her proud nipples were hard points against the fabric, shouting out their need to be sucked. A black pleated skirt that ended just above the knee and black high heels completed the picture. Her long dark hair was up in a large pin that implied it would fly free in all its volume and length if easily released. Now, with her bag in her hand, her erotic underwear concealed, she was a walking surprise for Inga when she uncovered it all. She felt like she would explode from the sexual tension in her body and her skin was like electric central, with sensory overload approaching from the tight nylons, garters on her legs, tight strap holding her pussy tightly closed. The shelf from the teddy pushing her nipples out firmly against the tight satin of the blouse. Then sensations were in waves. "See you later." "You look fantastic. Go knock her socks off. And, babe, don't you dare miss the air plane tomorrow at 10AM. I'll have you all packed to go and your bags down at the desk. Now, get going, I have a movie I want to watch." Traci was trying too hard to be casual. This sharing was going to be very hard. Very hard. She wanted to reach out and tell her she couldn't go. But, she stayed back a step and said nothing, biting her tongue to keep silent. Damn, fantastic just wasn't good enough to describe the woman in front of her. She decided ultimately fuckable was the right description. Heather smiled nervously and slipped out the door. Traci sighed and reached into her suitcase and picked up some things and laid them on the bed. Shedding her clothes, she walked into the bathroom and filled the tub with deep warm water and some bubble bath and oil. Her erect nipples spoke volumes about how aroused the dressing of Heather had gotten her. As the top filled, she played in the hair below her stomach, an area of extreme sensitivity for her. Then, she turned on the radio softly and lit a candle on the edge of the tup. Sliding in, she felt the warmth flood through her and she relaxed physically a bit, but the hard edge of her horniness wasn't blunted. After a moment of savouring the heat of the tub, her hands sliding over her stomach, chest and pussy, she reached over and picked up the enormous dildo Heather had given her so many months ago after that afternoon in Heather's dorm room, and now the tool disappeared out of sight under the foam and the water. As the head began to press into her, she groaned and lifted her feet to each edge of the tub and relaxed, pressing harder. As the first inches pressed firmly into her, filling her so full, she thought, "I needed you so much tonight." And groaned loudly as the urgent pulse of lust seized her and she gave herself to it completely. Already, her feet had left the side of the tub and were standing straight up in the air as the tool worked in and out of her. Her body was rapidly on its way to the first of many, many orgasms. When the fire came, it took her by storm and for the moment, Heather and Inga were driven out of her mind, replaced by the fire in her loins and belly. In her mind, the stars came out. Heather stood in front of the door to Inga's room. She was ten minutes late as she knocked softly. In the few moments it took Inga to answer, Heather realized that she was about to seduce or be seduced by a woman to whom she had only spoken to for ten minutes. She didn't know her at all. In spite of this, the sexual need inside her was even stronger now and she was actually holding her breath when the door opened and Inga was there. Inga's bright blue eyes locked with her's immediately and Heather just stood in the door, unable to move, unable to breathe. Inga had a nervous smile on her face, but her eyes swallowed Heather whole and Heather knew it somehow didn't matter how long they had known each other. The chemistry was somehow right. They WOULD be hot together. Inga stepped forward a step and in a repeat of the direct physical approach she had demonstrated in the lobby two days before, her hands reached up and the long nails trailed along Heather's face, ears, lips and nose. Heather was breathing in a tight chested pant immediately. The hands worked down her neck and along the top of her collar bones, sliding under the satin just so and finding no bra strap, she worked lower. Heather's eyes closed and she trembled uncontrollably. The fingers quickly undid the top two buttons on the straining blouse and then the long rapiers trailed out across the top of her breasts and maddeningly slowly, worked down the top of the nipples, then stopped. One finger traced its way back up to Heather's lips and the nail slid between them, forcing its way between her teeth, the tip of the finger demanding entrance, and then the rest of the finger slid in to be sucked. Heather wanted to suck this finger and her mouth suctioned and her cheeks hollowed and her tongue was wild with activity. Finally, she opened her eyes and realized that Inga had her's closed tightly as well. The finger was slowly withdrawn and Inga opened her eyes. "Hello." Inga smiled. "Hello." "Please come into the room. We have others watching." Inga giggled a bit and put her hand to her mouth, embarrassed, her face flushing bright red. Heather then realized that two other woman several doors down were standing watching them, mouths actually hanging open. But their faces were flushed and when Heather finally turned and spotted them, they quickly let themselves into their room and the hall was empty. Once in the room Heather turned and for the first time, both women actually surveyed the other. And Inga was breathtaking. Just out of the shower, her hair was piled on top of her head and still wrapped in a towel. Her very white, almost translucent skin was startling against the colour of a hot pink cropped tee that was failing to completely cover the bottom of her breasts, their gentle sag rounding below the fabric. A bare midriff ended in a pair of hot pink satin tap pants and her long legs emerged from the pants in straight lines down to pink patten leather four inch open toed high heels. The sight of these shoes sent a sudden thrill through Heather and, strangely, she became as excited as she had ever been before. She was almost dizzy as her gaze finally came back to meet Inga's. Now it was Heather's turn to approach Inga. She ran her hands down her arms, then very slowly back up and down Inga's scantly clad front, lingering only briefly on her breasts as she traced the woman's form under the tee. Each curve was perfect, framed by the fabric and nature's gift to her at birth. As her fingers crossed Inga's stomach, Inga's eyes fluttered closed and Heather knew she was sensitive there. Down, down, under the satin of the tap pants, no panties were encountered. Just at her Mons, she traced a circle and moved back up. Inga's nostrils were flared and her breathing was ragged as the nipples were again rubbed and pressed, and then Heather reached down and took Inga's hands into her own. Eventually, Inga opened her eyes and they kissed, gently, then more urgently. For a brief moment, their tongues caressed each other and they pulled back, gasping. Whatever it was between them was very powerful. Electric sparks were almost visible between their bodies from the attraction and excitement. "Heather, we... we must eat first. I have had little to eat all day and I will faint if I do not have a bite. It is already here." Inga pleaded with Heather. Heather wanted her now, but knew it would be better if Inga was comfortable and had more energy, so they walked hand in hand to the table and ate a delicious meal, if in near record time. Neither wanted to wait a moment longer than necessary. They both knew what dessert would be. They had already tasted it. "Heather, please, before we begin, you must know," Inga said as they walked into the bedroom, "Helga and I have been lovers a long time, and I have never been with another woman before tonight. I do not want her to know. I tell you this because you must not leave any marks, marks on me. Please. My skin is very fragile and I bruise easily. And no scratching." Heather held up her long nails and waved them in front of Inga's face. "Then, you must be a good girl and leave me completely exhausted by morning, else I will have no recourse other than to..." and she held her fingers over Inga's face and made a mock motion as though scratching her. Inga grinned, "That will not be a problem, my delicious Heather. I may never let you leave." In a motion, Heather lifted the tee over Inga's head and began to plant little kisses up and down Inga's neck, finally, leading down to her breast, sucking in the tender nipple and licking it slowly against the roof of her mouth. Inga gasped and her fingers worked on Heather's blouse buttons, finally pulling it free from the skirt and sliding it down over her shoulders. Heather straightened one arm at a time and it fell to the floor. Inga's hot hand closed over one of Heather's now presented breasts and her nails again stroked it from underneath and then grabbed the nipple. The large size and fullness of the boob excited her and her other hand found the left breast and repeated the motions. Heather felt her chest go tight and the nipples went hard from the sensations. As always, her pussy was dripping wet in seconds from the sparks shooting down her belly on the way to her cunt. Inga's nipple was a hard little marble in her mouth at this point and Heather changed breasts. Inga was still trying to remove Heather's skirt and fondle her breasts at the same time, but finally had to stop and push the skirt down with both hands and it dropped to Heather's feet, to be kicked aside. Pushing Heather backwards onto the bed, Inga stepped out of the tap pants and climbed on top of Heather, grinding her pussy down against the satin clad mound beneath her. Heather was moaning and grabbing Inga's ass in her hands, the bright red nails vividly contrasting with the white skin, pulling her down harder. She needed to orgasm so badly, she was lifting Inga right up in the air as she thrust up, harder and harder. But the teddy was adding too many layers, so Inga rolled off and started sucking on Heather's breast and nipple while her fingers round the snaps between Heather's now well separated thighs and popped them with a hard yank. Finding the panties beneath, she realized they wouldn't be able to get them off without removing the garter belt first, so she just eased them to one side and plunged two fingers into Heather's waiting hole as far as they would go. Heather simply exploded into the long anticipated orgasm, a tidal wave of heat flooded her thighs and belly, spreading up through her chest and into her brain, and she floated away on the wave of electric heat. Her skin was on fire and for long moments, she was completely suspended in time. Inga's fingers continued to work and Heather began to come down, only to find that Inga was running a nail up and down her long clit and she simply exploded again, this time with a wild yell and her whole body going rigid. Inga held her tight and stroked her face, the smell of her own pussy flowing into her nostrils as she groaned and finally opened her eyes. Looking into the deep blue pools of Inga's eyes, her hands found her breasts and she took each one in a hand and began to roll the nipple back and forth. Inga's eyes fluttered and she began to whisper sweet nothings in Icelandic to Heather. Heather began to kiss and lick the orbs, and was fascinated to see the intricate latticework of pale blue veins under the skin of the breasts. The skin, now glistening with Heather's saliva, seemed almost transparent. She traced lower with her tongue, and now she entered the zone on Inga's belly that was so sensitive. Inga moaned very loudly and was shivering as Heather's tongue went over and over the area just above her Mons. Her pussy was completely dripping now, and Heather moved her tongue lower and now was wetting the thin white hair guarding the gate to Inga's womanhood, and finally, she slid her tongue gently inside her slit, the puffy lips bright red from excitement. As the lips parted, a wet stream of lubrication flowed out onto her tongue, and she lapped it up, pushing the lips up and away, taking each one in her lips and sucking on it gently. And then, she plunged her tongue into Inga's pussy and Inga gave a wild shriek and began to buck against Heather's mouth. Heather was now laying between Inga's long legs and Inga wrapped her legs around Heather's sides, with the tips of the pink heels now prodding Heather's butt. The feeling of the shoes on her ass excited her almost to the point of being dizzy, but she continued to fuck Inga's pussy hard with her tongue. And Inga began to go stiff under her hands, indicating she was moving toward her orgasm, so she shifted her tongue to Inga's clit, and, using the tip only, began to flick the tip across the clit, very rapidly. Inga, already rigidly gripping the bedding in her fists, went wild, her arms slamming down on the bed, and her pussy thrusting and jerking around. Her heels dug cruelly into Heather's ass, but she felt the pain as stimulation, and the downward thrust drove her own pussy into the bed. The feeling of her long clit rubbing against the satin panties as she thrust against the bed sent her into her to own orgasm, and she groaned into Inga's pussy, her tongue pressing down very hard on Inga's clit, which, already inflamed to the point of unbearable sensitivity from Heather's expert licking, sent a spear of pain/pleasure straight to her brain and she began to yell out in her native tongue, shrieking and babbling in a rapid series of yells as a rippling series of multiple orgasms sent her higher and higher, finally crashing down on her in one last spasm that shook the bed violently. They lay like that for a while, spent and satiated from that initial need to fuck and be fucked. Heather finally rolled to one side and Inga started laughing. "What's the matter?" Heather inquired. "I never even took the towel off my head!" Inga replied. "Well, I see I'm half dressed myself. Here let me get out of the rest of this." "No," Inga interrupted her, "please leave on the garter belt and stockings. Your legs look beautiful in the slick nylon, and I want to rub you while I fuck you again. Here, I'll help you." Inga reached down and unsnapped the belt from the nylons and then she pulled down Heather's panties, by now darkly stained with her secretions and Inga's saliva. Then, she carefully reattached the nylons to the garters and began to trace steady strokes up the back of Heather's calves and thighs, up, up to her buttocks, running a long fingernail down her crack and letting it linger for a moment over Heather's asshole. Heather jerked a bit as the nail tickled her ass, and Inga whispered to her, "I want to lick your ass." Heather responded with a moan, and immediately, Inga was tracing long lines of saliva up her buttocks, each stroke bringing her closer to the pink hole, and then, starting in Heather's wet pussy, she licked steadily up and the tip of her tongue found the pink door and pressed in on it. Heather gasped and jerked a bit as Inga pressed harder and the tip of her tongue entered her ass, a hot poker opening her up. "Oh, god, Inga. God, that's so good. Hmmmm. Yes. Oh. Yes. Hot. It's so hot. Hot! God. Deeper. Oh, my god. Fuck me, fuck me please fuck me hard, now!" Heather's body responded to the probing with an almost instant rise in her sexual tension across her belly and a tightness that told her she would come any second. Inga wasted no time and rolled over on her back and pulled Heather's pussy down onto her face. Pulling the erect clit into her mouth between her lips, she sucked once. Twice. Heather's hands came up and cupped her breasts, holding their delicious weight in her palms as her fingers gripped the nipples savagely. The electric reaction of her nerves pushed her into orgasm. And then, another. Unable to catch her breath, Inga continued to suck her clit very hard and she was just starting to black out as another orgasm hit her already rigid frame. With a deep groan, she rolled to one side and collapsed, unconscious. When she came to, Inga was sitting on the side of the bed and was rubbing her breasts and nipples, with her other hand in between her legs and three fingers buried in her pussy, pumping in and out quickly. She was muttering something, groaning and giving out sighs and cries at a growing rate. Heather climbed behind her and pushed her breasts against Inga's back, their firm form flattening against Inga, their heat almost searing to Inga in her need, and she orgasmed at that moment, with a shudder and groan, then she slowly rolled on her side, still shaking. They lay like that for a long time. Incredibly, Heather realized that she still wanted Inga. They were both covered in sweat, and should have been exhausted, but the activities to date only seemed to add fuel to her sexual need, not dampen it. They rolled and faced each other. Heather guided Inga's hand to her beast and Inga's eyes widened. "You are already hot?" "Yes, yes. Inga, this is incredible! I'm so hot for you again I can't stand it. Please, fuck me. Take me any way you want. Just do me until I can't do it any more." "I think we need to try something special, OK?" "What?" "Just do as I do. Fill your mouth with spit, and get my pussy very, very wet. I will do the same with you." In moments, they were at each other's already very wet holes and adding a mouthful of saliva to the existing fluids. Then, Inga turned ninety degrees to Heather's body and scissored her legs together with Heather's, bringing their pussies together in a wet slurping sound. "Now, we must push together very hard until it happens." "What, what will happen?" "You will see, just hump me." And they humped and pushed and pushed. The humping drove Heather almost to orgasm, hanging by a thread from going over the edge. And then, it did happen. The fluids allowed the puffy tissues of their pussies to form a seal and when they pulled slightly apart, the suction deep in their vaginas sent wild signals to their brains of a kind Heather had never experienced before. And she experienced a steady series of orgasms she thought would go on forever. And, in the end, in a sense, they did, as both Heather and Inga ceased to push almost at the same time, completely and utterly exhausted from the sensual and physical overloads on their bodies. After a bit, smiling slightly at each other, they crawled together and slept. Just before dawn, Inga awoke and went to the bathroom, then returned and began to stroke Heather's legs, stomach and pussy. But Heather, moaning slightly, did not awake, and eventually, Inga stopped, disappointed. She crawled up behind Heather and reached around and took Heather's left breast in her hand and felt the heat and weight of it. With the long nipple sticking out between two fingers, she too went to sleep. It was almost ten when they stretched and awoke. Heather glanced at the clock and let out a yell. "Hell, I'll never make the plane! Where're my clothes? She slipped on the skirt and blouse, not bothering to snap the teddie or her panties, and found her shoes. Inga pulled on a robe and handed her a brush to fix her hair. Heather ignored the brush and just twisted the hair up on top of her head and pinned it there. As they rushed to the door, Inga said, "Wait!" She raced back to the bedroom and came back and handed Heather the pink satin heels. Heather felt that same dizzy feeling again in her gut, a giddiness, an excitement. "You like shoes, correct?" "I, they're very nice, but..." "No, I mean you have a, a thing for feet in shoes? Sexy for you, no?" "I... I don't know. I mean not until last night..." "I saw your eyes when you looked at my feet. Take these and enjoy. To remember me. And our night together." Heather took the shoes in a shaking hand and give Inga a hard kiss goodbye. Inga handed her a business card. "If you want to talk. Maybe, some day..." "Maybe. Who knows. It's a small world!" They both grinned at each other, then kissed again more casually, and even as they finally parted, Heather wanted to tear the robe off her and take her again, right in the doorway if necessary. But she didn't and ran down the hall for the elevator. At the airport, she was the last one onto the plane. Sliding into the seat next to Traci, who's worried look disappeared the second she saw Heather's glowing face coming down the isle, still a bit flushed from the night's activities. "Ok, that was close. Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" "No. Sorry. We overslept." "I wonder why." "Be quiet, you!", Heather gave her a shove on the shoulder. The plane taxied out and took off. After breakfast was served, Traci said. "OK, spill the beans. What happened? Did you enjoy yourself, like I have to ask?" "Well, you had me so sexed up by the time I got to her door, I thought I'd just jump her when the door opened, but then, she did and..." And she told Traci everything. Even her unexpected reaction to the shoes. Even as she went over her reaction, she reached into her oversized bag and pulled them out. Her hand was trembling as Traci took them from her. She looked into Heather's eyes and saw that familiar look she got when she was really turned on. "Well, let's see if they fit me. I'll be damned, a bit tight, but not too bad. Think you have a thing for shoes, my darling?" Traci asked. "I must have. God, I'm all turned on again, just looking at them." "Perfect, because, we are about to join the Mile High Club. Let's go." And Heather eased out of her seat they headed toward the back of the plane. Heather went into the small bathroom first and stood for a minute figuring out how they hell the were going to do this, the door shutting behind her, but not locking it. Traci looked around nervously in the isle, awaiting a moment to also slip inside the compartment. Suddenly, a voice said in her ear, "Go ahead. I'll knock four times when it's clear to come out. Don't be too noisy in there." She turned her head and the smiling face of one of the stewardesses greeted her. "Go ahead. You're not the first to want to do it." "Thanks. We won't be too long." "If I had that other young woman in there, I'd be in there a long time, I think," the stew said, a bit wistfully. "You may be right about that. She affects me the same way. OK, here we go." And she opened the door and wedged herself inside and locked the door. Heather was ready. God was she ready. And so was Traci. And the Mile High Club received its new members only a minute later with a bang and a thump on the wall and door that alarmed a passenger standing in the isle. The stew just said, "Oh, sometimes they all make a bit of noise the first time. I wouldn't be surprised if it makes a bit of noise a few more times before it settles down and gets it out of its system. Why don't you use the other unit?" Smiling, she went about her duties. I wonder who the younger one was? Maybe I can get her name before they get off. And then she laughed, realizing she was already way too late! ------- Chapter 23 Karin picked up her purse and turned back to face Heather, who was reaching for the door lock on her apartment door. They were on their way out to a movie, on a date actually. Well, Heather thought it was a date, but Karin was still very nervous about calling it that. She had never dated a woman before, and wasn't all that sure what her true feelings were about it. The lock snapped back, and Heather turned the handle on the door at very moment that Karin stepped forward to leave, just a half-step too fast, and ran right into Heather. The unexpected full body contact surprised both of them, but Karin was even more surprised to find her pussy go completely wet and her legs tremble. Heather made no attempt to back up and give her room, and Karin, surprise still on her face, was a raging mix of emotions. Her mind said to back up, but her body wasn't moving. And the heat of Heather's thigh through her legs was a furnace pouring waves of warmth directly into her cunt, making her hotter by the second. After ten seconds of just looking into each other's eyes, Heather leaned over and very, very gently, kissed Karin full on the mouth, taking a long time and pulling away so slowly their lips stuck together as the lipstick merged, pulling their lower lips out and increasing the sweetness and tingling of the kiss. All Karin could manage to say was "Oh, god..." She never even opened her eyes from the kiss, but dropped her purse and reached up with one hand and pulled Heather's mouth back on her's with a hand behind Heather's neck. The French kiss was torrid instantly. Heather twisted to be in frontal body contact and their mounds met and ground together as Karin moaned loudly into Heather's mouth. Heather fed her tongue deeply into Karin's mouth and Karin, in response, began to suck on it with an urgency that in turn got Heather boiling hot. Karin had never been with a woman, but it was apparent from her reaction to being kissed that her body was more than ready to welcome the delights of being taken by Heather. The movie was forgotten. It had been a long week, and when it had started, Heather was on her way home from the grocery store the long way, taking advantage of a long drive through a local park. Where, unexpectedly, she met Karin. The park drive wound around a curve and suddenly there was a construction flagman in front of her with the sign turned to STOP. Her car came to a halt and she waited. The person spoke on a radio a few times, but the sign still said STOP. Cars began to pile up behind Heather. The weather was boiling hot, and the air conditioner of the car was working hard to keep the car cool inside. And Heather began to worry about some of the food she had in bags on the back seat. Finally, the worker walked over to her and Heather was surprised to realize it was a woman. A pretty woman at that, bronzed from the sun. Young. Not much older than her, maybe. She removed her hard hat and wiped sweat from her forehead. A nice ponytail of brown, highlighted hair popped out from under the hat and landed down her sweaty back. Rolling down her window, Heather asked, "How much longer, do you suppose?" A wave of heat rolled into the car. "Well, they had an accident down the road a few hundred yards away and the road is completely blocked for a while." Her radio cracked and she held it to her ear. "OK," she responded, "but they're not going to like it." "Well, it's real bad. One person's hurt and now there's been another accident behind you and the road is closed there, too. It might be an hour, even longer. You might want to turn off the car." "Gosh, my groceries might go bad if I do that. I think I'll chance it. I've got plenty of gas." She was about to roll up her window, when a thought occurred to her. "Are you thirsty? I've got a six-pack of cold soda in here." "You bet, that would be great." Heather broke one out of the package and handed it to her. She held the ice cold can up to her forehead and then her neck. Her nut brown skin was a nice contrast to Heather's own very white skin as the can exchanged hands. "If all we're doing is waiting, is it OK if you waited in the car with me, where it's cool? I mean, you have the radio if something starts to happen." "That would be nice. Thanks. They can't see me anyway, all the way around the curve like that." She walked around the other side and slid into the bucket seat. The front of her shirt was dark with sweat stains. But it did nothing to take away from her nice shape, accented by the narrow waist and nicely flaring full hips. Heather's pussy tingled a bit as she looked her over. "I'm a mess. I hope I don't get your car all dirty." "Don't worry about it, I'll get it cleaned. Not a problem. Boy, you sure have a hot job!" "You're not kidding. But it keeps the bills paid until I finish night school." "What's it like? I mean, working with all these men?" "Oh, some of them are jerks. Some are nice. Most just wish I'd go away. Or have sex with them. They never give that up. Every day, at least one of them hits on me. I wonder what part of "NO" they don't understand!" They both laughed. They sat for a while in silence. "Oh, how rude of me." Heather said. "My name is Heather." And she held out her hand. "Karin. Pronounced 'Car-in'. Most people forget and call me Karen. That's OK." "Well, I won't, Karin." Karin looked over at her. "And what do you do? College?" "Yeah. I'm a Junior this year. Art major. Not much in common with what you are doing." "No, but this is just a job. Actually, I want to teach music." Heather looked her over slowly again. And discovered Karin was checking her out as well. Her eyes were lingering on Heather's nicely framed chest. A subtle signal. I wonder, thought Heather. "Heather, can I ask you something really, really personal?" Karin sounded very shy. And embarrassed. "Well, I can always not answer. Shoot." "My boy friend wants to start inviting other women into our lovemaking. I mean, a threesome. I've never done anything like that and I'm not sure I want to do it. Have you..." She took a breath and stared straight ahead out of the window. Very nervous. "Have you ever slept with another woman?" "Are you inviting me to sleep with you and your boyfriend?" Heather tried to sound a bit surprised. Actually, it sounded exciting. "No. Well, I don't think so. I mean, I've never done anything like that. Been with more than one person at a time or had sex with a woman. I've had a few fantasies from time to time, but I've never acted on them. I have enough problems thinking I'd be competing with another woman in bed for my boyfriend's attention, but I'm really not at all sure about the women part. I'm sorry. I can't believe I even said that to you. I better get out." She reached for the door handle. Heather's hand on her arm stopped her. "Yes, I've slept with women. What do you want to know about it?" Karin was very surprised. She settled back into the seat and said nothing for a moment. "I guess, I want to know everything. What it's like. How you do it. Did you like it?" She was staring out the car window again. Too embarrassed to face Heather. The conversation was unexpected, but it had definite possibilities. "It's very nice. You do it the way you would think you'd do it. Hands, fingers, tongues, toys. And I like it very much, with the right lover. Women know how things feel to them and what they like, and in turn generally make better lovers because they don't miss much with their partner." Even as she said it, she knew the last part was a bit of a lie. One of her problems was that she always liked it. With everybody. Karin remained silent. Heather said. "Why don't you and I go out somewhere together this weekend and talk about it? You can ask all the questions you want and I'll try to answer them. What do you think?" "You mean a date?" "No, just us together at a movie or something. We'll go get something to eat later and talk." "A movie? I guess that would be OK." The radio crackled and she held it up. "OK. The road behind you is open. I'm going to turn everyone around here and send them back." Heather was writing her number on a piece of shopping bag. "Here's my number. Call me if you want to talk." "It wouldn't be a date, right? Just talk?" "Just talk. And some food." Karin's eyes caressed Heather's chest again, then came back up to her face. She was definitely interested. "I'll think about it. Bye." "See you later, maybe?" The door shut and again a wave of hot air from the briefly open door hit her in the face. Her panties were already wet. Just the thought of pulling Karin's full hips hard against her body was setting her on fire. She waved as she pulled past her after turning the car around. In the rearview mirror, she could see Karin following her car with her eyes until she went back around the corner. Back in the apartment, she put the groceries away and stood in the window looking out over the alley next to her apartment. Her right hand popped the top snap on her jeans and her flat hand slid down, under the elastic of her hip rider cotton panties and her finger tips ran through her hair and found the waiting, long, erect clit. Leaning against the window jam, her well practiced long-nailed fingers pulled the clit up and rubbed it back and forth over the cotton material. The friction was electric and her groin went solid with pressure immediately, the already engorged lips swelling fully and opening, a steady stream of fluid spreading the already sizable dark stain on the cotton. The orgasm came suddenly as she shuddered, the wave of heat from her inner thighs spreading up her belly and over her chest and into her face. Her eyes were shut and she almost looked like she was in pain, but her hand kept moving automatically as her brain went into overdrive and took her to another peak. This time, sparks of light were going off and her knees weakened and she slumped against the wall, the pace of her hand gradually slowing. Her nipples were rock hard in her post orgasmic reaction and were tenting the shear bra cups, her t-shirt now sporting two proud thumbs at the end of her very full breasts. Slowly, her breathing returned to normal, and at last she snapped her pants and went back to her desk to study. Her soaked panties were a sweet reminder of her body's desire. She never changed them after sex. The wetness was too nice to just waste. Freshening up could come later. Now, she was alone and the aroma of her own sex was a perfume of which she never got enough. For just a moment before she cracked a book, she stared off into nothing and wondered if Karin would call. She decided probably not. It was just a chance encounter. Too bad. It had possibilities. Those wonderful hips floated in her mind's eye and she felt her body tingle again with arousal. Damn. Concentrate. But Karin surprised her again. Two nights later, the phone rang and Karin was on the other end. "Hi, I didn't think I'd hear from you again." "Well, you almost didn't. But I was standing out there in the sun today and figured, what the hell. It's just a movie. And you seemed so nice and I... well, I really do want to talk about it some more." "Right. OK. But it's definitely not a date." "Saturday, about 8 be OK?" Karin asked. "Fine. Here's the address. I'm in apartment B. Just ring and I'll buzz you up." "OK. See you then." The next day, in the middle of her sculpture class, Traci walked into the class. Heather's work area was at the back of the room, but she noticed Traci immediately, as always, the hair on her arms would tingle in anticipation of being near or with her. Traci knew where Heather was and walked in a measured pace back to her, checking on other students work on the way back. She had on one of those blouses that hides everything, but lets the viewer see all at the same time. Every curve, swell and jiggle of her breasts were visible to the watching eye. She wore these types of outfits when she wanted to tease Heather, and today she really wanted to get Heather hot. Traci's boobs were so very different than Heather's. In size, they were very close to the same, but where Heather's were so very firm and jutting, with upswept very long nipples, Traci's were softer, slightly droopy (not from age, just breast type), and when held gently underneath in a shelf bra, the top jiggled in waves of motion so sensuous that Heather would get instantly wet watching them. Heather loved to watch, hold, squeeze, suck and press against these breasts. It was the biggest turn-on for her when she and Traci did this. In fact, one of the most sensuous things Heather and Traci did was to lay side by side, pussies locked together with legs intertwined, their pubic bones pressing down on each other's clits. In this position, their chests were tightly pressed against each other, the tissues flattened and bulging out under their arms, the pressure on their ribs and tits making their breasts ache with desire, causing them to swell even more and the pleasure increase. They would very, very slowly grind their hips together and let their desire build and build. Just at the point where one or the other was going to orgasm, they would whisper please stop to the other and they would cease for a minute or two until they pulled back from the brink. Then, gently, begin again. Each time, the approach would take them higher and higher. After a half dozen or more cycles, they would both be almost crazed with lust and finally, they just couldn't stop and would end up frantically grinding against each other, holding each other tighter and tighter, and then the orgasms would take them together, so intense they would both hang on the edge of consciousness, their bodies on total overload. The pleasure was so intense both would be making all kinds of noises and saying obscene things to each other. Traci once recorded this and at times played it back to herself in the car while she drove to work. One hand would always be up her skirt, inside her panties, with at least one finger working the inside of her pussy. They would lay there, covered in sweat, lubrication pouring down their legs and bed onto a towel placed under them, kissing and whispering sweet nothings to each other, but still tight together. And after twenty minutes or so to rest, they would start again. In the minutes it took Traci to get back to Heather, the smile, jiggle, swing of those oh so familiar hips and (it actually caused her to groan out loud) the sight of Traci's feet in these open toed heels was almost more than she could bear. If the room had been empty, she would have jumped her right there. As it was, it was a near thing. Heather felt her nipples go rock hard under her shirt and a brief glance down showed her that there was no use trying to hide them from the rest of the room. Miniture Mt. Everests stood proudly, pointing slightly upward. Just the reaction Traci was hoping for. "Hi, stranger. I missed seeing you last night. How did the studying go?" "Fine. I think I did OK on the test. Hey. I thought you promised not to get me too sexed up during the day? You KNOW when your tits jiggle like that I get crazy for you. And the goddamn shoes aren't helping any. Ever since Inga. God, you just look fantastic. I wish we were alone." The tone was very quiet so no one could hear. "Glad to hear it." Softer. "Sorry, I just missed you so much, I couldn't resist." Louder. "Can I ask you to drive me somewhere after class. My car broke down this morning and is in the shop." "Sure. I'm all done in about thirty minutes. Where to?" "Ummm. I'll tell you in the car. Not too far. I'll wait in the lobby." It took all of her restraint not to lean over and kiss Heather on the mouth and take one of those wonderful nipples in her fingers and squeeze. There were times when being secret lovers just about drove her crazy. This was one of them. Now that Heather was all sexed up and her nipples and face showed it, they could do nothing about it. Heather was right. During the day was no place for these games. It was too hard. They walked out to the car and Heather started it and let the air conditioner cool it off before they started out. "Where to?" "Here's the address. It's my shrink." Traci said, watching Heather out of the corner of her eye. "A shrink?! You never told me you see a shrink!" Heather was very surprised. Her horniness faded a bit. "Well, it's got nothing to do with us. I just have some things to work out and Janet. Dr. Janet Fielding. She's very nice. Has helped me a lot. I come home from the visits very relaxed." "Oh, would you wait for me? It takes an hour. I realize this is an imposition, but I couldn't think of anyone else. "It's not a problem. Glad I could do it. You should have just borrowed the car." Traci smiled. "Now, I never get enough time with you alone as it is, so I thought this would be a good excuse. Oh. I really am sorry about the outfit. I just missed you." "Well, I miss you too, but you'll notice that I've stopped stripping for you in class, or hiding under your desk and eating you out. We were getting crazy and you would have ended up fired and me out on my ass, trying to explain to my straight parents why I got kicked out of school, along with my lesbian lover, for open sex in the classroom. Now that my parents know you and like you, we can't mess this up." Heather concentrated on driving. "But you did like the outfit?" Traci said with a sheepish smile. "What do you think? My pants are soaked. It's a good thing I like them that way, or I'd spend my entire day changing underwear every time you walked by me." Traci knew Heather was right. And it was a good thing that Traci liked the thought of Heather's underwear being wet with lubrication. She loved eating her out through the cotton and feeling the fluid flow into her mouth. When Heather lubricated, it just poured out of her. They both laughed. Traci ran her hand up the back of Heather's neck under the thick mane of hair and then her nails up and down the nape of her neck. The long red nails were a nice contrast to the dark hair and white skin. Heather's breathing went tight. "Traci, how close are we?" "Ten minutes or so." "Get over here and fuck me, honey. I'll never make it back to your place." "I thought you'd never ask, darling." And with that, she slid over on the seat and pulled Heather's skirt up, with Heather lifting and shifting her hips to allow the fabric to bunch up around her waist. Heather was right. Her tight cotton briefs were soaked, the dark stain spreading halfway up to her waist. The smell of the cum soaked panties was all Traci needed and she put one arm around Heather's shoulders and the other hand went to Heather's now open pussy and a long index finger began to push the panties to one side. "Don't run us off the road." A long finger slid inside Heather's sopping pussy. Heather groaned. "Yes. That's so good. More. Put more in. I need it. Please." "My sexy lover, your pussy is just waiting for my long nails to slid inside and tickle you. Make you come all over my hand. There's another long nail." Another finger slid inside. Heather was almost bouncing on the seat. Traci's fingers were going around and around inside. She could feel the pressure and her belly tightened. "Oh, are you ready to come for me, darling? Now, another. And another." Four fingers were now inside her swollen vagina, Heather was grunting out loud from the waves of pleasure as they hit her. Her driving was a bit erratic, and she was slowing down as her attention shifted from the road to the wild sensations in her cunt. "Traci, fist me! Please, fist me!" Heather had never asked for that before, and Traci had never done it to another woman. She had seen porno movies with women doing it, but had never experienced it. She was worried she'd hurt Heather. "Are you sure?" Her fingers were working Heather like a flute. There was no doubt that Heather was wet enough. And, open enough. Traci's fist wasn't all that large. Maybe it would work. Heather groaned wildly and opened her left leg up until it hit the door. Her right leg swung up over Traci's thighs and the car, with no gas, started to slow rapidly. Traci put her left foot on the gas peddle and the car picked up. Pushing up with her fingers, she pushed her hand further and further inside, coiling her long nails into the palm of her hand as it entered Heather, and then, her entire fist was inside. Heather cried out with lust in her voice and Traci began to pump and inch or so, in and out. After only seconds, Heather orgasmed with a shriek that came from the depth of her soul. Her vagina clamped down so hard on Traci's fist she couldn't have moved it if she tried. The car began to wander from the lane and Traci tried to swing her left arm around from behind Heather's head, now bent back in orgasm. It was a contortionist act, but she finally got a hand on the wheel and drifted the car back into the lane. A drunken sailor could drive better than this. Honking horns were going off all around them. Slowly, she withdrew her fist from Heather, unfolding her hand and sliding it out. A copious flow freshly wet the cotton panties as the vagina slowly closed and Traci pulled the cotton over the still swollen and stretched lips. Heather's clit was fully extended and was now pinned under the tight cotton, pointing up at Heather's navel, like the pseudo cock it was. Traci couldn't resist but run her finger up and down the turgid member and feel Heather tense and buck at the intense sensations. Traci had sweat on her lip and brow and realized she was very aroused from this. But the parking lot was coming up and there was no time. Heather parked in a groggy trance. "Listen. I'll go in, you sit and calm down. Come up to 507 and wait if you like. I don't mind. Are you OK? I've, I mean, we've never done that before. Wow, did you get off on that! That was some orgasm. Even for you!" "Yes." She said weakly. "That was fantastic. I need a minute to clear my head. 507 you said, right?" "OK. God, I smell like your pussy. I hope the Dr. doesn't mind. Maybe I can hit the ladies room in the hall. See you later." And she slammed the door and walked away, leaving Heather leaned over the wheel. Heather sat, her nipples still hard, her breathing just beginning to slow down. She had just begged Traci to fist her. Where did that come from? Pretty wild, even for her. Yeah, even for her. The long minutes passed. She was so wet she was sure she must be sitting in a pool of fluid, so she looked around to be sure no one was looking, and slid out of the car and let her skirt fall quickly while she was shielded mostly by the door. She was right. There was a small wet spot on the seat. She wiped it up with a Kleenex and took a deep breath and went into the building, out of the heat. Good thing it was hot outside. Her face was still fully flushed from the strong emotions. She could still feel the intense phantom pressure of Traci's fist inside her, a phantom lover as she rode the elevator up to the fifth floor. That was definitely wild and she had loved it. Yet another new technique to explore. Wait till she did it to Traci. Just wait. The doors opened and she found the office. The receptionist was a very attractive blond with long hair pulled back into a tight bundle behind her. A dazzling grin. Nice, smallish breasts, no bra to see (or probably needed), white blouse. Delicate hands with long fingers. And very long nails, a perfect set, painted a delicate shade of pink, to match her lipstick. Behind the desk, Heather couldn't see any more. Yes, very attractive. The name tag on the desk said Sherry. "Do you have an appointment?" "No, actually, I'm Traci's ride. Is it all right if I wait here where it's cool? It's very hot out." "Oh, really? I haven't been out since I got here this morning and it was cool then. You are very flushed. Would you like a drink of water?" Her eyebrow was raised a bit, a bit of a snickering smirk on her lips. Did she suspect Heather had just had sex? Heather spotted the water cooler with its blue jug of water behind the receptionist. "Thanks, that would be nice." She went over and stood by Sherry as Sherry filled a paper cup with water. As she turned to give the cup to Heather, the definite delicate smell of sex drifted into Sherry's nostrils. Her eyebrow went up even higher as she handed over the cup. "Yes, I see it is very hot out today for some people. I think some people get hotter than others, don't you agree?" Heather looked at her curiously for a second, then caught the double meaning. Yes, she knew. "Yes, I suppose that's very true. With your fair skin, I bet you get pretty hot yourself - under the right conditions." Sherry smiled warmly. "Yes, under the right conditions, I can get absolutely steamy. Just turn to liquid." The smirk was gone now and a broad smile signaled an open invitation. Come drink me. Come sample my liquid heat. Come wade in my swamp of steamy parts, and savor them with your tongue, and nose, and feel them with your hands. It was getting very hot in the room. Heather decided to step around this open invitation. She had Traci to take care of all evening, Karin on Saturday and who knew what was happening there, and now Sherry was coming on to her. Best bet was to gently turn her down. At least for now. "I'd like to see that. Sometime." Heather said quietly. "I like a lot of liquid. Steamy liquid. I'm Heather." She held out her hand and Sherry took it and held it. "I get off around 5. Meet me for a drink and I'll show you a real fire. You'll drown in the liquid trying to put it out." "That sounds very nice, Sherry, but I really can't today. Heat or no heat, I have lots of other commitments and can't break them. Maybe we could exchange numbers? And put the fire on ice for now?" Sherry released her hand slowly and Heather made no attempt to pull it back too quickly. Sherry looked disappointed. "OK. I'd like that. Later, OK?" "For sure, later. I love your hair." Heather boldly reached out and ran her hand down the side of Sherry's head, along the rich, yellow strands, and then stepped closer and picked up the thick, shiny bundle of hair and pulled it very slowly through her hand. Sherry took extra good care of her hair and it showed. It positively glowed from her head down to the end of the last strand. And Sherry was almost purring at the bold handling Heather was giving her. Heather's big boobs were right in Sherry's face and Heather thought for a moment that Sherry would just lean forward and take her tit in her mouth and so she pulled back. Lipstick on her blouse all over her nipple was not going to make for good conversation with Traci on the way back to school. She released Sherry's hair at last and reached past Sherry, purposefully rubbing her left breast into Sherry's shoulder, and picked up one of the Dr.'s business cards and wrote her number. "I'm not always there. Just leave a message. I'll call back. Promise." Sherry also gave Heather her number and as Heather picked it up, she noticed a pretty pendant hanging from a desk lamp, right by her hand. It was twisting in the light and throwing off a lot of dazzling colors. "What's this? It's very pretty." "Oh. That's one of those charms the Dr. uses to hypnotize her patients. Works like a charm!" She laughed at her own pun. "You just dangle it in front of the person, like this" she held it in front of Heather, "and spin it very slowly." It was turning, shining an endless stream of soft color sparkles into Heather's eyes. "And talk in a quiet, slow monotone" her voice was now a low melody of sweetness and innocence. "Can you feel a calm coming over you, Heather?" Heather tried to look away, but somehow felt she couldn't. "Yes. A calm. It's so pretty." "Yes, it is. Try to relax a bit more. It's time to just relax and listen to my voice." Sliding, slipping, Heather felt herself going limp. Falling toward the voice. She was going under. But with a masterful effort, she reached up and grabbed the pendant and broke the spell. "I see. It works very well. And you seem to have mastered the technique well enough. Something the Dr. shared with you?" "Well," Sherry said, "not something she did knowingly. Sometimes, she leaves the door open a crack and I can hear the sessions. It didn't take me long to catch on to what she was doing. I did spy a few times. To watch her do it. And she was a willing victim, I mean, subject, to let me try it on her." "How did that you do that?" "Well, if you promise to keep a secret, I'll tell you." Heather nodded. "Promise." "I had her under in thirty seconds!" Sherry actually giggled. "I could see her try to fight, but it was at the end of a long day and she was a bit tired. I asked her if I could try it and she said OK. I think she just assumed I'd screw up and not do the voice part, or spin the bauble right, or something. After she went under, I double checked to make sure she was under and she was." "Then what?" Now she had Heather's curiosity up. "Well, let's just say, I put a few ideas in her head, you know, post hypnotic suggestions, and gave her a code to trigger them, and then brought her out of it. Made her forget she was ever under." "And it worked?" "You bet. Amazingly well." "And she still doesn't know? "Nope. I say the magic words and she goes out like a light. We do our thing and then I tell her to forget, and bring her out of it." "OK. I have to ask. What are the magic words?" Sherry hesitated. "Well, I don't know if I should tell you. The Janet always picks something very unlikely to ever come up in a person's daily life. Actually, I used something she uses on her patients sometimes." "And that is? Come on, give!" Heather gave her a push on her arm. And reached out and picked up Sherry's hair again and began stroking it, the backs of her fingers rubbing the top of Sherry's very firm breast, now sporting a rock hard nipple. It had the desired effect. "OK. But don't ever mention this out loud to anyone, understood?" Heather nodded yes. And kept stroking. "The trigger is 'Climb Mt. Olympus'" "And you just say that to her and she goes right under?" "Yup. Stops in her tracks and waits for further instructions." "Which are?" Sherry was now leaning a bit forward, trying to get Heather's hand to push harder on her breast. Heather obliged. The nipple felt good as it bumped down her knuckles. Sherry's voice was just a bit breathy from her growing arousal. "Well, I'll let you in on another secret. Janet is bi, but nobody knows that. I found out from watching her with patients. Listen, I shouldn't have said that. I can't talk about that any more, OK?" Sherry turned away and looked upset. Clearly, she had said too much. But Heather pressed her. "So you have sex with her while she's under?" Seemed like a logical assumption based on Sherry's revelations. Sherry was quiet. Finally, in a low voice, she whispered, "Yes. We have sex." "Nice game if you can be a player!" Heather laughed. "I won't tell. Is it fun?" Sherry perked back up. "It's fantastic! I mean fucking fantastic. She does anything I tell her to, anytime, anywhere. She's my sex slave. I mean, it's only a few minutes a week, when it's safe to do, but just knowing I can..." her voice trailed off. "I never knew I liked to be in charge so much until this happened." "You do, do you?" The door to the inner office was opening and Traci walked through. The session was over. Heather noticed that Traci's cheeks were flushed and her nipples were tenting her blouse a bit. It was immediately apparent to Heather that Traci had just had sex! She knew that reaction all too well. "Hi, we can go. Did you two meet?" Traci asked. "Yes, just a few minutes ago. Nice to meet you Sherry. See you sometime again." Sherry smiled professionally and turned to the doctor. "Your four o'clock canceled and you have no other appointments." "Great, I'll catch up on paper work. See you next week, Traci." "Next week." Traci responded over her shoulder. On the way down to the car, Traci was quiet. Back on the road, Heather finally said. "Something wrong?" "No. I guess not. Well, sometimes I think that the sessions are a bit too short. I just get into something and it's time to end it. I wonder where the time goes." "What kind of session is it? Does she hypnotize you or something?" Heather probed. "No. She told me how she does that with some patients and showed me the little jewel on a chain she uses, but we just talk and she takes notes. That kind of thing." Traci was silent. She turned to look at Heather. "Why did you ask?" "Oh, I saw this jewel on Sherry's desk and she told me what it was used for. We chatted about post hypnotic suggestion for a minute. I guess I never thought about how you have to pick trigger words not likely to come up in daily life. I mean, for an American, the words "Climb Mt. Olympus" aren't likely to ever come up casually. Right?" There was no answer. The silence went on. Finally, Heather looked from the road and Traci was sleeping. No, Heather realized. She's under! That's right. Sherry did mention that tha Janet used those words with patients sometimes. She had hypnotized Traci after all. What is going on in that office, I wonder. And she was mad. It had been cute when Sherry was doing it to Janet, but now that Janet was doing it to Traci, Heather found she was very upset. "Traci, can you hear me?" Heather kept her voice low and steady, her eyes carefully on the road. "Yes." A low monotone. "When I count to five, you will be fully awake and not remember any of this. I'm going to count to five. One. Two. Three. Almost awake now. Four. Five." "What, what was that you were asking?" "Oh, nothing. Are your sure the Doctor didn't hypnotize you without you knowing it?" "Don't be silly, Heather. You can't do that." "Let's stop here for a bite to eat, OK?" "Fine, I'm hungry." They settled into a booth and Heather finally decided to share her suspicions. "Listen. In the car, I said some words, trigger words Sherry told me the doctor uses with her patients for post hypnotic suggestion and you went right under. I had to bring you out of it. Just like on TV. I think something funny is going on with the doctor and you and you don't know it." "Heather, I told you in the car, that is ridiculous. She's never hypnotized me." "If I can prove it to you, will you believe me?" "OK, prove it." "Look at your watch and tell me what time it is. Exactly." "It's four seventeen and a few seconds." "Thank you. Now, I want you to climb Mt. Olympus." Traci's eyes closed and her head slumped onto her chest. In a low, steady voice, Heather said. "Traci, can you hear me?" "Yes." "Without leaving the booth, I want you to take off your panties and bra, fold them and put them on your plate in front of you." Traci began to hike up her skirt and in seconds the panties were off and folded, then the bra followed. Then they were both on her plate. Heather took her through a five count and Traci was awake. "What time is it now?" "It's... why that's funny. It's five minutes later. I just looked at my watch." "Look at your plate." Traci gasped. Her underwear were neatly folded on the plate in front of her. She quickly put them in her bag. "How in the world did you manage that?" "I didn't do anything. You took them off and put them there after I put you under and told you to do it." "I can't believe it." It was quiet as Traci absorbed the meaning. "She's been putting me under?" "She must be. What can it mean?" "Well, we'll have to find out." Heather added, "It might be completely legitimate, or she could be abusing you. And, when you came out today, you were showing all the signs of being very aroused. Maybe you're having sex in there." Traci was silent and a frown crossed her face. "You may be right. I've come out of some of the sessions and was pretty damn hot and couldn't figure out why. Hell, if she wanted to have sex, she should have asked me. Actually, I think she's very attractive." Heather didn't respond to that last remark. They finished their food and headed back. When they got to the house, Heather picked up the phone and called Sherry's number and left a message. Sherry might be able to help. It was two hours later when the phone rang. Heather put down her text book and it was Sherry. "Hi. I thought we agreed to put things on hold a while? I wasn't expecting your call." "Hi Sherry. Well, this is different. Listen, do you think the doctor might be hypnotizing patients without their knowledge, like you did her?" "Gosh, I don't think so. She's pretty straight about the doctor/patient thing. Very careful. Why?" "Look, I don't want to talk about this over the phone. Can you come over?" Sherry was suddenly very eager. "Sure. Where?' Directions exchanged, they hung up and Heather went back to her book. It was about forty five minutes when there was a knock on the door. Heather pulled it open and Sherry stood there, a knockout. Now, her long blond hair was loose, carefully brushed, and it cascaded down over her shoulders, stopping just above the gently swell of her high breasts. Her blouse was gone and she wore a tank top that showed every curve of her upper torso as though it was painted on her. Her nipples were small points and very visible. The jeans were hip hugger and also skin tight. Heather had not realized how long-waisted Sherry was and the combo was very becoming. And then Heather saw the shoes. And she knew they'd have sex before anything else this evening. The shoes were red open-toed high heels and the sight of them turned Heather into a trembling, extremely turned on young lady. She had to have Sherry and right now. "Hi." Heather's voice was clearly a bit shaky. "Hi, yourself." There was that eyebrow of Sherry's again. It was her early warning radar. Alert, alert, a hot young babe very ready to fuck dead ahead. She stepped inside and it was quiet for a moment. Heather spoke first. "I know I said I wanted to wait, but..." Sherry walked over close to her, but not touching. "But nothing. I'm so hot for you. Ever since you walked into the office this afternoon. You know I don't want to wait. I want you now." It wasn't necessary to talk. Heather reached out and covered Sherry's right breast with her hand. It was very, very firm under her palm and she began to stroke it. Sherry's eyes became half slits as her arousal grew. She reached out and unbuttoned Heather's top and slipped it off each shoulder. A bare breast greeted her and she began to return the favor. Heather's large breasts were the kind that she dreamed about when she masturbated. The kind that made her weak in the knees to see, and her pussy get wet when she touched. And it was no different now. Both girls moaned at the same time as their arousal pushed them toward a hot embrace. Heather's softer figure melted against Sherry's hard toned muscles and hands began removing clothing quickly. In only moments, Heather was naked except for her panties and for once, her partner was taking her before she could respond. Sherry pushed her into an easy chair and moved each of her legs out onto one of the arms, presenting her pussy to her and then she dropped straight to her knees and leaned in with a sigh. She loved to eat women out with their panties still on. She knew the indirect sensations through the fabric delayed orgasm and let it build to very high levels before release came. And, tonight, she worked the fabric deeply into Heather's pussy and sucked the streaming fluid from the fabric as Heather moaned and groaned. She took her time and as Heather approached her release, Sherry slipped two fingers into her own steamy hole and began to pump rapidly. In less than a minute, she felt her vaginial muscles grip her fingers like a vice and she came with a grunt. It was only a warm up. Sherry backed away from the chair and stripped off her jeans, revealing a shaved pussy. She pulled Heather down into the chair and onto the floor and knelt over her face, lowering her very wet slit onto Heather's eager mouth. The feeling of Heather's hot tongue in her hole was fantastic and Heather returned the favor with eager energy, gripping Sherry's thighs tightly, pulling the pussy onto her mouth and nose. Sherry was grinding and humping and her back soon bent like a bow and she orgasmed twice before Heather released her. It was fifteen minutes later when they finally sat down next to each other on the sofa. "OK. We had to get THAT out of our systems for the moment." Heather began. She stroked Sherry's face. "That was very nice." "You bet. You were all I could think about all afternoon. And the reality was even better than the fantasies! Now, what's the problem?" Heather explained and Sherry agreed something had to be done. They finally decided to let Sherry hypnotize her boss and give her an instruction to excuse herself and go to the bathroom every time she intended to use the trigger words for a patient for the purpose of having sex, thus never being able to give the triggers. "That was easy. And now..." Sherry took Heather's hand and led her into the bedroom. In minutes the bed was shaking with their thrusting and humping, finally settling into a long-term 69 position and at Sherry's request, Heather left her panties on. They finally exhausted themselves and Sherry stayed till morning, only leaving in enough time to change at her apartment on the way in to work. Heather turned her attention back Karin and their "date" that was coming up. Sherry was just an encounter. Karin was a flower that needed help to bloom. Saturday came slowly for Heather. She wondered if Karin would act on any of the things she was being urged to do by her own boyfriend and her own inner desires. And the more she thought about Karin and her tan and those hips, the more urgently she hoped Karin would want to do more than talk. And to help Karin feel at ease, she dressed in just a pair of loose jeans and a blouse that wasn't very form fitting. Her boobs were tightly encased in a bra that showed no nipples, and she went very easy on hair, makeup and perfume. Not a date. Her pussy was saying something very different, but from the outside, all was bland. Well, as bland as Heather could manage, given the looks, hair and body she was blessed with. Satisfied, she curled up and studied until the bell went and buzzed Karin into the building. And now, before they were even out the door, they were in this totally wild French kiss. Heather wanted to just take Karin where she stood, but instinct told her it was too much, too fast. With great effort, she pulled her tongue back from Karin's mouth and they stood, pussies still locked hard against each other, panting from their intense arousal. Finally, Heather said. "I'm sorry, you just looked so pretty and I've wanted to do that all week. I won't do it again. I mean, unless you want to." Karin was totally surprised at her own wild desire to kiss this woman and her own reaction to being kissed. And confused. She was really, really attracted to Heather, but felt funny about it, very conflicted. To be honest, she didn't know what she wanted at that moment. At least mentally. But there was no denying that was the hottest kiss she had had in a long, long time. Slowly, she pulled back. Her body complained at the withdrawal. "Maybe we ought to go on to the movies. I need to think. It's OK you kissed me. Obviously I enjoyed it. But I'm pretty confused right now. I mean, it's so sudden and I didn't expect it." "OK, out to the movies." And to the movies they went. Karin later admitted she had no idea what they saw, as her mind was racing a million miles an hour about what was happening. Half way through the movie, Heather handed her the box of popcorn and their hands touched and Karin felt as though she was on fire from the touch. In that instant, she knew she wanted to have sex with Heather, and admitted it to herself. She reached over and took Heather's hand and whispered in her ear. "I think we really are on a date. I'm so hot I feel like I could explode. Can we go somewhere else and talk. I really need to talk about all this." And they left and went to a small sandwich shop up the street and slid into a booth away from everyone else. After ordering, Karin started talking. "I really did want you to kiss me, back in the apartment. It was all I thought about all week. What it would be like, I mean. It was nice. No, it was fantastic. I never expected to react like that. Like this. I mean, I'm still hot from it. Like my insides are tight and tingling and I'm going to orgasm if you touch me." "So, you want to go back to my place and investigate some more?" "Yes. Well, I still feel really weird that this is happening. I want it to happen, I want to have sex with you really badly, and then, at the same time, I'm all confused about it. I never seriously allowed myself to see myself with another woman. It was always guys. It's still guys. And then, here you are and I'm hot to have you. All one big circle. Maybe I'm going crazy." "No you're not. I'm just the opposite. I always see myself with women, but just recently, I got the hots for a guy at the beach and I was all confused about that. Still am. We are just coming at it from different perspectives. I've decided that I must be interested in both and it's OK. I just have to get used to it, that's all." Heather sipped on her soda. "Yeah, get used to it. I mean, I've only felt this way for a week, so I haven't had much time to absorb any of it." There was a long silence. "Can we go to your place, and, well, be together? I want to do it all with you. Teach me about it." "If that's what you want. I want to have you too. Let's go. I promise to be gentle!" "You don't have to be gentle. But go slow. I may be a little weird about it at first." They went out to the car and got in. Heather started the engine and looked over at Karin in the lights of the parking lot. Her face was flushed with excitement and she was licking her lips. Heather leaned over and kissed her cheek. "Come on lover, let's get you properly laid." Karin smiled. Her pussy had been wet as she slid out of the booth. She was now already anticipating fingers and tongue on and in her pussy and her belly went tight and a shiver went down her spine. In spite of her nervous uncertainty about this, her body was giving her very clear signals that it wanted this to happen, and happen very badly. The short drive took too long for both of them and they walked hand in hand into the apartment. They tossed their pocketbooks on the chair and Heather began to kiss Karin's neck, pushing her hair away from her ear, tickling it first with her tongue, then filling the ear with the tip of her tongue, its hot wetness sending a chill down Karin. She was moaning almost immediately. Somehow, Heather was hitting all her hot buttons like she was making love to herself. The way she always wanted her boyfriend to and he never seemed able. Or willing. Now, now she was on fire from this near perfect playing of her body. Heather's hands began to be busy on her back and then around to her front, unbuttoning the blouse and pushing it down off her shoulders. The white cotton bra came free in a quick motion and Heather's long fingernails ran up under one cup and traced the bottom of the breast, finally circling the hard, nicely shaped mound and closing gently on one of the now rock hard eraser sized nipples. Karin actually gasped very loudly and began to whimper. Her arousal soared beyond anything she could have imagined. Just the right place, just the right pressure. Her breast felt like molten lava inside and the tip was sending electric jolts straight down her belly to her clit. She could feel her clit swell and the pressure and fullness in her loins grew in leaps and bounds. In only seconds, Heather had her hotter than she had ever gotten when making love, and they were still standing in the middle of the floor, dressed. But Heather was now doing her best to get Karin's clothes off and the pile at their feet grew. As she unsnapped Karin's jeans, the zipper gave a buzzing sound and it was down and the pants then eased over her flowing hips, Heather's long nails adding to the trail of fire as they gently raked over Karin's hard bottom. Heather's own arousal began to scream skyward as her hands flowed over these wonderful curves and she trembled at the touch of the deeply tanned skin under her hands. She had dreamed of these plush hips all week and now they were under her hands, under her control. Her pussy was becoming liquid as she pushed Karin toward the bed. Karin was past doubt. Past uncertainty. Past confusion. Every nerve in her body was screaming and she felt herself loosing and giving control to Heather in a way she had never experienced before. And as she had never, ever done in the past, she let the self control slip away and sank into the warm waves of lust. In the distance, she heard herself making noise, groaning, moaning, yelling, but the waves of pleasure kept piling up. Already, she felt the beginnings of the final tidal wave of heat building in her thighs, as it always did just before she orgasmed, but tonight it was at a level she couldn't believe. Heather pushed Karin's now soaking wet panties aside and slipped a finger into the waiting hole, then two, and Karin's hips responded by bucking upward and beginning to jerk around involuntarily as Heather's experienced hand worked the inside of the vaginal walls, in and out, around, a steady rhythm of increasing speed. The smell of this lush pussy was too much and her lips and tongue joined in the feast. In that moment, as Heather's lips closed over Karin's now engorged clit and the tip of her tongue began to flick the button, Karin's cries became more focused and she began to yell. "Oh... Oh... OH!... Yes, that's... IT! MY GOD DON'T STOP! I... CAN'T... BELIEVE... OH!... I'MMMM... KKKK..." her stutter gave away the massive release that hit Karin as the orgasm took her over the edge and into space. Her hips lifted clean off the bed and her arms were pounding the mattress as wave after wave of electricity poured through her nervous system in cascades and her body responded with wild involuntary actions. At that moment, Karin had no idea of where she was, or who she was, but was totally lost to the control of the orgasm. And Heather was only just beginning. Heather found her own need for release too much to ignore and continued to lick and suck on Karin as she eased the snap free on her own jeans and her fingers found her clit. Swollen and poking out like it always did, it only took several strokes over the slick, wet fabric of her cotton panties and she joined Karin in bliss. The stain on her panties grew steadily. It felt wonderful, that wet coolness on her burning pussy. Karin began to come down from her high, but found the licking and sucking on her clit was already building up another orgasm. To her surprise, in the brief moment of lucid thought she had before it took control of her, she found it was not only going to be stronger than the last, but she now had her hands tangled in Heather's hair, holding her face to her cunt, urging her on for more and more. And then, with a wild scream, she came again. Her body was shaking all over and it was long minutes before it ended and the ripples of heat in her body began to slowly subside. Her nipples went rigid and her breathing was shallow, her mind very fuzzy. Without any question, she had just had the two most powerful orgasms she had ever experienced. Completely mind bending orgasms. On some fundamental level she knew she had entered into some new level of personal pleasure and freedom to enjoy her body. The feeling was wonderful. Heather wasn't about to relax or let Karin relax. She needed Karin to eat her and she just sat up, pulled off her jeans and panties, then moved over the kneel on either side of Karin's head, facing the headboard. Karin didn't hesitate, but began to kiss and lick the swollen pussy. She was amazed at the size and length of Heather's clit (everyone always was), but it turned her on to lick it and she got bolder and bolder and finally stuck her tongue into Heather's pussy and they both groaned out loud. It was all the signal Karin needed and she sank her tongue into Heather as far as it would go and found her mouth awash in Heather's essence. She found the taste indescribably delicious and swallowed again and again to avoid loosing a drop. Heather pulled her own blouse off and the bra followed and she reached up and cupped her now free orbs and began to pull on the nipples. Already semi-hard, they extended and became rigid pencils in her fingers. She ran her nails up and down their length over and over and she was panting and groaning. Karin may have been new at pussy eating, but she knew what she liked herself and did it all to Heather. Heather whimpered over and over and her back stiffened as her belly jumped and her hips bucked and jerked against Karin's mouth. Heather almost fell over backward, but caught the top of the headboard and held on. The orgasm was jolting and sudden, just as Karin took her long clit in her mouth, the heat of her tongue was too much and Heather was gone. Lubrication poured from her in a steady stream and Karin was licking it up and swallowing. Her first taste of another woman was wonderful and she was loving every second of this special new treat. And just like Heather before her, she gave no signs of stopping, but renewed her tongue lashing of Heather's pussy and in only a few short minutes, Heather rode another orgasm of such intensity that the backboard of the bed creaked in an alarming way as she uncontrollably pulled, pushed, and shook it. It was several minutes more before Heather finally slid down along side Karin and they rested in each other's arms. Karin looked like a contented cat. And she was fascinated with all of Heather's charms and couldn't keep her hands off those wonderful breasts with their long nipples and down below took the now half swollen clit between thumb and index finger and gave it several very gentle pulls and Heather groaned. It was hard again in an instant. Quite amazing, and so unlike her own body, Karin thought. Her almost total body tan contrasted so sharply with Heather's very white skin it looked like the dim light of the room was playing tricks on their eyes. The rest of the night was much the same. They made love all night. Everywhere. On the kitchen table. In the living room. Back on the bed. At the stove making breakfast. At the door as Karin had to leave to get to work in the morning, hands went down each other's pants one last time and they came once more, this time with Karin sucking furiously on Heather's tongue, their breasts pushed against each other and Karin's body shaking uncontrollably to the tune on Heather's probing fingers. Her orgasm was strong and left her as dazed as all the ones before. They stood like that for a long time, hands in each other's pants, and finally, they parted with a kiss. Heather got a devilish grin. "Want to go to the movies sometime during the week? I mean, not a date now, just movies? And something to eat afterward?" Karin laughed. "Not a date, right?" "Nope. Just a movie." "I'll call you. My boyfriend may have plans. Oh. I think you answered all my questions." "I thought I might. Showing is better than explaining sometimes." "Viva la difference!" Another brief kiss and Karin was off. Heather watched her swinging hips go down the stairs and ran back in to wash up and head for class. Her first period was sculpture and she was almost done with her semester's most important project and couldn't miss the time out to cut the class. To her amazement, after a week of such intense sex with Sherry and Karin, just thinking about seeing Traci again had her horny again. What good is washing up, she thought as she jumped into the shower. I'll be wet again before I get to my car. And a big grin crossed her face. Such a problem! ------- Chapter 24 Heather rolled over on her back and stretched. The kind of full body stretch that pulls every muscle in your body absolutely rigid. Her back arched and strained. Her voluptuous boobs stood up as perfect oversized tear drops, almost defying gravity, and her straining ribcage pushed the tender, swollen nipples toward the ceiling. Her flat belly went almost concave from the taut pull of the abdominal muscles. With her thighs tight together, pinching her clit hard between then, sparks were shooting pleasurably into her lower belly. Finally, relaxed like a cat, she practically purred as she rolled close against Traci's back so that her tits flattened and nipples dug into her lower sides and her pussy's deep black, copious bush scraped against Traci's ass and nicely presented cunt. Traci lay with her legs together, bent at the waist. Her pussy was thus framed between two muscled thighs, fully displayed to Heather if Heather had been a bit lower to see it. Heather didn't need to be lower to see it. She knew where every sensuous female part of her lover's body was, what it looked, felt and tasted like. One night, while Traci was tied spread eagle to the bed posts and a blindfold on and gag in her mouth, Heather had carefully licked ever-so-slowly every square inch of Traci's body until Traci was trembling like a leaf in the wind. She finally finished her off with a languid tongue stirring a thick mix of saliva and Traci's moisture around and around her button hard clit. At the very end, she took Traci's clit in her mouth and bit it just so. Hard enough to hurt. Hard enough to fire every screaming nerve in her pussy. Even with the gag, Traci's scream was loud. And her orgasm was of cataclysmic proportions, causing her to pass out. While she was out, Heather quickly untied her and stroked her body to help her come down. Traci never complained. Heather was by far and away the most sensitive, caring, eager, voluptuous, wanton lover she had ever had. She was deeply in love with her, but somewhat restricted by her current position as art professor to Heather being her student. Heather attracted lovers so easily it never ceased to amaze her. Even in her love, she never felt jealous of these other lovers, who came and went with regularity. Heather was always there when she needed her, wanted her. And Heather wanted and needed her just as badly, it certainly seemed. Her lovemaking never flagged, or lost its inventiveness. Heather was as close to being a sex maniac as anything she had ever experienced. And at the same time, she knew Heather never went looking for action. It found her. Great heaping gobs of it. And many of those partners she could have easily have been envious. And not a few had turned her head and made her horny as well. Traci had been twelve when she realized that it was the girls that turned her on, never guys. She had accepted her Lesbianism immediately. Over the years, she had had a few very close lovers, but never anyone who affected her like Heather. Whatever it was about the girl that made her tingle, made her think of her every waking moment, well, she liked it, wanted it, accepted it. When Heather made love to her, she gave her soul to Traci, her body just happening to be the way to heaven. Traci found herself almost uncontrollably horny around Heather. If there was something to the great chemistry theory of sex, they were probably proof of it in living, fornicating action. Their love making was often almost uncontrollably tempestuous. Frontal assault kissing. Tongues like swords, trying to conquer the other, teeth, hands, fingers, toes, fists, knees, anything that could rub, push, penetrate, tickle or torture the other was fair game until the other party just passed out either from violently explosive orgasms or from pure exhaustion. And coming to was surely a sign that you wanted more. Fuck me again. I can make you pass out again this time. I will fuck your brains out and leave you passed out in a pool of your own cum, my body's flow smeared over your face, hair, neck, tits, stomach, legs, toes. Any place, any time. Only the sensitivity of their teacher/student relationship caused them to show any restraint at all. Not that a quick car ride away from the campus didn't mean you couldn't hoist up a skirt, unsnap jeans, and in seconds have fingers disappearing from view in hot, steamy, soaking pussies, pumping rapidly until one or the other or both would give a groan and cum, the gasping catch of breath and sometimes unrestrainable cries signifying the sought after orgasm was achieved. They used each other's body like it was their own. And loved every second of it. Totally giving to each other. And taking if the mood so struck them. The previous night had been like that. A dinner at Traci's apartment, followed by a movie with a bottle of wine slowly disappearing. By mid-movie, Heather's long, carefully buffed nails were trapping Traci's nipples and pulling them out and around in circles, pinching just short of pain, then maybe just a bit more. Traci had ceased to be able to concentrate on the movie and tried to relax as Heather brought her along, using her nipples as the only place she was being touched. Her pussy had cried out for penetration, a dark stain soaking her panties and jeans, large enough to be visible to Heather, who grinned in secret, knowing she was getting the better of Traci. Horny herself, she waited for later. There was never any doubt that Traci would give as good as she got. Heather's own pants were not exactly unsullied at this point either. Heather had learned long before that Traci was capable of orgasms through nipple stimulation alone. And tonight, she brought Traci along, higher and higher in her arousal. Traci moaned and begged to be fucked, head now back on her lover's shoulder, she whispered filthy requests, begging and pleading for release, but she knew Heather would take her this way and secretly wanted it as well, only the waiting while her body responded so slowly was agony. Ecstasy. Agony. The minutes passed and her back began to arch. Her breathing was in explosive, ragged gasps, her belly was on fire with need, solid with tense nerves, her clit rock hard. Her breasts were swollen from the stimulation, stretching the skin taut, emphasizing the hot tightness in her whole chest. And below, her pussy and lower belly were on fire, and the pressure was mounting steadily, almost painfully. Traci knew at that exact moment the meaning of the word ecstasy. And then, in perfect timing to Traci's now almost frantic anguished gasps and moans, Heather pinched the twin nipples hard and twisted the rapidly from side to side and pulled them out painfully to their furthest possible extension. Traci yelled, gasped, and began to come. Her breasts were like liquid lava from the heat. And then Heather pulled the nipples up again as far as the straining fullness of her breasts would allow. It hurt, but the fire in their tips shot sparks into her cunt and her brain finally exploded in a wall of heat and light. They retired to the bedroom and stripped. Heather fucked Traci's face and immediately came as Traci trapped that outrageous clit between her teeth and licked it against the roof of her mouth like some exotic sucker. Falling then into bed, they proceeded to explore every part of each other like they had never been there before, cumming and cumming. It was late when exhaustion finally gripped them both at the same time and they slipped, no, fell into sleep. Now, Heather realized she needed to pee, so she carefully slipped out of bed and went into the bathroom and relieved herself. She freshened up a bit and came back into the bedroom. Traci was still out like a light. It was a bit early yet. Too early to wake Traci up and fuck her again. What a nice idea, Heather thought. I could use her tongue up me again. That snake of a tongue. The unspoken thought made her hot. She slipped on a red silk robe that stopped just above her bush and went into the kitchen and made some tea and sat sipping the tea and looking over the funny papers in the morning paper. After a bit, Traci still didn't wake up and Heather got lonely, so she slipped off the robe and slid into bed behind Traci again, only this time she was head down, looking right at Traci's framed snatch. The evidence of their wanton lovemaking was still smeared all over the lips of her pussy and down the backs of her thighs. Heather leaned forward and licked some of the dried juice, the taste reminding her of how much she loved to eat her lover. But now, she decided not to wake Traci up, but see just how horny she could get her before she did awake and become fully aware. She pulled her long hair around her head and took several small strands and bunched them together like a paint brush. Like a feather, she began to slowly paint the cum smeared lips and asshole, slowly, slowly, rubbing the tips along the tender flesh. Traci did not awake to the barely perceptible feeling. But her body responded none the less, and soon, the outer lips began to grow visibly deeper purple and swell. The swelling continued and her box would have opened to allow Heather to see up into her at this point, but the pussy was trapped tightly between Traci's thighs and so, the swollen members pursed and puffed out. Heather replaced her hair with the very tip of her tongue, barely touching her partner, she traced the outline of the lips and then trailed a thick layer of saliva down their centre. The faint taste of cum told her that Traci was aroused and lubricating behind those firmly pressed lips. Again and again she tongue fucked the outside of her lover's box and resisted the urgent desire to just plunge her tongue inside Traci's honey pot. After many minutes of this, she changed tactics and began to slip one of her long fingernails slowly inside, stopping just before the tip of her finger would touch Traci. Then out. Then in. Traci gave a whimper and Heather froze. After a bit, she started again and within a half minute, Traci gave another whimper. Heather continued on now, judging that Traci was having a horny wet dream and boy was she ready to help her along. The very slight gap in the lips caused by the curved nail was enough to let the dammed lubrication out and now Heather began to pant herself at sight and smell of her lover's juices flowing down the back of her thigh and ass. Traci began to moan and whimper and her body began to quake and shake the bed. Still asleep, her horny dream was about to become a very wet one. Judging the moment precisely based on the tenseness of her lover's body, Heather slid a finger deep into Traci and Traci's pussy spasmed and gripped it in a vice of orgasming muscles. The muscles gripped and gripped and the flow continued. Finally, Traci relaxed and Heather slowly withdrew the wet finger and sucked it clean. And Traci continued to whimper a bit, but was still asleep! Well, that was a new one. She got her off while she was sleeping! As horny as it made her to not get herself off at that moment, she decided to wait until Traci got up and get some relief from her lover. They had the whole day today, anyway. She knew by the end of it, Traci would have used her up and left her like a dishrag. And she could hardly wait. It was at that moment that the phone rang in the kitchen. She never answered the phone here. Too risky for Traci for anyone to know she was there. But, the answering machine kicked in and faintly, she heard Sherry's voice from the other room. "Traci, this is Sherry from the Dr.'s office. Remember me? I have been trying Heather's apartment and can't reach her. It is urgent that I speak to her immediately. If you know how to reach her, would you have her call 555-3597? Thanks. Sorry to bother you so early. A bit of an emergency here..." Heather had jumped out of bed and raced into the kitchen and picked up just before Sherry hung up. "Sherry? Sherry? Are you still on?" "Heather? Oh, I didn't expect you to be at Traci's." There was surprise and a bit of disappointment in her voice. "Yeah, well, we sort of have this thing going. I thought you knew." "Well, I didn't. I guess I should have realized, but, well, listen. That's not important right now. We have a problem. A big problem." The disappoint evident in her voice was now superseded by worry. "What, what is going on?" "Well, remember how we decided I should put Janet under and then tell her to stop fucking the patients using hypnosis? She was to go to the bathroom every time she was tempted? Well, last night after work, I put her under and brought her back to my place for some. Well, some sex. And that's when the problem started." "Well, what? You had sex and she woke up and caught you?" "No, just the opposite. We, I mean, I did my thing with her, took her back to her place, told her her car had broken down and that's why I was driving her, and then told her forget everything except the sex with patients thing and told her to wake up." "And?" "And she didn't. Wake up that is. Heather, I can't get her to come out of it. I'm scared. I've had her over at my place all night trying everything I could think of and nothing worked. I hoped she'd finally go to sleep and wake up OK, but she never drifted off. What should I do? God, I'm going to lose my job. This is really fucked up." And she started crying softly into the receiver. "OK. Calm down. There must be a reason for this. How are you doing?" "I'm exhausted, ready to fall over, and scared to death. She's walking around like she's had ten hours of sleep and is ready to go. Oh, gosh, I'm in so much trouble." "Have you told her to forget all the suggestions you gave her and just wake up?" "Yes, I told her everything was off. No dice. Look, I'm coming over there. And bringing her along." "What?! You can't do that! How the hell are we going to explain..." She never got a chance to finish. "I don't care." Sherry was crying. "I don't know what else to do." The click on the phone told Heather it wasn't any use arguing. Sherry was on her way. "Who was that?" Heather almost jumped out of her skin. Traci had walked up behind her. Naked. In spite of her confusion over the rapidly unfolding events, the sight if Traci's flushed face and still hard nipples reminded her of what she had just done to Traci and her own horny feelings only moments before. "Gosh, girl, I just had the fucking horniest dream I've ever had in my life. I mean, I was being held captive and couldn't move, and someone was just licking my pussy and tickling me and in the end, I just exploded. I need you to fuck me honey, take me right here on the table." She pushed the papers to the floor. Flat on her back, legs apart, her box was glistening with her love juice from her wet dream. "See? Look at how wet I am! Fuck me woman. Make me scream." It wasn't a command. It was begging. Pure, lusty sexual begging. I am your slave, please make me cum in your face. It couldn't be denied. Heather had drifted up to her, between her legs. The phone. Sherry. This wanton fleshpot begging to be fucked. Her mind spinning, her head drifted down like a magnet drew it and her tongue appeared between her opening lips and disappeared into the sopping hole and Traci cried out. "Yes. Oh, yes. Lick me! Ahhhhhhh! Lick it bitch!!!!!! Oh, my god I'm GOING to CUM ALREADY!! Ohhhh!! OHHHAHHHHH!!!" And she exploded like some sort of sex bomb, every nerve in her body shorting out. The session in bed, the wet dream, and now the long hair of her lover spread over her trembling belly, a hot tongue lashing her insides and clit were too much and she just came and came. Relentlessly, Heather took her with an energy driven by her own need. One hand was between her own legs working feverishly and she came repeatedly in time to Traci's groans. Heather was still licking furiously minutes later when the doorbell rang. And, with Traci's thighs tightly wrapped around her ears and heels resting on the small of her back, she didn't hear it. Traci groaned and came again and her legs lifted a bit as she tensed and released and this time the urgent ring of the bell broke through. Sherry! Oh, shit! Heather stood up suddenly and started wrapping her robe back around her. Not much good it would do, as her tits were almost exposed by it anyway even when closed and her pussy and ass were just in full view. Traci was till groaning and slowly opened her eyes. "That, lover girl, was fantastic. Come to bed and let me..." Traci was becoming more focused and realized Heather was pulling back and looked very, very nervous. "What's wrong, honey?" She sat up on the table and slid into her feet. The doorbell went again. "Oh, hell, we're both naked. Let me go get a robe." Traci started to head for the bedroom. "Please don't hate me." Heather was pleading. Traci stopped in her tracks and looked back. "Hate you? Hate you for what? Don't be silly!" She started to turn to go. "For this. Traci, it's time for you to climb Mt. Olympus." In desperation, Heather spoke the words that would trigger the subconscious suggestion left by her lusty doctor, putting her into a deep trance. It had the expected effect. Traci had started to walk forward, now put her hand on the doorjamb to brace herself as her head sank down and her eyes closed. Heather came over near her. "Traci, can you hear me?" The doorbell went again, insistently. Sherry must be freaking out. "Yes." A whisper. "I want you to go to the bed room and get dressed in some jeans and a nice blouse. Then sit on the bed and wait for me to come for you. Do you understand." "Yes. Jeans. Blouse. Wait. I understand." She moved slowly away, as if in a trance. Heather thought to herself. Shit, woman, she answered herself. She IS in a fucking trance. And then she ran to the front door and pulled it open. Sherry was there, almost ready to ring the bell again. Her face was streaked with tears, her eyes glowed red and she looked frantic and exhausted all at once. "For God's sake, it took you long enough..." her outburst was stopped by her focusing for a second on Heather's robe. Heather had never looked finer than at that moment, at least in an erotic way. Long coiled hair spilling down her back and front, proud, oversized upthrust tits poking through the robe and volumes of hair, black pussy hair clearly defining the well of her womanhood between her legs. And she was giving off that unmistakable aroma of sex. Recent, lusty, wet sex. Her face, hair, tits and pussy reeked of it. Sherry tuned to Janet and gently guided her into the apartment and sat her down on the sofa while Heather closed the door. Then she turned back to Heather. "I know I'm out of control. God you look good, babe. I must be interrupting a really good session. Sorry." Heather pulled the robe shut and realized just how naked she was. Not that she cared about Sherry's seeing her. She liked Sherry seeing her pussy, actually. But the Dr. was a problem if she suddenly woke up. She gave Sherry a big hug and held her tight. "Look, don't worry. Right now, go and make us some coffee and let me change. We have enough problems without you and I starting something up." "Well, I can't believe it, but as hot as you make me, right now I can hardly focus on anything. I'm excited and exhausted. Some combination. And I'm out of ideas on what to do about little Miss Hot Box over there." "Coffee and I'll be back in a minute." "Heather?" "Yes." Heather turned back. "Don't. Don't wash. You know?" "Still a bit horny?" Heather was grinning at the absurdity of it all. How could Sherry be horny when she was so tired? And then she thought, hell, I'm horny and I've been getting laid for hours, so it's just not her, at any rate. "Yeah. You smell so fucking lusty. Like a wench in heat or something. I like it. Best perfume you can wear for me. Remember that." "You are nuts. Let's keep focused, OK? Now, coffee, please" and she waved her toward the kitchen. "Yeah. Focused." Heather's tongue up her that was all she could focus on all of a sudden. "Focused, that's me." And she went to the kitchen. Her pussy was wet. Focused. Her clit was tingling. And she was humming under her breath, "I'm gonna get that girl right INTO my hair, I'm gonna get that girl right INTO my hair..." Not even realizing she was changing the words. Heather came back ten minutes later and the coffee was hot and poured. Sherry was sipping hers and looked up. Heather had covered up pretty well. At least, no naked skin was visible below her neck. But even above the smell of the fresh coffee, she could still sense the pure sex of the girl. And she smiled to herself. "What? What are you grinning at?" Heather was grinning too. "Thanks for not washing up." "Oh, THAT. You sex fiend. You're lucky I like to smell hot or I'd toss you out of here for being lewd to me." "You would not. You like it when I talk dirty to you." "Well, what they hell are we going to do? I can't keep Traci out much longer. I feel like I'm playing a mean trick on her." "Maybe Janet's afraid to come out because she thinks she's in trouble because we know about the sex thing with patients." Heather nodded. "You know, that makes a lot of sense. If the medical board or whatever found out, or a patient filed a lawsuit, she'd be in big trouble. So, we have to convince her that everything will be OK if she just stops fucking the patients any more. How are we going to do that?" "Well, let's ask her if she's scared of being found out first. Then we can try to sort it out." Sherry led the way into the living room. Her beautiful blond hair was a mess. Dirty, stringy, dull. A real rat's nest of tangles. Wonder what the hell she had Janet doing to her before it all went wrong, Heather was thinking as well. Sure would love to wash her hair for her and brush it out. Sherry was too focused on Janet to care about her hair. Sherry sat next to Janet and began to speak softly to her. "Janet, can you hear me?" "Yes." "Janet, did you enjoy having sex with your patients?" A baby voice, ashamed, scared, "Yes. Oh, yes." "Did it make you hot?" "Yes. Very hot. Just thinking about making them have sex with me. Yes." "What would happen if one of them found out what you were doing?" Janet seemed to shrink and fear etched her face. "It would be... terrible. Embarrassed. I'd would lose my license to practice. Leave town. Leave you." Sherry seemed taken aback at that last. "Leave me? That would bother you?" "Yes. Oh, yes." Her voice was very small. "I love you." Sherry looked stunned. Heather was stunned as well. "You've never told me that you liked me." "I never had the nerve. To tell another woman I loved her. Please don't be mad at me." Sherry put her arm around the trembling woman. "I'm not mad at you, Janet. I just never knew. I promise I'm not mad at you. I like you too." Janet seemed to perk up a bit. "It's OK. To love you?" The little girls voice. How incredibly vulnerable she sounded. "Yes, of course it's OK." It was silent for a moment. Heather mouthed to Sherry, "She never told you, or gave you a sign?" Sherry whispered. "Nothing. And I've got pretty damn good radar. God, this woman must be really repressed." "How does that make you feel?" Sherry looked confused. "I really don't know. She's very nice and very sexy, and I've often thought we could be close friends, but it was work and I didn't want to mess it up. Sex at work can be bad news. Especially with the boss. Maybe I wasn't being very approachable for her." "I didn't find that a problem." Heather was grinning. "Yeah, well, there must be chemistry with us, or something." Sherry grinned weakly back at Heather. "Janet, we know you have had sex with your patients." "Yes." "Does it make you afraid?" "Oh, yes." Janet was shaking. She looked terrified. "Now listen to me Janet. No one is going to tell anyone about your little secret. But you must stop and not do it any more. If you feel you need to have sex, you are to ask me to go to the ladies room with you. I promise I will make love to you. Then you can leave the patient alone. Do you think you can do that?" "Make love to me. When I need to have sex." "Yes, any time. You must just ask me. I promise never to say no to you." Sherry was looking at Heather for a sign. Maybe jealousy? Heather was surprised at Sherry's offer of free relations on demand, but other than that, she was basically happy this was all going to wrap up. Now to get them out of here. It was quiet for a moment. Janet whispered. "Traci." Heather asked, "What about Traci, Janet?" "Traci, must not know. But she makes me very hot." Heather volunteered, "She finds you very attractive. Traci told me if you want to have sex with her, you should ask." "Traci, ask her?" "Yes, just ask her. She's very sexy and likes a lot of sex. With women." "Ohhhh..." "Do you think you could wake up now?" "Yes, I can wake up now." Heather was alarmed. "Wait, into the kitchen. We have to talk." She dragged Sherry into the kitchen. "Are you nuts? She can't wake up here! What are we going to say to her about why she is here. Or Traci, for that matter?" "Let's just plant the thought that Traci invited us both to breakfast and we'll cook something and set up the plates and plant them at the table and bring them out of it together, in mid-conversation. Can't miss." "Right, and you look like hell, Traci's naked in there, well, no, I told her to get dressed." Sherry pressed on, "Look, let me shower and brush out and you cook. What?" "Oh, nothing." "What, come on." "Well, I wanted to wash your hair." Sherry looked surprised and very, very pleased. "I'll save it for you. You can join me in the shower. Give me a five minute head start in there and then slip in." She grinned. "Into anything you want." Heather grinned back. And they both jumped up. It took only minutes to set the table, start up some bacon on low heat and get ready to make toast and fry eggs. Breakfast would be easy to whip up. Off in the distance, Heather heard the shower start. She slipped into the bedroom and Traci was still sitting in the chair, head down. Heather pulled her blouse off and slipped out of her jeans. Not having any underwear on was definitely a plus in these circumstances. In the bathroom, she made sure there were several towels out, got her hair dryer from under the sink and several clean brushes and then, carefully pulled open the show door and stepped in behind Sherry. Sherry had her back turned to her and possibly for the first time, Heather marvelled at the sleek body of this woman. Slightly taller than Heather, her blond hair was now wet and hung in a water slick mass down the centre of her back to just above her tail. Not only was her hair luxurious, but there was plenty of it. Almost too thick. Probably a real pain to take care of properly. The square shoulders tapered to a narrow waist and the trim hips of a swimmer. Her legs were pencil straight, with a perfect gradual reduction in thickness from the pussy down to her nice ankles and small feet. Not visible from this close angle were the two pert, almost hard mounds that graced her front. Her knew those tits would be hard from the sting of the shower spray and without warning, stepped up against Sherry, pressing her own jiggling tits hard into her back and reached around with both hands and took the grapefruit sized mounds into her hands and squeezed. "Ahhhhhh! Oh, Heather, honey, that is sooooo... nice. You really do know my hot spots. Ahhhhh.!!" Heather squeezed harder and pinched the nipples, now hard points. She was a soaked as Sherry at this point and her own lengthening nipples dragged down Sherry's back as she squatted behind the woman's tight ass and reached in and buried two fingers deep in her waiting pussy. Sherry moved her legs further apart and Heather responded with another finger, their thrusting and strumming getting Sherry to the brink of orgasm in seconds flat. "Shit. Oh, SHIT! That's GOOD!" Her breath was ragged and tearing as she fought to breath and at the same time welcome the orgasm that was about to tear through her. "I'm cummmmmmm... !!" No good. Her breath was driven from her and Heather stroked on, faster and faster. "No. Oh, no. I can't. No more oh baby oh baby oh oh oh OH OH! Ohhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhh!" She exploded again. Heather was a woman and gave Sherry what she herself liked. Once more over Sherry's almost desperate pleadings and Sherry collapsed weakly against the stall wall, groaning from her release. Heather picked up the shampoo and worked it into the woman's almost impossibly thick mass of hair. Soon, a flood of suds mixed with the trickle of lubrication draining from Sherry and disappeared down the drain. Sherry finally pushed away from the wall and kissed Heather hard. Passionately, groaning into her mouth. Her tongue announced its entrance as a hot poker tearing around Heather's mouth like a wild animal. Heather suddenly felt Sherry's fingers glide down her belly, through the forest of hair and she stiffened as Sherry took her as violently and relentlessly has she herself had taken her. As the shower wet fingers slid home into her honey pot, she cried out into Sherry's mouth. Her enormous clit was fully extended and Sherry trapped it between her palm and Heather's belly and rubbed it as she pumped her fingers in and out. Heather's mouth tore free. "Oh, my God, that's ahhhh uaaaaaaa nnnnn" She exploded from the heat in her pussy. The pumping fingers picked up speed and her rock hard clit was super sensitive as Sherry rolled it up and down through the matt of hair on her lower belly. The nerves were screaming, but her belly bucked and she felt herself jerk and then her legs turned to water and she came again so hard she saw stars. Sherry held her up with fingers buried deep. One more for good measure at a slightly slower pace and then they just held each other, the water streaming down over them. "Sherry, honey, let's get your hair rinsed and we have got to get this show on the road." She kissed the blond hard on the mouth, her tongue swiftly sweeping the inside of Sherry's mouth. "That was really different. I liked that a lot. Like you just raped me. Or something. It was so fast." "Me too. Ummm. OK, rinse me." Heather worked at getting all the soap out, but it took time. Finally she killed the water and reached out, grabbed a towel and began drying Sherry's hair by patting it down between layers of towel and Sherry did the same for Heather. Then they stepped out and towelled each other off quickly, with a lingering quick slip of the finger into their still very moist slits. That had both of them grinning. "Oh, shit, I smell burning bacon. I'll be right back." Heather sprinted to the kitchen and found just a little of the bacon was turning dark and she turned it and laid the slices out on the other sides and let is cook, lowering the heat. She turned a burner on as low as possible under the egg pan and slipped in some bacon grease and ran back to the bedroom. Sherry was in the bathroom blowing her hair dry, but it was clear this was going to take a while. Heather towelled hers again and decided to dress and go cook. She told Sherry and went and finished the breakfast preliminaries. Checking the plates and everything, she helped Sherry run a brush through the now brilliantly restored blond hair that cascaded down her back like a cape for a minute and then announced it was now or never. She guided Traci into the kitchen and Sherry got Janet from the living room and they placed them opposite each other. Then they filled their coffee cups and took a deep breath. "OK, now, you wake them up. Make sure to tell them why they are here and to forget anything else that happened. Ready?" Heather inquired. Sherry nodded. "Now, Traci, Janet. Can you hear me?" "Yes." A chorus of replies. And she gave them her instructions. And then started the countdown to five. Coming out, waking up, fully awake. "Hey, you guys, how many times do I have to ask you how you like your eggs?" Heather sounded a bit impatient. Traci and Janet just blinked and looked around, clearly puzzled. "Well?" Sherry chirped. "Two, over easy please. And is a piece of toast, not too dark, possible? I seem to be ravenous this morning." "Great, now we're cooking. Traci, I suppose you want the usual one egg sunny side up?" Traci smiled and just said "Of course." Janet still looked puzzled, but ordered two eggs over easy and sipped her coffee. "I'm so glad you asked us over. You have such a nice place. And Heather appears to be the perfect short order cook." Sherry kept up the light banter. "That's artist to you, lady. I'll kill the first person who ever calls me a cook again!" Everyone laughed as Heather expertly slid finished eggs and toast on plates. The bacon was on a plate in the middle for all to grab. The burned edges were carefully hidden. "God, I'm famished. You'd think I was up all night rowing a boat or something." Heather said, smiling at Traci. "Well, that's not far off the mark, I think." Everyone laughed. Traci was always sure to let everyone know their love making was, if nothing else, long and energetic. But Janet was still quite puzzled. "You know." She paused. Heather and Sherry waited with baited breath. "You know, I must be working too hard. I'm only now beginning to enjoy this morning. Must have needed the coffee more than usual. I really do feel like I've been up all night." She plowed into her eggs. "But you look so relaxed." "You know. I am. Like something has been lifted off my shoulders." She continued to eat. "Me too." Traci said. "It's like I could just fall right asleep." She looked back and forth at Heather and Sherry. "Janet, maybe it's time for Heather and Sherry to go play jumping jacks." "Yes, they should." Traci smiled at Janet over her coffee cup as Sherry and Heathers' eyes closed and their heads sunk to their chests. They both burst out laughing. Traci dug into her egg. "Can you believe how easy this was? They both walked right into it." She shook her head in wonderment. But Janet got a curious look on her face. "Do you remember us planning to do this at breakfast?" "Come to think of it, no I don't. But I'm awfully busy, and, well, it must have slipped my mind. I mean, we talked about it so many times in your office. Where and when to get them together and how to get them under our control. And what game to play with them. Gosh, Janet, seeing them under like this really has me all hot and bothered. You were right about what a powerful feeling it gives you." Not looking totally convinced, Janet nodded. And kept staring at Traci. She picked at her food for a bit, then looked up. "I. I, well, there is something I've been meaning to ask you. I. Well. " She took a deep breath. "I think you're very sexy, and I mean, well, could we go out?" The last was a surprise and Janet had no idea why she said it. And turned beet red. "I was wondering if you'd ask me. I'd love to. As a matter of fact, I think you're sexy too. And with these two sleeping beauties here, right now might be a good time to have a date." "You mean, now?" "Sure." She took Janet's hand in hers. "Come on. I made the bed." "But." "No buts. If you date me, lady, you better bring a change of underwear with you at all times. I have a big appetite." And led her to the bedroom. And paused in the door. "Well, I'll be damned. I could have sworn I made that bed. Oh, well, we're just going to mess it up anyway." And she pulled Janet very gently toward her and they kissed. She shut the door but in less than five minutes, Janet's moans began to be heard through the apartment. Heather and Sherry slept on. The bacon got cold. ------- Chapter 25 Karin knocked on the door and waited for Heather to let her in. After a few minutes, she knocked again, louder. Did Heather forget they were supposed to go shopping this morning for some hot outfits? No, her car was out in the parking lot. Another wait and she realized that either Heather forgot, or she was still asleep. Hopefully alone. It was that last thought that brought a big grin to her face and she reached over the sill of the door, found Heather's emergency key and unlocked the door. Then she replaced the key carefully and let herself into the apartment. There was no one in the apartment in the living room or the study room where Heather did her school work and paintings. But she could smell freshly cooked bacon and eggs, so she decided that maybe she should make her presence known and not frighten her. "Heather, it's Karin." She called softly toward the kitchen, advancing slowly. "Heather?" Still no response. She reached the kitchen door and peeked in. To her amazement, she found Heather fast asleep at the table with a gorgeous lean blonde leaning on her shoulder, a plentitude of her silky blond hair cascading down over Heather's front, only the tip of Heather's large breast was pushing the blouse above the tide of hair. Just the sight of Heather's gorgeous boobs, even covered as they were, reminded Karin how hot she was to go to bed with Heather again. This morning had seemed such a great opportunity after they had shopped and bought a bunch of sexy stuff. There had to be time afterward to come back and try it all on again for each other and then... She sighed. Who was the blond? Another lover. She didn't wonder at that. Heather was SO attractive and from the short time she had known her, she had observed just what a cunt magnet she was. If they were at all inclined, they just picked up on her and came running. Turning her thoughts bact to the tableau in front of her, she decided this couldn't be Traci. She was too young. And, even though she could see her figure only above the waist, she could see that this girl's breasts were considerably smaller than Heather's description of Traci's shape. No, not Traci. It was then she realized what a strange situation she was looking at. There were four plates on the table, all with warm food on them, some partially eaten. Warm coffee still steamed from several cups. Even more remarkable was the fact that there was still food on Heather and the blonds' forks, as though they fell asleep in mid bite. Heather was breathing quietly, but the blond was snoring gently. Even though she had only recently begun to realize she was bi-sexual and attracted to girls as well as men, Karin felt an immediate strong attraction to the blond. That hair sure was gorgeous. Must be a lot of work, but worth it if you could get it to look like that. She felt a bit jealous. She found her hand running over her own medium length sun splashed brunette pony tail. She knew her own hair was pretty nice, but her job just didn't leave much opportunity to do much in the way of fancy hair styles and she'd never grown it really long, as it went out of fashion while she was still in high school. Heather's darker hair was nice too, long and permed for body, she was a real babe with all that volume hanging and swaying down her back almost to her waist. Heather had told her how sensuous it always felt on her bare back. How it made her nipples hard to walk around without a top and let it brush back and forth across her lower back. Long, yes, she'd let it grow long. To hell with the job. She'd just bind it up at work. All this took only seconds. What the name of hell was going on? "Heather?" She didn't move or respond. "Heather?" This time she pushed her on the shoulder a bit. Still nothing. What the heck, it was as if... "Don't bother, she's been hypnotized." Karin almost jumped out of her skin at the sound of Traci's unexpected voice behind her. "Oh!" She gasped and gave a large start and had to put a hand out to steady herself as her knees almost gave way. "Sorry to frighten you. Who are you and how did you get in?" Traci wasn't particularly afraid of the woman. She instantly assumed she was another friend of Heather's that she didn't know about yet. It took a second for Karin to find her voice, her heart was still racing. "I'm Karin, a friend of Heather's. I used her emergency key over the door. We were supposed to go shopping and she didn't answer the door. I thought maybe she overslept." "Traci." She held out her hand. She almost added "Heather's permanent sex partner", or lover, or life partner, or something to stake a claim. She immediately sensed that, yes, here was another of Heather's moths to the flame. A quick once over revealed the reason for the attraction. Pretty, great figure, wonderful hips and legs. Dazzling smile. A bit nervous at the moment. Not just wonderful hips, truly great hips. Like her own. And she knew how crazy Heather got for her down there. "Can I ask what is going on here?" Karin inquired. "Well, that, is a long and complex story, and a bit confusing. I'm not sure I understand it all myself." "Try. Can't we wake her up?" She looked over at Heather. "Well, maybe in a bit. Let's go in the living room and chat. Would you like some coffee?" "Please." Cups filled, they settled into opposite ends of the love seat. Karin had discretely watched Traci walk around and saw that Heather's detailed intimate description of Traci's charms was totally on target. Traci's large full breasts did shimmer in a totally enticing pattern as she moved around. Her own smaller, firmer breasts had a bit of bounce to them if she went braless, but Traci's were almost hypnotic and she felt her own level of arousal grow. It didn't hurt that Traci was extremely attractive and very relaxed, even inviting, to boot. "From the beginning. OK. I started going to a psychiatrist about a year ago to deal with some issues I had. I don't think we need to go into that. Anyway, at one of the sessions, Janet, the Dr., she told me she couldn't see me anymore, as she was finding herself very attracted to me and felt she would compromise the doctor-patient relationship if I continued as a patient. We talked for a while, and it turned out that she wanted to hypnotize me as part of the therapy, but that she felt she might use the opportunity to do something sexual with me while I was under, so she couldn't proceed. She made it plain that she had never had a problem like this with other women patients, but she was very careful about maintaining a proper doctor/patient relationship at all times. A personal and professional code of ethics. I was very impressed, I can tell you. It took a lot of guts for her to say it." "I was very surprised at her open discussion of this, and very impressed with her honesty. I asked her why she didn't just ask me to go out, or something. You should have seen her. She blushed bright red and admitted she was very attracted to women, but never had to courage to do anything about it." "Anyway, I told her that she didn't need to be afraid to put me under, as I completely trusted her. If she wanted to go out and experiment a bit, she should just ask. She thought it over and a couple of weeks later, she agreed and we continued the sessions. Along the way, we did go out a few times. No, Heather doesn't know. Just as I didn't know about you." She looked over at Karin and Karin blushed bright red. "Anyway, we would get to talking about hypnotism and one night she told me that she had hypnotized her receptionist, Sherry - the blond in the kitchen - without her knowledge. She planted the thought that the receptionist would believe that she had actually hypnotized Janet, instead of the other way around, and she should use this to put her under and have sex with her whenever she wanted." "Then, she would pretend to be hypnotized when Janet would say the trigger words and they would have sex. Lot's of it, apparently, as Sherry has a pretty big appetite in that category. And Janet loved it, as she found that pretending for her was a very powerful turn on. And allowed her to have lesbian sex without having to deal with her hang-ups about it. She's very, very fond of Sherry. I think she loves her, in fact. She hasn't had the courage to face that, or Sherry, outside of the fake hypnotic sessions." "Sounds a bit perverted to me." Karin slipped in her thoughts. "Well, it get's a bit worse, I'm afraid. One day, I had to have Heather drop me at Janet's for a session and she came up to wait in the cool waiting room. Somehow, Sherry managed to hypnotize Heather and plant a code word in her mind. She also told Heather about the game with Janet and the code word she used to hypnotize her. And the code word for real that Janet used to hypnotize me during the session. And about the sex thing with Janet. Are you clear on all this?" "Yes, I think so. Let's see, Janet hypnotizes you for real, but it's strictly professional. No hanky-panky. Sherry only thinks she hypnotizes Janet, and when pretending, Janet and Sherry have sex. Lots of sex. Sherry hypnotizes Heather for real and plants a post hypnotic suggestion to put her under again. And spills the beans, as she knows or understands them, to Heather. Right?" "Yes, OK. Well, Heather got real concerned about me being hypnotized for sex without me knowing, thinking that Janet was abusing me. Apparently Sherry thought it might actually be happening as well. The day Heather was there at the office, I did take off my blouse to let it dry a bit, as it was so damn hot out. I must have been sloppy about tucking in or something, so they jumped to conclusions. She and Sherry decided to stop Janet to protect me by planting a suggestion for her to have sex with Sherry every time she wanted to have sex with a patient." "It was all very stupid. I could have just told Heather the truth about Janet and me and that would have ended it, but it got carried away and crazy last night. Sherry hypnotized Janet and took her home and they had some very hot sex. Then, she planted the thoughts to get her to think of Sherry about sex instead of her patients. Only, Janet decided to have some fun and not wake up. She drove Sherry crazy and then felt she couldn't figure out how to come to, so just kept playing she was under. Sherry decided to bring her over here to figure out with Heather what they should do." "I was here and Heather must have used the trigger word to hypnotized me. I woke up at the breakfast table with them chatting away. Janet was playing along and acted as if she just woke up. Then, we got carried away and hypnotized them. And there they sit." Karin didn't know what to think. Mostly, what the hell! "Where is Janet?" She finally asked. "Asleep in the bedroom. She and Sherry were up all night and were pretty damn active, if you know what I mean. She was exhausted. They're both exhausted, in fact." "Let's wake up Heather, at least. I want to go shopping." And get her away from you idiots, she was thinking. And then realized that Traci probably wanted Heather to stay home with her. Damn, double damn. "That's a great idea, actually. I need to get her out of here so I can get Janet home as well. I'll go wake her up. Wait here." "Traci?" "Yes?" "You guys need to knock off all this hypnotism stuff. Somebody is going to get hurt or screwed up. It's weird." "I know. Maybe you can help." "Ummm, I don't know, but I'll think about it." Traci disappeared into the kitchen and a few minutes later, she reappeared with Heather in tow. "Gosh, I completely forgot! Let me change real quick and we are out of here. Be right back." And she ran into the bedroom to change. And in a minute was back. "Traci, what the hell is Janet doing sleeping in my bed?" She was very puzzled. "She came over with Sherry this AM and fell asleep right in the middle of breakfast, remember? We put her in there a while ago. Gosh, talk about being forgetful." "I forgot." Heather looked puzzled. What a morning. First she forgot Karin, then Janet being in the bed. Wow. She ran back in and changed into jeans and a top and ran a brush through the volume of her hair. Just a touch of lipstick, a pair of flats with no socks and she reappeared. "Let's go. Back later Traci. Are you going to be here?" "Maybe. I have to run a bunch of errands. We'll see. Have fun. Don't spend too much money." Knowing full well that Heather had a pocketbook full of credit cards with huge limits, backed by her parents. Not that Heather ever spent much on herself. Actually, a spoiled but frugal woman. "OK!" And they were out the door. Traci went back into the bedroom and watched Janet sleep for a moment, then she made a cup of hot coffee, cleaned up the kitchen and read the morning paper. Finally, she decided to wake up Sherry and let her deal with Janet later. "Sherry, I'm going to count to five slowly and when I reach five, you'll be fully awake. Can you hear me?" The answer was a continuation of the gentle snoring that had been filling the kitchen. Traci decided Sherry had actually fallen asleep, just as exhausted as Janet from the night's activities. Serves her right. She managed to get her just awake enough to walk her into the bedroom and lay down on the bed next to Janet. She covered them both up, left a note on the kitchen table for them if they woke up while she and Heather were gone. Once last check to make sure the door was locked and she was out the door. Heather and Karin pulled up in front of the lingerie shop in an exclusive neighbourhood. Karin had been watching the very expensive homes they were passing and knew the shop would be way too expensive for her budget. Well, maybe she'd find something simple, just to save face. They parked and just before they got out, Heather reached over, ran her fingers around behind Karin's head, tangling the hair in her fingers and kissed Karin very deeply for some minutes. When they pulled back, Karin was very hot. "Now look, my Mom and Dad have tons of money. I never spend much of it, even though they don't care how much I spend, as long as I do well at school. What I'm trying to say is, just pick out what you want and let me pay for it all. It's just a gift from them to us. OK?" Karin hesitated. She was very proud of being out on her own, making her own way. And doing very well at it. "I don't know." "What's the use of having a rich friend if you never take advantage of it once in a while?" Heather laughed. "Come on, before I kiss you again and we never get to shopping at all." Karin smiled. THAT was the truth. And that settled it. They jumped out, locked up the car and walked inside arm-in-arm. "Hi Heather! Long time no see!" A pretty woman with a very trim figure greeted them from the back of the store. "Hi Jean. This is my friend Karin. We are here to do some serious damage to your stock. You still on commission?" The woman had walked up to them and shook hands with Karin, looking her over quickly. Not exclusively sexually, but also a habit from fitting people. This babe would be a joy to fit, she decided instantly. Perfect sized breasts to fit almost everything in the store and make the top fill out properly, and great waist/hips combo to really show off anything with french cut legs. And that deep tan was going to make anything white on her sensational, especially if she was tan all over. "No, not anymore. I bought the place! Can you believe it?" "That's super! How's business?" Heather gave her a hug. Karin sensed immediately that the two were just friends and the hug wasn't sexual. She relaxed. And was surprised at herself for even wondering. "It's been really good. I'm going to start a second store down on your side of town with a line just a little bit cheaper to let the poor students enjoy the finer things as well. I just need to find a good store manager." She was walking them over toward long racks and shelves of every conceivable type of lingerie Karin could imagine. In the back, she spotted a whole line of leather products. Jean spotted her gazing around. "Latex stuff is in the back, if that's your thing. I found a lot of people are interested, but won't be caught dead looking at it in public." "You mean rubber stuff?" Karin asked. "You bet. The works. You'd look great in a rubber merry widow, Karin. Just the right boobs and waist. Oh, the sex toys are back there as well, in the usual place. OK, you're on your own. Just put the stuff you pick out on the counter over here and we'll settle up when you're done." "Great Jean. OK, Karin, let's shop. What do you like?" "I LOVE silk stuff. And," her voice dropped, "can we check out the rubber room before we leave? I've never even seen any of that type of thing." "Sure, why are you whispering?" Heather laughed. "I agree with Jean, a rubber outfit would look outrageous on you. Definitely have to do that before we leave." Karin grinned. This was going to be fun. And hot. She headed for the racks of silk underwear and began picking out silk panties. Jean materialized at her elbow. "Do you shave?" "What?" "Your pussy. Do you shave it?" Jean's question was a total surprise. "Ummm, no. I mean, I trim a bit for bathing suits in the Summer, but..." She had considered it once, but it was to far out for her at the time. "Well, if you want to get the real erotic thrill of silk as only a woman can experience it, you need to try it on a bare pussy. Now that is a real treat, and it lasts all day, every day." "Really? I didn't know that. I've never actually shaved myself. Not brave enough, I guess." "Want to try it?" Now this question was an even bigger surprise. "You mean now?" "Sure. I've got a nice bathroom in back and all the equipment we need. I'll help you this first time." A statement inviting herself to have very intimate contact with her. "I..." Heather overheard the conversation and wandered over. "Go ahead. She's never convinced me to do it, but that is because Traci likes me really bushy. But some of my friends swear it's the only way to go. And they agree with her about the silk on bare pussy thing. Say it's heaven." Jean laughed and said, "Well, young lady, it's two against one! Let's do it." She grabbed Karin's elbow and they headed back to the bathroom, Karin looking back nervously over her shoulder at Heather, who grinned and waved her on to the bathroom. What am I getting myself into, Karin thought on the way. And felt her belly tighten with anticipation of being intimately touched between her legs. They settled in and Jean soon had Karin out of her jeans and panties. Karin's bush was a nice light brown and not very thick. Jean observed that yes, Karin was tan all over. Not a tan line to be seen. "Oh, you'll have it easy, Karin. Here, sit on the chair and put your legs over the sides." This opened Karin completely up to Jean. "I'm glad you're not nervous. You're not, are you?" She glanced up. "Well, a bit. I don't usually have another woman touching me down there. Especially with a razor! Only my Doctor." She was very tense. "And Heather?" Jean laughed lightly, busy at the sink running hot water. "Well, now that you mention it, yes." She was blushing bright red again. "Don't be embarrassed. Heather beds an amazing number of people. She's not my type, but we get along great as friends. Now you, on the other hand..." Her voice trailed off as she lightly ran her fingers over Jean's womanhood, almost absentmindedly. It was clear she was comfortable being in charge and knew her way around a woman's sensitive parts intimately. She detected that Karin was already damp with anticipation. Jean liked her women hot and hairless, and Karin held out every promise of being the former and in minutes would definitely be the latter. Karin shivered from the sensation. Jean picked up a pair of scissors and began to clip while Karin watched intently. Jean's fingers were very gentle and she was very careful with the scissors as she worked. Soon, a modest pile of clipped hair was on the seat of the chair and Jean ran her fingers over Karin again and again. Karin was getting very aroused from all this contact on these sensitive areas. And Jean knew exactly how to guide her arousal upward. One finger lingered just a moment on the now puffy mound above Karin's still shrouded clit and Karin shivered again and gave an involuntary sign and breathy whimper. "OK, now a hot towel to soften everything up, then we use the razor." She went to the sink and ran the water very hot and soaked a wash cloth. Jean was already dripping herself from handling Karin's pussy. She found shaving another woman an intense turn on and always made a big deal out of making it last forever. After making sure the clothe wasn't too hot, she carefully applied it. The heat roared through Karin's already tense groin and belly and began to relax her a bit, the nervous tension draining away and an almost overwhelming sensation of erotic heat flowed through her nervous system. After a couple of minutes of patting it and gently moving it around, all quite unnecessary, Jean removed it and spread on shaving cream. Her fingers lingered a bit here and there over the now slightly swollen lips and stroked them, knowing they were now many times more sensitive than when they started. Karin was now fully wet from the inside and her breathing was definitely getting shaky. "OK?" Karin nodded. A fingertip slid inside the now very swollen lips. Karin looked up and locked eyes with Jean. The finger slowly slid in her vagina to its full length and Karin groaned. The delightful sensation caused her hips to buck and try to drive the finger in deeper. It withdrew a bit. And her hips settled back down, but her pussy cried out at its withdrawal. Razor now raised, Jean shifted her focus from seducing this eager woman and became very intense as she worked, carefully guiding the new razor over the very sensitive skin. Finally, she pulled the now inflamed red lips out straight, stretching the skin tight, and in several careful swipes, they were cleaned of all trace of hair. Karin's mound followed quickly. The wash cloth removed all the rest of the cream and Jean began to slowly rubbed lotion into the now bare skin to sooth and prevent irritation. The lotion was carefully applied and the stroking and rubbing went on much longer than necessary just to apply it. Karin's breath was tight and her belly was tightening as Jean's fingers found all her hot spots. Her bare pussy felt so much more sensitive than ever before. And Jean's expert manipulation had every nerve in her pussy and belly screaming. She was on fire. Karin's eyes closed and she sighed and groaned a bit. Please don't stop, her mind was crying to itself, but she was unable to verbalize it for Jean. "Should I stop?" Jean asked quietly, her fingers still busy, sensing Karin's need to be finished off. Karin knew she should say no with Heather right outside. Casual sex with a stranger in the bathroom of a store. But it felt so fucking good. And her pussy was clearly in charge at the moment. She was too far gone to just stop. "No. That feels wonderful." Jean responded to Karin's reply by now sliding two of her long fingers and carefully polished and buffed red nails deep into the inflamed cunt. Very slowly, she pumped and watched the strong emotions of lust flicker across Karin's face in reaction. Jean loved to watch her lover's face as she fucked them and her own belly tightened in response to Karin's now uninhibited display. The feeling of power over Karin was overwhelming and she was tingling. The heat of the pussy gripping her fingers in spasms was another immense turn on. Soon, she would experience the moment she craved the most. Jean slowly leaned down and used her hot tongue to run up and down the now very swollen outer lips. Karin gasped at the touch of the hot wet tongue and groaned loudly. "My god, that's good. Oh, Oh." Jean continued to lick. This was so completely different shaved. Like another ten thousand nerves were now alive. Karin was now almost dripping as she got hotter and hotter. "I want to eat you." "Yes, oh yes, eat me. Put your tongue in me. Ohhhhhhh..." Jean complied, driving her long tongue deep inside Karin's now fully inflamed box. As she did, she ran a hand up under her own skirt and pulled her own silk lace panties aside from her own opening and pushed three fingers in as deep as they would go. Her groan was muffled deep in Karin's cunt. Karin's legs were wrapped over the arms of the chair and she levered her pelvis up again and again to meet the thrusting tongue. Her arms gripped the chair in spastic clenches as Jean's tongue lapped out the copious lubrication now pouring from Karin's deliciously naked pink pussy. Karin's face was a continuous motion of lust driven contortions as her sex drive kicked into overtime and she began to build rapidly to an orgasm. Even in her own rapid climb to orgasm, Jean sensed the pending explosion and began to flick Karin's clit with her tongue each time she came up for air. And then Karin gave a grunt, the breath was driven from her by a massive release as her orgasm took her by storm. Her pelvis mashed her pussy tight against Jean's eager mouth and a wild groan announced her rapidly approaching orgasm to the world. Jean continued to suck on the swollen clit and Karin immediately released again. "Oh, my... ohmyohohoh... my... god. No. No! NO! Ahhhhhhhhhh!" Jean's hand moved rapidly in an out of her own honey pot and her thumb began to mash her clit and she joined Karin, her own cry a small squeak, lost in Karin's much louder outburst. It was some minutes before her head cleared. "Oh, was I making a lot of noise?" Her voice was a whisper and her hands were still shaking. She never made sounds when she came. "A bit. Quite delightful, I can assure you. I like my women noisy. And a bit raunchy." Karin realized through the continuing fog of her post orgasmic letdown that Jean had just seduced her and was bragging about it. She was in control. And Karin knew it. She grinned at Karin. "Now, let's try on those silk shorts while your pussy is still delightfully swollen so you get the full effect!" Grabbing a towel, she dried the inflamed pussy after making a point of slipping a slim index finger in full length and then licking it off while Karin stared. You're still mine, the action said. Karin's pussy screamed for more. Then Jean slid one leg of the dainty panties up Karin's leg as Karin managed to weakly swing the other onto the floor and begin to stand up. Jean helped her step into the other leg hole and then she pulled the panties up onto Karin's hips. As the silk cupped her pussy, she gave a little sigh. What a delightful feeling! Like a gentle hand gripping her in a bed of feathers. Her pussy was still throbbing from orgasm and the nerves were still alive with remembering the finger just recently inserted. All of these feelings came together between her legs and she felt a bit overwhelmed. "Walk around a little." Jean gave her a little gentle push with her hand up under Karin's blouse in the small of her back, stretching her control as long as she could. She walked to the door and back. The silk gripped her naked pussy and pulled gently over the bare skin. She tingled! "My goodness, that feels completely different! And very nice! Wow, you were right! I'll take five pair!" Jean laughed. "These are on me, my treat. So you'll think of me when you wear them." She winked. "Well, I won't forget you, I can tell you that!" "I hope not." Jean gave her a hug and, jeans and shoes back on, Karin led them out of the room back into the store. Her face and upper chest were still quite red from her post orgasmic reaction. "Well?" Heather greeted them as they emerged. "What do you think?" She could see instantly that Jean had seduced her. She wasn't surprised at Jean, maybe a bit a Karin, who was only just beginning to explore her female SO. Jean must have some real moves, she decided. Karin was glowing and not looking the least embarrassed or shy. "I think the panties are super, a shaved pussy is a real turn on, and I think you two set me up!" "You're right. Did Jean give you the works?" She was smiling, not quite sure what the works' might actually be in this case. "You know she did. She was fucking me with her fingers then tongue before I knew what was happening. Is she that good a lover? She sure seduced me quick enough!" "Don't know. She and I never seem to be attracted to each other, for some reason. But we're great friends. She's a lot of laughs. Now, pick out some stuff so we can see you strut your well laid stuff." Karin turned to face Heather. "You're not mad that she... that we... ?" "Of course not. Besides, you said you were horny." "I'll say, but these new panties seem to be making me horny all over again, and it's only been five minutes!" An hour passed as they picked out many items and tried them on, a pile slowly growing at the counter. Karin kept nervously looking at the size of the pile and finally stopped shopping. She just couldn't let Heather buy all this stuff. She was just about ready to start putting things back on the racks. "Hey, let's check out the latex collection, like you said." Heather grabbed her arm and pulled her toward the back room." "Heather, I can't. I mean, it won't be right for me to let you buy me all this stuff. It's going to cost a fortune!" Heather wrapped an arm around Karin's waist as they walked. "Really, I want to do this. Please just don't worry about it. After all, if we are going to be good friends..." She squeezed Karin hard to emphasize her meaning, "I want you in the sexiest stuff in town. And if you are Jean's good friend, she won't let you wear anything else, if she lets you get dressed at all!" Heather's squeeze got Karin's mind back on the track it had been on earlier that morning and she began to hope she and Heather could spend time in bed together. The very thought of having Karin lick her now bare pussy sent a shiver down her back and her breath caught. In spite of just having sex a short while ago, she found herself very aroused again. And the slightly swollen outer lips of her pussy were grabbing at the sensuous silk now encasing them and she found her self getting wet again in a rush. "It's hard, I guess. It's not the way I was raised. The things are really beautiful. I love them. Oh, thank you!" She gave Heather a big hug back. Her life was getting more exciting and more complicated by the minute. For just a minute, she wondered if her boyfriend would enjoy being in bed with both of them while they fucked. And she grew nervous at the thought of even asking Heather. Heather was her's and she didn't want to share her that way! And even as she thought it she knew it was a lie and wondered why she even thought that for a second. But the emotion behind the thought surprised her. Maybe she could ask Jean. The mental memory of Jean's tongue up her twat made her knees grow weak. She wondered if Jean slept with men too. "OK, that's the end of that. Now... , " they passed into the back room and a very faint but distinct smell of latex reached their noses, "where is that merry widow that Jean was talking about? Ah, here they are, and here is your size." She held the very small rubber garment up against Karin. It appeared to be absurdly small! Karin ran her hands over the unfamiliar material and felt another type thrill she couldn't explain. The feel of it against the skin of her arms was electrifying! By now, her pussy was simply pulsing with sexual tension, sending a steady throb of energy into her belly and thighs. She couldn't remember ever being on her feet and feeling this turned on. It was all she could do not to force Heather to eat her on the spot. Her crotch was burning and her mind was so full of lust she could hardly think. "Wow, this stuff really makes me hot! It feels so sexy!" Heather saw the deep flush of arousal in Karin's face and upper chest again and smiled wickedly as she turned away. "I can see that it's really having a big effect on you, that's for sure! I'm glad we came back in here. Now, go put that on and let me see you." "I wouldn't think of not trying this on." She hurried off to the changing room. Jean stuck her head in the door and announced she would close the door until they came out, as she had a few other customers in the shop now. The door closed and Heather heard the lock turn. Now they couldn't be interrupted. Karin slipped off her top and stood for a minute trying to figure out how you put the tiny looking thing on without tearing it. The rubber was very thin, almost like paper, but as she worked with it, she realized it was stronger than it looked. Just as she was about to ask for help from outside, Heather said, "You pull it over your head. It'll stretch out as it goes over you. Take your time and go slow. I can't wear the one piece stuff like that, as my boobs are too damn big to get it over them. You should be perfect." Karin began to roll it up and position it over her head. "Your tits are not too big. I think they're sensational, especially those wicked nipples. God, Heather, I'm so turned on!" "Yeah, I know. You smell delicious!" The hot smell of Karin's arousal was now filling the dressing room and spilling out into the showroom. The unmistakeable smell of a woman in heat filled the room sensuously and Heather found herself getting very deeply aroused. Slowly, but surely, Karin was able to get one arm, then her head and the other arm through, leaving the rubber bunched up above her tits and under her arms. This pressed her somewhat swollen boobs down and out. She gripped the bottom and began to wiggle it over her boobs. She found that by pulling the rubber out, she could stuff one breast, then the other up past the material, leaving her breasts pressed very high on her chest, now gripped firmly by the exotic material, her very visible nipples pointing up as a result of the amazing uplift the material gave her tits. Almost on impulse, she licked each nipple through the smooth material, something she never did to herself regardless of dress. Small electric sparks raced down her tummy. She licked them again for a few seconds, adding to her excitement. Having the extra layer of material over her sensitive nipples only seemed to make them more sensitive to the indirect stimulation. If she was on fire when she walked into the dressing room, now she was practically moaning with sexual excitement. She began to stretch the smooth rubber into position over her now pinched waist and the very beginning of the flow of her waist to her hips. As it smoothed into place, it firmly but insistently pinched her waist in to a very small size, somehow not being the least uncomfortable, letting her breathe. The elastic feeling of lift on top was supporting and separating her breasts, seeming to hold them up and out even as it held them in such a delightfully tight grip, giving them a lot more apparent volume. They looked a full cup size bigger! She always wanted bigger tits, but never admitted it to herself, as her God given size and teardrop shape that fit everything so nicely, she just rationalized her feelings away every time the thought surfaced. And she would have again, but... this time... WOW! She turned and looked in the mirror and gasped. Her figure looked fantastic, and the feel of the rubber on her skin was sending a constant, unfamiliar but very erotic sensation to her brain. Her new panties were already showing a very big stain from her arousal inside her jeans. She looked so completely awesome, she just stood and stared, turning this way and that. It was the first time she ever felt maybe her hips were an asset and not too damn big. In fact, a definite turn on. And the way Heather went on about them all the time while they were making love, maybe she was right. Her hips were sexy. And God did she love to feel Heather grip the tops of her hips while she drove her tongue as deep into her pussy as possible. She was amazed at how freely she had these thoughts. Fucking another woman's face a month ago would not have been something she would think about when horny. But now... only minutes before in a strangers bathroom... she shivered and felt another flood flow into her pussy. Damn, I'm ruining these nice new panties and I've only had them thirty minutes! "Hey, stop admiring yourself in there and let me see too." Karin took a deep breath and stepped out of the room and she began to glow as Heather's eyes widened in open admiration. "Damn, woman, you are SO hot." She took a step toward Karin. The door was locked. They were alone. The mornings activities and now Karin looking so hot were getting to her in a major way. Karin knew Heather's intent and managed to stop her. "No, not here. Not now. Take me back to your place and fuck me. I'm so hot and bothered I can't believe it. Please, let's pay and go. I want you too." They kissed and their tongues danced in each other's mouth until they broke for air. Their laboured breathing filled the room. "Now." Heather was almost pleading to fuck her. "No. Take me home and then do what you want. I'm so ready for you my jeans must be soaked." Heather ran her fingers over the bulging mons and sure enough, it was damp, even through the tight jeans. "Get dressed. Let's go." Heather was reaching into the room and picking the discarded top and bra. The bra went into Karin's purse and the blouse slipped over the new top, the fuller appearing breasts somehow making the blouse swell in a way it never had before. Heather reached over and squeezed each rubber encased breast in a loving manner, eliciting a deep moan from Karin. The swollen nipple inside ached. "Please, will you get me out of here and fuck me." "OK, OK, you can't blame a girl for trying!" "It won't take much to make me change my mind and you know I want you just as much. But not in the store. I just can't." Her little session in the bathroom only an hour before with Jean slipping her mind for the moment. They unlocked the door and went quickly over to Jean's register counter. Jean already had everything else in the register and packages all boxed and bags. "One merry widow, please!" Heather was grinning. Karin's obvious arousal had Jean smiling. "I thought once would keep you, young lady. I was wrong, I see." "I... the material is very sexy. I love it." "Yes, I can see that." She handed Heather back her charge card. While Heather was signing the slip, Jean handed Karin a business card. On the back was her home phone number and the words, "Anytime, any way you want it, I'm your's. Remember, I want you naked and RAUNCHY. Jean" Raunchy was underlined and a carefully drawn mouth with a long protruding tongue was below. Karin swallowed hard. She just wasn't used to women coming on to her so boldly. She thought of her boyfriend and picked up a slip of paper and wrote, "A mixed threesome?" And pushed it toward Jean. "Sounds intriguing. Hopefully a filling evening?" "Definitely." Karin couldn't believe it. She had just invited Jean into a threesome with her and her boyfriend and Jean was accepting. "I'll call you." "Don't wait too long." "I won't." Karin felt absolutely light-headed. She had never felt so sexually liberated in her entire life. They headed out of the store. "What was that all about?" Heather had her hand in the small of Karin's back, her longest finger and nail down under the waist of Karin's pants, the nail sliding up and down the crack of Karin's ass. Karin's clit tingled at the sensations back there. Her erotic feelings were climbing higher and higher. They reached the car and opened the doors. The packages in the back, Heather slid into the driver's seat and Karin slid over next to her. As they backed out, Karin gently pulled Heather's long hair from between Heather and the seat and draped it over the seat back. Then, she slid her arm under the hair and over Heather's shoulders, her finger tips resting on the very prominent swell of Heather's left breast. Her right hand reached over and stroked the underside of Heather's other breast. Karin was amazed as always over the firmness and natural uplift of Heather's tits. "What do they feel like?" Her fingers wondered over the semi-extended nipple. Heather shivered. She loved to have her tits fondled. Especially her nipples when they got real tight. "My breasts?" Karin could hear the break in Heather's voice as her nails squeezed the growing nipple bud and she felt very wicked. Another squeeze on Heather's now greatly swelling nipple answered her and a sent a lightning bolt into Heather's crotch. "Hey, I can't concentrate when you do that." She paused. Karin squeezed again and Heather knew the only answer was to get back as quick as possible. "They, well, sometimes they feel really heavy and full. When I get swollen just before my period, they actually hurt. They swell up tight and the skin is very taut, pulling on the nipple. They don't jiggle much, so I don't have to wear a bra much unless I'm out or in class with a lot of guys. My nipples are always (another squeeze) very, very sensitive and I can have nipple orgasms easily. Traci can get me off every time that way." Karin had never heard of that. "You're kidding. You can have an orgasm just from this?" She began to roll and squeeze the now obscenely long nipple between two fingers through the blouse. Heather answered with a low moan. "Ohhhhhmmmmmm" "Gosh, that feels nice. Now, stop it till we get back." Karin ignored her. Heather's crotch filled with pressure and lava-like heat and she separated her legs a bit to relieve the climbing pressure. "If I come and we have an accident, you tell the officer what caused it." The last words were very shaky and uneven. "Do you want to come?" Karin leaned close and began to stroke the top of the other breast while running her tongue over the outline of Heather's right ear. "It wouldn't take much! God, you are so hot today, Karin!" "I know. I've never felt so sexed up in my life. All I want to do is fuck. It's all I can think about." "It must be the latex. You got so hot looking at it!" Heather's voice was a whisper as shivers ran up and down her spin. She was grinding her pussy against the seat. Karin could feel her hips twisting around and knew what she was doing. "It is. I admit it." The tip of her tongue danced inside Heather's ear and out, fucking her ear, each time, the wet tip plunged deeper and deeper. "Shit. I can't drive like this. You're driving me nuts." "Good. Just steer." Heather pushed harder into the seat. Her inflamed pussy was on fire. Karin's fingers were stretching the nipples out and pulling the already taut skin around them very tight. Heather's chest was so full she could hardly breathe and her nipples were points of sensuous fire. Karin squeezed hard. "Oh! God! Please don't stop. It feels so goOD!" Karin reached over to unbutton the blouse. "We're in the middle of town, for god's sake!" Heather made no move to stop her. "I want to feel your big, heavy tits in my hands. Gosh, I love your big boobs. I'm a confirmed breast lover for life." The cloth opened and she pulled the blouse out of Heather's jeans, the widespread tits pushed the fabric open and Karin reached inside and cupped the left breast, as always the overflow of flesh more than filling her hand. Its heat amazed her and sent hot flashes to her own groin. Heather groaned deep in her throat. They pulled up to a light and waited in line. Karin stroked the swollen flesh and began to rub the extended nipple with her nail. Deep in her belly, Heather felt the first tightening of an orgasm approaching. "I'm going to cum." It was a tight, tense announcement. The light changed. Karin waited for the car to move, but it didn't and then she felt Heather press back hard into the seat and close her eyes. Karin could feel the ripples of spasms in Heather's frame as the orgasm took her uncontrollably. A horn honked behind them. "Drive." Heather was still shaking and her eyes were closed. Several horns, now were blaring. "Heather, you've got to drive." "In a minute. Let me catch my breath. Ohhhhh., that was a nice surprise." They became suddenly aware of someone standing at the window, leaning down and looking in. A woman. Small and mousy appearing with brown shortish hair. Middle to late thirties. "Heather? Heather, are you all right dear?" Heather rolled down the window, and Karin tried to discretely withdraw her hand from Heather's blouse. The woman was looking right at it, but said nothing about it. Nor did she seem to be immediately aware of Heather's rather exposed voluptuous chest, with her blouse hanging open. And there was plenty to see as Karin's retreating hand left the field open for observation. "Mrs. Fields! I'm... I'm fine. The car stalled and I just got it restarted. We're fine now." Heather lied. The flush on her face and neck was a dead giveaway. "That's good. See you later!" She gave Karin a smirk, as if to tell her she saw everything and knew exactly what had been going on. Karin blushed bright red. "Who was that?" "My landlady! Of all the people to catch us doing this! Oh, shit." "Do you think she noticed?" "I don't know. I hope not." Heather's heart sank. Heather was driving fast now. In only a few minutes, they were back in her apartment, now empty of guests. "I just can't believe it had to be her!" "Relax. She didn't say anything. It's none of her business, anyway." "Yeah, but I have to face her to her pay the rent every month, not you." "Mail her the check." "Can't. She has a big ritual over tea. To get to know the tenants better she says." "Well, when did you last pay the rent?" "Last Tuesday." "Then you have almost four weeks for her to forget it all, now,..." Karin began pulling Heather toward the bedroom. " my turn!" Heather let herself be dragged, but she was still very distracted. Her eyes fell to the wonderful curve of Karin's hips as they flowed out from her waist and into the tight waistband of her jeans. Her breath caught and then she remembered the rubber encased bodice and those now super firm encased breasts waiting to be squeezed and pulled through the rubber and her resistance rapidly faded. In the room, Karin turned and said. "Let me strip for you." "OK. Don't take too long. I want to see your bare pussy. And your tits in that tight rubber." Karin locked eyes with Heather. "I've never had anything, ever even begin to get me hot like this latex. I'm just tingling all over and feel light headed." "I know that feeling. I have a fetish of my own that makes me feel like that." "A fetish? You think I have a fetish?" Her hands finished unbuttoning the blouse and she unsnapped her jeans so the blouse would come free easier. Very slowly, with Heather's eyes following every move, she eased first one shoulder, then the other out of the blouse, letting it fall to her hands behind her. With her shoulders back, the crafty moulding of the black rubber pulled the swollen mounds out and up, the very visible nipples pointing upward at a nature-defying angle. "Yes." Heather's voice was tight. She was very aroused. "What is your vice, my dear?" Karin walked over and modelled very close to Heather, carefully stepping back when Heather made a move to touch her. "Not yet. Wait. Then, just take me any way you want. Fuck my brains out." "Shoes. Open toed high heels." "What?" The blouse fell to the floor and she eased the zipper down on her pants very slowly, her fingers lingering over her own prominent mons, bulging a bit in her arousal like a man. Her breath was tight and shaky. "My fetish. It's open toed heels." "Really. Heather has a shoe fetish?" "Yeah, but just for those kind. Weird." Heather was on her feet approaching Karin. She couldn't wait any longer. Karin made a long, big deal over sliding the jeans over first one hip, then the other. "Like my hips, honey?" She stroked the side of Heather's face. "God, yes. You are such a fucking sex pot. I want to eat you." "Hurry now, my lover. I want to fuck your face." Heather dropped to her knees and eased the jeans down to the floor. The new silk panties were darkly stained with the copious flow of Karin's very aroused cunt. Heather ran her hands down from the rubber clenched waist, over the hips and down the firm lightly muscled brown thighs, hooking her index fingers in the waist of the silk lace french cut panties and pulling them down. The freshly shaved pink lips were swollen with arousal and pulled open and were glistening with damp, exposing the darker red opening of Karin's vaginal opening. Heather had never eaten a shaved pussy before, so she took her time licking the smooth flesh and held Karin to her face with a firm grip on each cheek from behind. At the touch of Heather's tongue, Karin's hips began involuntarily in jerks, thrusting against Heather's face, trying to drive the tongue inside. Always just missing as it darted here and there. Karin's knees got weaker and weaker as she struggled to stand upright. Her belly was on fire and her pussy was practically screaming at her brain to put something up it. And just as she thought she could stand no more, Heather slid her tongue as far into Karin as she could, wiggling the tip around and around in the dark hole of pleasure. Karin grabbed the back of Heather's head and pressed it firmly into her pussy. The hot tongue drove into her and she screamed out her pleasure. "Oh, got that is SO GOOD! Fuck me. FUCK ME!!" It was an urgent demand for release. A flood of lubrication poured into Heather's waiting mouth and she struggled to keep up, the intense arousal of Karin's pussy almost overwhelming Heather's ability to control the action. Heather reached up and pushed Karin back onto the bed and then picked up her legs and placed them on her shoulders. Karin needed no further urging, but locked her ankles behind Heather's head and began to hump back against Heathers plunging tongue. "Yes! Fuck it! Deeper. Oh, god. Oh, god. Fuck me you bitch! Fuck Me. FUCK ME!!" Each in time to the rhythm of her hips against the whip of pleasure probing her insides. The orgasm rose like a wave of burning heat in her brain, her belly going solid with tension. Her back bent against the sheets and her head drove back and lifted her clear of the bed. Her brain was totally focused on the coming explosion and her nervous system rushed her into the funnel of lust in a mist of heat and stars, her body giving a great shudder. Her hands grabbed the loose sheets and gripped them with white knuckles as the explosion went on and on pushing her deeper and deeper into the tunnel, finally blacking her out with a great gasp and groan. Heather continued to lick and clean the engorged naked pussy until the orgasm subsided, then quickly took off her own clothes and climbed on the bed next to Karin and took her in her arms and began to stroke and hold her. She pushed her hair away from her face and began to kiss her face and neck tenderly. It was some minutes before Karin came to and began to whimper in Heather's arms. "Oh, honey. That was unbelievable." It was a weak whisper. Heather moved up to her ear and began to run the hot, wet tip in and out of Karin's ear canal. Karin gave a mighty shiver. "You like?" "Ummmmm. Fantastic. I've never passed out before." She pushed her tongue deep into the ear and fucked it for a minute, then began to lick her neck. Karin moved back into the voluptuous tits, now flattened against her side and back. Their heat flowed through somehow into her belly and she moved sensuously against the delicious erotic cushion of flesh. "No? You should stop by more often." Heather responded after a bit. "I'll plan on it." And then, "God, your tits feel good like this. I just never imagined ever that sleeping with a woman was going to have all these new feelings." Heather held her for a while longer, rolling her front against Karin's back enough for the sensations of the pulling on her nipples to tighten her crotch. She felt her clit extend out of its hood. "Shoes? That's not what I thought you'd say." Karin was in a dreamy place. The glow of her recent vigorous orgasm still floated in her mind and she could still feel the very real sensation of Heather's hot tongue deep inside her. Her thighs clenched a bit as the nerves reminded her over and over of the sensations. Karin knew from experience that she could sometimes still experience the intimate sensations of sex for hours afterward. Heather holding her close and still making gentle love to her was making the sensations linger much stronger than anything she had experience before and she was just floating along, loving it. She hoped it would last a long time. She turned so Heather could fuck her ear some more. Her breath was ragged again and her nostrils were flared as she tried to breath against her tightening chest. "Oh, that. Yeah, stupid shoes! Can you believe it?" "I'll know what to wear when you come to my party. Hey, I forgot to tell you. Three weeks from now, I'm having a party. Can you come?" Idiot, she thought! Just let her make love to you. This was sooooooo nice. Heather continued to stroke the rubber covered breasts with her finger tips. The nipples hardened again under the tight material and the bumps began to get extra attention. Heather took each one in turn and squeezed and twisted it back and forth, pulling it out and stretching the rubber and flesh underneath. Karin gave a gasp of pleasure. "Sure. I have to double check my calendar, but I don't have any projects due then and no tests that I know of. Who's coming?" It stuck both of them that they were carrying on a pretty unsexy conversation in the middle to making love. But it didn't seem to be interfering with either of their increasing arousals and they kept on talking between moans, gasps and kisses. "Umm, a bunch of friends. And a guy I want to fix you up with." Karin suddenly focused on what she just said so casually and was afraid to wait for the response to that. She didn't turn and face Heather, but waited. "A guy? What's he like?" Her tongue went back inside Karin's ear, not missing a beat. Well, she didn't say no right away. Karin turned and looked into Heather's eyes. "He's an old high school friend, just out of the Army. He's real nice and into computers. Cute too." And reputed to be a great fuck, she thought to herself. "I've never had much experience with guys. It might not work out very well." Heather lifted herself up on an elbow and gave Karin's left nipple a very vigorous twist. "Ouch! Easy honey." Karin rubbed her tender nipple. It burned and she had to admit, her pussy was just brimming again from all the stimulation her chest was getting. "Just go with the flow. No pressure. Hey, the way you handle yourself in bed, I don't think you need to worry much in that area. Look at me, I'm ready to just attack you again. And as for the rest, just give yourself a chance to get to know him. Don't push. And if it doesn't work, it doesn't work. Hell, it's just a party." She pulled Heather down on her and the now mated breasts flowed against each other and the heavy pressure on their ribs caused a flood of pleasant sensations to flow into their bellies. "I guess. Hey, what did you think I was going to say? I love to feel your chest press on me like this. Like two very firm, hot pillows. Wonderful." She was purring into Heather's ear. "Me too. Well, I thought you'd say no to the date. I thought your SO is pretty much fem lesbian exclusively." "No, to the fetish thing. What did you think I was going to say?" "Hypnotism." Karin searched Heather's face. Shit, she didn't mean to talk about all the stuff Traci had shared with her earlier. She had forgotten. She slipped her thigh between Heather's and began a gentle rocking pressure on Heather's pussy, Heather spreading her thighs a bit to allow more direct contact on her now erect clit, which flattened against Karin's skin until it pointed up at their bellies. Heather breathed hard and kissed Karin in a deep French kiss, pulling back as her orgasm approached and her hips began to twitch and thrust down on Karin's thigh. She lifted herself almost involuntarily up from Karin, her head back, arms straight holding herself off the bed, her long permed dark hair spread over her back in a carpet of tangled coils. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened and she shuddered, again and then again. Her oversized breasts still covered most of Karin's and Karin could feel the mini-spasms ripping through Heather as the heavy breasts bounced on her hard nipples. "Darling, I'm going to... Unh... Unh..." It rolled up her belly and exploded in her brain, a thin trickle of wet drained down Karin's bare thigh, "cum!" It was a high pitched squeak as the wind was driven from her by the tension gripping her chest and belly. Karin was thrilled to see her lover explode in front of her, so easily and so obviously enjoying herself completely. So relaxed and giving. She gathered up a firm breast and with effort pulled a tender, extended nipple deep in her mouth and sucked hard while she rolled the other one between two fingers. Heather continued to orgasm, the first winding down, then a second flooded her nerves and she grunted her pleasure, unable to speak. Again and again Heather rolled from one orgasm to another until it was Heather who passed out and relaxed down on top of Karin. Karin stroked her back and hair, her thigh still stroking the extended girl-cock of a clit trapped there. Heather gave several sighs and trembled. Karin could never, ever remember feeling so completely relaxed or sexy as she held her new female lover tightly in her arms. Maybe I'm really a lesbian? She thought for a moment. This just feels to totally RIGHT! Heather moaned in her ear. "Wow, you give as good as you get!" "I'm glad." She grabbed Heather's tail and squeezed the tight buns, pressing her clit down even harder on her leg. "Hey! Give me a minute! I'm too sensitive right now." She rolled off Karin. "Sorry!" "Don't apologize. Normally, I just go on and on. Must be getting to be..." "Don't say it." Karin held a finger to Heather's lips. "I was going to say too old!" They both laughed. Heather stroked Karin all over for a while and they just lay there and enjoyed the smell of each other's hair and pussies, the gently erotic musk filling the room and bed. "Hey, why hypnotism?" Heather had just remembered from out the misty fog of her recent lust. Karin thought of how to answer. She decided to tell all. "Well, before we left, Traci and I had coffee and she..." "When?" "Before we left. You were still hypnotized." "What! Are you saying that..." "This morning, anyway Traci told me all about it. Now, let me tell you first before you start in with a bunch of questions I probably can't answer anyway." And Karin proceeded to relay the information that Traci had given her while Heather fell silent. Heather was amazed, and a bit crestfallen. "So that's how we all ended up in such a mess. Did Traci say how she wanted you to help us get out of it?" "No. We left then." Karin ran her hands over her bodice again. "One more time lover." She rolled onto Heather and began to suck on a tender nipple. In spite of the distraction of learning that the hypno business was a lot more complicated, Heather immediately found her mind fully concentrated on the heat now pouring out of Karin's mouth and tongue and into her nipple and breast. "Oh, that's nice. Turn around honey. I want to eat your naked pussy again. Can you stay the night?" Karin felt her stomach jump and then Heather's tongue plunged into her. Her gasp and tremor told Heather her answer. The two women locked their legs around each other's heads and the fleeting hours of the afternoon and evening were spent there in the bed in total bliss as they licked and sucked each other to repeated orgasm. It was very late when they fell asleep in each other's arms, still locked in an inverted embrace. Sherry sat there crying. It was ten o'clock on Sunday morning and Heather had just asked her if she had ever hypnotized her. "Yes. I'm sorry I lied. I. I just get such a total kick out of watching someone go under. Like a drug. Please forgive me." She wept. She could loose Heather and she didn't want that. Karin sat and kept silent. Obviously Sherry cared for Heather. It was obvious from how Sherry looked at her and how upset she now was. Damn, this girl was too much. She watched Heather and was struck by how tender she was. Karin knew she'd be furious and be throwing things. She knew Heather was upset, but she was, well, trying to understand and not do anything rash. "Did you ever have sex with me while I was under?" Wow. A bomb of a question if she ever heard one. In other words, did you ever rape me? "No, never, I swear. I never touched you. I just gave you the post hypnotic instruction, and then woke you up. And you know the rest." "You just did it for the rush you get?" "Yes. It gets me so turned on I think I'll explode with excitement. I think I'm addicted to doing it to people." She was wiping away the tears. Her eyes were red. "What are we going to do?" Heather asked. Sherry looked up hopefully. Heather hadn't thrown her out of her life. Yet. She pulled her long, thick mane of honey blonde hair around and eased off the ties it was in. It spilled down her front. Heather loved her hair and she hoped it would somehow help for her to see it. Heather watched her, torn between her anger and her friendship, and, yes, her lust for this beautiful blonde. "Damn! How am I ever going to trust you? That's what I want to know." Heather looked over at Karin, who was still staying silent. Karin looked at the floor. She shouldn't be here listening to this. Heather had insisted she stay. "Sherry, I was attracted to you the first second I saw you. I'm still attracted to you even now. But I'm very hurt." "I'm so sorry. Please forgive me." "I believe you. But I may be hurt for a while. I need your help to get all of us out of the hypno thing. Will you do it?" "Yes. Anything." She was so happy. She ran her thick hair through her fingers and expertly flipped it to the other side of her neck in a practised move. She had hair flipping down to a real science and practised constantly in a mirror to learn to get each and every effect she wanted. And with this thick mane, she could practically want you to fuck her without every opening her mouth or touching you. She began to work on Heather in a casual way. She wasn't sure Heather was even paying attention, at least at first. Karin was another story. Karin was fascinated to watch Sherry playing with her hair and admired the effects she could create. And how very, very sexy it was all of a sudden. Sherry looked over with red rimmed eyes and smiled at her new found audience. She had only just met Karin and immediately knew she'd like her. She turned back to Heather and spilled her hair down over her breasts like a waterfall. She knew the tips of her nipples would poke through and that's all. She was braless under the t-shirt and her tight nipples would be all that poked through the yellow layer of hair. Heather was far too distracted to notice. But Karin was being seduced and felt herself getting very turned on looking at those nipples peaking through the hair. And her mind quickly turned to thoughts of pulling one of them into her mouth. A night of passion with Heather was not enough to satisfy her, it was becoming apparent. Heather announced she was going to make some coffee and toast and wanted to be alone for a few minutes. She left the room and Karin and Sherry locked eyes. Karin licked her lips and found her mouth dry with tension and looked away, blushing beautifully. Sherry's eyebrow went up as she homed in on this obviously very horny girl sitting only a few feet away. Even as she did, she found herself thinking that everything here might turn out much better than she could have hoped even ten minutes ago. "Your hair. It's really beautiful." Karin managed to get out very softly. "Thank you. Your's too. It's a nice cut. You could let it grow out long and it'd be really hot." "I was thinking about that yesterday. About getting it to grow out. How do you keep it so shiny? It's really spectacular." "My secret! And lots and lots of TLC." "I'll bet." Karin looked deep into Sherry's eyes. Sherry was smiling. "You must think I'm weird to be involved in this hypnotism stuff." Sherry modulated her voice carefully. It became soft, calm, and, for some reason, very relaxed. "No, not weird. I've never had any experience with it thought. It turns you on?" Karin noticed the change in Sherry's voice, but continued to watch her hair. "Yes. Big time. No, more than big time. It's overwhelming." Sherry admitted, working her voice, watching Karin's eyes. They were following her hair as she moved it. "I. I really love to do it any chance I get." Sherry was already getting wet between the legs as she lured Karin into the trance. She continued the slow, regular movements of her hair. Karin remembered the latex merry widow now tucked in her handbag and the overwhelming sensation of lust it gave her and understood what Sherry was talking about. Her eyes continued to follow the sway of the golden locks. She felt so relaxed. The beautiful luster of the hair held her. "Karin, are you feeling more relaxed now?" "Yes, very relaxed." "Follow the sound of my voice. You are feeling very relaxed, more and more you just want to relax and listen to my voice." Sherry felt her nipples harden and a thrill went down her back. Karin was her's now. Sherry continued to speak, so soothingly that Karin felt herself ooze toward that place of peace in the middle of that voice. "You are almost totally relaxed now." Karin was finding it hard to follow the glistening hair. Her eyes felt so heavy. "Your eyes are very, very heavy and you just can't keep them open." "I can't keep them open." Karin felt so relaxed. Her eyes closed. "You are now totally relaxed and will listen to the sound of my voice." Sherry was trembling as the girl went under and she took complete control. Her hand left her hair and slid down into her pants and she began to finger herself rapidly. She was so hot, only moments were going to be required to do the trick. She felt the tightening of her stomach as her orgasm approached. In spite of her excitement, she slowed her hand down and continued to talk to Karin. Knowing that Heather could return at any moment and finding Karin hypnotized would surely ruin any chances of being Heather's friend again, she knew she had to bring Karin back quickly. Her and stroked the now rigid clit under her panties. Sparks were shooting into her pussy and she knew her underwear was soaked. "Karin, whenever you hear me say the word quickey' to you, you will come with me and want to have sex with me. When you awake, you will not remember hearing me say this to you. Do you understand." Karin's voice was soft but clear. "Yes. I understand. I will come to you and want sex." "You will want sex with me very badly." "Yes, I will want sex with you." Sherry's hand picked up the pace and she felt the orgasm grow at the root of her spine and then her fingers mashed down on her clit, slid past and then she pushed two fingers of cotton panties deep into her soaked pussy. She groaned softly as her hips slammed down on the sofa cushion in a spasm. Her hips jerked again and again and her breathing stopped. Somewhere in the back of her exploding brain, she was thinking that hypno sex was better than anything she could every have imagined. Knowing that yet another woman was going to be feasting between her legs at every possible opportunity was overpowering. That she was in complete, total control. Her breathing was still ragged. But she had to get Karin back. She heard the toaster pop in the kitchen. "Karin, you will remember noting about this. I will count backwards from five very slowly and at each number, you will become more and more awake." "Yes." "Five, you can feel yourself becoming less sleepy." "Four, you can open your eyes now." Karin's eyes opened slowly and she blinked lazily. "Three, you are becoming awake." "Two, you are almost awake." "One, you are fully awake now." Karin blinked again and looked around. Sherry had pulled her wet fingers out of her pussy and was holding her hair just as Karin remembered. Heather came into the room, a cup of tea in one hand and a plate heaped with toast in the other. She sat next to Sherry on the sofa. "There's plenty of hot water and the cups are out. Coffee is made and tea bags are in the canister next to the sink. I'm starved." In spite of the smell of toast and tea, Heather immediately picked up the unmistakable smell of Sherry's lubrication still damp on her hand. "A bit horny this morning, are we?" Sherry was still blushing from her orgasm. "I. I woke up horny, as always." Which was usually true. "You should have told me. I could have helped you with that." Heather offered. "Not likely. You were furious at me." "Well, I'm over that. You can't help it if you have a hypno fetish thing." She smiled at Sherry and Sherry knew all was forgiven. Karin was finding it to focus in on the conversation, for some reason. Like she had just woken up from a deep sleep and felt partially out of touch. She reached over and picked up a piece of toast and began to munch, realizing how hungry she was. A night of intense sex had left her ravenous. Heather looked over and smiled at Karin. "Now, let's get the hypno stuff over. Put me under and remove the code words you planted. We'll start with me. Then, we get Janet to change the words she is using with Traci and not let you know what they are. Then, we get Janet to put you under and remove the code words she is using on you. "Um, that's OK." Sherry said. "Actually, it excites the hell out of knowing that Janet has all this sex with me and I don't know it." "You are? Excited by it? But you don't even remember it!" "Yes, but you know how I feel about her. Maybe some day she really will want to have sex with me without the hypnosis and we can try being more than just employer/employee." Heather looked doubtful, but said, "OK, suit yourself. Personally, I think you should stop it and tell her now how you feel." "I want to, you know that, but I'm afraid I'll loose her." "Well, you don't exactly have a relationship now, I mean, other than they hypno sex." "True. I don't know. Let me think about it." "OK, put the toast down and put me under. No code words. Do it with the charm." Sherry was already reaching for her hair when she remembered that she had already lured Karin with that trick. Heather's insistence on the charm technique was a nice save for her. She pulled it out of its little pocket in her pocketbook by her feet. Heather relaxed back into her seat, turned to she could face Sherry. Sherry modulated her voice and began to speak. After a few seconds, she began to swing the charm back and forth. Karin heard the sudden change in Sherry's voice and it made her feel funny. Like something she had heard her do a few minutes ago. She continued to eat her toast and watched as the feeling passed. In only moments, Heather began to slide under. Sherry gave a shiver and at the movement Karin turned to watch her. Her face was flushed and her lips glistened for her licking them. From this side view, Karin could see that Sherry's right nipple was rock hard and tenting her thin blouse. Sherry was obviously very excited, just like she said she got. And Karin felt her own arousal tingle between her legs. Watching Sherry take such complete control over Heather was exciting. Sherry was exciting. Her eyes stayed rivetted on the now heaving chest, the nipple a hard eraser against the clothe. Heather was almost completely under now and Sherry felt the urgent need to get off again. Her clit was on fire and rock hard against her still very damp panties. Sherry glanced over at Karin and saw where her attention was. She could feel the tightness of the nipple as it pulled the firm skin of her breast tightly. She bit her lip trying to restrain herself, but failed and give in to the moment. "Karin." "Yes" "I think it's time for a quickey." Sherry said gently. Heather's eyes closed and Sherry was trembling. Karin felt as though a wave of erotic heat swept over her body. She found herself wanting to have sex with Sherry in such a bad way. But she hardly knew her and it held her back for a moment. But the sexual tension between her legs grew in an ever expanding wave and she found herself getting off the chair and walking the few steps to Sherry. "I..." Sherry smiled and pulled her down and kissed her. "I know. I want you to do it to me. I want you to eat me. Please eat me." Karin was trembling as she reached without hesitation for the snap on Sherry's jeans. Sherry stood and the jeans were off in a flash. The now darkly stained panties slipped free under Karin's eager fingers and fell from her slim thighs and joined the jeans. Her dark bush was presented to Karin and she leaned in and began to lick at the top of Sherry's inflamed and very wet slash. Sherry sighed, her tight belly spasm and she shivered again. Two at once! She was almost overwhelmed with a wave of lust and felt an orgasm starting immediately, a tidal wave between her legs that wasn't going to be held back. NO! Not so soon! She fought to hold it off just a bit longer, but her back bowed and her mane of golden hair hung down in a wonderful waterfall past her tail. Her mouth hung open and she trembled uncontrollably as the hot tip of Karin's tongue now began to lash her clit, sending her over the edge into the pool of lust waiting there to take her, the release crashing through her. "Ahhhhhh... !" And then, she rolled swiftly from the first orgasm and began another, even more intense. Her knees gave way and she sank onto the sofa, Karin's eager hands now firmly gripping Sherry's rock hard cheeks, pulling Sherry's plush pussy hard against Karin's mouth. Whatever lack of experience Karin had with women, she was making up for with pure energy and frantic activity. Karin was now exploding with the need to tongue fuck Sherry. No matter how deeply she plunged her tongue up inside her, she tried to get in deeper. She chewed on the puffed lips, sucking them deep inside her mouth. Sherry groaned wildly and flung her long legs around Karin's ears and locked her heels just as another orgasm hit. The involuntary reaction lifted her tail clear of the sofa cushion as she supported herself with her arms over the back of the sofa. Her hair hung down behind her to the floor as her head bent back over the sofa. Unable to stop herself, Karin's tongue went in even deeper. Hypno sex had always been extra good, but with Karin to service her just as Heather went under, Sherry was on an all time high, with no signs of her lust abating. It went to another high as Karin released her grip on Sherry's buns and reached up under Sherry's blouse and firmly grabbed her tits and rolled the nipples savagely between her thumbs and fingers. Sherry's very tender nipples seemed to become white hot pokers and the heat poured through Sherry's chest. She was on fire everywhere, but especially in her mind as, incredibly, her arousal grew instead of being satisfied. Even as she was fucking Sherry so eagerly, somewhere in Karin's mind she wondered at what was happening to her to behave like this. Like some wanton whore. But this sudden and continuing overwhelming need to suck Sherry's pussy drove the thought from her mind. Almost unnoticed, one hand reached between her own legs and began to rub her now very inflamed clit, her hips swaying to the electric tingles spreading through her belly. Sherry tasted different than Heather and she wondered if all women would also. Sherry began to pant as the next orgasm built up but this time she just wouldn't, or couldn't, come. Her overloaded nervous system kept her climbing higher and higher and she was now pounding the sofa with an arm as involuntary nerves in her whole body began to short out. Karin tore open her own pants and two eager fingers slipped inside her now totally open, naked pussy. They filled her up and she groaned as she pumped wildly, her arm a blur. The heat and thickness between her legs flowed over her belly and chest and she exploded, her scream into Sherry's sopping pussy lost in Sherry's belly. But it was enough to push Sherry into an orgasm more intense than anything she had ever experienced. She stopped being able to breath and her brain exploded with pleasures beyond her imagining. Floating on a seemingly red hot cloud of lust, she groaned and passed out, her tail slowly lowering onto the cushion, Karin trying to follow her down with her mouth still firmly sucking at the swollen flesh under her lips. Her own release came moments after, calming down her lust. Karin caught her breath and finally pulled back and surveyed the scene through dazed eyes. Sherry was completely open to her, her sopping pussy lips full and open, exposing the deep, tight pussy that lay just beyond. Heather still sat on the end of the sofa in a deep hypnotic trance. And as suddenly as she had felt the need to fuck Sherry come over her, she calmed and took stock. Finally, too embarrassed at her own actions, she pulled her pants back up and snapped the. She left a quick note to Heather and left it on the bed. Then, she headed for the door to go home and get some rest. For the first time in her life, she felt totally satisfied sexually. As she passed by the half naked Sherry, her hair still spilling down the back of the sofa, her legs spread, her breathing still ragged, she scooped up the beautiful hair, held it for a moment and admired its silky feeling, then she carefully placed it down over Sherry's front. Finally, she leaned down and kissed Sherry on the cheek. "I don't know what you do to me, but that was just unbelievable. I LOVED it." And she let herself out, being sure the door locked behind her. She sat in the car a long time composing herself. One thing she decided for certain. Sex with women was not only different, but exhausting. Three different women in only twenty four hours. If she had done that with men, her friends would call her a slut. Did it make a difference? Funny, she thought as she drove off, maybe I'm a nympho! And laughed to herself. At least I'm finally have some decent sex for once. She found Jean's card in her purse and already knew she'd call her today. As she drove home, she wondered just what it would feel like to have her boyfriends hot dick up her pussy (or even her ass - she let herself think) and have Jean licking her naked clit and sucking her tits. She shivered and had to take a cold shower when she got home to calm herself down. A new world was opening up for her and she felt strangely excited and a bit out of control as she rushed into it. Sherry woke up and realized what a mess the place was. She quickly pulled on her pants, stuffing her soaked underwear into her pocketbook. Karin was no where to be seen and she decided she must have left. Too bad, she thought. I wanted to tell her how hot she had been and how great she was down there between my legs. And grinned, knowing she could have a repeat just about any time she wanted. Finally she plopped down in front of Heather. "Heather can you hear me?" "Yes." It was from far away, a little girls voice. Sherry suddenly felt very protective and carefully gave Heather the instructions to forget all past suggestions, and to remember nothing of the session. Finally, she slowly woke her up. As Heather blinked the daze from her eyes, Sherry carefully refilled Heather's cup with hot tea to disguise the length of time that had passed. "Oh, Karin had to run. She said to be sure to thank you again for the shopping yesterday and said she'd call you later in the week." Sherry lied. She knew they had been shopping and didn't know herself if anything else had gone on, but she suspected it had, since Karin was there when she arrived. "Oh, I missed her. Too bad. So, no more post-hypnotic suggestions planted up here?" Heather tapped the side of her head, smiling. "Nope, clean as a whistle. Now I'll just have to get my kicks seducing you the hard way!" "Like THAT's ever been a problem for you. You know you make me hot." Heather stroked her hair and the side of her face. "I'm sorry about how I messed things up. I'm glad it's out in the open and all taken care of now." Sherry leaned against Heather and felt her hot breath on her neck and ear intoxicating. The tip of Heather's tongue followed. Sherry sighed with contentment. They got up and headed for the bedroom, hand in hand. It would be the end of the week before all the post-hypnotic suggestions were removed from Sherry by Janet, and Janet changed her trigger word for Traci. Sherry eased Heather's blouse off the magnificent set of tits so proudly displayed in front of her and bent to begin to suck on them. Heather was almost about to cum for the third time when the phone rang. "Heather?" "Ummmmmmm... yes... Ummmmmm... hi, Traci... Ohhhh!" "Are you fucking?" "Oh, god YES!" "I'll call back later." "No. Yes! Yes... Ummmm" "Well, will you stop long enough to hear some exciting news?" "I. Yes." She gasped into her hand and stifled another moan as Sherry began to feed her long tongue back up into her pulsing vagina. A thumb began to eagerly press on her ass, demanding entrance. Heather lifted her hips a bit to give Sherry clear access. She loved fingers and toys up her ass. "You are going to have a show in London! The dealer there loved your work and wants to take twenty or so works on consignment. You're on your way!" Traci was very excited for her. "That's... GREAT!" A thumb and long red nail disappeared up her tail and began to press on the fingers now working the inside of her very juicy pussy. The pressure was causing ripples of tension to flow over her belly and she felt the orgasm pushing Traci's voice out of her head. "I have to leave on Sat to set everything up. If we do well, you may have to come over to meet your new customers." Traci was so excited. Heather shuddered, desperately trying to forestall the inevitable. "That's great. Oh, honey, I'm SO excited!" A gross understatement. She lifted a leg, then the other and let them fall in a wide vee up over her ears to the headboard, locking them under the brass rail on top. A favorite position when doing herself with a fat dildo, it tightened her belly and made her orgasms incredibly intense. "Me too. I'll call you later when I have more information. Dinner tonight for sure. Can you come?" "Oh, YES!" And the orgasm tore the voice from her and she began to tremble and shake s her control was ripped from her. The phone fell on the pillow next to her ear, cutting of the load moans that filled the room. "Great. Later, then lover." And Traci rung off. Heather never heard her. ------- Chapter 26 It was in a hurry that they got dressed in travelling clothes and headed for the airport in the limo. Sherry looked totally lickable in a pale yellow blouse that set off her golden locks that flowed around her shoulder and hung in a thick mass over her right breast and down below her waist. The black skirt was tastefully short, and the black sheer pantyhose accented her straight legs ending in black high heels. She would change into the slippers they gave you in first class once they were settled. Heather had her luxurious black hair up in a twist and off her neck for once (she missed the sensuous feeling of it on her neck), but it showed off her long white neck. A white silk blouse that did nothing to hide her voluptuous shape was accented with a black skirt, rather short, and black stockings held up with garters. Sherry had insisted she show off her body on the flight and Heather finally caved, giving in to knowing how hot it would make Sherry. Traci had only called three hours ago and told them of the great art show they were missing. Heather's works were getting a lot of attention and it would do Heather's reputation a lot of good to make an appearance. Upon learning that Sherry was there with Heather (she did sound just a mite jealous, though), Traci had insisted they both come over and spend the week at the show. She made reservations at the hotel for the three of them to share a room (that would suit all of them just fine) and Heather booked two last minute tickets on a British Air flight and now they were going through the last security check. "Madam, would you empty your purse for me?" The portly matron was firm but polite. Sherry looked suddenly embarrassed. "Is there a problem?" "Your purse. I'd like to see its contents please." Slowly Sherry pulled out the items. The usual clutter, makeup, tissues, pens, wallet, hairbrush, comb. The pile in front of them grew. A small hand calculator. "Can you show me this works, please?" Sherry pulled off the cover and started doing calculations. The register showed numbers changing and the guard said. "Thank you." She looked down into the purse and said. "Is that all?" "Ummm, no. But." "I must see everything. Please hurry, we are holding up the line." Sherry sighed and pulled out a large penis shaped dildo. The switch on the bottom showed it was also a vibrator. The guard snickered. "Can you show me this works," a definite hesitation and her smirk grew, "please?" Sherry grabbed the dildo and snapped it on. The gentle buzz filled the air and several people looked at what was in her hand. Faces started turning red and people looked away, embarrassed. All but a very handsomely dressed blond just behind them. The clipped English accent added authority to the chill in the words. "Are you quite through humiliating this woman in public?" The guard wasn't expecting anyone to challenge her. "It's my job to check everything out." "I take it your instructions are to wait till the x-ray shows a woman is carrying a sexual device in her bag, then force her to display it and turn it on?" Sherry was frantically putting everything back in her purse. Heather stood off to one side watching, feeling sorry for Sherry, who was now bright red. And looked mortified. "It could be a weapon." The guard was beginning to look nervous and seemed about ready to challenge this outspoken woman. The woman was having none of it. "Right. Millions of people are assaulted every year with dildos in public places and it's your job to keep us safe from them." She picked up her bag and held it out to the guard. "Do you want me to show you the five sexual devices I've got in here and explain how they work to you?" A small crowd of grinning women were now standing around waiting to see the outcome of this. Embarrassing as it was, the blond spoke for all of them. It was perhaps worse that the guard was a woman herself and should have been more discrete, even if she did have to check it out. The blond was rummaging around in her bag and began to pull out her hand. "No, you are free to go, please don't block the line." The blond shouldered her bag and walked over to Heather and Sherry. "Cheeky bitch. Little gods. I know we need them to check for security reasons, but really, this lack of sensitivity is quite the limit." She held out her hand. "I'm Lady Moulton. Sorry you had to go through that." Sherry shook her hand, then Heather. "I'm Sherry and this is Heather." The blond gave them a once over, her eyes returning for just an instant to the over full swell of Heather's chest, then back to Sherry. Heather noticed the second look. "Do you really carry five sex toys in your bag when you travel?" Heather was grinning, but curious as well. "Certainly not! They're all in my baggage!" They all laughed. "Must have given them a jolly laugh down in the x-ray room. I often think I should just pack a bag of nothing but sex toys and have some real fun with them. Hell, they probably wouldn't know what they were." Sherry was over her embarrassment. "Thanks. I forgot it was there. I didn't know what to say." Lady Moulton took both their arms and they walked to the boarding area. "Where are you two ladies sitting?" A comparison of tickets showed they were all within a few seats of one another in first class. "Excellent. We'll switch with someone once we're up and on our way. I always enjoy company on these long flights." Heather looked her over. Expensive. Very expensive. Delightful accent straight out of finishing school. Very proper. Short blond hair almost in the style of Princess Di, but not enough to be accused of copying. Trim figure under a tailored dark blue suit, nice legs, heels. Ramrod straight posture. Expensive rings and accessories. A wedding ring. Maybe a bit older than Traci. "First trip to London?" Heather spoke. "Not for me, but it's Sherry's first time over. We're going to an art show." Sherry added, "She's being modest. Her works are on display and the patrons want to meet her. So we are on a last minute flight." Lady Moulton looked over at Heather and smiled. Beautiful and so young. On board, before they even took off, it was obvious first class would be almost empty and they just moved together in three over size seats with Sherry on Heather's left and Lady Moulton on the right. The take off went smoothly and soon they were being wined and dined. Lady Moulton purchased a full bottle of wine and they all had quite a bit to drink with the meal. They waited for the trays to be taken away. Lady Moulton was quite a bit more relaxed at this point. "I wonder what the entertainment is this trip?" Heather asked to make conversation. "Oh, some movie. I saw it when I was over last week. A movie isn't really what I need to entertain me at the moment." More to herself than Heather. "A game of cards, perhaps?" Lady Moulton laughed. "No, something a bit more physical, I think. And earthy. Not that I'll get much of a chance for that." "Oh, I'm sure your husband will be waiting for you to take care of that soon enough." "Not a chance, my dear. The bore is probably down in the city with one of his bimbos right now getting his rocks polished but good. No, I face a bed with cold sheets at home, I'm afraid." "That doesn't sound so inviting. How terrible for you. I'm very lucky, I guess." "Oh?" "Yes, I have Traci waiting for me and the rocks she intends to polish as sitting about six inches away from you!" Lady Moulton laughed. "What a beautiful shape you have, Heather." Her eyes were fastened on Heather's very visible nipples. "Traci is very lucky to have you." The pun was intended. They both smiled. "But what about Sherry? She seems more than a friend?" The lights went down in the cabin and the movie started on the small screens attached just in front of each chair. Sherry swung the armrest on Heather's chair and her's up and out of the way, making a short couch, then pulled a blanket up over her and Heather and curled up against Heather to watch the movie. In seconds, her hands stole along under the blanket and found the waist catch and zipper on Heather's skirt and unfastened them. "Hey!" "Shush. The movie is starting." Sherry's long fingernails disappeared under Heather's waistband and began inching the skirt down, the nails travelling over Heather's belly and down to the top of her now moist mound. The garter belt added to the sensation as Sherry pulled gently on the garters and the friction along her thighs added to the assault on her nerves. The sexual tension in her belly grew in leaps and bounds, but she did nothing to stop Sherry. She didn't know how to and not bring the activity to Lady Moulton's attention. But Lady Moulton saw the slow moving mound under the blanket and guessed immediately what was happening. It did nothing to ease her own sexual frustration, but make it worse. "Your friend seems very casual about public sex. I mean, carrying a large dildo out in public like that." Heather hesitated. Her chest was getting tight from the fingers playing along her bush, ever so gradually working down to the waiting extended clit, now poking up through the folds of her lips into the cloth of her skirt. It ached and tingled. "I'm afraid I'm a bit to blame there. I wore a sexy outfit to get her horny and I think it worked a bit too much." "It's quite becoming. Your outfit, that is. As well as those spectacular titties. What attracts her?" "Garters and no panties." "Oh, your pussy is just there for the taking?" Sherry's index finger brushed the side of her clit and she shuddered. She couldn't hear any of the conversation, as she had headphones on. She was reading Heather's reaction like brail. "I... I," it was too hard to concentrate. Sherry knew exactly how to get her very hot and keep her there. "Yes." It was a forced whisper. "Tell me Heather, how do you like to be fucked?" "I," Sherry's finger slid past the turgid clit and the tip became wet for the first time as it dipped between the swollen lips and encountered the pool of lubrication building there. "Slowly. Gently." Her eyes closed as the tension took her higher. "Like the way Sherry is fucking you right now?" Heather was somehow startled. So intent on the sensations between her legs, she was surprised by the revelation that Lady Moulton had noticed. "Oh, God, yes. Yes, like the way her finger is in me now. So slow, so deep, so wet." Lady Moulton shivered. Her lust, suppressed all week, was rising like some animal not to be denied. "I prefer almost violent activity as a rule. I find the slow approach too frustrating. I need to pound the bed and drive my lover to the limit. Of, course, Harold is a pig in bed, so maybe that's why the slow approach rarely works. I need a partner who can anticipate when I need to go faster. To just rape me in the end, when I'm ready to give everything and just let completely go." "Yes, let go. Cum in their face. Explode inside. Oh, yes. Ohhhhh..." Two of Sherry's fingertips were now sliding up and down her slit. She needed them inside her, but she knew Sherry couldn't reach that far across her and do it. Almost as a reflex, she turned on her right side and reclined the seat. Sherry moved closer and her hand travelled over Heather's left check and down between her legs, moving up to the nicely framed twat now exposed for easy access. She teased Heather and stroked the lips but didn't go inside. "Shit. Oh. Please." Lady Moulton realised that Sherry was playing with Heather and the comments were for her lover. But she was now very turned on. Heather's face was a mirror of lust and desire as the sexual tension filled her mind and drove out other feelings and desires. Turning on her left side, Lady Moulton pulled her blanket over Heather as well and with a deft right hand, her blouse opened. She pulled it aside and a perfect pear shaped breast with a large very dark brown areola and nipple now stood only inches from Heather's face. Lady Boulton never wore bras. And tonight she was glad not to have to fool with it. Heather opened her eyes and the breast swayed into view and without thinking, she leaned forward slightly, with Lady Moulton easing forward in her reclined chair and the nipple slid into Heather's hot, open mouth. "Oh. That is so nice." Lady Moulton shivered again. Her first taste of female sex was better than she had hoped it would be. And it was just beginning. Heather put just the right amount of pressure on the nipple with her lips and began to wash it with her tongue. "Oh. My dear. Oh." Lady Moulton was going to turn out to be vocal during sex. Sherry still didn't realize that Heather was now coupled with Lady Moulton, and continued to watch the screen as she slipped the tip of her middle finger slowly into the waiting honey pot. Soon, it was in to the second knuckle and she rotated a bit and withdrew just as slowly. And that began a regular slow fuck. Heather became hotter and hotter. Needing more. Needing it faster. Knowing the wait would be deliciously good. Dying from the frustration. She pulled more of the pear into her mouth and Lady Moulton cried out gently. A stewardess came down front. "Everything all right here?" Lady Moulton struggled to cover up her exposed chest, only just succeeding. "Yes, fine. Just trying to get a bit of rest." The stewardess noticed the slow rhythmic motion behind Heather's ass and realized she was getting screwed. Her eye travelled to Heather's face and that confirmed it. Lady Moulton clutched the blanket a bit higher, but from her vantage point, she could see the modest swell of the woman's breast end in Heather's mouth. Nothing she hadn't seen many times before. Just frustrating to see three beautiful women getting laid and her having to work. Shit. She walked away. Lady Moulton began to moan. She turned back, leaned down and whispered in the woman's ear. "Look, I don't mind you fucking up here, but you must be quiet while you do it. Would you like a gag?" Lady Moulton was mortified, but was now too hot to stop. Her built up needs were in charge now. "Yes," she said simply." The stewardess went to the storage cabinet and pulled out her purse. Noisy herself, she learned long ago to carry a ball gag with her to protect herself. She judged it a close fit to Lady Moulton's mouth and returned to the front. Lady Moulton had never in her life used a gag during sex. Being loud during sex had always excited her as well as most of her partners. She eyed the ball. The stew leaned close again and whispered, "It doesn't hurt. Just fills your mouth completely and you can't make noise. Open wide." She tilted the woman's head back a bit and compressed the ball in her hand and inserted it. Lady Moulton gave a grunt. The stew leaned back again. "Now, you horny bitch. In payment for this little bit of assistance, I expect you to come to my flat tomorrow night with these two sluts. Tell no one where you are going and be prepared to spend the night. I plan to fuck you to death, and then you can have me to do what you wish. Understand?" Lady Moulton looked alarmed. Her breast was fast disappearing into Heather's active mouth and she felt totally confused. She nodded. The stew noted the blond's alarm and whispered, "I won't hurt you, or them. But you will have the best sex you've ever had. Or ever will again." She stood up and walked back to her station. Her panties were soaked, she was so excited. She had no idea why she had just gotten so bold. It could cost her her job in a second if the passenger reported her. She was totally amazed the woman had agreed. After five minutes, her excitement not abating, she slipped into the lavatory and frigged herself to two quick orgasms. It didn't help. Grinning from ear to ear, she began planning the next night, almost too shocked to believe it might really happen. Heather was near to orgasm now. Her own groans were passing through Moulton's sensitive nipple and giving her clit little shocks to add to her soaring arousal. Sherry slipped a second finger into Heather's waiting pussy and Heather began to hump backwards in a slow matching rhythm. It wouldn't be long now. Lady Moulton hoisted up her own skirt and her fingers dipped into her panties as she masturbated, first one, then two, and now three fingers disappearing into her hole. It had been years since she had been this hot and her passion and lust was taking total control of her. The ball gag was working perfectly and the trio of women rose toward the peak. Sherry was so happy Heather let her do her on the plane. Heather got her so hot, she knew when they landed that Heather would fuck her to exhaustion later in the hotel. She slipped a third finger into the now very swollen mouth of Heather's cunt and picked up the pace. Heather was starting to stiffen. Lady Moulton felt the wave of an orgasm approaching. A wave like nothing she had ever experienced in memory. It approached and her belly went tighter and tighter, but it didn't break, rising up over her like some monster of lust, ready to crush her in its grasp. She moaned a continuous call of sex. And still it built. Her fingers moved faster and faster. Heather was going to explode and nothing could stop it now. Her back was curved and her whole lower torso felt like a solid, swollen sex gland. Sherry slipped a fourth finger into her and pushed in and out rapidly. And the orgasm took her as it always did from the rear. The explosion in her brain was joined by a red hot flush up the front of her body and her pussy clamped down so hard on the invading fingers that she held them in place as Sherry gently pulled and pushed to add to her pleasure. Her jaw clamped down, pulling Lady Moulton's now engulfed tit totally inside and pinning it against the roof of Heather's mouth. The pain and pleasure sent the tidal wave crashing over Lady Moulton and she screamed in release. A whimper to those behind them in the cabin, but her soul sounded its pleasure in her wail. Her pussy flooded her underwear with discharge and her fingers were crushed together as the spasm hit. And the next. And yet a third. And then, they came down together in the quiet of the cabin as the movie ended and a series of old TV sitcoms began to play. Lady Moulton removed the gag and licked her lips. "My, god, that was incredible. My dear, that was an experience I'll never forget. Who needs movies!" Heather slowly turned back and kissed Sherry slowly and erotically for some minutes. "That was delicious, my beautiful lover. Can I do you now?" "No, I think I'll wait until we get back to the hotel later. And then I'll collect my reward. I did good?" "You did me just perfectly. And Lady Moulton thanks you as well." "Lady Moulton?" "Yes, she saw you and asked me to suck her tit for her while she did herself. I think she liked it a lot." Sherry looked over at Lady Moulton and all three of them started to laugh. "I believe I have us in a bit of a pickle." The worried look on Lady Moulton's face caused the laughter to die down. Leaning together much like a huddle, she explained the agreement she had made with the stewardess in the heat of passion. "Do you know her?" Sherry asked. "I mean, would it be safe?" "Not to be rude, but I hardly know either of you as well. I've gotten myself into a very compromised position." Heather and Sherry looked at each other and nodded. "Not with us, you haven't." Heather spoke for both of them. "Look we can spend the rest of the flight getting acquainted, but you have to decide before we get there if you will simply tell her no thanks or that we'll be there." "You mean you would actually go to her place for, well, a sex orgy?" She clearly was in strange territory here. The doubt dripped from her every word. "Well, we can always leave if we don't think it's safe or not to our liking. I mean, she has to keep her reputation intact as well. It's not a one way concern." "No offense, but I have rather a bit more at stake, I think." Heather took her arm and smiled into her eyes. "Tell us about it. Why can't a beautiful rich woman with a cheating husband go to the occasional sex orgy?" Lady Moulton smiled. Heather had a point. At least about her husband. When do I get any action anymore, she asked herself. "My first name is Barbara. Barbara Moulton. I'm a Lady because of my husband is a Lord in the Parliament. Hence my title. We live in the country north of London in a vast house we can't afford, travel too much, and have to go to dreadful parties almost every night as we try to keep up appearances. I married my husband for wealth and power and got mostly the latter. The wealth is mostly gone. The banks own us now, for the most part, but dare not foreclose because of the embarrassment. Travel like this is mostly paid for as part of my husbands duties and I play the part of the adoring supportive wife in public. I don't have much fun anymore. Anything I could want to do to really let down my hair would be entirely too risky, so I can't do it. Today's little adventure was way over the top for me." She looked into Heather's eyes. "Not that I didn't adore it. I haven't had an orgasm like that since I was a teenager in the back of my boyfriend's car in a field. I think I'm saying too much, actually." "You really need to get out and have some fun. Sounds a bit too restrictive for me, even with all the influence and other bennies." Sherry was smiling. Barbara smiled back. "I concur completely." Heather and Sherry then told her about their backgrounds and future dreams. And a bit about Traci. "Sounds serious, I'm jealous." Barbara was completely surprised at herself. "And I'm shocked at myself for saying that. But, I'll be damned if I'm not jealous. I never thought I fancied women." Heather gave her a warm smile and squeezed her arm. Barbara squeezed back. "Don't feel bad about being jealous of Traci. Anybody that has Heather for a lover even once wishes she was in Traci's shoes, believe me." Sherry was jealous, but recognized the bond that existed there and never pushed to make her casual relationship with Heather more than it was. Not that she didn't wish it could be different. Damn that girl made her horny to look at her. "I can believe that." Barbara said. Heather felt a hand down her ass as Traci worked to get her skirt up to her waist. She turned back to look at her and Traci gave her a real shit eating grin. "We're two hours till touch down and I know you aren't satisfied with just one. Roll over and let momma play with you some more." "Traci, we have enough problems without more sex right now, don't you think." She caressed the grinning face. "Honey, I know you better than you think and you need this. Roll over and stop being brave. Let me at that lush pussy of yours." Heather sighed and did as she was told. Sherry was probably right. Once was never enough. Some days, ten was never enough. Barbara would think she was a sex maniac. Barbara watched Heather shift and Sherry move over behind her again. The tell-tale movements under the blankets told her that Heather was about to be fucked again. What a horny little bitch, she thought. And realized she was horny too. And jealous. To be so carefree to be able to do this so easily. But she settled on watching this time, a bit too nervous to get drawn into the action. What was she going to tell the stew about her decision. Did she even have a real choice. Certainly the stew knew who she was. Public disclosure would be ruinous. Heather was breathing heavily now that Sherry's fingers continued to roam over her lower ass and upper thighs. The nerves were on high alert and her pussy was already brimming. "Is she a good lover?" Heather focused on Barbara. It was hard. The tunnel of lust in her belly was sucking her down into its warmth and tension and she wanted to just slide in and float. "Yes, superb. Magic fingers. And tongue. She knows every hot spot I have. And there are whole bunches." "Sounds delightful. Mind if I watch? And eavesdrop? I love the sound of sex." Heather was falling into the funnel. Deeper. Her belly was tight. She could feel her nipples fight the fabric of the bra and the tension spread across her chest. "No. No. Join me." "No, not this time. I'm too nervous." Heather pulled her closer. "She's got my pussy swimming with cum. I need her to go inside, but she's making me crazy with waiting." Her voice was thick with lust and hot on Barbara's ear. Barbara was already beginning to think she might actually want to participate. "You are a horny bitch, aren't you my dear?" She hugged Heather to her neck, her fingers with their perfect red nails against Heather's neck and cheek. "God, oh, God, yes. Horny. I'm so fucking horny. She has such long fingers. Ahhhhh!" "Not too noisy my dear. Tell me how she is fucking you." Barbara's voice was deep and throaty with excitement. "Finger... tip... inside... ahhhh... ohhhhhh... god... good... deeper, yes deeper... ohhhhh... give it to me..." Heather was trembling with desire. Sherry's expert fingers were now touching the sensitive nerves near her G spot, but not quite letting her have the thrill of direct contact. Sherry had other things in mind for her luscious lover's well-stimulated pussy. The stewardess was back with a drink tray, working her way forward, glancing forward every so often to catch the action. She could already make out that the women were back in a huddle and she was eager to see if they were screwing again. Her hand was shaking as she held the tray out to the few people in the isle and she could feel her chest tighten with arousal at the thought of what the women up front were doing. She was sure. "My dear, the stewardess will want to serve us drinks in just a moment. Can you pause until she is gone?" Barbara was trying to think how to not be compromised yet again. But she held Heather to her neck and stroked her face. Heather was clearly too far gone now to stop. It was a stupid suggestion. The long fingers suddenly withdrew from Heather's cunt and the nerves screamed in protest. And then she felt the cool smooth head of Sherry's dildo on the back of her ass and upper thighs as Sherry warmed it up before penetration. Heather wanted it inside her more than anything in the world at that moment. "Dildo. Put it in. Hurry. Don't make me wait. Ohhhhhh, god, YES!" Barbara was shocked that Sherry was going to actually use a vibrator in the cabin, but she was distracted by a voice in her ear. "Mind if I watch?" It was sexy, low and very breathy. The stew was turned on. Very turned on. Barbara's instincts helped her here and without a pause she turned and said in a very low voice, "Only if we can discuss our agreement about tomorrow night. Other engagements make that impossible for me. Or them." "God... oh... god... oh... god." The rhythm of Heather's chant told Barbara that Sherry was pumping the dildo in and out of Heather's pussy at a regular interval and Heather was almost beyond reason with lust. Heather's hand was alternately gripping her arm and releasing it as spasm after spasm raced across her belly and her brain's defences fell away. She slid into the pool of lust in the tunnel and gave herself to only one thought. Fuck me, oh fuck me, oh fuck me. The dildo penetrated ever deeper on each gentle but steady insertion until all seven inches were filling Heather. Heather groaned in short gasps as her insides grew hotter and hotter. The stewardess watched Heather's face and her hand almost dropped the tray. "Careful, dear, or you'll get all wet." Barbara admonished the stew. "Too late for that worry, I'm already soaked." The stew whispered back, wanting to lick Barbara's ear, but her professional caution held her back to a safe distance. Checking to see if anybody noticed she was lingering a bit, she satisfied herself that they were all watching a movie or asleep and looked back down. "Barbara, I'm going to cum soon. Ahhhh... God, it's driving me crazy. I'm sooo hot." Sherry flipped on the switch at the bottom of the vibrator and Heather's nerves went wild from the sudden additional stimulation deep inside her. "AHHHHHHHH! GOD! Shit, this is sooo fucking... good!" Barbara knew she was going to cum and held her face close to her ear, her blood red nails a stark contrast to the white of Heather's neck and ear. "I'mmmm cummmmm... inggggggggg!" It was a gasp and her voice gurgled as the wave of tension flattened her belly and electric shocks raced up her spine to her brain. Then the stars came out as her brain went into overload and exploded in thousands of short circuits of pleasure. Her body shook uncontrollably as wave after wave crashed over her. Barbara held the shaking girl and realized she was extremely turned on herself. She looked at the stew and the stew was flushed with excitement and their eyes locked. The stew shook her head. "Can't, please. I'd like nothing better, believe me. I'd get fired for sure. Please come to my place." Barbara said, "Can't. Friday is the earliest I have open." The stew nodded eagerly. "Friday is good. My roommate will be home as well. Please come. You promised." Barbara hesitated. An orgy. With women, for God's sake. Her pussy tingled. "Yes. I can't speak for them. But I'll ask." The stew put her hand on her arm and squeezed. "Great. It will be fun, you'll see. Try to convince them. My roommate will really go for the blond on the end. She's hot." Then she walked back down the isle, bumping her hip strategically against Barbara's shoulder as she went by. Barbara liked the attention. And wondered if all those bumps on the arm and shoulder over the years as she flew had been secret overtures that she just missed. Next time she'd pay more attention. But right now, Heather's still ragged breath on her ear and neck was sending tingles down her spine and she wished she had used the opportunity to get off again. But the opportunity was lost, as the lights went up in the cabin and landing preparations began. Heather struggled to get her skirt back around straight and buttoned up. Barbara carefully checked her blouse under the blanket and found it mis-buttoned, so she fixed it and then the blankets were put away and they pulled the arm rests back down. Sherry leaned over. "Well, have you decided about the stew's offer?" "Friday night. She wants you both to come with me. I take it there will be her and her roommate. Are you free?" Sherry looked pleased. Heather finally found her voice, her face still bearing the tell-tale glow of recent sex and said, "We have to find out what our schedule will be. I have to talk to Traci first." "OK." Barbara handed Heather her card. "There is my number. Ask for me using Barbara and you'll get straight through. Lady Moulton is never in. Now, I have another invitation for you. I'm having a rather elaborate fancy dress affair day after tomorrow. All the powers to be will be there, as it's one of those can't miss things. I want you both to come and bring Traci. I'm going to frightfully bored if you don't. Please say yes." Sherry and Heather grinned. "Sure, but, we have to be sure we're free first. I'll let you know as soon as we get to the hotel. Fancy dress? Gowns, that sort of thing?" "Yes, quite formal, I'm afraid. Black tie for the men. Can you manage?" They had both packed some pretty formal clothes for the show at the gallery and in seconds had figured out that they could make a decent showing. "Yes, we have the clothes we need." "Smashing. Now I can't wait. Promise me you'll be a bit outrageous. And include me in the fun as well?" Heather leaned over and to Barbara's amazement and secret satisfaction, gave her a deep kiss full on the mouth. "You bet. We'll think of something to help you pass the evening away pleasantly." The plane settled into the finally approach and touched down smoothly. As they worked their way off the plane, the stew handed a napkin with her name, address and phone number on it to Barbara. "Friday." "Yes. I'm looking forward to it." Barbara said with a smile. "Thank you for a very pleasant flight experience." "Thank you." The stew said with added emphasis on the you. And winked. At the end of the ramp, Traci was waiting. She started to glow as soon as she saw Heather. Sherry was careful to avoid any physical contact with Heather as they came up the ramp and held back just a bit. No signals here of competition. They settled back into the car with Traci driving and Traci said, "OK, tell me all about the flight! I'm so glad to see you. Really glad." She reached over and squeezed Heather's knee and then returned to shifting gears. "Well, we met Lady Boulton just before departure when she complained about the security person making Sherry publicly demonstrate that her dildo wasn't a bomb or something..." Heather never got to finish the sentence. "What! You met Lady Boulton!? Do you have any idea who she is? And you had to publicly display your WHAT?!" "Calm down. Well, we know she is married to a Lord or something. Very upper crust. She's bored stiff. Very pretty and her husband cheats on her. And Sherry had a dildo in her handbag and the guard made her take it out. Lady Boulton embarrassed the guard to death and got her to back off and let us through. We ended up sitting next to each other." "Married to a Lord isn't the half of it. She's married to one of the most powerful old land owners in the country. Hundreds of thousands of acres. They practically support the arts over here single handed. Your art is hanging in one of her galleries. God, I hope you didn't do anything that might screw up your contact now that you've made it." "Well, we did have sex on the flight and she held me while Sherry got me off again. Oh, and the stewardess wants all of us over to her flat this Friday night for an orgy. And we're invited to a big do at Barbara's place tomorrow night if we don't already have anything more pressing." Heather was grinning and Sherry was shaking her head. "SEX!! You had SEX with the woman on the AIR PLANE?!!! And she lets you call her Barbara?!! Amazing, just amazing." Traci was silent. She literally was at a loss for words. "OK, from the top, slowly, tell me about the trip. And leave nothing out." Traci stared down the road and kept trying to remember to pay attention, because she still wasn't used to driving on the opposite side of the road. So, Heather and Sherry told her the whole story, paying particular attention to describe the sex in detail. In the end, Traci was hot and flushed, and even more amazed. "Only you, my Heather darling, could make the most powerful contact you could have in the UK by having sex with her in a public place, have others want to start an orgy with the woman and have everyone just loving every minute of it. Truly a five star performance." "Can we go?" "To the orgy? We'll have to talk about that." "No, to Barbara's tomorrow night. We might meet the Prime Minister and everything!" "I don't have the right clothes for that kind of thing, honey." "We'll shop in the morning and get you something. This is once and a lifetime opportunity. And Barbara wants us to think up something daring to do while we are there and include her in the fun." "Fun such as?" "I think something sexy and erotic. We have to plan it out. She's so bored and wants to have some fun. And she's pissed at her husband and I think wants to get even a bit. Anyway, we can come up with something to ease her pain." Heather was already thinking ahead. "Yes, I have no doubt that you'll think of something. Nothing too risky, though, I hope. You have no idea what kind of trouble you could cause if there were a scandal." "Well, we want her to have fun, though, so we'll let her decide just how risky she wants it to be as we go along and she can call a halt whenever." "Here's the hotel. Let's go in and relax and let the travel dust out of your hair. Tonight you have to be at the gallery to meet your fans. You have to be at your best for that." Sherry sat in silence. It hurt to see Traci and Heather be so totally comfortable together. She was jealous. A tear rolled down her cheek. Heather noticed immediately and wiped it away. Once in the room, they settled in and while Heather was still in the bathroom, Traci came over to her and said, "I haven't thanked you properly for being with Heather on the long flight. I can tell you are a good friend. And perhaps more." She moved very close and placed her hand on Sherry's cheek. "Well, you two are..." "We are lovers. We are friends. I love her very much. But she's still a wild thing and isn't ready to settle down. And she attracts the nicest people all the time. I'm very lucky to have her. Can I have you as well?" Traci's frank, direct approach caught her off guard. The hand remained and Sherry pressed her face against it as an answer. She wasn't being shut out, but being invited in. And she accepted without another word, kissing Traci deeply and feeling Traci stroke her long hair. God, could she keep up with both of them? She was about to find out! Traci removed Sherry's blouse and began to stoke the pert breasts with the back of her fingernails. As expected, in seconds Sherry's nipples hardened to pebbles and began to ache. "Oh, that is nice. I have butterflies in my stomach!" The trace of the fingernails went lower across her belly and up her sides and Sherry was shuddering from the nerves in her skin going wild. This was a technique she needed to remember for sure! Wow! With one hand continuing the endless trail of sensations, Traci unbuttoned Sherry's skirt and it fell to the floor. Sherry was wearing a white silk half slip and matching lace panties. Traci pulled Sherry hard against her, her hands gripping the back of Sherry's very firm ass and digging into the crack between her buns. Traci's delicious breasts moulded themselves over Sherry's smaller ones and the pressure on their chests made their breath quicken. Sherry was trembling inside. She loved a lover who was capable and skilled and Traci was both. She knew she was about to be laid by an expert and gave herself to Traci completely. Their mouths opened and long tongues slid past each other on their way deep inside and then the mouths closed over each other and a wonderfully wet, intimate French kiss carried them higher and then Traci eased her new lover back onto the bed and pulled her half slip down the long straight legs and tossed in on a chair. Sherry began to peel the panties down but Traci gently stopped her and began to kiss her breasts, working her way down to her belly and the top of the panties. The silk now spotted with a wet stain as Sherry began to open up from stimulation. Finally, Traci slid down and placed her lips over the swollen cunt and began to suck through the silk. Sherry gasped. She bucked as the sensation through the silk caught her off guard. It was delicious, a bit indirect and left her extremely sensitive clit at a level she could enjoy instead of causing pain. Traci began to lick her through the clothe and her hips took on a life of their own as she rose to meet each deep swipe of her insides. The silk was allowing her to enjoy a slow climb toward orgasm she had rarely enjoyed. Usually, a tongue in her pussy set her off in seconds and then her clit would be too sore to continue for quite some time. But not now. Her clit was rock hard and ached and sent tingles into her belly. "Oh, god," her breath was rushing in and out in shuddery gasps. "I... never... underwear... need... to... cum... oh... yes... Yes!... yes... oh... ohhhhh." It was a litany of lust as her mind focused on nothing but the long tongue now pressing the thin silk deep into her pussy. She wrapped her thighs around Traci's ears and pressed Traci hard against her. Unused to this slow climb toward orgasm, she thought many times that she would cum, but the release held off and she began to thrash as her need for release grew and grew. Her arms began to slam down on the bed in uncontrolled fury and the passion between her thighs drove her wild. Slam! "Make me cum, damn you... OH... OHHHHH. Shit. Fuck... Cum... MAKE ME CUM!" Slam. Slam! The bed shook with the fury of her physical reaction. "Please!... Please!... OH, god... cum... I'm so fucking... HOT!... Oh, Traci... Oh, Oh, OH!... Please" Traci drove her to the brink and then, through the silk, closed her lips tightly around the rock hard clit and pulled on it over and over. And then the release hit. A sensation of her belly going solid with tension, white heat pouring out of her pulsing pussy up her front and into her face. She trembled and shook and groaned in short gasps as her breath was driven from her. And then, just as the tingles began to slow slightly, the second orgasm took her and she passed out in the middle of a wild groan that ended in a hiss of air. Her body continued to quiver as she continued to release even though she was now unaware. Traci crawled next to her and held her close and stroked her back and arms. Sherry calmed down, but the exhaustion of the trip and now this intense sex drove her deep into sleep. She began to snore softly in Traci's ear. There would be time later for more. Traci grinned and eased a pillow up under Sherry's head and then pulled a sheet over her, then the spread. Sherry looked beautiful as she lay there, a sexual flush still in her face, a halo of now wild blond hair spilling over the pillow and out onto the sheets. Traci patted her and kissed her forehead and then picked up Sherry's things and carefully folded them and put them over the back of a chair. At that moment, Heather came out of the bathroom in an absolutely devastating teddy and nothing else. Traci's heart skipped a beat. God, she was beautiful. Heather kissed her and slid down and pulled her skirt off. In seconds, the panties joined the skirt around her ankles and then Heather buried her tongue between her thighs. How did Heather know just what she needed! She sighed and balanced herself with one leg on the bed and a hand on the dresser. A week with no Heather had been pure Hell. Actually worse than hell. And now she was going to Heaven with a beautiful angel taking her there. Leading her by the clit. Heather's tongue washed over the now hard and exposed bump and Traci gasped and then, unexpectedly, came in Heather's face in a rush. It was the first of many for both of them that morning in the hotel. Then Heather slept in Traci's arms and Traci lay there listening to Sherry snore gently in the next bed and felt Heather's hot breath on her ear. Yes, this was Heaven. No doubt. She began to think of things they could do at Barbara's party. She dismissed them all as too risky. She drifted off to sleep as well. They all got up and dressed for dinner and then the show at the gallery. Heather called and asked for Barbara and in a few moments, Barbara came on the line. "What a delight to hear your voice, my dear. I was afraid you wouldn't call." "I would never do that! We can come if the invitation still holds." "That's wonderful! I'll have the invitations sent round tomorrow to the hotel. Now, can you tell me what you have in mind?" "Ummmmm, not yet. We have a few ideas, but nothing final yet. We're too afraid of getting you in hot water. If you know what I mean." "Unfortunately, yes. But let me worry about that. You let me know ahead of time what you think of and I'll veto anything that might be too risky." "Fine. That would be great." "Super. Now, let me have your full names and room number at the hotel. Also, I have arranged for escorts for the party, as I can't have you just sitting at the table by yourselves. Too conspicuous. I'll give you passes for the run of the place and a small map so you can get around. It is very large and we can't have you get lost. Just have fun. Oh, I've arranged to come down on Friday to see the show and your pictures. My agent says you have real promise and I should buy them all up as a sure thing." Heather blushed. "Thank you. I'll send a note about out plans and you can tell us what is OK when we get there, OK?" "Fine. It's all set then. I can't wait. Say hello to Sherry and Traci for me. I'm sorry I couldn't wait to meet Traci at the airport, but I was behind schedule and had a whole room of people waiting for me for some stupid meeting. Couldn't be helped I'm afraid." "They say hello back. We can't wait to see you again. Goodbye!" "Goodbye! And they rang off. "It's all set. Our invitations arrive tomorrow and we are to be the bells of the ball. She would like us to send a note over with out plans and she'll veto anything that is too risky. I definitely get the feeling she wants us to be a bit outrageous for her privately if we can pull it off. I wish we could find a way to give her some leverage over her husband. There she sits all frustrated and he is off screwing around." Heather found her wrap and they headed for the elevator. Attractively attired, but not too sexy, they stilled turned every male head in the lobby as they headed for the door. Once in the cap, they all giggled. "Dear Lady Mouton (the note read), We have decided to come to the party and bed as many of your husband's lovers as possible before the night is over. We want to arrange to have secret pictures taken of each tryst so you will have some damaging proof each of the women is bi-sexual. That should keep the current crop of women at bay and spread some fear among any potential replacements. To accomplish this, we will need for you to arrange for a camera with very fast film and a blue light flash (to make the person unaware pictures are being taken. We assume you can get this and have it in the house before we arrive, as we don't think we can get such a thing past security, given the guests you implied would be there. We also need access to as many bedrooms as you can manage in a private part of the house so that the victims can be escorted there in privacy and left to their own affairs (Oh, I made a silly pun!) after we are done with them. Finally, once we arrive, we wish to take complete charge of your sex life for the evening and can only promise you some excitement and fun before the evening is over, assuming much of an opportunity presents itself. Now, if you agree to the first part, please wear something blue above the waist as a signal. If you agree to the second part, please wear something yellow. And if you agree to both, wear something red. Oh, and no masturbating before we get there! A little anticipation will go a long way. Your potential partners in mayhem and vice, Heather, Sherry and Traci P.S. Please discard this somewhere very safe, for obvious reasons!" Heather licked the stamp and told the concierge it had to be delivered immediately. When he saw the address, his eyes widened just a bit and said it would go out at once. And refused a tip. Heather thought to herself that their stock had just gone up in his eyes. It was one of the rare opportunities Heather had to use the special underwear so carefully made for her that previous summer. And she had brought along an incredibly hot black scoop neck dress that almost failed to cover her breasts, accented her tiny waist and flared over her hips and tail. Her legs sprang out of the bottom like two beacons inviting the eyes to follow their nicely sculpted thighs right to her pussy. When she pulled the panties on, the special fabric eased into position and gripped her buttocks and upper belly in a nice firm, flat restraint, like hands. As she walked around the room, she could feel the crotch area settle firmly into place, holding her pussy like a hot hand. Her clit tried to spring forth, but it was pushed back down and held there, only the top edge rubbing gently along the silk like elastic. As she moved, tingles and sparks jumped to her belly. She had forgotten how these damn things got her so turned on! Then, she eased the bra into position under her heavy, thrusting breasts and the upper edge of the cups just covered her nipples, leaving the top half of the dark areola exposed. Then, the web of fine spaghetti straps settled on her outer shoulder and around the back to the clasp. Traci came over to pull the straps together and hook the catch. The result was spectacular, to say the least. Her already beautiful, long nippled tits now stood out even further and seemed suspended as if by magic as she moved around. "Wow! THAT is some bra, baby!" Sherry said in admiration. How the hell does it DO that? There isn't anything to it. No wires, no heavy straps, nothing but a damn wisp of clothe! And I can't get over how hot your tits look held up and out that way. Magical levitation. What do you think Traci?" "I think we're going to be late if we don't hurry up a bit. You look fantastic as always, honey. Hard to go wrong with that shape of yours." Traci was also showing off her own nice chest in a billowy white blouse that would pull and move a lot under her jacket, her breasts being unencumbered with a bra. Heather pulled on her black dress and Sherry zipped her up. With the very nice hairdo she got from the hotel hairdresser that day, she was stunning. She slipped on very high black heels reached for her wrap. If the three of them had turned heads the previous night on their way to the gallery, tonight the lobby came to a stop as both men and women gawked openly. Three more beautiful women had rarely, if ever, graced this hotel and as they went through the revolving door to the waiting limo, the lobby burst into a buzz of gossip. Who were they? Where were they going? And then when Lady Mouton's name began to be passed around, they understood. The limo ride was almost an hour and a half out into the country and it was just after dark when they came down the long lane and pulled up in front of the vast house. A country estate in the grand tradition of British landed gentry, the beautiful home was breathtaking. The three of them presented their invitations to the security guard, who asked to see more identification and their passports seemed to do just fine. Inside, another security check and then they were announced and started down a long receiving line. As they were introduced along, near the end, Heather spotted Barbara at last and her breath caught. Barbara was in a very attractive, all red dress! Heather nudged Traci and she Sherry and they almost started giggling again. Heather was wet before she got to Barbara. What a night this would be, she hoped. Barbara spotted her coming down the line and her eyes lingered (as did everyone in the line, at the impossibly low cut dress she had on, and the spectacular set of breasts being exposed. Almost naked, but not quite. How the hell was that thing staying up? She tore her eyes away from the swollen orbs and shook hands. She was grinning wildly. She felt so wicked. Heather said. "It's so nice to see you again. We are so looking forward to this very special evening. Thank you for inviting us." She pressed a small note into Barbara's hand. Barbara slipped it into a very small pocket in the side of the dress. "It is all my pleasure. I hope you enjoy yourself thoroughly tonight. The receiving line will break up in a few moments and I can introduce you to your escorts and dinner companions for the evening. Are we all clear and have our signals straight for the evening?" The grin just wouldn't quit. "Heather grinned back. Couldn't be clearer. You might want to do a bit of reading before the evening gets too far along. Could be you need to see to a few things." Barbara's husband was now openly ogling Heather's chest and Barbara poked him in the ribs with her elbow. "Stop staring at the girl's bosom and greet the rest of our guests, Robert," she said sharply. The line broke up and Barbara excused herself long enough to slip into the nearby library and read Heather's second note. It read: "Barbara, you are now our sex slave for the evening. You first order is to remove all your underwear. If you have on pantyhose, remove it and replace it with stockings and a garter. We will check you before dinner. Failure to follow this instruction will cause you to loose your special dessert after dinner." Barbara took a deep breath. It was beginning. She was so excited, she locked the library door, went to a corner and stripped quickly, removing everything, then pulling only her dress back over her now loose breasts, flat tummy and long legs. They were already encased in silk stockings and held up with garters. The cool air on her already moist pussy made it tingle and get even wetter. Her hand trembled as she hid the slip and bra in a drawer. Head held high, she could feel the erotic tug on her nipples from the seams in the dress cups and they grew hard and ached as she walked. She knew she had nice tits, even if they were a bit small. But the shape was good and there was little sag. They bounced slightly as she almost strutted down the long hall. The three women waited near the entrance to a large room where cocktails were being served. Heather could tell at a glance that the woman had done as she was instructed. Barbara's eyes were shining with excitement as she approached. She reached over to a shelf and from behind a large vase, she pulled out an envelope and gave it to Heather. "Now, shall we go in and get introduced around? Anyone I introduce to you as a young lady of interest' is a mistress my husband is keeping. Don't read the material in that envelope in here. After a bit, go to the room at the very end of this hall and the three of you read it together. Lock the door. Please don't lose the papers. OK, here we go!" She took Heather's arm and whispered in her ear as they went in, "I'm naked underneath and so wet I can't believe it. Can I have my dessert now?" Heather grinned and whispered back. "Patience. You have to wait until the time is ripe." "I'm ripe now, I can tell you." "That's nice. I'm horny for you too." She squeezed back. The room was full of over two hundred men and women in fancy dress. No a few of the women were young and voluptuous, but Barbara gave no sign. As they worked the room, they finally came to a corner area and a young wasp-wasted woman with large silicon assisted breasts was holding forth with several other people. As she turned around, Heather was instantly taken with her beauty and grace. Her melon sized breasts were straining the dress and spilling out to top in a display that was awesome in appearance. She was a natural beauty, with her hair lightened in blond accents. "Now, Heather my dear, here is a young lady of interest. Cynthia, this is Heather, a young artist now showing in one of our finer galleries. You look particularly attractive tonight Cynthia my dear. If you'll excuse me for a moment." Barbara slipped away, leaving Heather to face Cynthia, who appeared a bit pale. "How nice to meet you. How are you associated with Lady Mouton?" Cynthia hesitated. "Actually, I'm an old friend through her husband." Cynthia's eyes traced over Heather's bosom, obviously quite natural, unlike her own, and they widened a bit as she perceived that a bit of areola peered over the top of the dress. She loved breasts, and here were a set to rival her own. Her pussy moistened. She never slept with women, but was always buying girly magazines to look at the tits. "You have a beautiful shape, Cynthia. You boyfriend must really enjoy those." Cynthia tore her eyes from the straining chest just opposite her own and stammered. "I hope he does. Sometimes I wonder if they were worth what they cost me." "Well, I'd know what to do with them." Heather was direct. Let's see what she does. Cynthia knew Heather was hitting on her. "I bet you get enough practice with your own." Their eyes met. "Unfortunately, I'm not into sex with women. But you would be quite a handful, I'm sure." Heather didn't press. This would be easy. "Maybe later we could talk about this some more" "I have an engagement later. A man thing. With a big cock for my pussy." "There's more than one way to stuff a pussy, you know." Heather wanted to do it right then, but Barbara wandered back. Her timing was actually excellent, as it were. "Well, have we gotten to know each other a bit? Sorry, Cynthia, but Heather is in demand on the other side of the room." Cynthia steered her away and whispered in her ear. "The others are in the library waiting for you, read the information I gave you in the envelope. Are you going through with this?" "Of course. See you in a bit. If you see us come in and out, don't interrupt unless something is wrong or you think we have to stop for some reason. Phase one will be over before dinner." She gave Barbara a squeeze, reaching past her arm and stroking the side of the bobbing boob under the dress. Heather's fingers felt hot through the fabric. Barbara gave a shiver and squeezed the hand against her side. God, this girl could make her hot. They parted at the door and Heather hurried to the library. Knocking softly on the large oak door, she hear the lock turn and Sherry peeked out. "Oh, good, it's you. Get in here." Heather slipped inside and tore open the envelope. Inside was a map of the house, six passes to the private wing, and three bedrooms marked with an "x". A symbol for a camera was placed in the first room, with the word "dresser" followed by a "1". "Ok, here are the rooms we can use. Memorize the layout. The camera is in the dresser, top drawer in the first room. Now, I've already met Cynthia and she likes girls, although I don't think she's ever had sex with one. This should be easy. How about you two?" Sherry spoke first. "Gail. Skinny, gap in her upper teeth. Pretty in a dark way. Long dark hair piled up on her head. Oh, big tits. Silicon probably. They look good on her, but in a way that tells you way too big for the body naturally, you know what I mean? Definitely not into women for sex. Smart. The big tits actually look good on her. She's shy about them, from the way she dresses and holds herself. Probably hasn't had them too long. Big like that I mean." "Linda." Traci followed up. "Pretty brunette, short hair, big boobs as well. At least we know he likes big tits! Not so sharp. Seemed a bit fuzzy when I came on to her. Confused her. I think she doesn't know what to think. I should think she'll enjoy it, then be totally conflicted about it for a long time." "OK," Heather said. "I'm first. Traci, you're on the camera. Sherry, wait thirty minutes and then bring Gail up. I'll be the camera operator for you. You take Traci's pictures. Remember, don't get carried away. Watch the clock. We have to be down for dinner. Leave the bimbos in the room afterward to fend for themselves. Now here are the pills." She gave each of them one. "Slip it in their drink and it will dissolve in about five seconds. It's pretty much tasteless. It takes five minutes to hit them and you can tell because their eyes will unfocus and they will start to slur their speech. Just move in and firmly suggest going somewhere and lying down until they feel better. They will be confused and not thinking clearly, so don't pay any attention to what they say from that point on. They are pretty much putty at that point. Within fifteen minutes, they are going to be totally under your control, but keep them on their feet and get them to the room as fast as possible. OK, all set? Good luck everyone." Heather headed straight across the ballroom for Cynthia, who was still holding forth in the corner. As she approached, she noticed that Cynthia's champagne glass was almost empty. She spotted a waiter and lifted two glasses of the tray, dropping the pill into one from her palm as her hand crossed the lip of the glass. It dropped to the bottom and was dissolved before she reached Cynthia. "Hello again." She held out the glass to Cynthia, who set down her now empty one and took it. "Thank you. We do have waiters for this, you know." Heather wondered if she should smack her. Instead, she just smiled. "Of course, but I spotted your empty glass and thought I'd save you the trip. Here's to Lord and Lady Mouton." She lifted her glass in a toast and Cynthia, to be polite, raised hers and took a good sip. It was a weak toast, but Heather couldn't think of anything else. "So, you said you know Lord Mouton. Do you work for him?" Heather said as innocently as possible. Cynthia gave her a curious look and hesitated. "No. Old close family friend of my father." Which was true. And also a lie. Lord Mouton kept her in a very expensive exclusive flat in London and paid all her expenses. "I understand many of the old families keep in close touch in England. Like a sort of club of rich people." Heather kept talking. Cynthia didn't seem to mind the young American's feeble attempts at conversation. "Yes and no. They all know each other to some extent. Most are members of the House of Lords, went to the same schools, belong to the same clubs in London. Hard to miss each other. My daddy and Lord Mouton were in school and the service together. We kids just got shipped back and forth between houses and I thought I had more uncles and aunts. It was very confusing for a while!" "Oh. Sounds nice. This sure is a beautiful home." Heather looked around. The room was spectacular, with statues and busts along the walls, along with many large oil paintings depicting great battles in British history. As she looked around, she took the occasion to study Cynthia's eyes and thought she detected a small amount of flush in her face. "You look hot." Cynthia didn't know how to take the comment, given Heather's earlier attempt to hit on her. "I..." "The room is a bit warm. Are you OK" "Oh, I thought..." she giggled. "Yesh, I'm fin..." She slowly looked at Heather and her eyes were now pools as her eyes dilated. Now, in seconds, her speech was slush. Heather put down their glasses and took Cynthia's arm firmly at the elbow and began to steer her toward the side exit. "You need to lie down for a few minutes. You look terrible." "Mmmmmm confoozed bit. What happnin." They cleared the room and headed down the hall toward a side staircase. In this wing, upstairs at the end was the bedroom. They headed up the stairs. Heather studied Cynthia's tits as they jiggled their way up the stairs. She idly wondered if her own boobs were still in the dress. A glance down told her they were. "Wrrr goin?" "There is a bedroom down here where you can lie down for a few minutes and no one will notice." "Nice." "Yes, then I'm going to undress you and fuck you." "Nice. Fuck me. Nice. Pretty Heather. Nice tits. Don't do it with women." "Yes, I know. But tonight will be an exception, now won't it?" They reached the top of the stairs and down the hall a few feet away was a security guard. "I'm sorry madam, but this part of the house is a bit off limits to the guests, I'm afraid." He was handsome and very polite. Heather fished out the two passes for her and Cynthia and handed them to the guard. "Yes, well, Lady Mouton asked me to escort her to a bedroom and tuck her in. Too much champagne I think." The guard saw the passes were in order and handed them back. He failed to lift his eyes from the two impressive chests and began to talk to their tits. "Of course. Don't loose the passes. She looks a bit under the weather." His eyes were solidly fastened on Heather's partially exposed nipples. Heather realized his stare was turning her on. And her nipples hardened. "Yes, thank you. Be back in a bit. Don't want to be late for dinner." He finally looked up. "No, of course not." He blushed. Caught red handed. "I. Sorry, that was rude." "Don't apologize. If we put them out on display, we have to expect the stares. Do you like them?" He hesitated. "Quite remarkable, if you'll allow me to be frank. Don't ever remember seeing better. Quite beautiful. Sorry, it is a bit lonely up here, so..." Heather leaned over and kissed him on the cheek and whispered in his ear. "Thank you." She pushed Cynthia on down the hall, counting doors. At the right one, she opened the door and guided Cynthia inside and shut the door. In the low lighting, she could see a four poster canopy bed with a deep red spread. The room was sumptuously decorated. Heather took it in with a sweep of her eyes and began to unzip the back of Cynthia's dress. "Naughty. Take dress off." Cynthia was trying to talk and couldn't make sense come out. Heather peeled the dress carefully over her head. Next came the platform bra and Cynthia's oversized melons drooped a bit and the nipples went hard from the cool air in the room hitting them. Heather began to run her hands over these delightful tits and decided that she liked their heavy feel in her hands. She leaned forward and took a turgid nippled deep into her hot mouth and began to wash the tip with her tongue. Cynthia groaned. "goshhhh. No. Wrong." She tried to push Heather away and the weak pushed failed. Heather's hot tongue was making her horny, in spite of being half drugged. Heather changed nipples and firmly manipulated the breasts with her hands, pushing the swollen flesh around. Funny, you can't tell there is silicon in there. They feel like mine, only harder. Suddenly, she was hot herself. Keep your mind on what you are doing. She thought. She guided Cynthia to the bed and realized that Cynthia didn't have on pantyhose or stockings. Just a pair of very sexy, incredibly brief silk panties. The woman did have a truly voluptuous shape. Now Heather's pussy was soaking wet. Focus, she thought. She pulled the stays off the canopy at each post and quickly tied Cynthia's arms back and to the corners. "Oh, I slave. Don't hurt master. Heather fuck me. No, please." Heather pulled the woman's panties down and laid them on a chair. In seconds, she tied the woman's ankles to the lower posts and then quickly removed her dress and underwear. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she again began to rub the woman's breasts, enjoying their firm resistance on her palms. They stood up with almost no tendency to sag to the sides. The nipples were rock hard and dug into her palms as she rasped her hands over them, beginning to pull and tug gently on them. Cynthia groaned. Heather could smell hot pussy and realized the woman was very turned on. She relaxed. At this point, she decided to enjoy fucking the woman and forget why she was there with her. She got up on the bed and straddled one of Cynthia's restrained thighs and began to lick and suck these delicious oversized breasts. Cynthia's breath was getting very ragged and she was now whimpering and groaning slightly. The licking moved lower and lower, always returning to the wrinkled nipples and then she started to bite. Cynthia finally gasped out a request. "Ohhhhhh. Fuck me. Heather. Fuck me. Jesus." She said it clearly and distinctly, the slurring from her speech gone. It alarmed Heather and she sat up and stared into Cynthia's eyes. They were still very dilated, indicating the drug was now in full effect. She relaxed again. She wasn't sure just how much time was left before Traci would arrive to take pictures, so she decided to pick up the pace and be sure they were ready. Sliding down, she began to lick up the sides of Cynthia's thighs and around the edges of the soaking wet pussy. Its fresh, hot smell was driving her own erotic reaction higher and higher. "Ohhhhhh. Lick me. Yes. Make me cum." Deep into the lust pushing the fuzzy effect of the drug from her brain, Cynthia was now more and more focused on the pulsing fire pouring out of her cunt into her belly and brain. Her chest was on fire, the nipples feeling cold and electric. Unlike some women who get implants and loose most of the feeling in their nipples, her breasts had come alive after the operation to a level much greater than before. Heather reversed her position and now was in a 69, finally lowering her head and pushing her tongue between the swollen lips. She was greeted with a hot flow of lubrication as she plowed her tongue up and down the folds. Cynthia shuddered and groaned and gasped, twisting against her bonds as the heat in her thighs shot to her brain in growing cascades. Without warning, and much to her astonishment, Heather suddenly felt Cynthia's hot tongue on her ass and then penetrate her own steamy pussy. The insertion of a very long tongue deep inside her brought her to a halt for a moment as she became captive to her own rising lust. "Oh, that is nice." Heather said, almost to herself. "Don't stop." Cynthia mumbled back. Lust now focused her and drove her. Although one part of her was amazed at what was going on, she continued to lick the woman's pussy and push her tongue inside. She'd never done this before, but her first attempt was none too bad and Heather was shortly gasping herself, now bent back to the task at hand. It wouldn't be long now. Maybe they would cum together. Now intent on what she was doing, Heather didn't hear the door open and close or the drawer to the dresser slide open and shut. It was only when Traci settled on the bed next to them, camera in hand, that she looked up. "You look like you're having fun, not dishing out punishment to this evil woman." Heather was sitting up and fucking Cynthia's face as the eager tongue washed her insides. Her belly tightened and she shivered. "She just started." It was a gasp. Her breath became more and more uneven. Traci recognized the symptoms. "Hey, my young lover. Look, I can't take pictures of you if your face is in the field of view, and we can't see her face with it buried in your pussy like this. Cum and then finish her off. Hurry up." Heather's head was back and she couldn't be sure she was paying attention. Her nostrils were flared and she was gasping and shaking uncontrollably. "Oh! She's making me cummmmmmm!" Heather reached out and grasped Traci's shoulder to brace herself as she felt her stomach go solid and a wave of heat begin to pour across her front. Traci, out of habit, began to stroke Heather's bounding tits and pull the long nipples. The orgasm slammed through her and she shook hard. It was a minute or two before she could continue on Cynthia. She moved out of the 69 and between her legs and began to make her cum with her tongue. Cynthia began to groan and then her back bent and she came in Heather's mouth. Traci shot a series of photos, being careful to keep the Heather's face out of the pictures, but clearly showing Heather's breast and sometimes a bit of the curve of her hip and her pussy. Cynthia's face was lovely as the lust coursing through her body showed clearly on her face. The woman was clearly enjoying the experience. Too bad she's not going to like the ending to this little escapade, Traci thought. Nice body. "OK, kid, we got what we wanted. You can quit now." "Just a minute. She's ready to go again." Heather sucked the hard button of Cynthia's clit between her lips and Cynthia came again with a wild cry. A couple of quick licks and Heather sat up. "Too bad. I like her." "You like everyone. Get dressed. Sherry's next door now and you have to take the photos. I'm on my way down to the party to pick up my target. Hurry." They hugged. Traci headed back down the hall. Heather dressed as fast as possible, put Cynthia's pass on the chair with her clothes and slipped through the door to the room next door through the adjoining passage. Gail was tied to the bed naked, with her oversized melons thrusting straight up in defiance of gravity. Sherry had a gag on her and her legs were tied up high to the tops of the posts, holding Gail's legs up almost at right angles to her hips and wide apart. Sherry was between her legs licking like mad and Gail was twisting and groaning and yelling into the gag. Sherry was still dressed! Gail was sweating and her skin glistened in the dim light in the room. "Sherry, for god's sake, you have to get out of that dress. We have to make sure you can't be identified." Sherry lifted her head long enough to say. "OK, you undo me and help me out of the clothes. Then suck her boobs or something. The bitch just won't cum." "She doesn't like it?" Heather had set down the camera and was pulling Sherry's dress up and then over her head. She unsnapped her bra and it fell to the floor by her knees. Her pert breasts hung down slightly. Heather eased her french cut panties off and eased her shoes off and put everything on a chair out of the way. Sherry finally responded. "Not at first. She really yelled, bucked and damn near knocked me out a couple of times with the knees. So I tied her up like this and gagged her with a scarf from the dresser over there." Sherry buried her tongue in the now slick pussy and Gail groaned and her hips bucked again against Sherry's mouth. Sherry came up for air. "But she finally got hot, she just doesn't cum. I think she's so hot she must be ready to explode. But she just keeps moaning." She buried her face in the steamy pussy and began to tickle the hard clit again. Gail whimpered and moaned. Heather sat on the edge of the bed and began to stroke the firm breast next to her. She leaned forward and said. "Do you want us to stop?" Gail opened her dilated eyes and tried to focus on Heather's face. She shuddered as Sherry's tongue roared up into her pussy again. Her face glistened with sweat. "No." She shook her head. "Do you ever have orgasms?" It was a valid question. Maybe this was a mission impossible and they should just take staged photos and get out. No. Another head shake. "Sherry's very good at what she's doing. Maybe this time." No. "I'm going to take off the gag so you can breathe. Please don't scream or we'll have to put it back on. There, better?" Gail's head was back and she was groaning and whimpering. "Please, fuck me, please, put something in my pussy and fuck me. Oh, my god. This is so fucking good." "Sherry, do you have a dildo in your purse?" "No." And back into the cunt. Heather glanced around the room and spotted a candelabra on the dresser. She went over and removed a fat blue candle from the holder and returned to the bed. "Hear, any port in a storm." Sherry looked up and took the candle and slid it into her mouth and got it very wet, when pressed the fat end into the open hole in front of her. Gail began to groan and hump the candle as inch after inch went in, filling her up. "Yes, oh, so big. Nice big cock. Fuck me hard." Sherry began to pump the candle in and out and lick the now exposed clit. Sherry was bucking and twitching. But she didn't cum. Heather took a nipple in her mouth and sucked and pulled hard on the other one, twisting it around her finger. "AHHHHHHHH!" Gail gasped from the overload of sensations. She had never been so hot in her entire life and was now out of control. Her control slipped away and then Heather bit her nipple hard. The sharp pain cut though whatever block in her brain existed to having an orgasm and in the short seconds it took to focus on the pain, the overloaded orgasm exploded in her brain and her belly and she screamed and came with a violent shudder against Sherry's mouth. Heather clamped her hand over the woman's mouth, but she was only whimpering and moaning now. Heather grabbed the camera and before Sherry lifted her head, Heather snapped a half dozen perfect shots of the overheated, spread-eagled woman with a candle in her cunt and a woman licking her clit. Heather tapped Sherry on the back of the head. "OK, hot stuff. She went off like a bomb. I got the pictures and you need to get dressed to shoot Traci and Linda." Sherry squatted back on her heels and slowly removed the obscene candle from the still pulsing pussy. "Do you really think it was her first orgasm? I mean, ever? God, that made me horny." "Might have been. She was really on overload when it finally came. I bit her hard to refocus her for a moment and then she was able to release. Poor thing. God, I can't imagine not cumming. I'd explode. Come to think of it, that's about what she just did. Yeah, I'm horny too. I'm saving something for Barbara." "You're crazy to try that. You better not get caught." She helped Sherry into her dress and headed out of the room and back downstairs. Two down and one to go. She hoped Traci didn't have any problems. She checked her watch and it was twenty minutes to dinner. Five minutes late, but they could do it. Sherry made sure Gail's stuff was over the chair and her pass was on her underpants and then she untied the exhausted woman. Gail was still trying to focus and talk. "You raped... me." "I guess you're right. You seemed to enjoy it." Sherry paused. "Don't leave me." "I'm next store for a few minutes, then I'll come back and check on you. Your clothes are on the chair and when the drug wears off, you can go back downstairs. You'll be fine." "No. Mean. Make love to me again. Pless." Her speech was very slurred again. Sherry stroked her arm. "Did you like the orgasm?" "Fantastic. Unbelievable. Again, pless." "Sorry, can't right now. And somehow I think when you are feeling a bit more together, you aren't going to like me so much." She patted her again and ran her hand up over one of those magnificent tits. The nipple was still rock hard. Gail shivered with arousal. Sherry removed her hand and stared at the woman. She realized she was very attracted to her and it came as a complete surprise. "I know you won't believe this, in spite of what I, I mean we, just did to you, but I really am attracted to you. Too bad there isn't any way now." She turned and left. Gail struggled to turn her head and watched the beautiful blond leave by the connecting door. Then she closed her eyes and slept for a few minutes. The drug was starting to wear off. Sherry found Traci undressing a very blitzed Linda. Sherry quickly undid the long dark hair and they lifted her on to the bed and tied her down. Traci slipped out of her things. Sherry found herself admiring Traci's wonderful boobs. So full, heavy and loose enough to jiggle like jell as she walked. Heather had told her about how those tits turned her on every time Traci moved around and now she fully understood Heather's attraction. And found herself thinking of those equally wonderful oversized tits next door on Gail. Jes, she wished she could figure out how to get close to Gail, but it was impossible now. The woman would hate her for sure. "Well, we are running very late. We don't have time to actually have sex with her. Get the camera and I'll pose for the pictures." Traci said, moving into position up on the bed between Linda's legs. Linda appeared to be watching, but said nothing. Sherry didn't think that was right. "No, we have to get her off like the others. It wouldn't be fair to her." Traci was astonished. "Fair? What the hell has fair got to do with this? The bitch is cheating with Barbara's husband. Get the camera." "No. Eat her. I'll suck her tits. We can get her over the top in a few minutes. Look, she's even trying to make room for you to get in there. She wants it." "We haven't got time." But Traci eased down and began licking the outside lips. To her surprise, Linda was already wet. Maybe Sherry was right. Maybe they could get her off and make it down to dinner. "You might be right. Ok, you work her over up top." Sherry already lowered her head and took in yet another hard-tipped nipple. This was a night of tit sucking for sure. For the first time, Linda made a sound. A sigh. Followed by another as Traci shoved her tongue deep inside Linda's now sopping slit. In... Out. Up to the clit. Linda shivered and moaned. Sherry traded breasts and sucked in the other one, leaving a cold, wet nipple between her fingers and thumb. She squeezed and kneaded the tight flesh. Linda gave a small cry of excitement. Linda's belly was already quivering and Traci began to suck her clit in and out between her tight lips, licking the tip as it came inside her hot mouth. "Shit!" Linda cried as electric shocks from her clit exploded in her brain. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" Sherry knew Traci was really working her over down there. She moved back to the first tit again and pulled as much as possible inside her mouth, a loosing battle at best, given the enormous size of the silicon enhanced mound. But the heat in her mouth drove Linda wild and a hot flush raced across Linda's chest. She felt like her whole body was on fire and the tension in her belly was starting to spread. She was about to cum. Sherry spotted the signs and pulled away and grabbed the camera. "Cummmmmmmmming!" Linda shouted in an orgasmic release as her hips lifted Traci up off the bed, shivering and shuddering in spastic jerks. The camera clicked and clicked and Sherry had six perfect shots of Linda with a woman between her legs, clearly in the middle of an intense orgasm. Her nipples were rock hard. "OK, Traci. We got the pictures. Get dressed while I rewind the film and ditch the camera. Come on, come on." Traci struggled into her outfit, turning to let Sherry zip her up. "That made me horny." "Yeah. I think we all have that problem now. OK, nice and easy, we untie her, leave her clothes and pass, and got down to dinner. We have five minutes. Move it." They appeared in the ballroom just as the dinner gong sounded. Their escorts were waiting by the door and they slid into line in the perfect seating order. It turned out they were just opposite Barbara and her husband across the very wide table. It had a long table clothe that hung almost to the floor all the way around. Barbara beamed when she saw all three women in their chairs, chatting away with their dinner companions, getting acquainted. Heather looked over, and when Barbara's husband was looking the other way, she held up three fingers, gave a thumbs up, and briefly flashed the roll of film in her palm. Well, I'll be damned. Barbara thought. Three sexually compromised women and they did it right upstairs. I wish I could have seen it while they did it. She had been wondering all evening what else they had in mind, but couldn't figure it out. She couldn't leave her guests, and there just wouldn't be any opportunity that she could see. Walking around naked under her dress had made her very aware of her body and she was now very horny and her pussy was moist. She forced herself to pay polite attention to the gentleman next to her. A diplomat from the continent, he was a charming man, if a bit of letch. Twice this evening, as she made her rounds, she had felt him squeeze her ass and had to firmly remove the offending hand. Not that she minded having her ass squeezed, but certainly not by him. He wasn't the only one, of course, just one of the more objectionable. The first course was served and the chatter around the table was joined by the clatter of silverware on expensive china. Everyone was hungry, fuelled by the lateness of the hour and the alcohol consumed in the hours before in the ballroom. As Heather looked around, she noticed that a lot of people seemed a bit drunk. She was impressed by the glittery show of wealth and power in the room. It appeared most of the cabinet and the prime minister and their wives were there, and too many others she couldn't begin to remember. She couldn't wait to tell her parents about meeting Barbara and about this dinner party. Suitably cleaned up of course. She was sure they wouldn't approve of her sexual escapades. Not hardly. The main course came and Heather took a deep breath. She leaned forward and caught Sherry's eye and nodded. Sherry asked Heather's dinner companion a question and engaged him in conversation and Heather dropped a tablet in the man's wine. Then, waiting a few seconds, she proposed a toast to the evening and he drank deeply. He clearly was hoping the evening would turn out to be a bit more than just escorting this gorgeous woman to dinner. His jaw had dropped when he'd seen her approaching the dinner line. Usually, they were old, widowed, bemused, and clearly only interested in not being alone at the dinner table for appearances sake only. As Heather watched him and chatted away about this and that, she realized he was very handsome in an English way, very well educated, and trying very hard to impress her. She felt guilty about the trick she was about to play on him, but it was too late now to change plans. And then, in mid sentence, he starting making no sense, realized it, tried again, and mangled the sentence again. His eyes got all swimmy and dilated and he slouched a bit in his chair, looking confused. He tried again. And the result was even worse. Heather looked past him and nodded to Sherry. Then she leaned close to him and whispered, "It will wear off after a bit. Just sit and be quiet and relax. Sherry will look after you." He tried to look at her and his reflexes were shot. Sherry leaned close and whispered something in his ear. He sat for a long moment and finally his head turned away from Heather toward Sherry. The man with Traci on her right was eagerly chatting her up and everyone on the other side of the table was busy with each other. Seizing the moment, she dropped her napkin on the floor, pushed her chair back just an inch or so and then leaned down to pick up the napkin, only she kept right on going, ducking under the tablecloth and out of sight. It only took two seconds and remarkably, no one noticed. She began to make her way over to Barbara, whose dress and nice legs were clearly visible in the dim light about fifteen feet away. Sherry had determined that she might have to do more than just chat with the now drugged escort to her right, so she had determined to keep him very focused on something else. Putting her plan in action, she pulled the tablecloth up a bit over her lap and his and gently began to work the zipper on his pants down. He felt the pull but couldn't get organized enough to do more than look generally in her direction with a slight frown on his face. She worked the fly open and reached inside. Heather eased her skirt up around her waist so she could move and crawled slowly over to Barbara. As she arrived, she decided to very gently let Barbara know she was there, breathing hot air on her thigh. Barbara stiffened from the unexpected air on her leg and she gave a start. The hot air came again and she froze. Looking across the table, she could see that Heather's chair was empty and she suddenly realized that she was under the table! Almost too amazed to react, she knew at once what Heather had in mind and she knew she'd let her do it. Excited all evening by the events in the house, she was now going to get personal treatment and she was a more than willing participant. Heather gently pressed her lips to the woman's knee and began to caress the back of her calf. Barbara signalled her acceptance and permission by widening her legs to reveal her pussy and then she began a slow wiggle to get her restrictive skirt up higher. As the skirt inched upward, Heather followed the moving hem, kissing and licking the white flesh. Barbara was now very turned on and eager to give Heather access to her pussy, but the long skirt fought her quick attempts to hoist it up and she has to settle for slow progress. It just added to her excitement. Sherry now had her hand wrapped around the stiffening cock inside the man's boxers and lifted it free and out into the air. She continued to converse with her own companion. Before she publicly acknowledged her Lesbianism, she had dated lots of boys in high school and college and to foil their unwelcome sexual advances, but not get them too angry, she had become a master at giving handjobs. Automatically, she began to squeeze and stroke the now hard rod and tickle the head in a perfect combination of changing sensations that she knew he would find irresistible. It was. He groaned faintly and his breathing quickened. In spite of herself, she smiled at that. Haven't lost my touch! Barbara's skirt was now up high enough and Heather began to lick the purple lips and matt of hair. She wasn't surprised to find her already wet. She was herself from the excitement of what she was doing. Barbara gave a groan and realized immediately that she had to find something to keep herself quiet. Fortunately, dessert arrived and it was apple pie. She stuffed her mouth full and chewed very slowly. Even so, her breath was now quite ragged and coming in short gasps through flared nostrils. Heather's tongue began to push the outer lips aside and then the tip entered her vagina and Barbara thought she'd faint with excitement. Her pussy was already so hot she thought it'd explode. She stuffed another large fork full of pie in and closed her eyes. Sweat was beading on her upper lip and she was twitching in her chair with short thrusts trying to get more of Heather's tongue up inside her. Sherry was now increasing the speed of stroking on the surprisingly long cock and pre-cum was pouring from the small slit at the end. Using it as lubricant, she spread it around the back edge of the head and began to slowly pump. She could feel him feebly attempt to hump back. Heather better get back here soon. Dessert is almost over. She noticed that Barbara was stuffing in the pie and her face was bright red and her eyes were droopy. Go, Heather, go. She can't last much longer! Sherry pumped faster in anticipation to Heather's quick success. Heather now had her tongue buried deep in the delicious twat in front of her, her nose rubbing the rock hard clit. Barbara's excitement was demonstrating itself with flying colors as lubrication poured from the woman in a steady stream. The aroma as overwhelmingly erotic and Heather felt herself get hotter and hotter. Barbara was jerking and twitching and one leg slowly rose and settled on Heather's shoulder. Taking the clit between her lips, she began to suck and press on the erect bud. Barbara now could feel the approaching orgasm and reached with a spastic hand for more pie. Her plate was empty! She became frantic and spotted the fact that her husband had not touched his. She reached over and picked up his plate. He raised a questioning eyebrow, as his wife almost never ate sweets. "Nothing to eat all day. I'm still famished. I hope you don't mind." It was more a machine gun delivery as she shoved a huge chunk of pie into her mouth and closed her eyes. Sherry casually slipped her napkin over the turgid cock to her right and began to pump firmly through the fabric. She felt him stiffen, then give an involuntary jerk and the first wad of cum shot from his cock into the napkin, its heat spreading through her palm. Then the next and a third. Finally, as she slowed down, several more drops forced there way out to expand the pool of white fluid now wetting the cloth. Sherry slowly wiped off the cockhead and folded the napkin and casually laid it up on the table. After few minutes, she returned and replaced his now limp cock in his boxers and managed to pull the zipper up an inch or so. Then it defeated her. The man now sat slumped in his seat. He would have to just be embarrassed if anyone noticed his fly open. Barbara felt the tension in her thighs rise spectacularly. Her other leg was now sticking straight out, trembling. And then, the wave of tension burst deliciously and heat flooded across her belly and up into her chest, driving her breath from her in a spasm and she gave a cry in spite of her mouth being full of food. Apple filling dribbled down her chin. She jerked again and again and then Heather slowed down and stopped, retreating, pulling Barbara's dress partially down. She hurried back to her side of the table. Arriving just after her escorts orgasm, she twisted around and pulled down her dress a bit, then backed her tail onto the edge of the chair and pushed back up past the drooping tablecloth and sat up. She slowly smoothed her dress and casually looked around. No one had noticed or was even looking her way! Relief flooded through her. Sherry leaned forward and grinned. Heather winked back and Sherry casually picked up her napkin and wiped her mouth, looking at Heather. Heather realized her face must be a mess and she wiped her lips carefully. Then, she noticed the large wet stain in the cloth and realized what it was! As she did so, she looked over at Barbara and saw her husband making a big fuss. She was pushing him away, her face still beet red. Then she looked over at Heather and winked, grinned briefly and turned back to settle her husband back down. Heather managed to eat one piece of pie before the table began to rise and the dinners head back to the ballroom. She got her escort on his feet and carefully guided him into the other room and propped him against the wall and left him there, then started looking around for Traci and Sherry. She found them on the other side of the room with Barbara. As she approached, Barbara spotted her and her face broke into a broad smile. "Well, young lady, I hope you got enough pie for the evening!" "I rather think it was more delicious than yours, I'm sure." Barbara leaned very close and said in a low voice. "When you said it would be an exciting evening, you weren't fooling. Thank you. I won't forget this party, I can assure you." Heather pressed the film container into her hand and Barbara slipped it into her pocket. "The camera is in the last bed room. And the beds are a mess, so you might want a maid to go and straighten up a bit." "Way ahead of you dear. Did any of them protest?" "Gail, but once Sherry got her hot, she shut up and had the first orgasm she ever had. So, she can't complain too much. It's obvious your husband loves really big tits." "Yes, and mine are modest and he wanted me to be a cow like them and I refused. Maybe it was a mistake." "Well, I think your chest is beautiful. Don't change a thing." Barbara squeezed her arm and said, "I have to start seeing guests out at the door. You and your friends better leave early. Sorry, there might be a few scenes later. We don't need a confrontation." Heather went to tell Traci and Sherry they had to leave soon and they disengaged from their dinner escorts with some difficulty and made for the coat room. They said good night and Barbara pressed an envelope into Heather's hand as they left. In the limo, she opened it and read to herself: "Heather, Traci, and Sherry: What a night! I'm still tingling. Thanks for the pictures. I know just what to do with them. Remember, we have a hot date Thursday night. Now I can't wait. Barbara" The three of them sat back in their seats and retold the night's adventures all the way back into town. They giggled and got hot all over. It was dawn before the collapsed across the bed, entangled in each other's arms and legs, wet thighs and sheets telling the tale of their passion. Barbara missed the best part of the evening. ------- Chapter 27 The morning dawned bright and sunny with a brisk breeze from the North, a complete change from the gale the night before. The crowd at the gallery had been large and very interested in Heather's work. She found herself in high demand throughout the evening and when they finally closed up and headed back to the hotel, she realized she was exhausted. In spite of Traci's gentle attempts to arouse her for a late night lovemaking session, for once her body refused to respond and she drifted off to sleep in moments. Traci, frustrated at not having enough time alone with Heather over the last few weeks had found her own needs going unsatisfied and in the darkened room, frustrated and tired, she began to weep into her pillow. She knew she was exhausted from the strain of the trip and taking care of all the business arrangements with the gallery. And then there was the unexpected complications of Barbara and the dinner party. And now yet another late night had taken its toll and pushed her over the edge. She hated feeling weepy like this and tried to push it down. The harder she fought it, the more the tears came. She suddenly felt a gentle hand on her shoulder. It was Sherry, just out from the bathroom. "Are you OK?" Sherry's pretty face looked concerned. Traci wiped away a tear and tried to smile. "Just too tired I guess. I'm fine." Sherry sat on the side of the bed and rubbed Traci's arm. Traci knew immediately Sherry was inviting her to her bed. Tired or not, the tension in her belly immediately rose and she suddenly realized just how horny she was. God, they say the men are always ready to go. Maybe this is what it's like for men. Hormones driving you do it. Anywhere. Anytime. With anybody. Sherry looked so beautiful and erotic in the dim light, her blond hair spilling down one side of her head and over her breast and on to her waist. But Sherry wasn't just anybody. Traci had grown to like her more than just a little over the last few days and found her an exciting, erotic creature to be around. Her freshly washed hair smelled wonderful as the aroma of her shampoo settled around them. "You and Heather aren't getting enough time alone with me around. Maybe I should go home tomorrow and leave you two to... well, alone for a bit." "No! Oh, no. I mean, please don't go. We act like a couple of nuts around each other and maybe we're a bit too much at times. I should be able to spend some time without... well, without sex and not get all weepy." She picked up a tissue from the nightstand and dried her eyes. She noticed that Sherry's hand had not left her arm, but continued to gently stroke it. "I understand. Really. And, I mean, sex with Heather is so intense." She paused. "I'm sorry, she's your lover and I shouldn't..." Sherry stopped. "No. It's OK. You're right. We're like animals together. It scares me sometimes just how intense sex with her can get. Like it's a battle or something. The orgasms are, well, earth shaking is a cliche, but it really does fit. Half the time I feel like the top of my head will blow off. She's made me dizzy and breathless so many time's I've lost count." Sherry stopped, then resumed stroking her arm. The backs of her fingernails were now strategically positioned so that they were also stroking the side of Traci's breast. Traci looked down and watched the red nails slide along her full, heavy tit. The nipple tightened harder and harder and ached. Sherry made her move and cupped the hard nipple in the palm of her hand and pressed the full flesh down and cause a wave of heat to flow across Traci's front. Traci's now racing hormones took control of her and her pussy tingled with anticipation. Her need gave her a surge of energy. "Not here," she whispered. Traci swung her legs over the side of the bed and Sherry moved ahead of her to the other bed, reaching down and pulling her nighty over her head in a quick motion. She turned and faced Traci as she approached. Sherry reached out and slowly slipped the straps off Traci's shoulders and the nighty dropped, held up only by the swollen nipples on the ends of the heavy, rippling breasts. She stroked the sides and tops to the bulging flesh and Traci shivered. "I wish I had big tits." She slipped the nighty off the nipples and it fell to Traci's hips momentarily and then on to the floor. Traci felt the sexual tension between her legs soar. She was very wet already with anticipation what was to come. She realized she felt as relaxed with Sherry as with Heather when they began to make love. Her mind was just filling with erotic excitement to match her body's reactions to Sherry's advances. "Your's are beautiful." Sherry murmured as she stroked and lifted them heavily in her hands. Traci felt her knees go weak. Sherry was rolling the nipples expertly and sparks shot between her legs. "I always wanted to be big and really fill a blouse to overflowing. Bounce and look heavy and sexy. Have long sensitive nipples that were always hard under a sweater. The kind men drool over and other women are jealous of." She began to squeeze the rigid nipples harder. Traci gave a whimper. Sherry moved closer and slipped a hand up behind Traci's neck and pulled her mouth onto Traci's. Her hot tongue slid inside Traci's now open mouth and their tongues met in a slow, erotic dance of saliva and tender bites. Even as she kissed Traci, her mind wandered for a second to the enormous inflated breasts of the women they had drugged and raped at the party. Her pussy went totally wet at the thought of getting her own huge tits. They had felt so good in her hands and while she sucked them. Heavy and solid. Tight. And big. Really big. Eye popping big. Shivers were racing up and down her spine at the mental image of such big boobs hanging out in front of her, the weight of them pulling on her shoulders and chest. Sherry kept up the careful rubbing of the extended nipple and slid a thigh between Traci's legs, cocking it up until at last she could feel the red hot, slippery cunt begin to slide along the top, leaving a trail of lubrication as she worked it slowly in and out. The clit began to fill and go stiff, poking out from its hood just a bit. She knew Traci must be very horny after all this time with so little sex with Heather and she took advantage of it. Heather had told her how physical they were all the time. Sherry was also blessed with a very high sex drive, but she suspected Heather and Traci's activities would leave her behind over the long run. One thing she knew was that Heather was completely out of her league in terms of sex. She was often exhausted from sex with Heather, only finding her eager for more, like it was only a warm-up or something. Traci was now in Sherry's control and gave herself to her. Her horniness had raised her arousal to extreme heights very quickly and she now leaned into the slow fuck going on between her legs, opening her legs wide and giving the thin thigh full and easy access to her inflamed pussy. Her orgasm was rapidly approaching in spite of Sherry's relaxed, slow thrusts. "I'm going to cum, honey." Traci said with a very shaky voice. "Already? Go for it. We've got all night." Sherry felt pleased at how well she was pleasuring Traci as she moved her thigh away and slid her hand down over Traci's flat stomach and two experienced fingers buried themselves in Traci's now totally open twat. The tip of one found Traci's g-spot and Traci's pussy pulsed with fire. "OH!" Traci cried into Sherry's ear. "Now. I'm going... Ahh. Ahhh. Ungh. Ahhnnmmmmm." The gasp and shudder signalled her rapid release as Sherry continued to pump fingers in and out. Finally, Sherry guided Traci on to her bed and lay down beside her, stroking her breasts with the fluid from her own cunt, dipping her fingers over and over in Traci's copious flow. Both these women got unusually wet during sex. Sherry loved it. Traci sighed. "I needed that. Ummmmmm. That's nice." She was still floating on the sensations and coming down very slowly. Now a third finger joined the first two and Traci was opened a bit wider. "Oh, god. That's good. Long fingers. Fuck me." Her hips lifted to meet the plunging fingers. A fourth finger joined in and Traci gasped with pleasure. The cone of fingers pumped steadily. Traci's hips joined the rhythm and she began to groan. Sherry leaned down and pulled as much of Traci's more than ample left tit into her mouth and sucked harder and harder. The nipple stung and gave off sparks of electric across Traci's now brightly blushing chest. On her knees now, next to Traci's humping figure, Traci's legs wide open and the knees slightly raised, Sherry cupped her fingers carefully together and slid her hand into Traci's now stretched pussy, fisting her. Whatever sudden nervousness Traci might have felt as she realized she was about to be fisted for the first time in her life was blown away by the intense feeling of fullness she now felt. The pressure was exploding nerve endings deep inside her in a way she had never experienced before. Her internal organs were pushed out of the way and her tingling clit practically exploded out of its now tightly stretched hood. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. Faster and faster, the fist pumped her and she tried to follow the rhythm and driffed out of control. An arm slammed down onto the bed and still she didn't come. InOutInOutInOutInOut. Slick.Slick.Slick.Slick.Slick. Her wetness made soft sucking sounds as the fist pressed further and further up into her and now only Sherry's thinner wrist was to be seen pumping in and out. The ball of her fist was now buried in the honey pot. Deeper it went. Slick.Slick.Slick.Slick. Traci was breathless. "On... my... god... god... god... no... oh... ahhhh. Ohhhhh. God... shit... oh. Oh. OH!" Her orgasm stunned her. Literally stunned her. Her vagina clamped down on the trusting arm but couldn't stop it. Her head was pressed down so hard into the mattress that her back lifted clear of the bed, her body lifting has her trembling legs dug in at the heels and her pussy thrust out at Sherry's wonderful and overwhelming assault on her hole. Slick.Slick.Slick.Slick.Slick. Sherry's arm was disappearing to an incredible depth. Fisting was one thing Sherry loved and loved to do. Especially to fisting virgins. They went crazy once they relaxed and let it happen. Then, finally, she slowed the tempo and Traci, still twitching and trembling, lowered to the bed. Sherry left her fist and arm deep inside Traci. Left it there until Traci realized just how deep she was inside her. Could feel the new pressure and sensations so deep inside. Traci moaned. "My god, girl. Are you still in me? She raised her head and could see over half of Sherry's forearm was inside. "Oh, wow! Unbelievable!" Never in a million years would she have believed she could absorb that much. She fell back, trembling. Sherry began a very slow retreat. Traci shuddered. Her hips twitched over and over as the outraged nerves cried out from the sudden absence of pressure. And then the balled fist reached the stretched opening and Sherry let it stretch the lips of the vagina till they were tight as a drum and Traci's clit stood straight up out of its hood. She leaned over and began to lick the tender bud and Traci whimpered. "No. No. Too Sensitive. Damn you. Stop. Stop! Oh. Shit." It hurt a bit at first as the oversensitive clit sent fire up her loins. Then, hot fire replaced the pain and she felt her belly grow tense yet again. In only seconds she was racing to a third orgasm. The over-stretched entrance between her legs was shooting sparks to join in the fury of the wave of heat spreading up her body, across her chest. Her body was sweating heavily and her body was glistening in the dim light of the room. And then she stopped breathing and came in a wild shudder that left her trembling violently on the bed. A fist buried in her twat, her clit clenched between two sparkling white teeth and red lips, stretched out to its full length. In her mind she could see what Sherry was doing to her. Darkness appeared at the edge of her still exploding mind, and finally, slowly, it closed in on the fire and overwhelmed it. Still trembling, total relaxation washed over her and she slept. Sherry removed her fist very, very carefully and licked off her hand. The woman was delicious. Somehow she had known that Traci needed someone to make very violent love to her and leave her exhausted so she'd sleep. At least, Sherry was sure SHE wanted to violently make love to somebody. It had left her horny as hell, but soon she slipped a finger between her legs and began to stroke the inflamed lips of her own pussy. She glanced over at Heather, still snoring lightly and decided she wouldn't wake her up. Another finger disappeared inside, then a third and she bent her head back and closed her eyes. The first orgasm left her horny for many more. One thing she knew well was how to do was give pleasure to herself and for the next hour, she worked her body out until it was too exhausted to continue. As she fingered herself to orgasm after orgasm, she dreamed of oversized inflated breasts hanging from her frame, their out thrust weight and hard nipples turning heads as she walked. Of mouths hot on her nipples and hands holding the bulging flesh. Of the felling of a snug lace bra fighting to control the bounce as she walked. It was such a turn on she rolled from orgasm to orgasm in a steady pattern for a long time. She finally tossed a pillow and some blankets on the sofa in the room and slept. It would have been too hard to explain Traci in her bed and their gentle Heather was now raising the roof with her snores. She drifted off to sleep wondering at her new/old fantasy. How much would it cost? How long does it take? Does it hurt? Finally, her hands mentally fondling her enlarged globes, she slept. The ringing phone finally roused Heather, who chatted for a few minutes with Barbara and then rung off. Heather headed for the bathroom and when she returned, she surveyed the two women, still out cold. She was glad Traci was finally getting some rest. She had been so bitchy the last two days. And even knowing it was just because Traci was tired didn't make it any easier to be around her. Sherry was on her side, a hand between her legs, sleeping as well. Heather slipped on some jeans and a top, pulled her long, thick dark hair up into a quick bun and went down and got a paper and a couple of rolls, some coffee and returned to the room with full hands. The sound of a flushing toilet as she walked in told her someone was up. It was Sherry, appearing out of the bathroom as she spread the paper on the floor. "Ummm! Can I have one?" She scarfed up a donut before Heather could reply and wolfed it down. "Hey! Call room service!" Sherry made a grab at the other donut, but Heather held her off and they both laughed. "OK! OK!" She called room service and ordered a complete breakfast. "Me, too." It was Traci mumbling from bed. "What?" "Me, too. Breakfast. Whatever you're having." "Make that two of everything and a big pot of coffee. Room 617. Thanks." Sherry hung up. "Twenty minutes." Traci swung her long legs over the edge of the bed a bit gingerly. Sherry guessed she was sore from the night's activities. "You OK?" "Nothing that a good massage later won't fix." She gave her a wry grin. "Pulled muscle?" Heather ventured. "Something like that. An unusual workout, anyway." Traci stood up carefully and walked slowly to the bathroom. "Wonder what she did to herself?" Heather mused. "Well, she'll kill me if I tell you." "OK, that does it. Now you HAVE to tell me." "You'll be real mad at me too." "Out with it. What's going on?" Heather realized all of a sudden it was a sex thing. Sherry hesitated, then said softly. "I fisted her last night." "What? You did? She let you? Well, I'll be damned! I've asked her a dozen times if she wanted me to do it to her and she was always too scared to try it. How did you get her to agree?" "Actually, we didn't discuss it. I just did it." Sherry waited for the reaction. She didn't get it. At least, no the one she expected. "Well, I should have just done it to her, I guess. I'm too damn polite. Did she like it?" Sherry relaxed. Heather was amazing. She didn't feel threatened at all. "Yes. Had a very nice bed thumping orgasm and passed out. Well, fell asleep. Slept till this morning. Just now, in fact." "I won't tell her you told me. Don't worry. Amazing. Damn. I knew I should have just done it. I was so tempted." "Heather? I got into a really big fantasy last night and I can't get it out of my head, it seems." "Really? Like what?" "Big tits. I want big, heavy, breasts. Like you and Traci. Maybe bigger." Sherry looked sheepish as she blurted it out. "Like the women we screwed at the dinner?" "Yeah. Stupid, right. I mean. I'm healthy and have a nice enough pair now, but still, since I was twelve, I sometimes wanted to be a lot bigger and for some reason, the three we did the other night showed me what they would be like. I am SO turned on by this all of a sudden, you can't believe it." Heather grinned. She had to admit Sherry would look really totally great with big jugs. "Well, it's expensive, to be done right. You'd look great. If that's what you really want. But you better be sure, cause going back to your natural self might be hard to do and you could have other problems. You've read the papers about all the back and forth on it." "You don't think it's idiotic?" "Well, no. But get all the facts and consider everything. If you do it, I'll be right there with you the whole time." "You would do that for me?" "Of course. And I get first pass at you when you're ready for some action." "You are too much. Of course you get first pass. Speaking of which, I am so damn horny right now..." She moved over nearer Heather. "I'd love to do you, babe, but we have got to get moving. Barbara called and we are invited to tea. We have just time to pack for tomorrow's departure, select things for the party with the stew tonight and get out to Barbara's." Sherry looked disappointed. She'd have to wait till tonight. Damn. The bathroom door opened and Traci joined them. "Hey, guess what?! Sherry wants big tits like us.! She's all hot for them!" Sherry tossed a pillow at her playfully. "I am not!" "Hell you're not. Look, your crotch is soaked!" Sherry blushed a bright red. They weren't going to make it easy if she went ahead with this. Traci grinned, but was serious. "Really big ones? Like the silicon honey's at the party? Now those were some really impressive tits on those women. Even I thought they were erotic babes. Well, check it out and let us know. We'll be right there for you." Sherry started to cry. "What's the matter?" They both immediately held her and hugged her. "That's exactly what Heather just said. You two are so special. I love you." "I love you too." Heather and Traci said it together. They looked at each other in surprise. They were a threesome! A love triangle. Damn, how was this supposed to work? They rushed around the room getting ready and packing. They were on their way down to the lobby by themselves in the elevator when Heather casually said. "So, what's this about our blonde friend here fisting you to oblivion last night on her first try?" Traci was immediately blusing bright red. Sherry began to heat up. "You said... !" "Calm down, both of you. You were the right person to open up that door for her, so to speak, and I wasn't for some reason. Enjoy it?" The last was to Traci. "Yes. It was incredibly intense." "I told you." "I'm sore as hell too." "You'll get over it by tonight. And next time you can let her put part of her arm in." The elevator doors opened. Traci glanced over at Sherry, who grinned and almost broke out giggling. "We'll see." Traci said as they stepped into the waiting limo Barbara had sent. Unnoticed by them, most of the lobby staff had discretely positioned themselves by the door to see these three stunning women as they left the hobby. The limo pulled away. ------- The estate was as beautiful as ever and in the sun looked spectacular. The limo went to a side door and Barbara met them all with a big hug and kiss. Soon they were settled in a very large, long room on comfortable chairs and a maid brought in tea and lots of things to snack on. Barbara looked wonderful, her trim figure snug in a pair to tight slacks and knit top tucked into the waistband. Her small pointed breasts were almost totally moulded in full view by the fabric. "Nice sweater Barb. Trolling for the help?" Barbara looked down and smiled. "Just for you girls. Honest. Too risky being caught looking like this in the papers. I'd never live it down. I'm glad you like it." She had already turned a couple of heads of the staff this morning, but she had pretended not to notice. "Don't blame us if you end up with some teeth marks and saliva stains all over those delicious nipples before we leave." "Ummmm. Sounds serious! Maybe I'm gone too far!" They all laughed and sipped on their tea. "Damn. Where is Elizabeth?" Barbara looked over her shoulder down the long room toward the doors at the end. "Elizabeth?" "My personal secretary. Well, we are the dearest friends as well. I've invited her to go tonight, if she wants. I hope you don't mind a fifth. I've shared a bit of our adventure from the other night with her and I don't think she approves a bit. She's very overprotective of me, I'm afraid. And a bit stand-offish with strangers. I do believe she thinks I've gone over the edge for sure." Traci looked over at Heather. "Barbara, speaking of nice tits. We were just having a conversation on that very subject on our way down here." "Oh, really. Anybody's in particular?" She glanced at Heather's pair. "Yes, actually, Sherry here is seriously considering major enhancement surgery." "You want really big ones? Like the bimbos from the party? The kind my husband seems to be obsessed with?" Sherry nodded. And blushed! Barbara didn't poke fun, continuing, "Well, if those women weren't screwing my husband, I could be more objective, I'm afraid. But I do have to admit that they all have fantastic shapes. It's frightfully expensive, you know. I mean, to have them done that big and have it come out right." "It is? I was afraid of that. How much?" Sherry looked crestfallen. "Ummmm. I can get Elizabeth to pull the bills. Many thousands. Stirling. Can you believe I have to pay the bills for him? At first I didn't know what it was for. God, I can be so stupid sometimes!" The doors at the end of the room opened and closed quietly, a tall woman began striding toward them. Heather watched her. Tall. Mid-twenties. Platinum, no, dark silver blonde hair, straight in a long pony tail poking out through the band at the back of a plain baseball hat, a pair of dark glasses perched on the hat. The long hair had one carefully applied curl at its very end that bounced at middle ass level as she walked. A few strategic strands were left to curl down each side of her pretty face, also enhanced with large silver hoop earrings. Noble features, fine cut, full lips. A beautiful face. Nice ears. Narrow and short waist. A dark sleeveless blouse draped carefully over a full chest of widely separated breasts, swinging slightly from side to side and dipping gently as she walked, revealing the absence of a bra and the proud lack of the need for one at the same time. But it was the hips and legs that caught Heather's breath. This woman had almost impossibly long, perfectly tapered legs that seemed to end deep in a taught ass that was perfectly defined in a pair of skin tight blue jeans. And the legs ended in narrow ankles and small feet that were neatly encased in toeless black high heels with blood red nails. Heather felt herself tremble and go completely wet between her legs. It was only with a difficult effort that she was able to raise her eyes to look into this woman's face. Blue eyes. Electric blue eyes. Toeless high heels. Heather felt her mind go to mush and her hormone level soar. Her eyes locked on the swinging feet getting nearer and nearer. Elizabeth arrived at the table, unaware of the smashing effect she was having on Heather. "There you are! I'm so glad you joined us. Here, sit by me." Barbara fussed over Elizabeth after a brief glance. Then, she did a classic double-take and her mouth dropped open. It was quite some time before she managed to stammer out, "Well, look at you! My, what a transformation!" Her eyes swept over Elizabeth's form several times and their wide open amazement was written all over her face. Clearly, Elizabeth was causing quite a sensation with her employer. Almost as though Barbara had never really looked at her before, as a woman, as a sex object of stunning attractiveness. Traci looked over at Heather. Heather's face was flushed and she was clearly aroused, if she knew Heather at all. She looked over at Elizabeth and saw the open toed shoes. And smiled. Poor Heather was going to have a rough afternoon with this sexy woman hanging around. She knew Heather was almost unable to control her urges when she wore open toed shoes around her, so she was careful to take them off before she met Heather. Unless they were playing sex games. That was different. "Elizabeth, this is Sherry, Heather and Traci. Elizabeth." Barbara was still staring unabashedly at Elizabeth. She waved generally in the direction of her guests. They nodded at each other. Barbara went on. "I've already told them you don't quite approve of their antics the other night." Elizabeth looked like a woman scorned. Traci glanced at Heather again. She noticed it too. "Well, at the risk of putting everyone off tea, I must say that I was shocked to hear of such things going on in the house. Regardless of everyones' motives. Rampant lesbianism. Exhibitionism. Forced rape. I shan't be shocked to hear from their solicitors any day now. It could mean scandal." "Hajime Sorayama!" Sherry exclaimed. They were all a bit mystified. "What?" "She looks just like one of Sorayama's models. Better, in fact, if that's possible." Heather explained. "Sorayama's a Japanese erotic artist. Fantastic talent. The women in his paintings are almost too erotic to look at sometimes. I know the painting she is referring to. It's a three quarter view from the rear. The model is a platinum blonde, the hair is a bit shorter, below the shoulders to mid-back. She is topless and is twisting around at the waist with a hot look on her face. She's gorgeous, of course. But it's the legs that hit you. She has a fantastic ass and the longest legs, accented with shiny leather or vinyl tight pants and black stiletto heels. Sherry's right. You could have been the model." Elizabeth looked surprised. "I guess I should say thanks for the compliment. I..." "Elizabeth, get off your high horse for a minute and just enjoy the company." Elizabeth turned on her with pain in her voice. "Barbara, you could be ruined if this gets out. I'm just trying to think of you." "I know. But sometimes I can take care of myself. It's all going to be fine. You'll see." Barbara patted her arm gently. "Are all three of you really lesbians?" Elizabeth actually looked surprised at her own sudden question. They nodded. "But you're all so gorgeous!" They all started laughing. Sherry responded. "Oh, don't worry, there's all different kinds. I guess we're fems and happen to be attracted to fems. Not too common, but here we are somehow." "Are you going to be doing anything outrageous again with Barbara tonight? I'm not sure I approve of her experimenting like this. I'm sorry, I'm sure you are all very nice people, it's just..." "Elizabeth." Barbara warned her. "We would love for you to join us." Traci said. Elizabeth hesitated. Clearly she was interested. And afraid. "I'm not sure. What do you have in mind?" "More correctly, what does this stewardess and her friends have in mind? I guess we should discuss this. Her name is Lynn. She and four of her friends want to meet us for dinner to get to know us. Then, back to her place for some after dinner activities. She promised total anonymity, and that nobody would do anything crazy. No drugs. No pictures. Everything consenting. If anybody is unhappy, they can leave, no questions asked and no one will argue with you." "Consent to what?" Elizabeth asked. Barbara hesitated. "Well, group sex for one. And there was a mention of bondage." It was very quiet in the room. This was serious new ground for all of them. When do we have to tell them if we're coming or not?" Heather asked. "In about an hour. She already gave me directions to the restaurant. After dinner, they'll blindfold us in the car and take us to a hotel. Or something along those lines. I think some planning was till underway. They want protection as well, you see. Apparently all of them are in the public eye in some way. She said we may know a few of them on sight." "So, we won't know where we are when we're done? How will we get home?" "Cab to where we have the limo waiting." "I have to get back to work." Elizabeth finally said, putting down her cup and standing. "I don't think we should do this. It's too risky." She left the room. Sherry got up after a moment and followed her, twenty paces back. Barbara said, "Well, there goes our fifth. Are the rest of you in?" They looked at each other and nodded. "Sherry too, I'm sure. We should check when she comes back." Heather added. "I've never done any bondage stuff." "Well, we'll experience it together, then. I'm not sure my temperament is right for that sort of thing, but I guess we'll find out!" They grinned nervously. Sherry saw the bouncing pony tail disappear into the door of a room off the hall ahead and followed Elizabeth into the room. It was a completely modern, well lit office with a series of offices branching off down a hall. Elizabeth was surprised to see her there. "Oh, do you need something?" She took the opportunity to look the blond American over closely. In spite of her instinct to reject these women for their brash behaviour, she found herself a bit drawn to all of them. The blond in particular. Sherry was her name. The long hair was gorgeous. "Actually, I was wondering if your computer has access to the Internet." "Yes, it does. Can I get something for you?" "Well, I thought I'd show you the painting I was referring to a while ago. Sorayama's." "You can do that?" "If you have a web browser." "I'm sure it must. The man who put it in was able to show me some things a few weeks ago, but I haven't had time to play with it to find out how to work it." "Would you mind?" "Not at all." Elizabeth moved aside and Sherry slid into the soft chair. In seconds, she located the Internet apps, connected and began a quick search for a web page with Sorayama's material. The search engine was overloaded as usual and seconds passed as she waited for a response. As she waited, she said casually. "When are you going to tell her you love her?" Elizabeth looked like her knees would buckle and she almost dropped the daily diary she had picked up from the desk. She struggled to regain her composure... "What? I don't believe..." "Barbara. When are you going to tell her how you feel?" She glanced over at Barbara to help make her point and then clicked on a site on the search list. The machine started to pull in indexes of pictures. Elizabeth sat down and stared. "How did you know?" "You two fight like an old married couple. I think she loves you too, but is only beginning to discover her feelings about women, and maybe you at the same time. You really stopped her in her tracks in that outfit." "How can you possibly know that after only meeting me, or seeing us together for fifteen minutes?" "Instinct. Traci and Heather noticed it too." The painting began to draw itself on the screen as the page loaded. Sherry moved aside so Elizabeth could see the screen. Elizabeth stared at the gorgeous model in the painting. "Now that is one seriously erotic woman. Jesus!" "Well, like I said, that's you, honey. You could be the model. Only you are even hotter." Elizabeth glowed at the compliment. She had taken a big chance today, dressing up to show off her height, hair and figure so aggressively. Knowing they were all lesbians made her take the chance. It was so hard to hide her SO and her looks all the time. The men on the estate were after her constantly and she was careful to not offend while all the time all she could see was Barbara. Wonderful straight Barbara. So out of reach. It was hopeless, she knew, but she just couldn't bring herself to leave. And then, Barbara came home from the flight early in the week so excited and playful, full of news about these two outrageously sexy women having sex on the plane, and including her (scandelous she knew, something she could never tell anyone else), and coming to the dinner and actually drugging and raping all these consorts of Barbara's husband, including taking pictures. Elizabeth was shocked at this sudden behaviour change in Barbara, but still made copies of the pictures and had been masturbating while looking at them all week. The week had turned Elizabeth's world upside down. Was it possible that she and Barbara really could be a couple? Her heart had leapt at the possibility. And now these women wanted to go meet other women and play sex games. Just women. With Barbara there. Barbara would have to know who Elizabeth was, and what she was, if she went. When those women began to touch her, she knew her true feelings would come out about her SO. She was so horny all the time anyway around Barbara. She'd never be able to play the role of a straight out experimenting. She stared at the painting. "Can I make a copy?" she said finally. "Sure. Got a color printer? Great. There, it's printing. It's a lot of color, so it'll take a few minutes. So, you sexy thing, are you going to tell her?" "I'm scared shitless to say anything. I could lose everything. You may not be aware of what is at stake here. For her, for me. You three have gone off here like some A-bomb. Barbara's willing to do anything you three suggest. I hardly know where I stand or what to do. My world is turned upside down." She sagged into a chair. "You could lose her if you don't, you know." "I know it." "Listen, I'm not sure what the usual situation is between you two on a day to day basis, but I mean it. You really made a huge impression on her in there. She looked absolutely amazed and couldn't get her eyes off you." "Really? I was too scared to look at her to see if she noticed the outfit." "You should have had a camera to take pictures." Suddenly, some other women from the back office came in and noticed them, then went on out into the hall. "We can't talk about this in here. Too many ears. I was so nervous I forgot they were back there. I don't know where my head is today." "On top of that gorgeous long neck, that's where." Sherry said softly as she stood up and moved over to Elizabeth, reached out and put her hand very gently on her arm. An open invitation. Elizabeth made no move to immediately remove it. "We absolutely can't be fooling around, Sherry. God knows I could use a good roll in the hay, but I can't. Really." Sherry moved as close as she dared. "Surely your trained staff can spare you for a few minutes." "Perhaps. But, first, as attractive as your offer is, a few minutes is certainly not going to satisfy months of built up need. A couple of days would be more like it. And I have enough on my mind with the events of the day without a quicky to really get my juices going." Elizabeth began to run out of excuses. She knew if Sherry pressed, she'd invite her upstairs to her bedroom. Sherry pressed. "Let's get to know each other a bit better before tonight. You're making me wet, you sexy bitch. All I can think of is your long legs around my waist." "Please. It's not fair. You have me at a disadvantage. You know I'm vulnerable..." Sherry signed off the service and saw the modem disconnect. She grabbed Elizabeth's arm and began to move her toward the hall. "Really..." "Hush. It's settled. Now, directions to the bedroom and be quick about it." Elizabeth turned left and moments later, through a hidden door they started up a back staircase to the living quarters upstairs. She led Sherry up the narrow steps and as they came out at the top through another hidden door, they found themselves in a broad open hall with beautiful, rich decorations of all kinds. Five doors down on the left, Elizabeth produced a key and let them inside. The apartment was also beautifully furnished in a middle eastern decor of thick rugs and wall hangings, pillows on the floor, silk tapestries, fine furniture. It was sensuous and Sherry felt she had just walked into some secret lovers nest. The total effect was seriously erotic. "Wow, this is fantastic! She must pay you plenty." She moved her hands over some of the silk scarves hanging from a screen near a wall. She turned. Elizabeth was a few steps away. "I never let anyone in here but the maid. Even Barbara's only been here once, when I first moved in... What you must think of me. I'm not like this... it must be you crazy Americans..." "What I think is that you are beautiful and desirable and hot and I want to take you right here on these cushions." "Not here." Elizabeth reached out and took Sherry's hand and led her back to her bedroom. Warm, more pillows and wall hangings. In the center was a fourposter bed, covered with a rich satin sheet in dark burgundy, with matching pillows. Lots of them. She turned and Sherry came close. She unsnapped Elizabeth's hat and removed it, then, slowly began to unbutton Elizabeth's blouse. Elizabeth began to do the same for Sherry. Their blouses fell open and warm hands covered breasts still held in their bra cups. Elizabeth closed her eyes and Sherry felt her shudder. "It's been a while, huh?" She moved close and hugged her tight. "Forever, it seems." "I love to feast on horny women." Sherry was sucking on her ear and neck. Elizabeth drifted down into Sherry's control as her bra fell to the floor and her large dark brown areola disappeared under the palm of Sherry's right hand, the long red nails contrasting nicely with the snow white skin. Elizabeth's head was back, her long ponytail hanging below her tail, emphasizing her taut buttocks still in the tight blue denim. "You're the first, you know." She sighed and gave a whimper as a hot mouth closed over a now very wrinkled nipple. Sparks raced to her belly. Sucking on her tits was magic for her. Sherry lifted her head and licked the other tit all over. Elizabeth was trembling from the long absent stimulation. "You're kidding. I'm your first woman?" "No, silly. The first to have me here in the house." "Then we have a great responsibility to do it right, don't we?" Elizabeth giggled. "Yes, I suppose we DO!" Sherry had slid her flat hand down the front of the very tight jeans and a finger slid across Elizabeth's hard button. "Get undressed. I want to have you for a delicious dessert." "I like to be dessert. Let me feed you." She stepped back and unsnapped her jeans. Sherry pushed her back on the bed and pulled them off. There were no panties. And the pussy, glistening with anticipation, was shaved bare. It was purple and fully open with arousal. She lowered her head and Elizabeth raised her long legs straight up in the air and then let them fall outwards. Her cry of pleasure filled the room as Sherry's tongue ran up her inner thigh and plunged into the waiting honey pot. It was over forty-five minutes before Elizabeth began to come down in Sherry's arms, her pent up need blunted for the moment by Sherry's eager and very physical love making. She turned and looked into Sherry's eyes. "That was nice." And they cuddled together for a few last minutes before they fled back downstairs, appearing in the hallway at separate times. Just before they parted, Sherry pulled her back and, holding her hand tightly to make her point, said, "Come with us tonight. Take a chance." "I'll think about it. Really, I will. It's an incredible risk you are asking us both to take." "OK. I know that. We all do. I'll count on seeing you later. Promise?" "We'll see." They kissed for a moment and Elizabeth hurried off. She glanced back just before turning into her office and blew Sherry a kiss. Somehow Sherry knew she'd see her that evening. She hurried back down the hall toward the room she left almost an hour ago, and realized she was lost. Room by room, she began to hunt for her companions. "Where is she off to?" Barbara asked as Sherry disappeared out of the room, her blond hair swaying back and forth over her back, narrow waist and sculpted ass. "Let's just say she's not the type to let the grass grow under her feet." "I'm sorry," Barbara said. "You've quite lost me there." Nothing. Probably just needed a bathroom and went to ask Elizabeth where it was." "Oh." Barbara stared at the now closed door in silence. Finally, she turned back to the two women. "Sorry, that was rude of me. But, Elizabeth quite took my breath away today. Usually, she is very prim and proper. Conservative dresser. But today... she really was quite stunning, don't you agree?" "Absolutely. Sorayama is no fool. Tell, me Barbara," Traci started in cautiously, "just what is your relationship with Elizabeth, socially?" She tried to just make it a casual inquiry. "She's been with me for six years, right out of University. She interned with us for a season before that and I personally asked for her to come back full time. She's my personal secretary and of course, we travel a lot together and I have to admit I'd be lost without her. She's my very dearest friend. I have no secrets from that woman." She paused, her cup half way to her lips. "Are you suggesting..." "I wasn't suggesting anything." "Like hell you weren't." She sat silent for a long time. "She's in love with me, isn't she?" "It looks like that might be the case." Traci looked over at Heather. Heather sat silent. Now here's a development, she thought to herself. "I'm a damn fool." Barbara sighed. "It's been right under my nose all this time. Of course. I must be an idiot." "The question is, how do you feel about her?" "That's the million dollar question, isn't it? And even more important, am I a lesbian as well? Now, I never dreamed tea would be quite this earthshaking, I can assure you." They all laughed lightly, a bit nervously. "Would you like to talk about it?" Traci probed. "I gather I really must. What am I to do? My closest friend in the world wants me for a lover and here I sit with no real idea of how I feel about that. Or whether I can respond. And I'm immediately afraid she'll leave me if I find I can't reciprocate." They sat for a bit. "I must say I'm terribly flattered. I've never pictured myself as being attractive to another woman. Not in that way. Hell, sexually. I need to focus." Traci ventured, "Does it make you feel embarrassed, or afraid, or..." "No. I suddenly find myself wondering what she's like in bed." And giggled. "Those are a pretty serious pair of legs on that girl." "No doubt about that. Well, there is always the possibility that she'll change her mind and come with us tonight." "If I know my Elizabeth, there isn't a chance. But I just found out something about her that I never would have guessed on my own. Do you think? What will I do if she comes?" "I think you two need to go have a quiet dinner somewhere and talk this over and decide what to do. And that's not likely to happen if our friend has anything of a group nature planned for us." Traci set her cup down. Where the hell was Sherry, anyway? She thought to herself. Heather was thinking at the same time. If I know Sherry, she's already in bed with the delectable Elizabeth, using the woman's frustrations and vulnerability to her favour. And Elizabeth loving every minute of it. She felt jealous of Sherry's wandering attentions and realized just how horny she was getting from not having regular sex with Traci. She looked over at Traci and winked. It was always a signal to tell her in public she was hot and needed to fuck. Traci blushed! "Maybe I better have some time to myself and think this over a bit before I approach Elizabeth. My, god, how do I even begin?" Traci suggested, "Perhaps by telling her how you feel. Best friend in the world. Would do nothing to jeopardize your friendship, but you are exploring your feelings about women as partners and your feelings may be deeper than just friendship. You don't know how it will turn out. That she needs to be patient with you. Rome wasn't built in a day." "Good speech. Can I borrow it? She's already waited six years. How patient can I expect her to be?" "That's for her to decide, in the end. Now, where is our Sherry? We must be getting back to our rooms to get ready. We have to leave in about an hour to get back to the city and meet our new friends." As if on cue, Sherry walked in the end of the room and they met her halfway to the door. "OK, lady, where have you been?" Heather was grinning. Sherry never blinked an eye. "Went to the bathroom and bumped into Elizabeth and we got to talking and then I gave her an Internet lesson. Before I knew it, an hour was past. Sorry. It was rude to just walk out like that." Heather didn't buy it for a second. She could still see the twinkle in Sherry's eyes that signalled to her the woman had had an orgasm just recently. She took Sherry's arm and pinched her hard. She whispered in her ear, "What a crock. The truth from you back in the room." Sherry smiled. "Is tea over? I'm still hungry." "Afraid you missed your chance before dinner. Speaking of which, I'll have the maid show you the rooms for changing and I'll meet you in the front of the house as we planned." Barbara headed off and a maid, materializing from nowhere, lead them in the opposite direction. "You missed the biggest surprise of the day, my dear. Barbara just figured out that Elizabeth is in love with her." Sherry stopped dead in her tracks, her mouth open. "No shit! I don't believe it!" "What?" "Elizabeth just figured out she needs to share her feelings with Barbara and give any chance of a relationship actually happening a leg up. She is one frustrated lady, I can tell you!" "Oh? Really? And are you saying she's still frustrated after her Internet lesson'?" Heather's voice dripped with sarcasm. "Well, let's say she might just be able to hold out a bit longer for Barbara." She giggled. "I KNEW you were off doing her! I just knew it!" Heather laughed. Where did the woman get the energy she thought. "Where did you do the dirty deed?" "Her apartment upstairs. You should see it. It is one erotic oasis, I can tell you that. You feel like the room is making love to you when you walk in there." "I have enough women doing me now without the furniture joining in!" Heather replied. Traci swung her arm around Heather's waist. "Let's take a shower together." She suggested as they walked on. Heather's arm went around Traci and their hips swung together and they walked in silence for a moment. Then Sherry's arm went around Heather and Heather around her and they headed up the stairs as a group. When the maid looked back, she seemed startled at the sight, but said nothing. She let them into the room and as she turned to go, Sherry said, "You're Denise, right? The upstairs maid in this wing?" "Yes, that's right?" "Were you here for the party the other night?" "Yes, we were all on duty." "So, you saw a bit of what went on?" Heather and Traci stopped at the entrance of the bathroom door and turned to listen. "Yes, a bit of it." The maid blushed. "More than a bit, actually, if you must know." "How much?" Sherry moved slowly toward her, smiling. "I... I saw you and the brunette..." "Heather." "I saw you and Heather escort several of the ladies from the hall in a state of confusion and bring them into these rooms." "And then?" "And then, I believe you all had sex. Really, it's none of my business and your secret is safe with me, I can assure you." Sherry moved a bit closer, still smiling. "And how did you feel about women having sex?" The maid was blushing, but made no move to leave. Sherry took the room key from the maid's hand and tossed in on the floor. "I. I've never done it myself, but..." "Would you like to have sex with us?" The question took the girl off guard and she hesitated as Sherry moved so close their lips were only an inch apart. Their breasts touched. Sherry leaned in and kissed the girl very gently on the lips. Heather and Traci watched the seduction, their breath tight from the anticipation of the girl's cries of pleasure as Sherry took her. Sherry was a masterful lover and they both knew the girl was about to get thoroughly laid. The maid said softly. "I... Please. I've never..." "There's always a first time. And you got lucky today, Denise, cause I just love a virgin." Sherry ran her hand up the back of the girl's neck and they kissed again a long time. Kissing was a religion with Sherry and she made sure you were a convert before she was finished with you. She once told Heather she was sure there was a G-spot on the inside of a woman's mouth and if you rubbed it hard enough with a wet tongue, you could make a woman come. Heather thought it was a joke until one night not long before, Sherry had greeted her at the door with a non-stop thirty minute kiss that literally curled her toes and when Sherry merely touched her between the legs through all her clothes, she had a very strong orgasm. Sherry's right hand came up and cupped Denise's large breast through her uniform and began to use her other hand on the buttons on the back. Denise broke the kiss. Her face was flushed and she was very, very aroused. She slipped off the apron straps, pulled the tie in the back and the apron fell to the floor. Sherry got the uniform unbuttoned to the waist and pulled the front of it away and down from the shoulders. Denise had on an industrial strength bra, clearly needed as the enormity of her breasts became visible. They were oversize, enormous mounds of perfect roundness supported by the under wires. Sherry worked the huge clasp at the back and stood back to watch the mounds fall as they must. They hung down and swayed. Sherry became so excited she began to rub her pussy through her slacks and immediately experienced a thrilling orgasm. She kept rubbing and leaned down and began to suck on the thick nipples, burying her face in the melons of flesh. All the time, pushing Denise toward the bed. At the edge of the bed, she pushed Denise onto her back and pulled her uniform off, followed quickly by her pantyhose. Denise was lubricating heavily from excitement. It might be her first time with a woman, but she hadn't had sex in a long time and any reservations or nervousness she felt simply melted away as she opened herself up to this sexy blond. Sherry licked her way up to the open slit and plunged in. Denise squealed and giggled and lifted a leg over Sherry's shoulder. She continued to giggle as her excitement grew and Sherry quickly sought out her clit. Sherry guided one hand up and seized the flowing loose flesh of Denise's left breast, then reached up and grabbed the other one and began to kneed them, shivering with excitement as the heavy flesh filled her hands and pushed back at her fingers. Her red nails were hot flashes on the snow white skin, deep purple nipples and areolas. She trapped the hard flesh between two nails and squeezed. Denise groaned at the wave of heat that flowed over her. Denise's giggles became moans of wild excitement and she began to pant. "Oh, yes! Oh! Oh! Yes! Oh. Oh. OH. Oh, YES!" She became more and more vocal. "AhhhhhHHHHHHHH!" Her legs lifted straight up then spread and flexed in short jerks. The first orgasm tightened her belly and her breasts burned. Sherry was only warming up. She plunged her tongue deeply into Denise's pussy and licked the pulsing walls rapidly. Alternating with quick flicks on Denise's thick clit, she brought her rapidly to a second and then a third orgasm. Her own hand was flying on her own clit and she matched Denise orgasm for orgasm. But one hand never left the objects of her raging desire as she twisted and tore at the loose flesh. Denise had never had much feeling in her swollen mounds, but tonight they were on fire and burned with an inner heat from the savage abuse. Her nipples would surely burst they were so hard. Sherry pulled one straight out against the weight of the oversized tit and the heavy flesh fought back with the nipple in the middle. "Ayyyyyyyyyyeeeee!" Denise sang out. A hot tongue scraping on her clit brought her off once more, this time, releasing her so high and hard that her breathing stopped and her mind exploded in fireworks. Sherry crawled up on the bed and began to suck the nipples and chew on them with her sharp teeth. They stayed very hard and wrinkled. Her hands fought to surround the flesh of just one breast and lift its weight up and off Denise's chest. She only partially succeeded. This was a real breast, not a silicon implant, and it sagged out of her hands. She pressed harder and harder. Denise gasped and cried out. Suddenly, Sherry felt a hand on her shoulder. "You're hurting her. Go easy." Through the sexual fog that filled her mind, Heather's voice came through. "Let her go. Sherry. Sherry!" more insistently. Sherry became more aware of her situation and lowered the breast. She pulled up and Denise was staring at her with frightened eyes. "Sorry. I got carried away. Are you OK?" Denise stared up at her. "No one's ever. I mean. I've never let anyone do that. Play with them. They're so big. Not pretty, like yours." "They're beautiful." Sherry ran her nails lightly over both breasts, kneeling beside the still very flushed woman. She couldn't get her eyes off these oversized mounds. She shivered. "Can we. Can I?" Denise started. "What?" Sherry leaned forward and kissed her again. "Be with you. I want to try it. Like you did." Sherry understood. She stood off the bed and stripped of her slacks and panties. Quickly mounting the bed, she swung one leg over Denise and lowered her pussy to her mouth as she looked down past her own much smaller breasts and into Denise's eyes. She knew it was a control thing, but one thing she liked more than anything else when she was with a woman was to watch her eat her. With one hand behind her head to pull her tight into her pussy and one hand behind her rubbing a nipple. Control. Power. Her excitement soared. A virgin at pussy eating was about to lose her flower. Denise took a tentative taste. Another shiver ran up Sherry's spine. "Eat me, you horny bitch!" Sherry's voice was soft but very firm. She slid her fingers behind Denise's head and Denise slid her tongue into Sherry much deeper. Sherry sighed. And lifted Denise firmly against her now completely open slit. Denise discovered the woman tasted wonderful and began to probe and lick eagerly. Sherry's hard clit poked up from its hood and Denise found it with the tip of her tongue as Sherry squealed. Sherry's swollen lips completely covered the now eagerly sucking mouth. It was Denise's turn now and she came at the clit with a fierce roughness that hurt and drove Sherry higher and higher in a rapidly alternating series of pain/pleasure waves. And then, Denise closed her teeth gently on the hard bud and Sherry came so hard she trust down and began to shake the bed like a vibrator. Denise was intensely excited again and her painful nipple was shooting sparks as Sherry dragged on it while she came. And to Denise's amazement, she came again. A flood of heat and tension released from her loins and she joined Sherry in pleasure. Even in the fog of orgasm, she licked and sucked the still hard clit and Sherry rolled into another intense orgasm. It was minutes before the two of them slowed down. Sherry fell forward and rolled off Denise and lay on her side, spent. Denise was in a daze. She had never experienced anything so intense. She knew sex was supposed to be fun, but never in her wildest dreams had she imagined this. Heather still stood in the bathroom door with Traci. Finally, she realized they had been standing there for over fifteen minutes and knew they would have to really hurry. Traci's face was flushed. Heather knew she needed sex, but there wasn't time. Even for a quicky. "OK, bad decision. Now we're both horny and no time to do anything about it. Give me sixty seconds for a quick rinse and then you jump in. Give Sherry a shake and get Denise out of here. Wow. I've never seen Sherry so hot." "Mmmmmmmm" was all Traci said. God, did she need to get laid. Behind her, the shower started. Sherry finally wandered into the crowded bathroom. Heather was brushing out her damp hair and Sherry grabbed a towel and snapped Heather's cute ass with it. "Hey! Ouch!" It snapped again. "I'm coming out! Make room." The door to the shower tentatively opened and Traci peered out. Heather was just chasing Sherry back into the bedroom and a towel snapping contest was in full blast. Traci grabbed a towel and seized the change to get dry and get some underwear on before they returned. Heather and Sherry were giggling and the snaps were getting painful. Finally, they collapsed on the bed. Sherry ran her hand quickly up over Heather's very firm jutting breast. It felt wonderful. "We don't have time for that. It feels great through." She leaned down and kissed Sherry. "I would have thought Denise would have been enough for you for the moment, you sex maniac." She nuzzled Sherry's ear. "Look who's talking." Her hand tightened over the hard mound and the already extended nipple shot sparks. Heather moaned in Sherry's ear and ran her tongue inside. Sherry moaned back and the hand slid down and found Heather's long, extended clit. She began to pull it in very tiny jerks in a way that she knew would drive Heather nuts. She was very surprised that Heather pushed her hand away. "Did I hurt you?" "No. WE JUST DON'T HAVE TIME!" She stopped and sighed. God that felt good. Her belly was on fire and even after just drying off, she was slick between her legs again. "I'm a mess now. You know how I lubricate when you get me hot. Damn." "Don't dry off. Please. Let me smell you all night." "If you promise to stop trying to fuck me before dinner." "Promise." "OK, but if someone complains, I'm cutting you off until we get home." "Have you every known anyone to complain about how you smell?" Sherry had a point. Well, good thing she loved knowing her own love juices were dried on her pussy lips and thighs. It drove Traci crazy to smell her but not be able to have her. "Hey, before we get dressed..." Heather ran her hand down into the sparse hair above Sherry's cunt and slipped a finger in without warning. Sherry's hips bucked at the sudden invasion. Her voice was suddenly shaky. "Hey, no fair. If I can't have you..." Another finger joined the first and then a third. Her already swollen tissues gripped the fingers and spasmed. "I was wondering. What got you so damn hot, all of a sudden? I thought you were going to have the police up here she was yelling so loud." Her hand worked faster and faster. Sherry's mind was almost totally focused on her pussy as her orgasm approached. Unseen behind them, Traci came out, bra and panties on, a towel wrapped around her hair. She wore the bra just for Heather. It let her beasts jiggle just the way she knew drove Heather completely crazy to watch. It was her way of getting even for no action. Let her suffer, she was thinking. She stopped short at the sight of them on the bed, Heather's fingers slick with Sherry, sliding up and down inside the purple slit. Sherry struggled to answer. "I... her tits... oh, god... tits just... shit, oh, oh, yes... tits were so sexy... oh, I'm going... all I could think about was having big, huge tits... Oh, Heather, I'm... com... ing... OH!... OH! AH! Yeeeeeee! Ah! Ah!" Heather continued to stroke. Sherry was always good for several rolling orgasms and she didn't disappoint. Sherry's eyes were closed and she gave a grunt and rolled into a second, more intense orgasm. "Ungh! Ungh! Ungh." Explosive snorts of air shot from her as her belly flattened with the tension of the waves rolling up from her pussy "For god's sake, can't you two get dressed and stop fucking around?" Traci asked, pulling her slacks back on. Tonight was to be informal. As the tight crotch seam pulled up onto her clit and aroused lips, she gave a groan of her own. Just who was suffering here, she thought as she resisted the temptation to stoke herself and get some relief. Save it. And we are so damn late! "Hey, come on! Clothes. Do Sherry's hair in the car. Move it." Heather and Sherry looked sheepish as they bounced off the bed and began to pull on clothes. "She started it!" "Did not!" "Did so!" "I don't care. Purses? Right, out and kill the lights. If we forgot anything, they'll have to get them to us. ------- In the car, Barbara drove and Elizabeth sat up front. Traci, Heather and Sherry sat in the back. Sherry pulled out a brush and scooted up and handed it to Heather and asked her to do her hair. The brush filled with the rich thick golden strands and began to carefully straighten them into a flowing mass that covered Sherry's back and upper ass. Traci leaned forward and whispered in Heather's ear while Sherry's back was turned, "Honey, I need you so much tonight. Somehow, find time for us, OK.?" Heather stopped and kissed Traci. She had noticed the bra on the way out of the house. "With that bra on, you know I'm going to jump you. The only question is before or after dessert?" She kissed her again. Barbara was watching in the mirror as she drove. "No fair starting without us!" Elizabeth turned to see what was going on. She was not used to women demonstrating such open affection and was surprised to see Traci's hand rubbing Heather's breast. Her mouth fell open in amazement, then snapped shut as she turned away, surprised at her own embarrassment. Heather went back to brushing. "OK, we can wait." She knew she needed to be with Traci. She missed the way Traci just complete devoured her during sex. Used her up. All this sex with others felt great, but never satisfied her the way the intense sex with Traci did. Her crotch began to burn. Putting the brush down, she began to put Sherry's hair into the complex thick braid Sherry had shown her. In just a few minutes, the golden locks were in a beautiful braid pinned up against the back of Sherry's head, leaving her long neck exposed. Heather resisted the temptation to put a hickey on it right behind the ear. Finally she ran her hand tenderly down Sherry's back and then sat back and began to pay attention to the ride. "Where are we going?" Traci asked, completely lost in the outskirts of London's sprawl. "A little restaurant for a dinner and getting acquainted with the others, then, who knows?" "Do you know where it is?" "Yes, generally. I haven't been this way in years, so I might have to scout about." She turned down several streets and slowed, "Well, my mind is still sound. Here we are." She pulled into a spot just up the street and they walked back and entered the dimly lit restaurant. Inside, a cute waitress spotted them and guided them to the side of the room where several tables were pulled together to make a larger surface. They spotted the stewardess from the flight immediately and she came toward them smiling. "I'm so glad you all came. Let's get seated and I'll introduce everybody." She took command and guided everyone toward a specific chair. Heather's eyes were just getting used to the light. She looked around as they were seated. To her left was an older woman, pleasant smile, in a blouse and slacks, Traci was seated just beyond her. The woman was paying attention to Traci and ignored Heather for the moment beyond that brief smile of acknowledgement. Heather swung right and looked into a pair of the greenest eyes she had ever seen. So green they were shooting sparks almost. She took in the girl's beautiful face and nut brown hair and smiled. The eye's were fascinating. Cool pools of excitement. They crinkled pleasantly as she smiled back at Heather. "Hi!" the girl said. The accent was pure Irish! Before Heather could respond, the stewardess began tapping on her water glass for attention. "Now, as the person responsible for even suggesting this evening of merriment, I want to introduce everyone and set some rules for the evening, as such. First, let me welcome all of you to the very first group entertainment I've ever organized. Since it's my first, I have no real idea of what is supposed to happen, beyond the obvious implications of group activities of the intimate sort." Everyone laughed nervously. "Seriously, I have tried to make it an evening of good company, fun, and then if things get a bit more rowdy, so be it. The plan is to have everyone eat a good meal, get to know at least one other person fairly well, perhaps split up to go do other things, such as take in a show, a movie, dancing, whatever, and then, for the brave of heart and otherwise horny and eager (everyone laughed again), back to my flat for some other entertainment of the distinctly female sort. (Some applause and more hearty laughter. The nervousness was fading.) "I'm going to introduce everyone. Then, let's eat. I'm starved. Oh, each of you will find a key and a map to my flat under you napkin (everyone lifted and found their key and map). Should you decide to return later to my place, let yourself in, then leave the key in the jar by the door. If you decide to push off and pass on the balance of the evening, please discard my key and the map in different places so no one will break in on me. I hope to see you all later, but no one should feel obligated to anything beyond dinner and some fun. OK? Now, let's see..." "First, I'm Donna. I work for British Air as a stewardess and right now am on four days of holiday. I met most of our guests at work or at parties here in the city. I'm the one to blame if this doesn't go well and we don't enjoy ourselves. "Now, to my right is someone we don't have to introduce, as I'm sure all us Brits know her on sight. (Lots of smiles and nods.) Needless to say, her reputation totally depends on our discretion and agreement that she was never here tonight. So, I know it's a bit stiff, but I'm going to ask each of you to promise." Donna looked at each in turn and they all said softly, "Promise". "OK, I completely trust you on this. Now, Barbara has insisted on picking up the tab for our dinner tonight, so we are a bit in her favour already." (Applause and thanks.) "Your reputation for honesty and generosity are well known to all of us and I hope you enjoy the evening." "Now, I have paired each of you up with someone from our group that seems to be a good match. I expect you to get to know each other a bit during dinner. After dinner, you can do what you like with whomever, or go home. I already said that, I think." "To Barbara's right is Lilly. I think you'll find you have more in common than I am prepared to reveal publicly at this time. I'll just say that Lilly is self employed and is connected and leave it at that." Lilly appeared to be a little younger than Barbara, but had that same expensive look of clothes and hair that Barbara always had. She and Barbara smiled at each other and said hello. "Now, next to Lilly is Sherry, from the US. I think I'll have to get her beauty secrets for gorgeous hair. You should have worn it down. It is quite spectacular. Sherry works full time as a receptionist in the US and she, Heather and Traci are good friends." "Sherry's dinner partner is Hilda. Hilda has a government job in the city that is secret, so unless we want her to have to lock us up for telling us, we'll not pester her about just what or where. I do know she can find out things no one else can, but I don't know what. Now, I hope she and Sherry hit it off." Hilda and Sherry looked at each other and said hello. Hilda had a strong but pleasant face, full lips, and hair cut very short all over her head. Sherry glanced down out of habit and her breath left her. Hilda's chest was, well, everywhere. Sherry gulped and tried to smile and look back up. It was a struggle as her eyes were locked on the copious cleavage and the hint of swollen nipples under bra and blouse. Finally, with a great mental effort she forced herself to look back up and found Hilda was grinning at her. She whispered to Sherry, "I see I've got something you'd like to play with, sweetie." Sherry was silent, but nodded slightly. As soon as she spied the enormous tits, she knew she do anything to get her hands on them. All control was lost to Hilda without a word being spoken. "Donna told me you were bonkers for big ones. Well, we'll see about that a bit later. And I have a surprise for you in a bit." Sherry was again staring at the mountains next to her. The maid earlier had only been a warmup for this encounter. She gulped and tried to breath. Barbara had continued and she missed half of what she was saying. "Next to Hilda is Heather, also from the US. Heather just had a very successful art show in town and will be going back to school on her return to the States. Now, I've seated her with Shannon, our beautiful student from Ireland, here on summer holiday for a job at the British Museum in her study area, which I believe is ancient history? No, ancient art history, sorry." Heather turned and looked again at Shannon. Pale flawless white clear skin, nut brown hair pinned with clasps on the side of the head and falling down her back in roles of curl. And those green eyes smiling at her. A more beautiful colleen she'd never seen. And without warning, Heather spontaneously began to sing the classic lines from the old Irish folk song, ending with the chorus of "From Derry Jay to Bantry Bay, from Galway to Dublin town, no face I've seen like my fair colleen, she's the gem of Ireland's crown!" The group was surprised at the sudden outburst of song, and Shannon's face reddened, then clouded over as the clear contralto notes gained in volume. Heather missed the negative reaction and kept singing. And the UK group, familiar with the song, joined noisily in the chorus and then started laughing. Heather was very puzzled. Shannon leapt to her feet, all five enraged feet of her. "Stop it! You know I hate that song! I can't believe you put her up to this just to get at me!" She grabbed her purse and headed for the door. Heather was stunned at Shannon's reaction to her well-meant compliment. She hesitated only a second and caught Shannon just outside the door to the restaurant. "Shannon, please. I didn't know! I'm so sorry. Don't leave, please?" "I don't blame you. It's them! They know how I feel about that song!" Shannon had a virtual thundercloud of purple anger over her head. An Irish temper she had, that was for sure. "It wasn't them. I love Irish music and when I saw you and learned you were Irish, I just started singing. Honest. I didn't even know you'd be here till we walked in. You've got to believe me." She stopped talking and Shannon fumed. But, Shannon could see how earnest Heather was and what she said made sense. She began to cool off. "I'm sorry. I know I get too angry about it. It's just a song. But if you had any idea how many people want to sing that to me..." Heather put a hand on Shannon's arm. "Let's go back in. They'll understand. Come on, we'll have a good time. And I promise never to sing to you again unless it's a special request, OK?" Shannon grinned. "That's a deal. But don't expect me to let them just..." "Let's pretend it never happened and start over. Hi, I'm Heather. I think you are just stunning." She held out her hand. Shannon was surprised (and very pleased) at the open admiration out here on the sidewalk. Aggressive women were something new. "Hi, I'm Shannon. And boy, do you have a set of pretty titties!" She blurted, trying to match Heather's open come on. They both grinned. "If you're nice, you can play with them later." Heather whispered as then went back inside. Shannon turned beet red. Open sex talk in a public restaurant was far beyond her experience and it got her excited and scared. Hardly anyone knew she was a lesbian. Irish Catholic girls just couldn't tell people that and expect to have a life. No wonder Donna had said the girls from the US were wild. And dangerous over here. They took their seats. Donna looked as though she expected a lecture from Shannon, but Shannon just took a drink of water and Donna finally went on with the introductions. "Now, next to Shannon is another of our US cousins, Traci. An art professor at Heather's school, she too goes home tomorrow." "Next to her, a new friend from a little pubbing adventure last month, is Terry. Terry was the barmaid and while at first glance, Traci and Terry might seem an odd couple, I sense they will find more in common than you would think. Anyway, I've got my fingers crossed on this one." Terry was a redhead, with a short, very European hair style, classic redhead looks and a sprinkling of cute freckles across her cheekbones and nose. Brown eyes and a trim figure in a summer dress showed off her small but perfect breasts. Obviously no bra. Traci wondered just what they could talk about. Bar hopping was not her bag. She smiled at Terry. Terry leaned close. "Hi." "Hello, glad to meet you." Terry smiled. Dazzling teeth. So rare for a Brit. "Last, we have a very last minute addition to our group, the exquisite Elizabeth. Elizabeth is Barbara's personal and quite private secretary. Just only today, Elizabeth came out of the closet and joined tonight's fun." (Lots of applause.) Donna leaned down and gave her a big hug. "That's from all of us. Welcome from everyone!" (More applause) "Since I got to choose, I selected Elizabeth for myself. After all, it's her first night out with the girls and she'll need special handling." (Lots of boos and ribald comments, then laughter.) Elizabeth was grinning and blushing deeply at the same time. She suddenly realized the night might actually be fun. She leaned past Donna and glanced at Barbara. She was thrilled to make immediate eye contact. Barbara winked. Maybe it was possible that they could have a relationship. Donna was still talking. "OK. Oh, the waitress is one of us, so you can relax around her. But behave. Barbara, give her an outrageous tip. Now, don't get her in trouble. Right. On to dinner. Then whatever. Now it IS supposed to be an ORGY, so SOMEBODY come back to my place for some games later, or I'll be very disappointed." She sat. Everyone applauded and the table broke into polite conversation. The menus were handed around, drinks ordered and hearty meals sorted out. Quiet at first, as they made each other's acquaintances, the table noise rose after a few minutes and soon they were all chatting like old friends. Everyone was very excited about the fact they were planning on doing something very naughty that none of them had ever engaged in before. But no one was very sure how it would all begin. All but Sherry. Poor Sherry was almost speechless with excitement. And Hilda played her along, enjoying her control over the helpless girl. A deer in the headlamps! Most of her life, Hilda had considered her super large breasts as something to be ashamed of. Ugly. Until she found out that quite a few men and, less frequently, women, found them extremely sexy. And some had absolute fixations about them. When she found one of these people, she just used this overpowering attraction to control the relationship in any way that occurred to her. Since she loved sex with women, she always made sure the price for access to her tits was a lot of sexual service. Tonight, she planned it to be no different. "You've got to eat, deary. Here, let me order for you. You have to eat something." Hilda the menu into Sherry's hands and helped her to order. Sherry was in a daze. "There. Now, tell me all about yourself." With effort, Sherry began to talk about where she lived, what she did. Hilda maintained an amused interest as Sherry continued to talk to her tits. "You've really got it bad." Hilda finally said. "I. I know. I don't understand what is happening to me. I've always liked big breasts, but this last week it's like I can't think of anything else. I want to have them too. I can't get enough of them. I must be a real sicko. It's so sexist." Hilda put her hand on her arm. "Well, maybe it is a bit extreme. But, we all have things we truly enjoy, perhaps too much. For me, it's chocolate. Well, there is one other thing, but that's the surprise." Sherry looked worried. "You aren't going to tie me up, are you?" "Heavens no!" Hilda laughed. "Nothing at all like that. Now, here's dinner. I'm starved." Sherry brightened and began to eat. It diverted her attention for a while. She squirmed a bit to ease the pressure and tension in her belly. Butterflies were racing around inside and she was already very moist with anticipation. What could Hilda's surprise be? ------- Heather and Shannon were now chatting like old friends. "I've been good all summer. I promised I'd be good and not cheat, but it's been so hard." Shannon explained to Heather. She looked sideways at Heather's abundant curves. Gosh, this was a mistake. She'd never get through the night. "That's very loyal of you. What kind of art history have you gotten interested in?" "Well, it's a bit strange, but Egyptian art seems to really attract me. I've been working on a project all summer to recreate in perfect detail one of the outfits of Queen Hapshetsut. As a matter of fact, I finished the outfit last week and now am writing up the report. What I really need is..." Her eyes went wide. "Listen, I need pictures of someone in the outfit, and you would be perfect! You're just the right height and build. We'll, the boobs are a bit much, but that would just make the effect all that more impressive!" "What, tonight? When would we have time to do that?" It sounded different though, and quite unexpected! "Sure, we could do it. Finish up eating, skip dessert and go over to the museum and take the pictures. A couple of hours should do it. Are you game?" Heather couldn't see herself as an Egyptian. The picture just wouldn't come for her. But, Shannon was nice, and it would be something very different. "Sure, why not. But I don't think this is what Donna had in mind." "Oh, I think Donna would approve." Shannon had a impish grin and turned to the hot food just put in front of her. Heather began to eat. An Egyptian queen. She tried to remember what they wore. Vague images of statues and heads came to her, but nothing very clear. Finally, she gave it up and concentrated on eating. Barbara and Lilly didn't talk much during dinner. They both felt a bit ill at ease and struggled to find something in common. Donna said they would have something in common, but so far they weren't connecting. Barbara finally said, "We don't seem to have much in common, do we?" "No. The only thing we haven't talked about is school." "Well, I went to St. Martins up north," Barbara said, knowing it was small and very exclusive. "What! That's where I went! I mean, in different years than you, I'm sure." Lilly exclaimed. Barbara was amazed. "That is amazing. How did you wangle that?" She suddenly had a new respect for the girl. It required lots of money and even more important, pull. "Rich Uncle who expected me to marry into wealth and had enough clout to get me in. I graduated with honours. But he didn't know I was gay and there was no hope for his plan." She laughed. They raised their glasses and toasted their alma mater. "Barbara, you seem like you have a lot more on your mind than this evening, if I may be so bold." "Well, it's no secret that my husband isn't exactly a stay at home type, if you know what I mean, and I've worked hard at figuring out how to curtail his activities in that direction. I think I've got some leverage now, but I'm not sure how to use it." "Leverage? Oh, you've got something on him. Pictures?" "Of him? Heavens no! Of the women." Barbara laughed. "I'm not sure how that would work. Surely they have nothing to loose from a fling with him." Barbara told her what the girls had done at the party. She reached in her purse and pulled out a couple of the shots. The negatives were under safe lock and key. Lilly gasped when she recognized the women the pictures. "I know all three of these women. I mean, the ones getting done here. They come in my bar all the time! And I can tell you that your husband isn't the only one ploughing their fields." "Well, I don't know how to stop it without exposing myself." "Well, let's go for a walk and figure it out. With these pictures, surely we can stop them and protect you and your husband." Barbara settled the tab and gave an enormous tip to the waitress, then they excused themselves and went for a walk. After an hour, they drifted up to Lilly's flat, poured a couple of stiff drinks and continued plotting and planning. The hours drifted by and they both got a bit drunk and began to giggle as they thought up more and more outrageous solutions. It was when Lilly was bending over and pouring another drink and caught Barbara staring down her blouse at her very visible tits that she made a move and kissed Barbara. Barbara responded and Lilly began to unbutton her blouse and lightly stroke her small hard breasts. She whispered in Barbara's ear, "I think this is what Donna had in mind for us." Barbara closed her eyes and let Lilly take the lead. She wasn't sorry. Donna and Elizabeth chatted during dinner and were the last to leave. Out on the street, Elizabeth turned and said, "I know this is a bit bold, but what I need right now is a good fuck. Are you game? God, I can't believe I just said that!" Donna smiled, linked her arm in Elizabeth's and said, "That is the best idea I've heard all day. Come, my lady, and let me devour you until you've had your fill." And down the street they went. The waitress watched them go, wishing they had invited her along to the party. She turned away from the window and began clearing the table. Donna was suddenly back at her elbow. "Would you like to join us later?" "Yes. Yes, please!" Donna pressed a key and directions into her hand. "Don't keep us waiting!" "Can I bring my roommate?" "Ummm, OK, but no one else, right?" "Promise." And Donna rejoined Elizabeth and headed off at a fast clip. They were both eager to get their evening started as quickly as possible. Terry looked over at Traci. She was immediately very attracted to this beautiful, polished woman. Shapely, poised, self-confident. Her own style was a bit different. She favoured the blowsy look, with hair a bit too big and loose, clothes a bit tight. Blatantly sexy at times, like tonight. She hung out in bars a lot, looking for a woman to sleep with, putting up with the constant attempts of men to pick her up. She favoured picking up straights and seducing them as mostly a contest. Traci was clearly not straight. But, she was attracted to her anyway. Traci studied Terry as they talked. Near the end of dinner, Traci admitted she was tired from the trip and probably shouldn't have come to the party. She was afraid she'd disappoint everyone. "Well, let's go back to my place for a bit and just talk then." It sounded like a lovely idea. No pressure. Just relaxing chatting. Terry smiled secretly as they got in her car for the short ride to her flat. Phase one was working just fine. I have just the cure for being a bit tired, she was thinking to herself. Barbara and Lilly hit on a simple plan to use the pictures. It would involve Lilly's help, but protect Barbara. Lilly had moved behind Barbara and begun rubbing her shoulders and back. It felt marvellous and Barbara leaned into the soothing contact. She was glad Donna hadn't paired her with Elizabeth because she was almost certain that at the actual moment of making love, she'd suddenly get scared, or realize that this attraction to women she had been developing was nothing but a passing interest. She didn't want to hurt her or force her away. The last two days had taught her just how close she was to her and the last thing in the world she wanted was to loose her as a friend. She knew it might prove impossible for Elizabeth to accept a continued platonic relationship now, but there wasn't anything she could do about that. This chance to explore with Lilly might help resolve some of her own fears and get her own mind straight about who she was, anyway. Barbara took another long pull on her glass of wine and drained it. Lilly's hands were gentler now. She had pulled Barbara's blouse out of her slacks and the tips of her fingers were tracing the small of her back just above the belt line. She turned and looked at Lilly. "Take me to bed and make love to me." Lilly wanted that, but held back. "I thought you and Elizabeth, well, were..." "I don't know what we are right now. I'm very new to even thinking about women this way. It's exciting and scary and quite confusing." "Have you ever... ?" "No. Well, there was that encounter with Heather on the plane, but it was just, well, not exactly the full experience. Frankly, I need to try this out and see how I feel. Please don't be offended." Lilly sat for a long moment. She would be Barbara's first. It had been a long, long time since she had had an opportunity to be anyone's first. "I promise to be gentle and stop if you want. I won't be offended in the least. I had all those feelings once a long, long time ago while growing up. I almost forgot how terrified I was of really admitting who I was or might be. I understand, really." Lilly sat silent. Then she hugged Barbara and took her hand and lead her back to the bedroom. Once there, she closed the door and pulled the blinds. It was dark in the room now and Barbara heard Lilly moving around, covers being pulled off the bed. And then she was back, a soft warm presence just in front of her. "Let me undress you. Close your eyes and just enjoy the experience. We're going to go real slow. When you're ready." Her fingers brushed Barbara's lips and down her neck and began slowly unbuttoning the already loose blouse. The long nails felt good as they gently scrapped along the skin between her breasts and the buttons came away. Fingertips travelled over her belly and naval and she trembled a bit. It tickled just a bit, but she felt her ardour rising. Lilly was moving very slowly and making a small project out of each button. Then the blouse was open and cool air flowed around her warming waist, followed by Lilly's warm hands, tracing her curves above her hips and up under her arms, then forward to the swell of her breasts in her bra, but not touching there, not yet. Barbara found herself wanting Lilly to touch her there, to fondle her. Her nipples hardened. And Barbara's breath came faster and she sighed very gently. Lilly became very excited herself as she realised Barbara was becoming excited and fought her own desire to move faster. Slow would be better. The rest would come later. Now she was sure. Fingers slid the blouse over her shoulders and it fell, a low swoop in the back and hung from Barbara's arms and the crook of her elbows. Lilly moved behind her and began to stroke her long neck and upper back. Lilly could feel the goose bumps on Barbara's skin rise and fall from the sensation of cool air and warm hands. She eased the blouse down her arms and it fell at their feet. Barbara was now tingling. She felt herself becoming more and more relaxed as this gentle woman continued to pleasure and undress her. She sighed again, louder. Lilly's practised fingers found the bra clasp at the back and the straps went slack. Barbara didn't need much support, but the release left her nipples scraping the back of the material in the cups and they hardened and wrinkled. Tiny sparks were shooting down her front and into her brain from the now very sensitive tips. Lilly's hands slid around her sides and pushed the cups free and the air hit her nipples, followed a second later by the very warm, soft skin of the palms of Lilly's hands as they cupped the firm breasts and drove the nipples hard against her skin. The cold followed by heat was electric and Barbara's chest was almost glowing with heat. "Oh!" She sighed more than exclaimed. "How delightful." "You have beautiful breasts. So firm. The nipples so hard to the touch." Lilly moved around front and Barbara trembled as Lilly took a hard pebble of nipple between her lips, then pulled the areola inside her mouth, then more of the breast and began to wash the sensitive skin with her tongue. Wet and heat poured in as the sensations flowing from her chest and Barbara's breath was now very ragged. Lilly moved from swelling to swelling, savouring the wonderful taste of this woman's skin, the hardness of the pebble in her mouth against her tongue. Her hands were busy, tracing curves of lower back and belly, then releasing Barbara's top buttons on the pants at the side and the zipper slid down silently and the pants fell to the floor. Barbara was lost in sensations and arousal like she had rarely every experienced before and her arousal was cascading upward. Her pants fell and the cool air hit her belly above her bikini panties and the tension building between her legs spread upward in a wave. Lilly moved her back to the edge of the bed and eased her down on it. She stripped to her own underwear, but left the bra and panties on. Then she pulled Barbara's sandals off and her pants fell by the edge of the bed. She rubbed Barbara's feet for several moments in long strokes, diverting Barbara's attention from the glow above and then she began to pull toes into her mouth, washing them with her tongue. This was totally unexpected and Barbara groaned and gasped loudly. It felt wonderful! And powerfully sexy in a way she couldn't describe. Lilly was taking complete control of her body and this was just another stop on the way to, to what? Bliss. Barbara groaned again as Lilly's hands moved up and down her calves and back of her legs at the knee. That was a sensation Barbara loved and always made her hot. Tonight, it was petrol on an already raging fire that was sweeping her away. Lilly moved onto the bed beside Barbara and returned to kissing her breasts and neck, slowing working down to her stomach and the tops of her panties. Then back up. Then down. This time, Barbara lifted her hips and Lilly slid the panties down to her knees in a practised motion. Bending her legs, moved them to her ankles and then stepped out of them. The kisses progressed to the top of her bush and Barbara was so excited her pussy had swollen and opened and presented an open invitation to be entered. Lubrication glistened in the dim light between the lips. Lilly knew it was time to take Barbara to her orgasm, that she was ready. More than ready. The sweet aroma of Barbara's strong arousal filled the room and Lilly was more than just a little excited herself. She sat back and swiftly removed the bra from her own somewhat larger breasts. They drooped and swung down and free and the nipples scrapped along the sheet as she moved back to Barbara's belly. Her hands moved back and pushed her own panties off her hips and down to her knees. A practised knee came up and the panties were caught on her heel and pushed down and off her other leg. Her pussy was on fire. The kisses moved lower through the sparse bush and finally, she was kissing the very top of the waiting womanhood. Her left hand was tracing circles on the back of Barbara's thighs, still bent at the knee and above the bed, and her right was squeezing the right nipple, cupping the breast from the side... A darting tongue slid into the top of the crack, above the hood of Barbara's now rigid clit. The sensation caused Barbara to shudder and push back at the tongue. If she had thought she might rebel at another woman doing this to her, the thought was gone as the tongue found her. "Oh, yes. My. Oh, My. That... is... so... I don't believe... Oh!" Barbara raised and her left arm and pressed the back of Lilly's head down into her. Her other arm came up and fell over her eyes and she gasped. She was on fire now and could feel and approaching orgasm. Normally, she could control the pace, but now, she was on a raging flood of waves of tension and heat and she slid further and further out of any conscious control. Lilly's breasts were swaying and rubbing the sheets as she rode Barbara's heaving mons up and down. The nipples were on fire, a feeling that had her pussy swollen and her own sexual tension rising higher and higher. She swung one leg over Barbara's still upraised knee and began to rub her well lubricated lips over the thrusting thigh. The pressure was just perfect for her and she buried her face back in Barbara's totally exposed pussy. As her tongue entered deep into Barbara for the first time, a hot flood of pent up fluid flowed from her and Lilly swallowed quickly and kept licking deep inside. Barbara's arm slammed the bed and she lifted her head and began to thrash. Well beyond the point where she normally orgasmed, the tension drove her higher and higher and she began to wail a non-stop litany of blessings and curses. Her hand remained buried in Lilly's hair and she pressed her harder and harder against her. The heat of Lilly's now very slippery cunt on her thigh was adding to her own excitement. In addition, the thigh was thrashing from side to side as Barbara's body spasmed from the waves of electricity racing up and down her spine. Lilly was there, hanging on the threshold of orgasm, her belly pulsing with rapid tremors. In seconds, she'd come. She fought to distract herself, wanting Barbara to join her. She lifted up to remove the pressure from between her legs but the leg lifted to follow her. Barbara was trying to respond and unconsciously followed the retreating pussy up a few inches and found it again. "God..." Lilly moaned into the depths of Barbara's cunt. The purple lips spread across the surging thigh and a fresh flow spread down the side of the leg and dripped on the bed. "Ahhhhh!" Barbara continued to wail. Lilly raked her tongue over Barbara's rigid clit over and over and then, Barbara stiffened and her orgasm began with a massive shudder that drove her down into the bed and back up. Her leg drove down on the bed and Lilly, no longer supported by the hot flesh, felt herself fall back down onto the leg and the scraping of her clit along the barely noticeable stubble on Barbara's leg shot a lightening bolt through her belly and up her spine and she came seconds behind Barbara. The spot of white light exploded in Barbara's brain and she orgasmed in a series of pulses that exploded again and again in her belly, the tension and release flooding her with pleasure and tingles of shooting heat and tingles. Her fist had balled the sheet as she gripped it over and over and now her arm was rigid as she pulled the sheet harder and harder. "Uhnnnnnngh. Ungh! Ungh! Ahhhhh... yes, oh yeeeessssss... shimmmmm..." Lilly was lost in her own bliss and she continued to bump down hard on the hard thigh, her second orgasm racing behind the first and this time, she slid into it and floated away on the wave of tension that stiffened her, then released in short jerks over and over. It was several minutes before she crawled back up and lay with Lilly. Barbara stroked her arm and hugged her close. "Now that was the best orgasm I've ever had!" Lilly was pleased. She knew she was a good lover. It was nice to hear, just the same. "I think you were really ready to let your guard down and let your true feelings out." Lilly softly suggested. "Well, I don't think there's any doubt about that!" She eased off the bed and found the door. Back from the bathroom a minute later, she pushed Lilly back on the bed and lowered her head to the woman's breast. "My turn." She mumbled as she returned the favour. Lilly sighed and stroked Barbara's belly with the back of her hand. Barbara caught on fast. She sighed and moaned. The hours slipped away. Traci followed Terry upstairs to her flat and Terry disappeared into the kitchen to fetch some wine. Traci wandered about the place a bit and her eye caught on an open gym bag that appeared full of leather and other things. Some metal. She realized suddenly that it was bondage gear. Terry was a little more wild than she realized. Terry came back and saw her looking down into the bag. She placed the wine and glasses on the table and began to pour. "Sometimes I enjoy that stuff." "Bondage? I don't know much about it. I guess I'm not attracted to it." "Oh," Terry glanced over, trying to stay cool and relaxed, "I never dreamed I was interested either, until someone at a party put some things on me just to show me how they worked and all. I got really turned on and realized I liked it. So, I've experimented a bit." She handed a glass to Traci. She glanced down at Traci's chest. She liked the way Traci's boobs jiggled in waves when she walked. Tight perfect waves. Traci took a mouthful of wine and set the glass down on a shelf and pulled a long bar out of the bag. It had loops at the end. "Spreader bar. You can adjust its length with the release in the center. Loops at the end go around the ankles. The metal loop in the center is for other things to be tied to." Terry made it sound matter of fact. She glanced over at Traci, who was studying the bar. She put her hands in the loops. The were coated with soft velvet. Strong, but soft. "Bondage can be used to immobilize, cause pain, cause fear, cause excitement. The person who is bound is in the total control of the person with them. It requires a lot of trust. A lot of trust." Traci put the bar down and pulled a harness out of the bag. It was many loops of very soft leather, with studs. She turned it around and around and couldn't figure it out. "Here, I'll show you." Terry took it and set it down. She unbuttoned her blouse and stripped it off. Her bra was very skimpy and her full breasts overflowed the top, barely covering her nipples. She saw Traci's admiring glance. She turned and unhooked the bra and tossed in on the sofa. She studied the loops and turned it around and slipped her arms thru two loops and up over her shoulders. The loops settled above and below her breasts, and more were around her waist in a web and down to her waist, like a cut out merri-widow. She turned and said, "Pull the tabs through the loops and pull each one as tight as you can. Really tight." There were five straps with matching metal loops on the other side and Traci pulled each one as tight as she dared. "No, tighter. Don't worry about hurting me. I don't bruise easily and it works best if it's as tight as you can make it." Traci hesitated, but pulled each strap until the leather cut deep into the woman's skin. "Good. There. What do you think?" Terry turned and her eyes were smoky with excitement. The effect on her front was amazing. The leather loops around her breasts were now tight against her chest cage and her boobs were squeezed into an amazingly small circle. In spite of their size, they stood out like large cannon shells of taught skin. The nipples were erect. Terry could barely breath and her face was flushed. "Wow! That must hurt!" "No. Honest. Can't you see how excited it get's me? My nipples are on fire. Touch the skin on my titties. Can you feel how tight they are? Like when we were just getting big and they ached all night from growing faster than the skin would stretch." Tracy ran her fingers over the drum tight skin. It was hard to even put a dent in them. It was a while before Traci said. "Here, I'll release you." Terry looked disappointed but turned and said nothing. The straps loosened and her breasts sagged a bit and she slipped out of the harness. She turned, but left her top off. Traci said nothing and took another swallow of wine. Next Traci picked up something that looked like a ball. "Ball gag. There's lots of different sizes in the bag. They're all clean. Here, I'll put this one in your mouth." Traci opened up and Terry squeezed the ball in to a smaller size and pushed it past Traci's teeth. Traci was surprised to feel it expand and fill her mouth comfortably, but completely. "Try to talk." Traci said a few words and nothing came out. She couldn't move her tongue, now trapped against the floor of her mouth. She could moan deep in her throat and make some muted sounds back there, but speaking or yelling was out of the question. It was impressive. Traci reached between her teeth and got a good hunk of the ball between her thumb and index finger and pulled it out. "You really can't make much noise, can you?" "Nope. A church mouse. Really helps if you're into the pain stuff or somebody's a complainer." "A complainer?" "Oh, it's the humiliation they like and the more they complain, the more they get punished and humiliated. Some people are just born whiners and it's hard to be working with them, so you shut them up a bit." The bag was full of other stuff. Hoods. Dildoes, both anal and vaginal, some of unusual shapes, all designed to be attached to other things. At the bottom was a pair of beautiful patten leather stiletto heel boots that came up to mid thigh when she held them up to herself. Black. Very shiny. Metal loops stuck out of the back of the heels and the in side of each heel. "I just got them. Cost me a pretty packet, too. Special order. Hey, your shoe size looks right or a bit smaller. Try them on." Traci took another shot of wine. She was feeling it now. Dinner plus a glass here. Or was it two? She couldn't remember. She slipped off her shoes and pants and placed the pants over the back of the chair. The boots took some doing, but she stood up and walked over to the very large floor to ceiling mirror in the bedroom just off the living room. She realized there were mirrors all over the room. She liked it. The boots looked fantastic. She had great legs and very long thighs (Heather loved to shave her) and tonight they never looked better. She heard a whistle behind her. She turned and Terry was grinning and handed her another full glass of wine. "Now, I should look so good in them. Very, very sexy!" "Hard to walk in though, with the loops." She sipped wine and looked in the mirror, turning and admiring herself. "Care for the rest of the outfit?" Terry was casual, almost teasing. She was holding her breath. Traci kept turning. "Sure, why not." She put the glass down and began to unbutton her blouse. She was just releasing her gorgeous tits from their satin encasements when Terry returned with the halter and the bag. She was dripping with excitement. "Umm, we should have gotten the panties off before the boots went on. Oh, well, you can't have everything." "They should go." Traci was a little unsteady on her feet. She pushed the panties down and fought the leg holes up and over the tops of the leather and then pushed them down hard. It was a struggle for the first six inches, then her thighs narrowed and they went down. Terry leaned down and pushed them over the metal loops and Traci stepped out of them. Terry looked up and was at the level of Traci's very plush black bush. The faint aroma of Traci's pussy reached her and her excitement grew. "God, Traci, what great tits. I've been watching them all night. Mesmerizing, that's what they are." "That's what Heather says all the time. She can't keep her eyes off them. And I like it that way." Terry moved behind Traci and reached past her and held the harness out. She moved in close and her own breasts flattened out on Traci's warm back. The heat from her swollen flesh spread into Traci and Traci instinctively moved back and into the warmth. She held her hand up and into the holes that Terry indicated. As the harness settled back, the bulging flesh of her tits began to squeeze into the small openings, but flattened back and progress was stopped "No problem." Terry reached around, using the mirror to let her see, and began to squeeze the flesh through the holes from the side, pushing more and move of it through. Traci's tits now stood straight out and bulged in a way she'd never seen. And they were tight, just like Terry told there they would be. "Hurt?" "No, pleasantly tingly, just like you said." "OK, breath out and hold it." Traci obeyed and in a flash, Terry tightened all five straps and Traci felt her ribs compress as the leather encased her in a very tight embrace. Her tits now felt like they would explode, the skin was so tight. She grunted. "Breath." Traci found she could barely draw any breath. Shallow breathing at best. "Awfully tight. Can't breath much." "Perfect." Terry handed her some wine. And Traci swallowed the rest. Very lightheaded, she staggered to the bed and sat. Terry joined her there, bringing the bag. "Now, let me show you some other nice benefits." She ran her fingernails over the stretched skin on the tits and nipples. They burned and ached. The fire increased. Terry trapped each nipple in her nails and squeezed the rock hard flesh. An intense spark shot down her front. Traci gasped and groaned. One of Terry's hands kept busy on a breast and the other disappeared below the edge of the bed. Traci was away of activity near her feet, but paid no attention to it. The feelings in her breasts had her very aroused. "Stand." With Terry's help, she was on her feet and very wobbly. Elbows back honey. She did it without thinking and a bar slid along her back and past her arms. She could no longer move her arms. She started to protest and Terry popped the ball gag into her mouth before she saw it coming. She was beginning to panic and couldn't breath. Her tits were on fire and her pussy not far behind, and fear was trying to drive the cobwebs from her mind. Terry spun her around and pushed her onto the bed face down on her hard boobs. The exploded in a wave of pain that settled back into more fire. She suddenly felt the unexpected spreader bar between her feet, attached at the metal inside boot loops, just as Terry unlatched in and extended it another foot and locked it again. She felt tugging at her back and the her feet were jerked around and her feet were suddenly pulled up backwards and the bar trapping her arms was pulled down a bit. She only had the tiniest bit of mobility of her arms and then Terry took that away as she slipped leather straps around her arms just above the elbows and pulled her elbows together behind her back. Another strap went around her waist and wrist clamps were attached to rings on the waist belt. There was no pain, but her tits were exploding with ache. She groaned. Terry rolled her onto her side and slowly off the bed. The floor had a soft gym mat she hadn't noticed and she was eased onto her knees She sat back on her heels and Terry instantly tightened the strap from the bar to her heels. "Comfy?" Terry was so excited as she stripped naked. Traci stared. She was excited and afraid. This girl had her totally in her control. It was so fast. Terry kneeled in front of her. "Now, I said you have to completely trust your partner. I'm not crazy and I have no intention of hurting you. I find this intensely exciting, to tie other people up. Then masturbate in front of them. It's my thing. Now, I know you are afraid at this point, but I can tell you are also very excited. I'm going to wait a few minutes and ask you if you want to be released. If you nod your head up and down as yes, I'll let you go immediately. If you agree to stay tied up, I promise you a really, really good time... She ran her hands over the turgid tits and squeezed them hard. They burned and Traci's pussy burned in spite of her fear. Terry licked then and left them to dry as she went to get more wine for herself. She never knew if the person would demand to be release and head for the police, or play along. But she always played fair and always let them go if they asked. She drank her wine and pulled some smaller things out of another bag. Always be prepared for success. After five minutes, she re-entered the bedroom. "Traci," she said softly, "would you like to be released." It was crazy. Traci didn't know this person. But in the five minutes since Terry left, just thinking about all the degrading things that could happen to her got her so excited she couldn't believe it. There was a pause. She should flee. Find Heather and run for it. She shook her head no. Terry hugged her. "I'm going to take the gag out now. No yelling, OK, it goes back in till we're done." The gag came out. Traci still couldn't breath. She was lightheaded. More licking of her tits. Cold. Fire. Cold fire. She was going to faint from excitement. Something moved between her legs and Sherry smiled as she inserted a long dildo up Traci's pussy... She was slick and it went right in, held by the narrow end and a ring suddenly fitted over her hard clit. It stung and she felt full. It was in very deep. "Hurt?" "No. God, I'm so hot." "We are just getting you started, honey." "I'm lightheaded. Too tight." "Nope, just right. It's part of the effect." "Now, these are going to hurt. A lot. Don't yell, OK?" The warning was only seconds in front of the action. The nipple clamps hurt like hell and tears sprung from Traci's eyes. She groaned. The pain increased and became an insistent fire, spreading over her front. Terry now hooked a wire to each nipple clamp and pulled the breasts down by the clamps. As tight as they were, they gave very little and it hurt a lot. "Owwww!" "Shush!" Move movement between her legs. A dildo went up her ass. Equally deep. She groaned. She loved anal sex, but this was being lost in the pain and pleasure pouring into her brain. "Please." She had to breath. Terry sat back from her and spread her legs. Her sex was glistening and totally open with excitement as she spread her legs almost complete opposite each other. She picked up a dildo and Traci saw it was attached to a box on the floor between them. Other wires led up to her front, but she couldn't see over her protruding chest. Her head spun. The more excited she became, the less she could breath. Terry began to stroke the lips of her pussy with the end of the dildo. It was covered with bumps and spikes and she groaned as it touched nerves and poked at her clit and tender inner lips. She continued this for some minutes, then stopped and attached a small ring to her clit and rings to her own tight nipples. More wires to the box. More stroking. Then, the studded and obscene head of the dildo eased past the inner lips and disappeared. A wave of contraction rippled across Terry's belly and tightened around the end of the dildo. The dildos inside Traci jumped in response and a tingling shock shot through her nipples. Traci groaned loudly. "This is the part where you get to watch me masturbate. I hope you enjoy it as much as I am. Ummmm..." More ripples. Traci squirmed. Her arousal soared. And she got even more lightheaded. She was floating. Pain and pleasure mingled and she danced among them. Terry was groaning as well. Her own rings were being stimulated as well and she approached her first orgasm. Her rings were stimulated far more strongly than Traci's, allowing her to orgasm readily while bringing Traci to orgasm far more slowly. Just as Terry liked it. She would masturbate like this for hours if her partner lasted. Traci lasted. And lasted and lasted. Exhausted from the trip, the wine, the meal and this sudden encounter, she floated along for hours and Terry worked up to orgasm after orgasm. Each caused Traci's dildo's to jump and jerk about and her breasts to burn more and more intensely, but she only approached orgasm slowly. Her frustration was enormous and tears flowed down her cheeks as she whimpered and moaned. And then, for the first time ever, Terry knew she herself was exhausted from the unexpectedly long session. She changed a setting on the box between them and the sensations increased in intensity, rising, driving her higher and higher, and then, perfectly timed with Terry's last orgasm, Traci fell off the edge of the cliff and groaned and squeaked as she shook with release. Her breath was even more choked and her lightheadedness turned into a flash of light and she fainted. It was several minutes later that she awoke in Terry's arms. The vest was released but still around her. The spreader bar and bar behind her back was gone, as well as the rest of the restraints. Terry was stroking her. It was some time before Traci could focus. "Are you OK, honey?" Terry had never had someone go out for so long. "I think so." Traci sounded shaky. "Look, get on the bed and lay down a while. I'll make us some coffee. Here, lets get the rest of this off, the boots too." It was a struggle with the boots, as always, but then Traci was naked and Terry pulled a sheet and blanket over her. In spite of her exhaustion, Traci felt somehow a glow, a soothing warm relaxation from the intense sexual experience. Terry came back with a tray and a steaming pot. "Here, drink a little. Listen, I went too far tonight. Got carried away a bit, what with you lasting so long and all. Are you sure you're OK?" She really sounded concerned and scared. "I'll be fine. It was a bit intense. And very scary. I mean, it was so fast. I wasn't expecting you to do that. And for me to be so helpless so fast." "Yes, that's part of the plan to build fear and enhance the sexual aspects." "It's really assault, you know. Not telling me first." Traci wasn't at all sure she trusted Terry. Some of the residual fear was now turning to anger. "I know. Really, I do. I guessed you'd enjoy and not complain. Sometimes, I pick the wrong people to do this to and I get in trouble." "I'll bet you do. Is it worth the risk?" "I've tried it the other way, you know, totally voluntary, and so on. It's not the same. I think I'm addicted to the high from the fear and all. It's probably sick." Terry looked down. "You have a point there Terry. You should see someone. The voluntary part is fine for those who are interested, but this way..." She trailed off. And started to find her clothes and dress. "Did you." Terry's voice was low. "Did you enjoy it? At all?" "Yes. Yes I did. It was very scary and very new and your little box of tricks had me just crazy with lust. When the orgasm came, it was very, very intense." She tucked in her blouse and then sat next to Terry on the bed. "But you really can't just assault people this way. You could end up in jail." "I know. I know. I don't seem to be able to help myself." "Well, go talk to someone about it. Now, let's go find the rest of them at Donna's. Oh, my gosh, look at the time!" They were both astonished at how the hours had fled. They were out of the flat and walking swiftly through the night. Traci took Terry's arm. Terry felt relieved and wondered if they were the last ones to head for the orgy. God, she didn't think she had another orgasm in her. Hilda led Sherry back to her bedroom. Sherry would have followed her anywhere at this point, knowing she was only seconds away from being able to handle and suck the biggest tits she had ever seen. At the bed, Hilda turned to face her and removed her blouse. Somehow, Sherry had expected an overweight, fleshy figure all over, but other than the two masses of encased flesh cantilevered from the high up on Hilda's ribcage, Hilda had a very nice figure, with a flat stomach and not overly full hips. Nice straight thighs and calves to small feet. "You expected me to be fat, right honey?" "No, I... well, yes, I guess I did. I'm sorry." "It's OK. Everyone does. God just gave me more hormones than anyone else and didn't turn them off when he should have. Here, help me with the bra." She guided Sherry around to her back. The bra was obviously custom made, with at least a dozen very strong hooks at the middle of her back. It looked like the material was some sort of industrial strength spandex or something. "Start at the bottom." Sherry did as she was instructed, wondering how the woman ever got dressed in the morning. Finally the last of them were undone and Hilda turned around again. "Now, take off the cups for me and let me show you your surprise." Even as hopelessly excited as Sherry was at this point, she was a bit nervous. She ran her hands under the bra straps from the side and eased the enormous cups down and off. The flesh sagged as the support was removed. The areolas were dark brown and were, well, proportionately big. Very big. Bigger than the palm of her hand, anyway. The nipple was a thick brown nodule that stood up more than a little. Slowly, her hands ran over the flesh and she felt a wave of heat between her legs from arousal. She knew her underwear must be soaked and getting wetter by the second. Her fingers reached the areolas and nipples and gently stroked their wrinkled surface. She was surprised when her fingers got wet and the dark skin glistened with wet. She pulled her hands away and looked up at Hilda, who had a big grin and eyes half closed, a purring look of contentment on her face. "Are you surprised dear?" It was a whisper. "What? I don't understand?" Sherry asked. "I'm lactating. Come, have a drink." Sherry felt confused and not a little bit repulsed. Lactating? Milk? The woman was giving milk! But it made no real difference in the end. Sherry's addiction was too strong and Hilda gently guided her head down again to the thick nipple and placed it between her lips. A hot tongue rasped over the nipple and then Hilda gasped and groaned words of encouragement. Sherry started to suck hard, by reflex it seemed. The very thought of drinking the milk of another woman felt wicked and excited her. She sucked again, her cheeks hollowing. Now she knew why the breasts were so turgid, they were plump with milk! Hilda's milk let down in a rush and a steady flow poured from the nipple, with Sherry pulling and gently chewing on the nipple with her lips, now swallowing fast to keep up. Soon, she moved to the other breast and it too filled her mouth with warm nectar. Back and forth until the fluid almost totally ceased. Hilda slid her right hand palm up down Sherry's flat stomach and inside her scant panties. There was no hesitation as the fingers flowed through the neatly cropped hair and then into the now puffy and waiting pussy. Sherry groaned and humped the fingers as two of them disappeared inside, a deep penetration, filling her and pressing down hard on her clit. The fingers thrashed around and pumped in and out and Sherry's body, lost in the lust of breast gratification, rushed toward an orgasm. Sherry crashed over the top into oblivion before she had any sense of the frantic rush and release. It knocked the wind out of her and she gasped and grunted several times, milk spilling from her lips, running down the engorged flesh onto the Hilda's belly. She began to lick to get it all back. The fingers continued to pump and again Sherry lost control as her mind filled with stars and lightning bolts slammed into her belly. One thing Sherry knew how to do was to totally relax and let her body go when an orgasm approached and tonight, she was floating in a mist of lust from the rapid fire releases. It was many minutes before she began to slow down and ease away from the mounds of flesh, now exhausted. Hilda's breasts now spread out over her upper belly, the soft bags no longer so tense and strained. Even so, their enormity made it impossible for Hilda to look down and see Sherry's face as Sherry lay her head on Hilda's stomach to rest. "Did you like that?" Hilda purred. "Oh, yes. It was so wicked. I never expected that. Never. I can't believe we did this." Sherry sighed. "Would you like to do it again before you go?" "So soon, I thought..." Sherry lifted her head to look over the mounds. "Well, we have to give them a bit of a chance to recover, deary, but in an hour or so, I think I can accommodate you." Sherry sat up. Hilda knew all the questions that were in Sherry's mind, and as they passed the time, Hilda filled Sherry in on how her breasts had begun to develop early and just never stopped until recently. And how she had become a wet nurse for a sick child at the nearby hospital and discovered the erotic sensation of giving milk. And finding out that several of her girlfriends were excited about it as well. Getting the Dr. to give her some hormone shots to keep the milk coming over the months since the child got well was easy. "Hilda, what's it like to be so, well, huge?" "Well, aside from an occasional chance to meet someone like you, it's not much fun. I'd get them reduced, but just don't have the money." For the first time, Hilda sounded depressed or down. Sherry sat in silence, then looked down on her own perfectly formed B cup breasts, that never needed a bra except to cover up her small very sensitive pebble sized nipples. Clothes fit her right off the rack and she knew she looked good in them. No, she looked great in them. She looked back over at Hilda as she moved around the room, back from getting a big drink of water. The enormous, industrial strength bra hung over a chair back. The cups were vast. Hilda came back, rubbing her breasts on the side, lifting they up a bit. "I'm getting hard again dear. Like a bit more before we head for the party?" In spite of her slowly clearing head, she leaned forward and began again to lick slowly, finally drawing a nipple inside her hot mouth and the flood began again. Smaller this time, to be sure, but a flood none the less. She was still surprised that she liked the way it tasted and emptied both breasts rather quickly. Then, she pushed Hilda onto her back and began to eat her. Hilda groaned and thrashed, linking one leg over Sherry's shoulders, pulling her in even tighter. Sherry didn't disappoint her. The hours passed. Hilda gave a yelp. "The time! The party! We've got to get a move on!" They rushed to get dressed and were out in the street in minutes. Sherry had made up her mind. ------- "Where the hell are you taking me?" Heather giggled nervously as they hustled through the dim isles of the British Museum. They had taken a cab to the back door from the restaurant and had come in using Shannon's security badge in the back door's mag stripe reader. "Can't we look around a bit?" Shannon had a hand firmly in her back and kept Heather moving smartly along. "No time. Sorry. Here, through this door. Watch the steps. Go down two levels." There, a long hallway opened before them with doors opening off it every few yards. It smelled just a bit musty. Finally, Shannon stopped and pulled a key from her purse and opened the door. Inside, it was a smallish office absolutely stuffed with cabinets and a small desk. The overhead light and light on the desk managed to light the place reasonably well. "Wow, not much space." Heather commented. On the top of one of the cabinets, Heather found herself looking into the ancient gaze of Queen Hapshetsut herself. The bust looked new. She reached out her hand to touch the face. "Ummm, please don't. It's the original. We have to wear plastic gloves when we handle them, to keep the oil and acid from our skin off the paint and stone. Sorry." "She was very beautiful." "Yes, like you." Shannon replied. Heather blushed. "OK, OK, when are you going to tell me what's going on?" Shannon had opened the door to the adjoining room and pulled her inside. She was surprised to find a nice carpet under her feet and blue drapes hanging from the walls. "We're going to dress you up just like the Queen. Strip off." Shannon began to unbutton Heather's blouse. "What? Here? Now?" Heather stepped back from Shannon's eager hands, her blouse gapping open. Her deep cleavage and upthrust breasts were pushing the fabric open. "Sure. I've wanted to do this since I first came here, but you can't do it alone. But, I have keys to all the stuff we need and you are perfect. Well, these titties (her hands brushed over the firm flesh) are bigger than we think she was, but, height, hair, colouring, perfect. Come on, we'll take some pictures to remember it." Her hands resumed their work. Heather stepped back again. It sounded like fun. She was grinning. "On one condition." "What?" Shannon looked up. "You strip off as well." Heather had a big grin on her face. "I can't. I promised my lover I wouldn't fool around and this Summer I've managed to get this far, but I'm not sure I can keep that promise with you around. I'm very attracted to you. In case you hadn't noticed." "Tough. If you want me to prance around like the Queen for you, we get naked together." Heather didn't want to foul up Shannon's love life, but now that she had laid on her demand, she didn't want to back off. Reluctantly, Shannon gave in. "OK. But don't get fresh." She eyed Heather. It was hopeless. She knew she'd end up on the floor with this very likeable, sexy American and already she felt the tension in her chest and belly as her arousal climbed. Heather stripped down and then peeled off her bra and panties and faced Shannon. Shannon's eyes were taking in Heather's abundant form. It was warm in the room, but Shannon's gaze had Heather very hot and her nipples were growing in length. "Gosh." Was all Shannon could get out. She bit her lower lip. "Now you." Heather's voice was soft. Shannon's body was pale and her skin so fine and delicate it was almost translucent. The network of fragile blue veins in her breasts was very visible, leading to pink areolas and small nipples, standing out just a bit and obviously very hard. There wasn't a visible blemish on her whole body. Heather stepped close and without warning, took Shannon's right breast in her hand and held it. Then she kissed her. It was a long kiss. It left Shannon trembling. "You promised not to get fresh." She whispered in Heather's ear as their bodies flowed into each other. The hot, firm flesh of Heather's right breast pressing against her breastbone felt wonderful and she relaxed against it. "No I didn't. Are you really complaining?" "No. Oh, this is nice." Shannon's right hand travelled up from Heather's waist and began to explore Heather's other breast. Now it was Heather's turn to shiver a bit. "Ummmmmm. I like that." "So beautiful." Shannon half moaned in Heather's ear. They stood there together for a few moments and Shannon slowly pulled back. "I really do want some pictures. Can we wait a bit. Don't be mad." "I'm not mad. Sounds like fun. What do we do." Heather grinned. Shannon became quite animated. She pulled a chair over and Heather sat down and in a flash, she was re-working Heather's hair into an Egyptian style. With no mirrors in the room, Heather couldn't tell what was going on or what she looked like. After a bit, Shannon moved Heather over by a small table at the side of the room and produced a makeup kit. She carefully removed the little makeup Heather wore and began to apply the bold colours and black outlining used by the Queen. Having painted quite a few statues of the Queen, Shannon knew exactly what and where to apply it and her hands moved quickly and accurately over and around Heather's face. "There." Shannon sat back. "Now, we are going to dress you. Except for the sandals and the dress, the rest of this stuff is really the original stuff from her tomb. So be very, very careful. If anybody knew we took it out and actually put it on you, I'd be killed and out of a job so fast." "Are you sure we should do this? I mean..." "We'll be very careful. Hey, all I've done this Summer is to eat and sleep with this babe. I've got her on the brain. I want to see what she'd look like with the stuff on. All these fuddy-duddies around here would never dream of actually dressing someone up. OK, let me go get the stuff from the cabinets. Back in a few. Here, take this, but don't put it on just yet. And, don't look in a mirror till we're all done, I want you to be surprised." "OK. I'll be careful." Shannon had handed her an oddly shaped object that had a bulbous handle and then what appeared to be a scoop underneath, not unlike an ornate small grain or seed scoop. She had no idea how she was to put it on. Or where. She turned it over and on the bottom of the scoop was the cartouche of the queen. At least that's what she guessed it was. Shannon came back and carefully attached a delicate gold chain around her waist and let is rest on her hips. It had small gold rings attached around it and a dangle with a small pendant of green stone hung down the back, pulling the chain between her cheeks. It felt good. Heather noticed that Shannon's hands lingered for just a moment over her ass as she guided the dangle into place. Her nails left her buttocks tingling. "Ummmmmm..." Heather responded to the fondling, instantly reacting to the tightening in her belly. "Sorry." Shannon was beet red. "I..." "Don't apologize, just dress me." Shannon was back with three other chains. "These idiots still haven't figured out what the queen did with these. They think they're bracelets." She was grinning. She reached for Heather's left breast and nipple, but drew her hand back. Heather could see her breath had quickened. "What's the matter?" "I. It's getting me horny. Maybe we should stop. I don't think..." Heather just reached out and gently pulled her hands onto her breast, feeling the nipple tighten and tingle. "In for an ounce, in for a pound. We'll be good. At least, we'll try." Shannon stared at Heather, her hands burning hot from the contact with Heather's very firm tit. Slowly, she moved her eyes down and forced her hands to move, but took the opportunity to stroke the breast lovingly. She moved a small ring to the end of Heather's nipple. "You have such gorgeous breasts." "Thank you. So do you." "This might hurt. She was obviously smaller than you. I mean, her nipples." "I'll be brave. Ouch!" Heather yelped. The ring was suddenly all the way down at the base of the nipple. The gold chain hung out a good five inches from Heather's flat and fluttering belly, swinging gently. The nipple burned from Shannon's abrupt pinch and pull. The burn settled down into a flow of hot sparks across her breast. She was so focused and turned on by the feeling, she hardly noticed Shannon reach for her other nipple and then, the stabbing pain caused her to yelp again. "Ouch! That hurts! At least at first. Then, it's really getting me horny. My nipples are on fire." Shannon was staring at the now totally turgid points, sticking out to their unusual length. The two chains swung. "Wow. Those are some nipples." "Shut up and rub them a bit. They sting. Maybe the rings are too tight." Shannon, her reluctance falling away by the second, welcomed the invitation to rub the long dark spears. They were rock hard in the palm of her hand and the heat from her hand sent a wave of arousal down Heather's front to her pussy. "Ohhhhhh. That's more like it. Rub them hard." Shannon obliged for a few seconds. Heather was breathing hard and her eyes were closed. Shannon started to lean forward to kiss her, but pulled back when Heather opened her eyes. She dropped her hands. "Now what?" The question brought Shannon back to the subject at hand. "We, ah, we. Here, we hook these rings through the rings on the waist chain. And then, we attached these dangles to the hooks on the chains from your nipples." The weight of the beautiful teardrop red stones was sending waves of heat through her chest as the stones bounced slightly and swung from the chains. "God, Shannon, I'm getting so hot." The chain in her butt was now pressing against her tightly and the stone was banging on the inside of her thighs. Her ass tingled. "I can see that. Me too. As if you couldn't tell." A beautiful rose blush was spreading across Shannon's upper chest. Heather stroked her shoulders, holder her eyes locked with her own, then ran her hands down over the translucent skinned teardrop breasts. Shannon's breath caught from the heat of Heather's hands and then her eyes fluttered as she lost her concentration. In a flash, she was more turned on than she had ever been in her life. Heather's hands fell away and Shannon opened her eyes. "Heather..." "Get me dressed first." "I don't think I can wait." "Yes, hurry up and then we can." Shannon brought over sandals and helped Heather to get the complex wrappings right. By the time they were done, Heather was near orgasm from all the sensations in her ass and nipples from the swinging and jerking on the flesh. Next came neck chains of many kinds. Finally, Shannon produced a pullover that was more sheer than anything Heather had ever seen. Almost invisible on her, it clung and hung to her form and yet somehow did nothing to interfere with the chains and dangles. It felt wonderful. Unexpectedly warm, but revealing everything. Then, Shannon came back with a tray and produced a spectacular gold mesh piece that went to the base of her neck and flowed over her shoulders and down over the tops of her breasts, flowing into the valley between them like some sort of cape. The weight surprised her and further, it added to the steady sensations in her tits and somehow, amplified them. "OK. Now, the last piece." Shannon lifted the grain scoop from the table. "What the heck is that thing?" Heather had never felt so alive, in a sexual trance. Her mind was a bit fuzzy, but every nerve in her skin and groin seemed to be directly plugged into her pleasure center and she was building up to an overload. In spite of this, she began to understand the scoop's true function as Shannon gripped it from the base of the scoop and turned the oddly bulbous handle" upward and toward Heather's lower belly. Heather answered her own question. "It's a dildo!" she whispered and her pussy pulsed with excitement and anticipation. Shannon lowered it and raised the pullover. The head of the dildo found Heather's prominent mound in a smooth steady motion and then effortlessly buried itself to the hilt in Heather's pussy. Shannon let go and in spite of the intensely pleasurable distraction of the sudden penetration, Heather was amazed it didn't just fall out. Her muscles seem to fit perfectly around the base of the bulb and held it firmly inside... The odd shaped bulb inside her was pressing lightly on her "G-Spot" and sending a steady stream of fire inside her loins. Her pussy kept clamping down on it in reflex and every time they did, it pressed on the spot and sent a jolt straight up her spine. The scoop was in fact a special shield that went across the entire front of Heather's copious bush, hiding it, yet pressing tightly back against her in a very stimulating way. Her growing clit was being guided up a carved channel in the back of the scoop and was now pinned up and back, well past her swollen open lips and up onto her pubic bone. She was trembling now from all the stimulation and felt an orgasm approaching. "Shannon, God, I'm so close. I'm going to come any second! Owww..." The moan somehow focused Shannon. She had dreamed of doing this for so many nights as her hand she pleasured herself in the dim light of her bedroom. And now... Before her stood the most exotic figure she had ever seen. It was Hapshetsut herself. Her goal within reach, she somehow backed away and grabbed the camera and charged the flash. Telling Heather instructions quickly, she modelled this way and that as Shannon ran through a quick roll and then changed film. Heather was too far gone to argue and barely heard Shannon. Somehow, she fought back the orgasm and followed instructions. "Hurry. I need to come so bad. I think I'm almost there." Heather was breathless. The feedback cycle between her legs and the bounce of the weights on her tits was more than she could bear. Almost in total overload, she cycled higher. Her breathing was almost stopped from the tension and she was getting lightheaded. The flash startled her and interrupted the orgasm just before it exploded. Another flash, then more and more and then the second roll of film was used up. Shannon set the camera down and came back and stood in front of Heather. Shannon was now letting herself fully share in the excitement and a telltale trickle of come was smeared on the inside of her thighs. It had been a long summer. And now, her queen, Hapshetsut stood before her and somehow it wasn't Heather anymore, but the queen herself. And Shannon did what she knew the female attendants would have done. For, Hapshetsut was a lesbian. Shannon slid her body against Heather and Heather exploded at last in a wild cry and groan. Pressing her own pubis tightly against the shell, the small bumps of the cartouche on her side rubbed her clit and she began to moan into Heather's mouth. The pressure pushed the dildo back into Heather's womb and then released it. It slammed back into Heather's "G" spot and Heather's hips jerked hard into Shannon. Her clit hardened further and she gasped as the motion repeated itself again and again. "My god, Shannnnnnn." Heather mumbled. "I'm going to go again... Ohhhhh." "Me..." to, but it didn't come out as Shannon wailed. "Aaahhhhhyyeeeeeee!" and her first orgasm broke over the top and her insides pulsed and rippled. Her nipples were rock hard and blood red from the engorged flood in her chest. Sensitive in the extreme, they rubbed against the sheer film of fabric and gold mesh covering Heathers's upper body and burned with an intensity that drove the breath from her. And again. And yet again. The minutes flew by as the pleasure drove them on and on. A slick film of sweat covered their bodies as they pounded against each other in a steady rhythm, broken only by the rapid shudders and occasional spasm of orgasm. Somewhere between two rushes of fire, Heather realized that Shannon was not only as hot as her, but matching her orgasm for orgasm, something that even Traci couldn't do. It was a first and the shared excitement drove them on, higher and higher. A soul mate. A pussy mate. At some level, the orgasms of one triggered the next in the other. Heather was more out of control and deeper into the power of pure lust than anything she had ever known. She flowed down into the heat and musk of the emotion and drove ever harder against Shannon's swollen mons. "We... have... to... stop... Ahhhhh!!!" Shannon gasped somehow, not wanting to in the least, but knowing they had to get the stuff put away and get out of the museum soon. "Oh! Oh! NO! I CAN'T STOP!!! Yes. YES. YESSSSSSSS!!!!" Heather's answer wasn't going to make it easy. Her pelvis slammed into Shannon. Sparks flew through their brains. "Got TO!... Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes... One more. One more, then... One MORE!!!! Shannon promised herself, it had to be the last. And five minutes and one more enormous orgasm later, she pushed herself back, gasping for air, her body still just as excited as when they started. It amazed her. She liked sex and was always an energetic partner, but this was beyond anything she had ever experienced. To have come like this, again and again, and still be ready for more. No, not just ready. Almost addicted to having more. And another piece of her study of the queen fell into place. Her slaves gave themselves willingly, ready to do anything to be with the queen. Anything. Her breathing slowed. "Owwww. Come back. More." Heather reached for her and Shannon backed up again. "I want to. More than anything. Really. God, look at my nipples. Ouch! Boy are they tender!" Shannon wailed. They really hurt. She reached to begin taking off various things. Heather grabbed her and pulled her close. "More." She slid her tongue deep into Shannon's mouth and Shannon moaned. Two of Heather's fingers slid into her pussy and now she cried out and the pumping fingers lifted her back onto the pleasure wagon and pushed her over the edge into orgasmic free fall. She came done and managed to get some arm bands off. Heather sucked her nipples and the pain exploded in her brain and then intense heat and she had the first nipple orgasm she'd ever experienced. But, then, she managed to get a finger under the scoop neck and pull down on the dildo. Heather's muscles fought back and she clamped her legs together, but Shannon was faster and it popped free and swung upside down and Shannon placed it on the counter. The heavy aroma of sex filled the room. "Hey, I wasn't done yet." Heather complained. "We have got to get out of here. Sooner or later the guard will be by to check and it's been too long already. Help me. Stop that! Come on." She slapped Heather's wandering hand off her breast. And slowly, Queen Hapshetsut became Heather again. They left the makeup on as it would take too long to remove. But the priceless artifacts went back into the cases and Shannon packed the slip into its box to take home, as it was hers. And the sandals. She checked all the locks twice and then they turned out the lights and retraced their steps and then were outside in the night air. They stopped and looked at each other. "Wow!" They both said together. And laughed. Arm in arm, they headed down the street. Just before they got to the meeting place, Shannon stopped and pulled Heather back into a dark doorway and they kissed for a long time. "I'm sorry for making you break your promise." Heather stroked Shannon's face and hair. Shannon's green eyes sparkled and shot green sparks into the night as she gazed into Heather's face... "I'm sorry you have to leave in a few hours. I've never had a lover like this, I mean it was so INTENSE..." "Shush." Heather said softly. "Me neither. It was fantastic. I don't want to leave either, but I can't stay. Really." "I know. And it's time for me to go home." She paused. "You know, back at the museum, you... you became my queen. The queen. It was weird. I think about her all the time and seeing you like that... It was like it went back in time." Heather understood. She had felt like the queen. Shannon's queen. And Shannon was her slave. Passion roared through her and she found it hard to breath. She forced herself to stop thinking about it. It always scared her just how much she enjoyed dominating others. It took her to sexual highs far above her normally overactive response. "And if I come back and visit you in Ireland and become your queen again, you will be my slave?" Heather asked only half serious. "Oh. Yes. Oh, my yes." Shannon breathed, the very thought of it sent another chill down her spine. If only Heather would come back to see her. They held each other a long time without speaking. And then, at last, slowly walked the last few yards and went up the stairs. The apartment was full of everyone and Heather and Shannon were the last to show up. The place was noisy with smoke and laughter and the tinkle of glasses. They were both surprised that everyone was still in their clothes and in the living room. Donna untangled her self from a chair and came over. "Well, don't tell me you two are also too tired now for the orgy? Wow, some makeup job. You have to tell us all about what you've been up to." She was laughing. Shannon and Heather both blushed brightly and nodded. "Don't tell me. You couldn't keep your hands off of each other and now you're too tired from screwing all night." Donna sighed even as she laughed... "Something like that. Is that what happened to the others as well?" Donna nodded. "All of us. Some orgy. Get something to eat. Maybe next time, if there is any. At least everyone seemed to have a great time." She walked away. They cruised the party for a while and soon everyone was sitting in a circle sharing their evening's adventures with the others. There was lots of giggling and expressions of mock shock and teasing. But they were all impressed with how varied all the tales were and how well they had been paired off. Only Donna was disappointed that the group sex never got off the ground. "Well, it was exciting to think about, anyway." They all agreed. Heather slipped away and removed the makeup and washed her face. Then returned to the group. By now, Barbara and Elizabeth were sitting together, lightly holding hands. A start. "Well, I hate to end this, but the sun is up and we have an airplane to catch." Traci announced. There were hugs all around. Donna made sure all the keys were accounted for. Except for the waitress, who had called to say her roommate was ill and they wouldn't be attending. It was quiet in the car as they raced out to Heathrow. More hugs before security stopped Barbara and Elizabeth. Promises to keep in touch and addresses were exchanged. And suddenly, they were on the plane heading out over Ireland. Heather fell asleep instantly and soon Sherry joined her. Traci wasn't far behind and snoozed until lunch was served. The stew in first class came by and handed Traci a message. "For the brunette in the middle. When she wakes." The stewardess was slim and sleek, even in her uniform. Obviously closely tailored beyond normally company requirements. Dark hair, a layer cut down the back of her neck, emphasizing one of her best features. Smoky eyes. Bangs. Traci put the message on the food tray and resumed eating. Back at the first class galley, the stew resumed filling pots with hot coffee and preparing to gather trash. The other stew working the section joined her briefly. Her blonde hair rich figure contrasted the slim figure of the other. "What did she say to your invitation?" "Sleeping. A bit tired from last night. Donna said I should enjoy her based on her activities from last night." "Mind if I join you?" "Not in the least." She looked around and no one was looking. She pulled the breaker on lights of the toilet on the plane least able to be seen by all the first class passengers and hung an "Out of Order" sign on the handle. A brief call to the cockpit to explain the breaker as a clogged john to keep them from getting alarmed. "All set." "A bit optimistic, aren't we?" "Seems a sure thing, according to Donna." She squeezed the blondes arm as she went by. "Let her sleep for a while. Then, the games will begin. I get first crack." They both started laughing at the bad pun. Actually, the blonde was far more interested in the other stew than Heather. Screwing women in the bathroom was intense and scary. Especially on these West to East crossings in daylight with most passengers awake. They started up the isle clearing and pouring seconds of coffee and tea. Heather slept on for quite a bit and then woke up, needing to use the bathroom. She glanced at Traci and noticed she had a blanket pulled up to her chin and was sleeping soundly. She had a slip of paper in one hand, folded over. Heather unbuckled and headed back down the isle. The dark haired stew seemed to expect her, for some reason. Heather noticed the out of order sign. The other bathroom was busy, but only the two stews were around and everyone else was watching a movie or asleep. "Can we use this?" Heather asked, more than a bit uncomfortable. "Perfect." The stew took Heather's question as an answer to her unread invitation. She nodded to the other stew who headed over as Heather unlocked the door. As she stepped in, the other two followed her and in a second the door shut and was locked, but no lights came on. "Oh. OH!" The hot hands on her breasts were a shock and in seconds her top was out of her pants and she was twisted sideways with one leg bent at the knee and up on the lid of the john. She was immobilized. "Please. I have to pee." She realized it must be the stew in here with her. Surprised, but not scared. It was only sex. A husky voice told her to be quiet and a hot hand unhooked her bra while another unsnapped her jeans and unzipped them. The hands travelled down and up and a palm took her left breast and the other travelled into her underway from the rear and a slim finger was inserted into her pussy from the rear. Peeing was forgotten. She became aware of other hands on the woman doing her and realized the other stew was in with them. She groaned as her clit popped out and pressed into the tight panties pressing into her slit. It was only thirty minutes. But it was a hell of an orgy. Donna would have been proud. ------- Chapter 28 The trip back to the states went smoothly. Heather's lightning fast sexual encounter in the lavatory with the two stewardesses was surprising quite satisfying, in spite of her exhaustion from another long night without sleep. The stewardess had really great hands and brought Heather off in under five minutes, only stopping when the other stew, working from the rear, managed to get the first stew off and distract her from her business with Heather. The stew's heavy breathing as she stroked and tweaked Heather's long nipples and heavy breasts plus her grunts and gasps as the other stew fucked her pussy from the rear really added to Heather's own enjoyment and she quickly slid into that mental state of hot lust that let her begin to repeatedly orgasm. That encounter had ended as silently as it began. They pulled their clothes back on in the darkness, struggled to regain their breath, and then the stew by the door popped open the door and quickly looked around. No one was there and she quickly went back to her work station in the kitchen. The first stew and Heather followed and closed the door. The stew called the cockpit and asked that they try the breaker again, as she thought she had the problem fixed. The lights popped back on and an OK was given. They all smiled at one another and Heather regained her seat. But the sex, so quick and vigorous, had left her very excited and she could still feel the expert fingers on her breasts and pussy for many hours afterward, reliving in her mind the sensations, making her horny all over again. Sleep never did come to her as Sherry and Traci snored on her shoulders. She ran Sherry's gorgeous long hair through her fingers as Sherry slept. "I hope she never cuts this." She thought. And kissed Sherry on top of the head. They went through customs and immigration then caught a cab. Heather was first to get out and she was now staggering with exhaustion. "See you tomorrow." She gave each of them a cursory peck on the cheek and dragged her bags up the steps to her apartment. She let herself in and put her bags in the bedroom and took stock of the situation. The plants were a little dry, so she gave them each a shot of water and talked and stroked each one of them for a while to let them know she was home. Then, she made a cup of tea and pulled out her class schedule and homework assignment and figured out her plan for the next day. Traci had a big test scheduled and she knew she wasn't close to being ready. Damn. She fought off the fatigue and tried to study. In ten minutes she was nodding off over the book, tea or no tea. "I've got to get some rest first," she thought. She headed for the bedroom and realized she still needed to unpack, so she forced herself to do that. Then, she quickly showered, pulled on a flannel nightgown, and set the alarm for early the next morning. And slid in between the sheets. Then remembered she didn't call home to let her parents know she was back safe and sound. She picked up the phone and in a quick call, talked to her Mother and promised to call her the next day and tell her all about the trip. Well, the parts she could tell. "Gosh, Traci, I miss your tongue on my pussy soooo... much." She blushed as she found herself thinking this as her Mother said goodnight. It was only 6PM as the phone dropped in the cradle. She switched the ringer off and was asleep in seconds. She slept the sleep of the dead and only the alarm the next day awoke her with its persistent loud buzzing. She stretched. A quick trip the bathroom and she slipped into cotton briefs, jeans, a sweater over a good support bra and her loafers. Her hair she ran a brush through twice and piled on her head in a messy pile. It was study time. No time for pleasure. A quick breakfast with tea and some slices of toast and she gathered her books and headed out the door for the student cafeteria. It was her secret study place. She hardly knew any of the other students and they left her alone as she sat in a corner and began to cram for the exam. The hours went by and she got hungry, went through the food line and used her meal card for the second time the whole term. Then nibbled at her food as she studied, finally pushing the tray away. Only an hour to the exam was left as she checked her watch. Just once she wished Traci would cut her some slack about her courses and tests. As she moved the tray away, she scanned to room and noticed a striking woman, about Traci's age, walking several isles away, looking around for someone. What caught her eye was that she seemed a bit out of place in her very sophisticated black on black attire. Very Parisian. Heather dropped back to her books. Very striking she thought. Trim waist and flat belly. Great hair, but up and pinned back. Nice very dark color. Rich. Great to run your fingers through, she bet. A hint of a very nice chest under the jacket and blouse. Her internal dialogue was interrupted by a female voice with a distinct French accent. "You are Heather? No?" She was standing there looking down at Heather. Beautiful facial bones, sensitive mouth. A knockout, natural beauty. Yes, now more than a hint of a chest. Definitely a full figure. Heather scanned her as she looked up, surprise on her face. "Yes, I'm Heather." God, the woman has a great figure, she thought as her practised eyes scanned the woman again. "I am Monique, I'm glad we can meet so soon." The woman placed her tray on the table and shook Heather's hand. Heather felt as though the sexual energy of five Traci's just raced up her arm and through her body. Monique was practically glowing with sexual energy and in a flash, Heather felt her body respond and her brain fill with the first waves of sexual fog that always seemed to cloud her thinking when she was very excited. It hit her so hard she was confused at first. She and Traci had chemistry. Powerful chemistry. This was a reaction on another plane entirely. She found it hard to breath. Holy shit, she thought. Am I attracted to her or WHAT? "I'm sorry," she finally responded, "do I, should I, know you?" "No, not yet, you have been away to Europe, no? I am your new art professor, of course." "What? I haven't changed courses. You must be mistaken." The fog in her mind wasn't clearing, only getting stronger. God, she never got this hot unless Traci was around and they were teasing each other. A lot. Who WAS this woman? The faint aroma of Monique's perfume swallowed Heather and added even more to her excitement. Monique paused. "You do not know about the change? Traci did not tell you?" "Changes, what changes?" The fog receded just a bit as Heather's concern rose. "I am your new teacher. Traci is leaving to go to the Southern campus and head the department there for a period. I was sure she would have told you. I'm so sorry for you to find out this way." Heather was rapidly gathering her books and shoving them in her bag. She was stunned. Scared. Furious. Bewildered. And still horny as hell for this woman. "You were studying for the big test today?" Monique reached out and touched her arm again. More fire. God, this woman was setting her on fire. It flooded into her even over her fear and anxiety. "Yes, you should know. I must go see Trac... the Professor about this. Excuse me." She practically ran out of the cafeteria. The panic rose in her throat. "I cancelled the test three days ago," Monique called behind her to her back. Heather's pussy was wet as she hurried along. Sex was the last thing she wanted to think about and she was angry she couldn't push it out of her mind. She jumped in her car and raced for the administration offices. Traci's office was locked. It looked like her desk had been cleaned off. She drove as fast as she could over to Traci's apartment and Traci's car was still in the lot, a couple of boxes on the back seat. Heather ran up the steps and Traci's door was open. She stepped in just as Traci was picking up some boxes and was heading out the door. "THERE you are!" Traci said in relief. Her eyes were red from crying. "I've been trying to reach you since last night! I went by this morning and you were already gone." "I just heard! Nobody's been trying to reach me." Heather remembered she didn't listen to her messages and had turned off the phone. And left early in the morning to study. "The phone was off. Are you leaving me?" Her fear surfaced in her bluntness. She braced herself for the answer she dreaded was about to come. Traci was so pretty and sexy and she just knew someday someone would steal her away and... "What? Leaving you? Leaving you? No. No. I could never leave you! I love you. It's a fucking promotion!" She didn't sound happy about it. "But, you were leaving without saying goodbye!" Heather was crying. From relief. From the sudden news that they would be apart. "I wasn't going to go until we could talk. Why would you jump to such a conclusion honey?" "I, I... I was so scared. I don't know what I'd do without you." It came out as she wept. Tracy stroked her hair. "Now. Come on. It's going to be rough. But we can get through this. It's only for six months." "Six months?! My, God, Traci, that's forever! I'm withdrawing and coming with you." "No. NO! Listen to me. You can't DO that. Calm down. Look, you have a brilliant career ahead of you. You still need to finish your studies. You can still learn a lot from the teachers here. You mustn't screw up things when they are all headed your way." "But, but. I can't live without you." She kept crying. With all the lovers Heather seemed to take, Traci had secretly wondered if Heather really was all that seriously in love with her, but there was no doubt left now. "I know. I cried all morning." She stroked her hair. They clung to each other. "How did you find out?" "Monique told me." Heather was still crying. Traci jerked upright and pulled back just as though she had been shot. "Monique? Monique who?" She held Heather at arm's length. "Monique Lassitur. The new professor." Traci's face was filled with fear. "She has a French accent?" Heather stopped crying. "Yes. Why. WHAT IS IT?" Traci sat heavily on the pile of boxes. "Now. Now she has to turn up. Here. With you. Oh, God, what ARE we going to do?" It was a whisper of horror. Heather knelt in front of Traci. "What? Who is she?" Traci hesitated. Her face was filled with a black cloud. "The devil. The sexiest, dangerous devil in the world, but the devil none-the-less." "Tell me about her." Traci was silent as she gathered her thoughts. She decided. Heather had to know. At least as much as she thought the girl would believe. "I want you to hear this from me. We had an affair while I was in school. In Paris. I left her in the end. I couldn't deal with it anymore. I left." She sounded exhausted. "Did you love her?" Heather bit her lip to hold the hurt inside. Traci took a long time to answer. "Yes." "And her?" God this hurt, Heather thought. It's before me. It has nothing to do with us. Be brave. Listen. "In her way, yes, she loved me." Heather waited. "It's a fantastic story. Unbelievable unless you experienced it. I left in the end because it would have destroyed me. Her love. The sex. The... it was too intense. She tried to control it, to protect me, but in the end, she failed. I saved myself. From her. From it. I'm glad I left. But I'll never ever forget it." Traci got to her feet wearily. "You must stay away from her." "But, I'm her student." "Outside of class, stay away from her. She's dangerous. That's all I'll tell you. Promise me you'll try not to sleep with her." Heather looked hurt. "You know I wouldn't..." Even Heather knew this protest sounded very hollow. Hell, she seemed to sleep with everyone. "THIS IS NOT A GAME, DEAREST!" Traci took her by the arms. "Just promise me you'll try not to sleep with her until we can formulate some sort of game plan on how to protect you." "I can take care of myself around her." "Promise me." "I promise. Traci, what are we going to do about being so far apart?" "Let me get down there and figure out how to solve that. You concentrate on your studies. God, I wish we could have tonight together. I miss you so much. I need your loving, honey. And we need a plan about Monique." "Are your sure? I don't know if I can do this." Heather complained. "Yes we can. We'll get past this. Now, carry this box. And I'll lock the door." At the car, they kissed. And held each other a long time. "Got to go. It's a long drive and they're already pissed I was out of the country and didn't show up when they wanted. Bastards, they could have let me in on this a long time ago." "What happened?" "I'm not sure yet. A scandal I think. Anyway. You stay away from Monique outside of class. No matter what." "OK. Got it. Please call tonight. I miss you already." Her heart was breaking inside. "You are upset because I had an affair with her?" Traci looked into Heather's red eyes. "No. Yes. Of COURSE I'm upset. She's so fucking beautiful and the chemistry is so STRONG and..." Traci stopped her. "You already see how dangerous it is to be around her. Stay away." She stroked Heather's arm. "That was a long time ago and we have each other now. Concentrate on that." "OK. I'll be good." "I know. Have fun at your party this weekend." "How did you... ?" "You talk in your sleep, remember?" Traci smiled and kissed her on the forehead. "Sleep with Karin or Sherry this weekend. Something that will keep you occupied and help you wait for me." Heather didn't respond. She had forgotten about the party again. She didn't want to sleep with Karin or Sherry. She wanted Traci. And Monique. The realization that the woman was still exciting her surprised her and she realized that Traci wasn't just warning her for nothing. I AM totally sweep off my feet by her. Traci got in the car, blew her a kiss and left the lot. Heather sat in her car and cried. This was so fast. She felt empty. Forgetting at last about Monique, she cursed the administration and headed for her apartment. She turned her phone back on. On the machine, she found the frantic messages from Traci begging her to call immediately. A note from Mom telling her that Traci was frantic to find her. A note from Karin telling her not to forget the party Saturday night, hoping she had a nice trip and also (shyly) hoped she could "stay the night, if you know what I mean" after the party. And a note from Monique. Heather pulled back from the machine as she hear Monique's distinct voice. God, it was a sexy voice. "Heather. I'm so sorry I upset you with bad news this morning." She sounded sincere. "I hate to have to bring this up when you have so many other important personal things to attend to, but the dean just called with questions about your painting and trip and wants to meet in her office at three this afternoon. Please let me know if you can make it." She gave her number. Heather sat and stared at the phone. Traci said stay away. But this would be in the dean's office. That was safe enough. It was school business and she couldn't ignore that. She called and got Monique's machine. That was a relief. She left a message and then went and made a snack. She couldn't taste the food. She cried. "Traci, how can this be getting so screwed up? I wish you were here." She fought the tears as she did the dishes. A couple of drops in each eye reduced the redness, but she knew she looked like hell. She met Monique just outside the office. Monique immediately said, "We must touch up your eyes. Come with me." She just took charge and Heather fell in behind her. Heather immediately felt that electric presence from before. Monique turned for the ladies room and Heather followed and in the next minute, Monique produced some eye liner and shadow and the circles and puffiness ware covered up. "Do they know about you and Traci?" Heather was amazed. She knew. "No, I don't think so." "We must keep it so, then." "Fine. OK. What's this about?" Heather looked into Monique's eyes. Deep brown pools of excitement. She shivered. God, what is it about this woman? She is dangerous. Traci only said TRY not to sleep with her. She must know how sexually attractive she is to me. "I don't know yet. Do not answer any question until we understand what is the problem." "OK." They went back and entered the office just on time for the appointment. Heather's arm was on fire from the brief touch Monique had given her as she guided her in through the door. The dean sat behind her desk. To her right was a plain woman in a severe business suit. They both looked grim. "Heather, when you entered this university, you signed an agreement that stated that any income earned using university facilities or properties would be shared with 80 percent going to the school. Perhaps you had forgotten that?" Heather answered before Monique could stop her. "No, I haven't forgotten." "Is this your signature on the form?" The other woman handed her a paper. It was her signature. "Yes, that's mine." Monique interrupted, cutting off the dialogue. "Just, what is the concern, dean?" The other woman leaned forward, "Heather has been producing many works of art and selling them very successfully, using the university facilities, and has never paid a penny she owes the school for our fair share of the income. We would like payment of our share of the money." She was staring at Monique. Monique fixed her stare and suddenly the other woman blushed deeply and looked away. "I...", Heather started. "Just a minute. Excuse me Heather. I will speak with you in the hallway. Please." She rose and they went out. "You know of the agreement?" "Of course." "You have not violated it?" Monique's presence was sending that fog of lust into her brain again. She felt her chest tighten and fought for balance. "No. Traci made sure I did all the personal work off campus at the apartment. That's why I live there." And to fuck Traci, but she didn't add that. "You have receipts for the materials?" "All of it." "Have the private works ever been displayed on campus, stored there, anything of that nature?" "No, they never come near the place. Traci and I do all the business work at my place or her's. Never at school." It was hard to breathe. Heather's nipples were rock hard with excitement. She felt she would just jump Monique right there in another few seconds. "Let me deal with it." She took Heather's arm and Heather felt a hot flood of pleasure flow over her arm and chest. WOW. This woman can really get too me. Heather thought to herself. Her chest burned and she felt it swell and her tits grow tight. Inside, they sat again. Monique began. "Heather did none of the work on school grounds. The materials were all her own. You have no claim on the results. Perhaps if I could discuss this with the young lady for a few minutes..." She was looking at the lawyer. The lawyer was flushed and trembling. "Diane. Yes... We could do that. I'll require... proof..." "Of course, my dear. Let's leave the dean to her other important matters and I'll give to you what you require." Diane swallowed hard. She rubbed her legs together. The dean looked a bit puzzled. "I thought you said you were sure..." Diane hesitated. "She says she can prove otherwise. We should let them do that if they can, it's only fair. Your office?" She was pushing past them. Still blushing. "I will call you later with news." Monique brushed past and perhaps rubbed Heather's chest slightly with her arm as she moved past her. Instantly, Heather's already hard nipples erected to their maximum length and began to burn. Her sweater clearly showed her long points, even through the bra. The dean was staring as Heather slipped on her coat quickly and left the office. Her chest was on fire and she had to get out of there and rub herself. Back at her place, Heather rubbed herself for many minutes, finally experiencing a delicious nipple orgasm before her breasts calmed down. Even as she gasped and groaned, she was thinking of Monique's slight touch and it got her more excited. Damn. Damn. What a hot bitch. Boy, do I WANT her. Only as she sat and thought for a while and her body calmed down did she begin to realize that she had to limit her time with Monique to public places and around other people. If they ever got alone for long, she would sleep with her in a second. And Monique would have her. She finally went into the other bedroom, converted as her studio and worked for a while on an unfinished painting, finally taking her mind off the events of the day. The phone rang and she picked it up. It was Monique. "We have won and there will be no more troubles over your paintings." She was excited and pleased. Heather was cautious. "Do I have to show them my receipts?" "It will not be necessary. Donna has received all she asked for and was quite pleased." That sounded a bit strange. "Like what? I thought..." "We should have a victory celebration tonight. I wish to take you to dinner to some place special." Monique just went on. "Well, I..." Warning bells were going off. But it would only be dinner. In public. She would meet her there and then she could handle it. She thought. "It will be a marvellous evening for us to get to know one another a bit better. Eight o'clock?" "It should be OK." Heather tried to sound bland. Her heart was pounding. "I will pick you up at eight at your place. Goodbye." Monique hung up. "No, I will meet..." Heather tried to respond, but the connection broke. She tried Monique's office and got no answer. She had an unlisted number at home. Shit. The phone rang again. It was Karin. "Hey, welcome home. I'd thought you'd call." "Hi, Karin. Sorry. It's been a very crazy and upsetting day." "Oh? What's up? You still coming tomorrow night?" Karin obviously was interested in getting the plan for the party in place. "Traci's gone." "WHAT! What happened?!" Karin shifted her focus quickly. "She got a promotion to the southern campus as the art director there and head of the department. For six months. We didn't find out till last night. I didn't hear about it til this morning." Heather began to cry again. "Six months? Oh, gosh, that's a long time." "It worse than that. Her replacement here is an old lover from her Paris days and..." "You're kidding. Wow." "And I'm attracted to her. I can't seem to help myself." She sobbed. "God, slow down. How do you know all this. I mean, she just got there." "I know. I know. I just am. It's like she takes control of me." "OK. I'm coming over." "You can't. I'm going out to dinner with Monique at eight." Heather sighed heavily. "Look, you need to talk to someone. I'm on my way." She hung up before Heather could respond. "You're right. I do need to talk to someone. Traci." Heather answered into the disconnected phone. And realized she didn't have a new number for Traci. She'd call later for sure. Karin was there in record time. She used her key and let herself in. She took Heather into the kitchen and started a kettle of hot water for tea and coffee. "OK. From the top." She settled in and Heather told her the story. "Wow. What a mess." Karin was silent for a while. Heather wished Traci would call. "I have an idea for tonight." Karin finally said. "What?" "You get HER all hot and bothered for you. Then, you can control things and guide the evening and get home without hopping into bed." "How's that going to work? I'm already to hop in bed with her NOW!" Heather said. "Yeah, but all you're doing is reacting to her. Look, you haven't had sex with Traci and you're really kinda backed up in that category. You need to take charge and get on top here. Then, you can keep her at arms length. Like you do with me." "What? I do not. You know Traci and I..." "Yeah, but I've really missed you." "Karin. Look, I promise to stay over tomorrow night. Now, can we focus on tonight? Good. Do you think this has a chance?" She sounded very doubtful. "Sure thing. You wrapped me around your pretty finger and hell, I'm basically a hetero. Here, we know she's a lesbian, so no problems there. We just have to figure out the right outfit." And they picked and chose and laid everything out on the bed, changing everything at least ten times before they were both satisfied. It was six o'clock. "Thanks, Karin. I hope this works or I'm a goner and god knows what'll happen to Traci and I. It scares me to think about it." Karin and Heather hugged. "You're the best." "OK. I'm leaving to let you clean up and get ready. Call me if you get in over your head and need a rescue." She kissed Heather a long time and her loins ached. Tomorrow night. Wait for tomorrow. She was embarrassed that she was thinking about sex when Heather was in such confusion. Heather wasn't the only one who was backed up, Karin thought. She finally broke away and left. Heather carefully washed her hair and towel dried it, letting the perm tighten the long strands back into mass of coils down her back almost to her waist now. She towelled the rest of herself off and then stepped in front of the mirror in the bedroom. She was lucky, as not a blemish showed on her skin anywhere tonight, so the makeup effort would be much easier. She had recently begun (over Traci's objections) to trim a bit around her pubis so that she could wear the really revealing thongs at the pool, but there still was a small patch of thick hair down there to rub her legs. Her belly was as flat as ever, and now that her hips had rounded out a bit more, her small waist was even more noticeable. But, in the end, the pretty face, nice rounded hips and tight ass were lost as focal points as her eyes travelled up to the sensational breasts that still hung so high from her ribs, jutting out a seemingly impossible distance. Tipped with swollen ice cream cones for areolas and those long nipples. They were so tight that they hardly bounced or swayed at all when she walked. She was twenty years old now and wondered how long they would stay this way. Her fingers travelled lightly over them and the nipples instantly tightened and send ripples of pleasure across her chest and down to her pussy. Tonight, she would use them as lures. When she was done, Monique wouldn't be able to get her eyes off of them and then Heather would have at least established some bit of control in the situation. At least, that was the theory. It was also possible that they would just strip each other bare and screw till dawn. She sat naked in front off the mirror, enjoying looking at her own erotic body, running the comb through her hair until it was a dark mass of carefully buzzed up locks that spilled down her back. A vixen's hair. Then, she pulled on a pair of black silk bikini panties and carefully tucked her tuff of hair inside so none showed past the edge. Just the light touch of her fingers on her clit had her burning and she fought the urge to masturbate. Her black pantyhose came next, the ones with seams down the back. They had considered a garter belt and stockings, but the plan was never to let Monique get that close, so the added attraction was discarded for comfort. Then, she pulled the top off the bed and held it to her. It seemed impossibly small to fit over her head and shoulders, to say nothing of her gorgeous breasts, but she knew it would. Once in a while a woman finds a piece of clothing that has the ability to look painted on, without being too tight, or too loose anywhere. Painted so that every tiny ripple in the skiing shows, but never bags or sags, or distorts. Heather pulled it over her head and fished her hair through. Then, she eased one arm into the arm hole and then the second arm. It now lay bunched up over her mounds and she found the bottom edge and eased it down. In seconds, as she snapped the crotch snap, it spread evenly over her form and as she stood, her breasts pushed out the material until they were perfectly framed. Every curve of her upper body and the flow into her hips was now so beautifully displayed, it was better than if she were naked. Her breasts were stunning, the areolas and nipples perfectly visible, uplifted on the ends of the full, heavy swellings. Sorayama had the right idea. But, he needed to paint them a bit bigger to match these. A black very short skirt and then, a black jacket with a short waist finished the outfit. Her breasts were now hidden from the side, but head on, the view was overpowering. Her makeup didn't take long, and she used a dark red lipstick on her swollen lips. Another quick comb of her hair and fluff it up a bit more and she surveyed the effect again in the mirror. If THIS doesn't get her attention, I'm really in serious, serious trouble, Heather thought to herself. The doorbell rang. Monique was right on time. No time for second thoughts about what to do. Heather walked to the door and took a deep breath. She pulled it open. Monique hadn't changed from work. But her eyes widened at the sight of Heather's chest and her only comment was an involuntary "Holy, shit! What tits!" In French. "I'm glad you like them!" Heather responded in French. She was thrilled. Monique couldn't get her eyes off her. Karin's plan was working! Monique glanced up. "You speak French!?" She glanced back down and frowned. "Yes, a bit. From school and Summer trips abroad with my parents." "We must go." Monique carefully avoided looking at her. They went down and got in the car and drove to the other side of town to a small exclusive club. It had a very good restaurant and they settled into a both, with Heather on the inside and Monique in a chair facing her across the small table. Monique's eyes scanned Heather's breasts again and she signed. "We must talk, you and I." The waitress came and she too took in Heather's overly full figure and had trouble concentrating on the menu and taking their orders. The wine came and then Monique offered a toast to the day's victory. The glasses clinked and then Monique sat quietly for a moment. "Traci is a very lucky woman to have found you." The compliment was unexpected. "Thank you." Heather replied. "But you want to sleep with me, don't you?" "I... I..." Heather blushed. So damn direct. "Yes." "And I with you." A pause. "So what is to prevent us?" "I promised I wouldn't." "She made you promise?" Heather nodded. "To try not to sleep with you." "Ahhh. To try. I see. Traci knows. She is realistic." She fell silent. Monique refilled their glasses. "I will tell you a story. It is my story. And then you will understand why Traci only asked that you try." Heather waited. Her nipples burned and stood out, tenting the tight material. Her pussy was soaked. Oh, God. I'm lost. I tried Traci. I want to screw this woman so bad I might just jump her right her. Oh, God. Monique began. "I was raised the daughter of wealthy parents on the edge of Paris. I was quite unremarkable. Skinny, dark thin hair. I was not an attractive child. Awkward and shy." "My parents very often hosted large parties at our home. When I was eight, I was invited to attend for a short while each evening and soon I began to notice a very attractive, erotic woman who always sat apart from the others, but was in constant attendance, as a stream of people would approach her and they would speak for a while. Sometimes laugh. She might leave for a while and then return her seat." "She noticed me immediately and I never ceased to be under her watchful gaze." "I asked my Mother who she was and she told me her name was Angeline, but everyone called her Angel. And I was to stay away from her. A bad influence." "But I was eight and fascinated. Drawn to her in a way I didn't comprehend and soon I found ways to wander near her and overheard scraps of conversations. I didn't understand them. Soon, at a party, Angel invited me over and asked me to get her some water. She soon found little errands to send me on. Always watching my Mother for her reaction. Mother clearly didn't like this, but said nothing further." "One night, Angel told me to go to a room in the guest wing and let her know if it was free yet. It wasn't. I entered and one of Father's wealthy patrons was sitting on the edge of the bed, her bodice open and her large breasts hanging out. She had a man's penis in her mouth and as I watched unnoticed, she sucked and pulled on him as he groaned and shuddered. His cock was sliding further and further inside and I was amazed she didn't choke, but soon she had him all the way down and her lips were on his belly as he thrust with his hips. He stiffened with a wild groan and orgasmed into her throat. I had become very agitated at this, but slipped quietly out and returned to Angel to inform her the room was in use." "You observed the people?' She asked. She had of course noticed I was flushed and excited." "Yes. She was sucking on his man-cock.'" "Did they see you?'" "No, I don't think so', I answered." "Good. If I send you in the future, be careful to not be seen, at least for now.'" "She observed me for a while then." "Did you understand what they were doing?', she asked me." "I told her not completely. And she explained the act to me in great detail. The pleasure for both the man and the woman. The unusual skill of the woman to be able to take his large penis completely and not choke, but actually for her to learn to enjoy the feeling of the large soft cockhead sliding in and out of her throat, followed by the very stiff rod behind it and sliding through her teeth and over her tongue, the hot sperm finally pouring down her throat and gullet at the end as a special delightful treat as she held him totally in her control." "It is about control as well. Do not forget. He is her slave now. He will want it again and she can use that to get what she wants.' She explained to me, holding me with her eyes." "And what does she want?' I asked." "I do not know. But she asked me to arrange the meeting and she now will extract from him whatever it is she wants of him. Aside from the nice puddle of cum in her belly now.' She laughed and I laughed too." "And she told me to leave her now before my Mother got mad, and not tell her what we had just talked about. It was for mature, worldly women and my Mother might not understand. And I was silent. Angel had called me a woman of the world and I loved it." "At the next party, she asked my when I brought her some water, if I would like to observe intercourse between a man and a woman." "I said yes, very much." "And she explained this time what I would see. That I wasn't to fear the woman or man being hurt. It would be very vigourous and might sound like they were in pain. But it would be the ecstasy they were in that would sound so much like pain. A beautiful sound of lust." "And I went to the room and hid in the closet standing in the corner, with the door ajar enough to see the bed clearly." "They entered and locked the door soon after and he fell on her bodice, almost ripping it from her as she laughed and giggled at his eagerness. Her breasts came free and he began to kiss her and knead her breasts, pulling on them so that my own nipples tingled, but she seemed to love the vigour of his attacks and soon, he stopped and pulled his pants free. His cock was engorged and sprang out and up, bouncing wildly as he pulled his ligands free. Clear fluid was dripping from the purple swollen head and it was spraying around the room in his struggle to get his pants off. She grabbed his cock and pulled it to her in her hands, laughing at his frustration. Her lips closed over the head and I could see her tongue slide around and around, the fluid now draining on to her tongue." "But he wanted more and pushed her back. Her breasts spread out to her arms and he lifted her skirts to her waist. I was shocked to see her pussy was shaved bare, and also quite wet like the man's cock. Even as I watched, her fluids drained onto the bed. She was crying for him to hurry and plow her slit. These words were new to me, but I sensed what was to happen as he grabbed his bounding tool and guided the purple plum shaped into her now open pussy. She was experienced and very eager, and with a cry of great pleasure, her hips drove up toward his belly and he trust down and in one great lunge, all but his balls disappeared into her pussy." "They went at it with a violence that made me sure he would kill her in the end, but her cries of pleasure only increased and his cockhead emerged again and again, dripping with her juice, only to plunge to its length as his heavy balls slapped her ass. Her legs lifted up higher and higher as if pulled by strings and soon they were all the way up to her shoulders, her toes touching the bedding and her arms wrapped around them, and the bed bounced wildly from his pounding. On her face was a look I'll never forget. It was the beautiful look of lust and pleasure of a woman gripped in the nearness of a thunderous orgasm. Again and again she sighed and groaned as he brought her near to the peak, only to slow and retreat for a moment. The sweaty aroma of his and her juices filled the room and soon they were both crying out. And they seemed to stiffen together and shudder over and over. Her whimpers were lost in his grunts and he slammed her down into the bedding. And then they lay quiet for quite some time, before he withdrew and I saw his now limp tool, still dripping white fluid, lay against his thigh and a trail of cum start down his leg. He was covered in sweat. She arose and straightened her skirts. Her bodice was quickly replaced and he helped her tighten it. With a quick kiss, he dressed and left first, and then she arose, brushed her hair and started to leave as well. But she hesitated by the door and lifted her skirts and I saw her fingers disappear into her pussy for a moment. She groaned slightly and withdrew them, only to place them in her mouth and she sucked on them. Then, she left as well." "Angel asked me if I enjoyed watching. And I did. I was very excited. My own little tender pussy was tingling and I rubbed it later. It felt good. But I couldn't imagine a big cock up inside me. It would hurt. I told Angel that and she laughed and said when I was older, I would change my mind. I was too young now and not to worry about it." The food came and Monique stopped her story. With one last lingering look at Heather's chest, the waitress left. "She wants to fuck you." Monique said matter-a-fatly. "What?" Heather hadn't notice much. She was almost beside herself with wanton lust being so near Monique and listening to this story. "The waitress. She is hot for you. She has been listening to my story from the next table and has grown very aroused. You should ask her to eat you for dessert. It would help you with your frustration and I could continue my story while you pleasure yourself." Monique smiled. "I will arrange it." "I." Heather stuttered. And, found herself unable to object. What does the waitress even look like, she found herself wondering. And got wet again just thinking about someone under the table eating her while she finished dessert. Halfway through the silent meal, Monique paused and started her story again, between bites and sips of wine. "The Summer came and the parties moved outside and I didn't see Angel for many weeks. And then we had a large party inside as the Fall came on and she was back at her usual place. I eagerly sought her out and she seemed equally thrilled at seeing me. Almost immediately, she pointed out two attractive women who had just arrived and were making their way around the room. Lesbians', Angel said, waiting to see if I understood the term." "What is that?' I asked." "Women who love only women.'" "You mean they fuck each other?' Even that quickly I was using the language of love and the gutter quite freely." "Yes. Are you shocked?' I was and admitted it to her. But intrigued at the same time." "Would you like to watch them tonight?'" "I nodded, never taking my eyes from them as they moved around the room. Quite attractive women, very beautifully dressed, quite ordinary. Except they fucked other women." "Angel told me should would send for me as soon as she had arranged it and give me enough time to get in position. I left her, but watched for her signal." "The signal came and I went to the designated room and slipped into the closet. Angel had a stool placed there this time so I could be more comfortable. The first woman arrived and immediately removed her dress and let down her hair, which was quite long. She pulled the blankets down on the bed and made a sort of nest in the middle from the pillows and blankets. Then she sat at the dresser and combed her hair and began to pull on a nipple under her slip. Soon, she began to breath quite heavenly in little snorts and gasps. The other woman did not arrive and I heard the first say to herself, Hurry Evelyn, or I will be spent before we can indulge our lusts!'." "Her breasts were now almost completely out the top of her slip and she was pulling on both nipples quite furiously. Just then, the door opened and closed and the second woman arrived in a rush." "Oh, Mary, do not go without me!' She cried. The old bastard Renard kept me talking and I could not break away. I was rescued by Angel herself. She must have sensed my frustration and desperation.'" "She immediately picked up the brush and began to work it down the long length of the other woman's hair. Mary dropped her hands to her lap and sighed. "I thought our chance was slipping away, and it's been so long for us, I could not help myself!'." "Yes, yes, but I'm here now. Help me with my things.'" "And so they undressed each other. They took a long time doing this. Each touch and caress brought a sigh and gasp of pleasure, as they took more and more liberties with each other. Their wandering hands slipped a strap here and there, always taking time to caress the curve of a breast, or roll a nipple, or run their fingers through the dark, thick bush between their legs as it became visible to me. Their lips began to add to the caress and finally Mary guided Evelyn to her knees and said "Eat my sopping pussy, my darling. Give me that magic tongue in the places you know I lust for you. Oh, yes. YES!', she shouted as Evelyn stuck her tongue into Mary's twat. "After a minute, Mary was beginning to whimper and moan and had to sit on the bed. I'm ready to die! Give me your pussy to keep me occupied and we will cum together.' And for the first time, I saw the favourite position of Lesbian lovers, intertwined in opposition to each other, each bent to the task of devouring the other's cunt with eager licking, sucking and tongue fucking. Their cries of pleasure filled the room and then first Mary, then Evelyn shortly after stiffened and trembled, crying out their climax to the other, Evelyn's muffled in Mary's juicy cunt." "They continued on for some time. My own little pussy was quite wet from watching them and in due course I found myself rubbing it. But I became too aroused myself to watch properly and somehow managed to stop before I cried out and gave myself away." "After a delightful hour, they fell on their sides and turned to face each other and hugged and lay talking and whispering, their legs intertwined and their hands never still, still gently caressing and squeezing each other. Their long hair was pulled around and they used it like a brush to trail along the other's arms and ass. It was another hour before they finally rose, put each other's hair back up and dressed. With a final, tender kiss, the opened the door and left." "Angel was waiting for my report, which she wished to hear in every detail and I was eager to tell. I commented on how tender they were and how long their lovemaking was compared to the man." "Yes, generally, women are longer and more tender. But some like it fast and rough as well. Perhaps at the next party, I can arrange for you to see that. Women seem to feel the physical effects long after the act itself. You will learn that you can still feel the pressure of a full cock in your pussy many hours after the man has fled the bedroom.'" "Like a ghost lover!', I said." "Angel laughed. "Yes, a ghost. A ghost of pleasure.' And she left for the evening. Monique stopped again. "Heather, you have so much to learn. Let me teach you, as Angel taught me." Heather fought her way back from her lust induced trance and stiffly said. "I already know all about the things you are telling me." "No, not about the mechanics, so much. But the mental ability to enjoy your own lust. For instance, you are fighting the feelings you are having now. You deny yourself the pleasure of the lustful feelings and only make them harder to control. Reach out into your lust like it was a warm pond of water and let yourself float in the middle, the ripples of pleasure from your mind and body will then gently rock you and fill you with even more enjoyment. Embrace it and it will embrace you. Try it." Heather stared past Monique to the waitress, who had reappeared. She was listening to the conversation. Heather concentrated on her feels and when the next wave of fire stormed through her mind, she relaxed and just let it flow over her. And instead of it threatening to take her control away, she felt warm and sexy and aroused, but not anxious. A warm flood of heat filled her pussy and her nipples burned, but she let them feed the fire and relaxed. "That's so much better, is it not. Now, as your pussy floods your panties with your lust, you will feel every drop as it escapes, the tiny nerves signalling you as it pushes past the eager lips of your cunt." The waitress just stared. She was very aroused from the story and now this. Monique spoke to her without looking up. "My beautiful friend cannot wait for release back at my bedroom, perhaps you could assist her from under the table with a special dessert of your tongue?" Monique stroked the back of the woman's thigh. As surprised as she was at the invitation and sudden physical contact, they brought into sharp focus the arousal she had felt building all night and found herself saying, "Yes, I'd love to eat her out. I just finished my shift." With a quick look around to see if anyone was looking, she dropped and scurried underneath the table, the long table clothe dropping to the floor behind her. In the dim light, she crossed over to Heather and contemplated how to start. "Heather dear, our friend is waiting. Remove your stockings and panties and she will pleasure you while I continue. Do not have an orgasm until I release you to do so." Heather was moving slowly to pull up her skirt and grip the waistband of her undergarments and eased them over her hips and down. Suddenly, a pair of hands began to ease them down her legs and she lifted her legs to assist. Cool air suddenly hit her completely soaked pussy and it tingled. The warmth in her brain increased and she swam out into it. Somehow, she was totally aware of every nerve in her body, but she was remote and let them feed her warmth. Orgasm was somewhere out there. She floated. A tongue began to trail up the inside of a thigh and she lifted her leg over the shoulder of the waitress and groaned. "Ah, she is a work. Good. Now, oh, yes. The next party. That was not when I got to see more Lesbian lovers at work. That night was different. Very different." "This time, Angel told me to wait in a room and she would fetch me. I would be able to watch up close. I waited a short while and the door opened and Angel joined me." "Now, tonight is a special gift for the daughter of a friend. A year ago, I introduced her to fucking and today is her birthday, and her Mother wants her to be introduced to anal sex as well. She suggested a threesome. I agreed and searched out the proper people. Renee is a bit older than you, sixteen I believe this year. Her body is developing, but she is far from complete. She enjoys sex immensely and I have a special treat for her in that regard.'" "The anal sex will involve penetration of her other hole. Very gently. We will assist her in learning to enjoy this act. It can be an extremely stimulating addition in the enjoyment of sex, but the woman must have time to adjust and not be allowed to do more than her body is able to do. Over time, for most, it can become very enjoyable. Renee is very eager. Perhaps she will enjoy her first experience as well, but we must make sure she is not hurt or uncomfortable. We will use a young boy for this. He has a perfect size and shaped penis for Renee's virgin ass. The men will not speak to you or Renee. They are under my control and direction. You will observe and you may ask question freely of Renee. Come, they wait in the next room.'" "We entered and Renee stood in the center of the room. Angel immediately began to praise her beauty and lovely new breasts, which were very evident under a tight bodice. She untied the strings at the back and Renee began to undress as I watched. Finally naked, Angel motioned me over." "Renee has two very eager, plump young breasts now. See how they look like perfect pears attached to her chest? Are they not beautiful to look at and hold?' She guided my hands over them. I expected them to be hard, since they stood up so straight, but they were like soft cotton under my hands. Her nipples were perfect pink and stood in the center of perfectly round, equally round areolas. Renee smiled as I rubbed them." "Does this feel nice?' I asked." "Oh, yes. Very nice. They have gotten very sensitive. I keep them covered up so I will not be tempted to rub them all the time.' I moved my hands away and Renee looked disappointed." "Angel said, She will be like her mother and sisters in two more years. Her breasts will be very high and large, much, much larger than now. And heavy and firm. Her hips will round and her legs become long. And her pussy will be at full flower, ready to take all comers, men or women.'" "As she said this, I thought about my Mother and her sisters and knew I would never look like Renee. I must have looked crestfallen, because Renee said cheerfully, You don't need to worry, you'll be as sexy as angel once she's passed on the Gift.'" "Quiet child! She is too young yet!'" "Gift?, What Gift?'" "I would have told you later, when you were older. But now. I was given a Special Gift when I was a young girl Renee's age. I then changed and became as you now see me. I have chosen you to pass on the gift at the right time, so you too might enjoy it.'" "I stood and looked at Angel. Her great beauty was known to all. I now surveyed her body and realized what a gorgeous shape she had hidden under all her beautiful dresses." "I will have your breasts and wide hips?' I was awash with excitement over the thought of their heavy weight and plush expanse.'" "Yes, when it is time. Now, back to our beautiful Renee. My dear, you must step on the step I've placed for you. To begin, go to the highest position.'" "She did. Her legs were now spread a bit open and her pussy was well exposed. I suddenly became aware of a man of small stature, no taller than Renee. He was much older, perhaps forty five years of age. He was naked as he stepped into the light. But I immediately noticed his stiff prick. It was very thick and not too long, with a very small head. It was leaking clear fluid from his pee hole." "I have chosen Picard because his prick will give Renee a true stretching for her birthday, because he is a trusted friend in these matters, and because he is so sexy and will fuck her royally.' She was stroking his thick cock lovingly as she said this to him in a wicked voice. He loved to hear her praise his abilities like that and smiled." "As difficult as this is for a man, his job today will simply to serve Renee as a fucking post. She will need time to adjust to his thick manhood and will learn to take it at her own pace. She is quite tight yet and we do not want her to hurt herself on her birthday!', she said as she laughed and slapped Picard's thick member. A drop of cum whipped up and hit Renee in the mouth. She licked it off and said, Picard, too bad I cannot also have you down my throat while you are in my pussy!'" "Perhaps we can arrange to have all three of your holes filled for your next birthday, you eager young wench.' Angel guided Picard to close in front of Renee, his prick was up high, the tip ending about two inches above her pussy opening." "Begin to enter her as I guide you. Very, very slowly. That's it.'" He bent his knees slightly and the tip of his cock, now held by Angel, was now below her cunt. As Angel pulled upward slightly, he responded and the head pressed into her pussy and then Renee gave a gleeful, OH!, how you stretch me!', but her voice was filled with pleasure, not discomfort, and after a moment, Angel indicated Picard should straighten a bit more and the first inch penetrated her tender pussy. Renee moaned her delight and teetered on her tip toes to slow the assault. Slowly, she lowered herself and another inch was home." Heather felt the tip of the waitress's tongue penetrate her now completely open womanhood and a sharp shudder ran through her. The pool of lust in her mind grew warmer and the orgasm was now a visible thing, a red ball somehow just out of sight. Her visible shudder drew Monique's attention for just a moment and she interrupted her story long enough for Heather to notice. "Look away in your mind from the hot ball that is your orgasm. Deny it entrance into view and you can last much, much longer. Wonderful, that's it. Relax. Feel her tongue deep go deep inside and wash you." And it did. Very deep. Heather floated in a sea of hot, sensuous lust. She was always charging into her arousal, not fleeing from it. This was new. This was not just great, it was WONDERFUL. She could have been on the moon at that point, instead of in a busy high class restaurant. Two other women at the next table kept glancing over and smiling at each other. They knew Heather was getting off. They just couldn't figure out how. Her hands were both on the table and there was no obvious lower body motion. "Renee began to moan softly and twist her hips back and forth to move his cock a bit inside and purred to Picard about how great it felt. How her belly was tight and full. She slowly began to hump his stomach and an inch now slid in and out with a slight sucking sound. Several minutes went by and then Amber guided Renee down a small additional step on each side, spreading her legs wider and allowing another two inches of thick cock inside. Renee gave a deep moan of delight and stood still for a moment. The humping then began again, harder. She was very, very aroused by now. Another step and Picard disappeared and she was hanging by her mons from his cock, now complete buried." "Amber lifted Renee's legs behind Picard and locked them at the ankles, quickly slipping a length of soft cord around them and tying a knot so they couldn't come back down. Now she had purchase on his hard tail to begin to hump again, and she did." "Renee, ' she said softly, you must stop now and we will give you your birthday present.'" "Renee forced herself to stop and looked back over her shoulder. A young boy, naked, about fourteen years of age had stepped out of the shadows and came to us in the center of the room. His cock was about seven inches long, but exceptionally slim. Little spurts of clear, thick fluid kept spitting from the end as it beat against his belly when he walked. He was very excited, that was certain." "Thomas will serve as your rear scratching post.' She took a jar of creme from a side table and wiped a considerable amount on his cock, then reached under and lubricated Renee's rear entrance. Renee was very excited." "Thomas was clearly ready to cum at any moment from watching the action, but Amber said soothing words to him to distract him and she guided the tip of his cock into position and asked Renee to lift herself. She did, going up many inches. The tip of the cock was now pressed gently into the dark circle against her pucker and left there. Tom's little spurts from his excitement continued and now ran down her crack and dripped to the floor. As her legs tired a bit, she slipped down and the tip disappeared. She wiggled and gasped, but the shaft was slowly disappearing inside and as she sagged back down, six inches were now inside. Thomas stood perfectly still, as he had been instructed. An almost impossible task given the state he was in." "I moved around to see from the front and Renee's face was a wonder to behold. She was gasping and her breathing was becoming very ragged. Her eyes were rolling as she lifted back up and sank back down. Moans broke the air and she squealed again and again. Picard's thick cock was buried in her to the hilt and her lifting was able to shift it inside, but not slide it in or out. Her clitoris was rubbing across Picard's thick matt of hair and she shuddered each time it did so. Only the slim penis in her ass was sliding and she was beginning to move faster and faster. Picard gave a grunt himself and from the sweat on his forehead and the intense look in his eyes, he too was about to cum. Amber continued to tell both the men they could not cum without her permission and somehow they obeyed. Renee was now pumping up and down in a frenzy and began to shudder and her hips twitch in spasms." "Amber timed the moment perfectly and gave the men quiet permission to release at their pleasure. In seconds, they both stiffened and shot deep inside their respective holes. Renee gave a wild cry of pleasure and her own body, driven to heights she had never before experienced, spasmed as she crested uncontrollably into her orgasm, her pumping now spasmodic. A thick stream of thick cum now poured back down Thomas's slim cock, across his tight balls and dripped to the floor between his quivering legs. All three we groaning in delight at their release." "Thomas was given permission to withdraw first, and he left the room. Renee's ankles were untied and her exhausted legs dropped down, but she was still impaled on Picard and it was over a minute before he bent his legs, lowered her to the floor and backed away. Renee would have fallen had not Amber been there to assist her to the bed. The girl's hair was plastered to her neck and face with sweat and she glistened from her efforts. Pools of cum were leaking from her pussy and ass and the bed clothes were soon soaked through, but no one notice but I. I looked around and Picard had also left the room." "Did you enjoy your birthday present, my dear?' Amber said as she pushed the sweaty hair out of the girl's eyes." "Oh, my, yes. I never dreamed having your ass fucked could be so delightful. I thought I would explode in my excitement. Now I know a full pussy and ass is what I want.' She leaned against Amber's chest and closed her eyes, her breathing still rapid." "We cleaned her up and clothed her and sent her on her way, then rejoined the party just as it was ending. My Mother saw me again talking to Amber and was very angry with me and sent me to bed. I lay awake long into the night dreaming about what I had seen." Heather's lust was rising even more. Her eye's were closed and sweat dotted her upper lip. Her belly was on fire and tight as a drum with the pressure of her arousal. Still she was able to drift in the sea of lust in her mind and keep her orgasm away. Even as she did so, she was amazed at how long it was taking her to orgasm. She drifted on, highly excited, but more than willing to wait. The women at the table next to them had stopped making any pretense of minding their own business and were now openly staring and swallowing hard. Renee interrupted their staring. "You find public, Lesbian sex exciting? No?" They both blushed and tried to look away, caught. "She is a hot bitch, is she not?" Still they tried not to answer, to acknowledge their arousal at the public display. Renee was patient. "She has such gorgeous tits, do you not agree?" "Yes, they're spectacular," one of them finally answered. Renee continued. "She is very hot now and would love to have her tits rubbed to add to her pleasure. Perhaps you both..." She left it hanging in the air. Heather heard this conversation, as if from a distance, and in her mind, she was almost willing the two women to come over and rub her chest. Her nipples were little points of fire and the pressure of her tight top against her very swollen tits was adding greatly to the tension. The firestorm of orgasm seemed a little closer now. She moved away and found it harder in her mind to make progress. The orgasm was overtaking her, very, very slowly. One of the women rose from her chair and sat in the booth on one side of Heather, nervous at being so bold. Her friend still hesitated. The woman nearest Heather moved over next to her in the booth, looking around and back at her companion. She was excited by what was going on, but very nervous. Monique's very matter-a-fact approach to Heather's public sex activities had enabled her to overcome only her initial hesitation, but now that she was here next to Heather, her other inhibitions were falling fast. "I'm Evelyn, honey. God, you are so hot. What the... ?" The waitress under the table had reached over and begun to stroke the inside of her thigh. She had not realized there was someone under the table and almost jumped out of her skin. "Well, that explains a lot." The hand rubbed higher. She hadn't planned on this. Her friend was looking at her, still too nervous to come over and join in. The fingers were just below her pussy and stroking the very sensitive nerves just below the joint of her upper thigh and crotch. Evelyn suddenly realized her underwear was soaked in anticipation. In seconds she would be finger fucked for the first time in public and she was practically cumming from the thought. Without even realizing it, her legs spread open and her pussy was now open for the taking. "Rub my tits." Heather whispered in a horse, but soft whisper. "What? oh, oh..." The fingernails drifted over her tender pussy lips through her slacks and panties. Sparks raced across her belly and Evelyn's breathing caught. Heather's comments finally sank in. She turned and closed her eyes for a second to catch her breath and then, almost as if it belonged to someone else, Evelyn saw her left hand rise up and begin to stroke Heather's left breast. It was remarkably firm and the nipple was a hard, long pencil against the palm of her hand. She squeezed and tugged on the swollen areola and Heather moved her head onto Evelyn's shoulder and moaned. The wandering hand under the able was now pulling on the zipper on her hip and Evelyn realized the woman under the table wanted to grope her under her panties. "In for an ounce, in for a pound, " she muttered to herself as she reached down and unsnapped the catch at the waist band, then pulled the zipper down her hip. In a couple of quick wiggles, her slacks were down around her knees and suddenly a finger was under her panties and sliding along the slippery lips of her swollen labia. Evelyn moaned to herself and her partner stared in astonishment. Monique grinned to herself and continued her story. "I was eleven by now. Amber continued to allow me to watch various sexual encounters, but no one was allowed to touch me and I was never allowed to participate. For my birthday, she took me to a very exclusive shop on the left bank and in the back, the owner fitted me with a heavy solid gold chain for my waist. It was too big and kept falling down. Amber told me that I would be ready to take a man when I could wear the chain all day and never have it fall down. Each day, I would take it out of the small box and put it around me and walk around the room, but in a few steps, it would fall to the floor. I was discouraged by this but Monique told me not to worry. My hips would come soon enough." "I had noticed that Amber would slip away on many evenings and I knew she took a lover then, but she never let me watch or tell me who it might be. I spent many hours trying to guess who it might be from all the visitors to the parties, but my guesses were never responded to. Then, on my twelfth birthday, I noticed that the chain would stay up if I walked slowly around, but one quick stride it fell again. I was very excited and told Amber this and she smiled and said my change into a woman was beginning. I should be patient. It was hard." "Then, a month later, she took me to her side during a party and told me she was to meet her lover that night. Did I want to watch, I was asked. Yes, most certainly." "A bit later, she slipped away and beckoned me to follow her and I did, to a bedroom in the far wing of the house, a room I'd never been in before." "This is my private place in your home.' Amber said. "I keep some things here and sometimes meet my lover in this place. We are here first, I see. She will be along shortly.'" "I was surprised her lover was a woman, since she seemed to get so much enjoyment out of seeing the cocks of men in women's cunts, but I said nothing as we waited." "Moments later, the door opened and I was surprised to see the wife of one of my father's friends appear. She was also just as surprised to see me and hesitated." Evelyn tried to concentrate on the low, sexy timbre of Monique's voice as it faded in and out. It was impossible to keep her mind away from the tightness building in her belly and she repeatedly lost focus. A finger had now penetrated into Evelyn's slipper vagina and her hips bucked and drove the finger deeper. She knew already she would have an orgasm and the realization of what and where she was doing this got her even more excited. She was breathing hard and giving little gasps into the top of Heather's head as her arousal grew. Her fingers stoked and twisted Heather's nipple again and again. Heather found the sea of warm lust she was floating in getting more and more turbulent. A firestorm of heat was surging through her nerves and she knew when the storm broke, it would carry her with it. "My prot≠g≠e will participate with us tonight, my darling. Come, let me dress you. I cannot wait for you to take me. Do not keep me waiting.'" "Her words ended any hesitation that Clara, her lover, might have felt. They came together and kissed a long time in the center of the room. The sight of their tongues plunging in and out and dancing like snakes in heat was extremely stimulating to me. Then, Clara sat down and Amber lovingly took down her hair, removed her many skirts, stockings and dress. Now naked, I could see that Clara had a long waist, slim hips and small breasts with black nipples. Her hair, even down, was very short for the time. Amber led her over to the dressing table and began to brush the hair back, adding oil and making it shine. With a few pins to gather in the longest strands, she now had her hair brushed far back, tight against her head. Amber removed a soft, black leather corset from a dresser and began to lace her into it, her small breasts being savagely pushed up and out, making them look so much larger. Her hips were now greatly emphasized as well. A garter belt was added of black lace. Then, very carefully, Amber rolled black stockings up Carla's legs, taking time to feather and fondle Carla's pussy and thighs as she carefully straightened each seam. Clipping them to the garter belt, she slipped Carla's feet into very tall high heels and then stood back." "Monique will assist you with the rest.'" She said. "I did not know what she meant. Carla took my hand." "Have you handled a dildo before, child?'" She asked. "I told her I'd seen them used, but never touched one." "Tonight, your mistress will feel my strap on dildo deep inside her. Assist me.'" "She reached inside a drawer and took out a very smooth, leather device. She showed me where the straps went and I helped to fasten it around her legs, waist and rear. Two very smooth straps went between her legs and she showed me how to guide them just outside the folds of her labia. It was the first time I had touched another woman there and was surprised to find that Carla was very wet from her excitement. I told her so." "Your mistress is a most exciting lover, and I yearn for and anticipate her cries of pleasure. Come, attached the cock and we will attend to your Amber's needs.'" "With that, she withdrew an enormous rubber cock, surely too big for Monique to take in, and I gasped in astonishment.'" "Fear not, child. She has taken it before and loves the way it fills her to excess. Attach it here, like so.'" "And it slid into place in the pocket for its end and now was almost a part of her. The leather pouch had raised bumps on the back to rub her clitoris. She now turned, the black dong sticking out and bending over, bouncing and whipping around as she moved, just like a man. I suddenly realized she would enjoy herself as the man in this match, not the woman." "She undressed Amber and for the first time I saw her naked. She had a body of quite magnificent beauty, each element more perfect than the last. Naked in front of me, she invited me to touch her, explore her charms. Her tall, firm breasts and hard nipples burned my exploring hands and her tight waist and very hairy pussy were almost inviting me to explore further. Amber was sighing as I pulled and tickled her form. She was as wet as Carla." "In a short while, Amber was dressed much as Carla, but in white. Her amble bosom spilled out of the top of the corset, pushing her breasts up and out even further, making the turgid nipples erect in the cooler air of the bedroom." "Carla spoke. Now, my darling, my manhood will make you cry for joy. Spread your legs to receive me.'" "Her tone was harsh and commanding, but her voice was full of love and tender devotion. Amber leaned over the bed and Carla approached from the rear. She moved me around so I could watch. Ever so slowly, she pressed the bulbous head of the black dong against the glistening slit and more and move of it disappeared as it was rubbed up and down. Then, it lodged in the entrance and Carla began to buck her hips gently. She reached over and placed my hand on the shaft and I could feel the tremors from Amber's clenching pussy grip the head over and over as the thick member slowly worked its way into her now tightly stretched hole. Amber was moaning and begging for relief, but Carla continued. And then, with a soft pop, the head was in and Amber squealed with delight as she bucked. Her hips began to thrash from side to side. The large head had her pussy entrance stretched to the utmost, but Amber was enjoying the sensation, not feeling pain." "Carla began to speak to her softly. She asked Amber if she wanted more and Amber gasped and begged to be fucked. Carla placed her hands higher on Ambers rounded hips and began to work the shaft inside. Amber's legs were shaking, but my hand held the shaft tight and soon, my thumb was up tight against the wet lips of her pussy. Carla stopped. Amber continued to cry out softly and moaned in delight as Carla began to work the tool in circles, the long shaft and large head stretching and moving deep inside her." "Child, she can take more. Help push me inside. She has the tightest pussy in the world, but my cock will show her a good time.' Carla urged me on." "I moved around to the bed and Amber looked at me with half closed eyes, her face filled with pleasure and lust. Yes, push it in. More. Fuck me child. Do not be afraid. It is want I want and must have.'" "Calmed and excited to be participating in giving pleasure to my lusty teacher, I moved behind Carla and placed my mons against the straps of the dildo in the rear and together, we began to push the shaft inside." "Many minutes it took, Carla being very, very careful to proceed slowly and let Amber absorb the stretching, but she did at last bury the enormous shaft and my fingers were now trapped between the firm but soft flesh of Ambers ass and the hip bones of Carla's steadily pumping hips. Amber's cries were becoming louder and louder and my own excitement grew as the hard leather pressed against my tender bud and my own orgasm approached." A tremor shook Heather and then another. In her mind, her own orgasm was a storm about to overwhelm her. She tried to push further out in the warm pond, but the tide in her mind was beginning to pull her back. She tried to focus on the story, but the tongue lashing her fully extended clit and Evelyn's hand now twisting her nipple was becoming too much to ignore and she began to turn in to the tension of her body. Monique could see that Heather was very close. She continued. "I began to buck and thrust against the firm rear of Carla and her hard straps, and soon felt the tension grow and I came. It was my first orgasm with partners and it was so different from my own masturbation. Strong, and very long. My body was singing with pleasure." "Carla continued to plunge the hard shaft in and out and after I came, Carla pulled me around, kissed me on the lips and told me to suck on Amber's nipples. I eagerly climbed on the bed and slipped under the waterfall of Amber's long, hanging hair and, placing my face under her very full, hanging breasts, began to suck on one, then the other. Her hair was a nice sensation on my belly as I sucked and soon, I felt Amber begin to tremble and then she came in a mighty, bed shaking orgasm. Small cries escaped from the back of her throat as she came again and again. I looked back and saw the black shaft plunging into her dripping pussy over and over, the glistening lubrication flowing down her legs. I heard Carla cry out as well and join her in finishing, her thrusts becoming very spasmodic and quick, some long and some very short and fast. Amber came yet again from the new erratic pattern of thrusts. And then she lowered her head to my own young pussy and her long tongue snaked out and licked my tender hard clitoris." Heather suddenly felt the undertow take her breath away and her eyes closed to slits and she exploded in an orgasm that lasted for many minutes. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced. So overwhelming strong, but lasting for ages. It was a bliss almost two powerful to enjoy, but so pleasurable, she wanted it to go on forever. Forever. Make it last forever. At last she began to regain her breath and opened her eyes. The tongue between her legs was gone. As her vision cleared, she saw the waitress emerge from under the table, a contented smile on her face. Evelyn still held her, but at Monique's signal, she eased out of the booth and returned to her table, her dinner partner hissing things like, "Are you completely crazy? God, she was hot! We're all going to get arrested! Take me home and fuck me. Hurry, my god, I'm going to explode from watching that. I can't believe it. Shit. Pay the bill." They threw some bills on the table, far in excess of the amount owed, and almost ran to the door. The waitress, still smiling smugly, resumed her interrupted duties and pocketed the enormous tip Monique handed her without looking at it. Monique reached for Heather's hand and they left the restaurant in silence. In the car, Heather struggled to find some way to resume a conversation, not an easy thing to do after you've been publicly fucked while your companion tells you strange erotic stories as though it were a walk in the park. "What happened? After the last story?" Monique smiled. "It was a year of young lust and education with many young and old women in Amber's bed. And then, one day, she called me to her side. She told me it was time to give me the gift that would ensure I would always be able to control people and guide their lusts to my own ends. It would give me a body capable of intense pleasure. It was the moment she had trained me for and waited for. She asked if I was ready to receive her gift. If I was afraid. I told her I was ready and not afraid. And I wasn't, no matter how strange it seemed." "She stood and undressed me. Then, she tilted my head back, further and further, gently, stroking my neck and then she began to kiss me, her tongue probing the inside of my mouth. The flat of her right hand ran down my belly and pressed on my mons and two fingers began to enter me. Her tongue went further and further into my mouth and then, strangely, I relaxed and opened my throat and the tongue slid deep into my throat like a squirming cock. The fingers between my legs slid deep inside and she now controlled my body. I was floating on the sensations of her fluttering fingers and the strange but erotic feeling of a tongue wiggling in my throat. I relaxed and found a wave of electricity begin to flow between the tip of the tongue and the finger tips below. I began to tremble. The flow got stronger and stronger and then a black cloud entered my mind and I knew something had taken possession of me. A force. A power. We stood for a long time like this as the power grew and grew. And then, she withdrew and released me. The shapeless power in my mind remained." "I almost fainted. She guided me to the bed and began to dress me." "You now have the power. You will soon find it will change you and make you a voluptuous, beautiful woman with irresistible charms and powers to sense peoples secret lusts and desires and control them, releasing these things in others to their delight and your pleasure. They will have no choice. Guard it jealously, but share it with only others who are worthy, as I have tonight. You give it the way I gave it to you just now. It will flow from you to the other as it did just now. It is the greatest gift you will every have to give. And the greatest curse.'" "A curse?' I said. Yes, you will soon become a voluptuary, as I am, living every minute for physical and sexual pleasure. Giving and receiving. It will consume you. And give you great joy. But there is no escape. Once given, you cannot be rid of it. You, child, your spirit was already strong when we first met and I knew you were one with whom it should be shared. You will make the most of it and live a life of beautiful pleasure and endless lust.' She stood then and lifted me up." "In one year, I will depart. In that year, you will feel the power and learn to use it. I will guide you. Now, you must rest. Your body will already start to change under the influence of the spirit now inside you.'" "She took me to my bed and I lay down and was instantly asleep. In the days that followed, my bosom exploded and my hips swelled and my hair became thick and full and rich and my spindly body quickly changed into a perfect form. Every nerve in my body became enormously heightened and I felt pleasure from so many things that I never felt before. Clothing on my skin. My hair on my back. The wind on my bare nipples in the predawn light as I stood in the window, unseen from below. They grew hard and tight and I could orgasm just from the fingers of wind touching and pulling on them." "Amber taught me to play games with men and women and I grew to lust after a cock in my pussy or a tongue in my twat equally. I learned to guide people to release their own hidden lusts and in a way that enabled me to share in the pleasure. Such as tonight. Since that night so long ago, I live my life only to gain physical pleasure." Heather was silent. A strange story. Yet. She too could orgasm from the wind on her breasts and pussy. And had on many evenings alone at the beach, standing naked at the railing of the beach house and having the night air flow off the ocean over her and, if the wind was strong enough, feel the tension build in her belly, and the blood rush to her tight breasts, and her exceptionally long nipples sting with cold. And then she would have these electrical orgasms, surging like fire over her skin. But, other than the strange, pre-adolescent sexual relationship with Amber, it could be the physical story of any young girl entering puberty and finding so much changing in her body and mind. They reached her apartment. Monique turned off the car and turned in her seat. "Heather, I have never shared the power with anyone. I only met one other woman who I desired to share it with, and she refused it." "Traci." Heather thought. "Yes." Monique answered. Heather realized she had spoken her thought out loud. "I am not an evil person. But Traci somehow came to view who I am and what I am as something to fear. And there were other things. She left me. I was heartbroken." "I wonder if Traci ever knew Monique felt this way?" Heather really did think to herself this time. "Tonight, I want to share the gift with you. And someday, you can share it with Traci when she is ready." Heather was surprised to say the least. "What? We only just met! I mean. But, you say you're possessed. I mean. I don't know what to say." And was surprised to find she was fascinated to find out if the power was real. She pushed the thought away and it returned. "This is nuts. The woman is crazy." The thought slipped away and a strong desire to share the power returned. And Heather whispered, "Yes. Give me the power." She heard herself say it and fought to regain control. Monigue reached over and ran her hand behind Heather's head, filling her fingers with Heather's thick hair. She began to pull Heather's head back and Heather didn't resist. She instantly knew what was coming. And knew she should resist. And couldn't. And knew then that the power was real. Monique stroked her neck and reached down and unbuttoned her skirt and then the flat of her hand moved down Heathers hard belly under her panty waistband and two long fingers slid through the thick black hair and inside her still very wet pussy. Now kneeling on the seat, Monique leaned over and began to kiss Heather's already open mouth. And the serpent-like tongue rolled around in her mouth and then, slid deep in her throat and the fingers below penetrated and gripped her mons until Heather felt Monique practically lift her from the seat by her pubis. And the strange electricity flowed inside her and the transfer began. "Oh, God, Traci. Help me. What have I done? To me. To us?" Her thoughts flitted through her mind. The black cloud flowed into her mind and the thoughts ceased. The tongue fluttered like a trapped eel, her body shook uncontrollably and the orgasm took her. ------- Chapter 29 Heather barely remembered walking back up to her apartment. In spite of the intense sexual experience that had only just ended and the lateness of the hours, she still found herself extremely excited and in somewhat of a fog. A dream. She could still feel that long tongue sliding down her throat an impossible long distance and those magic, electric fingers sliding deep into her pussy and the sparks and shocks ripping inside her belly and cunt as they manipulated nerves she never knew she had. Her brain was still swimming from the sexual overload she had experienced, rolling and crashing from one intense orgasm to the next, almost without pause, and seemingly getting more excited by the second. An excitement that was not abating as yet. Her long nipples still stood at stiff attention under her top, pressing large thumbs of material up and out, seeking the cool air. Her thighs were still becoming wet from the excited flow almost dripping from her, running down the thick layer of hair and onto the slick surface of her inner thighs. Her chest was tight and her belly doing excited flip-flops, just as it always did the moment before an orgasm would take her. She sat. She got back up and walked. She sat again. She stood back up and ripped off the top and stood in front of the mirror. Her breasts were swollen and tight with arousal, nipples at full extension, the areolas so tight they stung and pulled the skin on the super firm mass even tighter. They screamed for attention and she savagely pulled them out and twisted them, looking for some sort of relief. A cry escaped her lips and she orgasmed immediately. Another series of hard, wrenching twists and her cunt spasmed again and her knees went weak and she slumped against the mirror and slid slowly to the floor, cumming yet a third time on the way gently down. Even in this moment of ecstasy, she knew she had never felt this way before and, as intense as sex always was for her, this was on some other level. She reached back and ripped the hair comb out and let her hair down, pulling it around and onto her chest, rubbing the rich curls into her tender, distended breasts. Her stomach flipped again and she came again. "Oh, god, what is happening to me..." A hoarse whisper lost in a gurgle of air as her breathing stopped. She rubbed harder. Her hips bucked and she came a fifth time. And a sixth. The pleasure was now becoming replaced with moments of fear, of feeling completely out of control. She staggered to her feet and went to the shower, pulling off her clothes and turning on the water, ice cold. With no hesitation, she stepped into the full force. The shock of the cold on her hot skin made her nerves scream, the last shock cutting into a building orgasm cut short by the reality of the cold pouring into her, settling her nerves, disrupting whatever feedback circuit was sending her through orgasm after orgasm. She just stood until she was satisfied her head was cleared. And the exhaustion hit her. She turned off the water only when her hands were blue with cold. And wrapped herself in a warm towel and went and fixed tea. She was moving in slow motion. The evening made no sense, even for her. Sex in a restaurant with multiple strangers. All unknown to each other, but doing things that were, well, certainly beyond the norm for most or all of them. Stories. Erotic, horny, lusty stories of pimps, underage sex, sodomy, all sending her to higher and higher levels of excitement. Her first orgasm taking forever. Floating in a sea of lust. Hot, frothy lust, her entire body frozen into some sort of slow motion arousal of an intensity that was almost beyond belief. And ending in the car... that long tongue... wild orgasms... on and on... She sagged into a chair and stared at the phone. It was 3 AM. Still, she knew she was in trouble. She had convinced herself that she could handle Monique. She was wrong. Monique had been in control from the moment she stepped through the door. How? What was it about her that let her do this? Create such sexual intensity. Such pure lust. Uncontrollable lust. She stared at the phone. Then, dialled. It rang a long time. It was late. Traci's sleepy voice finally came on. "Hello..." "It's me." "God, girl, what time is it?" There was a pause. The sleepiness was gone. "Are you all right?" "Yes. No. I don't know." She paused. "No. I saw Monique tonight." She didn't know what to expect. Yelling. Cursing. "Are you home alone?" "Yes." "You'll be OK, honey. It just takes time to settle down afterwards." No yelling. Strong. Concerned. "Oh, Traci, you said stay away. It was just dinner. I thought..." "You thought, It's a public place, what can happen?'. That's OK. I thought I could control her too. You can only stay away." "Are you mad?" "At you?" Traci laughed a bit. "No, of course not. But at her? She is in deep shit with me now, you can count on that." "Traci, did she ever..." "Fuck my brains out in a public place? Or have someone else, total strangers, do it for her? Or use that awesome tongue and fingers to get me so hot I would have exploded if she hadn't stopped? Or tell me fantastically erotic stories until I was dripping, then let strangers have me while she watched? And have me eating out of her hand for more, in spite of the fear and humiliation I felt afterward? Yes, to all of it." "What is it about her? How does she do it?" "You know, I lived with her for five years and every day, and I mean every day, was a trip through sexual fantasy lane. I don't know. But one day, I realized I was afraid of her more than I craved the fantastic sex and I left without warning. I haven't seen her since." Heather hesitated. "Do you think she's bewitched or something? There was so much she was saying that sounded like possession or something." "No, no. Forget that. It's a head job she's doing on you. Spirits passing from the old crone to you, and you passing the powers on later. It's all crap. I mean, she spins the best erotic stories I've ever heard. Completely believable, too. Makes them up on the fly and never repeats one. She would get me so hot from listening to her and imagining all this stuff in my head, I would beg her to fuck me, and then, well, eventually, she'd take care of me, one way or the other. And I kept coming back for more." "Maybe it's hypnotism. I mean, a spell. Her voice just sucks you in and then she has control." "Well, it would fit the situation. Look, take a cold shower and go to bed. Just try to avoid her as much as possible. I'll be home in a few weeks. You know, you are the only woman I've met since Monique who gives me orgasms like the ones I had with her. I'm saving them all up for when I get back. I'm going nuts for wanting you. I miss you so much." The last was so soft. Heather was crying. "Oh, I miss you too. I'll try. I'll keep real busy till you get back. Maybe find out what Terry has been up to since we got home." She wiped her eyes. "Yeah, that's it. Go find a sane lover you can trust and sleep with her. Terry would be perfect. We're practically a threesome anyway. Just save some up for me, OK? I love you." "I love you too. Good night. Thanks for not yelling." Traci laughed. "Hey, you're the one who had all the orgasms tonight. Now, go get some rest and enjoy your party tomorrow." "OK. Nite." "Goodnight." And hung up. Traci was really the most understanding person she'd ever met. Heather lay in the bed and closed her eyes. Suddenly the sun was so bright, she rolled over and found it was after eleven o'clock. The doorbell was buzzing. In a robe, she, looked through the peephole. It was an airfreight delivery guy with a big box. She signed, sliding the receipt under the door and waited till she saw the truck drive away. Then she opened the door and pulled the box into the bed room. She'd check it out later. Another shower, warm this time, shampoo and into some comfortable jeans and sweatshirt, she painted for a while. An idea was coming to her for a new series of paintings and she was working on some of the concepts, working out technical details. More and more, she knew it would work. Then, she unpacked the box and set up the contents. She cleaned everything, washed some of the items in the machine and put them back and made lunch and read the manual. Karin wanted her over there at six to help set up and she knew she was invited for the night. She decided to stay, knowing Karin would want sex, but that was OK. At least it would be sane sex. No serpent tongues or electric sparks and shocks. Just thinking briefly of the evening before had her dripping. Boy, she could see what Traci mean about wanting it again. Like a drug. Addicting. She ran errands and picked out some nice slacks and a top for the party, nothing too sexy, not wanting to look like she was trying to horn in on the group or be too flashy. Then, she sent a couple of e-mails to her cousins, who were finally due back to finish up the "missing" interviews. She was working very hard to find a way to get even with them for the practical joke they had played on her a month and a half ago. But, they weren't due for a few weeks and she had some time left to finish the details. She had just hit the enter key when the phone rang. She froze when she heard Monique's rich, sexy voice. "Hello, dear. I forgot to tell you there is a reception for new faculty at the President's house at three. Should last till maybe six. You were invited and I forgot to tell you. I want you to wear something revealing on top, skirt, not too short, no underwear. Hair up. Not too much makeup. Lots of cleavage. Nipples showing very distinctly would be perfect. We'll be next to each other in the reception line with you to my left. Do everything I tell you and you will really enjoy yourself. You know what I mean. See you there." And she rang off. "But..." Heather was left trying to stop her. She was left looking at the phone in her hand. Cripes. That would be some daring way to dress at a function like this. I mean, the President's wife was very nice and they knew each other well, but this was not going to be that kind of thing she was sure. But the thought of defying Monique seemed too daunting. But dressing so sexy at such a function on Monique's specific instructions was making her wet again. And she only had an hour to dress and get over there and not be late. And being late would not a make a good impression. She found herself in her walkin closet. She was picking out clothes without thinking. She was going. The realization made her even more excited. And she didn't know why she would do this, particularly since she knew Monique would find some way to make this some sort of sexual adventure again and she'd have no control over it. In a flash, she found a skirt with a nice pleat that came to mid thigh. Matching high heels. And a sweater top of very thin cashmere that was scooped very daringly low in the front and showed off her protruding nipples just the way Monique had described. And cleavage. That was no problem at all. She peeled off her panties, damp in the middle, slipped the things on and put her hair up quickly in a comb and ran for her car. The cool air outside, blowing between her legs as she ran reminded her she was naked underneath and she got even wetter. And very nervous. And even more excited. Frantically putting on makeup as she drove, she arrived just in the nick of time and slipped down the just forming receiving line and into place alongside Monique, who was dressed in black on black again, her signature style. Only the President's wife said anything to her as she slipped by. "My, I do believe you have the most beautiful figure on the campus, Heather." She squeezed her arm in a friendly manner. "I know who'll be the center of attraction today for the men. And a few others, I'm sure." She winked. She'd known Heather's SO since Freshman year and had never revealed it to anyone. On a campus, you had to learn to keep secrets or you couldn't have any privacy at all. She was bi-sexual herself on occasion, but had decided to leave well enough alone and not try to bed Heather. A bit too high profile. And she knew Heather and Traci were very tight and any early opportunity there might have been was long gone. Much to her disappointment. She usually waited till one of the less attractive females on campus became known to her as lesbian or bi and then she'd have some teas and usually they were eating out of the palm of her hand (and a few other places) in a few short months. If she played it right, she'd have a steady alternative to her husband for four years. And her last lover had graduated in the Fall and she was on the outlook. She continued to admire Heather's retreating form and then took her place at the head of the line next to her husband. The line finished forming. Heather and Monique were about three quarters of the way down the long line as the first quest began to move down the line. Monique finally spoke. "The outfit is perfect." At least her voice was low and next to Heather's ear so no one else could hear. "Now, my little sex pot, spread your legs slightly." Monique wasn't even looking at Heather, if anyone had looked. Heather did as she was told. And was surprised to find Monique's left hand on the small of her back. With no one else looking, the hand quickly gathered up the back of Heather's skirt and the cool fingers slipped onto her ass and the skirt fell around her hand, leaving no indication in front that anything was amiss at the rear. Heather jumped. The hand moved down and the long middle finger travelled down her now open crack and the nailed tip rested on her sphincter opening. The rest of her hand now cupped her right cheek and the nails were probing the crease of her thigh where it met her ass. Surprised and a bit shocked, but helpless to stop it without making a scene, Heather immediately guessed what Monique was about to do and she was soaked with nerves and mounting excitement. She had to move away, but the quests were almost to her and she couldn't move without it being visible to everyone that Monique was feeling up her ass. At the very least! She was trapped! Just as Monique was introduced to the first quest, she pushed her long nail and finger smoothly into Heather up to the first joint. Heather's ass spasmed and her pussy tingled, as anal stimulation always got to her. They were now very close together. Too close for anyone to see where Monique's arm was. In and out, in and out. Heather was trying not to move from the sensations as the tip stroked the sensitive nerves of the opening. Monique shook hands and introduced the guest. And the next. In and out. Now it was moving in to the second joint, adding deeper internal sensations to the now pulsing sphincter. Her hips were starting to thrust back. Instinct. She felt the cool wet of her own juice running down her inside leg. She wanted to moan in the worse way. She smiled and said hello and passed another guest. Another finger went in to join the first, easing into the now loosening opening. Heather gave a little squeal deep in the back of her throat. The second finger now pressed in as far as the first and she grunted gently. Her hips moved perceptively even more in cadence. God. Ass fucked in a receiving line. She couldn't believe it. And pressed back harder. Now she wanted to cum. She closed her eyes and pushed back. She was losing her sense of where she was and her ability to maintain any semblance of normalcy. It was Monique's soft voice in her ear that pulled her back a bit. "The blond coming down the line. The sexy one who looks like she just had a big prick up her cunt. She will want to fuck you. She will be full of surprises for you. Let me introduce you." Heather glanced up the line through increasingly unfocused vision and spotted a blonde with a mop of curly blond hair. Tight, very tight knit dress, low in front, but showing off smaller breasts riding high, very wide spread. Nice face. Enormous mouth, but great teeth and a flashing smile. Dark brown eyes. Slightly long waisted with the hint of a small belly, with the muscle bands of her abdomen clearly visible as they swept down on either side of the rounded belly and down to the nether regions between her legs. The dress was very short, one that would have to be stretched out constantly to safely sit down without going naked to the waist. It was white, contrasting nicely to her very tan muscular legs. Obviously there was no way to wear underwear under a dress like that. And she probably didn't even own a bra. As she came closer. Heather snatched another quick look and the woman was smiling at her in a quick flash, her eyes then dropping to Heather's tits. Heather saw her pupils widen and she glanced away just as the woman looked back up at her. Heather's breath was coming quicker and her chest became tighter. Monique's hand was working her ass in a smooth, steady way and Heather fought to get more penetration and a quicker rhythm, but Monique denied her the pleasure. Heather moved her legs even further apart in a casual way to tighten her ass more. Another quick glance. And the man in front of the blond was now moving past and she heard Monique saying quietly, too quietly for anyone but the blond to hear over the rising din in the room, "You have an extremely erotic mouth, Lisa. A mouth made for sampling tasty morsels of all kinds, no doubt." Lisa flushed slightly and said, "Its size allows me to sample things denied to most others in life." She was flirting back without hesitation. She obviously enjoyed flirting with another woman. "Then let me introduce Heather, a woman with obvious morsels crying out for your attention. And let me say..." Monique moved away from Heather slightly and Lisa's eyes fell to the steadily flexing arm reaching over and down to Heather's ass and the now visibly raised skirt. And then to Heather's pumping hips and back up to the swollen, turgid nipples jutting against the blouse. By reflex, Lisa licked her lips as she sucked in a sudden gasp. "... that Heather is also a woman who enjoys being sampled in all ways." Monique finished. The pace and depth of the fingers in her ass increased again. Heather's body responded and she trembled. Her hips were now thrusting out quite visibly. She was close to orgasm. Monique was pacing it perfectly, taking her smoothly up to the climax, but not letting her cum until she was ready. "Very nice to meet you." Heather held out her hand in a daze. Lisa took it in both of hers and moved close. So close her sweet breath was on Heather's mouth as she spoke. "Will she let you cum?" "I... I don't know. Oh, God." Heather responded without thinking. Her head was swimming. "Can I fuck you later?" The line was pressing down, moving Lisa away like a tide. Her eyes never left Heather's. Heather groaned and finally whispered. "Yes. Oh, God. Yes." The woman next to Heather looked over at her, surprised at the suddenly loud exclamation. Lisa was gone, quickly distracting the woman's attention from Heather. Monique withdrew her fingers and dropped the skirt. Heather was breathing hard, stopped only seconds from a certain orgasm. Moments later, the reception line broke up and they moved to the other side of the room. Then, Monique moved away and began to circulate. Heather calmed down slowly and tried to get over her own amazement of what had just happened, even as she moved to the other side of the room to try to clear her head. A glass of punch and some small talk with a few professors helped as she forced herself to move around the room a bit more. And then she was alone in the corner and Lisa was suddenly coming over. Her dress was very far up her thighs, almost exposing her pussy. "My, that was exciting!" She moved right in. "Public sex always gets me so excited!. So! Tell me, did she let you cum or is she a big tease?" "No, actually. I mean about cumming." Heather found herself blushing. "Well, all the better for me I hope. God, you have fantastic tits. Are they real?" "Yes, I mean, they're natural, if that's what you mean." "I have a trick when I suck on tits. I want to show you." "Umm, that sounds interesting, but can we talk a minute? I'm still kinda surprise at, well, as what just happened." How do I get out of this, Heather was thinking. "Well, I'll tell you a little about me first then. I'm 33. Bi-sexual. Married to the guy with dark hair in the corner. He's a nice enough fella and I love him a bunch, but very straight sexually. Totally hetero. He has no idea I'm bi. He can be a bit dense, actually. But, he is a real bull in bed with super stamina and, the part I think I may have married him for, is that he cums with a flood that is absolutely amazing. A full measured cup each time! And he's good for three or four times a day." "I found out in high school that I love all the mess of sex and in particular, like the taste of cum. In fact, I had a pretty big reputation as a slut who loved to give blowjobs at every opportunity. Shocked?" Lisa was watching for a reaction and was getting one from Heather. She was surprised. Not at the slut part or her activities, but that she'd share this with a complete stranger. "And, my last slutty secret is that I LOVE all that fluid sloshing around in me. Belly, pussy, ass. Everywhere. I never flush it out. Just walk around with it oozing out all day. More than a bit disgusting, right? I'm a real cum junky, that's for sure. And I can think of nothing more exciting than to see you lick me clean." Her eyes were dancing with excitement. "Wow, Lisa, you sure are frank! Well, I'm mostly lesbian, I guess. Not totally though. I just met Monique this week and she has me doing things I can't believe. Like the receiving line thing just now. I'm very sexual most of the time and pretty willing to try anything I guess. Within reason. I orgasm very easily and wear most partners out. I don't think I've ever tasted cum, I mean a man's. That I know of anyway, I guess." "Well, Dan's cum is really sweet. You're gonna love it. And there's a ton to lick up, cause we've been in the sack three times today and all of it's still up my pussy. Most of it, anyway. Let's find a bedroom. I really need to do this, oh, gosh, I'm excited." "But Lisa, we'll get caught! It's too risky, here. Let's wait. Maybe another time." Not that Heather really wanted to wait. As much as she wanted to find a way out, she found herself fantasying about doing this new sexual thing and found herself wanting to try it. She was a bit carried away by Lisa's enthusiasm. And her own pussy was still dripping. Lisa's talk was getting her really turned on again. Lisa took her arm and they began working over toward a staircase in the outside hall. The President's wife saw them moving through the crowd and intercepted them at the doorway to the hall. Heather felt embarrassed. "Third door on the left upstairs. Be sure to lock the door. You can leave by the back stairs later." Heather looked completely surprised. They were busted. But, this wasn't turning out the way she would have expected! She smiled. "Obvious where you two are headed. Have fun. Your secret's safe with me." She patted Heather's hand and Lisa pulled her away and up the stairs. In the room, Lisa simply kicked off her shoes and pulled the dress over her head and she was naked. She turned and faced Heather and began to unbutton Heather's blouse. Heather's nipples were rock hard as Lisa began to rub them and tweak them. Heather moaned. Heather's skirt fell to the floor in seconds and now she was naked too... "Come on honey, suck my pussy dry." Lisa pulled Heather onto the bed, with Lisa on her back. She put her legs on Heather's shoulders and slid her heels down to the small of Heather's back. Her pussy was wide open to Heather, the lips swollen with excitement. The watery lubrication was mixed with a thick white strand of cum oozing from her cunt. Heather leaned down and touched the mixture with her tongue and tasted. Salty. Much heavier than a woman's taste. And a strong after taste. She took a bit of cum on her tongue and swallowed. Lisa hissed "Suck me dry, bitch, make me cum. Eat me, God, eat me." Heather scooped up the white cum and swallowed. More appeared at the opening. She began to lap it up, running her tongue into Lisa and up and over her clit on each pass. Lisa was twitching and moaning. "Suck. Suck. God. Suck me bitch. Suck me like a man. Eat my cum." She ran the heel of her hand down onto the flat of her belly and pressed down on the swollen bulge. A spurt of cum squirted from her pussy into Heather's mouth. In seconds, she repeated the sequence, squeezing her clit between two fingers as she pumped cum out of her vagina into Heather's mouth. Heather was swallowing as fast as she could. Lisa began to orgasm, shoving her pussy into Heather's mouth, her hips bucking and thrashing up and down spasmodically. More cum appeared. Heather swallowed. Over the next thirty minutes, Heather licked and sucked and Lisa came again and again. At long last, the resevour of cum was gone and Lisa lay back soaked in sweat, exhausted. Heather was very excited, but has a bit tired as well for a moment, as she was feeling stuffed from all the cum she had just swallowed. Now her own belly was a bit rounded. At least she imagined it was. Lisa pulled her up and began to lick her right nipple, then pulled the nipple and areola into her mouth. She began to suck harder and harder and the breast began to go further and further into Lisa's mouth. The very firm flesh was compressed almost to a painful extent, but the nipple was moving to the back of Lisa's mouth and then down the throat as Lisa pulled the entire breast into her huge mouth, her lips now pressed around its base and against Heather's rib cage. She began to swallow. The motion stretched the nipple out and pulled it down, shooting sparks through Heather's cunt. Again and again. Heather was moaning. And then, she came, humping against Lisa's belly as the nipple orgasm shook her. Lisa relaxed her sucking and Heather lifted up slowly and the breast pulled free. Heather rolled on her side and lay next to Lisa, both of them breathing hard. "Wow. That's some trick." Was all Heather could say. "Well, what do you think of cum sucking?" "There sure was a lot of it! You weren't kidding. I felt really dirty and excited, sucking it out of you like that." Lisa raised herself up on one arm and looked down at her. "I'm so glad we met on my first day here. Hey, want to come over tomorrow and hide in the closet? I'll get Todd to fuck me just before he goes to class and you can fuck me as soon as he leaves!" "Well, I have a full schedule. So I don't think that would work. And, I do have a girlfriend, so I'm not sure we can do anything other than an occasional fling, OK?" Lisa looked disappointed. "Well, OK, I don't want to cause you a problem." She licked Heather's breast. "God, you've got about the best tits I've ever seen. Beautiful." She licked harder. Heather pulled her down and the rolled into a 69 and another hour passed. Then, they dressed and slipped out the back. They were the last to leave the house. ------- As Heather was driving along on the short trip back to her apartment, she realized she not only wasn't mad, confused or scared, but that she had actually enjoyed the entire afternoon's activities and was wondering what other little things Monique would think up for her to do. And was hoping it wouldn't be too long. What a change from this morning. Instead of keeping away from Monique, she wondered when there might be another opportunity. Sooner, not later! Slipping on jeans and a bra and blouse, she threw her things into an overnight case and was just about to leave when the phone rang. "You enjoyed yourself, no?" It was Monique. Heather tingled. "Yes, as you already know, it seems. What slutty thing are you going to think up next for me to do?" It was more an half question. Monique laughed gently. "Oh, do not fear, I will give you much pleasure. As much and more than you can imagine. But tonight, you go to your party?" "Yes, I was just on my way." "Then you must try out your new gift tonight and practice." "I don't understand. What gift?" "You are like me now. Use your power. Enjoy it. You will find it more exciting that even the little things I do for you. Good night." And she rung off. Power? She didn't feel like she had power. Like her? I can't tell a story worth a damn, so that's out. What else does she do? Simply order me to have sex when she wants. But, I don't know how someone else would react to me just telling them to let me fuck them, or have someone else fuck them on my commands. She kept running the thing through her mind as she drove to Karin's and finally gave up on it. She'd have to get Monique to be more specific the next time they saw each other. Which she was hoping was soon. Karin glowed as she opened the door and saw the overnight case in Heather's hand. The party definitely wouldn't end when the guests left. "Hi!" "Hi! Wow, the place looks great! How many people are coming? Oh, five maybe six couples. And I have bad news. The date I lined up for you cancelled. Sorry." She wasn't, actually. And Heather suddenly remembered the blind date and realized that with all the nonsense with Monique the last few days, she had forgotten about it completely. "Oh, that's no problem. Gives us more time together, actually." Which was just what Karin wanted to hear and she smiled again. "Great, my thinking exactly. I'll get my guy to head home and then we can, well, you know." "Yeah, absolutely, babe." Heather gave her a big hug and realized how much she had missed Karin's hips. Best hips in town, for sure. She ran her hands down over them and cupped the solid ass cheeks. Karin's mons pressed into Heather and Heather felt her hump her and give a gasp. "Hey, that's... we... please wait. We only have a little time." "OK. We'll wait." Heather gave her another bump and they both laughed and then started to put out the snacks and set up the bar. There was a quarter keg of beer that neither knew how to tap, so they decided to let the guys do it when they came. The first guest was a surprise. A very pretty blue eyed blond, short hair, nice figure. Alone. "Oh, Alice. I didn't know you were coming. Come on in." Karin's tone made it clear she hadn't really invited her and was being polite. "Look, I know I'm crashing. I just got lonely. Let me stay for a bit and then I'll leave. I'll behave, I promise." "Sure, OK. I guess." Karin introduced them. "Can I help setup?" Alice was trying to get on Karin's good side. At least she was being a good guest. "Yeah. Hey. Do you know how to tap a keg?" "Sure. My dad taught me." She busied herself with the keg paraphanalia and Karin and Heather headed back into the kitchen for more stuff. "What did you mean by behave yourself' out there?" "Well..." Karin said in a low voice. "She's been known to be a big pain about hitting on other girl's dates and boyfriends when she's been drinking, especially at parties. And not being shy about spreading her favours around to get what she wants. Which is apparently a quick fuck from whomever's available at the moment. I heard she screwed half a party of guys at the beach last year. I got that from my own guy, who isn't a rumour monger. I just hope she leaves. But, we go way back to grammar school and her parents know mine, and you know, it would be hard to just kick her out for nothing. I'd never hear the end of it from my mom, you know?" They had filled the last bowls with the first set of snacks and headed back out, just as Alice finished drawing off a cup of foam and got a clear stream of beer flowing. "You've got to teach me that, Alice. Only one cup of foam. How do you do that?" Karin tried to make conversation. Heather watched Alice, a plot forming in her mind. Even she was surprised at what she was thinking. And how strong the urge was to somehow take control of the evening's "entertainment", so to speak. "I'll show you later." "OK." Karin headed back for another armload. This time, Heather held back and walked over to Alice. "Want to have some fun tonight, Alice?" "Sure, what kind of fun? I'm always up for a good time, if you know what I mean. Although, Karin is just being polite about letting me stay. I'm sure she's already told you I'm always chasing the guys." Heather ignored Alice's fishing for information. "Oh, you know, a sex game, maybe?" She said it in a low conspiritual voice so it was clear to Alice that Karin wasn't in on the deal, whatever it was. Alice hesitated. "A sex game? Like what?" She felt she liked Karin's new friend already. She sure was pretty. And sexy too, with a fantastic body. She always found herself looking at other girls bodies and fighting the attraction. She was just too scared to try it. Or find out maybe she was gay. "You fuck all the men here tonight without any of the women finding out what's going on, and I'll fuck you last." Even as she was saying it, Heather wondered how she knew for a certainty that Alice wanted to try sex with a woman. But she knew and her tone clearly said she knew. Alice looked confused, a bit stunned, excited and interested, somehow all at the same time. Her knees were a bit weak. "There's no way to do that. I mean, this is a small place, and they'll all know I'm here, and..." She couldn't believe she didn't just say no. Instead, she was rationalizing it, finding reasons it couldn't work. And even as she was talking, she realized she wanted somehow to find a way for it to work. And she'd get to sleep with this darkhaired beauty with the fantastic tits. Heather held up her hand and Alice stopped. They both realized she had just said yes! Heather set to explaining without acknowledging Alice's indirect agreement to play. "You can use Karin's small extra bedroom. You know, the one back around the corner from the bathroom. No one can see anyone go in or out and if they are seen, they look like they're trying to go or just coming from the john. You go back now and I'll tell Karin you felt sick and went to lay down for a while. I gave you pills to feel better. Then I'll tell her after a bit that you're asleep and we'll just leave you alone. That get's you out of Karin's hair as far as she's concerned. Now, my part will be to set up and send the guys back one at a time. After the last, if we have pulled it off (Alice grinned at the pun), I'll slip back to finish off your evening. You do want me to come back and fuck you, don't you?" Heather was the bait. Alice gulped, but silently nodded affirmative. It was brazen. Ridiculous. Alice never blinked an eye at screwing all the guys. The thought of Heather doing it with her was enough for her to risk it. "You think you can make this work?" She was breathless with excitement. "Sure. I can handle my end. Now, be quick back there. No long drawn out fucks. No noise. If you blow your cover, your little treat is off. And, no cleaning up in between, you know. I'll clean you up good. With my tongue." She made it sound wicked. And it was. Her sudden and unexpected introduction to semen licking and swallowing had invoked a very strong desire in her to do it again and often. Alice blinked. "Go now?" "Right. I'll cover for you. Turn out the light. Be quiet. Get naked after you hear the guests come. Give me an hour for the party to warm up and me to get to know them enough to not get the girls nervous if I have a short chat with their date with them not around. Can you do that?" "Yes. An hour. This is crazy." But she headed for the back bedroom and disappeared. "Hey, where's Alice?" Karin looked around as she came back in the room. Heather reached out and took a few things from her bulging arms and helped set them out. "Actually, she was complaining of severe cramps and headache and dizziness, so I suggested she take a nap. I hope you don't mind. I have her a pill to help. Maybe a short nap will help her get over it." "Why didn't she just go home?" Karin headed for the back bedroom. Heather calmly called after her. "I think she was nervous about driving, you know. Well, she'll get over it and leave later. She's in the back room and no one need even know she's here. So that solves your little problem about her hitting on guys, you know?" Karin stopped and considered Heather's comments. "Well, I guess it's OK. But, I hope she leaves soon." And with that, the doorbell rang and couples started arriving. And the party started. Heather was careful to keep away from the guys while the girls checked her out and tried to decide if she was a threat. She was particularly careful not to flirt or pay attention to the guys. Or the girls for that matter, since Karin and Traci had told her she flirted a lot, even when she wasn't aware of it. And after a bit, the girls decided she was safe, one at a time, and began to wander about and not keep a long leash on their dates. Heather kept busy filling treat bowls and popping in CD'S and generally trying to disappear into the woodwork. The party relaxed and began to glow a bit from the beer and wine and the talk of guests over the CD's was growing steadily in volume. Heather timed her first move perfectly when Tony was over by the chip bowl and Heather went over to refill it. She was amazed that she felt no nervousness at all. She wasted no time. "Tony, we're having a bit of a very private game here tonight. It's very secret and the game is over if anyone else finds out about the game. Want to play?" "Sure, what is it?" He was clearly intrigued and his voice dropped so no one could hear. "When the coast is clear, you have to slip down the hall, go into the rear bedroom and fuck the girl who is in there. Say nothing to her. Do not turn on the lights. And if you recognize her, you are not to let her or anyone else know. You must make it quick. When you come out, let me know you are done by coming over to me and asking me for a new bag of chips." Tony looked amazed. And totally interested. "Now? You want me to it now? And is there a prize or something?" "Well, yes, someone will get a big reward, but that's a secret. You are just helping get the prize for someone else. And, of course, you get laid. Now, as soon as you can, break away for some reason. Remember, if anyone else finds out, the game is over. So you can't tell anyone else at all." Tony's wicked grin told her it was all set. He unconsciously rubbed the rod in his pants in front of her. Heather didn't react to that, she just grinned back. Heather filled the bowl and walked away and returned to a stool in a corner where she could watch the traffic and sipped on her beer, watching Tony out of the corner of her eye. He chatted around, then downed his beer and headed down the hall toward the bathroom. Heather headed for his date and chatted her up about anything that came to her. School, work. Five minutes went by and Tony came up to them. His face was flushed. "Gosh, Heather, do you know if we have another bag of chips?" "Excuse me Eileen. Well, I'll check. You guys are really chowing down." "He has to keep up his energy, right Tony?" Eileen eyed Heather as she said it. He's mine and I take care of his needs. The message was clear. Heather went and took care of the chips and soon, had another date going back. In the next hour, four of the five guys there had screwed Alice and were back with no one noticing. Heather slipped back to the back room and nipped inside quickly. "Alice?" She whispered. The room was filled with aroma of hot sex, the wet heavy smell of semen and female emissions were unmistakable. Heather found her self wet between her legs with excitement. "Yes, Heather? Is that you. Are there more?" "One more. A tough one, I'm afraid. Karin's guy. It might take a bit longer. Still game?" Karin was over at the bed and sat on the edge. She reached out and ran her hand over Alice's belly in the very dim light from the crack in the curtains. Alice jumped in surprise. But made no move to push Heather's stroking hand away. A woman was feeling her up and she was tense with excitement. A woman. And it was making her wild with excitement. "Yes." Heather stroked down into the thin hair of Alice's pussy. She was sopping. Alice gave a little moan and pushed her mons up into Heather's hand. "Have any of them given you an orgasm yet." "No" Alice could barely get it out. "Ed came close. He really fucked me hard right after Tom and he really knows how to give me a ride and I was very close." Heather stroked and ran a finger over the swollen clit. Alice gasped and groaned loudly. And gripped the pillow hard to try to keep from trembling. Heather's hand ran back over the girl's belly. Alice wanted it to go back down. "Got a nice motherload of cum for me, Alice?" "I guess so. I mean, four of them. I'm a mess." Finger me, Heather, she was thinking almost out loud. Don't make me wait for you. "Just the way I want you." She touched the bud again. Alice's hips lifted to meet the touch. And she groaned and stiffened. She was explosively close to an orgasm. "Heather, eat me now. I've wanted a girl to do that for so long." Alice couldn't believe she said it, but her lust was making her crazy. "I know. But, you must wait. Those are tonight's rules. You must be a slut for one more. Then a cum slut for me. I will make you happy." She withdrew her hand. Alice whimpered in disappointment. "Will you like me licking and sucking the cum from your pussy, Alice?" Her voice was sexy. "God, yes, oh yes." Alice's voice was a croak. Heather go up slowly and let herself out of the room when she heard no one in the hallway. And almost ran into Karin actually coming out of the bathroom! "How's our little sicky doing in there?" Karin was a bit tight and had forgotten all about Alice until she saw Heather come out of the room. "Out cold. She can leave after the party when she wakes up. That should suit everything. At least if she's sleeping, she can't be trouble." Alice slipped into the john to pee and then she rejoined the party. Karin had been hanging pretty close to her guy all night, but Heather saw a chance about fifteen minutes later and laid the game on him. He took almost ten minutes to finally go back. She keep Karin busy with the last of the treats and selecting some new music. He wasn't missed. After he reappeared, gave the signal by asking for a new tankard of beer, Heather made her way back to the back room again and locked the door. "Oh, god, Heather. I've never done this. Hurry." "You are my cum slut for tonight, don't you agree?" "Yes. Yes. I'm a cum slut. My belly is full of sloppy cum and I want you to eat me out." She was reaching for Heather. Heather said nothing. She just pushed Alice back on the mattress and bowed to her task, bringing Alice off twice explosively before she began to lick her pussy clean, sucking the thick ooze from deep in the drenched vagina. She let her tongue wander around liberally over the intensely swollen outer and inner lips of the girl's labia and the more she caressed them, the wilder Alice's hip thrusts were becoming. The girl was in ectascy and going completely out of control. Heather pushed a pillow up and Alice grabbed it and pulled it to her. Alice was thrashing around and moaning louder and louder into the pillow which she had wisely pulled over her head to muffle the sounds. She came twice more, each time groaning and gasping as her breath caught in ragged tears, and then Heather began to suck on her clit hard and the now super sensitive nub shot strong flashes of fire into Alice's brain, a sensation not quite pain, but close. Alice had lifted her legs and was almost screaming into the pillow when she came again quite unexpectedly. This last orgasm left her dizzy and a bit confused and she was moaning and moving around in random patterns as her body continued to experience pleasure in little spurts. Heather finally stopped licking and moved up and sat next to her while she calmed down. "That was out of this world." Alice breathed, holding on to Heather's arm. "You are happy with the results of tonight's game?" "Yes. I can't believe we pulled this off. And I slept with a woman. It was my first time." She wanted Heather to know. Heather already knew it, how, she didn't know. "But not the first for gang fucking at a party?" "No. When I'm drunk, I do it sometimes. I love sex." She sounded defensive, but was opening up to Heather all the same. "Before you go to your next party, you will call me and I will give you a new game to play." "What? What new game?" "A sex game, of course. You will have to follow my instructions exactly, or I will not play with you again." Even in the dim light, she could see Alice nod agreement. "Now, wait till the guests leave, tell Karin you are feeling better and leave without saying more than thanks for letting you rest till you felt better. You were a good fuck, Alice. Good night." She left her laying there. Confused. Still excited. Amazed. Scared. And already wondering what Heather might ask her to do so she could re-experience sex with her again. Monique was right. She could tell people what to do and they would do it. Heather was as amazed that it had worked as Alice was. She suddenly realized she had no idea what would have happened if she had been caught orchestrating this thing. All hell would have broken loose, probably. She slipped out and the first guests were leaving. Soon, the party broke up and Karin shooed her own guy out the door, eyeing Heather. She raised a glass of wine to Heather. "Now the REAL fun begins! For us." "Ummm. There's Alice first." Heather reminded her. She was beginning to feel pangs of guilt about setting up Karin's boyfriend to be unfaithful. She pushed them aside. "Oh." Karin remembered through her wine haze. But Alice appeared as if on cue, apologized for getting sick, thanked Karin for the bedroom to feel better, bemoaned missing the party and then she left, winking at Heather when she went out. "She looks like she feels a lot better now." Heather quipped. Heather took Karin's hand. "Come fuck me, honey. Nice and slow." Karin was ready. "Not the first one. Just do me fast. I'm so horny I'm going to explode. Then, nice and slow." Heather kept her promise and after the first, she played with Karin till morning light was coming in the windows. Her moans rose to screams on occasion as Heather drove her to orgasm after orgasm. And Karin drank from Heather's steamy pussy just as often, with Heather joining her with her own cries of delight. Then, they slept. Heather pulled Karin's firm, full hips back against her and sleep that way, in a spoon position. They were both smiling to themselves for different reasons. Heather knowing the special surprise she had for the coming weekend that she had so carefully planned. And wondering if Monique would set her up to do something else outrageously sexy and erotic, and hoping she would, and loving the feel of the curve of Karin's hip as she settled in behind her, pressing her firm breasts into the small of Karin's back. And Karin? Her pussy still tingled as it always did after intense oral sex. Karin had Heather for the night. Wasn't that enough to smile about? ------- Incomplete and Inactive ------- Posted: 2002-11-18 Last Modified: 2002-12-02 / 12:00:00 am ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------