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Heather (FF)
by Ramapo

    Warning:  The material that follows is adult in nature,
containing graphic sex descriptions.  If you are not over
18, or if such material is offensive to you, stop here and
move on to another story.




    Introduction to the Heather Series:  I started 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 quite a bit of "Heather" and her activities, but I wrote
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, 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, if you enjoy these, or could enjoy them more with
certain changes, let me know what I should put in to help
you along.  Even though I am currently writing several long
stories about a guy named Ted who wanders into a world of
mild S/M and Dom, Heather is never going to turn into a
Dominatrix, or become a serious submissive.  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 you women readers will allow for that.  And
finally, yes, I know you aren't finding 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)

HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES    PART 1
   BY "RAMAPO"

    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 shape.
    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 on the
opposite side 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.  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.  It hit like 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!
    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 never quite mastered makeup
until college when a roommate, Betty, who was a genus at it
showed her how to select what was right for her and how to
put it on.
    Her friend, 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 realized 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."
    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 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 the length of it
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.
    Heather's thoughts turned back to Janet, who would be
along soon.  She was already wet with anticipation.

(To be continued.....)


HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES    PART 2
   BY "RAMAPO"

    (ED Note:  Before you ask, "What happened to Janet
coming over to Heather's place?" Damned if I know.  That's
what a long overseas flight will do for your concentration
while writing.  There really isn't a damn plot to this
thing, after all...)

    Heather continued a quiet life, with some VERY limited
dating for appearances, she guessed, but basically,
satisfying herself when need be.
    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 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
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
girls 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 girls 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, the
experience 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 notice 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.

(To be continued..)

HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES    PART 3
   BY "RAMAPO"


    Junior 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 it sexually if would probably be a non-starter.  She
certainly didn't have any expectations of anything but a few
days 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.  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 her 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.

    (Ed Note:  Well, this is where Janet went!  Well, tune
in to the next edition to find out what!  I haven't read
ahead too far, so I don't know yet either!)

(To Be Continued...)


HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES    PART 4
   BY "RAMAPO"



     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 (Ed: Ah Ha!  Janet is BACK) 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. She 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 it with the perfume. 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
enviting 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 hear 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 wonder
what it felt like to Heather to have them 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 please 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 for 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 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 honey 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 Janet.  He mouth was open and
her breath was 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
rythum.
     "It wants to go in me.  It's got a mind of it's 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 moved
     "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 bed.
     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 minuets 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.

(To be continued)


HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES    PART 5
   BY "RAMAPO"


    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, maybe
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.

(To Be Continued..)

HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES    PART 6
   BY "RAMAPO"


     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.

(To Be Continued..)

HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES    PART 7
   BY "RAMAPO"


     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.

(To Be Continued...)

HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES    PART 8
   BY "RAMAPO"


     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.

(To Be Continued...)

HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES    PART 9
   BY "RAMAPO"


     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.

(To Be Continued...)

HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES    PART 10
   BY "RAMAPO"


    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, 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 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.

(To Be Continued..)

HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES    PART 11
   BY "RAMAPO"


     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 well 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 toucheda 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.

(To Be Continued..)

HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES    PART 12
   BY "RAMAPO"



     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.

(To Be Continued....)


HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES    PART 13
   BY "RAMAPO"
     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.
 
(To Be Continued...)

HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES    PART 14
   BY "RAMAPO"


     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 they
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.

(To Be Continued...)

HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES    PART 15
   BY "RAMAPO"


     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.

(To Be Continued) 

HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES    PART 16  
   BY "RAMAPO"  
  
  
     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.  
  
(To Be Continued..)  
  
HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES    PART 17a
   BY "RAMAPO"


     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,
unpainted large 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 closed
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
here one way or the other, just be understanding that not all
people are automatically one was 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 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
off Karen 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 on Heather 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 left leg over her shoulder and
began to lick the sopping quim 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
Paul'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.
     Parking the truck in the garage, they gave each other a
big, wet French kiss, finally stopping when both became
breathless.

(To Be Continued...)

HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES    PART 17b
   BY "RAMAPO"


     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 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 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 the and 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 probing 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 take in 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, 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 and slowly, 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, we a little older than the rest and the rest
of the room watched them out of the corner's of their eyes. 
These were clearly the boss and a client.  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.
     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
very plush, 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 to 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 flush 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 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, 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.

(To Be Continued)

HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES    PART 17c
   BY "RAMAPO"


     As another minute went by, everyone in the room was
squirming in their chairs, out of site 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 starring 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 eye's 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 it's 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 rithym.  "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 he 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 luburication 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 as 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 in the drawer with all the other fantastic
other sex tools.

(To Be Continued..)

HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES    PART 18
   BY "RAMAPO"


    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?  Booring!
    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 women, 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 it 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 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 mantel.
    "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 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 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 slide 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 exploring 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 heals 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 take me out 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.

(To Be Continued...)
 
    HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES PART 19A  BY "RAMAPO"


    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.

  (To be continued)

    HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES PART 19B  BY "RAMAPO"


    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&amp;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&amp;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.

 (To be continued)

    HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES PART 19C  BY "RAMAPO"

    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.

End Part 19C and Part 19

(To be continued...at some point)

    See the introduction to the Heather series at the beginning
of Part 1.  However, all parts can be enjoyed more or less on
their own.  Post comments to alt.sex.stories.d or e-mail me at
the anon id.  My special thanks to "M" for her suggestion of many
of the elements in part 20, especially the use of the pool scene,
taken directly from her personal experience.  As a male, the
female/female sequences have been produced up till now from pure
projection and imagination.  One kind female commentator
suggested I must have been a female in a prior life!  I easily
understand that a woman can certainly understand, respond to, and
give stimulation to another woman on many levels simultaneously
easier than most men.  I have been through periods with my spouse
where I never pick up on any cues at all, much less subtle ones.
Heather, however (and bless her heart!), gives off sexual cues
like a beacon on a dark night and everyone gets wet when she
turns her attention to them for even a moment.  So, she (meaning
me, the author) hasn't had to deal with that issue.

    But, enough of this blather!.  Heather is now about to go on
another adventure or two, so hang onto...or gently begin
fingering...  you get the idea.

HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES    PART 20
   BY "RAMAPO"


     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?

    (To Be Continued....)

HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES    PART 21A
   BY "RAMAPO"


    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.

 (To be continued)

HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES    PART 21B
   BY "RAMAPO"


    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.

End Part 21B

(To Be Continued....)

HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES    PART 22A
   BY "RAMAPO"


     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.

 (To be continued)

HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES    PART 22B
   BY "RAMAPO"


    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!

End Part 22B and Part 22

(To Be Continued....)

The Adventures of Heather, Part 23A
    By "RAMAPO"


    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 the moment that Karin stepped forward to leave,
just a half-step too fast, running 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 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.

End Part 23A 

The Adventures of Heather, Part 23B
    By "RAMAPO"


    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.
A miniture Mt. Everest 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."

End Part 23B (A-E)

The Adventures of Heather, Part 23C
    By "RAMAPO"

    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."

End Part 23C (A-E)

The Adventures of Heather, Part 23D
    By "RAMAPO"

    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 mastrubated
and lusted after.  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 arrousal 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 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.

End Part 23D

The Adventures of Heather, Part 23E
    By "RAMAPO"


    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 that 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
painties, 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!


End Part 23

    (To Be Continued.......)

Author's Note:  I have a nice new plot for Part 24 that is a
direct follow-on to Part 23.  But, any readers with suggestions
as to who, how, and when Heather should get laid by her female
(and maybe male) friends will be seriously considered.  Any mail
should go to my anon ID or A.S.S.D.  As always, things taken from
actual experience seem to make an enormous difference in my
ability to make these tales ring "true" to the females out there,
so anyone willing to share?  All contributors will have their
ID's, etc safeguarded.


The Adventures of Heather, Part 24
    By "RAMAPO"


     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 as 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 side and let it
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.



The Adventures of Heather, Part 25A (A-C)
    By "RAMAPO"



     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.

The Adventures of Heather, Part 25B (A-C)
    By "RAMAPO"


     "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 herself 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.

The Adventures of Heather, Part 25C (A-C)
    By "RAMAPO"



     "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.


The Adventures of Heather, Part 26A (A-C)
    By "RAMAPO"


     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
Moulton 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 on, 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.


End Part 26A (A-C)


The Adventures of Heather, Part 26B (A-C)
    By "RAMAPO"



     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! &lt;g&gt;  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.  Not 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 an awsome display.
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.
And her daring in feeling her up in the crowded room 
electrified her.
     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."

End Part 26B (A-C)

The Adventures of Heather, Part 26C (A-C)
    By "RAMAPO"



     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 keep 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 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 as 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 you 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.  It's
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 to 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
Heathers 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.

