The morning dawned bright and sunny with a brisk breeze from the North, a
complete change from the gale the night before.  The crowd at the gallery had
been large and very interested in Heather's work.  She found herself in high
demand throughout the evening and when they finally closed up and headed back to
the hotel, she realized she was exhausted.  In spite of Traci's gentle attempts
to arouse her for a late night lovemaking session, for once her body refused to
respond and she drifted off to sleep in moments. Traci, frustrated at not having
enough time alone with Heather over the last few weeks had found her own needs
going unsatisfied and in the darkened room, frustrated and tired, she began to
weep into her pillow.  She knew she was exhausted from the strain of the trip and
taking care of all the business arrangements with the gallery.  And then there
was the unexpected complications of Barbara and the dinner party.  And now yet
another late night had taken its toll and pushed her over the edge.  She hated
feeling weepy like this and tried to push it down.  The harder she fought it, the
more the tears came. She suddenly felt a gentle hand on her shoulder. It was
Sherry, just out from the bathroom. "Are you OK?"  Sherry's pretty face looked
concerned. Traci wiped away a tear and tried to smile.  "Just too tired I guess. 
I'm fine." Sherry sat on the side of the bed and rubbed Traci's arm.  Traci knew
immediately Sherry was inviting her to her bed.  Tired or not, the tension in her
belly immediately rose and she suddenly realized just how horny she was.  God,
they say the men are always ready to go.  Maybe this is what it's like for men. 
Hormones driving you do it.  Anywhere.  Anytime. With anybody.  Sherry looked so
beautiful and erotic in the dim light, her blond hair spilling down one side of
her head and over her breast and on to her waist. But Sherry wasn't just anybody.
 Traci had grown to like her more than just a little over the last few days and
found her an exciting, erotic creature to be around.  Her freshly washed hair
smelled wonderful as the aroma of her shampoo settled around them. "You and
Heather aren't getting enough time alone with me around.  Maybe I should go home
tomorrow and leave you two to...well, alone for a bit." "No!  Oh, no.  I mean,
please don't go.  We act like a couple of nuts around each other and maybe we're
a bit too much at times.  I should be able to spend some time without....well,
without sex and not get all weepy."  She picked up a tissue from the nightstand
and dried her eyes.  She noticed that Sherry's hand had not left her arm, but
continued to gently stroke it. "I understand.  Really.  And, I mean, sex with
Heather is so intense."  She paused.  "I'm sorry, she's your lover and I
shouldn't....."  Sherry stopped. "No.  It's OK.  You're right.  We're like
animals together.  It scares me sometimes just how intense sex with her can get. 
Like it's a battle or something. The orgasms are, well, earth shaking is a
cliche, but it really does fit.  Half the time I feel like the top of my head
will blow off.  She's made me dizzy and breathless so many time's I've lost
count."  Sherry stopped, then resumed stroking her arm.  The backs of her
fingernails were now strategically positioned so that they were also stroking the
side of Traci's breast.  Traci looked down and watched the red nails slide along
her full, heavy tit.  The nipple tightened harder and harder and ached.  Sherry
made her move and cupped the hard nipple in the palm of her hand and pressed the
full flesh down and cause a wave of heat to flow across Traci's front.  Traci's
now racing hormones took control of her and her pussy tingled with anticipation. 
Her need gave her a surge of energy. "Not here," she whispered.  Traci swung her
legs over the side of the bed and Sherry moved ahead of her to the other bed,
reaching down and pulling her nighty over her head in a quick motion.  She turned
and faced Traci as she approached. Sherry reached out and slowly slipped the
straps off Traci's shoulders and the nighty dropped, held up only by the swollen
nipples on the ends of the heavy, rippling breasts.  She stroked the sides and
tops to the bulging flesh and Traci shivered. "I wish I had big tits."  She
slipped the nighty off the nipples and it fell to Traci's hips momentarily and
then on to the floor.  Traci felt the sexual tension between her legs soar.  She
was very wet already with anticipation what was to come.  She realized she felt
as relaxed with Sherry as with Heather when they began to make love.  Her mind
was just filling with erotic excitement to match her body's reactions to Sherry's
advances. "Your's are beautiful."  Sherry murmured as she stroked and lifted them
heavily in her hands.  Traci felt her knees go weak.  Sherry was rolling the
nipples expertly and sparks shot between her legs. "I always wanted to be big and
really fill a blouse to overflowing.  Bounce and look heavy and sexy. Have long
sensitive nipples that were always hard under a sweater.  The kind men drool over
and other women are jealous of."  She began to squeeze the rigid nipples harder. 
Traci gave a whimper. Sherry moved closer and slipped a hand up behind Traci's
neck and pulled her mouth onto Traci's.  Her hot tongue slid inside Traci's now
open mouth and their tongues met in a slow, erotic dance of saliva and tender
bites. Even as she kissed Traci, her mind wandered for a second to the enormous
inflated breasts of the women they had drugged and raped at the party.  Her pussy
went totally wet at the thought of getting her own huge tits.  They had felt so
good in her hands and while she sucked them.  Heavy and solid. Tight.  And big. 
Really big.  Eye popping big. Shivers were racing up and down her spine at the
mental image of such big boobs hanging out in front of her, the weight of them
pulling on her shoulders and chest. Sherry kept up the careful rubbing of the
extended nipple and slid a thigh between Traci's legs, cocking it up until at
last she could feel the red hot, slippery cunt begin to slide along the top,
leaving a trail of lubrication as she worked it slowly in and out.  The clit
began to fill and go stiff, poking out from its hood just a bit. She knew Traci
must be very horny after all this time with so little sex with Heather and she
took advantage of it.  Heather had told her how physical they were all the time. 
Sherry was also blessed with a very high sex drive, but she suspected Heather and
Traci's activities would leave her behind over the long run.  One thing she knew
was that Heather was completely out of her league in terms of sex.  She was often
exhausted from sex with Heather, only finding her eager for more, like it was
only a warm-up or something. Traci was now in Sherry's control and gave herself
to her.  Her horniness had raised her arousal to extreme heights very quickly and
she now leaned into the slow fuck going on between her legs, opening her legs
wide and giving the thin thigh full and easy access to her inflamed pussy.  Her
orgasm was rapidly approaching in spite of Sherry's relaxed, slow thrusts. "I'm
going to cum, honey."  Traci said with a very shaky voice. "Already?  Go for it. 
We've got all night." Sherry felt pleased at how well she was pleasuring Traci as
she moved her thigh away and slid her hand down over Traci's flat stomach and two
experienced fingers buried themselves in Traci's now totally open twat.  The tip
of one found Traci's g-spot and Traci's pussy pulsed with fire. "OH!"  Traci
cried into Sherry's ear.  "Now.  I'm going.........Ahh.  Ahhh.  Ungh. 
Ahhnnmmmmm." The gasp and shudder signalled her rapid release as Sherry continued
to pump fingers in and out. Finally, Sherry guided Traci on to her bed and lay
down beside her, stroking her breasts with the fluid from her own cunt, dipping
her fingers over and over in Traci's copious flow.  Both these women got
unusually wet during sex.  Sherry loved it. Traci sighed.  "I needed that. 
Ummmmmm.  That's nice."  She was still floating on the sensations and coming down
very slowly. Now a third finger joined the first two and Traci was opened a bit
wider.  "Oh, god.  That's good.  Long fingers.  Fuck me."  Her hips lifted to
meet the plunging fingers.  A fourth finger joined in and Traci gasped with
pleasure. The cone of fingers pumped steadily.  Traci's hips joined the rhythm
and she began to groan.  Sherry leaned down and pulled as much of Traci's more
than ample left tit into her mouth and sucked harder and harder.  The nipple
stung and gave off sparks of electric across Traci's now brightly blushing chest.
On her knees now, next to Traci's humping figure, Traci's legs wide open and the
knees slightly raised, Sherry cupped her fingers carefully together and slid her
hand into Traci's now  stretched pussy, fisting her. Whatever sudden nervousness
Traci might have felt as she realized she was about to be fisted for the first
time in her life was blown away by the intense feeling of fullness she now felt.
The pressure was exploding nerve endings deep inside her in a way she had never
experienced before.  Her internal organs were pushed out of the way and her
tingling clit practically exploded out of its now tightly stretched hood. In. 
Out.  In.  Out.  In.  Out.  Faster and faster, the fist pumped her and she tried
to follow the rhythm and driffed out of control.  An arm slammed down onto the
bed and still she didn't come. InOutInOutInOutInOut.
Slick.Slick.Slick.Slick.Slick.  Her wetness made soft sucking sounds as the fist
pressed further and further up into her and now only Sherry's thinner wrist was
to be seen pumping in and out. The ball of her fist was now buried in the honey
pot.   Deeper it went. Slick.Slick.Slick.Slick. Traci was breathless.
"On.......my......god........god.........god.....no......oh.....ahhhh. Ohhhhh.   
God.....shit....oh.     Oh. OH!"  Her orgasm stunned her.  Literally stunned her.
Her vagina clamped down on the trusting arm but couldn't stop it.  Her head was
pressed down so hard into the mattress that her back lifted clear of the bed, her
body lifting has her trembling legs dug in at the heels and her pussy thrust out
at Sherry's wonderful and overwhelming assault on her hole.
Slick.Slick.Slick.Slick.Slick.     Sherry's arm was disappearing to an incredible
depth.  Fisting was one thing Sherry loved and loved to do.  Especially to
fisting virgins.  They went crazy once they relaxed and let it happen. Then, 
finally, she slowed the tempo and Traci, still twitching and trembling, lowered
to the bed. Sherry left her fist and arm deep inside Traci.  Left it there until
Traci realized just how deep she was inside her.  Could feel the new pressure and
sensations so deep inside.  Traci moaned. "My god, girl.  Are you still in me? 
She raised her head and could see over half of Sherry's forearm was inside.  "Oh,
wow! Unbelievable!"  Never in a million years would she have believed she could
absorb that much.  She fell back, trembling. Sherry began a very slow retreat. 
Traci shuddered.  Her hips twitched over and over as the outraged nerves cried
out from the sudden absence of pressure.  And then the balled fist reached the
stretched opening and Sherry let it stretch the lips of the vagina till they were
tight as a drum and Traci's clit stood straight up out of its hood.  She leaned
over and began to lick the tender bud and Traci whimpered. "No.  No.  Too
Sensitive.  Damn you.  Stop.  Stop! Oh.  Shit."  It hurt a bit at first as the
oversensitive clit sent fire up her loins.  Then, hot fire replaced the pain and
she felt her belly grow tense yet again.  In only seconds she was racing to a
third orgasm.  The over-stretched entrance between her legs was shooting sparks
to join in the fury of the wave of heat spreading up her body, across her chest.
Her body was sweating heavily and her body was glistening in the dim light of the
room.  And then she stopped breathing and came in a wild shudder that left her
trembling violently on the bed.  A fist buried in her twat, her clit clenched
between two sparkling white teeth and red lips, stretched out to its full length.
In her mind she could see what Sherry was doing to her.

Darkness appeared at the edge of her still exploding mind, and finally, slowly,
it closed in on the fire and overwhelmed it.  Still trembling, total relaxation
washed over her and she slept. Sherry removed her fist very, very carefully and
licked off her hand.  The woman was delicious.  Somehow she had known that Traci
needed someone to make very violent love to her and leave her exhausted so she'd
sleep.  At least, Sherry was sure SHE wanted to violently make love to somebody.
It had left her horny as hell, but soon she slipped a finger between her legs and
began to stroke the inflamed lips of her own pussy.  She glanced over at Heather,
still snoring lightly and decided she wouldn't wake her up.  Another finger
disappeared inside, then a third and she bent her head back and closed her eyes. 
The first orgasm left her horny for many more. One thing she knew well was how to
do was give pleasure to herself and for the next hour, she worked her body out
until it was too exhausted to continue. As she fingered herself to orgasm after
orgasm, she dreamed of oversized inflated breasts hanging from her frame, their
out thrust weight and hard nipples turning heads as she walked.  Of mouths hot on
her nipples and hands holding the bulging flesh. Of the felling of a snug lace
bra fighting to control the bounce as she walked.  It was such a turn on she
rolled from orgasm to orgasm in a steady pattern for a long time.   She finally
tossed a pillow and some blankets on the sofa in the room and slept.  It would
have been too hard to explain Traci in her bed and their gentle Heather was now
raising the roof with her snores.  She drifted off to sleep wondering at her
new/old fantasy.  How much would it cost?  How long does it take?  Does it hurt?
Finally, her hands mentally fondling her enlarged globes, she slept.

The ringing phone finally roused Heather, who chatted for a few minutes with
Barbara and then rung off.  Heather headed for the bathroom and when she
returned, she surveyed the two women, still out cold. She was glad Traci was
finally getting some rest.  She had been so bitchy the last two days.  And even
knowing it was just because Traci was tired didn't make it any easier to be
around her.  Sherry was on her side, a hand between her legs, sleeping as well.
Heather slipped on some jeans and a top, pulled her long, thick dark hair up into
a quick bun and went down and got a paper and a couple of rolls, some coffee and
returned to the room with full hands.  The sound of a flushing toilet as she
walked in told her someone was up. It was Sherry, appearing out of the bathroom
as she spread the paper on the floor. "Ummm!  Can I have one?"  She scarfed up a
donut before Heather could reply and wolfed it down. "Hey!  Call room service!" 
Sherry made a grab at the other donut, but Heather held her off and they both
laughed. "OK!  OK!"  She called room service and ordered a complete breakfast.
"Me, too."  It was Traci mumbling from bed. "What?" "Me, too.  Breakfast. 
Whatever you're having." "Make that two of everything and a big pot of coffee. 
Room 617.  Thanks." Sherry hung up.  "Twenty minutes." Traci swung her long legs
over the edge of the bed a bit gingerly.  Sherry guessed she was sore from the
night's activities.  "You OK?" "Nothing that a good massage later won't fix." 
She gave her a wry grin. "Pulled muscle?"  Heather ventured. "Something like
that.  An unusual workout, anyway."  Traci stood up carefully and walked slowly
to the bathroom. "Wonder what she did to herself?"  Heather mused. "Well, she'll
kill me if I tell you." "OK, that does it.  Now you HAVE to tell me." "You'll be
real mad at me too." "Out with it.  What's going on?"  Heather realized all of a
sudden it was a sex thing. Sherry hesitated, then said softly.  "I fisted her
last night." "What?  You did?  She let you?  Well, I'll be damned!  I've asked
her a dozen times if she wanted me to do it to her and she was always too scared
to try it.  How did you get her to agree?" "Actually, we didn't discuss it.  I
just did it." Sherry waited for the reaction.  She didn't get it.  At least, no
the one she expected. "Well, I should have just done it to her, I guess. I'm too
damn polite.  Did she like it?" Sherry relaxed.  Heather was amazing.  She didn't
feel threatened at all.  "Yes.  Had a very nice bed thumping orgasm and passed
out.  Well, fell asleep. Slept till this morning.  Just now, in fact." "I won't
tell her you told me.  Don't worry. Amazing.  Damn.  I knew I should have just
done it.  I was so tempted." "Heather?  I got into a really big fantasy last
night and I can't get it out of my head, it seems." "Really?  Like what?" "Big
tits.  I want big, heavy, breasts.  Like you and Traci.  Maybe bigger."  Sherry
looked sheepish as she blurted it out. "Like the women we screwed at the dinner?"
"Yeah.  Stupid, right.  I mean.  I'm healthy and have a nice enough pair now, but
still, since I was twelve, I sometimes wanted to be a lot bigger and for some
reason, the three we did the other night showed me what they would be like.  I am
SO turned on by this all of a sudden, you can't believe it." Heather grinned. 
She had to admit Sherry would look really totally great with big jugs.  "Well,
it's expensive, to be done right.  You'd look great.  If that's what you really
want.  But you better be sure, cause going back to your natural self might be
hard to do and you could have other problems.  You've read the papers about all
the back and forth on it." "You don't think it's idiotic?" "Well, no.  But get
all the facts and consider everything.  If you do it, I'll be right there with
you the whole time." "You would do that for me?" "Of course.  And I get first
pass at you when you're ready for some action." "You are too much.  Of course you
get first pass. Speaking of which, I am so damn horny right now....." She moved
over nearer Heather. "I'd love to do you, babe, but we have got to get moving. 
Barbara called and we are invited to tea.  We have just time to pack for
tomorrow's departure, select things for the party with the stew tonight and get
out to Barbara's." Sherry looked disappointed.  She'd have to wait till tonight. 
Damn. The bathroom door opened and Traci joined them. "Hey, guess what?!  Sherry
wants big tits like us.!  She's all hot for them!"  Sherry tossed a pillow at her
playfully. "I am not!" "Hell you're not.  Look, your crotch is soaked!" Sherry
blushed a bright red.  They weren't going to make it easy if she went ahead with
this. Traci grinned, but was serious.  "Really big ones? Like the silicon honey's
at the party?  Now those were some really impressive tits on those women.  Even I
thought they were erotic babes.  Well, check it out and let us know.  We'll be
right there for you." Sherry started to cry. "What's the matter?"  They both
immediately held her and hugged her. "That's exactly what Heather just said.  You
two are so special.  I love you." "I love you too."  Heather and Traci said it
together.  They looked at each other in surprise.  They were a threesome!  A love
triangle.  Damn, how was this supposed to work? They rushed around the room
getting ready and packing.  They were on their way down to the lobby by
themselves in the elevator when Heather casually said. "So, what's this about our
blonde friend here fisting you to oblivion last night on her first try?" Traci
was immediately blusing bright red.  Sherry began to heat up. "You said......!"
"Calm down, both of you.  You were the right person to open up that door for her,
so to speak, and I wasn't for some reason.  Enjoy it?"  The last was to Traci.
"Yes.  It was incredibly intense." "I told you." "I'm sore as hell too." "You'll
get over it by tonight.  And next time you can let her put part of her arm in." 
The elevator doors opened. Traci glanced over at Sherry, who grinned and almost
broke out giggling.  "We'll see."  Traci said as they stepped into the waiting
limo Barbara had sent. Unnoticed by them, most of the lobby staff had discretely
positioned themselves by the door to see these three stunning women as they left
the hobby. The limo pulled away.


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The Adventures of Heather, Part 27B   [A-H]


The estate was as beautiful as ever and in the sun looked spectacular.  The limo
went to a side door and Barbara met them all with a big hug and kiss.  Soon they
were settled in a very large, long room on comfortable chairs and a maid brought
in tea and lots of things to snack on.  Barbara looked wonderful, her trim figure
snug in a pair to tight slacks and knit top tucked into the waistband.  Her small
pointed breasts were almost totally moulded in full view by the fabric. "Nice
sweater Barb.  Trolling for the help?" Barbara looked down and smiled.  "Just for
you girls.  Honest.  Too risky being caught looking like this in the papers.  I'd
never live it down.  I'm glad you like it."  She had already turned a couple of
heads of the staff this morning, but she had pretended not to notice. "Don't
blame us if you end up with some teeth marks and saliva stains all over those
delicious nipples before we leave." "Ummmm.  Sounds serious!  Maybe I'm gone too
far!" They all laughed and sipped on their tea. "Damn.  Where is Elizabeth?" 
Barbara looked over her shoulder down the long room toward the doors at the end.
"Elizabeth?" "My personal secretary.  Well, we are the dearest friends as well. 
I've invited her to go tonight, if she wants.  I hope you don't mind a fifth. 
I've shared a bit of our adventure from the other night with her and I don't
think she approves a bit.  She's very overprotective of me, I'm afraid.  And a
bit stand-offish with strangers.  I do believe she thinks I've gone over the edge
for sure." Traci looked over at Heather. "Barbara, speaking of nice tits.  We
were just having a conversation on that very subject on our way down here." "Oh,
really.  Anybody's in particular?"  She glanced at Heather's pair. "Yes,
actually, Sherry here is seriously considering major enhancement surgery." "You
want really big ones?  Like the bimbos from the party?  The kind my husband seems
to be obsessed with?" Sherry nodded.  And blushed! Barbara didn't poke fun,
continuing, "Well, if those women weren't screwing my husband, I could be more
objective, I'm afraid.  But I do have to admit that they all have fantastic
shapes.  It's frightfully expensive, you know.  I mean, to have them done that
big and have it come out right." "It is?  I was afraid of that.  How much?" 
Sherry looked crestfallen. "Ummmm.  I can get Elizabeth to pull the bills. Many
thousands.  Stirling.  Can you believe I have to pay the bills for him?  At first
I didn't know what it was for.  God, I can be so stupid sometimes!" The doors at
the end of the room opened and closed quietly, a tall woman began striding toward
them. Heather watched her.  Tall. Mid-twenties.   Platinum, no, dark silver
blonde hair, straight in a long pony tail poking out through the band at the back
of a plain baseball hat, a pair of dark glasses perched on the hat.  The long
hair had one carefully applied curl at its very end that bounced at middle ass
level as she walked.  A few strategic strands were left to curl down each side of
her pretty face, also enhanced with large silver hoop earrings. Noble features,
fine cut, full lips.  A beautiful face.  Nice ears.  Narrow and short waist.  A
dark sleeveless blouse draped carefully over a full chest of widely separated
breasts, swinging slightly from side to side and dipping gently as she walked,
revealing the absence of a bra and the proud lack of the need for one at the same
time. But it was the hips and legs that caught Heather's breath.  This woman had
almost impossibly long, perfectly tapered legs that seemed to end deep in a
taught ass that was perfectly defined in a pair of skin tight blue jeans.  And
the legs ended in narrow ankles and small feet that were neatly encased in
toeless black high heels with blood red nails. Heather felt herself tremble and
go completely wet between her legs.  It was only with a difficult effort that she
was able to raise her eyes to look into this woman's face.  Blue eyes.  Electric
blue eyes.  Toeless high heels.  Heather felt her mind go to mush and her hormone
level soar.  Her eyes locked on the swinging feet getting nearer and nearer.
Elizabeth arrived at the table, unaware of the smashing effect she was having on
Heather. "There you are!  I'm so glad you joined us.  Here, sit by me."   Barbara
fussed over Elizabeth after a brief glance.  Then, she did a classic double-take
and her mouth dropped open.  It was quite some time before she managed to stammer
out, "Well, look at you!  My, what a transformation!"  Her eyes swept over
Elizabeth's form several times and their wide open amazement was written all over
her face.  Clearly, Elizabeth was causing quite a sensation with her employer. 
Almost as though Barbara had never really looked at her before, as a woman, as a
sex object of stunning attractiveness. Traci looked over at Heather.  Heather's
face was flushed and she was clearly aroused, if she knew Heather at all.  She
looked over at Elizabeth and saw the open toed shoes.  And smiled.  Poor Heather
was going to have a rough afternoon with this sexy woman hanging around. She knew
Heather was almost unable to control her urges when she wore open toed shoes
around her, so she was careful to take them off before she met Heather. Unless
they were playing sex games.  That was different. "Elizabeth, this is Sherry,
Heather and Traci. Elizabeth."  Barbara was still staring unabashedly at
Elizabeth.  She waved generally in the direction of her guests. They nodded at
each other.  Barbara went on.  "I've already told them you don't quite approve of
their antics the other night." Elizabeth looked like a woman scorned.  Traci
glanced at Heather again.  She noticed it too.  "Well, at the risk of putting
everyone off tea, I must say that I was shocked to hear of such things going on
in the house.  Regardless of everyones' motives.  Rampant lesbianism. 
Exhibitionism.  Forced rape.  I shan't be shocked to hear from their solicitors
any day now.  It could mean scandal." "Hajime Sorayama!"  Sherry exclaimed. They
were all a bit mystified.  "What?" "She looks just like one of Sorayama's models.
Better, in fact, if that's possible." Heather explained.  "Sorayama's a Japanese
erotic artist.  Fantastic talent.  The women in his paintings are almost too
erotic to look at sometimes.  I know the painting she is referring to.  It's a
three quarter view from the rear.  The model is a platinum blonde, the hair is a
bit shorter, below the shoulders to mid-back.  She is topless and is twisting
around at the waist with a hot look on her face. She's gorgeous, of course.  But
it's the legs that hit you.  She has a fantastic ass and the longest legs,
accented with shiny leather or vinyl tight pants and black stiletto heels.
Sherry's right.  You could have been the model." Elizabeth looked surprised.  "I
guess I should say thanks for the compliment. I...." "Elizabeth, get off your
high horse for a minute and just enjoy the company." Elizabeth turned on her with
pain in her voice. "Barbara, you could be ruined if this gets out.  I'm just
trying to think of you." "I know.  But sometimes I can take care of myself. It's
all going to be fine.  You'll see." Barbara patted her arm gently. "Are all three
of you really lesbians?"  Elizabeth actually looked surprised at her own sudden
question. They nodded. "But you're all so gorgeous!" They all started laughing.
Sherry responded.  "Oh, don't worry, there's all different kinds.  I guess we're
fems and happen to be attracted to fems.  Not too common, but here we are
somehow." "Are you going to be doing anything outrageous again with Barbara
tonight?  I'm not sure I approve of her experimenting like this.  I'm sorry, I'm
sure you are all very nice people, it's just..." "Elizabeth."  Barbara warned
her. "We would love for you to join us."  Traci said. Elizabeth hesitated. 
Clearly she was interested. And afraid.  "I'm not sure.  What do you have in
mind?" "More correctly, what does this stewardess and her friends have in mind? 
I guess we should discuss this. Her name is Lynn.  She and four of her friends
want to meet us for dinner to get to know us.  Then, back to her place for some
after dinner activities.  She promised total anonymity, and that nobody would do
anything crazy.  No drugs.  No pictures.  Everything consenting.  If anybody is
unhappy, they can leave, no questions asked and no one will argue with you."
"Consent to what?"  Elizabeth asked. Barbara hesitated.  "Well, group sex for
one.  And there was a mention of bondage."  It was very quiet in the room.  This
was serious new ground for all of them. When do we have to tell them if we're
coming or not?"  Heather asked. "In about an hour.  She already gave me
directions to the restaurant.  After dinner, they'll blindfold us in the car and
take us to a hotel. Or something along those lines.  I think some planning was
till underway. They want protection as well, you see.  Apparently all of them are
in the public eye in some way.  She said we may know a few of them on sight."
"So, we won't know where we are when we're done? How will we get home?" "Cab to
where we have the limo waiting." "I have to get back to work."  Elizabeth finally
said, putting down her cup and standing.  "I don't think we should do this.  It's
too risky."  She left the room. Sherry got up after a moment and followed her,
twenty paces back. Barbara said, "Well, there goes our fifth.  Are the rest of
you in?" They looked at each other and nodded.  "Sherry too, I'm sure.  We should
check when she comes back." Heather added.  "I've never done any bondage stuff."
"Well, we'll experience it together, then.  I'm not sure my temperament is right
for that sort of thing, but I guess we'll find out!"  They grinned nervously.

Sherry saw the bouncing pony tail disappear into the door of a room off the hall
ahead and followed Elizabeth into the room. It was a completely modern, well lit
office with a series of offices branching off down a hall.   Elizabeth was
surprised to see her there. "Oh, do you need something?"  She took the
opportunity to look the blond American over closely. In spite of her instinct to
reject these women for their brash behaviour, she found herself a bit drawn to
all of them.  The blond in particular. Sherry was her name.  The long hair was
gorgeous. "Actually, I was wondering if your computer has access to the
Internet." "Yes, it does.  Can I get something for you?" "Well, I thought I'd
show you the painting I was referring to a while ago.  Sorayama's." "You can do
that?" "If you have a web browser." "I'm sure it must.  The man who put it in was
able to show me some things a few weeks ago, but I haven't had time to play with
it to find out how to work it." "Would you mind?" "Not at all."  Elizabeth moved
aside and Sherry slid into the soft chair.  In seconds, she located the Internet
apps, connected and began a quick search for a web page with Sorayama's material.
 The search engine was overloaded as usual and seconds passed as she waited for a
response. As she waited, she said casually.  "When are you going to tell her you
love her?" Elizabeth looked like her knees would buckle and she almost dropped
the daily diary she had picked up from the desk.  She struggled to regain her
composure.. "What?  I don't believe....." "Barbara.  When are you going to tell
her how you feel?"  She glanced over at Barbara to help make her point and then
clicked on a site on the search list. The machine started to pull in indexes of
pictures. Elizabeth sat down and stared.  "How did you know?" "You two fight like
an old married couple.  I think she loves you too, but is only beginning to
discover her feelings about women, and maybe you at the same time.  You really
stopped her in her tracks in that outfit." "How can you possibly know that after
only meeting me, or seeing us together for fifteen minutes?" "Instinct.  Traci
and Heather noticed it too." The painting began to draw itself on the screen as
the page loaded.  Sherry moved aside so Elizabeth could see the screen. Elizabeth
stared at the gorgeous model in the painting.  "Now that is one seriously erotic
woman. Jesus!" "Well, like I said, that's you, honey.  You could be the model. 
Only you are even hotter." Elizabeth glowed at the compliment.  She had taken a
big chance today, dressing up to show off her height, hair and figure so
aggressively.  Knowing they were all lesbians made her take the chance.  It was
so hard to hide her SO and her looks all the time.  The men on the estate were
after her constantly and she was careful to not offend while all the time all she
could see was Barbara.  Wonderful straight Barbara.  So out of reach. It was
hopeless, she knew, but she just couldn't bring herself to leave.  And then,
Barbara came home from the flight early in the week so excited and playful, full
of news about these two outrageously sexy women having sex on the plane, and
including her (scandelous she knew, something she could never tell anyone else),
and coming to the dinner and actually drugging and raping all these consorts of
Barbara's husband, including taking pictures.  Elizabeth was shocked at this
sudden behaviour change in Barbara, but still made copies of the pictures and had
been masturbating while looking at them all week.  The week had turned
Elizabeth's world upside down. Was it possible that she and Barbara really could
be a couple?  Her heart had leapt at the possibility. And now these women wanted
to go meet other women and play sex games.  Just women.  With Barbara there.
Barbara would have to know who Elizabeth was, and what she was,  if she went. 
When those women began to touch her, she knew her true feelings would come out
about her SO.  She was so horny all the time anyway around Barbara.  She'd never
be able to play the role of a straight out experimenting. She stared at the
painting.  "Can I make a copy?" she said finally. "Sure.  Got a color printer? 
Great.  There, it's printing.  It's a lot of color, so it'll take a few minutes. 
So, you sexy thing, are you going to tell her?" "I'm scared shitless to say
anything.  I could lose everything.  You may not be aware of what is at stake
here.  For her, for me.  You three have gone off here like some A-bomb. Barbara's
willing to do anything you three suggest. I hardly know where I stand or what to
do.  My world is turned upside down."  She sagged into a chair. "You could lose
her if you don't, you know." "I know it." "Listen, I'm not sure what the usual
situation is between you two on a day to day basis, but I mean it. You really
made a huge impression on her in there.  She looked absolutely amazed and
couldn't get her eyes off you." "Really?  I was too scared to look at her to see
if she noticed the outfit." "You should have had a camera to take pictures."
Suddenly, some other women from the back office came in and noticed them, then
went on out into the hall. "We can't talk about this in here.  Too many ears. I
was so nervous I forgot they were back there.  I don't know where my head is
today." "On top of that gorgeous long neck, that's where." Sherry said softly as
she stood up and moved over to Elizabeth, reached out and put her hand very
gently on her arm.  An open invitation.  Elizabeth made no move to immediately
remove it. "We absolutely can't be fooling around, Sherry. God knows I could use
a good roll in the hay, but I can't.  Really." Sherry moved as close as she
dared.  "Surely your trained staff can spare you for a few minutes." "Perhaps. 
But, first, as attractive as your offer is, a few minutes is certainly not going
to satisfy months of built up need.  A couple of days would be more like it. And
I have enough on my mind with the events of the day without a quicky to really
get my juices going."  Elizabeth began to run out of excuses. She knew if Sherry
pressed, she'd invite her upstairs to her bedroom. Sherry pressed.  "Let's get to
know each other a bit better before tonight.  You're making me wet, you sexy
bitch.  All I can think of is your long legs around my waist." "Please.  It's not
fair.  You have me at a disadvantage.  You know I'm vulnerable..." Sherry signed
off the service and saw the modem disconnect.  She grabbed Elizabeth's arm and
began to move her toward the hall. "Really....." "Hush.  It's settled.  Now,
directions to the bedroom and be quick about it." Elizabeth turned left and
moments later, through a hidden door they started up a back staircase to the
living quarters upstairs.  She led Sherry up the narrow steps and as they came
out at the top through another hidden door, they found themselves in a broad open
hall with beautiful, rich decorations of all kinds.  Five doors down on the left,
Elizabeth produced a key and let them inside. The apartment was also beautifully
furnished in a middle eastern decor of thick rugs and wall hangings, pillows on
the floor, silk tapestries, fine furniture. It was sensuous and Sherry felt she
had just walked into some secret lovers nest.  The total effect was seriously
erotic. "Wow, this is fantastic!  She must pay you plenty."  She moved her hands
over some of the silk scarves hanging from a screen near a wall.  She turned.
Elizabeth was a few steps away. "I never let anyone in here but the maid.  Even
Barbara's only been here once, when I first moved in....What you must think of
me.  I'm not like this..it must be you crazy Americans.." "What I think is that
you are beautiful and desirable and hot and I want to take you right here on
these cushions." "Not here."  Elizabeth reached out and took Sherry's hand and
led her back to her bedroom.  Warm, more pillows and wall hangings.  In the
center was a fourposter bed, covered with a rich satin sheet in dark burgundy ,
with matching pillows.  Lots of them. She turned and Sherry came close.  She
unsnapped Elizabeth's hat and removed it, then, slowly began to unbutton
Elizabeth's blouse.  Elizabeth began to do the same for Sherry.  Their blouses
fell open and warm hands covered breasts still held in their bra cups. Elizabeth
closed her eyes and Sherry felt her shudder. "It's been a while, huh?"  She moved
close and hugged her tight. "Forever, it seems." "I love to feast on horny
women."  Sherry was sucking on her ear and neck.  Elizabeth drifted down into
Sherry's control as her bra fell to the floor and her large dark brown areola
disappeared under the palm of Sherry's right hand, the long red nails contrasting
nicely with the snow white skin. Elizabeth's head was back, her long ponytail
hanging below her tail, emphasizing her taut buttocks still in the tight blue
denim. "You're the first, you know."  She sighed and gave a whimper as a hot
mouth closed over a now very wrinkled nipple.  Sparks raced to her belly. 
Sucking on her tits was magic for her. Sherry lifted her head and licked the
other tit all over.  Elizabeth was trembling from the long absent stimulation. 
"You're kidding.  I'm your first woman?" "No, silly.  The first to have me here
in the house." "Then we have a great responsibility to do it right, don't we?"
Elizabeth giggled.  "Yes, I suppose we DO!" Sherry had slid her flat hand down
the front of the very tight jeans and a finger slid across Elizabeth's hard
button. "Get undressed.  I want to have you for a delicious dessert." "I like to
be dessert.  Let me feed you."  She stepped back and unsnapped her jeans. Sherry
pushed her back on the bed and pulled them off.  There were no panties.  And the
pussy, glistening with anticipation, was shaved bare.  It was purple and fully
open with arousal.  She lowered her head and Elizabeth raised her long legs
straight up in the air and then let them fall outwards.  Her cry of pleasure
filled the room as Sherry's tongue ran up her inner thigh and plunged into the
waiting honey pot. It was over forty-five minutes before Elizabeth began to come
down in Sherry's arms, her pent up need blunted for the moment by Sherry's eager
and very physical love making.  She turned and looked into Sherry's eyes. "That
was nice."  And they cuddled together for a few last minutes before they fled
back downstairs, appearing in the hallway at separate times.  Just before they
parted, Sherry pulled her back and, holding her hand tightly to make her point,
said, "Come with us tonight.  Take a chance." "I'll think about it.  Really, I
will.  It's an incredible risk you are asking us both to take." "OK. I know that.
 We all do.  I'll count on seeing you later.  Promise?" "We'll see."  They kissed
for a moment and Elizabeth hurried off.  She glanced back just before turning
into her office and blew Sherry a kiss. Somehow Sherry knew she'd see her that
evening.  She hurried back down the hall toward the room she left almost an hour
ago, and realized she was lost.  Room by room, she began to hunt for her
companions.


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The Adventures of Heather, Part 27C   [A-H]

by Ramapo



"Where is she off to?"  Barbara asked as Sherry disappeared out of the room, her
blond hair swaying back and forth over her back, narrow waist and sculpted ass.
"Let's just say she's not the type to let the grass grow under her feet." "I'm
sorry," Barbara said.  "You've quite lost me there." Nothing.  Probably just
needed a bathroom and went to ask Elizabeth where it was." "Oh."  Barbara stared
at the now closed door in silence.  Finally, she turned back to the two women.
"Sorry, that was rude of me.  But, Elizabeth quite took my breath away today. 
Usually, she is very prim and proper.  Conservative dresser.  But today......she
really was quite stunning, don't you agree?" "Absolutely.  Sorayama is no fool. 
Tell, me Barbara," Traci started in cautiously, "just what is your relationship
with Elizabeth, socially?"  She tried to just make it a casual inquiry. "She's
been with me for six years, right out of University.  She interned with us for a
season before that and I personally asked for her to come back full time.  She's
my personal secretary and of course, we travel a lot together and I have to admit
I'd be lost without her.  She's my very dearest friend.  I have no secrets from
that woman."  She paused, her cup half way to her lips.  "Are you suggesting..."
"I wasn't suggesting anything." "Like hell you weren't."  She sat silent for a
long time.  "She's in love with me, isn't she?" "It looks like that might be the
case."  Traci looked over at Heather. Heather sat silent.  Now here's a
development, she thought to herself. "I'm a damn fool."  Barbara sighed.  "It's
been right under my nose all this time.  Of course.  I must be an idiot." "The
question is, how do you feel about her?" "That's the million dollar question,
isn't it?  And even more important, am I a lesbian as well?  Now, I never dreamed
tea would be quite this earthshaking, I can assure you."  They all laughed
lightly, a bit nervously. "Would you like to talk about it?"  Traci probed. "I
gather I really must.  What am I to do?  My closest friend in the world wants me
for a lover and here I sit with no real idea of how I feel about that. Or whether
I can respond.  And I'm immediately afraid she'll leave me if I find I can't
reciprocate." They sat for a bit. "I must say I'm terribly flattered.  I've never
pictured myself as being attractive to another woman. Not in that way.  Hell,
sexually.  I need to focus." Traci ventured, "Does it make you feel embarrassed,
or afraid, or ...." "No.  I suddenly find myself wondering what she's like in
bed."  And giggled.  "Those are a pretty serious pair of legs on that girl." "No
doubt about that.  Well, there is always the possibility that she'll change her
mind and come with us tonight." "If I know my Elizabeth, there isn't a chance. 
But I just found out something about her that I never would have guessed on my
own.  Do you think?  What will I do if she comes?" "I think you two need to go
have a quiet dinner somewhere and talk this over and decide what to do. And
that's not likely to happen if our friend has anything of a group nature planned
for us."  Traci set her cup down.  Where the hell was Sherry, anyway?  She
thought to herself. Heather was thinking at the same time.  If I know Sherry,
she's already in bed with the delectable Elizabeth, using the woman's
frustrations and vulnerability to her favour.  And Elizabeth loving every minute
of it.  She felt jealous of Sherry's wandering attentions and realized just how
horny she was getting from not having regular sex with Traci. She looked over at
Traci and winked. It was always a signal to tell her in public she was hot and
needed to fuck.  Traci blushed! "Maybe I better have some time to myself and
think this over a bit before I approach Elizabeth.  My, god, how do I even
begin?" Traci suggested, "Perhaps by telling her how you feel.  Best friend in
the world.  Would do nothing to jeopardize your friendship, but you are exploring
your feelings about women as partners and your feelings may be deeper than just
friendship.  You don't know how it will turn out.  That she needs to be patient
with you. Rome wasn't built in a day." "Good speech.  Can I borrow it? She's
already waited six years.  How patient can I expect her to be?" "That's for her
to decide, in the end.  Now, where is our Sherry?  We must be getting back to our
rooms to get ready.  We have to leave in about an hour to get back to the city
and meet our new friends." As if on cue, Sherry walked in the end of the room and
they met her halfway to the door.  "OK, lady, where have you been?"  Heather was
grinning. Sherry never blinked an eye.  "Went to the bathroom and bumped into
Elizabeth and we got to talking and then I gave her an Internet lesson.  Before I
knew it, an hour was past.  Sorry.  It was rude to just walk out like that."
Heather didn't buy it for a second.  She could still see the twinkle in Sherry's
eyes that signalled to her the woman had had an orgasm just recently.  She took
Sherry's arm and pinched her hard.  She whispered in her ear, "What a crock.  The
truth from you back in the room." Sherry smiled. "Is tea over?  I'm still
hungry." "Afraid you missed your chance before dinner. Speaking of which, I'll
have the maid show you the rooms for changing and I'll meet you in the front of
the house as we planned." Barbara headed off and a maid, materializing from
nowhere, lead them in the opposite direction. "You missed the biggest surprise of
the day, my dear.  Barbara just figured out that Elizabeth is in love with her."
Sherry stopped dead in her tracks, her mouth open. "No shit!  I don't believe
it!" "What?" "Elizabeth just figured out she needs to share her feelings with
Barbara and give any chance of a relationship actually happening a leg up.  She
is one frustrated lady, I can tell you!" "Oh?  Really?  And are you saying she's
still frustrated after her  Internet lesson'?"  Heather's voice dripped with
sarcasm. "Well, let's say she might just be able to hold out a bit longer for
Barbara."  She giggled. "I KNEW you were off doing her!  I just knew it!" Heather
laughed.  Where did the woman get the energy she thought. "Where did you do the
dirty deed?" "Her apartment upstairs.  You should see it.  It is one erotic
oasis, I can tell you that.  You feel like the room is making love to you when
you walk in there." "I have enough women doing me now without the furniture
joining in!"  Heather replied. Traci swung her arm around Heather's waist. 
"Let's take a shower together."  She suggested as they walked on. Heather's arm
went around Traci and their hips swung together and they walked in silence for a
moment. Then Sherry's arm went around Heather and Heather around her and they
headed up the stairs as a group. When the maid looked back, she seemed startled
at the sight, but said nothing.  She let them into the room and as she turned to
go, Sherry said, "You're Denise, right?  The upstairs maid in this wing?" "Yes,
that's right?" "Were you here for the party the other night?" "Yes, we were all
on duty." "So, you saw a bit of what went on?"  Heather and Traci stopped at the
entrance of the bathroom door and turned to listen. "Yes, a bit of it."  The maid
blushed.  "More than a bit, actually, if you must know." "How much?"  Sherry
moved slowly toward her, smiling. "I.....I saw you and the brunette.." "Heather."
"I saw you and Heather escort several of the ladies from the hall in a state of
confusion and bring them into these rooms." "And then?" "And then, I believe you
all had sex.  Really, it's none of my business and your secret is safe with me, I
can assure you." Sherry moved a bit closer, still smiling. "And how did you feel
about women having sex?" The maid was blushing, but made no move to leave. Sherry
took the room key from the maid's hand and tossed in on the floor.  "I.  I've
never done it myself, but...." "Would you like to have sex with us?" The question
took the girl off guard and she hesitated as Sherry moved so close their lips
were only an inch apart.  Their breasts touched.  Sherry leaned in and kissed the
girl very gently on the lips. Heather and Traci watched the seduction, their
breath tight from the anticipation of the girl's cries of pleasure as Sherry took
her. Sherry was a masterful lover and they both knew the girl was about to get
thoroughly laid. The maid said softly.  "I.......  Please.  I've never...."
"There's always a first time.  And you got lucky today, Denise,  cause I just
love a virgin." Sherry ran her hand up the back of the girl's neck and they
kissed again a long time.  Kissing was a religion with Sherry and she made sure
you were a convert before she was finished with you.  She once told Heather she
was sure there was a G-spot on the inside of a woman's mouth and if you rubbed it
hard enough with a wet tongue, you could make a woman come. Heather thought it
was a joke until one night not long before, Sherry had greeted her at the door
with a non-stop thirty minute kiss that literally curled her toes and when Sherry
merely touched her between the legs through all her clothes, she had a very
strong orgasm. Sherry's right hand came up and cupped Denise's large breast
through her uniform and began to use her other hand on the buttons on the back. 
Denise broke the kiss.  Her face was flushed and she was very, very aroused. She
slipped off the apron straps, pulled the tie in the back and the apron fell to
the floor. Sherry got the uniform unbuttoned to the waist and pulled the front of
it away and down from the shoulders.  Denise had on an industrial strength bra,
clearly needed as the enormity of her breasts became visible.  They were
oversize, enormous mounds of perfect roundness supported by the under wires. 
Sherry worked the huge clasp at the back and stood back to watch the mounds fall
as they must.  They hung down and swayed.  Sherry became so excited she began to
rub her pussy through her slacks and immediately experienced a thrilling orgasm. 
She kept rubbing and leaned down and began to suck on the thick nipples, burying
her face in the melons of flesh.  All the time, pushing Denise toward the bed. At
the edge of the bed, she pushed Denise onto her back and pulled her uniform off,
followed quickly by her pantyhose.  Denise was lubricating heavily from
excitement.  It might be her first time with a woman, but she hadn't had sex in a
long time and any reservations or nervousness she felt simply melted away as she
opened herself up to this sexy blond.  Sherry licked her way up to the open slit
and plunged in. Denise squealed and giggled and lifted a leg over Sherry's
shoulder.  She continued to giggle as her excitement grew and Sherry quickly
sought out her clit. Sherry guided one hand up and seized the flowing loose flesh
of Denise's left breast, then reached up and grabbed the other one and began to
kneed them, shivering with excitement as the heavy flesh filled her hands and
pushed back at her fingers.  Her red nails were hot flashes on the snow white
skin, deep purple nipples and areolas.  She trapped the hard flesh between two
nails and squeezed.  Denise groaned at the wave of heat that flowed over her.
Denise's giggles became moans of wild excitement and she began to pant.  "Oh,
yes!  Oh!  Oh!  Yes! Oh. Oh.  OH.  Oh, YES!"  She became more and more vocal.
"AhhhhhHHHHHHHH!"   Her legs lifted straight up then spread and flexed in short
jerks.  The first orgasm tightened her belly and her breasts burned.  Sherry was
only warming up.  She plunged her tongue deeply into Denise's pussy and licked
the pulsing walls rapidly. Alternating with quick flicks on Denise's thick clit,
she brought her rapidly to a second and then a third orgasm.  Her own hand was
flying on her own clit and she matched Denise orgasm for orgasm. But one hand
never left the objects of her raging desire as she twisted and tore at the loose
flesh. Denise had never had much feeling in her swollen mounds, but tonight they
were on fire and burned with an inner heat from the savage abuse.  Her nipples
would surely burst they were so hard.  Sherry pulled one straight out against the
weight of the oversized tit and the heavy flesh fought back with the nipple in
the middle. "Ayyyyyyyyyyeeeee!"  Denise sang out.  A hot tongue scraping on her
clit brought her off once more, this time, releasing her so high and hard that
her breathing stopped and her mind exploded in fireworks. Sherry crawled up on
the bed and began to suck the nipples and chew on them with her sharp teeth. 
They stayed very hard and wrinkled.  Her hands fought to surround the flesh of
just one breast and lift its weight up and off Denise's chest.  She only
partially succeeded.  This was a real breast, not a silicon implant, and it
sagged out of her hands.  She pressed harder and harder.  Denise gasped and cried
out. Suddenly, Sherry felt a hand on her shoulder. "You're hurting her.  Go
easy."  Through the sexual fog that filled her mind, Heather's voice came
through. "Let her go.  Sherry.  Sherry!" more insistently. Sherry became more
aware of her situation and lowered the breast. She pulled up and Denise was
staring at her with frightened eyes.  "Sorry.  I got carried away.  Are you OK?"
Denise stared up at her.  "No one's ever.  I mean. I've never let anyone do that.
 Play with them.  They're so big.  Not pretty, like yours." "They're beautiful." 
Sherry ran her nails lightly over both breasts, kneeling beside the still very
flushed woman.  She couldn't get her eyes off these oversized mounds.  She
shivered. "Can we.  Can I?"  Denise started. "What?"  Sherry leaned forward and
kissed her again. "Be with you.  I want to try it.  Like you did." Sherry
understood.  She stood off the bed and stripped of her slacks and panties. 
Quickly mounting the bed, she swung one leg over Denise and lowered her pussy to
her mouth as she looked down past her own much smaller breasts and into Denise's
eyes.  She knew it was a control thing, but one thing she liked more than
anything else when she was with a woman was to watch her eat her.  With one hand
behind her head to pull her tight into her pussy and one hand behind her rubbing
a nipple.  Control.  Power.  Her excitement soared.  A virgin at pussy eating was
about to lose her flower. Denise took a tentative taste.  Another shiver ran up
Sherry's spine. "Eat me, you horny bitch!"  Sherry's voice was soft but very
firm. She slid her fingers behind Denise's head and Denise slid her tongue into
Sherry much deeper.  Sherry sighed.  And lifted Denise firmly against her now
completely open slit.  Denise discovered the woman tasted wonderful and began to
probe and lick eagerly. Sherry's hard clit poked up from its hood and Denise
found it with the tip of her tongue as Sherry squealed.  Sherry's swollen lips
completely covered the now eagerly sucking mouth. It was Denise's turn now and
she came at the clit with a fierce roughness that hurt and drove Sherry higher
and higher in a rapidly alternating series of pain/pleasure waves.  And then,
Denise closed her teeth gently on the hard bud and Sherry came so hard she trust
down and began to shake the bed like a vibrator. Denise was intensely excited
again and her painful nipple was shooting sparks as Sherry dragged on it while
she came. And to Denise's amazement, she came again.  A flood of heat and tension
released from her loins and she joined Sherry in pleasure.  Even in the fog of
orgasm, she licked and sucked the still hard clit and Sherry rolled into another
intense orgasm.  It was minutes before the two of them slowed down. Sherry fell
forward and rolled off Denise and lay on her side, spent.  Denise was in a daze. 
She had never experienced anything so intense.  She knew sex was supposed to be
fun, but never in her wildest dreams had she imagined this.

Heather still stood in the bathroom door with Traci.  Finally, she realized they
had been standing there for over fifteen minutes and knew they would have to
really hurry. Traci's face was flushed.  Heather knew she needed sex, but there
wasn't time.  Even for a quicky.  "OK, bad decision.  Now we're both horny and no
time to do anything about it.  Give me sixty seconds for a quick rinse and then
you jump in.  Give Sherry a shake and get Denise out of here.  Wow.  I've never
seen Sherry so hot." "Mmmmmmmm" was all Traci said.  God, did she need to get
laid.  Behind her, the shower started.

Sherry finally wandered into the crowded bathroom. Heather was brushing out her
damp hair and Sherry grabbed a towel and snapped Heather's cute ass with it.
"Hey!  Ouch!"  It snapped again. "I'm coming out!  Make room."  The door to the
shower tentatively opened and Traci peered out. Heather was just chasing Sherry
back into the bedroom and a towel snapping contest was in full blast.  Traci
grabbed a towel and seized the change to get dry and get some underwear on before
they returned. Heather and Sherry were giggling and the snaps were getting
painful.  Finally, they collapsed on the bed.  Sherry ran her hand quickly up
over Heather's very firm jutting breast.  It felt wonderful. "We don't have time
for that.  It feels great through."  She leaned down and kissed Sherry.  "I would
have thought Denise would have been enough for you for the moment, you sex
maniac."  She nuzzled Sherry's ear. "Look who's talking."  Her hand tightened
over the hard mound and the already extended nipple shot sparks. Heather moaned
in Sherry's ear and ran her tongue inside.  Sherry moaned back and the hand slid
down and found Heather's long, extended clit.  She began to pull it in very tiny
jerks in a way that she knew would drive Heather nuts.  She was very surprised
that Heather pushed her hand away. "Did I hurt you?" "No.  WE JUST DON'T HAVE
TIME!"  She stopped and sighed.  God that felt good.  Her belly was on fire and
even after just drying off, she was slick between her legs again.  "I'm a mess
now.  You know how I lubricate when you get me hot.  Damn." "Don't dry off. 
Please.  Let me smell you all night." "If you promise to stop trying to fuck me
before dinner." "Promise." "OK, but if someone complains, I'm cutting you off
until we get home." "Have you every known anyone to complain about how you
smell?" Sherry had a point.  Well, good thing she loved knowing her own love
juices were dried on her pussy lips and thighs.  It drove Traci crazy to smell
her but not be able to have her. "Hey, before we get dressed...."  Heather ran
her hand down into the sparse hair above Sherry's cunt and slipped a finger in
without warning.  Sherry's hips bucked at the sudden invasion. Her voice was
suddenly shaky.  "Hey, no fair.  If I can't have you....."  Another finger joined
the first and then a third.  Her already swollen tissues gripped the fingers and
spasmed. "I was wondering.  What got you so damn hot, all of a sudden?  I thought
you were going to have the police up here she was yelling so loud."  Her hand
worked faster and faster.  Sherry's mind was almost totally focused on her pussy
as her orgasm approached. Unseen behind them, Traci came out, bra and panties on,
a towel wrapped around her hair.  She wore the bra just for Heather.  It let her
beasts jiggle just the way she knew drove Heather completely crazy to watch.  It
was her way of getting even for no action. Let her suffer, she was thinking.  She
stopped short at the sight of them on the bed, Heather's fingers slick with
Sherry, sliding up and down inside the purple slit. Sherry struggled to answer.
"I.....her tits.....oh, god.....tits just.....shit, oh, oh, yes.... tits were so
sexy...... oh, I'm going.......all I could think about was having big, huge
tits.....Oh, Heather, I'm.....com.....ing........OH!.....OH!    AH! Yeeeeeee! 
Ah!  Ah!"  Heather continued to stroke. Sherry was always good for several
rolling orgasms and she didn't disappoint. Sherry's eyes were closed and she gave
a grunt and rolled into a second, more intense orgasm.  "Ungh! Ungh!  Ungh."
Explosive snorts of air shot from her as her belly flattened with the tension of
the waves rolling up from her pussy "For god's sake, can't you two get dressed
and stop fucking around?"  Traci asked, pulling her slacks back on.  Tonight was
to be informal.  As the tight crotch seam pulled up onto her clit and aroused
lips, she gave a groan of her own.  Just who was suffering here, she thought as
she resisted the temptation to stoke herself and get some relief.  Save it.  And
we are so damn late! "Hey, come on!  Clothes.  Do Sherry's hair in the car.  Move
it."  Heather and Sherry looked sheepish as they bounced off the bed and began to
pull on clothes. "She started it!" "Did not!" "Did so!" "I don't care.  Purses? 
Right, out and kill the lights.  If we forgot anything, they'll have to get them
to us.


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The Adventures of Heather, Pt. 27F    [A-H]

By Ramapo


Traci followed Terry upstairs to her flat and Terry disappeared into the kitchen
to fetch some wine. Traci wandered about the place a bit and her eye caught on an
open gym bag that appeared full of leather and other things.  Some metal.  She
realized suddenly that it was bondage gear.  Terry was a little more wild than
she realized. Terry came back and saw her looking down into the bag.  She placed
the wine and glasses on the table and began to pour. "Sometimes I enjoy that
stuff." "Bondage?  I don't know much about it.  I guess I'm not attracted to it."
"Oh," Terry glanced over, trying to stay cool and relaxed, "I never dreamed I was
interested either, until someone at a party put some things on me just to show me
how they worked and all.  I got really turned on and realized I liked it.  So,
I've experimented a bit."  She handed a glass to Traci.  She glanced down at
Traci's chest.  She liked the way Traci's boobs jiggled in waves when she walked.
 Tight perfect waves. Traci took a mouthful of wine and set the glass down on a
shelf and pulled a long bar out of the bag. It had loops at the end. "Spreader
bar.  You can adjust its length with the release in the center.  Loops at the end
go around the ankles.  The metal loop in the center is for other things to be
tied to."  Terry made it sound matter of fact.  She glanced over at Traci, who
was studying the bar.  She put her hands in the loops.  The were coated with soft
velvet.  Strong, but soft. "Bondage can be used to immobilize, cause pain, cause
fear, cause excitement.  The person who is bound is in the total control of the
person with them.  It requires a lot of trust.  A lot of trust." Traci put the
bar down and pulled a harness out of the bag.  It was many loops of very soft
leather, with studs.  She turned it around and around and couldn't figure it out.
"Here, I'll show you."  Terry took it and set it down.  She unbuttoned her blouse
and stripped it off. Her bra was very skimpy and her full breasts overflowed the
top, barely covering her nipples.  She saw Traci's admiring glance.  She turned
and unhooked the bra and tossed in on the sofa.  She studied the loops and turned
it around and slipped her arms thru two loops and up over her shoulders.  The
loops settled above and below her breasts, and more were around her waist in a
web and down to her waist, like a cut out merri-widow. She turned and said,  
"Pull the tabs through the loops and pull each one as tight as you can.  Really
tight." There were five straps with matching metal loops on the other side and
Traci pulled each one as tight as she dared. "No, tighter. Don't worry about
hurting me.  I don't bruise easily and it works best if it's as tight as you can
make it." Traci hesitated, but pulled each strap until the leather cut deep into
the woman's skin. "Good.  There.  What do you think?"  Terry turned and her eyes
were smoky with excitement.  The effect on her front was amazing.  The leather
loops around her breasts were now tight against her chest cage and her boobs were
squeezed into an amazingly small circle.  In spite of their size, they stood out
like large cannon shells of taught skin.  The nipples were erect.  Terry could
barely breath and her face was flushed. "Wow!  That must hurt!" "No.  Honest. 
Can't you see how excited it get's me?  My nipples are on fire.  Touch the skin
on my titties.  Can you feel how tight they are?  Like when we were just getting
big and they ached all night from growing faster than the skin would stretch."
Tracy ran her fingers over the drum tight skin. It was hard to even put a dent in
them.  It was a while before Traci said.  "Here, I'll release you." Terry looked
disappointed but turned and said nothing.  The straps loosened and her breasts
sagged a bit and she slipped out of the harness.  She turned, but left her top
off.  Traci said nothing and took another swallow of wine. Next Traci picked up
something that looked like a ball. "Ball gag.  There's lots of different sizes in
the bag.  They're all clean.  Here, I'll put this one in your mouth."  Traci
opened up and Terry squeezed the ball in to a smaller size and pushed it past
Traci's teeth.  Traci was surprised to feel it expand and fill her mouth
comfortably, but completely. "Try to talk." Traci said a few words and nothing
came out. She couldn't move her tongue, now trapped against the floor of her
mouth.  She could moan deep in her throat and make some muted sounds back there,
but speaking or yelling was out of the question.  It was impressive. Traci
reached between her teeth and got a good hunk of the ball between her thumb and
index finger and pulled it out. "You really can't make much noise, can you?"
"Nope.  A church mouse.  Really helps if you're into the pain stuff or somebody's
a complainer." "A complainer?" "Oh, it's the humiliation they like and the more
they complain, the more they get punished and humiliated.  Some people are just
born whiners and it's hard to be working with them, so you shut them up a bit."
The bag was full of other stuff.  Hoods.  Dildoes, both anal and vaginal, some of
unusual shapes, all designed to be attached to other things.  At the bottom was a
pair of beautiful patten leather stiletto heel boots that came up to mid thigh
when she held them up to herself.  Black.  Very shiny.  Metal loops stuck out of
the back of the heels and the in side of each heel. "I just got them.  Cost me a
pretty packet, too. Special order.  Hey, your shoe size looks right or a bit
smaller.  Try them on." Traci took another shot of wine.  She was feeling it now.
 Dinner plus a glass here.  Or was it two?  She couldn't remember.  She slipped
off her shoes and pants and placed the pants over the back of the chair.  The
boots took some doing, but she stood up and walked over to the very large floor
to ceiling mirror in the bedroom just off the living room.  She realized there
were mirrors all over the room.  She liked it. The boots looked fantastic.  She
had great legs and very long thighs (Heather loved to shave her) and tonight they
never looked better. She heard a whistle behind her.  She turned and Terry was
grinning and handed her another full glass of wine.  "Now, I should look so good
in them.  Very, very sexy!" "Hard to walk in though, with the loops."  She sipped
wine and looked in the mirror, turning and admiring herself. "Care for the rest
of the outfit?"  Terry was casual, almost teasing.  She was holding her breath.
Traci kept turning.  "Sure, why not."  She put the glass down and began to
unbutton her blouse.  She was just releasing her gorgeous tits from their satin
encasements when Terry returned with the halter and the bag.  She was dripping
with excitement. "Umm, we should have gotten the panties off before the boots
went on.  Oh, well, you can't have everything." "They should go."  Traci was a
little unsteady on her feet.  She pushed the panties down and fought the leg
holes up and over the tops of the leather and then pushed them down hard.  It was
a struggle for the first six inches, then her thighs narrowed and they went down.
 Terry leaned down and pushed them over the metal loops and Traci stepped out of
them.  Terry looked up and was at the level of Traci's very plush black bush. The
faint aroma of Traci's pussy reached her and her excitement grew. "God, Traci,
what great tits.  I've been watching them all night.  Mesmerizing, that's what
they are." "That's what Heather says all the time.  She can't keep her eyes off
them.  And I like it that way." Terry moved behind Traci and reached past her and
held the harness out. She moved in close and her own breasts flattened out on
Traci's warm back.  The heat from her swollen flesh spread into Traci and Traci
instinctively moved back and into the warmth. She held her hand up and into the
holes that Terry indicated.  As the harness settled back, the bulging flesh of
her tits began to squeeze into the small openings, but flattened back and
progress was stopped "No problem."  Terry reached around, using the mirror to let
her see, and began to squeeze the flesh through the holes from the side, pushing
more and move of it through.  Traci's tits now stood straight out and bulged in a
way she'd never seen.  And they were tight, just like Terry told there they would
be. "Hurt?" "No, pleasantly tingly, just like you said." "OK, breath out and hold
it." Traci obeyed and in a flash, Terry tightened all five straps and Traci felt
her ribs compress as the leather encased her in a very tight embrace.  Her tits
now felt like they would explode, the skin was so tight.  She grunted. "Breath."
Traci found she could barely draw any breath. Shallow breathing at best. "Awfully
tight.  Can't breath much." "Perfect."  Terry handed her some wine. And Traci
swallowed the rest.  Very lightheaded, she staggered to the bed and sat. Terry
joined her there, bringing the bag.  "Now, let me show you some other nice
benefits."  She ran her fingernails over the stretched skin on the tits and
nipples.  They burned and ached.  The fire increased. Terry trapped each nipple
in her nails and squeezed the rock hard flesh.  An intense spark shot down her
front. Traci gasped and groaned.  One of Terry's hands kept busy on a breast and
the other disappeared below the edge of the bed.  Traci was away of activity near
her feet, but paid no attention to it.  The feelings in her breasts had her very
aroused. "Stand." With Terry's help, she was on her feet and very wobbly. Elbows
back honey.  She did it without thinking and a bar slid along her back and past
her arms.  She could no longer move her arms. She started to protest and Terry
popped the ball gag into her mouth before she saw it coming.  She was beginning
to panic and couldn't breath.  Her tits were on fire and her pussy not far
behind, and fear was trying to drive the cobwebs from her mind. Terry spun her
around and pushed her onto the bed face down on her hard boobs.  The exploded in
a wave of pain that settled back into more fire.  She suddenly felt the
unexpected spreader bar between her feet, attached at the metal inside boot
loops, just as Terry unlatched in and extended it another foot and locked it
again. She felt tugging at her back and the her feet were jerked around and her
feet were suddenly pulled up backwards and the bar trapping her arms was pulled
down a bit. She only had the tiniest bit of mobility of her arms and then Terry
took that away as she slipped leather straps around her arms just above the
elbows and pulled her elbows together behind her back. Another strap went around
her waist and wrist clamps were attached to rings on the waist belt.  There was
no pain, but her tits were exploding with ache.  She groaned. Terry rolled her
onto her side and slowly off the bed.  The floor had a soft gym mat she hadn't
noticed and she was eased onto her knees She sat back on her heels and Terry
instantly tightened the strap from the bar to her heels. "Comfy?"  Terry was so
excited as she stripped naked. Traci stared.  She was excited and afraid.  This
girl had her totally in her control.  It was so fast. Terry kneeled in front of
her.  "Now, I said you have to completely trust your partner.  I'm not crazy and
I have no intention of hurting you.  I find this intensely exciting, to tie other
people up.  Then masturbate in front of them.  It's my thing.  Now, I know you
are afraid at this point, but I can tell you are also very excited.  I'm going to
wait a few minutes and ask you if you want to be released.  If you nod your head
up and down as yes, I'll let you go immediately. If you agree to stay tied up, I
promise you a really, really good time.. She ran her hands over the turgid tits
and squeezed them hard.  They burned and Traci's pussy burned in spite of her
fear.  Terry licked then and left them to dry as she went to get more wine for
herself.  She never knew if the person would demand to be release and head for
the police, or play along.  But she always played fair and always let them go if
they asked.  She drank her wine and pulled some smaller things out of another
bag.  Always be prepared for success. After five minutes, she re-entered the
bedroom. "Traci," she said softly, "would you like to be released." It was crazy.
 Traci didn't know this person.  But in the five minutes since Terry left, just
thinking about all the degrading things that could happen to her got her so
excited she couldn't believe it.  There was a pause.  She should flee.  Find
Heather and run for it. She shook her head no. Terry hugged her.  "I'm going to
take the gag out now.  No yelling, OK, it goes back in till we're done." The gag
came out.  Traci still couldn't breath.  She was lightheaded. More licking of her
tits.  Cold.  Fire.  Cold fire.  She was going to faint from excitement.
Something moved between her legs and Sherry smiled as she inserted a long dildo
up Traci's pussy..  She was slick and it went right in, held by the narrow end
and a ring suddenly fitted over her hard clit.  It stung and she felt full.  It
was in very deep. "Hurt?" "No.  God, I'm so hot." "We are just getting you
started, honey." "I'm lightheaded.  Too tight." "Nope, just right.  It's part of
the effect." "Now, these are going to hurt.  A lot.  Don't yell, OK?"  The
warning was only seconds in front of the action. The nipple clamps hurt like hell
and tears sprung from Traci's eyes.  She groaned.  The pain increased and became
an insistent fire, spreading over her front. Terry now hooked a wire to each
nipple clamp and pulled the breasts down by the clamps.  As tight as they were,
they gave very little and it hurt a lot. "Owwww!" "Shush!" Move movement between
her legs.  A dildo went up her ass.  Equally deep.  She groaned.  She loved anal
sex, but this was being lost in the pain and pleasure pouring into her brain.
"Please."  She had to breath. Terry sat back from her and spread her legs.  Her
sex was glistening and totally open with excitement as she spread her legs almost
complete opposite each other.  She picked up a dildo and Traci saw it was
attached to a box on the floor between them.  Other wires led up to her front,
but she couldn't see over her protruding chest.  Her head spun.  The more excited
she became, the less she could breath. Terry began to stroke the lips of her
pussy with the end of the dildo.  It was covered with bumps and spikes and she
groaned as it touched nerves and poked at her clit and tender inner lips. She
continued this for some minutes, then stopped and attached a small ring to her
clit and rings to her own tight nipples. More wires to the box. More stroking. 
Then, the studded and obscene head of the dildo eased past the inner lips and
disappeared. A wave of contraction rippled across Terry's belly and tightened
around the end of the dildo.  The dildos inside Traci jumped in response and a
tingling shock shot through her nipples. Traci groaned loudly. "This is the part
where you get to watch me masturbate.  I hope you enjoy it as much as I am.
Ummmm.."  More ripples.  Traci squirmed.  Her arousal soared. And she got even
more lightheaded.  She was floating.  Pain and pleasure mingled and she danced
among them. Terry was groaning as well.  Her own rings were being stimulated as
well and she approached her first orgasm.  Her rings were stimulated far more
strongly than Traci's, allowing her to orgasm readily while bringing Traci to
orgasm far more slowly.  Just as Terry liked it.  She would masturbate like this
for hours if her partner lasted. Traci lasted. And lasted and lasted.  Exhausted
from the trip, the wine, the meal and this sudden encounter, she floated along
for hours and Terry worked up to orgasm after orgasm.  Each caused Traci's
dildo's to jump and jerk about and her breasts to burn more and more intensely,
but she only approached orgasm slowly. Her frustration was enormous and tears
flowed down her cheeks as she whimpered and moaned. And then, for the first time
ever, Terry knew she herself was exhausted from the unexpectedly long session. 
She changed a setting on the box between them and the sensations increased in
intensity, rising, driving her higher and higher, and then, perfectly timed with
Terry's last orgasm, Traci fell off the edge of the cliff and groaned and
squeaked as she shook with release. Her breath was even more choked and her
lightheadedness turned into a flash of light and she fainted. It was several
minutes later that she awoke in Terry's arms.  The vest was released but still
around her.  The spreader bar and bar behind her back was gone, as well as the
rest of the restraints.  Terry was stroking her.  It was some time before Traci
could focus. "Are you OK, honey?"  Terry had never had someone go out for so
long. "I think so."  Traci sounded shaky. "Look, get on the bed and lay down a
while.  I'll make us some coffee.  Here, lets get the rest of this off, the boots
too."  It was a struggle with the boots, as always, but then Traci was naked and
Terry pulled a sheet and blanket over her. In spite of her exhaustion, Traci felt
somehow a glow, a soothing warm relaxation from the intense sexual experience.
Terry came back with a tray and a steaming pot. "Here, drink a little.  Listen, I
went too far tonight.  Got carried away a bit, what with you lasting so long and
all.  Are you sure you're OK?"  She really sounded concerned and scared. "I'll be
fine.  It was a bit intense.  And very scary.  I mean, it was so fast.  I wasn't
expecting you to do that.  And for me to be so helpless so fast." "Yes, that's
part of the plan to build fear and enhance the sexual aspects." "It's really
assault, you know.  Not telling me first."  Traci wasn't at all sure she trusted
Terry. Some of the residual fear was now turning to anger. "I know.  Really, I
do.  I guessed you'd enjoy and not complain.  Sometimes, I pick the wrong people
to do this to and I get in trouble." "I'll bet you do.  Is it worth the risk?"
"I've tried it the other way, you know, totally voluntary, and so on.  It's not
the same.  I think I'm addicted to the high from the fear and all.  It's probably
sick."  Terry looked down. "You have a point there Terry.  You should see
someone.  The voluntary part is fine for those who are interested, but this
way...."  She trailed off.  And started to find her clothes and dress. "Did you."
 Terry's voice was low.  "Did you enjoy it?  At all?" "Yes.  Yes I did.  It was
very scary and very new and your little box of tricks had me just crazy with
lust.  When the orgasm came, it was very, very intense."  She tucked in her
blouse and then sat next to Terry on the bed.  "But you really can't just assault
people this way.  You could end up in jail." "I know.  I know.  I don't seem to
be able to help myself." "Well, go talk to someone about it.  Now, let's go find
the rest of them at Donna's.  Oh, my gosh, look at the time!"  They were both
astonished at how the hours had fled.  They were out of the flat and walking
swiftly through the night.  Traci took Terry's arm. Terry felt relieved and
wondered if they were the last ones to head for the orgy.  God, she didn't think
she had another orgasm in her.


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The Adventures of Heather, Part 27G    [A-H]

by Ramapo


Hilda led Sherry back to her bedroom.  Sherry would have followed her anywhere at
this point, knowing she was only seconds away from being able to handle and suck
the biggest tits she had ever seen. At the bed, Hilda turned to face her and
removed her blouse.  Somehow, Sherry had expected an overweight, fleshy figure
all over, but other than the two masses of encased flesh cantilevered from the
high up on Hilda's ribcage, Hilda had a very nice figure, with a flat stomach and
not overly full hips.  Nice straight thighs and calves to small feet. "You
expected me to be fat, right honey?" "No, I.....well, yes, I guess I did.  I'm
sorry." "It's OK.  Everyone does.  God just gave me more hormones than anyone
else and didn't turn them off when he should have.  Here, help me with the bra." 
She guided Sherry around to her back.  The bra was obviously custom made, with at
least a dozen very strong hooks at the middle of her back.  It looked like the
material was some sort of industrial strength spandex or something. "Start at the
bottom." Sherry did as she was instructed, wondering how the woman ever got
dressed in the morning.  Finally the last of them were undone and Hilda turned
around again. "Now, take off the cups for me and let me show you your surprise."
Even as hopelessly excited as Sherry was at this point, she was a bit nervous. 
She ran her hands under the bra straps from the side and eased the enormous cups
down and off.  The flesh sagged as the support was removed.  The areolas were
dark brown and were, well, proportionately big.  Very big.  Bigger than the palm
of her hand, anyway.  The nipple was a thick brown nodule that stood up more than
a little.  Slowly, her hands ran over the flesh and she felt a wave of heat
between her legs from arousal.  She knew her underwear must be soaked and getting
wetter by the second. Her fingers reached the areolas and nipples and gently
stroked their wrinkled surface.  She was surprised when her fingers got wet and
the dark skin glistened with wet. She pulled her hands away and looked up at
Hilda, who had a big grin and eyes half closed, a purring look of contentment on
her face. "Are you surprised dear?"  It was a whisper. "What?  I don't
understand?"  Sherry asked. "I'm lactating.  Come, have a drink." Sherry felt
confused and not a little bit repulsed.  Lactating?  Milk?  The woman was giving
milk! But it made no real difference in the end. Sherry's addiction was too
strong and Hilda gently guided her head down again to the thick nipple and placed
it between her lips.  A hot tongue rasped over the nipple and then Hilda gasped
and groaned words of encouragement.  Sherry started to suck hard, by reflex it
seemed.  The very thought of drinking the milk of another woman felt wicked and
excited her.  She sucked again, her cheeks hollowing.  Now she knew why the
breasts were so turgid, they were plump with milk! Hilda's milk let down in a
rush and a steady flow poured from the nipple, with Sherry pulling and gently
chewing on the nipple with her lips, now swallowing fast to keep up.  Soon, she
moved to the other breast and it too filled her mouth with warm nectar.  Back and
forth until the fluid almost totally ceased. Hilda slid her right hand palm up
down Sherry's flat stomach and inside her scant panties.  There was no hesitation
as the fingers flowed through the neatly cropped hair and then into the now puffy
and waiting pussy.  Sherry groaned and humped the fingers as two of them
disappeared inside, a deep penetration, filling her and pressing down hard on her
clit.  The fingers thrashed around and pumped in and out and Sherry's body, lost
in the lust of breast gratification, rushed toward an orgasm. Sherry crashed over
the top into oblivion before she had any sense of the frantic rush and release. 
It knocked the wind out of her and she gasped and grunted several times, milk
spilling from her lips, running down the engorged flesh onto the Hilda's belly. 
She began to lick to get it all back. The fingers continued to pump and again
Sherry lost control as her mind filled with stars and lightning bolts slammed
into her belly.  One thing Sherry knew how to do was to totally relax and let her
body go when an orgasm approached and tonight, she was floating in a mist of lust
from the rapid fire releases. It was many minutes before she began to slow down
and ease away from the mounds of flesh, now exhausted. Hilda's breasts now spread
out over her upper belly, the soft bags no longer so tense and strained. Even so,
their enormity made it impossible for Hilda to look down and see Sherry's face as
Sherry lay her head on Hilda's stomach to rest. "Did you like that?"  Hilda
purred. "Oh, yes.  It was so wicked.  I never expected that.  Never.  I can't
believe we did this."  Sherry sighed. "Would you like to do it again before you
go?" "So soon, I thought...."  Sherry lifted her head to look over the mounds.
"Well, we have to give them a bit of a chance to recover, deary, but in an hour
or so, I think I can accommodate you." Sherry sat up. Hilda knew all the
questions that were in Sherry's mind, and as they passed the time, Hilda filled
Sherry in on how her breasts had begun to develop early and just never stopped
until recently.  And how she had become a wet nurse for a sick child at the
nearby hospital and discovered the erotic sensation of giving milk.  And finding
out that several of her girlfriends were excited about it as well.  Getting the
Dr. to give her some hormone shots to keep the milk coming over the months since
the child got well was easy. "Hilda, what's it like to be so, well, huge?" "Well,
aside from an occasional chance to meet someone like you, it's not much fun.  I'd
get them reduced, but just don't have the money."  For the first time, Hilda
sounded depressed or down. Sherry sat in silence, then looked down on her own
perfectly formed B cup breasts, that never needed a bra except to cover up her
small very sensitive pebble sized nipples.  Clothes fit her right off the rack
and she knew she looked good in them.  No, she looked great in them.  She looked
back over at Hilda as she moved around the room, back from getting a big drink of
water.  The enormous, industrial strength bra hung over a chair back.  The cups
were vast. Hilda came back, rubbing her breasts on the side, lifting they up a
bit. "I'm getting hard again dear.  Like a bit more before we head for the
party?" In spite of her slowly clearing head, she leaned forward and began again
to lick slowly, finally drawing a nipple inside her hot mouth and the flood began
again.  Smaller this time, to be sure, but a flood none the less.  She was still
surprised that she liked the way it tasted and emptied both breasts rather
quickly. Then, she pushed Hilda onto her back and began to eat her.  Hilda
groaned and thrashed, linking one leg over Sherry's shoulders, pulling her in
even tighter. Sherry didn't disappoint her. The hours passed. Hilda gave a yelp. 
"The time!  The party!  We've got to get a move on!" They rushed to get dressed
and were out in the street in minutes.  Sherry had made up her mind.


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The Adventures of Heather, Part 27H   [A-H]

by Ramapo


"Where the hell are you taking me?"  Heather giggled nervously as they hustled
through the dim isles of the British Museum. They had taken a cab to the back
door from the restaurant and had come in using Shannon's security badge in the
back door's mag stripe reader. "Can't we look around a bit?"  Shannon had a hand
firmly in her back and kept Heather moving smartly along. "No time.  Sorry. 
Here, through this door.  Watch the steps.  Go down two levels."  There, a long
hallway opened before them with doors opening off it every few yards.  It smelled
just a bit musty.  Finally, Shannon stopped and pulled a key from her purse and
opened the door.  Inside, it was a smallish office absolutely stuffed with
cabinets and a small desk.  The overhead light and light on the desk managed to
light the place reasonably well. "Wow, not much space."  Heather commented.  On
the top of one of the cabinets, Heather found herself looking into the ancient
gaze of Queen Hapshetsut herself.  The bust looked new.  She reached out her hand
to touch the face. "Ummm, please don't.  It's the original.  We have to wear
plastic gloves when we handle them, to keep the oil and acid from our skin off
the paint and stone. Sorry." "She was very beautiful." "Yes, like you."  Shannon
replied. Heather blushed.  "OK, OK, when are you going to tell me what's going
on?" Shannon had opened the door to the adjoining room and pulled her inside. 
She was surprised to find a nice carpet under her feet and blue drapes hanging
from the walls. "We're going to dress you up just like the Queen. Strip off." 
Shannon began to unbutton Heather's blouse. "What?  Here?  Now?"  Heather stepped
back from Shannon's eager hands, her blouse gapping open.  Her deep cleavage and
upthrust breasts were pushing the fabric open. "Sure.  I've wanted to do this
since I first came here, but you can't do it alone.  But, I have keys to all the
stuff we need and you are perfect.  Well, these titties (her hands brushed over
the firm flesh) are bigger than we think she was, but, height, hair, colouring,
perfect.  Come on, we'll take some pictures to remember it."  Her hands resumed
their work. Heather stepped back again.  It sounded like fun. She was grinning. 
"On one condition." "What?"  Shannon looked up. "You strip off as well."  Heather
had a big grin on her face. "I can't.  I promised my lover I wouldn't fool around
and this Summer I've managed to get this far, but I'm not sure I can keep that
promise with you around.  I'm very attracted to you. In case you hadn't noticed."
"Tough.  If you want me to prance around like the Queen for you, we get naked
together."  Heather didn't want to foul up Shannon's love life, but now that she
had laid on her demand, she didn't want to back off. Reluctantly, Shannon gave
in.  "OK.  But don't get fresh."  She eyed Heather.  It was hopeless.  She knew
she'd end up on the floor with this very likeable, sexy American and already she
felt the tension in her chest and belly as her arousal climbed. Heather stripped
down and then peeled off her bra and panties and faced Shannon.  Shannon's eyes
were taking in Heather's abundant form. It was warm in the room, but Shannon's
gaze had Heather very hot and her nipples were growing in length. "Gosh."  Was
all Shannon could get out.  She bit her lower lip. "Now you."  Heather's voice
was soft. Shannon's body was pale and her skin so fine and delicate it was almost
translucent.  The network of fragile blue veins in her breasts was very visible,
leading to pink areolas and small nipples, standing out just a bit and obviously
very hard.  There wasn't a visible blemish on her whole body. Heather stepped
close and without warning, took Shannon's right breast in her hand and held it. 
Then she kissed her.  It was a long kiss.  It left Shannon trembling. "You
promised not to get fresh."  She whispered in Heather's ear as their bodies
flowed into each other. The hot, firm flesh of Heather's right breast pressing
against her breastbone felt wonderful and she relaxed against it. "No I didn't. 
Are you really complaining?" "No.  Oh, this is nice."  Shannon's right hand
travelled up from Heather's waist and began to explore Heather's other breast. 
Now it was Heather's turn to shiver a bit. "Ummmmmm.  I like that." "So
beautiful."  Shannon half moaned in Heather's ear. They stood there together for
a few moments and Shannon slowly pulled back. "I really do want some pictures. 
Can we wait a bit.  Don't be mad." "I'm not mad.  Sounds like fun.  What do we
do." Heather grinned. Shannon became quite animated.  She pulled a chair over and
Heather sat down and in a flash, she was re-working Heather's hair into an
Egyptian style.  With no mirrors in the room, Heather couldn't tell what was
going on or what she looked like.  After a bit, Shannon moved Heather over by a
small table at the side of the room and produced a makeup kit.  She carefully
removed the little makeup Heather wore and began to apply the bold colours and
black outlining used by the Queen. Having painted quite a few statues of the
Queen, Shannon knew exactly what and where to apply it and her hands moved
quickly and accurately over and around Heather's face. "There."  Shannon sat
back.  "Now, we are going to dress you.  Except for the sandals and the dress,
the rest of this stuff is really the original stuff from her tomb.  So be very,
very careful.  If anybody knew we took it out and actually put it on you, I'd be
killed and out of a job so fast." "Are you sure we should do this?  I mean...."
"We'll be very careful.  Hey, all I've done this Summer is to eat and sleep with
this babe.  I've got her on the brain.  I want to see what she'd look like with
the stuff on.  All these fuddy-duddies around here would never dream of actually
dressing someone up.  OK, let me go get the stuff from the cabinets.  Back in a
few.  Here, take this, but don't put it on just yet. And, don't look in a mirror
till we're all done, I want you to be surprised." "OK.  I'll be careful." Shannon
had handed her an oddly shaped object that had a bulbous handle and then what
appeared to be a scoop underneath, not unlike an ornate small grain or seed
scoop.  She had no idea how she was to put it on. Or where.  She turned it over
and on the bottom of the scoop was the cartouche of the queen.  At least that's
what she guessed it was. Shannon came back and carefully attached a delicate gold
chain around her waist and let is rest on her hips.  It had small gold rings
attached around it and a dangle with a small pendant of green stone hung down the
back, pulling the chain between her cheeks. It felt good.  Heather noticed that
Shannon's hands lingered for just a moment over her ass as she guided the dangle
into place.  Her nails left her buttocks tingling. "Ummmmmm...."  Heather
responded to the fondling, instantly reacting to the tightening in her belly.
"Sorry."  Shannon was beet red.  "I..." "Don't apologize, just dress me." Shannon
was back with three other chains.  "These idiots still haven't figured out what
the queen did with these.  They think they're bracelets."  She was grinning. She
reached for Heather's left breast and nipple, but drew her hand back.  Heather
could see her breath had quickened. "What's the matter?" "I.  It's getting me
horny.  Maybe we should stop. I don't think....." Heather just reached out and
gently pulled her hands onto her breast, feeling the nipple tighten and tingle. 
"In for an ounce, in for a pound.  We'll be good.  At least, we'll try." Shannon
stared at Heather, her hands burning hot from the contact with Heather's very
firm tit.  Slowly, she moved her eyes down and forced her hands to move, but took
the opportunity to stroke the breast lovingly. She moved a small ring to the end
of Heather's nipple. "You have such gorgeous breasts." "Thank you.  So do you."
"This might hurt.  She was obviously smaller than you.  I mean, her nipples."
"I'll be brave.    Ouch!"  Heather yelped. The ring was suddenly all the way down
at the base of the nipple.  The gold chain hung out a good five inches from
Heather's flat and fluttering belly, swinging gently.  The nipple burned from
Shannon's abrupt pinch and pull.  The burn settled down into a flow of hot sparks
across her breast.  She was so focused and turned on by the feeling, she hardly
noticed Shannon reach for her other nipple and then, the stabbing pain caused her
to yelp again. "Ouch!  That hurts!  At least at first.  Then, it's really getting
me horny.  My nipples are on fire." Shannon was staring at the now totally turgid
points, sticking out to their unusual length.  The two chains swung. "Wow.  Those
are some nipples." "Shut up and rub them a bit.  They sting.  Maybe the rings are
too tight." Shannon, her reluctance falling away by the second, welcomed the
invitation to rub the long dark spears.  They were rock hard in the palm of her
hand and the heat from her hand sent a wave of arousal down Heather's front to
her pussy. "Ohhhhhh.  That's more like it.  Rub them hard." Shannon obliged for a
few seconds.  Heather was breathing hard and her eyes were closed.  Shannon
started to lean forward to kiss her, but pulled back when Heather opened her
eyes.  She dropped her hands. "Now what?" The question brought Shannon back to
the subject at hand.  "We, ah, we.  Here, we hook these rings through the rings
on the waist chain.  And then, we attached these dangles to the hooks on the
chains from your nipples."  The weight of the beautiful teardrop red stones was
sending waves of heat through her chest as the stones bounced slightly and swung
from the chains. "God, Shannon, I'm getting so hot."  The chain in her butt was
now pressing against her tightly and the stone was banging on the inside of her
thighs.  Her ass tingled. "I can see that.  Me too.  As if you couldn't tell."  A
beautiful rose blush was spreading across Shannon's upper chest. Heather stroked
her shoulders, holder her eyes locked with her own, then ran her hands down over
the translucent skinned teardrop breasts.  Shannon's breath caught from the heat
of Heather's hands and then her eyes fluttered as she lost her concentration.  In
a flash, she was more turned on than she had ever been in her life.  Heather's
hands fell away and Shannon opened her eyes. "Heather......" "Get me dressed
first." "I don't think I can wait." "Yes, hurry up and then we can." Shannon
brought over sandals and helped Heather to get the complex wrappings right.  By
the time they were done, Heather was near orgasm from all the sensations in her
ass and nipples from the swinging and jerking on the flesh. Next came neck chains
of many kinds.  Finally, Shannon produced a pullover that was more sheer than
anything Heather had ever seen.  Almost invisible on her, it clung and hung to
her form and yet somehow did nothing to interfere with the chains and dangles. 
It felt wonderful.  Unexpectedly warm, but revealing everything. Then, Shannon
came back with a tray and produced a spectacular gold mesh piece that went to the
base of her neck and flowed over her shoulders and down over the tops of her
breasts, flowing into the valley between them like some sort of cape.  The weight
surprised her and further, it added to the steady sensations in her tits and
somehow, amplified them. "OK.  Now, the last piece."  Shannon lifted the grain
scoop from the table. "What the heck is that thing?"  Heather had never felt so
alive, in a sexual trance. Her mind was a bit fuzzy, but every nerve in her skin
and groin seemed to be directly plugged into her pleasure center and she was
building up to an overload.  In spite of this, she began to understand the
scoop's true function as Shannon gripped it from the base of the scoop and turned
the oddly bulbous  handle" upward and toward Heather's lower belly. Heather
answered her own question.  "It's a dildo!" she whispered and her pussy pulsed
with excitement and anticipation. Shannon lowered it and raised the pullover. The
head of the dildo found Heather's prominent mound in  a smooth steady motion and
then effortlessly buried itself to the hilt in Heather's pussy.  Shannon let go
and in spite of the intensely pleasurable distraction of the sudden penetration,
Heather was amazed it didn't just fall out.  Her muscles seem to fit perfectly
around the base of the bulb and held it firmly inside.. The odd shaped bulb
inside her was pressing lightly on her "G-Spot" and sending a steady stream of
fire inside her loins.  Her pussy kept clamping down on it in reflex and every
time they did, it pressed on the spot and sent a jolt straight up her spine. The
scoop was in fact a special shield that went across the entire front of Heather's
copious bush, hiding it, yet pressing tightly back against her in a very
stimulating way.  Her growing clit was being guided up a carved channel in the
back of the scoop and was now pinned up and back, well past her swollen open lips
and up onto her pubic bone. She was trembling now from all the stimulation and
felt an orgasm approaching. "Shannon, God, I'm so close.  I'm going to come any
second!  Owww....."  The moan somehow focused Shannon. She had dreamed of doing
this for so many nights as her hand she pleasured herself in the dim light of her
bedroom.  And now....... Before her stood the most exotic figure she had ever
seen.  It was Hapshetsut herself.  Her goal within reach, she somehow backed away
and grabbed the camera and charged the flash.  Telling Heather instructions
quickly, she modelled this way and that as Shannon ran through a quick roll and
then changed film.  Heather was too far gone to argue and barely heard Shannon.
Somehow, she fought back the orgasm and followed instructions. "Hurry.  I need to
come so bad.  I think I'm almost there."  Heather was breathless.  The feedback
cycle between her legs and the bounce of the weights on her tits was more than
she could bear.  Almost in total overload, she cycled higher.  Her breathing was
almost stopped from the tension and she was getting lightheaded. The flash
startled her and interrupted the orgasm just before it exploded.  Another flash,
then more and more and then the second roll of film was used up. Shannon set the
camera down and came back and stood in front of Heather. Shannon was now letting
herself fully share in the excitement and a telltale trickle of come was smeared
on the inside of her thighs.  It had been a long summer.  And now, her queen,
Hapshetsut stood before her and somehow it wasn't Heather anymore, but the queen
herself.  And Shannon did what she knew the female attendants would have done. 
For, Hapshetsut was a lesbian. Shannon slid her body against Heather and Heather
exploded at last in a wild cry and groan.  Pressing her own pubis tightly against
the shell, the small bumps of the cartouche on her side rubbed her clit and she
began to moan into Heather's mouth.  The pressure pushed the dildo back into
Heather's womb and then released it. It slammed back into Heather's "G" spot and
Heather's hips jerked hard into Shannon.  Her clit hardened further and she
gasped as the motion repeated itself again and again. "My god, Shannnnnnn." 
Heather mumbled.  "I'm going to go again..  Ohhhhh." "Me........"  to, but it
didn't come out as Shannon wailed.  "Aaahhhhhyyeeeeeee!" and her first orgasm
broke over the top and her insides pulsed and rippled. Her nipples were rock hard
and blood red from the engorged flood in her chest.  Sensitive in the extreme,
they rubbed against the sheer film of fabric and gold mesh covering Heathers's
upper body and burned with an intensity that drove the breath from her. And
again. And yet again.  The minutes flew by as the pleasure drove them on and on. 
A slick film of sweat covered their bodies as they pounded against each other in
a steady rhythm, broken only by the rapid shudders and occasional spasm of
orgasm. Somewhere between two rushes of fire, Heather realized that Shannon was
not only as hot as her, but matching her orgasm for orgasm, something that even
Traci couldn't do.  It was a first and the shared excitement drove them on,
higher and higher.  A soul mate.  A pussy mate.  At some level, the orgasms of
one triggered the next in the other.  Heather was more out of control and deeper
into the power of pure lust than anything she had ever known.  She flowed down
into the heat and musk of the emotion and drove ever harder against Shannon's
swollen mons. "We......have......to......stop.......Ahhhhh!!!" Shannon gasped
somehow, not wanting to in the least, but knowing they had to get the stuff put
away and get out of the museum soon. "Oh!  Oh!  NO!  I CAN'T STOP!!!  Yes.  YES.
YESSSSSSSS!!!!"  Heather's answer wasn't going to make it easy.  Her pelvis
slammed into Shannon.  Sparks flew through their brains. "Got   TO!...Oh, yes,
yes, yes, yes..   One more. One more, then....One MORE!!!!  Shannon promised
herself, it had to be the last.  And five minutes and one more enormous orgasm
later, she pushed herself back, gasping for air, her body still just as excited
as when they started.  It amazed her.  She liked sex and was always an energetic
partner, but this was beyond anything she had ever experienced.  To have come
like this, again and again, and still be ready for more.  No, not just ready. 
Almost addicted to having more. And another piece of her study of the queen fell
into place.  Her slaves gave themselves willingly, ready to do anything to be
with the queen.  Anything. Her breathing slowed. "Owwww.  Come back.  More." 
Heather reached for her and Shannon backed up again. "I want to.  More than
anything.  Really.  God, look at my nipples.  Ouch!  Boy are they tender!"
Shannon wailed.  They really hurt. She reached to begin taking off various
things. Heather grabbed her and pulled her close.  "More."  She slid her tongue
deep into Shannon's mouth and Shannon moaned.  Two of Heather's fingers slid into
her pussy and now she cried out and the pumping fingers lifted her back onto the
pleasure wagon and pushed her over the edge into orgasmic free fall.  She came
done and managed to get some arm bands off. Heather sucked her nipples and the
pain exploded in her brain and then intense heat and she had the first nipple
orgasm she'd ever experienced.  But, then, she managed to get a finger under the
scoop neck and pull down on the dildo.  Heather's muscles fought back and she
clamped her legs together, but Shannon was faster and it popped free and swung
upside down and Shannon placed it on the counter.  The heavy aroma of sex filled
the room. "Hey, I wasn't done yet."  Heather complained. "We have got to get out
of here.  Sooner or later the guard will be by to check and it's been too long
already.   Help me.  Stop that!  Come on."  She slapped Heather's wandering hand
off her breast. And slowly, Queen Hapshetsut became Heather again. They left the
makeup on as it would take too long to remove.  But the priceless artifacts went
back into the cases and Shannon packed the slip into its box to take home, as it
was hers.  And the sandals. She checked all the locks twice and then they turned
out the lights and retraced their steps and then were outside in the night air.
They stopped and looked at each other.  "Wow!" They both said together.  And
laughed. Arm in arm, they headed down the street.  Just before they got to the
meeting place, Shannon stopped and pulled Heather back into a dark doorway and
they kissed for a long time. "I'm sorry for making you break your promise."
Heather stroked Shannon's face and hair.  Shannon's green eyes sparkled and shot
green sparks into the night as she gazed into Heather's face.. "I'm sorry you
have to leave in a few hours.  I've never had a lover like this, I mean it was so
INTENSE..." "Shush."  Heather said softly.  "Me neither.  It was fantastic.  I
don't want to leave either, but I can't stay.  Really." "I know.  And it's time
for me to go home."  She paused.  "You know, back at the museum, you...you became
my queen.  The queen.  It was weird.  I think about her all the time and seeing
you like that...It was like it went back in time." Heather understood.  She had
felt like the queen. Shannon's queen. And Shannon was her slave.  Passion roared
through her and she found it hard to breath. She forced herself to stop thinking
about it.  It always scared her just how much she enjoyed dominating others.  It
took her to sexual highs far above her normally overactive response. "And if I
come back and visit you in Ireland and become your queen again, you will be my
slave?" Heather asked only half serious. "Oh.  Yes.  Oh, my yes."  Shannon
breathed, the very thought of it sent another chill down her spine. If only
Heather would come back to see her. They held each other a long time without
speaking. And then, at last, slowly  walked the last few yards and went up the
stairs.

The apartment was full of everyone and Heather and Shannon were the last to show
up.  The place was noisy with smoke and laughter and the tinkle of glasses. They
were both surprised that everyone was still in their clothes and in the living
room.  Donna untangled her self from a chair and came over. "Well, don't tell me
you two are also too tired now for the orgy?  Wow, some makeup job.  You have to
tell us all about what you've been up to."  She was laughing. Shannon and Heather
both blushed brightly and nodded. "Don't tell me.  You couldn't keep your hands
off of each other and now you're too tired from screwing all night."  Donna
sighed even as she laughed.. "Something like that.  Is that what happened to the
others as well?" Donna nodded.  "All of us.  Some orgy.  Get something to eat. 
Maybe next time, if there is any. At least everyone seemed to have a great time."
 She walked away. They cruised the party for a while and soon everyone was
sitting in a circle sharing their evening's adventures with the others.  There
was lots of giggling and expressions of mock shock and teasing. But they were all
impressed with how varied all the tales were and how well they had been paired
off.  Only Donna was disappointed that the group sex never got off the ground.
"Well, it was exciting to think about, anyway." They all agreed. Heather slipped
away and removed the makeup and washed her face.  Then returned to the group. By
now, Barbara and Elizabeth were sitting together, lightly holding hands.  A
start. "Well, I hate to end this, but the sun is up and we have an airplane to
catch."  Traci announced.  There were hugs all around.  Donna made sure all the
keys were accounted for.  Except for the waitress, who had called to say her
roommate was ill and they wouldn't be attending. It was quiet in the car as they
raced out to Heathrow.  More hugs before security stopped Barbara and Elizabeth. 
Promises to keep in touch and addresses were exchanged. And suddenly, they were
on the plane heading out over Ireland.  Heather fell asleep instantly and soon
Sherry joined her.  Traci wasn't far behind and snoozed until lunch was served. 
The stew in first class came by and handed Traci a message. "For the brunette in
the middle.  When she wakes." The stewardess was slim and sleek, even in her
uniform. Obviously closely tailored beyond normally company requirements.  Dark
hair, a layer cut down the back of her neck, emphasizing one of her best
features.  Smoky eyes.  Bangs. Traci put the message on the food tray and resumed
eating. Back at the first class galley, the stew resumed filling pots with hot
coffee and preparing to gather trash.  The other stew working the section joined
her briefly.  Her blonde hair rich figure contrasted the slim figure of the
other. "What did she say to your invitation?" "Sleeping.  A bit tired from last
night.  Donna said I should enjoy her based on her activities from last night."
"Mind if I join you?" "Not in the least."  She looked around and no one was
looking.  She pulled the breaker on lights of the toilet on the plane least able
to be seen by all the first class passengers and hung an "Out of Order" sign on
the handle.  A brief call to the cockpit to explain the breaker as a clogged john
to keep them from getting alarmed. "All set." "A bit optimistic, aren't we?"
"Seems a sure thing, according to Donna."  She squeezed the blondes arm as she
went by. "Let her sleep for a while.  Then, the games will begin.  I get first
crack."  They both started laughing at the bad pun.  Actually, the blonde was far
more interested in the other stew than Heather.  Screwing women in the bathroom
was intense and scary. Especially on these West to East crossings in daylight
with most passengers awake. They started up the isle clearing and pouring seconds
of coffee and tea. Heather slept on for quite a bit and then woke up, needing to
use the bathroom.  She glanced at Traci and noticed she had a blanket pulled up
to her chin and was sleeping soundly.  She had a slip of paper in one hand,
folded over. Heather unbuckled and headed back down the isle. The dark haired
stew seemed to expect her, for some reason.  Heather noticed the out of order
sign. The other bathroom was busy, but only the two stews were around and
everyone else was watching a movie or asleep. "Can we use this?"  Heather asked,
more than a bit uncomfortable. "Perfect."  The stew took Heather's question as an
answer to her unread invitation.  She nodded to the other stew who headed over as
Heather unlocked the door.  As she stepped in, the other two followed her and in
a second the door shut and was locked, but no lights came on. "Oh.    OH!"  The
hot hands on her breasts were a shock and in seconds her top was out of her pants
and she was twisted sideways with one leg bent at the knee and up on the lid of
the john.  She was immobilized. "Please.  I have to pee."  She realized it must
be the stew in here with her.  Surprised, but not scared. It was only sex. A
husky voice told her to be quiet and a hot hand unhooked her bra while another
unsnapped her jeans and unzipped them.  The hands travelled down and up and a
palm took her left breast and the other travelled into her underway from the rear
and a slim finger was inserted into her pussy from the rear.  Peeing was
forgotten. She became aware of other hands on the woman doing her and realized
the other stew was in with them.  She groaned as her clit popped out and pressed
into the tight panties pressing into her slit. It was only thirty minutes.  But
it was a hell of an orgy.  Donna would have been proud.

End of Part 27








>From racerx@cloud.net Sun Jan 05 19:45:59 1997 From: pjchris@cpcug.org 
(pjchris@cpcug.org) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: NEW STORY: Heather
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The Adventures of Heather, Part 27E   [E-H]

by Ramapo



Heather and Shannon were now chatting like old friends. "I've been good all
summer.  I promised I'd be good and not cheat, but it's been so hard." Shannon
explained to Heather.  She looked sideways at Heather's abundant curves.  Gosh,
this was a mistake. She'd never get through the night. "That's very loyal of you.
 What kind of art history have you gotten interested in?" "Well, it's a bit
strange, but Egyptian art seems to really attract me.  I've been working on a
project all summer to recreate in perfect detail one of the outfits of Queen
Hapshetsut.  As a matter of fact, I finished the outfit last week and now am
writing up the report.  What I really need is...."  Her eyes went wide.  "Listen,
I need pictures of someone in the outfit, and you would be perfect!  You're just
the right height and build.  We'll, the boobs are a bit much, but that would just
make the effect all that more impressive!" "What, tonight?  When would we have
time to do that?"  It sounded different though, and quite unexpected! "Sure, we
could do it.  Finish up eating, skip dessert and go over to the museum and take
the pictures.  A couple of hours should do it.  Are you game?" Heather couldn't
see herself as an Egyptian.  The picture just wouldn't come for her.  But,
Shannon was nice, and it would be something very different.  "Sure, why not.  But
I don't think this is what Donna had in mind." "Oh, I think Donna would approve."
 Shannon had a impish grin and turned to the hot food just put in front of her.
Heather began to eat.  An Egyptian queen.  She tried to remember what they wore. 
Vague images of statues and heads came to her, but nothing very clear. Finally,
she gave it up and concentrated on eating.

Barbara and Lilly didn't talk much during dinner. They both felt a bit ill at
ease and struggled to find something in common.  Donna said they would have
something in common, but so far they weren't connecting. Barbara finally said,
"We don't seem to have much in common, do we?" "No.  The only thing we haven't
talked about is school." "Well, I went to St. Martins up north," Barbara said,
knowing it was small and very exclusive. "What!  That's where I went!  I mean, in
different years than you, I'm sure."  Lilly exclaimed. Barbara was amazed.  "That
is amazing.  How did you wangle that?"  She suddenly had a new respect for the
girl.  It required lots of money and even more important, pull. "Rich Uncle who
expected me to marry into wealth and had enough clout to get me in.  I graduated
with honours.  But he didn't know I was gay and there was no hope for his plan." 
She laughed. They raised their glasses and toasted their alma mater. "Barbara,
you seem like you have a lot more on your mind than this evening, if I may be so
bold." "Well, it's no secret that my husband isn't exactly a stay at home type,
if you know what I mean, and I've worked hard at figuring out how to curtail his
activities in that direction.  I think I've got some leverage now, but I'm not
sure how to use it." "Leverage?  Oh, you've got something on him. Pictures?" "Of
him? Heavens no!  Of the women."  Barbara laughed. "I'm not sure how that would
work.  Surely they have nothing to loose from a fling with him." Barbara told her
what the girls had done at the party.  She reached in her purse and pulled out a
couple of the shots.  The negatives were under safe lock and key. Lilly gasped
when she recognized the women the pictures.  "I know all three of these women.  I
mean, the ones getting done here.  They come in my bar all the time!  And I can
tell you that your husband isn't the only one ploughing their fields." "Well, I
don't know how to stop it without exposing myself." "Well, let's go for a walk
and figure it out.  With these pictures, surely we can stop them and protect you
and your husband."  Barbara settled the tab and gave an enormous tip to the
waitress, then they excused themselves and went for a walk.  After an hour, they
drifted up to Lilly's flat, poured a couple of stiff drinks and continued
plotting and planning.  The hours drifted by and they both got a bit drunk and
began to giggle as they thought up more and more outrageous solutions.  It was
when Lilly was bending over and pouring another drink and caught Barbara staring
down her blouse at her very visible tits that she made a move and kissed Barbara.
Barbara responded and Lilly began to unbutton her blouse and lightly stroke her
small hard breasts.  She whispered in Barbara's ear, "I think this is what Donna
had in mind for us." Barbara closed her eyes and let Lilly take the lead.  She
wasn't sorry.

Donna and Elizabeth chatted during dinner and were the last to leave.  Out on the
street, Elizabeth turned and said, "I know this is a bit bold, but what I need
right now is a good fuck.  Are you game?  God, I can't believe I just said that!"
Donna smiled, linked her arm in Elizabeth's and said, "That is the best idea I've
heard all day.  Come, my lady, and let me devour you until you've had your fill."
And down the street they went.  The waitress watched them go, wishing they had
invited her along to the party.  She turned away from the window and began
clearing the table.  Donna was suddenly back at her elbow.  "Would you like to
join us later?" "Yes.  Yes, please!" Donna pressed a key and directions into her
hand. "Don't keep us waiting!" "Can I bring my roommate?" "Ummm, OK, but no one
else, right?" "Promise." And Donna rejoined Elizabeth and headed off at a fast
clip.  They were both eager to get their evening started as quickly as possible.

Terry looked over at Traci.  She was immediately very attracted to this
beautiful, polished  woman. Shapely, poised, self-confident.  Her own style was a
bit different.  She favoured the blowsy look, with hair a bit too big and loose,
clothes a bit tight. Blatantly sexy at times, like tonight. She hung out in bars
a lot, looking for a woman to sleep with, putting up with the constant attempts
of men to pick her up.  She favoured picking up straights and seducing them as
mostly a contest.  Traci was clearly not straight. But, she was attracted to her
anyway. Traci studied Terry as they talked.  Near the end of dinner, Traci
admitted she was tired from the trip and probably shouldn't have come to the
party.  She was afraid she'd disappoint everyone. "Well, let's go back to my
place for a bit and just talk then."  It sounded like a lovely idea.  No
pressure.  Just relaxing chatting. Terry smiled secretly as they got in her car
for the short ride to her flat.  Phase one was working just fine.  I have just
the cure for being a bit tired, she was thinking to herself.

Barbara and Lilly hit on a simple plan to use the pictures.  It would involve
Lilly's help, but protect Barbara.  Lilly had moved behind Barbara and begun
rubbing her shoulders and back.  It felt marvellous and Barbara leaned into the
soothing contact.  She was glad Donna hadn't paired her with Elizabeth because
she was almost certain that at the actual moment of making love, she'd suddenly
get scared, or realize that this attraction to women she had been developing was
nothing but a passing interest.  She didn't want to hurt her or force her away. 
The last two days had taught her just how close she was to her and the last thing
in the world she wanted was to loose her as a friend.  She knew it might prove
impossible for Elizabeth to accept a continued platonic relationship now, but
there wasn't anything she could do about that.  This chance to explore with Lilly
might help resolve some of her own fears and get her own mind straight about who
she was, anyway. Barbara took another long pull on her glass of wine and drained
it.  Lilly's hands were gentler now. She had pulled Barbara's blouse out of her
slacks and the tips of her fingers were tracing the small of her back just above
the belt line. She turned and looked at Lilly.  "Take me to bed and make love to
me." Lilly wanted that, but held back.  "I thought you and Elizabeth, well,
were...." "I don't know what we are right now.  I'm very new to even thinking
about women this way.  It's exciting and scary and quite confusing." "Have you
ever.....?" "No.  Well, there was that encounter with Heather on the plane, but
it was just, well, not exactly the full experience.  Frankly, I need to try this
out and see how I feel.  Please don't be offended." Lilly sat for a long moment. 
She would be Barbara's first.  It had been a long, long time since she had had an
opportunity to be anyone's first. "I promise to be gentle and stop if you want. 
I won't be offended in the least.  I had all those feelings once a long, long
time ago while growing up. I almost forgot how terrified I was of really
admitting who I was or might be.  I understand, really."  Lilly sat silent. Then
she hugged Barbara and took her hand and lead her back to the bedroom.  Once
there, she closed the door and pulled the blinds.  It was dark in the room now
and Barbara heard Lilly moving around, covers being pulled off the bed.  And then
she was back, a soft warm presence just in front of her. "Let me undress you. 
Close your eyes and just enjoy the experience.  We're going to go real slow. When
you're ready."  Her fingers brushed Barbara's lips and down her neck and began
slowly unbuttoning the already loose blouse.  The long nails felt good as they
gently scrapped along the skin between her breasts and the buttons came away. 
Fingertips travelled over her belly and naval and she trembled a bit.  It tickled
just a bit, but she felt her ardour rising.  Lilly was moving very slowly and
making a small project out of each button. Then the blouse was open and cool air
flowed around her warming waist, followed by Lilly's warm hands, tracing her
curves above her hips and up under her arms, then forward to the swell of her
breasts in her bra, but not touching there, not yet.  Barbara found herself
wanting Lilly to touch her there, to fondle her.  Her nipples hardened.  And
Barbara's breath came faster and she sighed very gently. Lilly became very
excited herself as she realised Barbara was becoming excited and fought her own
desire to move faster.  Slow would be better.  The rest would come later.  Now
she was sure. Fingers slid the blouse over her shoulders and it fell, a low swoop
in the back and hung from Barbara's arms and the crook of her elbows.  Lilly
moved behind her and began to stroke her long neck and upper back. Lilly could
feel the goose bumps on Barbara's skin rise and fall from the sensation of cool
air and warm hands. She eased the blouse down her arms and it fell at their feet.
Barbara was now tingling.  She felt herself becoming more and more relaxed as
this gentle woman continued to pleasure and undress her.  She sighed again,
louder. Lilly's practised fingers found the bra clasp at the back and the straps
went slack.  Barbara didn't need much support, but the release left her nipples
scraping the back of the material in the cups and they hardened and wrinkled. 
Tiny sparks were shooting down her front and into her brain from the now very
sensitive tips.  Lilly's hands slid around her sides and pushed the cups free and
the air hit her nipples, followed a second later by the very warm, soft skin of
the palms of Lilly's hands as they cupped the firm breasts and drove the nipples
hard against her skin. The cold followed by heat was electric and Barbara's chest
was almost glowing with heat. "Oh!"  She sighed more than exclaimed.  "How
delightful." "You have beautiful breasts.  So firm.  The nipples so hard to the
touch." Lilly moved around front and Barbara trembled as Lilly took a hard pebble
of nipple between her lips, then pulled the areola inside her mouth, then more of
the breast and began to wash the sensitive skin with her tongue.  Wet and heat
poured in as the sensations flowing from her chest and Barbara's breath was now
very ragged.  Lilly moved from swelling to swelling, savouring the wonderful
taste of this woman's skin, the hardness of the pebble in her mouth against her
tongue. Her hands were busy, tracing curves of lower back and belly, then
releasing Barbara's top buttons on the pants at the side and the zipper slid down
silently and the pants fell to the floor. Barbara was lost in sensations and
arousal like she had rarely every experienced before and her arousal was
cascading upward.  Her pants fell and the cool air hit her belly above her bikini
panties and the tension building between her legs spread upward in a wave. Lilly
moved her back to the edge of the bed and eased her down on it. She stripped to
her own underwear, but left the bra and panties on.  Then she pulled Barbara's
sandals off and her pants fell by the edge of the bed.  She rubbed Barbara's feet
for several moments in long strokes, diverting Barbara's attention from the glow
above and then she began to pull toes into her mouth, washing them with her
tongue. This was totally unexpected and Barbara groaned and gasped loudly.  It
felt wonderful!  And powerfully sexy in a way she couldn't describe.  Lilly was
taking complete control of her body and this was just another stop on the way to,
to what?  Bliss.  Barbara groaned again as Lilly's hands moved up and down her
calves and back of her legs at the knee.  That was a sensation Barbara loved and
always made her hot.  Tonight, it was petrol on an already raging fire that was
sweeping her away. Lilly moved onto the bed beside Barbara and returned to
kissing her breasts and neck, slowing working down to her stomach and the tops of
her panties.  Then back up.  Then down.  This time, Barbara lifted her hips and
Lilly slid the panties down to her knees in a practised motion.  Bending her
legs, moved them to her ankles and then stepped out of them. The kisses
progressed to the top of her bush and Barbara was so excited her pussy had
swollen and opened and presented an open invitation to be entered. Lubrication
glistened in the dim light between the lips. Lilly knew it was time to take
Barbara to her orgasm, that she was ready.  More than ready.  The sweet aroma of
Barbara's strong arousal filled the room and Lilly was more than just a little
excited herself. She sat back and swiftly removed the bra from her own somewhat
larger breasts.  They drooped and swung down and free and the nipples scrapped
along the sheet as she moved back to Barbara's belly.  Her hands moved back and
pushed her own panties off her hips and down to her knees.  A practised knee came
up and the panties were caught on her heel and pushed down and off her other leg.
 Her pussy was on fire. The kisses moved lower through the sparse bush and
finally, she was kissing the very top of the waiting womanhood.  Her left hand
was tracing circles on the back of Barbara's thighs, still bent at the knee and
above the bed, and her right was squeezing the right nipple, cupping the breast
from the side.. A darting tongue slid into the top of the crack, above the hood
of Barbara's now rigid clit.  The sensation caused Barbara to shudder and push
back at the tongue.  If she had thought she might rebel at another woman doing
this to her, the thought was gone as the tongue found her. "Oh, yes.  My.  Oh,
My.  That.....is......so.....I don't believe....Oh!"  Barbara raised and her left
arm and pressed the back of Lilly's head down into her. Her other arm came up and
fell over her eyes and she gasped.  She was on fire now and could feel and
approaching orgasm.  Normally, she could control the pace, but now, she was on a
raging flood of waves of tension and heat and she slid further and further out of
any conscious control. Lilly's breasts were swaying and rubbing the sheets as she
rode Barbara's heaving mons up and down. The nipples were on fire, a feeling that
had her pussy swollen and her own sexual tension rising higher and higher.  She
swung one leg over Barbara's still upraised knee and began to rub her well
lubricated lips over the thrusting thigh.  The pressure was just perfect for her
and she buried her face back in Barbara's totally exposed pussy.  As her tongue
entered deep into Barbara for the first time, a hot flood of pent up fluid flowed
from her and Lilly swallowed quickly and kept licking deep inside. Barbara's arm
slammed the bed and she lifted her head and began to thrash.  Well beyond the
point where she normally orgasmed, the tension drove her higher and higher and
she began to wail a non-stop litany of blessings and curses.  Her hand remained
buried in Lilly's hair and she pressed her harder and harder against her.  The
heat of Lilly's now very slippery cunt on her thigh was adding to her own
excitement.  In addition, the thigh was thrashing from side to side as Barbara's
body spasmed from the waves of electricity racing up and down her spine. Lilly
was there, hanging on the threshold of orgasm, her belly pulsing with rapid
tremors.  In seconds, she'd come.  She fought to distract herself, wanting
Barbara to join her.  She lifted up to remove the pressure from between her legs
but the leg lifted to follow her.  Barbara was trying to respond and
unconsciously followed the retreating pussy up a few inches and found it again.
"God....."  Lilly moaned into the depths of Barbara's cunt. The purple lips
spread across the surging thigh and a fresh flow spread down the side of the leg
and dripped on the bed. "Ahhhhh!"  Barbara continued to wail.  Lilly raked her
tongue over Barbara's rigid clit over and over and then, Barbara stiffened and
her orgasm began with a massive shudder that drove her down into the bed and back
up.  Her leg drove down on the bed and Lilly, no longer supported by the hot
flesh, felt herself fall back down onto the leg and the scraping of her clit
along the barely noticeable stubble on Barbara's leg shot a lightening bolt
through her belly and up her spine and she came seconds behind Barbara. The spot
of white light exploded in Barbara's brain and she orgasmed in a series of pulses
that exploded again and again in her belly, the tension and release flooding her
with pleasure and tingles of shooting heat and tingles.  Her fist had balled the
sheet as she gripped it over and over and now her arm was rigid as she pulled the
sheet harder and harder. "Uhnnnnnngh.    Ungh!    Ungh!  Ahhhhh.......yes, oh
yeeeessssss.....shimmmmm....." Lilly was lost in her own bliss and she continued
to bump down hard on the hard thigh, her second orgasm racing behind the first
and this time, she slid into it and floated away on the wave of tension that
stiffened her, then released in short jerks over and over. It was several minutes
before she crawled back up and lay with Lilly.  Barbara stroked her arm and
hugged her close. "Now that was the best orgasm I've ever had!" Lilly was
pleased.  She knew she was a good lover. It was nice to hear, just the same. "I
think you were really ready to let your guard down and let your true feelings
out."  Lilly softly suggested. "Well, I don't think there's any doubt about
that!" She eased off the bed and found the door.  Back from the bathroom a minute
later, she pushed Lilly back on the bed and lowered her head to the woman's
breast.  "My turn."  She mumbled as she returned the favour.  Lilly sighed and
stroked Barbara's belly with the back of her hand.  Barbara caught on fast.  She
sighed and moaned. The hours slipped away.



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The Adventures of Heather, Part 27D   [A-H]

By Ramapo


In the car, Barbara drove and Elizabeth sat up front.  Traci, Heather and Sherry
sat in the back. Sherry pulled out a brush and scooted up and handed it to
Heather and asked her to do her hair.  The brush filled with the rich thick
golden strands and began to carefully straighten them into a flowing mass that
covered Sherry's back and upper ass. Traci leaned forward and whispered in
Heather's ear while Sherry's back was turned,  "Honey, I need you so much
tonight.  Somehow, find time for us, OK.?" Heather stopped and kissed Traci.  She
had noticed the bra on the way out of the house. "With that bra on, you know I'm
going to jump you. The only question is before or after dessert?"  She kissed her
again.  Barbara was watching in the mirror as she drove. "No fair starting
without us!"  Elizabeth turned to see what was going on.  She was not used to
women demonstrating such open affection and was surprised to see Traci's hand
rubbing Heather's breast.  Her mouth fell open in amazement, then snapped shut as
she turned away, surprised at her own embarrassment. Heather went back to
brushing.  "OK, we can wait." She knew she needed to be with Traci.  She missed
the way Traci just complete devoured her during sex.  Used her up.  All this sex
with others felt great, but never satisfied her the way the intense sex with
Traci did. Her crotch began to burn. Putting the brush down, she began to put
Sherry's hair into the complex thick braid Sherry had shown her. In just a few
minutes, the golden locks were in a beautiful braid pinned up against the back of
Sherry's head, leaving her long neck exposed.  Heather resisted the temptation to
put a hickey on it right behind the ear.  Finally she ran her hand tenderly down
Sherry's back and then sat back and began to pay attention to the ride. "Where
are we going?"  Traci asked, completely lost in the outskirts of London's sprawl.
"A little restaurant for a dinner and getting acquainted with the others, then,
who knows?" "Do you know where it is?" "Yes, generally.  I haven't been this way
in years, so I might have to scout about."  She turned down several streets and
slowed, "Well, my mind is still sound.  Here we are."  She pulled into a spot
just up the street and they walked back and entered the dimly lit restaurant.
Inside, a cute waitress spotted them and guided them to the side of the room
where several tables were pulled together to make a larger surface.  They spotted
the stewardess from the flight immediately and she came toward them smiling. "I'm
so glad you all came.  Let's get seated and I'll introduce everybody."  She took
command and guided everyone toward a specific chair.  Heather's eyes were just
getting used to the light.  She looked around as they were seated.  To her left
was an older woman, pleasant smile, in a blouse and slacks, Traci was seated just
beyond her.  The woman was paying attention to Traci and ignored Heather for the
moment beyond that brief smile of acknowledgement. Heather swung right and looked
into a pair of the greenest eyes she had ever seen.  So green they were shooting
sparks almost.  She took in the girl's beautiful face and nut brown hair and
smiled.  The eye's were fascinating.   Cool pools of excitement. They crinkled
pleasantly as she smiled back at Heather. "Hi!" the girl said.  The accent was
pure Irish! Before Heather could respond, the stewardess began tapping on her
water glass for attention. "Now, as the person responsible for even suggesting
this evening of merriment, I want to introduce everyone and set some rules for
the evening, as such.  First, let me welcome all of you to the very first group
entertainment I've ever organized.  Since it's my first, I have no real idea of
what is supposed to happen, beyond the obvious implications of group activities
of the intimate sort." Everyone laughed nervously. "Seriously, I have tried to
make it an evening of good company, fun, and then if things get a bit more rowdy,
so be it.  The plan is to have everyone eat a good meal, get to know at least one
other person fairly well, perhaps split up to go do other things, such as take in
a show, a movie, dancing, whatever, and then, for the brave of heart and
otherwise horny and eager (everyone laughed again), back to my flat for some
other entertainment of the distinctly female sort. (Some applause and more hearty
laughter.  The nervousness was fading.) "I'm going to introduce everyone.  Then,
let's eat. I'm starved.  Oh, each of you will find a key and a map to my flat
under you napkin (everyone lifted and found their key and map).  Should you
decide to return later to my place, let yourself in, then leave the key in the
jar by the door.  If you decide to push off and pass on the balance of the
evening, please discard my key and the map in different places so no one will
break in on me.  I hope to see you all later, but no one should feel obligated to
anything beyond dinner and some fun. OK?  Now, let's see...." "First, I'm Donna. 
I work for British Air as a stewardess and right now am on four days of holiday. 
I met most of our guests at work or at parties here in the city.  I'm the one to
blame if this doesn't go well and we don't enjoy ourselves. "Now, to my right is
someone we don't have to introduce, as I'm sure all us Brits know her on sight.
(Lots of smiles and nods.)  Needless to say, her reputation totally depends on
our discretion and agreement that she was never here tonight.  So, I know it's a
bit stiff, but I'm going to ask each of you to promise."  Donna looked at each in
turn and they all said softly, "Promise". "OK, I completely trust you on this. 
Now, Barbara has insisted on picking up the tab for our dinner tonight, so we are
a bit in her favour already." (Applause and thanks.) "Your reputation for honesty
and generosity are well known to all of us and I hope you enjoy the evening."
"Now, I have paired each of you up with someone from our group that seems to be a
good match.  I expect you to get to know each other a bit during dinner. After
dinner, you can do what you like with whomever, or go home.  I already said that,
I think." "To Barbara's right is Lilly.  I think you'll find you have more in
common than I am prepared to reveal publicly at this time.  I'll just say that
Lilly is self employed and is connected and leave it at that." Lilly appeared to
be a little younger than Barbara, but had that same expensive look of clothes and
hair that Barbara always had.  She and Barbara smiled at each other and said
hello. "Now, next to Lilly is Sherry, from the US.  I think I'll have to get her
beauty secrets for gorgeous hair.  You should have worn it down.  It is quite
spectacular.  Sherry works full time as a receptionist in the US and she, Heather
and Traci are good friends." "Sherry's dinner partner is Hilda.  Hilda has a
government job in the city that is secret, so unless we want her to have to lock
us up for telling us, we'll not pester her about just what or where.  I do know
she can find out things no one else can, but I don't know what.  Now, I hope she
and Sherry hit it off." Hilda and Sherry looked at each other and said hello. 
Hilda had a strong but pleasant face, full lips, and hair cut very short all over
her head. Sherry glanced down out of habit and her breath left her.  Hilda's
chest was, well, everywhere.  Sherry gulped and tried to smile and look back up. 
It was a struggle as her eyes were locked on the copious cleavage and the hint of
swollen nipples under bra and blouse.  Finally, with a great mental effort she
forced herself to look back up and found Hilda was grinning at her. She whispered
to Sherry, "I see I've got something you'd like to play with, sweetie." Sherry
was silent, but nodded slightly.  As soon as she spied the enormous tits, she
knew she do anything to get her hands on them.  All control was lost to Hilda
without a word being spoken. "Donna told me you were bonkers for big ones. Well,
we'll see about that a bit later.  And I have a surprise for you in a bit."
Sherry was again staring at the mountains next to her.  The maid earlier had only
been a warmup for this encounter.  She gulped and tried to breath.  Barbara had
continued and she missed half of what she was saying. "Next to Hilda is Heather,
also from the US. Heather just had a very successful art show in town and will be
going back to school on her return to the States.  Now, I've seated her with
Shannon, our beautiful student from Ireland, here on summer holiday for a job at
the British Museum in her study area, which I believe is ancient history?  No,
ancient art history, sorry." Heather turned and looked again at Shannon.  Pale
flawless white clear skin, nut brown hair pinned with clasps on the side of the
head and falling down her back in roles of curl.  And those green eyes smiling at
her.  A more beautiful colleen she'd never seen.  And without warning, Heather
spontaneously began to sing the classic lines from the old Irish folk song,
ending with the chorus of "From Derry Jay to Bantry Bay, from Galway to Dublin
town, no face I've seen like my fair colleen, she's the gem of Ireland's crown!"
The group was surprised at the sudden outburst of song, and Shannon's face
reddened, then clouded over as the clear contralto notes gained in volume. 
Heather missed the negative reaction and kept singing.  And the UK group,
familiar with the song, joined noisily in the chorus and then started laughing. 
Heather was very puzzled. Shannon leapt to her feet, all five enraged feet of
her.  "Stop it!  You know I hate that song!  I can't believe you put her up to
this just to get at me!"  She grabbed her purse and headed for the door. Heather
was stunned at Shannon's reaction to her well-meant compliment.  She hesitated
only a second and caught Shannon just outside the door to the restaurant.
"Shannon, please.  I didn't know!  I'm so sorry. Don't leave, please?" "I don't
blame you.  It's them!  They know how I feel about that song!"  Shannon had a
virtual thundercloud of purple anger over her head.  An Irish temper she had,
that was for sure. "It wasn't them.  I love Irish music and when I saw you and
learned you were Irish, I just started singing. Honest.  I didn't even know you'd
be here till we walked in.  You've got to believe me."  She stopped talking and
Shannon fumed. But, Shannon could see how earnest Heather was and what she said
made sense.  She began to cool off. "I'm sorry.  I know I get too angry about it.
 It's just a song.  But if you had any idea how many people want to sing that to
me....." Heather put a hand on Shannon's arm.  "Let's go back in.  They'll
understand.  Come on, we'll have a good time.  And I promise never to sing to you
again unless it's a special request, OK?" Shannon grinned.  "That's a deal.  But
don't expect me to let them just...." "Let's pretend it never happened and start
over. Hi, I'm Heather.  I think you are just stunning."  She held out her hand.
Shannon was surprised (and very pleased) at the open admiration out here on the
sidewalk.  Aggressive women were something new. "Hi, I'm Shannon.  And boy, do
you have a set of pretty titties!"  She blurted, trying to match Heather's open
come on. They both grinned. "If you're nice, you can play with them later."
Heather whispered as then went back inside. Shannon turned beet red.  Open sex
talk in a public restaurant was far beyond her experience and it got her excited
and scared.  Hardly anyone knew she was a lesbian.  Irish Catholic girls just
couldn't tell people that and expect to have a life.  No wonder Donna had said
the girls from the US were wild.  And dangerous over here. They took their seats.
 Donna looked as though she expected a lecture from Shannon, but Shannon just
took a drink of water and Donna finally went on with the introductions. "Now,
next to Shannon is another of our US cousins, Traci.  An art professor at
Heather's school, she too goes home tomorrow." "Next to her, a new friend from a
little pubbing adventure last month, is Terry.  Terry was the barmaid and while
at first glance, Traci and Terry might seem an odd couple, I sense they will find
more in common than you would think.  Anyway, I've got my fingers crossed on this
one." Terry was a redhead, with a short, very European hair style, classic
redhead looks and a sprinkling of cute freckles across her cheekbones and nose. 
Brown eyes and a trim figure in a summer dress showed off her small but perfect
breasts.  Obviously no bra. Traci wondered just what they could talk about. Bar
hopping was not her bag.  She smiled at Terry. Terry leaned close.  "Hi." "Hello,
glad to meet you."  Terry smiled. Dazzling teeth.  So rare for a Brit. "Last, we
have a very last minute addition to our group, the exquisite Elizabeth. 
Elizabeth is Barbara's personal and quite private secretary.  Just only today,
Elizabeth came out of the closet and joined tonight's fun."  (Lots of applause.) 
Donna leaned down and gave her a big hug. "That's from all of us.  Welcome from
everyone!" (More applause) "Since I got to choose, I selected Elizabeth for
myself.  After all, it's her first night out with the girls and she'll need
special handling."  (Lots of boos and ribald comments, then laughter.)  Elizabeth
was grinning and blushing deeply at the same time.  She suddenly realized the
night might actually be fun.  She leaned past Donna and glanced at Barbara.  She
was thrilled to make immediate eye contact.  Barbara winked.  Maybe it was
possible that they could have a relationship. Donna was still talking. "OK.  Oh,
the waitress is one of us, so you can relax around her.  But behave.  Barbara,
give her an outrageous tip.  Now, don't get her in trouble.  Right. On to dinner.
 Then whatever.  Now it IS supposed to be an ORGY, so SOMEBODY come back to my
place for some games later, or I'll be very disappointed."  She sat. Everyone
applauded and the table broke into polite conversation. The menus were handed
around, drinks ordered and hearty meals sorted out.  Quiet at first, as they made
each other's acquaintances, the table noise rose after a few minutes and soon
they were all chatting like old friends.  Everyone was very excited about the
fact they were planning on doing something very naughty that none of them had
ever engaged in before.  But no one was very sure how it would all begin. All but
Sherry.  Poor Sherry was almost speechless with excitement.  And Hilda played her
along, enjoying her control over the helpless girl.  A deer in the headlamps! 
Most of her life, Hilda had considered her super large breasts as something to be
ashamed of. Ugly.  Until she found out that quite a few men and, less frequently,
women, found them extremely sexy.  And some had absolute fixations about them. 
When she found one of these people, she just used this overpowering attraction to
control the relationship in any way that occurred to her.  Since she loved sex
with women, she always made sure the price for access to her tits was a lot of
sexual service.  Tonight, she planned it to be no different. "You've got to eat,
deary.  Here, let me order for you.  You have to eat something."  Hilda the menu
into Sherry's hands and helped her to order.  Sherry was in a daze. "There.  Now,
tell me all about yourself." With effort, Sherry began to talk about where she
lived, what she did.  Hilda maintained an amused interest as Sherry continued to
talk to her tits. "You've really got it bad."  Hilda finally said. "I.   I know. 
I don't understand what is happening to me.  I've always liked big breasts, but
this last week it's like I can't think of anything else.  I want to have them
too.  I can't get enough of them.  I must be a real sicko.  It's so sexist."
Hilda put her hand on her arm.  "Well, maybe it is a bit extreme.  But, we all
have things we truly enjoy, perhaps too much.  For me, it's chocolate.  Well,
there is one other thing, but that's the surprise." Sherry looked worried.  "You
aren't going to tie me up, are you?" "Heavens no!"  Hilda laughed.  "Nothing at
all like that.  Now, here's dinner.  I'm starved." Sherry brightened and began to
eat.  It diverted her attention for a while.  She squirmed a bit to ease the
pressure and tension in her belly.  Butterflies were racing around inside and she
was already very moist with anticipation.  What could Hilda's surprise be?


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The Adventures of Heather, Part 27D   [A-H]

By Ramapo


In the car, Barbara drove and Elizabeth sat up front.  Traci, Heather and Sherry
sat in the back. Sherry pulled out a brush and scooted up and handed it to
Heather and asked her to do her hair.  The brush filled with the rich thick
golden strands and began to carefully straighten them into a flowing mass that
covered Sherry's back and upper ass. Traci leaned forward and whispered in
Heather's ear while Sherry's back was turned,  "Honey, I need you so much
tonight.  Somehow, find time for us, OK.?" Heather stopped and kissed Traci.  She
had noticed the bra on the way out of the house. "With that bra on, you know I'm
going to jump you. The only question is before or after dessert?"  She kissed her
again.  Barbara was watching in the mirror as she drove. "No fair starting
without us!"  Elizabeth turned to see what was going on.  She was not used to
women demonstrating such open affection and was surprised to see Traci's hand
rubbing Heather's breast.  Her mouth fell open in amazement, then snapped shut as
she turned away, surprised at her own embarrassment. Heather went back to
brushing.  "OK, we can wait." She knew she needed to be with Traci.  She missed
the way Traci just complete devoured her during sex.  Used her up.  All this sex
with others felt great, but never satisfied her the way the intense sex with
Traci did. Her crotch began to burn. Putting the brush down, she began to put
Sherry's hair into the complex thick braid Sherry had shown her. In just a few
minutes, the golden locks were in a beautiful braid pinned up against the back of
Sherry's head, leaving her long neck exposed.  Heather resisted the temptation to
put a hickey on it right behind the ear.  Finally she ran her hand tenderly down
Sherry's back and then sat back and began to pay attention to the ride. "Where
are we going?"  Traci asked, completely lost in the outskirts of London's sprawl.
"A little restaurant for a dinner and getting acquainted with the others, then,
who knows?" "Do you know where it is?" "Yes, generally.  I haven't been this way
in years, so I might have to scout about."  She turned down several streets and
slowed, "Well, my mind is still sound.  Here we are."  She pulled into a spot
just up the street and they walked back and entered the dimly lit restaurant.
Inside, a cute waitress spotted them and guided them to the side of the room
where several tables were pulled together to make a larger surface.  They spotted
the stewardess from the flight immediately and she came toward them smiling. "I'm
so glad you all came.  Let's get seated and I'll introduce everybody."  She took
command and guided everyone toward a specific chair.  Heather's eyes were just
getting used to the light.  She looked around as they were seated.  To her left
was an older woman, pleasant smile, in a blouse and slacks, Traci was seated just
beyond her.  The woman was paying attention to Traci and ignored Heather for the
moment beyond that brief smile of acknowledgement. Heather swung right and looked
into a pair of the greenest eyes she had ever seen.  So green they were shooting
sparks almost.  She took in the girl's beautiful face and nut brown hair and
smiled.  The eye's were fascinating.   Cool pools of excitement. They crinkled
pleasantly as she smiled back at Heather. "Hi!" the girl said.  The accent was
pure Irish! Before Heather could respond, the stewardess began tapping on her
water glass for attention. "Now, as the person responsible for even suggesting
this evening of merriment, I want to introduce everyone and set some rules for
the evening, as such.  First, let me welcome all of you to the very first group
entertainment I've ever organized.  Since it's my first, I have no real idea of
what is supposed to happen, beyond the obvious implications of group activities
of the intimate sort." Everyone laughed nervously. "Seriously, I have tried to
make it an evening of good company, fun, and then if things get a bit more rowdy,
so be it.  The plan is to have everyone eat a good meal, get to know at least one
other person fairly well, perhaps split up to go do other things, such as take in
a show, a movie, dancing, whatever, and then, for the brave of heart and
otherwise horny and eager (everyone laughed again), back to my flat for some
other entertainment of the distinctly female sort. (Some applause and more hearty
laughter.  The nervousness was fading.) "I'm going to introduce everyone.  Then,
let's eat. I'm starved.  Oh, each of you will find a key and a map to my flat
under you napkin (everyone lifted and found their key and map).  Should you
decide to return later to my place, let yourself in, then leave the key in the
jar by the door.  If you decide to push off and pass on the balance of the
evening, please discard my key and the map in different places so no one will
break in on me.  I hope to see you all later, but no one should feel obligated to
anything beyond dinner and some fun. OK?  Now, let's see...." "First, I'm Donna. 
I work for British Air as a stewardess and right now am on four days of holiday. 
I met most of our guests at work or at parties here in the city.  I'm the one to
blame if this doesn't go well and we don't enjoy ourselves. "Now, to my right is
someone we don't have to introduce, as I'm sure all us Brits know her on sight.
(Lots of smiles and nods.)  Needless to say, her reputation totally depends on
our discretion and agreement that she was never here tonight.  So, I know it's a
bit stiff, but I'm going to ask each of you to promise."  Donna looked at each in
turn and they all said softly, "Promise". "OK, I completely trust you on this. 
Now, Barbara has insisted on picking up the tab for our dinner tonight, so we are
a bit in her favour already." (Applause and thanks.) "Your reputation for honesty
and generosity are well known to all of us and I hope you enjoy the evening."
"Now, I have paired each of you up with someone from our group that seems to be a
good match.  I expect you to get to know each other a bit during dinner. After
dinner, you can do what you like with whomever, or go home.  I already said that,
I think." "To Barbara's right is Lilly.  I think you'll find you have more in
common than I am prepared to reveal publicly at this time.  I'll just say that
Lilly is self employed and is connected and leave it at that." Lilly appeared to
be a little younger than Barbara, but had that same expensive look of clothes and
hair that Barbara always had.  She and Barbara smiled at each other and said
hello. "Now, next to Lilly is Sherry, from the US.  I think I'll have to get her
beauty secrets for gorgeous hair.  You should have worn it down.  It is quite
spectacular.  Sherry works full time as a receptionist in the US and she, Heather
and Traci are good friends." "Sherry's dinner partner is Hilda.  Hilda has a
government job in the city that is secret, so unless we want her to have to lock
us up for telling us, we'll not pester her about just what or where.  I do know
she can find out things no one else can, but I don't know what.  Now, I hope she
and Sherry hit it off." Hilda and Sherry looked at each other and said hello. 
Hilda had a strong but pleasant face, full lips, and hair cut very short all over
her head. Sherry glanced down out of habit and her breath left her.  Hilda's
chest was, well, everywhere.  Sherry gulped and tried to smile and look back up. 
It was a struggle as her eyes were locked on the copious cleavage and the hint of
swollen nipples under bra and blouse.  Finally, with a great mental effort she
forced herself to look back up and found Hilda was grinning at her. She whispered
to Sherry, "I see I've got something you'd like to play with, sweetie." Sherry
was silent, but nodded slightly.  As soon as she spied the enormous tits, she
knew she do anything to get her hands on them.  All control was lost to Hilda
without a word being spoken. "Donna told me you were bonkers for big ones. Well,
we'll see about that a bit later.  And I have a surprise for you in a bit."
Sherry was again staring at the mountains next to her.  The maid earlier had only
been a warmup for this encounter.  She gulped and tried to breath.  Barbara had
continued and she missed half of what she was saying. "Next to Hilda is Heather,
also from the US. Heather just had a very successful art show in town and will be
going back to school on her return to the States.  Now, I've seated her with
Shannon, our beautiful student from Ireland, here on summer holiday for a job at
the British Museum in her study area, which I believe is ancient history?  No,
ancient art history, sorry." Heather turned and looked again at Shannon.  Pale
flawless white clear skin, nut brown hair pinned with clasps on the side of the
head and falling down her back in roles of curl.  And those green eyes smiling at
her.  A more beautiful colleen she'd never seen.  And without warning, Heather
spontaneously began to sing the classic lines from the old Irish folk song,
ending with the chorus of "From Derry Jay to Bantry Bay, from Galway to Dublin
town, no face I've seen like my fair colleen, she's the gem of Ireland's crown!"
The group was surprised at the sudden outburst of song, and Shannon's face
reddened, then clouded over as the clear contralto notes gained in volume. 
Heather missed the negative reaction and kept singing.  And the UK group,
familiar with the song, joined noisily in the chorus and then started laughing. 
Heather was very puzzled. Shannon leapt to her feet, all five enraged feet of
her.  "Stop it!  You know I hate that song!  I can't believe you put her up to
this just to get at me!"  She grabbed her purse and headed for the door. Heather
was stunned at Shannon's reaction to her well-meant compliment.  She hesitated
only a second and caught Shannon just outside the door to the restaurant.
"Shannon, please.  I didn't know!  I'm so sorry. Don't leave, please?" "I don't
blame you.  It's them!  They know how I feel about that song!"  Shannon had a
virtual thundercloud of purple anger over her head.  An Irish temper she had,
that was for sure. "It wasn't them.  I love Irish music and when I saw you and
learned you were Irish, I just started singing. Honest.  I didn't even know you'd
be here till we walked in.  You've got to believe me."  She stopped talking and
Shannon fumed. But, Shannon could see how earnest Heather was and what she said
made sense.  She began to cool off. "I'm sorry.  I know I get too angry about it.
 It's just a song.  But if you had any idea how many people want to sing that to
me....." Heather put a hand on Shannon's arm.  "Let's go back in.  They'll
understand.  Come on, we'll have a good time.  And I promise never to sing to you
again unless it's a special request, OK?" Shannon grinned.  "That's a deal.  But
don't expect me to let them just...." "Let's pretend it never happened and start
over. Hi, I'm Heather.  I think you are just stunning."  She held out her hand.
Shannon was surprised (and very pleased) at the open admiration out here on the
sidewalk.  Aggressive women were something new. "Hi, I'm Shannon.  And boy, do
you have a set of pretty titties!"  She blurted, trying to match Heather's open
come on. They both grinned. "If you're nice, you can play with them later."
Heather whispered as then went back inside. Shannon turned beet red.  Open sex
talk in a public restaurant was far beyond her experience and it got her excited
and scared.  Hardly anyone knew she was a lesbian.  Irish Catholic girls just
couldn't tell people that and expect to have a life.  No wonder Donna had said
the girls from the US were wild.  And dangerous over here. They took their seats.
 Donna looked as though she expected a lecture from Shannon, but Shannon just
took a drink of water and Donna finally went on with the introductions. "Now,
next to Shannon is another of our US cousins, Traci.  An art professor at
Heather's school, she too goes home tomorrow." "Next to her, a new friend from a
little pubbing adventure last month, is Terry.  Terry was the barmaid and while
at first glance, Traci and Terry might seem an odd couple, I sense they will find
more in common than you would think.  Anyway, I've got my fingers crossed on this
one." Terry was a redhead, with a short, very European hair style, classic
redhead looks and a sprinkling of cute freckles across her cheekbones and nose. 
Brown eyes and a trim figure in a summer dress showed off her small but perfect
breasts.  Obviously no bra. Traci wondered just what they could talk about. Bar
hopping was not her bag.  She smiled at Terry. Terry leaned close.  "Hi." "Hello,
glad to meet you."  Terry smiled. Dazzling teeth.  So rare for a Brit. "Last, we
have a very last minute addition to our group, the exquisite Elizabeth. 
Elizabeth is Barbara's personal and quite private secretary.  Just only today,
Elizabeth came out of the closet and joined tonight's fun."  (Lots of applause.) 
Donna leaned down and gave her a big hug. "That's from all of us.  Welcome from
everyone!" (More applause) "Since I got to choose, I selected Elizabeth for
myself.  After all, it's her first night out with the girls and she'll need
special handling."  (Lots of boos and ribald comments, then laughter.)  Elizabeth
was grinning and blushing deeply at the same time.  She suddenly realized the
night might actually be fun.  She leaned past Donna and glanced at Barbara.  She
was thrilled to make immediate eye contact.  Barbara winked.  Maybe it was
possible that they could have a relationship. Donna was still talking. "OK.  Oh,
the waitress is one of us, so you can relax around her.  But behave.  Barbara,
give her an outrageous tip.  Now, don't get her in trouble.  Right. On to dinner.
 Then whatever.  Now it IS supposed to be an ORGY, so SOMEBODY come back to my
place for some games later, or I'll be very disappointed."  She sat. Everyone
applauded and the table broke into polite conversation. The menus were handed
around, drinks ordered and hearty meals sorted out.  Quiet at first, as they made
each other's acquaintances, the table noise rose after a few minutes and soon
they were all chatting like old friends.  Everyone was very excited about the
fact they were planning on doing something very naughty that none of them had
ever engaged in before.  But no one was very sure how it would all begin. All but
Sherry.  Poor Sherry was almost speechless with excitement.  And Hilda played her
along, enjoying her control over the helpless girl.  A deer in the headlamps! 
Most of her life, Hilda had considered her super large breasts as something to be
ashamed of. Ugly.  Until she found out that quite a few men and, less frequently,
women, found them extremely sexy.  And some had absolute fixations about them. 
When she found one of these people, she just used this overpowering attraction to
control the relationship in any way that occurred to her.  Since she loved sex
with women, she always made sure the price for access to her tits was a lot of
sexual service.  Tonight, she planned it to be no different. "You've got to eat,
deary.  Here, let me order for you.  You have to eat something."  Hilda the menu
into Sherry's hands and helped her to order.  Sherry was in a daze. "There.  Now,
tell me all about yourself." With effort, Sherry began to talk about where she
lived, what she did.  Hilda maintained an amused interest as Sherry continued to
talk to her tits. "You've really got it bad."  Hilda finally said. "I.   I know. 
I don't understand what is happening to me.  I've always liked big breasts, but
this last week it's like I can't think of anything else.  I want to have them
too.  I can't get enough of them.  I must be a real sicko.  It's so sexist."
Hilda put her hand on her arm.  "Well, maybe it is a bit extreme.  But, we all
have things we truly enjoy, perhaps too much.  For me, it's chocolate.  Well,
there is one other thing, but that's the surprise." Sherry looked worried.  "You
aren't going to tie me up, are you?" "Heavens no!"  Hilda laughed.  "Nothing at
all like that.  Now, here's dinner.  I'm starved." Sherry brightened and began to
eat.  It diverted her attention for a while.  She squirmed a bit to ease the
pressure and tension in her belly.  Butterflies were racing around inside and she
was already very moist with anticipation.  What could Hilda's surprise be?

The Adventures of Heather, Part 27E   [E-H]

by Ramapo



Heather and Shannon were now chatting like old friends. "I've been good all
summer.  I promised I'd be good and not cheat, but it's been so hard." Shannon
explained to Heather.  She looked sideways at Heather's abundant curves.  Gosh,
this was a mistake. She'd never get through the night. "That's very loyal of you.
 What kind of art history have you gotten interested in?" "Well, it's a bit
strange, but Egyptian art seems to really attract me.  I've been working on a
project all summer to recreate in perfect detail one of the outfits of Queen
Hapshetsut.  As a matter of fact, I finished the outfit last week and now am
writing up the report.  What I really need is...."  Her eyes went wide.  "Listen,
I need pictures of someone in the outfit, and you would be perfect!  You're just
the right height and build.  We'll, the boobs are a bit much, but that would just
make the effect all that more impressive!" "What, tonight?  When would we have
time to do that?"  It sounded different though, and quite unexpected! "Sure, we
could do it.  Finish up eating, skip dessert and go over to the museum and take
the pictures.  A couple of hours should do it.  Are you game?" Heather couldn't
see herself as an Egyptian.  The picture just wouldn't come for her.  But,
Shannon was nice, and it would be something very different.  "Sure, why not.  But
I don't think this is what Donna had in mind." "Oh, I think Donna would approve."
 Shannon had a impish grin and turned to the hot food just put in front of her.
Heather began to eat.  An Egyptian queen.  She tried to remember what they wore. 
Vague images of statues and heads came to her, but nothing very clear. Finally,
she gave it up and concentrated on eating.

Barbara and Lilly didn't talk much during dinner. They both felt a bit ill at
ease and struggled to find something in common.  Donna said they would have
something in common, but so far they weren't connecting. Barbara finally said,
"We don't seem to have much in common, do we?" "No.  The only thing we haven't
talked about is school." "Well, I went to St. Martins up north," Barbara said,
knowing it was small and very exclusive. "What!  That's where I went!  I mean, in
different years than you, I'm sure."  Lilly exclaimed. Barbara was amazed.  "That
is amazing.  How did you wangle that?"  She suddenly had a new respect for the
girl.  It required lots of money and even more important, pull. "Rich Uncle who
expected me to marry into wealth and had enough clout to get me in.  I graduated
with honours.  But he didn't know I was gay and there was no hope for his plan." 
She laughed. They raised their glasses and toasted their alma mater. "Barbara,
you seem like you have a lot more on your mind than this evening, if I may be so
bold." "Well, it's no secret that my husband isn't exactly a stay at home type,
if you know what I mean, and I've worked hard at figuring out how to curtail his
activities in that direction.  I think I've got some leverage now, but I'm not
sure how to use it." "Leverage?  Oh, you've got something on him. Pictures?" "Of
him? Heavens no!  Of the women."  Barbara laughed. "I'm not sure how that would
work.  Surely they have nothing to loose from a fling with him." Barbara told her
what the girls had done at the party.  She reached in her purse and pulled out a
couple of the shots.  The negatives were under safe lock and key. Lilly gasped
when she recognized the women the pictures.  "I know all three of these women.  I
mean, the ones getting done here.  They come in my bar all the time!  And I can
tell you that your husband isn't the only one ploughing their fields." "Well, I
don't know how to stop it without exposing myself." "Well, let's go for a walk
and figure it out.  With these pictures, surely we can stop them and protect you
and your husband."  Barbara settled the tab and gave an enormous tip to the
waitress, then they excused themselves and went for a walk.  After an hour, they
drifted up to Lilly's flat, poured a couple of stiff drinks and continued
plotting and planning.  The hours drifted by and they both got a bit drunk and
began to giggle as they thought up more and more outrageous solutions.  It was
when Lilly was bending over and pouring another drink and caught Barbara staring
down her blouse at her very visible tits that she made a move and kissed Barbara.
Barbara responded and Lilly began to unbutton her blouse and lightly stroke her
small hard breasts.  She whispered in Barbara's ear, "I think this is what Donna
had in mind for us." Barbara closed her eyes and let Lilly take the lead.  She
wasn't sorry.

Donna and Elizabeth chatted during dinner and were the last to leave.  Out on the
street, Elizabeth turned and said, "I know this is a bit bold, but what I need
right now is a good fuck.  Are you game?  God, I can't believe I just said that!"
Donna smiled, linked her arm in Elizabeth's and said, "That is the best idea I've
heard all day.  Come, my lady, and let me devour you until you've had your fill."
And down the street they went.  The waitress watched them go, wishing they had
invited her along to the party.  She turned away from the window and began
clearing the table.  Donna was suddenly back at her elbow.  "Would you like to
join us later?" "Yes.  Yes, please!" Donna pressed a key and directions into her
hand. "Don't keep us waiting!" "Can I bring my roommate?" "Ummm, OK, but no one
else, right?" "Promise." And Donna rejoined Elizabeth and headed off at a fast
clip.  They were both eager to get their evening started as quickly as possible.

Terry looked over at Traci.  She was immediately very attracted to this
beautiful, polished  woman. Shapely, poised, self-confident.  Her own style was a
bit different.  She favoured the blowsy look, with hair a bit too big and loose,
clothes a bit tight. Blatantly sexy at times, like tonight. She hung out in bars
a lot, looking for a woman to sleep with, putting up with the constant attempts
of men to pick her up.  She favoured picking up straights and seducing them as
mostly a contest.  Traci was clearly not straight. But, she was attracted to her
anyway. Traci studied Terry as they talked.  Near the end of dinner, Traci
admitted she was tired from the trip and probably shouldn't have come to the
party.  She was afraid she'd disappoint everyone. "Well, let's go back to my
place for a bit and just talk then."  It sounded like a lovely idea.  No
pressure.  Just relaxing chatting. Terry smiled secretly as they got in her car
for the short ride to her flat.  Phase one was working just fine.  I have just
the cure for being a bit tired, she was thinking to herself.

Barbara and Lilly hit on a simple plan to use the pictures.  It would involve
Lilly's help, but protect Barbara.  Lilly had moved behind Barbara and begun
rubbing her shoulders and back.  It felt marvellous and Barbara leaned into the
soothing contact.  She was glad Donna hadn't paired her with Elizabeth because
she was almost certain that at the actual moment of making love, she'd suddenly
get scared, or realize that this attraction to women she had been developing was
nothing but a passing interest.  She didn't want to hurt her or force her away. 
The last two days had taught her just how close she was to her and the last thing
in the world she wanted was to loose her as a friend.  She knew it might prove
impossible for Elizabeth to accept a continued platonic relationship now, but
there wasn't anything she could do about that.  This chance to explore with Lilly
might help resolve some of her own fears and get her own mind straight about who
she was, anyway. Barbara took another long pull on her glass of wine and drained
it.  Lilly's hands were gentler now. She had pulled Barbara's blouse out of her
slacks and the tips of her fingers were tracing the small of her back just above
the belt line. She turned and looked at Lilly.  "Take me to bed and make love to
me." Lilly wanted that, but held back.  "I thought you and Elizabeth, well,
were...." "I don't know what we are right now.  I'm very new to even thinking
about women this way.  It's exciting and scary and quite confusing." "Have you
ever.....?" "No.  Well, there was that encounter with Heather on the plane, but
it was just, well, not exactly the full experience.  Frankly, I need to try this
out and see how I feel.  Please don't be offended." Lilly sat for a long moment. 
She would be Barbara's first.  It had been a long, long time since she had had an
opportunity to be anyone's first. "I promise to be gentle and stop if you want. 
I won't be offended in the least.  I had all those feelings once a long, long
time ago while growing up. I almost forgot how terrified I was of really
admitting who I was or might be.  I understand, really."  Lilly sat silent. Then
she hugged Barbara and took her hand and lead her back to the bedroom.  Once
there, she closed the door and pulled the blinds.  It was dark in the room now
and Barbara heard Lilly moving around, covers being pulled off the bed.  And then
she was back, a soft warm presence just in front of her. "Let me undress you. 
Close your eyes and just enjoy the experience.  We're going to go real slow. When
you're ready."  Her fingers brushed Barbara's lips and down her neck and began
slowly unbuttoning the already loose blouse.  The long nails felt good as they
gently scrapped along the skin between her breasts and the buttons came away. 
Fingertips travelled over her belly and naval and she trembled a bit.  It tickled
just a bit, but she felt her ardour rising.  Lilly was moving very slowly and
making a small project out of each button. Then the blouse was open and cool air
flowed around her warming waist, followed by Lilly's warm hands, tracing her
curves above her hips and up under her arms, then forward to the swell of her
breasts in her bra, but not touching there, not yet.  Barbara found herself
wanting Lilly to touch her there, to fondle her.  Her nipples hardened.  And
Barbara's breath came faster and she sighed very gently. Lilly became very
excited herself as she realised Barbara was becoming excited and fought her own
desire to move faster.  Slow would be better.  The rest would come later.  Now
she was sure. Fingers slid the blouse over her shoulders and it fell, a low swoop
in the back and hung from Barbara's arms and the crook of her elbows.  Lilly
moved behind her and began to stroke her long neck and upper back. Lilly could
feel the goose bumps on Barbara's skin rise and fall from the sensation of cool
air and warm hands. She eased the blouse down her arms and it fell at their feet.
Barbara was now tingling.  She felt herself becoming more and more relaxed as
this gentle woman continued to pleasure and undress her.  She sighed again,
louder. Lilly's practised fingers found the bra clasp at the back and the straps
went slack.  Barbara didn't need much support, but the release left her nipples
scraping the back of the material in the cups and they hardened and wrinkled. 
Tiny sparks were shooting down her front and into her brain from the now very
sensitive tips.  Lilly's hands slid around her sides and pushed the cups free and
the air hit her nipples, followed a second later by the very warm, soft skin of
the palms of Lilly's hands as they cupped the firm breasts and drove the nipples
hard against her skin. The cold followed by heat was electric and Barbara's chest
was almost glowing with heat. "Oh!"  She sighed more than exclaimed.  "How
delightful." "You have beautiful breasts.  So firm.  The nipples so hard to the
touch." Lilly moved around front and Barbara trembled as Lilly took a hard pebble
of nipple between her lips, then pulled the areola inside her mouth, then more of
the breast and began to wash the sensitive skin with her tongue.  Wet and heat
poured in as the sensations flowing from her chest and Barbara's breath was now
very ragged.  Lilly moved from swelling to swelling, savouring the wonderful
taste of this woman's skin, the hardness of the pebble in her mouth against her
tongue. Her hands were busy, tracing curves of lower back and belly, then
releasing Barbara's top buttons on the pants at the side and the zipper slid down
silently and the pants fell to the floor. Barbara was lost in sensations and
arousal like she had rarely every experienced before and her arousal was
cascading upward.  Her pants fell and the cool air hit her belly above her bikini
panties and the tension building between her legs spread upward in a wave. Lilly
moved her back to the edge of the bed and eased her down on it. She stripped to
her own underwear, but left the bra and panties on.  Then she pulled Barbara's
sandals off and her pants fell by the edge of the bed.  She rubbed Barbara's feet
for several moments in long strokes, diverting Barbara's attention from the glow
above and then she began to pull toes into her mouth, washing them with her
tongue. This was totally unexpected and Barbara groaned and gasped loudly.  It
felt wonderful!  And powerfully sexy in a way she couldn't describe.  Lilly was
taking complete control of her body and this was just another stop on the way to,
to what?  Bliss.  Barbara groaned again as Lilly's hands moved up and down her
calves and back of her legs at the knee.  That was a sensation Barbara loved and
always made her hot.  Tonight, it was petrol on an already raging fire that was
sweeping her away. Lilly moved onto the bed beside Barbara and returned to
kissing her breasts and neck, slowing working down to her stomach and the tops of
her panties.  Then back up.  Then down.  This time, Barbara lifted her hips and
Lilly slid the panties down to her knees in a practised motion.  Bending her
legs, moved them to her ankles and then stepped out of them. The kisses
progressed to the top of her bush and Barbara was so excited her pussy had
swollen and opened and presented an open invitation to be entered. Lubrication
glistened in the dim light between the lips. Lilly knew it was time to take
Barbara to her orgasm, that she was ready.  More than ready.  The sweet aroma of
Barbara's strong arousal filled the room and Lilly was more than just a little
excited herself. She sat back and swiftly removed the bra from her own somewhat
larger breasts.  They drooped and swung down and free and the nipples scrapped
along the sheet as she moved back to Barbara's belly.  Her hands moved back and
pushed her own panties off her hips and down to her knees.  A practised knee came
up and the panties were caught on her heel and pushed down and off her other leg.
 Her pussy was on fire. The kisses moved lower through the sparse bush and
finally, she was kissing the very top of the waiting womanhood.  Her left hand
was tracing circles on the back of Barbara's thighs, still bent at the knee and
above the bed, and her right was squeezing the right nipple, cupping the breast
from the side.. A darting tongue slid into the top of the crack, above the hood
of Barbara's now rigid clit.  The sensation caused Barbara to shudder and push
back at the tongue.  If she had thought she might rebel at another woman doing
this to her, the thought was gone as the tongue found her. "Oh, yes.  My.  Oh,
My.  That.....is......so.....I don't believe....Oh!"  Barbara raised and her left
arm and pressed the back of Lilly's head down into her. Her other arm came up and
fell over her eyes and she gasped.  She was on fire now and could feel and
approaching orgasm.  Normally, she could control the pace, but now, she was on a
raging flood of waves of tension and heat and she slid further and further out of
any conscious control. Lilly's breasts were swaying and rubbing the sheets as she
rode Barbara's heaving mons up and down. The nipples were on fire, a feeling that
had her pussy swollen and her own sexual tension rising higher and higher.  She
swung one leg over Barbara's still upraised knee and began to rub her well
lubricated lips over the thrusting thigh.  The pressure was just perfect for her
and she buried her face back in Barbara's totally exposed pussy.  As her tongue
entered deep into Barbara for the first time, a hot flood of pent up fluid flowed
from her and Lilly swallowed quickly and kept licking deep inside. Barbara's arm
slammed the bed and she lifted her head and began to thrash.  Well beyond the
point where she normally orgasmed, the tension drove her higher and higher and
she began to wail a non-stop litany of blessings and curses.  Her hand remained
buried in Lilly's hair and she pressed her harder and harder against her.  The
heat of Lilly's now very slippery cunt on her thigh was adding to her own
excitement.  In addition, the thigh was thrashing from side to side as Barbara's
body spasmed from the waves of electricity racing up and down her spine. Lilly
was there, hanging on the threshold of orgasm, her belly pulsing with rapid
tremors.  In seconds, she'd come.  She fought to distract herself, wanting
Barbara to join her.  She lifted up to remove the pressure from between her legs
but the leg lifted to follow her.  Barbara was trying to respond and
unconsciously followed the retreating pussy up a few inches and found it again.
"God....."  Lilly moaned into the depths of Barbara's cunt. The purple lips
spread across the surging thigh and a fresh flow spread down the side of the leg
and dripped on the bed. "Ahhhhh!"  Barbara continued to wail.  Lilly raked her
tongue over Barbara's rigid clit over and over and then, Barbara stiffened and
her orgasm began with a massive shudder that drove her down into the bed and back
up.  Her leg drove down on the bed and Lilly, no longer supported by the hot
flesh, felt herself fall back down onto the leg and the scraping of her clit
along the barely noticeable stubble on Barbara's leg shot a lightening bolt
through her belly and up her spine and she came seconds behind Barbara. The spot
of white light exploded in Barbara's brain and she orgasmed in a series of pulses
that exploded again and again in her belly, the tension and release flooding her
with pleasure and tingles of shooting heat and tingles.  Her fist had balled the
sheet as she gripped it over and over and now her arm was rigid as she pulled the
sheet harder and harder. "Uhnnnnnngh.    Ungh!    Ungh!  Ahhhhh.......yes, oh
yeeeessssss.....shimmmmm....." Lilly was lost in her own bliss and she continued
to bump down hard on the hard thigh, her second orgasm racing behind the first
and this time, she slid into it and floated away on the wave of tension that
stiffened her, then released in short jerks over and over. It was several minutes
before she crawled back up and lay with Lilly.  Barbara stroked her arm and
hugged her close. "Now that was the best orgasm I've ever had!" Lilly was
pleased.  She knew she was a good lover. It was nice to hear, just the same. "I
think you were really ready to let your guard down and let your true feelings
out."  Lilly softly suggested. "Well, I don't think there's any doubt about
that!" She eased off the bed and found the door.  Back from the bathroom a minute
later, she pushed Lilly back on the bed and lowered her head to the woman's
breast.  "My turn."  She mumbled as she returned the favour.  Lilly sighed and
stroked Barbara's belly with the back of her hand.  Barbara caught on fast.  She
sighed and moaned. The hours slipped away.



The Adventures of Heather, Pt. 27F    [A-H]

By Ramapo


Traci followed Terry upstairs to her flat and Terry disappeared into the kitchen
to fetch some wine. Traci wandered about the place a bit and her eye caught on an
open gym bag that appeared full of leather and other things.  Some metal.  She
realized suddenly that it was bondage gear.  Terry was a little more wild than
she realized. Terry came back and saw her looking down into the bag.  She placed
the wine and glasses on the table and began to pour. "Sometimes I enjoy that
stuff." "Bondage?  I don't know much about it.  I guess I'm not attracted to it."
"Oh," Terry glanced over, trying to stay cool and relaxed, "I never dreamed I was
interested either, until someone at a party put some things on me just to show me
how they worked and all.  I got really turned on and realized I liked it.  So,
I've experimented a bit."  She handed a glass to Traci.  She glanced down at
Traci's chest.  She liked the way Traci's boobs jiggled in waves when she walked.
 Tight perfect waves. Traci took a mouthful of wine and set the glass down on a
shelf and pulled a long bar out of the bag. It had loops at the end. "Spreader
bar.  You can adjust its length with the release in the center.  Loops at the end
go around the ankles.  The metal loop in the center is for other things to be
tied to."  Terry made it sound matter of fact.  She glanced over at Traci, who
was studying the bar.  She put her hands in the loops.  The were coated with soft
velvet.  Strong, but soft. "Bondage can be used to immobilize, cause pain, cause
fear, cause excitement.  The person who is bound is in the total control of the
person with them.  It requires a lot of trust.  A lot of trust." Traci put the
bar down and pulled a harness out of the bag.  It was many loops of very soft
leather, with studs.  She turned it around and around and couldn't figure it out.
"Here, I'll show you."  Terry took it and set it down.  She unbuttoned her blouse
and stripped it off. Her bra was very skimpy and her full breasts overflowed the
top, barely covering her nipples.  She saw Traci's admiring glance.  She turned
and unhooked the bra and tossed in on the sofa.  She studied the loops and turned
it around and slipped her arms thru two loops and up over her shoulders.  The
loops settled above and below her breasts, and more were around her waist in a
web and down to her waist, like a cut out merri-widow. She turned and said,  
"Pull the tabs through the loops and pull each one as tight as you can.  Really
tight." There were five straps with matching metal loops on the other side and
Traci pulled each one as tight as she dared. "No, tighter. Don't worry about
hurting me.  I don't bruise easily and it works best if it's as tight as you can
make it." Traci hesitated, but pulled each strap until the leather cut deep into
the woman's skin. "Good.  There.  What do you think?"  Terry turned and her eyes
were smoky with excitement.  The effect on her front was amazing.  The leather
loops around her breasts were now tight against her chest cage and her boobs were
squeezed into an amazingly small circle.  In spite of their size, they stood out
like large cannon shells of taught skin.  The nipples were erect.  Terry could
barely breath and her face was flushed. "Wow!  That must hurt!" "No.  Honest. 
Can't you see how excited it get's me?  My nipples are on fire.  Touch the skin
on my titties.  Can you feel how tight they are?  Like when we were just getting
big and they ached all night from growing faster than the skin would stretch."
Tracy ran her fingers over the drum tight skin. It was hard to even put a dent in
them.  It was a while before Traci said.  "Here, I'll release you." Terry looked
disappointed but turned and said nothing.  The straps loosened and her breasts
sagged a bit and she slipped out of the harness.  She turned, but left her top
off.  Traci said nothing and took another swallow of wine. Next Traci picked up
something that looked like a ball. "Ball gag.  There's lots of different sizes in
the bag.  They're all clean.  Here, I'll put this one in your mouth."  Traci
opened up and Terry squeezed the ball in to a smaller size and pushed it past
Traci's teeth.  Traci was surprised to feel it expand and fill her mouth
comfortably, but completely. "Try to talk." Traci said a few words and nothing
came out. She couldn't move her tongue, now trapped against the floor of her
mouth.  She could moan deep in her throat and make some muted sounds back there,
but speaking or yelling was out of the question.  It was impressive. Traci
reached between her teeth and got a good hunk of the ball between her thumb and
index finger and pulled it out. "You really can't make much noise, can you?"
"Nope.  A church mouse.  Really helps if you're into the pain stuff or somebody's
a complainer." "A complainer?" "Oh, it's the humiliation they like and the more
they complain, the more they get punished and humiliated.  Some people are just
born whiners and it's hard to be working with them, so you shut them up a bit."
The bag was full of other stuff.  Hoods.  Dildoes, both anal and vaginal, some of
unusual shapes, all designed to be attached to other things.  At the bottom was a
pair of beautiful patten leather stiletto heel boots that came up to mid thigh
when she held them up to herself.  Black.  Very shiny.  Metal loops stuck out of
the back of the heels and the in side of each heel. "I just got them.  Cost me a
pretty packet, too. Special order.  Hey, your shoe size looks right or a bit
smaller.  Try them on." Traci took another shot of wine.  She was feeling it now.
 Dinner plus a glass here.  Or was it two?  She couldn't remember.  She slipped
off her shoes and pants and placed the pants over the back of the chair.  The
boots took some doing, but she stood up and walked over to the very large floor
to ceiling mirror in the bedroom just off the living room.  She realized there
were mirrors all over the room.  She liked it. The boots looked fantastic.  She
had great legs and very long thighs (Heather loved to shave her) and tonight they
never looked better. She heard a whistle behind her.  She turned and Terry was
grinning and handed her another full glass of wine.  "Now, I should look so good
in them.  Very, very sexy!" "Hard to walk in though, with the loops."  She sipped
wine and looked in the mirror, turning and admiring herself. "Care for the rest
of the outfit?"  Terry was casual, almost teasing.  She was holding her breath.
Traci kept turning.  "Sure, why not."  She put the glass down and began to
unbutton her blouse.  She was just releasing her gorgeous tits from their satin
encasements when Terry returned with the halter and the bag.  She was dripping
with excitement. "Umm, we should have gotten the panties off before the boots
went on.  Oh, well, you can't have everything." "They should go."  Traci was a
little unsteady on her feet.  She pushed the panties down and fought the leg
holes up and over the tops of the leather and then pushed them down hard.  It was
a struggle for the first six inches, then her thighs narrowed and they went down.
 Terry leaned down and pushed them over the metal loops and Traci stepped out of
them.  Terry looked up and was at the level of Traci's very plush black bush. The
faint aroma of Traci's pussy reached her and her excitement grew. "God, Traci,
what great tits.  I've been watching them all night.  Mesmerizing, that's what
they are." "That's what Heather says all the time.  She can't keep her eyes off
them.  And I like it that way." Terry moved behind Traci and reached past her and
held the harness out. She moved in close and her own breasts flattened out on
Traci's warm back.  The heat from her swollen flesh spread into Traci and Traci
instinctively moved back and into the warmth. She held her hand up and into the
holes that Terry indicated.  As the harness settled back, the bulging flesh of
her tits began to squeeze into the small openings, but flattened back and
progress was stopped "No problem."  Terry reached around, using the mirror to let
her see, and began to squeeze the flesh through the holes from the side, pushing
more and move of it through.  Traci's tits now stood straight out and bulged in a
way she'd never seen.  And they were tight, just like Terry told there they would
be. "Hurt?" "No, pleasantly tingly, just like you said." "OK, breath out and hold
it." Traci obeyed and in a flash, Terry tightened all five straps and Traci felt
her ribs compress as the leather encased her in a very tight embrace.  Her tits
now felt like they would explode, the skin was so tight.  She grunted. "Breath."
Traci found she could barely draw any breath. Shallow breathing at best. "Awfully
tight.  Can't breath much." "Perfect."  Terry handed her some wine. And Traci
swallowed the rest.  Very lightheaded, she staggered to the bed and sat. Terry
joined her there, bringing the bag.  "Now, let me show you some other nice
benefits."  She ran her fingernails over the stretched skin on the tits and
nipples.  They burned and ached.  The fire increased. Terry trapped each nipple
in her nails and squeezed the rock hard flesh.  An intense spark shot down her
front. Traci gasped and groaned.  One of Terry's hands kept busy on a breast and
the other disappeared below the edge of the bed.  Traci was away of activity near
her feet, but paid no attention to it.  The feelings in her breasts had her very
aroused. "Stand." With Terry's help, she was on her feet and very wobbly. Elbows
back honey.  She did it without thinking and a bar slid along her back and past
her arms.  She could no longer move her arms. She started to protest and Terry
popped the ball gag into her mouth before she saw it coming.  She was beginning
to panic and couldn't breath.  Her tits were on fire and her pussy not far
behind, and fear was trying to drive the cobwebs from her mind. Terry spun her
around and pushed her onto the bed face down on her hard boobs.  The exploded in
a wave of pain that settled back into more fire.  She suddenly felt the
unexpected spreader bar between her feet, attached at the metal inside boot
loops, just as Terry unlatched in and extended it another foot and locked it
again. She felt tugging at her back and the her feet were jerked around and her
feet were suddenly pulled up backwards and the bar trapping her arms was pulled
down a bit. She only had the tiniest bit of mobility of her arms and then Terry
took that away as she slipped leather straps around her arms just above the
elbows and pulled her elbows together behind her back. Another strap went around
her waist and wrist clamps were attached to rings on the waist belt.  There was
no pain, but her tits were exploding with ache.  She groaned. Terry rolled her
onto her side and slowly off the bed.  The floor had a soft gym mat she hadn't
noticed and she was eased onto her knees She sat back on her heels and Terry
instantly tightened the strap from the bar to her heels. "Comfy?"  Terry was so
excited as she stripped naked. Traci stared.  She was excited and afraid.  This
girl had her totally in her control.  It was so fast. Terry kneeled in front of
her.  "Now, I said you have to completely trust your partner.  I'm not crazy and
I have no intention of hurting you.  I find this intensely exciting, to tie other
people up.  Then masturbate in front of them.  It's my thing.  Now, I know you
are afraid at this point, but I can tell you are also very excited.  I'm going to
wait a few minutes and ask you if you want to be released.  If you nod your head
up and down as yes, I'll let you go immediately. If you agree to stay tied up, I
promise you a really, really good time.. She ran her hands over the turgid tits
and squeezed them hard.  They burned and Traci's pussy burned in spite of her
fear.  Terry licked then and left them to dry as she went to get more wine for
herself.  She never knew if the person would demand to be release and head for
the police, or play along.  But she always played fair and always let them go if
they asked.  She drank her wine and pulled some smaller things out of another
bag.  Always be prepared for success. After five minutes, she re-entered the
bedroom. "Traci," she said softly, "would you like to be released." It was crazy.
 Traci didn't know this person.  But in the five minutes since Terry left, just
thinking about all the degrading things that could happen to her got her so
excited she couldn't believe it.  There was a pause.  She should flee.  Find
Heather and run for it. She shook her head no. Terry hugged her.  "I'm going to
take the gag out now.  No yelling, OK, it goes back in till we're done." The gag
came out.  Traci still couldn't breath.  She was lightheaded. More licking of her
tits.  Cold.  Fire.  Cold fire.  She was going to faint from excitement.
Something moved between her legs and Sherry smiled as she inserted a long dildo
up Traci's pussy..  She was slick and it went right in, held by the narrow end
and a ring suddenly fitted over her hard clit.  It stung and she felt full.  It
was in very deep. "Hurt?" "No.  God, I'm so hot." "We are just getting you
started, honey." "I'm lightheaded.  Too tight." "Nope, just right.  It's part of
the effect." "Now, these are going to hurt.  A lot.  Don't yell, OK?"  The
warning was only seconds in front of the action. The nipple clamps hurt like hell
and tears sprung from Traci's eyes.  She groaned.  The pain increased and became
an insistent fire, spreading over her front. Terry now hooked a wire to each
nipple clamp and pulled the breasts down by the clamps.  As tight as they were,
they gave very little and it hurt a lot. "Owwww!" "Shush!" Move movement between
her legs.  A dildo went up her ass.  Equally deep.  She groaned.  She loved anal
sex, but this was being lost in the pain and pleasure pouring into her brain.
"Please."  She had to breath. Terry sat back from her and spread her legs.  Her
sex was glistening and totally open with excitement as she spread her legs almost
complete opposite each other.  She picked up a dildo and Traci saw it was
attached to a box on the floor between them.  Other wires led up to her front,
but she couldn't see over her protruding chest.  Her head spun.  The more excited
she became, the less she could breath. Terry began to stroke the lips of her
pussy with the end of the dildo.  It was covered with bumps and spikes and she
groaned as it touched nerves and poked at her clit and tender inner lips. She
continued this for some minutes, then stopped and attached a small ring to her
clit and rings to her own tight nipples. More wires to the box. More stroking. 
Then, the studded and obscene head of the dildo eased past the inner lips and
disappeared. A wave of contraction rippled across Terry's belly and tightened
around the end of the dildo.  The dildos inside Traci jumped in response and a
tingling shock shot through her nipples. Traci groaned loudly. "This is the part
where you get to watch me masturbate.  I hope you enjoy it as much as I am.
Ummmm.."  More ripples.  Traci squirmed.  Her arousal soared. And she got even
more lightheaded.  She was floating.  Pain and pleasure mingled and she danced
among them. Terry was groaning as well.  Her own rings were being stimulated as
well and she approached her first orgasm.  Her rings were stimulated far more
strongly than Traci's, allowing her to orgasm readily while bringing Traci to
orgasm far more slowly.  Just as Terry liked it.  She would masturbate like this
for hours if her partner lasted. Traci lasted. And lasted and lasted.  Exhausted
from the trip, the wine, the meal and this sudden encounter, she floated along
for hours and Terry worked up to orgasm after orgasm.  Each caused Traci's
dildo's to jump and jerk about and her breasts to burn more and more intensely,
but she only approached orgasm slowly. Her frustration was enormous and tears
flowed down her cheeks as she whimpered and moaned. And then, for the first time
ever, Terry knew she herself was exhausted from the unexpectedly long session. 
She changed a setting on the box between them and the sensations increased in
intensity, rising, driving her higher and higher, and then, perfectly timed with
Terry's last orgasm, Traci fell off the edge of the cliff and groaned and
squeaked as she shook with release. Her breath was even more choked and her
lightheadedness turned into a flash of light and she fainted. It was several
minutes later that she awoke in Terry's arms.  The vest was released but still
around her.  The spreader bar and bar behind her back was gone, as well as the
rest of the restraints.  Terry was stroking her.  It was some time before Traci
could focus. "Are you OK, honey?"  Terry had never had someone go out for so
long. "I think so."  Traci sounded shaky. "Look, get on the bed and lay down a
while.  I'll make us some coffee.  Here, lets get the rest of this off, the boots
too."  It was a struggle with the boots, as always, but then Traci was naked and
Terry pulled a sheet and blanket over her. In spite of her exhaustion, Traci felt
somehow a glow, a soothing warm relaxation from the intense sexual experience.
Terry came back with a tray and a steaming pot. "Here, drink a little.  Listen, I
went too far tonight.  Got carried away a bit, what with you lasting so long and
all.  Are you sure you're OK?"  She really sounded concerned and scared. "I'll be
fine.  It was a bit intense.  And very scary.  I mean, it was so fast.  I wasn't
expecting you to do that.  And for me to be so helpless so fast." "Yes, that's
part of the plan to build fear and enhance the sexual aspects." "It's really
assault, you know.  Not telling me first."  Traci wasn't at all sure she trusted
Terry. Some of the residual fear was now turning to anger. "I know.  Really, I
do.  I guessed you'd enjoy and not complain.  Sometimes, I pick the wrong people
to do this to and I get in trouble." "I'll bet you do.  Is it worth the risk?"
"I've tried it the other way, you know, totally voluntary, and so on.  It's not
the same.  I think I'm addicted to the high from the fear and all.  It's probably
sick."  Terry looked down. "You have a point there Terry.  You should see
someone.  The voluntary part is fine for those who are interested, but this
way...."  She trailed off.  And started to find her clothes and dress. "Did you."
 Terry's voice was low.  "Did you enjoy it?  At all?" "Yes.  Yes I did.  It was
very scary and very new and your little box of tricks had me just crazy with
lust.  When the orgasm came, it was very, very intense."  She tucked in her
blouse and then sat next to Terry on the bed.  "But you really can't just assault
people this way.  You could end up in jail." "I know.  I know.  I don't seem to
be able to help myself." "Well, go talk to someone about it.  Now, let's go find
the rest of them at Donna's.  Oh, my gosh, look at the time!"  They were both
astonished at how the hours had fled.  They were out of the flat and walking
swiftly through the night.  Traci took Terry's arm. Terry felt relieved and
wondered if they were the last ones to head for the orgy.  God, she didn't think
she had another orgasm in her.


The Adventures of Heather, Part 27G    [A-H]

by Ramapo


Hilda led Sherry back to her bedroom.  Sherry would have followed her anywhere at
this point, knowing she was only seconds away from being able to handle and suck
the biggest tits she had ever seen. At the bed, Hilda turned to face her and
removed her blouse.  Somehow, Sherry had expected an overweight, fleshy figure
all over, but other than the two masses of encased flesh cantilevered from the
high up on Hilda's ribcage, Hilda had a very nice figure, with a flat stomach and
not overly full hips.  Nice straight thighs and calves to small feet. "You
expected me to be fat, right honey?" "No, I.....well, yes, I guess I did.  I'm
sorry." "It's OK.  Everyone does.  God just gave me more hormones than anyone
else and didn't turn them off when he should have.  Here, help me with the bra." 
She guided Sherry around to her back.  The bra was obviously custom made, with at
least a dozen very strong hooks at the middle of her back.  It looked like the
material was some sort of industrial strength spandex or something. "Start at the
bottom." Sherry did as she was instructed, wondering how the woman ever got
dressed in the morning.  Finally the last of them were undone and Hilda turned
around again. "Now, take off the cups for me and let me show you your surprise."
Even as hopelessly excited as Sherry was at this point, she was a bit nervous. 
She ran her hands under the bra straps from the side and eased the enormous cups
down and off.  The flesh sagged as the support was removed.  The areolas were
dark brown and were, well, proportionately big.  Very big.  Bigger than the palm
of her hand, anyway.  The nipple was a thick brown nodule that stood up more than
a little.  Slowly, her hands ran over the flesh and she felt a wave of heat
between her legs from arousal.  She knew her underwear must be soaked and getting
wetter by the second. Her fingers reached the areolas and nipples and gently
stroked their wrinkled surface.  She was surprised when her fingers got wet and
the dark skin glistened with wet. She pulled her hands away and looked up at
Hilda, who had a big grin and eyes half closed, a purring look of contentment on
her face. "Are you surprised dear?"  It was a whisper. "What?  I don't
understand?"  Sherry asked. "I'm lactating.  Come, have a drink." Sherry felt
confused and not a little bit repulsed.  Lactating?  Milk?  The woman was giving
milk! But it made no real difference in the end. Sherry's addiction was too
strong and Hilda gently guided her head down again to the thick nipple and placed
it between her lips.  A hot tongue rasped over the nipple and then Hilda gasped
and groaned words of encouragement.  Sherry started to suck hard, by reflex it
seemed.  The very thought of drinking the milk of another woman felt wicked and
excited her.  She sucked again, her cheeks hollowing.  Now she knew why the
breasts were so turgid, they were plump with milk! Hilda's milk let down in a
rush and a steady flow poured from the nipple, with Sherry pulling and gently
chewing on the nipple with her lips, now swallowing fast to keep up.  Soon, she
moved to the other breast and it too filled her mouth with warm nectar.  Back and
forth until the fluid almost totally ceased. Hilda slid her right hand palm up
down Sherry's flat stomach and inside her scant panties.  There was no hesitation
as the fingers flowed through the neatly cropped hair and then into the now puffy
and waiting pussy.  Sherry groaned and humped the fingers as two of them
disappeared inside, a deep penetration, filling her and pressing down hard on her
clit.  The fingers thrashed around and pumped in and out and Sherry's body, lost
in the lust of breast gratification, rushed toward an orgasm. Sherry crashed over
the top into oblivion before she had any sense of the frantic rush and release. 
It knocked the wind out of her and she gasped and grunted several times, milk
spilling from her lips, running down the engorged flesh onto the Hilda's belly. 
She began to lick to get it all back. The fingers continued to pump and again
Sherry lost control as her mind filled with stars and lightning bolts slammed
into her belly.  One thing Sherry knew how to do was to totally relax and let her
body go when an orgasm approached and tonight, she was floating in a mist of lust
from the rapid fire releases. It was many minutes before she began to slow down
and ease away from the mounds of flesh, now exhausted. Hilda's breasts now spread
out over her upper belly, the soft bags no longer so tense and strained. Even so,
their enormity made it impossible for Hilda to look down and see Sherry's face as
Sherry lay her head on Hilda's stomach to rest. "Did you like that?"  Hilda
purred. "Oh, yes.  It was so wicked.  I never expected that.  Never.  I can't
believe we did this."  Sherry sighed. "Would you like to do it again before you
go?" "So soon, I thought...."  Sherry lifted her head to look over the mounds.
"Well, we have to give them a bit of a chance to recover, deary, but in an hour
or so, I think I can accommodate you." Sherry sat up. Hilda knew all the
questions that were in Sherry's mind, and as they passed the time, Hilda filled
Sherry in on how her breasts had begun to develop early and just never stopped
until recently.  And how she had become a wet nurse for a sick child at the
nearby hospital and discovered the erotic sensation of giving milk.  And finding
out that several of her girlfriends were excited about it as well.  Getting the
Dr. to give her some hormone shots to keep the milk coming over the months since
the child got well was easy. "Hilda, what's it like to be so, well, huge?" "Well,
aside from an occasional chance to meet someone like you, it's not much fun.  I'd
get them reduced, but just don't have the money."  For the first time, Hilda
sounded depressed or down. Sherry sat in silence, then looked down on her own
perfectly formed B cup breasts, that never needed a bra except to cover up her
small very sensitive pebble sized nipples.  Clothes fit her right off the rack
and she knew she looked good in them.  No, she looked great in them.  She looked
back over at Hilda as she moved around the room, back from getting a big drink of
water.  The enormous, industrial strength bra hung over a chair back.  The cups
were vast. Hilda came back, rubbing her breasts on the side, lifting they up a
bit. "I'm getting hard again dear.  Like a bit more before we head for the
party?" In spite of her slowly clearing head, she leaned forward and began again
to lick slowly, finally drawing a nipple inside her hot mouth and the flood began
again.  Smaller this time, to be sure, but a flood none the less.  She was still
surprised that she liked the way it tasted and emptied both breasts rather
quickly. Then, she pushed Hilda onto her back and began to eat her.  Hilda
groaned and thrashed, linking one leg over Sherry's shoulders, pulling her in
even tighter. Sherry didn't disappoint her. The hours passed. Hilda gave a yelp. 
"The time!  The party!  We've got to get a move on!" They rushed to get dressed
and were out in the street in minutes.  Sherry had made up her mind.

The Adventures of Heather, Part 27H   [A-H]

by Ramapo


"Where the hell are you taking me?"  Heather giggled nervously as they hustled
through the dim isles of the British Museum. They had taken a cab to the back
door from the restaurant and had come in using Shannon's security badge in the
back door's mag stripe reader. "Can't we look around a bit?"  Shannon had a hand
firmly in her back and kept Heather moving smartly along. "No time.  Sorry. 
Here, through this door.  Watch the steps.  Go down two levels."  There, a long
hallway opened before them with doors opening off it every few yards.  It smelled
just a bit musty.  Finally, Shannon stopped and pulled a key from her purse and
opened the door.  Inside, it was a smallish office absolutely stuffed with
cabinets and a small desk.  The overhead light and light on the desk managed to
light the place reasonably well. "Wow, not much space."  Heather commented.  On
the top of one of the cabinets, Heather found herself looking into the ancient
gaze of Queen Hapshetsut herself.  The bust looked new.  She reached out her hand
to touch the face. "Ummm, please don't.  It's the original.  We have to wear
plastic gloves when we handle them, to keep the oil and acid from our skin off
the paint and stone. Sorry." "She was very beautiful." "Yes, like you."  Shannon
replied. Heather blushed.  "OK, OK, when are you going to tell me what's going
on?" Shannon had opened the door to the adjoining room and pulled her inside. 
She was surprised to find a nice carpet under her feet and blue drapes hanging
from the walls. "We're going to dress you up just like the Queen. Strip off." 
Shannon began to unbutton Heather's blouse. "What?  Here?  Now?"  Heather stepped
back from Shannon's eager hands, her blouse gapping open.  Her deep cleavage and
upthrust breasts were pushing the fabric open. "Sure.  I've wanted to do this
since I first came here, but you can't do it alone.  But, I have keys to all the
stuff we need and you are perfect.  Well, these titties (her hands brushed over
the firm flesh) are bigger than we think she was, but, height, hair, colouring,
perfect.  Come on, we'll take some pictures to remember it."  Her hands resumed
their work. Heather stepped back again.  It sounded like fun. She was grinning. 
"On one condition." "What?"  Shannon looked up. "You strip off as well."  Heather
had a big grin on her face. "I can't.  I promised my lover I wouldn't fool around
and this Summer I've managed to get this far, but I'm not sure I can keep that
promise with you around.  I'm very attracted to you. In case you hadn't noticed."
"Tough.  If you want me to prance around like the Queen for you, we get naked
together."  Heather didn't want to foul up Shannon's love life, but now that she
had laid on her demand, she didn't want to back off. Reluctantly, Shannon gave
in.  "OK.  But don't get fresh."  She eyed Heather.  It was hopeless.  She knew
she'd end up on the floor with this very likeable, sexy American and already she
felt the tension in her chest and belly as her arousal climbed. Heather stripped
down and then peeled off her bra and panties and faced Shannon.  Shannon's eyes
were taking in Heather's abundant form. It was warm in the room, but Shannon's
gaze had Heather very hot and her nipples were growing in length. "Gosh."  Was
all Shannon could get out.  She bit her lower lip. "Now you."  Heather's voice
was soft. Shannon's body was pale and her skin so fine and delicate it was almost
translucent.  The network of fragile blue veins in her breasts was very visible,
leading to pink areolas and small nipples, standing out just a bit and obviously
very hard.  There wasn't a visible blemish on her whole body. Heather stepped
close and without warning, took Shannon's right breast in her hand and held it. 
Then she kissed her.  It was a long kiss.  It left Shannon trembling. "You
promised not to get fresh."  She whispered in Heather's ear as their bodies
flowed into each other. The hot, firm flesh of Heather's right breast pressing
against her breastbone felt wonderful and she relaxed against it. "No I didn't. 
Are you really complaining?" "No.  Oh, this is nice."  Shannon's right hand
travelled up from Heather's waist and began to explore Heather's other breast. 
Now it was Heather's turn to shiver a bit. "Ummmmmm.  I like that." "So
beautiful."  Shannon half moaned in Heather's ear. They stood there together for
a few moments and Shannon slowly pulled back. "I really do want some pictures. 
Can we wait a bit.  Don't be mad." "I'm not mad.  Sounds like fun.  What do we
do." Heather grinned. Shannon became quite animated.  She pulled a chair over and
Heather sat down and in a flash, she was re-working Heather's hair into an
Egyptian style.  With no mirrors in the room, Heather couldn't tell what was
going on or what she looked like.  After a bit, Shannon moved Heather over by a
small table at the side of the room and produced a makeup kit.  She carefully
removed the little makeup Heather wore and began to apply the bold colours and
black outlining used by the Queen. Having painted quite a few statues of the
Queen, Shannon knew exactly what and where to apply it and her hands moved
quickly and accurately over and around Heather's face. "There."  Shannon sat
back.  "Now, we are going to dress you.  Except for the sandals and the dress,
the rest of this stuff is really the original stuff from her tomb.  So be very,
very careful.  If anybody knew we took it out and actually put it on you, I'd be
killed and out of a job so fast." "Are you sure we should do this?  I mean...."
"We'll be very careful.  Hey, all I've done this Summer is to eat and sleep with
this babe.  I've got her on the brain.  I want to see what she'd look like with
the stuff on.  All these fuddy-duddies around here would never dream of actually
dressing someone up.  OK, let me go get the stuff from the cabinets.  Back in a
few.  Here, take this, but don't put it on just yet. And, don't look in a mirror
till we're all done, I want you to be surprised." "OK.  I'll be careful." Shannon
had handed her an oddly shaped object that had a bulbous handle and then what
appeared to be a scoop underneath, not unlike an ornate small grain or seed
scoop.  She had no idea how she was to put it on. Or where.  She turned it over
and on the bottom of the scoop was the cartouche of the queen.  At least that's
what she guessed it was. Shannon came back and carefully attached a delicate gold
chain around her waist and let is rest on her hips.  It had small gold rings
attached around it and a dangle with a small pendant of green stone hung down the
back, pulling the chain between her cheeks. It felt good.  Heather noticed that
Shannon's hands lingered for just a moment over her ass as she guided the dangle
into place.  Her nails left her buttocks tingling. "Ummmmmm...."  Heather
responded to the fondling, instantly reacting to the tightening in her belly.
"Sorry."  Shannon was beet red.  "I..." "Don't apologize, just dress me." Shannon
was back with three other chains.  "These idiots still haven't figured out what
the queen did with these.  They think they're bracelets."  She was grinning. She
reached for Heather's left breast and nipple, but drew her hand back.  Heather
could see her breath had quickened. "What's the matter?" "I.  It's getting me
horny.  Maybe we should stop. I don't think....." Heather just reached out and
gently pulled her hands onto her breast, feeling the nipple tighten and tingle. 
"In for an ounce, in for a pound.  We'll be good.  At least, we'll try." Shannon
stared at Heather, her hands burning hot from the contact with Heather's very
firm tit.  Slowly, she moved her eyes down and forced her hands to move, but took
the opportunity to stroke the breast lovingly. She moved a small ring to the end
of Heather's nipple. "You have such gorgeous breasts." "Thank you.  So do you."
"This might hurt.  She was obviously smaller than you.  I mean, her nipples."
"I'll be brave.    Ouch!"  Heather yelped. The ring was suddenly all the way down
at the base of the nipple.  The gold chain hung out a good five inches from
Heather's flat and fluttering belly, swinging gently.  The nipple burned from
Shannon's abrupt pinch and pull.  The burn settled down into a flow of hot sparks
across her breast.  She was so focused and turned on by the feeling, she hardly
noticed Shannon reach for her other nipple and then, the stabbing pain caused her
to yelp again. "Ouch!  That hurts!  At least at first.  Then, it's really getting
me horny.  My nipples are on fire." Shannon was staring at the now totally turgid
points, sticking out to their unusual length.  The two chains swung. "Wow.  Those
are some nipples." "Shut up and rub them a bit.  They sting.  Maybe the rings are
too tight." Shannon, her reluctance falling away by the second, welcomed the
invitation to rub the long dark spears.  They were rock hard in the palm of her
hand and the heat from her hand sent a wave of arousal down Heather's front to
her pussy. "Ohhhhhh.  That's more like it.  Rub them hard." Shannon obliged for a
few seconds.  Heather was breathing hard and her eyes were closed.  Shannon
started to lean forward to kiss her, but pulled back when Heather opened her
eyes.  She dropped her hands. "Now what?" The question brought Shannon back to
the subject at hand.  "We, ah, we.  Here, we hook these rings through the rings
on the waist chain.  And then, we attached these dangles to the hooks on the
chains from your nipples."  The weight of the beautiful teardrop red stones was
sending waves of heat through her chest as the stones bounced slightly and swung
from the chains. "God, Shannon, I'm getting so hot."  The chain in her butt was
now pressing against her tightly and the stone was banging on the inside of her
thighs.  Her ass tingled. "I can see that.  Me too.  As if you couldn't tell."  A
beautiful rose blush was spreading across Shannon's upper chest. Heather stroked
her shoulders, holder her eyes locked with her own, then ran her hands down over
the translucent skinned teardrop breasts.  Shannon's breath caught from the heat
of Heather's hands and then her eyes fluttered as she lost her concentration.  In
a flash, she was more turned on than she had ever been in her life.  Heather's
hands fell away and Shannon opened her eyes. "Heather......" "Get me dressed
first." "I don't think I can wait." "Yes, hurry up and then we can." Shannon
brought over sandals and helped Heather to get the complex wrappings right.  By
the time they were done, Heather was near orgasm from all the sensations in her
ass and nipples from the swinging and jerking on the flesh. Next came neck chains
of many kinds.  Finally, Shannon produced a pullover that was more sheer than
anything Heather had ever seen.  Almost invisible on her, it clung and hung to
her form and yet somehow did nothing to interfere with the chains and dangles. 
It felt wonderful.  Unexpectedly warm, but revealing everything. Then, Shannon
came back with a tray and produced a spectacular gold mesh piece that went to the
base of her neck and flowed over her shoulders and down over the tops of her
breasts, flowing into the valley between them like some sort of cape.  The weight
surprised her and further, it added to the steady sensations in her tits and
somehow, amplified them. "OK.  Now, the last piece."  Shannon lifted the grain
scoop from the table. "What the heck is that thing?"  Heather had never felt so
alive, in a sexual trance. Her mind was a bit fuzzy, but every nerve in her skin
and groin seemed to be directly plugged into her pleasure center and she was
building up to an overload.  In spite of this, she began to understand the
scoop's true function as Shannon gripped it from the base of the scoop and turned
the oddly bulbous  handle" upward and toward Heather's lower belly. Heather
answered her own question.  "It's a dildo!" she whispered and her pussy pulsed
with excitement and anticipation. Shannon lowered it and raised the pullover. The
head of the dildo found Heather's prominent mound in  a smooth steady motion and
then effortlessly buried itself to the hilt in Heather's pussy.  Shannon let go
and in spite of the intensely pleasurable distraction of the sudden penetration,
Heather was amazed it didn't just fall out.  Her muscles seem to fit perfectly
around the base of the bulb and held it firmly inside.. The odd shaped bulb
inside her was pressing lightly on her "G-Spot" and sending a steady stream of
fire inside her loins.  Her pussy kept clamping down on it in reflex and every
time they did, it pressed on the spot and sent a jolt straight up her spine. The
scoop was in fact a special shield that went across the entire front of Heather's
copious bush, hiding it, yet pressing tightly back against her in a very
stimulating way.  Her growing clit was being guided up a carved channel in the
back of the scoop and was now pinned up and back, well past her swollen open lips
and up onto her pubic bone. She was trembling now from all the stimulation and
felt an orgasm approaching. "Shannon, God, I'm so close.  I'm going to come any
second!  Owww....."  The moan somehow focused Shannon. She had dreamed of doing
this for so many nights as her hand she pleasured herself in the dim light of her
bedroom.  And now....... Before her stood the most exotic figure she had ever
seen.  It was Hapshetsut herself.  Her goal within reach, she somehow backed away
and grabbed the camera and charged the flash.  Telling Heather instructions
quickly, she modelled this way and that as Shannon ran through a quick roll and
then changed film.  Heather was too far gone to argue and barely heard Shannon.
Somehow, she fought back the orgasm and followed instructions. "Hurry.  I need to
come so bad.  I think I'm almost there."  Heather was breathless.  The feedback
cycle between her legs and the bounce of the weights on her tits was more than
she could bear.  Almost in total overload, she cycled higher.  Her breathing was
almost stopped from the tension and she was getting lightheaded. The flash
startled her and interrupted the orgasm just before it exploded.  Another flash,
then more and more and then the second roll of film was used up. Shannon set the
camera down and came back and stood in front of Heather. Shannon was now letting
herself fully share in the excitement and a telltale trickle of come was smeared
on the inside of her thighs.  It had been a long summer.  And now, her queen,
Hapshetsut stood before her and somehow it wasn't Heather anymore, but the queen
herself.  And Shannon did what she knew the female attendants would have done. 
For, Hapshetsut was a lesbian. Shannon slid her body against Heather and Heather
exploded at last in a wild cry and groan.  Pressing her own pubis tightly against
the shell, the small bumps of the cartouche on her side rubbed her clit and she
began to moan into Heather's mouth.  The pressure pushed the dildo back into
Heather's womb and then released it. It slammed back into Heather's "G" spot and
Heather's hips jerked hard into Shannon.  Her clit hardened further and she
gasped as the motion repeated itself again and again. "My god, Shannnnnnn." 
Heather mumbled.  "I'm going to go again..  Ohhhhh." "Me........"  to, but it
didn't come out as Shannon wailed.  "Aaahhhhhyyeeeeeee!" and her first orgasm
broke over the top and her insides pulsed and rippled. Her nipples were rock hard
and blood red from the engorged flood in her chest.  Sensitive in the extreme,
they rubbed against the sheer film of fabric and gold mesh covering Heathers's
upper body and burned with an intensity that drove the breath from her. And
again. And yet again.  The minutes flew by as the pleasure drove them on and on. 
A slick film of sweat covered their bodies as they pounded against each other in
a steady rhythm, broken only by the rapid shudders and occasional spasm of
orgasm. Somewhere between two rushes of fire, Heather realized that Shannon was
not only as hot as her, but matching her orgasm for orgasm, something that even
Traci couldn't do.  It was a first and the shared excitement drove them on,
higher and higher.  A soul mate.  A pussy mate.  At some level, the orgasms of
one triggered the next in the other.  Heather was more out of control and deeper
into the power of pure lust than anything she had ever known.  She flowed down
into the heat and musk of the emotion and drove ever harder against Shannon's
swollen mons. "We......have......to......stop.......Ahhhhh!!!" Shannon gasped
somehow, not wanting to in the least, but knowing they had to get the stuff put
away and get out of the museum soon. "Oh!  Oh!  NO!  I CAN'T STOP!!!  Yes.  YES.
YESSSSSSSS!!!!"  Heather's answer wasn't going to make it easy.  Her pelvis
slammed into Shannon.  Sparks flew through their brains. "Got   TO!...Oh, yes,
yes, yes, yes..   One more. One more, then....One MORE!!!!  Shannon promised
herself, it had to be the last.  And five minutes and one more enormous orgasm
later, she pushed herself back, gasping for air, her body still just as excited
as when they started.  It amazed her.  She liked sex and was always an energetic
partner, but this was beyond anything she had ever experienced.  To have come
like this, again and again, and still be ready for more.  No, not just ready. 
Almost addicted to having more. And another piece of her study of the queen fell
into place.  Her slaves gave themselves willingly, ready to do anything to be
with the queen.  Anything. Her breathing slowed. "Owwww.  Come back.  More." 
Heather reached for her and Shannon backed up again. "I want to.  More than
anything.  Really.  God, look at my nipples.  Ouch!  Boy are they tender!"
Shannon wailed.  They really hurt. She reached to begin taking off various
things. Heather grabbed her and pulled her close.  "More."  She slid her tongue
deep into Shannon's mouth and Shannon moaned.  Two of Heather's fingers slid into
her pussy and now she cried out and the pumping fingers lifted her back onto the
pleasure wagon and pushed her over the edge into orgasmic free fall.  She came
done and managed to get some arm bands off. Heather sucked her nipples and the
pain exploded in her brain and then intense heat and she had the first nipple
orgasm she'd ever experienced.  But, then, she managed to get a finger under the
scoop neck and pull down on the dildo.  Heather's muscles fought back and she
clamped her legs together, but Shannon was faster and it popped free and swung
upside down and Shannon placed it on the counter.  The heavy aroma of sex filled
the room. "Hey, I wasn't done yet."  Heather complained. "We have got to get out
of here.  Sooner or later the guard will be by to check and it's been too long
already.   Help me.  Stop that!  Come on."  She slapped Heather's wandering hand
off her breast. And slowly, Queen Hapshetsut became Heather again. They left the
makeup on as it would take too long to remove.  But the priceless artifacts went
back into the cases and Shannon packed the slip into its box to take home, as it
was hers.  And the sandals. She checked all the locks twice and then they turned
out the lights and retraced their steps and then were outside in the night air.
They stopped and looked at each other.  "Wow!" They both said together.  And
laughed. Arm in arm, they headed down the street.  Just before they got to the
meeting place, Shannon stopped and pulled Heather back into a dark doorway and
they kissed for a long time. "I'm sorry for making you break your promise."
Heather stroked Shannon's face and hair.  Shannon's green eyes sparkled and shot
green sparks into the night as she gazed into Heather's face.. "I'm sorry you
have to leave in a few hours.  I've never had a lover like this, I mean it was so
INTENSE..." "Shush."  Heather said softly.  "Me neither.  It was fantastic.  I
don't want to leave either, but I can't stay.  Really." "I know.  And it's time
for me to go home."  She paused.  "You know, back at the museum, you...you became
my queen.  The queen.  It was weird.  I think about her all the time and seeing
you like that...It was like it went back in time." Heather understood.  She had
felt like the queen. Shannon's queen. And Shannon was her slave.  Passion roared
through her and she found it hard to breath. She forced herself to stop thinking
about it.  It always scared her just how much she enjoyed dominating others.  It
took her to sexual highs far above her normally overactive response. "And if I
come back and visit you in Ireland and become your queen again, you will be my
slave?" Heather asked only half serious. "Oh.  Yes.  Oh, my yes."  Shannon
breathed, the very thought of it sent another chill down her spine. If only
Heather would come back to see her. They held each other a long time without
speaking. And then, at last, slowly  walked the last few yards and went up the
stairs.

The apartment was full of everyone and Heather and Shannon were the last to show
up.  The place was noisy with smoke and laughter and the tinkle of glasses. They
were both surprised that everyone was still in their clothes and in the living
room.  Donna untangled her self from a chair and came over. "Well, don't tell me
you two are also too tired now for the orgy?  Wow, some makeup job.  You have to
tell us all about what you've been up to."  She was laughing. Shannon and Heather
both blushed brightly and nodded. "Don't tell me.  You couldn't keep your hands
off of each other and now you're too tired from screwing all night."  Donna
sighed even as she laughed.. "Something like that.  Is that what happened to the
others as well?" Donna nodded.  "All of us.  Some orgy.  Get something to eat. 
Maybe next time, if there is any. At least everyone seemed to have a great time."
 She walked away. They cruised the party for a while and soon everyone was
sitting in a circle sharing their evening's adventures with the others.  There
was lots of giggling and expressions of mock shock and teasing. But they were all
impressed with how varied all the tales were and how well they had been paired
off.  Only Donna was disappointed that the group sex never got off the ground.
"Well, it was exciting to think about, anyway." They all agreed. Heather slipped
away and removed the makeup and washed her face.  Then returned to the group. By
now, Barbara and Elizabeth were sitting together, lightly holding hands.  A
start. "Well, I hate to end this, but the sun is up and we have an airplane to
catch."  Traci announced.  There were hugs all around.  Donna made sure all the
keys were accounted for.  Except for the waitress, who had called to say her
roommate was ill and they wouldn't be attending. It was quiet in the car as they
raced out to Heathrow.  More hugs before security stopped Barbara and Elizabeth. 
Promises to keep in touch and addresses were exchanged. And suddenly, they were
on the plane heading out over Ireland.  Heather fell asleep instantly and soon
Sherry joined her.  Traci wasn't far behind and snoozed until lunch was served. 
The stew in first class came by and handed Traci a message. "For the brunette in
the middle.  When she wakes." The stewardess was slim and sleek, even in her
uniform. Obviously closely tailored beyond normally company requirements.  Dark
hair, a layer cut down the back of her neck, emphasizing one of her best
features.  Smoky eyes.  Bangs. Traci put the message on the food tray and resumed
eating. Back at the first class galley, the stew resumed filling pots with hot
coffee and preparing to gather trash.  The other stew working the section joined
her briefly.  Her blonde hair rich figure contrasted the slim figure of the
other. "What did she say to your invitation?" "Sleeping.  A bit tired from last
night.  Donna said I should enjoy her based on her activities from last night."
"Mind if I join you?" "Not in the least."  She looked around and no one was
looking.  She pulled the breaker on lights of the toilet on the plane least able
to be seen by all the first class passengers and hung an "Out of Order" sign on
the handle.  A brief call to the cockpit to explain the breaker as a clogged john
to keep them from getting alarmed. "All set." "A bit optimistic, aren't we?"
"Seems a sure thing, according to Donna."  She squeezed the blondes arm as she
went by. "Let her sleep for a while.  Then, the games will begin.  I get first
crack."  They both started laughing at the bad pun.  Actually, the blonde was far
more interested in the other stew than Heather.  Screwing women in the bathroom
was intense and scary. Especially on these West to East crossings in daylight
with most passengers awake. They started up the isle clearing and pouring seconds
of coffee and tea. Heather slept on for quite a bit and then woke up, needing to
use the bathroom.  She glanced at Traci and noticed she had a blanket pulled up
to her chin and was sleeping soundly.  She had a slip of paper in one hand,
folded over. Heather unbuckled and headed back down the isle. The dark haired
stew seemed to expect her, for some reason.  Heather noticed the out of order
sign. The other bathroom was busy, but only the two stews were around and
everyone else was watching a movie or asleep. "Can we use this?"  Heather asked,
more than a bit uncomfortable. "Perfect."  The stew took Heather's question as an
answer to her unread invitation.  She nodded to the other stew who headed over as
Heather unlocked the door.  As she stepped in, the other two followed her and in
a second the door shut and was locked, but no lights came on. "Oh.    OH!"  The
hot hands on her breasts were a shock and in seconds her top was out of her pants
and she was twisted sideways with one leg bent at the knee and up on the lid of
the john.  She was immobilized. "Please.  I have to pee."  She realized it must
be the stew in here with her.  Surprised, but not scared. It was only sex. A
husky voice told her to be quiet and a hot hand unhooked her bra while another
unsnapped her jeans and unzipped them.  The hands travelled down and up and a
palm took her left breast and the other travelled into her underway from the rear
and a slim finger was inserted into her pussy from the rear.  Peeing was
forgotten. She became aware of other hands on the woman doing her and realized
the other stew was in with them.  She groaned as her clit popped out and pressed
into the tight panties pressing into her slit. It was only thirty minutes.  But
it was a hell of an orgy.  Donna would have been proud.