The trip back to the states went smoothly.  Heather's lightning fast sexual
encounter  in the lavatory with the two stewardesses was surprising quite
satisfying, in spite of her exhaustion from another long night without sleep. The
stewardess had really great hands and brought Heather off  in under five minutes,
only stopping when the other stew, working from the rear, managed to get the
first stew off and distract her from her business with Heather. The stew's heavy
breathing as she stroked and tweaked Heather's long nipples and heavy breasts
plus her grunts and gasps as the other stew fucked her pussy from the rear really
added to Heather's own enjoyment and she quickly slid into that mental state of
hot lust that let her begin to repeatedly orgasm. That encounter had ended as
silently as it began.  They pulled their clothes back on in the darkness,
struggled to regain their breath, and then the stew by the door popped open the
door and quickly looked around.  No one was there and she quickly went back to
her work station in the kitchen. The first stew and Heather followed and closed
the door.  The stew called the cockpit and asked that they try the breaker again,
as she thought she had the problem fixed.  The lights popped back on and an OK
was given.  They all smiled at one another and Heather regained her seat. But the
sex, so quick and vigorous, had left her very excited and she could still feel
the expert fingers on her breasts and pussy for many hours afterward, reliving in
her mind the sensations, making her horny all over again.  Sleep never did come
to her as Sherry and Traci snored on her shoulders.  She ran Sherry's gorgeous
long hair through her fingers as Sherry slept. "I hope she never cuts this."  She
thought.  And kissed Sherry on top of the head.

They went through customs and immigration then caught a cab.  Heather was first
to get out and she was now staggering with exhaustion. "See you tomorrow."  She
gave each of them a cursory peck on the cheek and dragged her bags up the steps
to her apartment.  She let herself in and put her bags in the bedroom and took
stock of the situation. The plants were a little dry, so she gave them each a
shot of water and talked and stroked each one of them for a while to let them
know she was home. Then, she made a cup of tea and pulled out her class schedule
and homework assignment and figured out her plan for the next day.  Traci had a
big test scheduled and she knew she wasn't close to being ready.  Damn. She
fought off the fatigue and tried to study.  In ten minutes she was nodding off
over the book, tea or no tea. "I've got to get some rest first," she thought. She
headed for the bedroom and realized she still needed to unpack, so she forced
herself to do that.  Then, she quickly showered, pulled on a flannel nightgown,
and set the alarm for early the next morning.  And slid in between the sheets. 
Then remembered she didn't call home to let her parents know she was back safe
and sound. She picked up the phone and in a quick call, talked to her Mother and
promised to call her the next day and tell her all about the trip.  Well, the
parts she could tell.  "Gosh, Traci, I miss your tongue on my pussy soooo...
much."  She blushed as she found herself thinking this as her Mother said
goodnight. It was only 6PM as the phone dropped in the cradle.  She switched the
ringer off and  was asleep in seconds.  She slept the sleep of the dead and only
the alarm the next day awoke her with its persistent loud buzzing.

She stretched.  A quick trip the bathroom and she slipped into cotton briefs,
jeans, a sweater over a good support bra and her loafers.  Her hair she ran a
brush through twice and piled on her head in a messy pile.  It was study time. 
No time for pleasure. A quick breakfast with tea and some slices of toast and she
gathered her books and headed out the door for the student cafeteria.  It was her
secret study place.  She hardly knew any of the other students and they left her
alone as she sat in a corner and began to cram for the exam.  The hours went by
and she got hungry, went through the food line and used her meal card for the
second time the whole term. Then nibbled at her food as she studied, finally
pushing the tray away. Only an hour to the exam was left as she checked her
watch.  Just once she wished Traci would cut her some slack about her courses and
tests. As she moved the tray away, she scanned to room and noticed a striking
woman, about Traci's age, walking several isles away, looking around for someone.
 What caught her eye was that she seemed a bit out of place in her very
sophisticated black on black attire.  Very Parisian.  Heather dropped back to her
books.  Very striking she thought.  Trim waist and flat belly.  Great hair, but
up and pinned back. Nice very dark color.  Rich.  Great to run your fingers
through, she bet.  A hint of a very nice chest under the jacket and blouse.  Her
internal dialogue was interrupted by a female voice with a distinct French
accent. "You are Heather?  No?"  She was standing there looking down at Heather. 
Beautiful facial bones, sensitive mouth.  A knockout, natural beauty.  Yes, now
more than a hint of a chest.  Definitely a full figure. Heather scanned her as
she looked up, surprise on her face.  "Yes, I'm Heather."  God, the woman has a
great figure, she thought as her practised eyes scanned the woman again. "I am
Monique, I'm glad we can meet so soon."  The woman placed her tray on the table
and shook Heather's hand. Heather felt as though the sexual energy of five
Traci's just raced up her arm and through her body.  Monique was practically
glowing with sexual energy and in a flash, Heather felt her body respond and her
brain fill with the first waves of sexual fog that always seemed to cloud her
thinking when she was very excited.  It hit her so hard she was confused at
first.  She and Traci had chemistry. Powerful chemistry.  This was a reaction on
another plane entirely.  She found it hard to breath.  Holy shit, she thought. 
Am I attracted to her or WHAT? "I'm sorry," she finally responded, "do I, should
I, know you?" "No, not yet, you have been away to Europe, no?  I am your new art
professor, of course." "What?  I haven't changed courses.  You must be mistaken."
 The fog in her mind wasn't clearing, only getting stronger.  God, she never got
this hot unless Traci was around and they were teasing each other.  A lot.  Who
WAS this woman?  The faint aroma of Monique's perfume swallowed Heather and added
even more to her excitement. Monique paused.  "You do not know about the change?
Traci did not tell you?" "Changes, what changes?"  The fog receded just a bit as
Heather's concern rose. "I am your new teacher.  Traci is leaving to go to the
Southern campus and head the department there for a period. I was sure she would
have told you.  I'm so sorry for you to find out this way." Heather was rapidly
gathering her books and shoving them in her bag.  She was stunned.  Scared. 
Furious.  Bewildered. And still horny as hell for this woman. "You were studying
for the big test today?"  Monique reached out and touched her arm again.  More
fire.  God, this woman was setting her on fire.  It flooded into her even over
her fear and anxiety. "Yes, you should know.  I must go see Trac...the Professor
about this.  Excuse me."  She practically ran out of the cafeteria.  The panic
rose in her throat. "I cancelled the test three days ago," Monique called behind
her to her back.  Heather's pussy was wet as she hurried along.  Sex was the last
thing she wanted to think about and she was angry she couldn't push it out of her
mind. She jumped in her car and raced for the administration offices.  Traci's
office was locked.  It looked like her desk had been cleaned off.  She drove as
fast as she could over to Traci's apartment and Traci's car was still in the lot,
a couple of boxes on the back seat. Heather ran up the steps and Traci's door was
open.  She stepped in just as Traci was picking up some boxes and was heading out
the door. "THERE you are!"  Traci said in relief.  Her eyes were red from crying.
"I've been trying to reach you since last night! I went by this morning and you
were already gone." "I just heard!  Nobody's been trying to reach me." Heather
remembered she didn't listen to her messages and had turned off the phone.  And
left early in the morning to study.  "The phone was off.  Are you leaving me?" 
Her fear surfaced in her bluntness.  She braced herself for the answer she
dreaded was about to come.  Traci was so pretty and sexy and she just knew
someday someone would steal her away and....... "What?  Leaving you?  Leaving
you?  No.  No.  I could never leave you!  I love you.  It's a fucking promotion!"
She didn't sound happy about it. "But, you were leaving without saying goodbye!" 
Heather was crying.  From relief.  From the sudden news that they would be apart.
"I wasn't going to go until we could talk.  Why would you jump to such a
conclusion honey?" "I, I....  I was so scared.  I don't know what I'd do without
you."  It came out as she wept. Tracy stroked her hair.  "Now.  Come on.  It's
going to be rough.  But we can get through this.  It's only for six months." "Six
months?!  My, God, Traci, that's forever!  I'm withdrawing and coming with you."
"No. NO!  Listen to me.  You can't DO that.  Calm down. Look, you have a
brilliant career ahead of you.  You still need to finish your studies.  You can
still learn a lot from the teachers here.  You mustn't screw up things when they
are all headed your way." "But, but.  I can't live without you."  She kept
crying.

With all the lovers Heather seemed to take, Traci had secretly wondered if
Heather really was all that seriously in love with her, but there was no doubt
left now. "I know.  I cried all morning."  She stroked her hair. They clung to
each other.  "How did you find out?" "Monique told me."  Heather was still
crying. Traci jerked upright and pulled back just as though she had been shot. 
"Monique?  Monique who?"  She held Heather at arm's length. "Monique Lassitur. 
The new professor." Traci's face was filled with fear.  "She has a French
accent?" Heather stopped crying.  "Yes.  Why.  WHAT IS IT?" Traci sat heavily on
the pile of boxes.  "Now.  Now she has to turn up.  Here.  With you.  Oh, God,
what ARE we going to do?"  It was a whisper of horror. Heather knelt in front of
Traci.  "What?  Who is she?" Traci hesitated.  Her face was filled with a black
cloud. "The devil.  The sexiest, dangerous devil in the world, but the devil
none-the-less." "Tell me about her." Traci was silent as she gathered her
thoughts.  She decided.  Heather had to know.  At least as much as she thought
the girl would believe.  "I want you to hear this from me.  We had an affair
while I was in school.  In Paris. I left her in the end.  I couldn't deal with it
anymore.  I left."  She sounded exhausted. "Did you love her?" Heather bit her
lip to hold the hurt inside. Traci took a long time to answer.  "Yes." "And her?"
 God this hurt, Heather thought.  It's before me.  It has nothing to do with us. 
Be brave. Listen. "In her way, yes, she loved me." Heather waited. "It's a
fantastic story.  Unbelievable unless you experienced it. I left in the end
because it would have destroyed me. Her love.  The sex.  The...it was too
intense. She tried to control it, to protect me, but in the end, she failed. I
saved myself.  From her.  From it.  I'm glad I left.  But I'll never ever forget
it." Traci got to her feet wearily.  "You must stay away from her." "But, I'm her
student." "Outside of class, stay away from her.  She's dangerous. That's all
I'll tell you.  Promise me you'll try not to sleep with her." Heather looked
hurt.  "You know I wouldn't.."  Even Heather knew this protest sounded very
hollow.  Hell, she seemed to sleep with everyone. "THIS IS NOT A GAME, DEAREST!" 
Traci took her by the arms.  "Just promise me you'll try not to sleep with her
until we can formulate some sort of game plan on how to protect you." "I can take
care of myself around her." "Promise me." "I promise.  Traci, what are we going
to do about being so far apart?" "Let me get down there and figure out how to
solve that. You concentrate on your studies.  God, I wish we could have tonight
together.  I miss you so much. I need your loving, honey.  And we need a plan
about Monique." "Are your sure?  I don't know if I can do this." Heather
complained. "Yes we can.  We'll get past this.  Now, carry this box. And I'll
lock the door." At the car, they kissed.  And held each other a long time.  "Got
to go.  It's a long drive and they're already pissed I was out of the country and
didn't show up when they wanted.  Bastards, they could have let me in on this a
long time ago." "What happened?" "I'm not sure yet.  A scandal I think.  Anyway. 
 You stay away from Monique outside of class.  No matter what." "OK.  Got it. 
Please call tonight.  I miss you already."  Her heart was breaking inside. "You
are upset because I had an affair with her?"  Traci looked into Heather's red
eyes. "No.  Yes.  Of COURSE I'm upset.  She's so fucking beautiful and the
chemistry is so STRONG and....." Traci stopped her.  "You already see how
dangerous it is to be around her.  Stay away."  She stroked Heather's arm. "That
was a long time ago and we have each other now. Concentrate on that." "OK.  I'll
be good." "I know.  Have fun at your party this weekend." "How did you....?" "You
talk in your sleep, remember?"  Traci smiled and kissed her on the forehead. 
"Sleep with Karin or Sherry this weekend.  Something that will keep you occupied
and help you wait for me." Heather didn't respond.  She had forgotten about the
party again.  She didn't want to sleep with Karin or Sherry. She wanted Traci. 
And Monique.  The realization that the woman was still exciting her surprised her
and she realized that Traci wasn't just warning her for nothing.  I AM totally
sweep off my feet by her.

Traci got in the car,  blew her a kiss and left the lot. Heather sat in her car
and cried.  This was so fast. She felt empty.  Forgetting at last about Monique,
she cursed the administration and headed for her apartment.  She turned her phone
back on.  On the machine, she found the frantic messages from Traci begging her
to call immediately.  A note from Mom telling her that Traci was frantic to find
her.  A note from Karin telling her not to forget the party Saturday night,
hoping she had a nice trip and also (shyly) hoped she could "stay the night, if
you know what I mean" after the party.  And a note from Monique. Heather pulled
back from the machine as she hear Monique's distinct voice.  God, it was a sexy
voice. "Heather.  I'm so sorry I upset you with bad news this morning."  She
sounded sincere.  "I hate to have to bring this up when you have so many other
important personal things to attend to, but the dean just called with questions
about your painting and trip and wants to meet in her office at three this
afternoon.  Please let me know if you can make it."  She gave her number. Heather
sat and stared at the phone.  Traci said stay away.  But this would be in the
dean's office.  That was safe enough.  It was school business and she couldn't
ignore that. She called and got Monique's machine.  That was a relief.  She left
a message and then went and made a snack. She couldn't taste the food. She cried.
"Traci, how can this be getting so screwed up?  I wish you were here."  She
fought the tears as she did the dishes. A couple of drops in each eye reduced the
redness, but she knew she looked like hell. She met Monique just outside the
office.  Monique immediately said, "We must touch up your eyes.  Come with me." 
She just took charge and Heather fell in behind her. Heather immediately felt
that electric presence from before.  Monique turned for the ladies room and
Heather followed and in the next minute, Monique produced some eye liner and
shadow and the circles and puffiness ware covered up. "Do they know about you and
Traci?" Heather was amazed. She knew.  "No, I don't think so." "We must keep it
so, then." "Fine.  OK.  What's this about?"  Heather looked into Monique's eyes. 
Deep brown pools of excitement.  She shivered.  God, what is it about this woman?
 She is dangerous.  Traci only said TRY not to sleep with her.  She must know how
sexually attractive she is to me. "I don't know yet.  Do not answer any question
until we understand what is the problem." "OK." They went back and entered the
office just on time for the appointment.  Heather's arm was on fire from the
brief touch Monique had given her as she guided her in through the door. The dean
sat behind her desk.  To her right was a plain woman in a severe business suit. 
They both looked grim. "Heather, when you entered this university, you signed an
agreement that stated that any income earned using university facilities or
properties would be shared with 80 percent going to the school.  Perhaps you had
forgotten that?" Heather answered before Monique could stop her.  "No, I haven't
forgotten." "Is this your signature on the form?"  The other woman handed her a
paper.  It was her signature. "Yes, that's mine." Monique interrupted, cutting
off the dialogue.  "Just, what is the concern, dean?" The other woman leaned
forward, "Heather has been producing many works of art and selling them very
successfully, using the university facilities, and has never paid a penny she
owes the school for our fair share of the income.  We would like payment of our
share of the money." She was staring at Monique.  Monique fixed her stare and
suddenly the other woman blushed deeply and looked away. "I...", Heather started.
"Just a minute.  Excuse me Heather.  I will speak with you in the hallway. 
Please."  She rose and they went out. "You know of the agreement?" "Of course."
"You have not violated it?"  Monique's presence was sending that fog of lust into
her brain again.  She felt her chest tighten and fought for balance. "No.  Traci
made sure I did all the personal work off campus at the apartment.  That's why I
live there."  And to fuck Traci, but she didn't add that. "You have receipts for
the materials?" "All of it." "Have the private works ever been displayed on
campus, stored there, anything of that nature?" "No, they never come near the
place.  Traci and I do all the business work at my place or her's.  Never at
school." It was hard to breathe.  Heather's nipples were rock hard with
excitement.  She felt she would just jump Monique right there in another few
seconds. "Let me deal with it."  She took Heather's arm and Heather felt a hot
flood of pleasure flow over her arm and chest. WOW.  This woman can really get
too me. Heather thought to herself.  Her chest burned and she felt it swell and
her tits grow tight. Inside, they sat again. Monique began.  "Heather did none of
the work on school grounds.  The materials were all her own.  You have no claim
on the results.  Perhaps if I could discuss this with the young lady for a few
minutes..."  She was looking at the lawyer. The lawyer was flushed and trembling.
 "Diane.  Yes.... We could do that.  I'll require... proof.." "Of course, my
dear.  Let's leave the dean to her other important matters and I'll give to you
what you require." Diane swallowed hard.  She rubbed her legs together. The dean
looked a bit puzzled.  "I thought you said you were sure..." Diane hesitated. 
"She says she can prove otherwise.  We should let them do that if they can, it's
only fair.  Your office?"  She was pushing past them.  Still blushing. "I will
call you later with news."  Monique brushed past and perhaps rubbed Heather's
chest slightly with her arm as she moved past her.  Instantly, Heather's already
hard nipples erected to their maximum length and began to burn. Her sweater
clearly showed her long points, even through the bra.  The dean was staring as
Heather slipped on her coat quickly and left the office.  Her chest was on fire
and she had to get out of there and rub herself. Back at her place, Heather
rubbed herself for many minutes, finally experiencing a delicious nipple orgasm
before her breasts calmed down.  Even as she gasped and groaned, she was thinking
of Monique's slight touch and it got her more excited.  Damn.  Damn.  What a hot
bitch.  Boy, do I WANT her. Only as she sat and thought for a while and her body
calmed down did she begin to realize that she had to limit her time with Monique
to public places and around other people.  If they ever got alone for long, she
would sleep with her in a second.  And Monique would have her.

She finally went into the other bedroom, converted as her studio and worked for a
while on an unfinished painting, finally taking her mind off the events of the
day. The phone rang and she picked it up.  It was Monique. "We have won and there
will be no more troubles over your paintings."  She was excited and pleased.
Heather was cautious. "Do I have to show them my receipts?" "It will not be
necessary.  Donna has received all she asked for and was quite pleased." That
sounded a bit strange. "Like what?  I thought...." "We should have a victory
celebration tonight.  I wish to take you to dinner to some place special." 
Monique just went on. "Well, I...."  Warning bells were going off.  But it would
only be dinner.  In public.  She would meet her there and then she could handle
it.  She thought. "It will be a marvellous evening for us to get to know one
another a bit better.  Eight o'clock?" "It should be OK."  Heather tried to sound
bland. Her heart was pounding. "I will pick you up at eight at your place. 
Goodbye." Monique hung up. "No, I will meet..."  Heather tried to respond, but
the connection broke.  She tried Monique's office and got no answer.  She had an
unlisted number at home. Shit.

The phone rang again.  It was Karin. "Hey, welcome home.  I'd thought you'd
call." "Hi, Karin.  Sorry.  It's been a very crazy and upsetting day." "Oh? 
What's up?  You still coming tomorrow night?" Karin obviously was interested in
getting the plan for the party in place. "Traci's gone." "WHAT!  What happened?!"
 Karin shifted her focus quickly. "She got a promotion to the southern campus as
the art director there and head of the department.  For six months. We didn't
find out till last night.  I didn't hear about it til this morning."  Heather
began to cry again. "Six months?  Oh, gosh, that's a long time." "It worse than
that.  Her replacement here is an old lover from her Paris days and...." "You're
kidding.  Wow." "And I'm attracted to her.  I can't seem to help myself." She
sobbed. "God, slow down.  How do you know all this.  I mean, she just got there."
"I know.  I know.  I just am.  It's like she takes control of me." "OK.  I'm
coming over." "You can't.  I'm going out to dinner with Monique at eight." 
Heather sighed heavily. "Look, you need to talk to someone.  I'm on my way." She
hung up before Heather could respond. "You're right.  I do need to talk to
someone.  Traci." Heather answered into the disconnected phone. And realized she
didn't have a new number for Traci. She'd call later for sure.

Karin was there in record time.  She used her key and let herself in.  She took
Heather into the kitchen and started a kettle of hot water for tea and coffee.
"OK.  From the top."  She settled in and Heather told her the story. "Wow.  What
a mess."  Karin was silent for a while. Heather wished Traci would call. "I have
an idea for tonight."  Karin finally said. "What?" "You get HER all hot and
bothered for you.  Then, you can control things and guide the evening and get
home without hopping into bed." "How's that going to work?  I'm already to hop in
bed with her NOW!"  Heather said. "Yeah, but all you're doing is reacting to her.
 Look, you haven't had sex with Traci and you're really kinda backed up in that
category.  You need to take charge and get on top here.  Then, you can keep her
at arms length.  Like you do with me." "What?  I do not.  You know Traci and
I...." "Yeah, but I've really missed you." "Karin.  Look, I promise to stay over
tomorrow night. Now, can we focus on tonight?  Good.  Do you think this has a
chance?"  She sounded very doubtful. "Sure thing.  You wrapped me around your
pretty finger and hell, I'm basically a hetero.  Here, we know she's a lesbian,
so no problems there.  We just have to figure out the right outfit." And they
picked and chose and laid everything out on the bed, changing everything at least
ten times before they were both satisfied.  It was six o'clock. "Thanks, Karin. 
I hope this works or I'm a goner and god knows what'll happen to Traci and I.  It
scares me to think about it."  Karin and Heather hugged.  "You're the best." "OK.
 I'm leaving to let you clean up and get ready. Call me if you get in over your
head and need a rescue."  She kissed Heather a long time and her loins ached. 
Tomorrow night.  Wait for tomorrow.  She was embarrassed that she was thinking
about sex when Heather was in such confusion. Heather wasn't the only one who was
backed up, Karin thought. She finally broke away and left.

Heather carefully washed her hair and towel dried it, letting the perm tighten
the long strands back into mass of coils down her back almost to her waist now. 
She towelled the rest of herself off and then stepped in front of the mirror in
the bedroom.  She was lucky, as not a blemish showed on her skin anywhere
tonight, so the makeup effort would be much easier. She had recently begun (over
Traci's objections) to trim a bit around her pubis so that she could wear the
really revealing thongs at the pool, but there still was a small patch of thick
hair down there to rub her legs. Her belly was as flat as ever, and now that her
hips had rounded out a bit more, her small waist was even more noticeable.  But,
in the end, the pretty face, nice rounded hips and tight ass were lost as focal
points as her eyes travelled up to the sensational breasts that still hung so
high from her ribs, jutting out a seemingly impossible distance.  Tipped with
swollen ice cream cones for areolas and those long nipples.  They were so tight
that they hardly bounced or swayed at all when she walked.  She was twenty years
old now and wondered how long they would stay this way.

End Part 28A   [A-C]


The Adventures of Heather, Part 28B   [A-C]



Her fingers travelled lightly over them and the nipples instantly tightened and
send ripples of pleasure across her chest and down to her pussy.  Tonight, she
would use them as lures.  When she was done, Monique wouldn't be able to get her
eyes off of them and then Heather would have at least established some bit of
control in the situation.  At least, that was the theory.  It was also possible
that they would just strip each other bare and screw till dawn. She sat naked in
front off the mirror, enjoying looking at her own erotic body, running the comb
through her hair until it was a dark mass of carefully buzzed up locks that
spilled down her back. A vixen's hair. Then, she pulled on a pair of black silk
bikini panties and carefully tucked her tuff of hair inside so none showed past
the edge.  Just the light touch of her fingers on her clit had her burning and
she fought the urge to masturbate.  Her black pantyhose came next, the ones with
seams down the back.  They had considered a garter belt and stockings, but the
plan was never to let Monique get that close, so the added attraction was
discarded for comfort. Then, she pulled the top off the bed and held it to her. 
It seemed impossibly small to fit over her head and shoulders, to say nothing of
her gorgeous breasts, but she knew it would.  Once in a while a woman finds a
piece of clothing that has the ability to look painted on, without being too
tight, or too loose anywhere.  Painted so that every tiny ripple in the skiing
shows, but never bags or sags, or distorts. Heather pulled it over her head and
fished her hair through. Then, she eased one arm into the arm hole and then the
second arm. It now lay bunched up over her mounds and she found the bottom edge
and eased it down.  In seconds, as she snapped the crotch snap, it spread evenly
over her form and as she stood, her breasts pushed out the material until they
were perfectly framed.  Every curve of her upper body and the flow into her hips
was now so beautifully displayed, it was better than if she were naked.  Her
breasts were stunning, the areolas and nipples perfectly visible, uplifted on the
ends of the full, heavy swellings. Sorayama had the right idea. But, he needed to
paint them a bit bigger to match these. A black very short skirt and then, a
black jacket with a short waist finished the outfit. Her breasts were now hidden
from the side, but head on, the view was overpowering.   Her makeup didn't take
long, and she used a dark red lipstick on her swollen lips. Another quick comb of
her hair and fluff it up a bit more and she surveyed the effect again in the
mirror. If THIS doesn't get her attention, I'm really in serious, serious
trouble, Heather thought to herself. The doorbell rang.  Monique was right on
time.  No time for second thoughts about what to do.  Heather walked to the door
and took a deep breath.  She pulled it open. Monique hadn't changed from work. 
But her eyes widened at the sight of Heather's chest and her only comment was an
involuntary "Holy, shit! What tits!"  In French. "I'm glad you like them!" 
Heather responded in French.  She was thrilled.  Monique couldn't get her eyes
off her.  Karin's plan was working! Monique glanced up.  "You speak French!?" 
She glanced back down and frowned. "Yes, a bit.  From school and Summer trips
abroad with my parents." "We must go."  Monique carefully avoided looking at her.
They went down and got in the car and drove to the other side of town to a small
exclusive club.  It had a very good restaurant and they settled into a both, with
Heather on the inside and Monique in a chair facing her across the small table.
Monique's eyes scanned Heather's breasts again and she signed. "We must talk, you
and I." The waitress came and she too took in Heather's overly full figure and
had trouble concentrating on the menu and taking their orders.  The wine came and
then Monique offered a toast to the day's victory.  The glasses clinked and then
Monique sat quietly for a moment. "Traci is a very lucky woman to have found
you."  The compliment was unexpected. "Thank you."  Heather replied. "But you
want to sleep with me, don't you?" "I....I...."  Heather blushed.  So damn
direct.  "Yes." "And I with you."  A pause.  "So what is to prevent us?" "I
promised I wouldn't." "She made you promise?" Heather nodded.  "To try not to
sleep with you." "Ahhh.  To try.  I see.  Traci knows.  She is realistic."  She
fell silent. Monique refilled their glasses.  "I will tell you a story.  It is my
story.  And then you will understand why Traci only asked that you try." Heather
waited.  Her nipples burned and stood out, tenting the tight material.  Her pussy
was soaked.  Oh, God.  I'm lost.  I tried Traci.  I want to screw this woman so
bad I might just jump her right her.  Oh, God. Monique began.  "I was raised the
daughter of wealthy parents on the edge of Paris.  I was quite unremarkable. 
Skinny, dark thin hair.  I was not an attractive child.  Awkward and shy." "My
parents very often hosted large parties at our home.  When I was eight, I was
invited to attend for a short while each evening and soon I began to notice a
very attractive, erotic woman who always sat apart from the others, but was in
constant attendance, as a stream of people would approach her and they would
speak for a while.  Sometimes laugh. She might leave for a while and then return
her seat." "She noticed me immediately and I never ceased to be under her
watchful gaze." "I asked my Mother who she was and she told me her name was
Angeline, but everyone called her Angel.  And I was to stay away from her.  A bad
influence." "But I was eight and fascinated.  Drawn to her in a way I didn't
comprehend and soon I found ways to wander near her and overheard scraps of
conversations.  I didn't understand them.  Soon, at a party, Angel invited me
over and asked me to get her some water. She soon found little errands to send me
on.  Always watching my Mother for her reaction.  Mother clearly didn't like
this, but said nothing further." "One night, Angel told me to go to a room in the
guest wing and let her know if it was free yet.  It wasn't.  I entered and one of
Father's wealthy patrons was sitting on the edge of the bed, her bodice open and
her large breasts hanging out.  She had a man's penis in her mouth and as I
watched unnoticed, she sucked and pulled on him as he groaned and shuddered.  His
cock was sliding further and further inside and I was amazed she didn't choke,
but soon she had him all the way down and her lips were on his belly as he thrust
with his hips.  He stiffened with a wild groan and orgasmed into her throat.  I
had become very agitated at this, but slipped quietly out and returned to Angel
to inform her the room was in use." " You observed the people?' She asked.  She
had of course noticed I was flushed and excited." " Yes.  She was sucking on his
man-cock.'" " Did they see you?'" " No, I don't think so', I answered." " Good. 
If I send you in the future, be careful to not be seen, at least for now.'" "She
observed me for a while then." " Did you understand what they were doing?', she
asked me." "I told her not completely.  And she explained the act to me in great
detail.  The pleasure for both the man and the woman.  The unusual skill of the
woman to be able to take his large penis completely and not choke, but actually
for her to learn to enjoy the feeling of the large soft cockhead sliding in and
out of her throat, followed by the very stiff rod behind it and sliding through
her teeth and over her tongue, the hot sperm finally pouring down her throat and
gullet at the end as a special delightful treat as she held him totally in her
control." " It is about control as well.  Do not forget.  He is her slave now. 
He will want it again and she can use that to get what she wants.'  She explained
to me, holding me with her eyes." " And what does she want?' I asked." " I do not
know.  But she asked me to arrange the meeting and she now will extract from him
whatever it is she wants of him. Aside from the nice puddle of cum in her belly
now.'  She laughed and I laughed too." "And she told me to leave her now before
my Mother got mad, and not tell her what we had just talked about.  It was for
mature, worldly women and my Mother might not understand.  And I was silent.
Angel had called me a woman of the world and I loved it." "At the next party, she
asked my when I brought her some water, if I would like to observe intercourse
between a man and a woman." "I said yes, very much." "And she explained this time
what I would see.  That I wasn't to fear the woman or man being hurt.  It would
be very vigourous and might sound like they were in pain.  But it would be the
ecstasy they were in that would sound so much like pain.  A beautiful sound of
lust." "And I went to the room and hid in the closet standing in the corner, with
the door ajar enough to see the bed clearly." "They entered and locked the door
soon after and he fell on her bodice, almost ripping it from her as she laughed
and giggled at his eagerness.  Her breasts came free and he began to kiss her and
knead her breasts, pulling on them so that my own nipples tingled, but she seemed
to love the vigour of his attacks and soon, he stopped and pulled his pants free.
 His cock was engorged and sprang out and up, bouncing wildly as he pulled his
ligands free.  Clear fluid was dripping from the purple swollen head and it was
spraying around the room in his struggle to get his pants off.  She grabbed his
cock and pulled it to her in her hands, laughing at his frustration.  Her lips
closed over the head and I could see her tongue slide around and around, the
fluid now draining on to her tongue." "But he wanted more and pushed her back. 
Her breasts spread out to her arms and he lifted her skirts to her waist.  I was
shocked to see her pussy was shaved bare, and also quite wet like the man's cock.
 Even as I watched, her fluids drained onto the bed.  She was crying for him to
hurry and plow her slit.  These words were new to me, but I sensed what was to
happen as he grabbed his bounding tool and guided the purple plum shaped into her
now open pussy.  She was experienced and very eager, and with a cry of great
pleasure, her hips drove up toward his belly and he trust down and in one great
lunge, all but his balls disappeared into her pussy." "They went at it with a
violence that made me sure he would kill her in the end, but her cries of
pleasure only increased and his cockhead emerged again and again, dripping with
her juice, only to plunge to its length as his heavy balls slapped her ass.  Her
legs lifted up higher and higher as if pulled by strings and soon they were all
the way up to her shoulders, her toes touching the bedding and her arms wrapped
around them, and the bed bounced wildly from his pounding. On her face was a look
I'll never forget.  It was the beautiful look of lust and pleasure of a woman
gripped in the nearness of a thunderous orgasm.  Again and again she sighed and
groaned as he brought her near to the peak, only to slow and retreat for a
moment.  The sweaty aroma of his and her juices filled the room and soon they
were both crying out.  And they seemed to stiffen together and shudder over and
over.  Her whimpers were lost in his grunts and he slammed her down into the
bedding.  And then they lay quiet for quite some time, before he withdrew and I
saw his now limp tool, still dripping white fluid, lay against his thigh and a
trail of cum start down his leg.  He was covered in sweat.  She arose and
straightened her skirts.  Her bodice was quickly replaced and he helped her
tighten it. With a quick kiss, he dressed and left first, and then she arose,
brushed her hair and started to leave as well. But she hesitated by the door and
lifted her skirts and I saw her fingers disappear into her pussy for a moment. 
She groaned slightly and withdrew them, only to place them in her mouth and she
sucked on them.  Then, she left as well." "Angel asked me if I enjoyed watching. 
And I did.  I was very excited.  My own little tender pussy was tingling and I
rubbed it later.  It felt good.  But I couldn't imagine a big cock up inside me. 
It would hurt.  I told Angel that and she laughed and said when I was older, I
would change my mind.  I was too young now and not to worry about it." The food
came and Monique stopped her story.  With one last lingering look at Heather's
chest, the waitress left. "She wants to fuck you."  Monique said matter-a-fatly.
"What?"  Heather hadn't notice much.  She was almost beside herself with wanton
lust being so near Monique and listening to this story. "The waitress.  She is
hot for you.  She has been listening to my story from the next table and has
grown very aroused.  You should ask her to eat you for dessert.  It would help
you with your frustration and I could continue my story while you pleasure
yourself." Monique smiled.  "I will arrange it." "I."  Heather stuttered.  And,
found herself unable to object. What does the waitress even look like, she found
herself wondering. And got wet again just thinking about someone under the table
eating her while she finished dessert. Halfway through the silent meal, Monique
paused and started her story again, between bites and sips of wine. "The Summer
came and the parties moved outside and I didn't see Angel for many weeks.  And
then we had a large party inside as the Fall came on and she was back at her
usual place.  I eagerly sought her out and she seemed equally thrilled at seeing
me.  Almost immediately, she pointed out two attractive women who had just
arrived and were making their way around the room.   Lesbians', Angel said,
waiting to see if I understood the term." " What is that?' I asked." " Women who
love only women.'" " You mean they fuck each other?'  Even that quickly I was
using the language of love and the gutter quite freely." " Yes.  Are you
shocked?'  I was and admitted it to her.  But intrigued at the same time." "
Would you like to watch them tonight?'" "I nodded, never taking my eyes from them
as they moved around the room.  Quite attractive women, very beautifully dressed,
quite ordinary.  Except they fucked other women." "Angel told me should would
send for me as soon as she had arranged it and give me enough time to get in
position.  I left her, but watched for her signal." "The signal came and I went
to the designated room and slipped into the closet.  Angel had a stool placed
there this time so I could be more comfortable.  The first woman arrived and
immediately removed her dress and let down her hair, which was quite long.  She
pulled the blankets down on the bed and made a sort of nest in the middle from
the pillows and blankets.  Then she sat at the dresser and combed her hair and
began to pull on a nipple under her slip. Soon, she began to breath quite
heavenly in little snorts and gasps. The other woman did not arrive and I heard
the first say to herself,  Hurry Evelyn, or I will be spent before we can indulge
our lusts!'." "Her breasts were now almost completely out the top of her slip and
she was pulling on both nipples quite furiously.  Just then, the door opened and
closed and the second woman arrived in a rush." " Oh, Mary, do not go without
me!'  She cried.  The old bastard Renard kept me talking and I could not break
away.  I was rescued by Angel herself.  She must have sensed my frustration and
desperation.'" "She immediately picked up the brush and began to work it down the
long length of the other woman's hair.  Mary dropped her hands to her lap and
sighed.  "I thought our chance was slipping away, and it's been so long for us, I
could not help myself!'." " Yes, yes, but I'm here now.  Help me with my
things.'" "And so they undressed each other.  They took a long time doing this. 
Each touch and caress brought a sigh and gasp of pleasure, as they took more and
more liberties with each other.  Their wandering hands slipped a strap here and
there, always taking time to caress the curve of a breast, or roll a nipple, or
run their fingers through the dark, thick bush between their legs as it became
visible to me.  Their lips began to add to the caress and finally Mary guided
Evelyn to her knees and said "Eat my sopping pussy, my darling.  Give me that
magic tongue in the places you know I lust for you.  Oh, yes.  YES!', she shouted
as Evelyn stuck her tongue into Mary's twat. "After a minute, Mary was beginning
to whimper and moan and had to sit on the bed. I'm ready to die!  Give me your
pussy to keep me occupied and we will cum together.'  And for the first time, I
saw the favourite position of Lesbian lovers, intertwined in opposition to each
other, each bent to the task of devouring the other's cunt with eager licking,
sucking and tongue fucking.  Their cries of pleasure filled the room and then
first Mary, then Evelyn shortly after stiffened and trembled, crying out their
climax to the other, Evelyn's muffled in Mary's juicy cunt." "They continued on
for some time.  My own little pussy was quite wet from watching them and in due
course I found myself rubbing it. But I became too aroused myself to watch
properly and somehow managed to stop before I cried out and gave myself away."
"After a delightful hour, they fell on their sides and turned to face each other
and hugged and lay talking and whispering, their legs intertwined and their hands
never still, still gently caressing and squeezing each other.  Their long hair
was pulled around and they used it like a brush to trail along the other's arms
and ass. It was another hour before they finally rose, put each other's hair back
up and dressed.  With a final, tender kiss, the opened the door and left." "Angel
was waiting for my report, which she wished to hear in every detail and I was
eager to tell.  I commented on how tender they were and how long their lovemaking
was compared to the man." " Yes, generally, women are longer and more tender. 
But some like it fast and rough as well.  Perhaps at the next party, I can
arrange for you to see that.  Women seem to feel the physical effects long after
the act itself.  You will learn that you can still feel the pressure of a full
cock in your pussy many hours after the man has fled the bedroom.'" " Like a
ghost lover!', I said." "Angel laughed.  "Yes, a ghost.  A ghost of pleasure.' 
And she left for the evening.

Monique stopped again.  "Heather, you have so much to learn. Let me teach you, as
Angel taught me." Heather fought her way back from her lust induced trance and
stiffly said.  "I already know all about the things you are telling me." "No, not
about the mechanics, so much.  But the mental ability to enjoy your own lust. For
instance, you are fighting the feelings you are having now.  You deny yourself
the pleasure of the lustful feelings and only make them harder to control.  Reach
out into your lust like it was a warm pond of water and let yourself float in the
middle, the ripples of pleasure from your mind and body will then gently rock you
and fill you with even more enjoyment. Embrace it and it will embrace you.  Try
it." Heather stared past Monique to the waitress, who had reappeared. She was
listening to the conversation.  Heather concentrated on her feels and when the
next wave of fire stormed through her mind, she relaxed and just let it flow over
her.  And instead of it threatening to take her control away, she felt warm and
sexy and aroused, but not anxious.  A warm flood of heat filled her pussy and her
nipples burned, but she let them feed the fire and relaxed. "That's so much
better, is it not.  Now, as your pussy floods your panties with your lust, you
will feel every drop as it escapes, the tiny nerves signalling you as it pushes
past the eager lips of your cunt." The waitress just stared.  She was very
aroused from the story and now this.  Monique spoke to her without looking up.
"My beautiful friend cannot wait for release back at my bedroom, perhaps you
could assist her from under the table with a special dessert of your tongue?" 
Monique stroked the back of the woman's thigh. As surprised as she was at the
invitation and sudden physical contact, they brought into sharp focus the arousal
she had felt building all night and found herself saying, "Yes, I'd love to eat
her out.  I just finished my shift." With a quick look around to see if anyone
was looking, she dropped and scurried underneath the table, the long table clothe
dropping to the floor behind her.  In the dim light, she crossed over to Heather
and contemplated how to start. "Heather dear, our friend is waiting.  Remove your
stockings and panties and she will pleasure you while I continue.  Do not have an
orgasm until I release you to do so." Heather was moving slowly to pull up her
skirt and grip the waistband of her undergarments and eased them over her hips
and down.  Suddenly, a pair of hands began to ease them down her legs and she
lifted her legs to assist.  Cool air suddenly hit her completely soaked pussy and
it tingled. The warmth in her brain increased and she swam out into it. Somehow,
she was totally aware of every nerve in her body, but she was remote and let them
feed her warmth.  Orgasm was somewhere out there.  She floated.  A tongue began
to trail up the inside of a thigh and she lifted her leg over the shoulder of the
waitress and groaned. "Ah, she is a work.  Good.  Now, oh, yes.  The next party. 
That was not when I got to see more Lesbian lovers at work.  That night was
different.  Very different." "This time, Angel told me to wait in a room and she
would fetch me.  I would be able to watch up close.  I waited a short while and
the door opened and Angel joined me." " Now, tonight is a special gift for the
daughter of a friend. A year ago, I introduced her to fucking and today is her
birthday, and her Mother wants her to be introduced to anal sex as well.  She
suggested a threesome.  I agreed and searched out the proper people. Renee is a
bit older than you, sixteen I believe this year.  Her body is developing, but she
is far from complete.  She enjoys sex immensely and I have a special treat for
her in that regard.'" " The anal sex will involve penetration of her other hole. 
Very gently.  We will assist her in learning to enjoy this act.  It can be an
extremely stimulating addition in the enjoyment of sex, but the woman must have
time to adjust and not be allowed to do more than her body is able to do.  Over
time, for most, it can become very enjoyable.  Renee is very eager. Perhaps she
will enjoy her first experience as well, but we must make sure she is not hurt or
uncomfortable.  We will use a young boy for this.  He has a perfect size and
shaped penis for Renee's virgin ass.  The men will not speak to you or Renee. 
They are under my control and direction. You will observe and you may ask
question freely of Renee.  Come, they wait in the next room.'" "We entered and
Renee stood in the center of the room.  Angel immediately began to praise her
beauty and lovely new breasts, which were very evident under a tight bodice.  She
untied the strings at the back and Renee began to undress as I watched.  Finally
naked, Angel motioned me over." " Renee has two very eager, plump young breasts
now.  See how they look like perfect pears attached to her chest?  Are they not
beautiful to look at and hold?'  She guided my hands over them.  I expected them
to be hard, since they stood up so straight, but they were like soft cotton under
my hands.  Her nipples were perfect pink and stood in the center of perfectly
round, equally round areolas. Renee smiled as I rubbed them." " Does this feel
nice?' I asked." " Oh, yes.  Very nice.  They have gotten very sensitive.  I keep
them covered up so I will not be tempted to rub them all the time.' I moved my
hands away and Renee looked disappointed." "Angel said,  She will be like her
mother and sisters in two more years.  Her breasts will be very high and large,
much, much larger than now.  And heavy and firm.  Her hips will round and her
legs become long.  And her pussy will be at full flower, ready to take all
comers, men or women.'" "As she said this, I thought about my Mother and her
sisters and knew I would never look like Renee.  I must have looked crestfallen,
because Renee said cheerfully,  You don't need to worry, you'll be as sexy as
angel once she's passed on the Gift.'" " Quiet child!  She is too young yet!'" "
Gift?, What Gift?'" "I would have told you later, when you were older.  But now. 
I was given a Special Gift when I was a young girl Renee's age.  I then changed
and became as you now see me.  I have chosen you to pass on the gift at the right
time, so you too might enjoy it.'" "I stood and looked at Angel.  Her great
beauty was known to all.  I now surveyed her body and realized what a gorgeous
shape she had hidden under all her beautiful dresses." " I will have your breasts
and wide hips?'  I was awash with excitement over the thought of their heavy
weight and plush expanse.'" " Yes, when it is time.  Now, back to our beautiful
Renee.  My dear, you must step on the step I've placed for you.  To begin, go to
the highest position.'" "She did.  Her legs were now spread a bit open and her
pussy was well exposed.  I suddenly became aware of a man of small stature, no
taller than Renee.  He was much older, perhaps forty five years of age.  He was
naked as he stepped into the light.  But I immediately noticed his stiff prick.
It was very thick and not too long, with a very small head.  It was leaking clear
fluid from his pee hole." " I have chosen Picard because his prick will give
Renee a true stretching for her birthday, because he is a trusted friend in these
matters, and because he is so sexy and will fuck her royally.'  She was stroking
his thick cock lovingly as she said this to him in a wicked voice.  He loved to
hear her praise his abilities like that and smiled." " As difficult as this is
for a man, his job today will simply to serve Renee as a fucking post.  She will
need time to adjust to his thick manhood and will learn to take it at her own
pace.  She is quite tight yet and we do not want her to hurt herself on her
birthday!', she said as she laughed and slapped Picard's thick member.  A drop of
cum whipped up and hit Renee in the mouth.  She licked it off and said,  Picard,
too bad I cannot also have you down my throat while you are in my pussy!'" "
Perhaps we can arrange to have all three of your holes filled for your next
birthday, you eager young wench.'  Angel guided Picard to close in front of
Renee, his prick was up high, the tip ending about two inches above her pussy
opening." " Begin to enter her as I guide you.  Very, very slowly.  That's it.'"
He bent his knees slightly and the tip of his cock, now held by Angel, was now
below her cunt.  As Angel pulled upward slightly, he responded and the head
pressed into her pussy and then Renee gave a gleeful,  OH!, how you stretch me!',
but her voice was filled with pleasure, not discomfort, and after a moment, Angel
indicated Picard should straighten a bit more and the first inch penetrated her
tender pussy.  Renee moaned her delight and teetered on her tip toes to slow the
assault.  Slowly, she lowered herself and another inch was home."


End Part 28B [A-C]


The Adventures of Heather, Part 28C   [A-C]


Heather felt the tip of the waitress's tongue penetrate her now completely open
womanhood and a sharp shudder ran through her.  The pool of lust in her mind grew
warmer and the orgasm was now a visible thing, a red ball somehow just out of
sight.  Her visible shudder drew Monique's attention for just a moment and she
interrupted her story long enough for Heather to notice. "Look away in your mind
from the hot ball that is your orgasm.  Deny it entrance into view and you can
last much, much longer.  Wonderful, that's it.  Relax.  Feel her tongue deep go
deep inside and wash you." And it did.  Very deep.  Heather floated in a sea of
hot, sensuous lust. She was always charging into her arousal, not fleeing from
it.  This was new.  This was not just great, it was WONDERFUL.  She could have
been on the moon at that point, instead of in a busy high class restaurant.  Two
other women at the next table kept glancing over and smiling at each other.  They
knew Heather was getting off.  They just couldn't figure out how.  Her hands were
both on the table and there was no obvious lower body motion.

"Renee began to moan softly and twist her hips back and forth to move his cock a
bit inside and purred to Picard about how great it felt.  How her belly was tight
and full. She slowly began to hump his stomach and an inch now slid in and out
with a slight sucking sound.  Several minutes went by and then Amber guided Renee
down a small additional step on each side, spreading her legs wider and allowing
another two inches of thick cock inside.  Renee gave a deep moan of delight and
stood still for a moment.  The humping then began again, harder.  She was very,
very aroused by now.  Another step and Picard disappeared and she was hanging by
her mons from his cock, now complete buried." "Amber lifted Renee's legs behind
Picard and locked them at the ankles, quickly slipping a length of soft cord
around them and tying a knot so they couldn't come back down.  Now she had
purchase on his hard tail to begin to hump again, and she did." " Renee,' she
said softly,  you must stop now and we will give you your birthday present.'"
"Renee forced herself to stop and looked back over her shoulder.  A young boy,
naked, about fourteen years of age had stepped out of the shadows and came to us
in the center of the room.  His cock was about seven inches long, but
exceptionally slim.  Little spurts of clear, thick fluid kept spitting from the
end as it beat against his belly when he walked.  He was very excited, that was
certain." " Thomas will serve as your rear scratching post.'  She took a jar of
creme from a side table and wiped a considerable amount on his cock, then reached
under and lubricated Renee's rear entrance.  Renee was very excited." "Thomas was
clearly ready to cum at any moment from watching the action, but Amber said
soothing words to him to distract him and she guided the tip of his cock into
position and asked Renee to lift herself.  She did, going up many inches.  The
tip of the cock was now pressed gently into the dark circle against her pucker
and left there.  Tom's little spurts from his excitement continued and now ran
down her crack and dripped to the floor.  As her legs tired a bit, she slipped
down and the tip disappeared.  She wiggled and gasped, but the shaft was slowly
disappearing inside and as she sagged back down, six inches were now inside. 
Thomas stood perfectly still, as he had been instructed.  An almost impossible
task given the state he was in." "I moved around to see from the front and
Renee's face was a wonder to behold.  She was gasping and her breathing was
becoming very ragged.  Her eyes were rolling as she lifted back up and sank back
down.  Moans broke the air and she squealed again and again.  Picard's thick cock
was buried in her to the hilt and her lifting was able to shift it inside, but
not slide it in or out. Her clitoris was rubbing across Picard's thick matt of
hair and she shuddered each time it did so.  Only the slim penis in her ass was
sliding and she was beginning to move faster and faster.  Picard gave a grunt
himself and from the sweat on his forehead and the intense look in his eyes, he
too was about to cum.  Amber continued to tell both the men they could not cum
without her permission and somehow they obeyed.  Renee was now pumping up and
down in a frenzy and began to shudder and her hips twitch in spasms." "Amber
timed the moment perfectly and gave the men quiet permission to release at their
pleasure.  In seconds, they both stiffened and shot deep inside their respective
holes. Renee gave a wild cry of pleasure and her own body, driven to heights she
had never before experienced, spasmed as she crested uncontrollably into her
orgasm, her pumping now spasmodic.  A thick stream of thick cum now poured back
down Thomas's slim cock, across his tight balls and dripped to the floor between
his quivering legs.  All three we groaning in delight at their release." "Thomas
was given permission to withdraw first, and he left the room.  Renee's ankles
were untied and her exhausted legs dropped down, but she was still impaled on
Picard and it was over a minute before he bent his legs, lowered her to the floor
and backed away.  Renee would have fallen had not Amber been there to assist her
to the bed.  The girl's hair was plastered to her neck and face with sweat and
she glistened from her efforts.  Pools of cum were leaking from her pussy and ass
and the bed clothes were soon soaked through, but no one notice but I.  I looked
around and Picard had also left the room." " Did you enjoy your birthday present,
my dear?' Amber said as she pushed the sweaty hair out of the girl's eyes." " Oh,
my, yes.  I never dreamed having your ass fucked could be so delightful.  I
thought I would explode in my excitement.  Now I know a full pussy and ass is
what I want.' She leaned against Amber's chest and closed her eyes, her breathing
still rapid." "We cleaned her up and clothed her and sent her on her way, then
rejoined the party just as it was ending.  My Mother saw me again talking to
Amber and was very angry with me and sent me to bed.  I lay awake long into the
night dreaming about what I had seen."

Heather's lust was rising even more.  Her eye's were closed and sweat dotted her
upper lip.  Her belly was on fire and tight as a drum with the pressure of her
arousal.  Still she was able to drift in the sea of lust in her mind and keep her
orgasm away.  Even as she did so, she was amazed at how long it was taking her to
orgasm.  She drifted on, highly excited, but more than willing to wait. The women
at the table next to them had stopped making any pretense of minding their own
business and were now openly staring and swallowing hard. Renee interrupted their
staring.  "You find public, Lesbian sex exciting? No?" They both blushed and
tried to look away, caught. "She is a hot bitch, is she not?"  Still they tried
not to answer, to acknowledge their arousal at the public display.  Renee was
patient. "She has such gorgeous tits, do you not agree?" "Yes, they're
spectacular," one of them finally answered.  Renee continued. "She is very hot
now and would love to have her tits rubbed to add to her pleasure.  Perhaps you
both......"  She left it hanging in the air. Heather heard this conversation, as
if from a distance, and in her mind, she was almost willing the two women to come
over and rub her chest.  Her nipples were little points of fire and the pressure
of her tight top against her very swollen tits was adding greatly to the tension.
 The firestorm of orgasm seemed a little closer now.  She moved away and found it
harder in her mind to make progress.  The orgasm was overtaking her, very, very
slowly. One of the women rose from her chair and sat in the booth on one side of
Heather, nervous at being so bold.  Her friend still hesitated.

The woman nearest Heather moved over next to her in the booth, looking around and
back at her companion.  She was excited by what was going on, but very nervous. 
Monique's very matter-a-fact approach to Heather's public sex activities had
enabled her to overcome only her initial hesitation, but now that she was here
next to Heather, her other inhibitions were falling fast. "I'm Evelyn, honey. 
God, you are so hot.  What the....?"  The waitress under the table had reached
over and begun to stroke the inside of her thigh.  She had not realized there was
someone under the table and almost jumped out of her skin. "Well, that explains a
lot."  The hand rubbed higher. She hadn't planned on this.  Her friend was
looking at her, still too nervous to come over and join in.  The fingers were
just below her pussy and stroking the very sensitive nerves just below the joint
of her upper thigh and crotch.  Evelyn suddenly realized her underwear was soaked
in anticipation. In seconds she would be finger fucked for the first time in
public and she was practically cumming from the thought. Without even realizing
it, her legs spread open and her pussy was now open for the taking. "Rub my
tits."  Heather whispered in a horse, but soft whisper. "What? oh, oh..."  The
fingernails drifted over her tender pussy lips through her slacks and panties. 
Sparks raced across her belly and Evelyn's breathing caught. Heather's comments
finally sank in.  She turned and closed her eyes for a second to catch her breath
and then, almost as if it belonged to someone else, Evelyn saw her left hand rise
up and begin to stroke Heather's left breast.  It was remarkably firm and the
nipple was a hard, long pencil against the palm of her hand.  She squeezed and
tugged on the swollen areola and Heather moved her head onto Evelyn's shoulder
and moaned. The wandering hand under the able was now pulling on the zipper on
her hip and Evelyn realized the woman under the table wanted to grope her under
her panties.  "In for an ounce, in for a pound, " she muttered to herself as she
reached down and unsnapped the catch at the waist band, then pulled the zipper
down her hip.  In a couple of quick wiggles, her slacks were down around her
knees and suddenly a finger was under her panties and sliding along the slippery
lips of her swollen labia.  Evelyn moaned to herself and her partner stared in
astonishment.

Monique grinned to herself and continued her story. "I was eleven by now.  Amber
continued to allow me to watch various sexual encounters, but no one was allowed
to touch me and I was never allowed to participate.  For my birthday, she took me
to a very exclusive shop on the left bank and in the back, the owner fitted me
with a heavy solid gold chain for my waist.  It was too big and kept falling
down.  Amber told me that I would be ready to take a man when I could wear the
chain all day and never have it fall down. Each day, I would take it out of the
small box and put it around me and walk around the room, but in a few steps, it
would fall to the floor.  I was discouraged by this but Monique told me not to
worry.  My hips would come soon enough." "I had noticed that Amber would slip
away on many evenings and I knew she took a lover then, but she never let me
watch or tell me who it might be.  I spent many hours trying to guess who it
might be from all the visitors to the parties, but my guesses were never
responded to.  Then, on my twelfth birthday, I noticed that the chain would stay
up if I walked slowly around, but one quick stride it fell again.  I was very
excited and told Amber this and she smiled and said my change into a woman was
beginning.  I should be patient. It was hard." "Then, a month later, she took me
to her side during a party and told me she was to meet her lover that night.  Did
I want to watch, I was asked.  Yes, most certainly." "A bit later, she slipped
away and beckoned me to follow her and I did, to a bedroom in the far wing of the
house, a room I'd never been in before." " This is my private place in your
home.'  Amber said. "I keep some things here and sometimes meet my lover in this
place.  We are here first, I see.  She will be along shortly.'" "I was surprised
her lover was a woman, since she seemed to get so much enjoyment out of seeing
the cocks of men in women's cunts, but I said nothing as we waited." "Moments
later, the door opened and I was surprised to see the wife of one of my father's
friends appear.  She was also just as surprised to see me and hesitated."

Evelyn tried to concentrate on the low, sexy timbre of Monique's voice as it
faded in and out.  It was impossible to keep her mind away from the tightness
building in her belly and she repeatedly lost focus.  A finger had now penetrated
into Evelyn's slipper vagina and her hips bucked and drove the finger deeper. 
She knew already she would have an orgasm and the realization of what and where
she was doing this got her even more excited.  She was breathing hard and giving
little gasps into the top of Heather's head as her arousal grew.  Her fingers
stoked and twisted Heather's nipple again and again. Heather found the sea of
warm lust she was floating in getting more and more turbulent.  A firestorm of
heat was surging through her nerves and she knew when the storm broke, it would
carry her with it.

" My protegee will participate with us tonight, my darling.  Come, let me dress
you.  I cannot wait for you to take me.  Do not keep me waiting.'" "Her words
ended any hesitation that Clara, her lover, might have felt.  They came together
and kissed a long time in the center of the room.  The sight of their tongues
plunging in and out and dancing like snakes in heat was extremely stimulating to
me.  Then, Clara sat down and Amber lovingly took down her hair, removed her many
skirts, stockings and dress.  Now naked, I could see that Clara had a long waist,
slim hips and small breasts with black nipples. Her hair, even down,  was very
short for the time.  Amber led her over to the dressing table and began to brush
the hair back, adding oil and making it shine.  With a few pins to gather in the
longest strands, she now had her hair brushed far back, tight against her head. 
Amber removed a soft, black leather corset from a dresser and began to lace her
into it, her small breasts being savagely pushed up and out, making them look so
much larger.  Her hips were now greatly emphasized as well.  A garter belt was
added of black lace. Then, very carefully, Amber rolled black stockings up
Carla's legs, taking time to feather and fondle Carla's pussy and thighs as she
carefully straightened each seam.  Clipping them to the garter belt, she slipped
Carla's feet into very tall high heels and then stood back." " Monique will
assist you with the rest.'" She said. "I did not know what she meant.  Carla took
my hand." " Have you handled a dildo before, child?'" She asked. "I told her I'd
seen them used, but never touched one." " Tonight, your mistress will feel my
strap on dildo deep inside her.  Assist me.'" "She reached inside a drawer and
took out a very smooth, leather device.  She showed me where the straps went and
I helped to fasten it around her legs, waist and rear.  Two very smooth straps
went between her legs and she showed me how to guide them just outside the folds
of her labia.  It was the first time I had touched another woman there and was
surprised to find that Carla was very wet from her excitement.  I told her so." "
Your mistress is a most exciting lover, and I yearn for and anticipate her cries
of pleasure.  Come, attached the cock and we will attend to your Amber's needs.'"
"With that, she withdrew an enormous rubber cock, surely too big for Monique to
take in, and I gasped in astonishment.'" " Fear not, child.  She has taken it
before and loves the way it fills her to excess.  Attach it here, like so.'" "And
it slid into place in the pocket for its end and now was almost a part of her. 
The leather pouch had raised bumps on the back to rub her clitoris.  She now
turned, the black dong sticking out and bending over, bouncing and whipping
around as she moved, just like a man.  I suddenly realized she would enjoy
herself as the man in this match, not the woman." "She undressed Amber and for
the first time I saw her naked.  She had a body of quite magnificent beauty, each
element more perfect than the last.  Naked in front of me, she invited me to
touch her, explore her charms.  Her tall, firm breasts and hard nipples burned my
exploring hands and her tight waist and very hairy pussy were almost inviting me
to explore further.  Amber was sighing as I pulled and tickled her form.  She was
as wet as Carla." "In a short while, Amber was dressed much as Carla, but in
white.  Her amble bosom spilled out of the top of the corset, pushing her breasts
up and out even further, making the turgid nipples erect in the cooler air of the
bedroom." "Carla spoke.  Now, my darling, my manhood will make you cry for joy. 
Spread your legs to receive me.'" "Her tone was harsh and commanding, but her
voice was full of love and tender devotion.  Amber leaned over the bed and Carla
approached from the rear.  She moved me around so I could watch.  Ever so slowly,
she pressed the bulbous head of the black dong against the glistening slit and
more and move of it disappeared as it was rubbed up and down.  Then, it lodged in
the entrance and Carla began to buck her hips gently.  She reached over and
placed my hand on the shaft and I could feel the tremors from Amber's clenching
pussy grip the head over and over as the thick member slowly worked its way into
her now tightly stretched hole.  Amber was moaning and begging for relief, but
Carla continued.  And then, with a soft pop, the head was in and Amber squealed
with delight as she bucked. Her hips began to thrash from side to side. The large
head had her pussy entrance stretched to the utmost, but Amber was enjoying the
sensation, not feeling pain." "Carla began to speak to her softly.  She asked
Amber if she wanted more and Amber gasped and begged to be fucked. Carla placed
her hands higher on Ambers rounded hips and began to work the shaft inside. 
Amber's legs were shaking, but my hand held the shaft tight and soon, my thumb
was up tight against the wet lips of her pussy.  Carla stopped. Amber continued
to cry out softly and moaned in delight as Carla began to work the tool in
circles, the long shaft and large head stretching and moving deep inside her." "
Child, she can take more.  Help push me inside.  She has the tightest pussy in
the world, but my cock will show her a good time.' Carla urged me on." "I moved
around to the bed and Amber looked at me with half closed eyes, her face filled
with pleasure and lust. Yes, push it in.  More.  Fuck me child.  Do not be
afraid. It is want I want and must have.'" "Calmed and excited to be
participating in giving pleasure to my lusty teacher, I moved behind Carla and
placed my mons against the straps of the dildo in the rear and together, we began
to push the shaft inside." "Many minutes it took, Carla being very, very careful
to proceed slowly and let Amber absorb the stretching, but she did at last bury
the enormous shaft and my fingers were now trapped between the firm but soft
flesh of Ambers ass and the hip bones of Carla's steadily pumping hips.  Amber's
cries were becoming louder and louder and my own excitement grew as the hard
leather pressed against my tender bud and my own orgasm approached."

A tremor shook Heather and then another.  In her mind, her own orgasm was a storm
about to overwhelm her.  She tried to push further out in the warm pond, but the
tide in her mind was beginning to pull her back.  She tried to focus on the
story, but the tongue lashing her fully extended clit and Evelyn's hand now
twisting her nipple was becoming too much to ignore and she began to turn in to
the tension of her body. Monique could see that Heather was very close.  She
continued.

"I began to buck and thrust against the firm rear of Carla and her hard straps,
and soon felt the tension grow and I came. It was my first orgasm with partners
and it was so different from my own masturbation.  Strong, and very long. My body
was singing with pleasure." "Carla continued to plunge the hard shaft in and out
and after I came, Carla pulled me around, kissed me on the lips and told me to
suck on Amber's nipples.  I eagerly climbed on the bed and slipped under the
waterfall of Amber's long, hanging hair and, placing my face under her very full,
hanging breasts, began to suck on one, then the other.  Her hair was a nice
sensation on my belly as I sucked and soon, I felt Amber begin to tremble and
then she came in a mighty, bed shaking orgasm.  Small cries escaped from the back
of her throat as she came again and again.  I looked back and saw the black shaft
plunging into her dripping pussy over and over, the glistening lubrication
flowing down her legs.  I heard Carla cry out as well and join her in finishing,
her thrusts becoming very spasmodic and quick, some long and some very short and
fast.  Amber came yet again from the new erratic pattern of thrusts.  And then
she lowered her head to my own young pussy and her long tongue snaked out and
licked my tender hard clitoris."

Heather suddenly felt the undertow take her breath away and her eyes closed to
slits and she exploded in an orgasm that lasted for many minutes.  It was unlike
anything she had ever experienced.  So overwhelming strong, but lasting for ages.
 It was a bliss almost two powerful to enjoy, but so pleasurable, she wanted it
to go on forever.  Forever.  Make it last forever. At last she began to regain
her breath and opened her eyes.  The tongue between her legs was gone.  As her
vision cleared, she saw the waitress emerge from under the table, a contented
smile on her face.  Evelyn still held her, but at Monique's signal, she eased out
of the booth and returned to her table, her dinner partner hissing things like,
"Are you completely crazy?  God, she was hot!  We're all going to get arrested! 
Take me home and fuck me.  Hurry, my god, I'm going to explode from watching
that.  I can't believe it. Shit.  Pay the bill."  They threw some bills on the
table, far in excess of the amount owed, and almost ran to the door. The
waitress, still smiling smugly, resumed her interrupted duties and pocketed the
enormous tip Monique handed her without looking at it. Monique reached for
Heather's hand and they left the restaurant in silence. In the car, Heather
struggled to find some way to resume a conversation, not an easy thing to do
after you've been publicly fucked while your companion tells you strange erotic
stories as though it were a walk in the park. "What happened?  After the last
story?"

Monique smiled.  "It was a year of young lust and education with many young and
old women in Amber's bed.  And then, one day, she called me to her side.  She
told me it was time to give me the gift that would ensure I would always be able
to control people and guide their lusts to my own ends.  It would give me a body
capable of intense pleasure.  It was the moment she had trained me for and waited
for.  She asked if I was ready to receive her gift.  If I was afraid.  I told her
I was ready and not afraid.  And I wasn't, no matter how strange it seemed." "She
stood and undressed me.  Then, she tilted my head back, further and further,
gently, stroking my neck and then she began to kiss me, her tongue probing the
inside of my mouth. The flat of her right hand ran down my belly and pressed on
my mons and two fingers began to enter me.  Her tongue went further and further
into my mouth and then, strangely, I relaxed and opened my throat and the tongue
slid deep into my throat like a squirming cock.  The fingers between my legs slid
deep inside and she now controlled my body.  I was floating on the sensations of
her fluttering fingers and the strange but erotic feeling of a tongue wiggling in
my throat.  I relaxed and found a wave of electricity begin to flow between the
tip of the tongue and the finger tips below.  I began to tremble.  The flow got
stronger and stronger and then a black cloud entered my mind and I knew something
had taken possession of me.  A force.  A power.  We stood for a long time like
this as the power grew and grew.  And then, she withdrew and released me.  The
shapeless power in my mind remained." "I almost fainted.  She guided me to the
bed and began to dress me." " You now have the power. You will soon find it will
change you and make you a voluptuous, beautiful woman with irresistible charms
and powers to sense peoples secret lusts and desires and control them, releasing
these things in others to their delight and your pleasure.  They will have no
choice.  Guard it jealously, but share it with only others who are worthy, as I
have tonight.  You give it the way I gave it to you just now.  It will flow from
you to the other as it did just now.  It is the greatest gift you will every have
to give.  And the greatest curse.'" " A curse?'  I said.   Yes, you will soon
become a voluptuary, as I am, living every minute for physical and sexual
pleasure.  Giving and receiving.  It will consume you. And give you great joy. 
But there is no escape.  Once given, you cannot be rid of it.  You, child, your
spirit was already strong when we first met and I knew you were one with whom it
should be shared.  You will make the most of it and live a life of beautiful
pleasure and endless lust.'  She stood then and lifted me up." " In one year, I
will depart.  In that year, you will feel the power and learn to use it.  I will
guide you.  Now, you must rest.  Your body will already start to change under the
influence of the spirit now inside you.'" "She took me to my bed and I lay down
and was instantly asleep.  In the days that followed, my bosom exploded and my
hips swelled and my hair became thick and full and rich and my spindly body
quickly changed into a perfect form.  Every nerve in my body became enormously
heightened and I felt pleasure from so many things that I never felt before.
Clothing on my skin.  My hair on my back.  The wind on my bare nipples in the
predawn light as I stood in the window, unseen from below.  They grew hard and
tight and I could orgasm just from the fingers of wind touching and pulling on
them." "Amber taught me to play games with men and women and I grew to lust after
a cock in my pussy or a tongue in my twat equally.  I learned to guide people to
release their own hidden lusts and in a way that enabled me to share in the
pleasure.  Such as tonight.  Since that night so long ago, I live my life only to
gain physical pleasure." Heather was silent.  A strange story.  Yet.  She too
could orgasm from the wind on her breasts and pussy.  And had on many evenings
alone at the beach, standing naked at the railing of the beach house and having
the night air flow off the ocean over her and, if the wind was strong enough,
feel the tension build in her belly, and the blood rush to her tight breasts, and
her exceptionally long nipples sting with cold.  And then she would have these
electrical orgasms, surging like fire over her skin. But, other than the strange,
pre-adolescent sexual relationship with Amber, it could be the physical story of
any young girl entering puberty and finding so much changing in her body and
mind. They reached her apartment.  Monique turned off the car and turned in her
seat. "Heather, I have never shared the power with anyone.  I only met one other
woman who I desired to share it with, and she refused it." "Traci."  Heather
thought. "Yes."  Monique answered.   Heather realized she had spoken her thought
out loud. "I am not an evil person.  But Traci somehow came to view who I am and
what I am as something to fear.  And there were other things.  She left me.  I
was heartbroken." "I wonder if Traci ever knew Monique felt this way?" Heather
really did think to herself this time. "Tonight, I want to share the gift with
you.  And someday, you can share it with Traci when she is ready." Heather was
surprised to say the least.  "What?  We only just met!  I mean.  But, you say
you're possessed.  I mean. I don't know what to say."  And was surprised to find
she was fascinated to find out if the power was real.  She pushed the thought
away and it returned. "This is nuts.  The woman is crazy."  The thought slipped
away and a strong desire to share the power returned. And Heather whispered,
"Yes.  Give me the power."  She heard herself say it and fought to regain
control. Monigue reached over and ran her hand behind Heather's head, filling her
fingers with Heather's thick hair.  She began to pull Heather's head back and
Heather didn't resist. She instantly knew what was coming.  And knew she should
resist.  And couldn't.  And knew then that the power was real. Monique stroked
her neck and reached down and unbuttoned her skirt and then the flat of her hand
moved down Heathers hard belly under her panty waistband and two long fingers
slid through the thick black hair and inside her still very wet pussy. Now
kneeling on the seat, Monique leaned over and began to kiss Heather's already
open mouth.  And the serpent-like tongue rolled around in her mouth and then,
slid deep in her throat and the fingers below penetrated and gripped her mons
until Heather felt Monique practically lift her from the seat by her pubis.  And
the strange electricity flowed inside her and the transfer began. "Oh, God,
Traci.  Help me.  What have I done?  To me. To us?"  Her thoughts flitted through
her mind.  The black cloud flowed into her mind and the thoughts ceased.  The
tongue fluttered like a trapped eel, her body shook uncontrollably  and the
orgasm took her.