They hurriedly dressed in their traveling clothes and headed  for
the  airport  in the limo. Sherry looked totally lickable  in  a  pale
yellow  blouse  that set off her golden locks that flowed  around  her
shoulder and hung in a thick mass over her right breast and down below
her  waist. The black skirt was tastefully short, and the black  sheer
pantyhose  accented her straight legs ending in black high heels.  She
would change into the slippers they gave you in first class once  they
were settled.
     Heather  had her luxurious black hair up in a twist and  off  her
neck for once (she missed the sensuous feeling of it on her neck), but
it  showed  off  her  long white neck. A white silk  blouse  that  did
nothing to hide her voluptuous shape was accented with a black  skirt,
rather  short,  and black stockings held up with garters.  Sherry  had
insisted  she  show  off her body on the flight  and  Heather  finally
caved, giving in to knowing how hot it would make Sherry.
     Traci had only called three hours ago and told them of the  great
art  show  they were missing. Heather's works were getting  a  lot  of
attention and it would do Heather's reputation a lot of good  to  make
an  appearance. Upon learning that Sherry was there with Heather  (she
did  sound just a mite jealous, though), Traci had insisted they  both
come over and spend the week at the show. She made reservations at the
hotel  for the three of them to share a room (that would suit  all  of
them  just  fine)  and  Heather booked two last minute  tickets  on  a
British  Air flight and now they were going through the last  security
check.
     "Madam, would you empty your purse for me?" The portly matron was
firm but polite.
    Sherry looked suddenly embarrassed. "Is there a problem?"
     "Your  purse. I'd like to see its contents please." Slowly Sherry
pulled  out  the  items.  The usual clutter,  makeup,  tissues,  pens,
wallet, hairbrush, comb. The pile in front of them grew. A small  hand
calculator.
    "Can you show me this works, please?"
     Sherry  pulled off the cover and started doing calculations.  The
register showed numbers changing and the guard said. "Thank you."
    She looked down into the purse and said. "Is that all?"
    "Ummm, no. But."
    "I must see everything. Please hurry, we are holding up the line."
     Sherry  sighed  and pulled out a large penis  shaped  dildo.  The
switch on the bottom showed it was also a vibrator.
     The  guard  snickered. "Can you show me this works,"  a  definite
hesitation and her smirk grew, "please?"
    Sherry grabbed the dildo and snapped it on. The gentle buzz filled
the  air  and  several people looked at what was in  her  hand.  Faces
started  turning red and people looked away, embarrassed.  All  but  a
very  handsomely dressed blonde just behind them. The clipped  English
accent  added  authority to the chill in the  words.  "Are  you  quite
through humiliating this woman in public?"
     The guard wasn't expecting anyone to challenge her. "It's my  job
to check everything out."
     "I  take it your instructions are to wait till the x-ray shows  a
woman  is  carrying  a sexual device in her bag,  then  force  her  to
display  it and turn it on?" Sherry was frantically putting everything
back  in  her  purse. Heather stood off to one side watching,  feeling
sorry for Sherry, who was now bright red. And looked mortified.
     "It  could be a weapon." The guard was beginning to look  nervous
and seemed about ready to challenge this outspoken woman.
     The  woman was having none of it. "Right. Millions of people  are
assaulted every year with dildos in public places and it's your job to
keep us safe from them." She picked up her bag and held it out to  the
guard. "Do you want me to show you the five sexual devices I've got in
here  and  explain  how they work to you?" A small crowd  of  grinning
women  were  now standing around waiting to see the outcome  of  this.
Embarrassing  as  it was, the blonde spoke for all  of  them.  It  was
perhaps worse that the guard was a woman herself and should have  been
more discrete, even if she did have to check it out.
     The blonde was rummaging around in her bag and began to pull  out
her hand. "No, you are free to go, please don't block the line."
     The  blonde  shouldered her bag and walked over  to  Heather  and
Sherry.  "Cheeky bitch. Little gods. I know we need them to check  for
security  reasons, but really, this lack of sensitivity is  quite  the
limit." She held out her hand. "I'm Lady Moulton. Sorry you had to  go
through that."
     Sherry  shook  her hand, then Heather. "I'm Sherry  and  this  is
Heather."  The  blonde gave them a once-over, her eyes  returning  for
just  an instant to the over-full swell of Heather's chest, then  back
to Sherry. Heather noticed the second look.
     "Do  you really carry five sex toys in your bag when you travel?"
Heather  was grinning, but curious as well.   "Certainly not!  They're
all  in  my baggage!" They all laughed. "Must have given them a  jolly
laugh  down in the x-ray room. I often think I should just pack a  bag
of  nothing but sex toys and have some real fun with them. Hell,  they
probably wouldn't know what they were."
    Sherry was over her embarrassment. "Thanks. I forgot it was there.
I didn't know what to say."
     Lady Moulton took both their arms and they walked to the boarding
area.  "Where  are  you two ladies sitting?" A comparison  of  tickets
showed they were all within a few seats of one another in first class.
     "Excellent. We'll switch with someone once we're up  and  on  our
way. I always enjoy company on these long flights."
     Heather  looked  her over. Expensive. Very expensive.  Delightful
accent  straight  out of finishing school. Very proper.  Short  blonde
hair  almost in the style of Princess Di, but not enough to be accused
of  copying. Trim figure under a tailored dark blue suit,  nice  legs,
heels.  Ramrod  straight posture. Expensive rings and  accessories.  A
wedding ring. Maybe a bit older than Traci.
    "First trip to London?"
     Heather  spoke. "Not for me, but it's Sherry's first  time  over.
We're going to an art show."
     Sherry  added, "She's being modest. Her works are on display  and
the patrons want to meet her. So we are on a last minute flight."
     Lady Moulton looked over at Heather and smiled. Beautiful and  so
young.
     On  board, before they even took off, it was obvious first  class
would be almost empty and they just moved together in three over  size
seats with Sherry on Heather's left and Lady Moulton on the right. The
take-off went smoothly and soon they were being wined and dined.  Lady
Moulton purchased a full bottle of wine and they all had quite  a  bit
to drink with the meal.
    They waited for the trays to be taken away. Lady Moulton was quite
a bit more relaxed at this point.
     "I wonder what the entertainment is this trip?" Heather asked  to
make conversation.
    "Oh, some movie. I saw it when I was over last week. A movie isn't
really  what  I need to entertain me at the moment." More  to  herself
than Heather.
    "A game of cards, perhaps?"
    Lady Moulton laughed. "No, something a bit more physical, I think.
And earthy. Not that I'll get much of a chance for that."
    "Oh, I'm sure your husband will be waiting for you to take care of
that soon enough."
    "Not a chance, my dear. The bore is probably down in the city with
one of his bimbos right now getting his rocks polished but good. No, I
face a bed with cold sheets at home, I'm afraid."
     "That  doesn't sound so inviting. How terrible for you. I'm  very
lucky, I guess."
    "Oh?"
     "Yes,  I  have Traci waiting for me and the rocks she intends  to
polish as sitting about six inches away from you!"
     Lady Moulton laughed. "What a beautiful shape you have, Heather."
Her  eyes  were fastened on Heather's very visible nipples. "Traci  is
very lucky to have you." The pun was intended. They both smiled.
    "But what about Sherry? She seems more than a friend?"
     The  lights went down in the cabin and the movie started  on  the
small  screens attached just in front of each chair. Sherry swung  the
armrest  on Heather's chair and hers up and out of the way,  making  a
short  couch, then pulled a blanket up over her and Heather and curled
up  against  Heather to watch the movie. In seconds, her  hands  stole
along  under  the  blanket and found the waist  catch  and  zipper  on
Heather's skirt and unfastened them.
    "Hey!"
    "Shush. The movie is starting."
     Sherry's  long fingernails disappeared under Heather's  waistband
and  began  inching the skirt down, the nails traveling over Heather's
belly  and  down  to the top of her now moist mound. The  garter  belt
added to the sensation as Sherry pulled gently on the garters and  the
friction  along  her thighs added to the assault on  her  nerves.  The
sexual  tension  in her belly grew in leaps and bounds,  but  she  did
nothing  to  stop  Sherry. She didn't know how to and  not  bring  the
activity to Lady Moulton's attention.
     But Lady Moulton saw the slow moving mound under the blanket  and
guessed immediately what was happening. It did nothing to ease her own
sexual  frustration, but make it worse. "Your friend seems very casual
about  public sex. I mean, carrying a large dildo out in  public  like
that." Heather hesitated. Her chest was getting tight from the fingers
playing  along her bush, ever so gradually working down to the waiting
extended  clit, now poking up through the folds of her lips  into  the
cloth of her skirt. It ached and tingled.
     "I'm afraid I'm a bit to blame there. I wore a sexy outfit to get
her horny and I think it worked a bit too much."
     "It's  quite  becoming. Your outfit, that is. As  well  as  those
spectacular titties. What attracts her?"
    "Garters and no panties."
     "Oh,  your  pussy is just there for the taking?"  Sherry's  index
finger  brushed the side of her clit and she shuddered.  She  couldn't
hear  any  of  the  conversation, as she had headphones  on.  She  was
reading Heather's reaction like Braille.
     "I... I," it was too hard to concentrate. Sherry knew exactly how
to  get  her  very  hot and keep her there. "Yes."  It  was  a  forced
whisper.
    "Tell me Heather, how do you like to be fucked?"
     "I," Sherry's finger slid past the turgid clit and the tip became
wet  for  the  first time as it dipped between the  swollen  lips  and
encountered the pool of lubrication building there. "Slowly.  Gently."
Her eyes closed as the tension took her higher.
     "Like  the  way  Sherry is fucking you right  now?"  Heather  was
somehow  startled. So intent on the sensations between her  legs,  she
was surprised by the revelation that Lady Moulton had noticed.
    "Oh, God, yes. Yes, like the way her finger is in me now. So slow,
so deep, so wet."
     Lady  Moulton shivered. Her lust, suppressed all week, was rising
like some animal not to be denied.
     "I  prefer  almost violent activity as a rule. I  find  the  slow
approach  too frustrating. I need to pound the bed and drive my  lover
to  the limit. Of, course, Harold is a pig in bed, so maybe that's why
the  slow  approach rarely works. I need a partner who can  anticipate
when  I need to go faster. To just rape me in the end, when I'm  ready
to give everything and just let completely go."
     "Yes,  let  go.  Cum  in  their face. Explode  inside.  Oh,  yes.
Ohhhhh..." Two of Sherry's fingertips were now sliding up and down her
slit.  She needed them inside her, but she knew Sherry couldn't  reach
that far across her and do it.
     Almost as a reflex, she turned on her right side and reclined the
seat.  Sherry  moved closer and her hand traveled over Heather's  left
check  and down between her legs, moving up to the nicely framed  twat
now  exposed for easy access. She teased Heather and stroked the  lips
but didn't go inside.
    "Shit. Oh. Please."
    Lady Moulton realized that Sherry was playing with Heather and the
comments were for her lover. But she was now very turned on. Heather's
face was a mirror of lust and desire as the sexual tension filled  her
mind and drove out other feelings and desires.
     Turning  on  her left side, Lady Moulton pulled her blanket  over
Heather  as  well and with a deft right hand, her blouse  opened.  She
pulled  it  aside and a perfect pear shaped breast with a  large  very
dark  brown  aureola and nipple now stood only inches  from  Heather's
face.  Lady Moulton never wore bras. And tonight she was glad  not  to
have to fool with it.
     Heather  opened  her  eyes and the breast swayed  into  view  and
without  thinking,  she  leaned forward slightly,  with  Lady  Moulton
easing  forward  in  her  reclined chair  and  the  nipple  slid  into
Heather's hot, open mouth.
     "Oh.  That  is so nice." Lady Moulton shivered again.  Her  first
taste of female sex was better than she had hoped it would be. And  it
was just beginning.
     Heather put just the right amount of pressure on the nipple  with
her lips and began to wash it with her tongue.
     "Oh. My dear. Oh." Lady Moulton was going to turn out to be vocal
during  sex. Sherry still didn't realize that Heather was now  coupled
with  Lady  Moulton, and continued to watch the screen as she  slipped
the  tip of her middle finger slowly into the waiting honey pot. Soon,
it  was  in  to the second knuckle and she rotated a bit and  withdrew
just as slowly. And that began a regular slow fuck.
    Heather became hotter and hotter. Needing more. Needing it faster.
Knowing   the  wait  would  be  deliciously  good.  Dying   from   the
frustration.  She  pulled more of the pear into  her  mouth  and  Lady
Moulton cried out gently.
    A stewardess came down front. "Everything all right here?"
     Lady  Moulton struggled to cover up her exposed chest, only  just
succeeding.
    "Yes, fine. Just trying to get a bit of rest."
     The  stewardess noticed the slow rhythmic motion behind Heather's
ass  and  realized  she  was  getting screwed.  Her  eye  traveled  to
Heather's  face  and  that  confirmed it. Lady  Moulton  clutched  the
blanket  a bit higher, but from her vantage point, she could  see  the
modest swell of the woman's breast end in Heather's mouth. Nothing she
hadn't seen many times before. Just frustrating to see three beautiful
women getting laid and her having to work. Shit.
     She  walked  away. Lady Moulton began to moan. She  turned  back,
leaned down and whispered in the woman's ear. "Look, I don't mind  you
fucking up here, but you must be quiet while you do it. Would you like
a gag?"
    Lady Moulton was mortified, but was now too hot to stop. Her built-
up needs were in charge now. "Yes," she said simply."
     The  stewardess went to the storage cabinet and  pulled  out  her
purse.  Noisy herself, she learned long ago to carry a ball  gag  with
her  to  protect herself. She judged it a close fit to Lady  Moulton's
mouth and returned to the front.
     Lady  Moulton had never in her life used a gag during sex.  Being
loud  during  sex  had  always excited her as  well  as  most  of  her
partners.  She  eyed  the  ball.  The  stew  leaned  close  again  and
whispered, "It doesn't hurt. Just fills your mouth completely and  you
can't make noise. Open wide."
     She tilted the woman's head back a bit and compressed the ball in
her  hand and inserted it. Lady Moulton gave a grunt. The stew  leaned
back  again. "Now, you horny bitch. In payment for this little bit  of
assistance, I expect you to come to my flat tomorrow night with  these
two  sluts. Tell no one where you are going and be prepared  to  spend
the night. I plan to fuck you to death, and then you can have me to do
what you wish. Understand?"
    Lady Moulton looked alarmed. Her breast was fast disappearing into
Heather's active mouth and she felt totally confused. She nodded.  The
stew  noted  the blonde's alarm and whispered, "I won't hurt  you,  or
them.  But  you will have the best sex you've ever had. Or  ever  will
again." She stood up and walked back to her station. Her panties  were
soaked, she was so excited. She had no idea why she had just gotten so
bold.  It could cost her her job in a second if the passenger reported
her.
     She  was totally amazed the woman had agreed. After five minutes,
her  excitement not abating, she slipped into the lavatory and frigged
herself  to  two quick orgasms. It didn't help. Grinning from  ear  to
ear,  she began planning the next night, almost too shocked to believe
it might really happen.
     Heather  was  near  to orgasm now. Her own  groans  were  passing
through  Moulton's sensitive nipple and giving her clit little  shocks
to add to her soaring arousal.
     Sherry  slipped a second finger into Heather's waiting pussy  and
Heather began to hump backwards in a slow matching rhythm. It wouldn't
be  long  now. Lady Moulton hoisted up her own skirt and  her  fingers
dipped  into her panties as she masturbated, first on, then  two,  and
now  three fingers disappearing into her hole. It had been years since
she  had  been  this  hot and her passion and lust  was  taking  total
control of her.
     The  ball  gag was working perfectly and the trio of  women  rose
toward  the  peak. Sherry was so happy Heather let her do her  on  the
plane.  Heather got her so hot, she knew when they landed that Heather
would  fuck her to exhaustion later in the hotel. She slipped a  third
finger into the now very swollen mouth of Heather's cunt and picked up
the pace. Heather was starting to stiffen.
     Lady Moulton felt the wave of an orgasm approaching. A wave  like
nothing  she  had  ever experienced in memory. It approached  and  her
belly  went tighter and tighter, but it didn't break, rising  up  over
her  like  some monster of lust, ready to crush her in its grasp.  She
moaned a continuous call of sex. And still it built. Her fingers moved
faster and faster.
     Heather  was going to explode and nothing could stop it now.  Her
back  was curved and her whole lower torso felt like a solid,  swollen
sex  gland. Sherry slipped a fourth finger into her and pushed in  and
out  rapidly. And the orgasm took her as it always did from the  rear.
The  explosion in her brain was joined by a red hot flush up the front
of her body and her pussy clamped down so hard on the invading fingers
that she held them in place as Sherry gently pulled and pushed to  add
to  her  pleasure.  Her jaw clamped down, pulling Lady  Moulton's  now
engulfed  tit  totally  inside and pinning  it  against  the  roof  of
Heather's  mouth. The pain and pleasure sent the tidal  wave  crashing
over  Lady  Moulton and she screamed in release. A  whimper  to  those
behind  them  in the cabin, but her soul sounded its pleasure  in  her
wail.  Her pussy flooded her underwear with discharge and her  fingers
were crushed together as the spasm hit. And the next. And yet a third.
    And then, they came down together in the quiet of the cabin as the
movie ended and a series of old TV sitcoms began to play.
     Lady Moulton removed the gag and licked her lips. "My, god,  that
was incredible. My dear, that was an experience I'll never forget. Who
needs movies!"
    Heather slowly turned back and kissed Sherry slowly and erotically
for  some minutes. "That was delicious, my beautiful lover. Can  I  do
you now?"
     "No, I think I'll wait until we get back to the hotel later.  And
then I'll collect my reward. I did good?"
    "You did me just perfectly. And Lady Moulton thanks you as well."
    "Lady Moulton?"
     "Yes, she saw you and asked me to suck her tit for her while  she
did herself. I think she liked it a lot."
     Sherry  looked over at Lady Moulton and all three of them started
to laugh.
     "I  believe I have us in a bit of a pickle." The worried look  on
Lady Moulton's face caused the laughter to die down.
     Leaning  together much like a huddle, she explained the agreement
she had made with the stewardess in the heat of passion.
    "Do you know her?" Sherry asked. "I mean, would it be safe?"
     "Not  to  be rude, but I hardly know either of you as well.  I've
gotten myself into a very compromised position."
     Heather and Sherry looked at each other and nodded. "Not with us,
you  haven't." Heather spoke for both of them. "Look we can spend  the
rest  of the flight getting acquainted, but you have to decide  before
we  get  there if you will simply tell her no thanks or that we'll  be
there."
     "You  mean  you would actually go to her place for, well,  a  sex
orgy?"  She  clearly was in strange territory here. The doubt  dripped
from her every word.
     "Well, we can always leave if we don't think it's safe or not  to
our  liking.  I mean, she has to keep her reputation intact  as  well.
It's not a one way concern."
    "No offense, but I have rather a bit more at stake, I think."
     Heather took her arm and smiled into her eyes. "Tell us about it.
Why  can't  a beautiful rich woman with a cheating husband go  to  the
occasional sex orgy?"
     Lady  Moulton  smiled. Heather had a point. At  least  about  her
husband.  When  do  I get any action anymore, she asked  herself.  "My
first  name  is  Barbara. Barbara Moulton. I'm a Lady  because  of  my
husband  is a Lord in the Parliament. Hence my title. We live  in  the
country  north of London in a vast house we can't afford,  travel  too
much, and have to go to dreadful parties almost every night as we  try
to  keep up appearances. I married my husband for wealth and power and
got  mostly  the latter. The wealth is mostly gone. The banks  own  us
now,  for  the  most  part,  but dare not  foreclose  because  of  the
embarrassment.  Travel like this is mostly paid  for  as  part  of  my
husbands duties and I play the part of the adoring supportive wife  in
public. I don't have much fun anymore. Anything I could want to do  to
really let down my hair would be entirely too risky, so I can't do it.
Today's little adventure was way over the top for me." She looked into
Heather's  eyes. "Not that I didn't adore it. I haven't had an  orgasm
like that since I was a teenager in the back of my boyfriend's car  in
a field. I think I'm saying too much, actually."
     "You  really need to get out and have some fun. Sounds a bit  too
restrictive  for  me, even with all the influence and other  bennies."
Sherry was smiling.
    Barbara smiled back. "I concur completely."
     Heather  and  Sherry  then told her about their  backgrounds  and
future  dreams. And a bit about Traci. "Sounds serious, I'm  jealous."
Barbara  was  completely surprised at herself.  "And  I'm  shocked  at
myself  for  saying that. But, I'll be damned if I'm  not  jealous.  I
never  thought  I fancied women." Heather gave her a  warm  smile  and
squeezed her arm. Barbara squeezed back.
     "Don't  feel bad about being jealous of Traci. Anybody  that  has
Heather for a lover even once wishes she was in Traci's shoes, believe
me."  Sherry  was jealous, but recognized the bond that existed  there
and  never  pushed to make her casual relationship with  Heather  more
than it was. Not that she didn't wish it could be different. Damn that
girl made her horny to look at her.
    "I can believe that." Barbara said.
    Heather felt a hand down her ass as Sherry worked to get her skirt
up to her waist. She turned back to look at her and Sherry gave her  a
real shit-eating grin.
     "We're  two hours till touch down and I know you aren't satisfied
with just one. Roll over and let momma play with you some more."
    "Sherry, we have enough problems without more sex right now, don't
you think." She caressed the grinning face.
     "Honey, I know you better than you think and you need this.  Roll
over and stop being brave. Let me at that lush pussy of yours."
    Heather sighed and did as she was told. Sherry was probably right.
Once  was never enough. Some days, ten was never enough. Barbara would
think  she was a sex maniac. Barbara watched Heather shift and  Sherry
move over behind her again. The tell-tale movements under the blankets
told  her  that  Heather was about to be fucked again.  What  a  horny
little  bitch,  she  thought. And realized  she  was  horny  too.  And
jealous.  To be so carefree to be able to do this so easily.  But  she
settled on watching this time, a bit too nervous to get drawn into the
action.  What  was she going to tell the stew about her decision.  Did
she  even  have a real choice. Certainly the stew knew  who  she  was.
Public disclosure would be ruinous.
     Heather was breathing heavily now that Sherry's fingers continued
to  roam over her lower ass and upper thighs. The nerves were on  high
alert and her pussy was already brimming.
    "Is she a good lover?"
    Heather focused on Barbara. It was hard. The tunnel of lust in her
belly  was sucking her down into its warmth and tension and she wanted
to  just  slide in and float. "Yes, superb. Magic fingers. And tongue.
She knows every hot spot I have. And there are whole bunches."
     "Sounds  delightful. Mind if I watch? And eavesdrop? I  love  the
sound of sex."
     Heather was falling into the funnel. Deeper. Her belly was tight.
She could feel her nipples fight the fabric of the bra and the tension
spread across her chest. "No. No. Join me."
    "No, not this time. I'm too nervous."
     Heather pulled her closer. "She's got my pussy swimming with cum.
I  need her to go inside, but she's making me crazy with waiting." Her
voice  was  thick  with  lust and hot on Barbara's  ear.  Barbara  was
already beginning to think she might actually want to participate.
    "You are a horny bitch, aren't you my dear?" She hugged Heather to
her  neck,  her fingers with their perfect red nails against Heather's
neck and cheek.
    "God, oh, God, yes. Horny. I'm so fucking horny. She has such long
fingers. Ahhhhh!"
    "Not too noisy my dear. Tell me how she is fucking you." Barbara's
voice was deep and throaty with excitement.
     "Finger...  tip... inside... ahhhh... ohhhhhh...  God...  good...
deeper,  yes  deeper...  ohhhhh...  give  it  to  me..."  Heather  was
trembling  with desire. Sherry's expert fingers were now touching  the
sensitive nerves near her G spot, but not quite letting her  have  the
thrill  of  direct contact. Sherry had other things in  mind  for  her
luscious lover's well-stimulated pussy.
     The  stewardess  was  back with a drink  tray,  working  her  way
forward,  glancing  forward every so often to catch  the  action.  She
could  already make out that the women were back in a huddle  and  she
was eager to see if they were screwing again. Her hand was shaking  as
she held the tray out to the few people in the isle and she could feel
her  chest  tighten with arousal at the thought of what the  women  up
front were doing. She was sure.
     "My  dear, the stewardess will want to serve us drinks in just  a
moment. Can you pause until she is gone?" Barbara was trying to  think
how  to not be compromised yet again. But she held Heather to her neck
and stroked her face. Heather was clearly too far gone now to stop. It
was a stupid suggestion.
     The  long fingers suddenly withdrew from Heather's cunt  and  the
nerves screamed in protest. And then she felt the cool smooth head  of
Sherry's  dildo  on  the back of her ass and upper  thighs  as  Sherry
warmed  it  up before penetration. Heather wanted it inside  her  more
than anything in the world at that moment.
    "Dildo. Put it in. Hurry. Don't make me wait. Ohhhhhh, god, YES!"
     Barbara  was  shocked that Sherry was going  to  actually  use  a
vibrator in the cabin, but she was distracted by a voice in her ear.
    "Mind if I watch?" It was sexy, low and very breathy. The stew was
turned on. Very turned on.
    Barbara's instincts helped her here and without a pause she turned
and  said  in a very low voice, "Only if we can discuss our  agreement
about  tomorrow night. Other engagements make that impossible for  me.
Or them."
     "God...  oh...  God... oh... God." The rhythm of Heather's  chant
told Barbara that Sherry was pumping the dildo in and out of Heather's
pussy at a regular interval and Heather was almost beyond reason  with
lust. Heather's hand was alternately gripping her arm and releasing it
as  spasm  after spasm raced across her belly and her brain's defenses
fell  away.  She  slid into the pool of lust in the  tunnel  and  gave
herself to only one thought. Fuck me, oh fuck me, oh fuck me.
     The  dildo  penetrated  ever deeper on  each  gentle  but  steady
insertion until all seven inches were filling Heather. Heather groaned
in short gasps as her insides grew hotter and hotter.
     The stewardess watched Heather's face and her hand almost dropped
the tray.
     "Careful,  dear, or you'll get all wet." Barbara  admonished  the
stew.
     "Too late for that worry, I'm already soaked." The stew whispered
back, wanting to lick Barbara's ear, but her professional caution held
her  back  to a safe distance. Checking to see if anybody noticed  she
was lingering a bit, she satisfied herself that they were all watching
a movie or asleep and looked back down.
     "Barbara,  I'm going to cum soon. Ahhhh... God, it's  driving  me
crazy. I'm sooo hot."
     Sherry  flipped on the switch at the bottom of the  vibrator  and
Heather's nerves went wild from the sudden additional stimulation deep
inside  her.  "AHHHHHHHH! GOD! Shit, this is  sooo  fucking...  good!"
Barbara knew she was going to cum and held her face close to her  ear,
her  blood  red nails a stark contrast to the white of Heather's  neck
and ear.
     "I'mmmm  cummmmm... inggggggggg!" It was a  gasp  and  her  voice
gurgled as the wave of tension flattened her belly and electric shocks
raced  up her spine to her brain. Then the stars came out as her brain
went  into  overload and exploded in thousands of  short  circuits  of
pleasure.  Her  body shook uncontrollably as wave after  wave  crashed
over her.
     Barbara  held  the  shaking girl and realized she  was  extremely
turned  on  herself. She looked at the stew and the stew  was  flushed
with  excitement  and  their eyes locked. The  stew  shook  her  head.
"Can't, please. I'd like nothing better, believe me. I'd get fired for
sure. Please come to my place."
    Barbara said, "Can't. Friday is the earliest I have open."
    The stew nodded eagerly. "Friday is good. My roommate will be home
as well. Please come. You promised."
     Barbara hesitated. An orgy. With women, for God's sake. Her pussy
tingled. "Yes. I can't speak for them. But I'll ask."
     The stew put her hand on her arm and squeezed. "Great. It will be
fun, you'll see. Try to convince them. My roommate will really go  for
the blonde on the end. She's hot." Then she walked back down the isle,
bumping  her hip strategically against Barbara's shoulder as she  went
by.
     Barbara  liked the attention. And wondered if all those bumps  on
the  arm  and  shoulder  over the years as she flew  had  been  secret
overtures  that  she just missed. Next time she'd pay more  attention.
But  right now, Heather's still ragged breath on her ear and neck  was
sending  tingles  down  her spine and she  wished  she  had  used  the
opportunity  to get off again. But the opportunity was  lost,  as  the
lights  went  up in the cabin and landing preparations began.  Heather
struggled  to  get  her skirt back around straight  and  buttoned  up.
Barbara  carefully checked her blouse under the blanket and  found  it
misbuttoned, so she fixed it and then the blankets were put  away  and
they pulled the arm rests back down.
     Sherry  leaned  over. "Well, have you decided  about  the  stew's
offer?"
    "Friday night. She wants you both to come with me. I take it there
will  be  her  and  her  roommate. Are you free?"       Sherry  looked
pleased.  Heather finally found her voice, her face still bearing  the
tell-tale glow of recent sex and said, "We have to find out  what  our
schedule will be. I have to talk to Traci first."
     "OK."  Barbara handed Heather her card. "There is my number.  Ask
for me using Barbara and you'll get straight through. Lady Moulton  is
never  in. Now, I have another invitation for you. I'm having a rather
elaborate fancy dress affair day after tomorrow. All the powers to  be
will be there, as it's one of those can't miss things. I want you both
to  come and bring Traci. I'm going to frightfully bored if you don't.
Please say yes."
     Sherry and Heather grinned. "Sure, but, we have to be sure  we're
free  first.  I'll let you know as soon as we get to the hotel.  Fancy
dress? Gowns, that sort of thing?"
     "Yes,  quite formal, I'm afraid. Black tie for the men.  Can  you
manage?"
     They  had both packed some pretty formal clothes for the show  at
the  gallery  and in seconds had figured out that they  could  make  a
decent showing. "Yes, we have the clothes we need."
     "Smashing.  Now  I  can't  wait.  Promise  me  you'll  be  a  bit
outrageous. And include me in the fun as well?"
     Heather  leaned  over  and  to  Barbara's  amazement  and  secret
satisfaction, gave her a deep kiss full on the mouth. "You bet.  We'll
think of something to help you pass the evening away pleasantly."
     The  plane  settled into the finally approach  and  touched  down
smoothly.  As they worked their way off the plane, the stew  handed  a
napkin  with  her  name, address and phone number on  it  to  Barbara.
"Friday."
     "Yes.  I'm  looking forward to it." Barbara said  with  a  smile.
"Thank  you  for a very pleasant flight experience."     "Thank  you."
The stew said with added emphasis on the you. And winked.
     At the end of the ramp, Traci was waiting. She started to glow as
soon  as  she  saw Heather. Sherry was careful to avoid  any  physical
contact  with Heather as they came up the ramp and held  back  just  a
bit. No signals here of competition.
     They settled back into the car with Traci driving and Traci said,
"OK,  tell  me  all about the flight! I'm so glad to see  you.  Really
glad."  She reached over and squeezed Heather's knee and then returned
to shifting gears.
     "Well,  we  met  Lady  Boulton just  before  departure  when  she
complained   about   the  security  person  making   Sherry   publicly
demonstrate  that  her  dildo wasn't a bomb or  something..."  Heather
never got to finish the sentence.
    "What! You met Lady Boulton!? Do you have any idea who she is? And
you had to publicly display your WHAT?!"
     "Calm  down. Well, we know she is married to a Lord or something.
Very  upper  crust.  She's bored stiff. Very pretty  and  her  husband
cheats  on  her. And Sherry had a dildo in her handbag and  the  guard
made her take it out. Lady Boulton embarrassed the guard to death  and
got  her  to back off and let us through. We ended up sitting next  to
each other."
     "Married to a Lord isn't the half of it. She's married to one  of
the  most  powerful  old  land  owners in  the  country.  Hundreds  of
thousands of acres. They practically support the arts over here single
handed.  Your art is hanging in one of her galleries. God, I hope  you
didn't  do  anything that might screw up your contact now that  you've
made it."
     "Well, we did have sex on the flight and she held me while Sherry
got  me off again. Oh, and the stewardess wants all of us over to  her
flat  this Friday night for an orgy. And we're invited to a big do  at
Barbara's place tomorrow night if we don't already have anything  more
pressing." Heather was grinning and Sherry was shaking her head.
    "SEX!! You had SEX with the woman on the AIRPLANE?!!! And she lets
you  call  her Barbara?!! Amazing, just amazing."   Traci was  silent.
She literally was at a loss for words. "OK, from the top, slowly, tell
me  about the trip. And leave nothing out." Traci stared down the road
and kept trying to remember to pay attention, because she still wasn't
used to driving on the opposite side of the road.
    So, Heather and Sherry told her the whole story, paying particular
attention to describe the sex in detail. In the end, Traci was hot and
flushed,  and  even more amazed. "Only you, my Heather darling,  could
make the most powerful contact you could have in the UK by having  sex
with her in a public place, have others want to start an orgy with the
woman  and have everyone just loving every minute of it. Truly a five-
star performance."
    "Can we go?"
    "To the orgy? We'll have to talk about that."
    "No, to Barbara's tomorrow night. We might meet the Prime Minister
and everything!"
    "I don't have the right clothes for that kind of thing, honey."
    "We'll shop in the morning and get you something. This is once and
a  lifetime  opportunity. And Barbara wants us to think  up  something
daring to do while we are there and include her in the fun."
    "Fun such as?"
     "I think something sexy and erotic. We have to plan it out. She's
so  bored and wants to have some fun. And she's pissed at her  husband
and  I  think  wants to get even a bit. Anyway, we can  come  up  with
something to ease her pain." Heather was already thinking ahead.
     "Yes, I have no doubt that you'll think of something. Nothing too
risky, though, I hope. You have no idea what kind of trouble you could
cause  if  there were a scandal."    "Well, we want her to  have  fun,
though, so we'll let her decide just how risky she wants it to  be  as
we go along and she can call a halt whenever."
     "Here's the hotel. Let's go in and relax and let the travel  dust
out  of your hair. Tonight you have to be at the gallery to meet  your
fans. You have to be at your best for that."
     Sherry  sat  in silence. It hurt to see Traci and Heather  be  so
totally comfortable together. She was jealous. A tear rolled down  her
cheek. Heather noticed immediately and wiped it away.
     Once in the room, they settled in and while Heather was still  in
the  bathroom, Traci came over to her and said, "I haven't thanked you
properly for being with Heather on the long flight. I can tell you are
a  good friend. And perhaps more." She moved very close and placed her
hand on Sherry's cheek.
    "Well, you two are..."
     "We  are lovers. We are friends. I love her very much. But  she's
still  a  wild thing and isn't ready to settle down. And she  attracts
the nicest people all the time. I'm very lucky to have her. Can I have
you as well?"
     Traci's  frank,  direct approach caught her off guard.  The  hand
remained  and  Sherry pressed her face against it as  an  answer.  She
wasn't  being shut out, but being invited in. And she accepted without
another  word, kissing Traci deeply and feeling Traci stroke her  long
hair. God, could she keep up with both of them? She was about to  find
out!
     Traci removed Sherry's blouse and began to stoke the pert breasts
with  the  back  of her fingernails. As expected, in seconds  Sherry's
nipples hardened to pebbles and began to ache.
    "Oh, that is nice. I have butterflies in my stomach!" The trace of
the  fingernails  went lower across her belly and  up  her  sides  and
Sherry was shuddering from the nerves in her skin going wild. This was
a technique she needed to remember for sure! Wow!
     With  one hand continuing the endless trail of sensations,  Traci
unbuttoned Sherry's skirt and it fell to the floor. Sherry was wearing
a  white silk half slip and matching lace panties. Traci pulled Sherry
hard  against her, her hands gripping the back of Sherry's  very  firm
ass  and  digging  into the crack between her buns. Traci's  delicious
breasts  molded themselves over Sherry's smaller ones and the pressure
on their chests made their breath quicken.
    Sherry was trembling inside. She loved a lover who was capable and
skilled  and Traci was both. She knew she was about to be laid  by  an
expert and gave herself to Traci completely.
    Their mouths opened and long tongues slid past each other on their
way  deep  inside  and then the mouths closed over each  other  and  a
wonderfully  wet, intimate French kiss carried them  higher  and  then
Traci  eased her new lover back onto the bed and pulled her half  slip
down the long straight legs and tossed in on a chair. Sherry began  to
peel  the panties down but Traci gently stopped her and began to  kiss
her  breasts,  working her way down to her belly and the  top  of  the
panties. The silk now spotted with a wet stain as Sherry began to open
up from stimulation. Finally, Traci slid down and placed her lips over
the  swollen  cunt and began to suck through the silk. Sherry  gasped.
She bucked as the sensation through the silk caught her off guard.  It
was delicious, a bit indirect and left her extremely sensitive clit at
a  level she could enjoy instead of causing pain. Traci began to  lick
her  through the cloth and her hips took on a life of their own as she
rose to meet each deep swipe of her insides. The silk was allowing her
to enjoy a slow climb toward orgasm she had rarely enjoyed. Usually, a
tongue in her pussy set her off in seconds and then her clit would  be
too  sore  to continue for quite some time. But not now. Her clit  was
rock hard and ached and sent tingles into her belly.
     "Oh,  god," her breath was rushing in and out in shuddery  gasps.
"I...  never... underwear... need... to... cum... oh... yes... Yes!...
yes...  oh... ohhhhh." It was a litany of lust as her mind focused  on
nothing  but the long tongue now pressing the thin silk deep into  her
pussy.  She  wrapped her thighs around Traci's ears and pressed  Traci
hard against her.
     Unused  to this slow climb toward orgasm, she thought many  times
that  she would cum, but the release held off and she began to  thrash
as  her need for release grew and grew. Her arms began to slam down on
the  bed in uncontrolled fury and the passion between her thighs drove
her wild.
     Slam! "Make me cum, damn you... OH... OHHHHH. Shit. Fuck... Cum..
MAKE  ME CUM!" Slam. Slam! The bed shook with the fury of her physical
reaction.
    "Please!... Please!... OH, god... cum... I'm so fucking... HOT!...
Oh, Traci... Oh, Oh, OH!... Please"
     Traci  drove her to the brink and then, through the silk,  closed
her  lips tightly around the rock hard clit and pulled on it over  and
over.  And then the release hit. A sensation of her belly going  solid
with tension, white heat pouring out of her pulsing pussy up her front
and  into her face. She trembled and shook and groaned in short  gasps
as her breath was driven from her. And then, just as the tingles began
to slow slightly, the second orgasm took her and she passed out in the
middle of a wild groan that ended in a hiss of air. Her body continued
to quiver as she continued to release even though she was now unaware.
     Traci crawled next to her and held her close and stroked her back
and  arms. Sherry calmed down, but the exhaustion of the trip and  now
this  intense sex drove her deep into sleep. She began to snore softly
in Traci's ear. There would be time later for more.
     Traci grinned and eased a pillow up under Sherry's head and  then
pulled  a sheet over her, then the spread. Sherry looked beautiful  as
she  lay  there, a sexual flush still in her face, a halo of now  wild
blonde  hair  spilling over the pillow and out onto the sheets.  Traci
patted  her and kissed her forehead and then picked up Sherry's things
and carefully folded them and put them over the back of a chair.
     At that moment, Heather came out of the bathroom in an absolutely
devastating teddy and nothing else. Traci's heart skipped a beat. God,
she was beautiful.
     Heather  kissed her and slid down and pulled her  skirt  off.  In
seconds,  the  panties joined the skirt around  her  ankles  and  then
Heather  buried  her tongue between her thighs. How did  Heather  know
just what she needed! She sighed and balanced herself with one leg  on
the  bed  and a hand on the dresser. A week with no Heather  had  been
pure Hell. Actually worse than hell.
     And now she was going to Heaven with a beautiful angel taking her
there.  Leading her by the clit. Heather's tongue washed over the  now
hard and exposed bump and Traci gasped and then, unexpectedly, came in
Heather's  face in a rush. It was the first of many for both  of  them
that  morning  in  the hotel. Then Heather slept in Traci's  arms  and
Traci  lay there listening to Sherry snore gently in the next bed  and
felt Heather's hot breath on her ear. Yes, this was Heaven. No doubt.
    She began to think of things they could do at Barbara's party. She
dismissed them all as too risky. She drifted off to sleep as well.
     They  all got up and dressed for dinner and then the show at  the
gallery.  Heather called and asked for Barbara and in a  few  moments,
Barbara came on the line.
     "What  a  delight to hear your voice, my dear. I was  afraid  you
wouldn't call."
     "I  would  never  do  that! We can come if the  invitation  still
holds."
     "That's  wonderful! I'll have the invitations sent round tomorrow
to the hotel. Now, can you tell me what you have in mind?"
     "Ummmmm,  not  yet. We have a few ideas, but nothing  final  yet.
We're  too  afraid of getting you in hot water. If  you  know  what  I
mean."
     "Unfortunately, yes. But let me worry about that. You let me know
ahead  of time what you think of and I'll veto anything that might  be
too risky."
    "Fine. That would be great."
     "Super. Now, let me have your full names and room number  at  the
hotel.  Also, I have arranged for escorts for the party,  as  I  can't
have  you  just  sitting at the table by yourselves. Too  conspicuous.
I'll  give you passes for the run of the place and a small map so  you
can  get around. It is very large and we can't have you get lost. Just
have fun. Oh, I've arranged to come down on Friday to see the show and
your  pictures. My agent says you have real promise and I  should  buy
them all up as a sure thing."
     Heather blushed. "Thank you. I'll send a note about out plans and
you can tell us what is OK when we get there, OK?"
     "Fine.  It's all set then. I can't wait. Say hello to Sherry  and
Traci  for me. I'm sorry I couldn't wait to meet Traci at the airport,
but  I was behind schedule and had a whole room of people waiting  for
me for some stupid meeting. Couldn't be helped I'm afraid."
    "They say hello back. We can't wait to see you again. Goodbye!"
    "Goodbye! And they rang off.
     "It's all set. Our invitations arrive tomorrow and we are  to  be
the  bells of the ball. She would like us to send a note over with out
plans and she'll veto anything that is too risky. I definitely get the
feeling  she wants us to be a bit outrageous for her privately  if  we
can  pull it off. I wish we could find a way to give her some leverage
over her husband. There she sits all frustrated and he is off screwing
around."  Heather  found her wrap and they headed  for  the  elevator.
Attractively attired, but not too sexy, they stilled turned every male
head  in the lobby as they headed for the door. Once in the cap,  they
all giggled.

    "Dear Lady Mouton (the note read),
     We  have  decided to come to the party and bed as  many  of  your
husband's  lovers  as possible before the night is over.  We  want  to
arrange  to have secret pictures taken of each tryst so you will  have
some  damaging proof each of the women is bi-sexual. That should  keep
the  current  crop  of  women at bay and spread some  fear  among  any
potential replacements.
     To  accomplish this, we will need for you to arrange for a camera
with very fast film and a blue light flash (to make the person unaware
pictures  are being taken. We assume you can get this and have  it  in
the  house before we arrive, as we don't think we can get such a thing
past security, given the guests you implied would be there.
     We  also need access to as many bedrooms as you can manage  in  a
private part of the house so that the victims can be escorted there in
privacy and left to their own affairs (Oh, I made a silly pun!)  after
we are done with them.
     Finally, once we arrive, we wish to take complete charge of  your
sex  life for the evening and can only promise you some excitement and
fun  before  the  evening  is over, assuming much  of  an  opportunity
presents itself.
     Now,  if you agree to the first part, please wear something  blue
above  the waist as a signal. If you agree to the second part,  please
wear something yellow. And if you agree to both, wear something red.
    Oh, and no masturbating before we get there! A little anticipation
will go a long way.
    Your potential partners in mayhem and vice,
    Heather, Sherry and Traci
     P.S.  Please  discard  this  somewhere  very  safe,  for  obvious
reasons!"

     Heather  licked the stamp and told the concierge  it  had  to  be
delivered immediately. When he saw the address, his eyes widened  just
a  bit  and  said it would go out at once. And refused a tip.  Heather
thought to herself that their stock had just gone up in his eyes.
     It  was  one  of the rare opportunities Heather had  to  use  the
special underwear so carefully made for her that previous summer.  And
she  had  brought along an incredibly hot black scoop neck dress  that
almost failed to cover her breasts, accented her tiny waist and flared
over  her  hips and tail. Her legs sprang out of the bottom  like  two
beacons inviting the eyes to follow their nicely sculpted thighs right
to her pussy. When she pulled the panties on, the special fabric eased
into position and gripped her buttocks and upper belly in a nice firm,
flat  restraint, like hands. As she walked around the room, she  could
feel  the crotch area settle firmly into place, holding her pussy like
a  hot  hand.  Her clit tried to spring forth, but it was pushed  back
down  and held there, only the top edge rubbing gently along the  silk
like  elastic. As she moved, tingles and sparks jumped to  her  belly.
She  had  forgotten how these damn things got her so turned on!  Then,
she eased the bra into position under her heavy, thrusting breasts and
the  upper edge of the cups just covered her nipples, leaving the  top
half  of  the  dark aureole exposed. Then, the web of  fine  spaghetti
straps settled on her outer shoulder and around the back to the clasp.
     Traci  came over to pull the straps together and hook the  catch.
The  result  was spectacular, to say the least. Her already beautiful,
long  nippled tits now stood out even further and seemed suspended  as
if by magic as she moved around.
     "Wow! THAT is some bra, baby!" Sherry said in admiration. How the
hell  does it DO that? There isn't anything to it. No wires, no  heavy
straps,  nothing but a damn wisp of clothe! And I can't get  over  how
hot  your tits look held up and out that way. Magical levitation. What
do you think Traci?"
     "I  think we're going to be late if we don't hurry up a bit.  You
look  fantastic as always, honey. Hard to go wrong with that shape  of
yours."  Traci was also showing off her own nice chest  in  a  billowy
white  blouse  that would pull and move a lot under  her  jacket,  her
breasts being unencumbered with a bra.
     Heather pulled on her black dress and Sherry zipped her up.  With
the  very nice hairdo she got from the hotel hairdresser that day, she
was  stunning.  She slipped on very high black heels reached  for  her
wrap.
     If the three of them had turned heads the previous night on their
way  to the gallery, tonight the lobby came to a stop as both men  and
women  gawked openly. Three more beautiful women had rarely, if  ever,
graced  this hotel and as they went through the revolving door to  the
waiting  limo, the lobby burst into a buzz of gossip. Who  were  they?
Where  were they going? And then when Lady Mouton's name began  to  be
passed around, they understood.
     The  limo ride was almost an hour and a half out into the country
and  it  was  just after dark when they came down the  long  lane  and
pulled  up  in front of the vast house. A country estate in the  grand
tradition   of   British  landed  gentry,  the  beautiful   home   was
breathtaking.  The  three of them presented their invitations  to  the
security  guard,  who  asked  to  see more  identification  and  their
passports seemed to do just fine.
     Inside,  another security check and then they were announced  and
started  down  a  long receiving line. As they were introduced  along,
near  the end, Heather spotted Barbara at last and her breath  caught.
Barbara was in a very attractive, all red dress! Heather nudged  Traci
and she Sherry and they almost started giggling again.
    Heather was wet before she got to Barbara. What a night this would
be,  she hoped. Barbara spotted her coming down the line and her  eyes
lingered (as did everyone in the line, at the impossibly low cut dress
she  had on, and the spectacular set of breasts being exposed.  Almost
naked, but not quite. How the hell was that thing staying up? She tore
her  eyes away from the swollen orbs and shook hands. She was grinning
wildly. She felt so wicked.
     Heather  said. "It's so nice to see you again. We are so  looking
forward to this very special evening. Thank you for inviting us."  She
pressed  a small note into Barbara's hand. Barbara slipped it  into  a
very small pocket in the side of the dress.
     "It  is  all  my  pleasure. I hope you enjoy yourself  thoroughly
tonight. The receiving line will break up in a few moments and  I  can
introduce  you to your escorts and dinner companions for the  evening.
Are  we all clear and have our signals straight for the evening?"  The
grin just wouldn't quit.
    "Heather grinned back. Couldn't be clearer. You might want to do a
bit  of  reading before the evening gets too far along. Could  be  you
need  to see to a few things." Barbara's husband was now openly ogling
Heather's  chest  and Barbara poked him in the ribs  with  her  elbow.
"Stop  staring at the girl's bosom and greet the rest of  our  guests,
Robert," she said sharply.
     The line broke up and Barbara excused herself long enough to slip
into the nearby library and read Heather's second note. It read:
     "Barbara,  you are now our sex slave for the evening.  You  first
order  is  to  remove  all your underwear. If you have  on  pantyhose,
remove  it  and replace it with stockings and a garter. We will  check
you  before dinner. Failure to follow this instruction will cause  you
to loose your special dessert after dinner."
     Barbara took a deep breath. It was beginning. She was so excited,
she  locked  the library door, went to a corner and stripped  quickly,
removing  everything, then pulling only her dress back  over  her  now
loose breasts, flat tummy and long legs. They were already encased  in
silk  stockings and held up with garters. The cool air on her  already
moist  pussy made it tingle and get even wetter. Her hand trembled  as
she hid the slip and bra in a drawer.
     Head held high, she could feel the erotic tug on her nipples from
the  seams  in  the  dress cups and they grew hard and  ached  as  she
walked. She knew she had nice tits, even if they were a bit small. But
the shape was good and there was little sag. They bounced slightly  as
she almost strutted down the long hall.
     The  three  women waited near the entrance to a large room  where
cocktails were being served. Heather could tell at a glance  that  the
woman had done as she was instructed. Barbara's eyes were shining with
excitement as she approached.
     She  reached  over to a shelf and from behind a large  vase,  she
pulled  out an envelope and gave it to Heather. "Now, shall we  go  in
and  get introduced around? Anyone I introduce to you as a 'young lady
of  interest'  is  a mistress my husband is keeping.  Don't  read  the
material in that envelope in here. After a bit, go to the room at  the
very end of this hall and the three of you read it together. Lock  the
door. Please don't lose the papers. OK, here we go!"
     She took Heather's arm and whispered in her ear as they went  in,
"I'm  naked underneath and so wet I can't believe it. Can  I  have  my
dessert now?"
     Heather grinned and whispered back. "Patience. You have  to  wait
until the time is ripe."
    "I'm ripe now, I can tell you."
    "That's nice. I'm horny for you too." She squeezed back.
     The  room  was  full of over two hundred men and women  in  fancy
dress.  No  a few of the women were young and voluptuous, but  Barbara
gave  no sign. As they worked the room, they finally came to a  corner
area and a young waspwaisted woman with large silicon assisted breasts
was  holding  forth with several other people. As she  turned  around,
Heather was instantly taken with her beauty and grace. Her melon-sized
breasts  were straining the dress and spilling out to top in a display
that  was  awesome in appearance. She was a natural beauty,  with  her
hair lightened in blonde accents.
     "Now, Heather my dear, here is a young lady of interest. Cynthia,
this  is  Heather,  a young artist now showing in  one  of  our  finer
galleries. You look particularly attractive tonight Cynthia  my  dear.
If  you'll  excuse  me  for a moment." Barbara slipped  away,  leaving
Heather to face Cynthia, who appeared a bit pale.
    "How nice to meet you. How are you associated with Lady Mouton?"
     Cynthia  hesitated.  "Actually, I'm an  old  friend  through  her
husband." Cynthia's eyes traced over Heather's bosom, obviously  quite
natural, unlike her own, and they widened a bit as she perceived  that
a  bit of aureole peered over the top of the dress. She loved breasts,
and  here were a set to rival her own. Her pussy moistened. She  never
slept with women, but was always buying girly magazines to look at the
tits.
     "You  have a beautiful shape, Cynthia. You boyfriend must  really
enjoy  those."  Cynthia tore her eyes from the  straining  chest  just
opposite her own and stammered. "I hope he does. Sometimes I wonder if
they were worth what they cost me."
     "Well, I'd know what to do with them." Heather was direct.  Let's
see what she does.
     Cynthia  knew Heather was hitting on her. "I bet you  get  enough
practice with your own." Their eyes met. "Unfortunately, I'm not  into
sex with women. But you would be quite a handful, I'm sure."
     Heather  didn't press. This would be easy. "Maybe later we  could
talk about this some more"
     "I have an engagement later. A man thing. With a big cock for  my
pussy."
     "There's  more than one way to stuff a pussy, you know."  Heather
wanted to do it right then, but Barbara wandered back. Her timing  was
actually excellent, as it were.
     "Well,  have we gotten to know each other a bit? Sorry,  Cynthia,
but Heather is in demand on the other side of the room."
    Barbara steered her away and whispered in her ear. "The others are
in the library waiting for you, read the information I gave you in the
envelope. Are you going through with this?"
    "Of course. See you in a bit. If you see us come in and out, don't
interrupt unless something is wrong or you think we have to  stop  for
some reason. Phase one will be over before dinner." She gave Barbara a
squeeze,  reaching past her arm and stroking the side of  the  bobbing
boob  under the dress. Heather's fingers felt hot through the  fabric.
Barbara  gave  a shiver and squeezed the hand against her  side.  God,
this girl could make her hot.
     They  parted  at  the door and Heather hurried  to  the  library.
Knocking  softly on the large oak door, she heard the  lock  turn  and
Sherry peeked out. "Oh, good, it's you. Get in here."
     Heather slipped inside and tore open the envelope. Inside  was  a
map  of  the house, six passes to the private wing, and three bedrooms
marked  with  an "x". A symbol for a camera was placed  in  the  first
room,  with  the word "dresser" followed by a "1". "OK, here  are  the
rooms  we  can use. Memorize the layout. The camera is in the dresser,
top  drawer in the first room. Now, I've already met Cynthia  and  she
likes girls, although I don't think she's ever had sex with one.  This
should be easy. How about you two?"
     Sherry spoke first. "Gail. Skinny, gap in her upper teeth. Pretty
in  a  dark  way. Long dark hair piled up on her head. Oh,  big  tits.
Silicon probably. They look good
on  her,  but  in  a  way  that tells you way too  big  for  the  body
naturally, you know what I mean? Definitely not into
women  for  sex. Smart. The big tits actually look good on her.  She's
shy  about them, from the way she dresses and holds herself.  Probably
hasn't had them too long. Big like that I mean."
     "Linda."  Traci  followed up. "Pretty brunette, short  hair,  big
boobs  as  well.  At least we know he likes big tits!  Not  so  sharp.
Seemed  a  bit fuzzy when I came on to her. Confused her. I think  she
doesn't  know what to think. I should think she'll enjoy it,  then  be
totally conflicted about it for a long time."
     "OK,"  Heather  said. "I'm first. Traci, you're  on  the  camera.
Sherry, wait thirty minutes and then bring Gail up. I'll be the camera
operator  for  you.  You take Traci's pictures.  Remember,  don't  get
carried  away.  Watch the clock. We have to be down for dinner.  Leave
the  bimbos in the room afterward to fend for themselves. Now here are
the pills." She gave each of them one. "Slip it in their drink and  it
will  dissolve  in about five seconds. It's pretty much tasteless.  It
takes  five  minutes to hit them and you can tell because  their  eyes
will  defocus and they will start to slur their speech. Just  move  in
and  firmly  suggest going somewhere and lying down  until  they  feel
better.  They will be confused and not thinking clearly, so don't  pay
any  attention  to what they say from that point on. They  are  pretty
much putty at that point. Within fifteen minutes, they are going to be
totally  under your control, but keep them on their feet and get  them
to the room as fast as possible. OK, all set? Good luck everyone."
     Heather headed straight across the ballroom for Cynthia, who  was
still holding forth in the corner. As she approached, she noticed that
Cynthia's  champagne glass was almost empty. She spotted a waiter  and
lifted  two glasses of the tray, dropping the pill into one  from  her
palm  as  her  hand crossed the lip of the glass. It  dropped  to  the
bottom  and  was dissolved before she reached Cynthia. "Hello  again."
She  held out the glass to Cynthia, who set down her now empty one and
took it.
     "Thank  you.  We  do  have waiters for this, you  know."  Heather
wondered if she should smack her.
     Instead,  she just smiled. "Of course, but I spotted  your  empty
glass  and  thought I'd save you the trip. Here's  to  Lord  and  Lady
Mouton."  She lifted her glass in a toast and Cynthia, to  be  polite,
raised  hers  and  took a good sip. It was a weak toast,  but  Heather
couldn't think of anything else.
     "So, you said you know Lord Mouton. Do you work for him?" Heather
said as innocently as possible.
     Cynthia  gave  her a curious look and hesitated. "No.  Old  close
family  friend  of my father." Which was true. And also  a  lie.  Lord
Mouton kept her in a very expensive exclusive flat in London and  paid
all her expenses.
     "I  understand  many of the old families keep in close  touch  in
England. Like a sort of club of rich people." Heather keep talking.
     Cynthia  didn't seem to mind the young American's feeble attempts
at conversation. "Yes and no. They all know each other to some extent.
Most  are  members  of the House of Lords, went to the  same  schools,
belong to the same clubs in London. Hard to miss each other. My  daddy
and  Lord Mouton were in school and the service together. We kids just
got  shipped back and forth between houses and I thought  I  had  more
uncles and aunts. It was very confusing for a while!"
     "Oh.  Sounds nice. This sure is a beautiful home." Heather looked
around.  The  room was spectacular, with statues and busts  along  the
walls, along with many large oil paintings depicting great battles  in
British history. As she looked around, she took the occasion to  study
Cynthia's eyes and thought she detected a small amount of flush in her
face.
    "You look hot."
     Cynthia  didn't  know  how to take the comment,  given  Heather's
earlier attempt to hit on her. "I..."
    "The room is a bit warm. Are you OK"
     "Oh,  I  thought..." she giggled. "Yesh, I'm fine..." She  slowly
looked at Heather and her eyes were pools as her eyes dilated. Now, in
seconds, her speech was slush. Heather put down their glasses and took
Cynthia's  arm firmly at the elbow and began to steer her  toward  the
side  exit.  "You  need  to  lie down for  a  few  minutes.  You  look
terrible."
    "Mmmmmm confoozed bit. What happnin."
     They  cleared  the room and headed down the hall  toward  a  side
staircase.  In  this wing, upstairs at the end was the  bedroom.  They
headed  up the stairs. Heather studied Cynthia's tits as they  jiggled
their way up the stairs. She idly wondered if her own boobs were still
in the dress. A glance down told her they were.
    "Wrrr goin?"
     "There  is a bedroom down here where you can lie down for  a  few
minutes and no one will notice."
    "Nice."
     "Yes,  then  I'm going to undress you and fuck you."       "Nice.
Fuck me. Nice. Pretty Heather. Nice tits. Don't do it with women."
    "Yes, I know. But tonight will be an exception, now won't it?"
     They  reached the top of the stairs and down the hall a few  feet
away as a security guard.
     "I'm  sorry madam, but this part of the house is a bit off limits
to the guests, I'm afraid." He was handsome and very polite.
     Heather fished out the two passes for her and Cynthia and  handed
them to the guard. "Yes, well, Lady Mouton asked me to escort her to a
bedroom  and tuck her in. Too much champagne I think." The  guard  saw
the  passes were in order and handed them back. He failed to lift  his
eyes from the two impressive chests and began to talk to their tits.
     "Of  course.  Don't lose the passes. She looks a  bit  under  the
weather."  His  eyes  were  solidly fastened  on  Heather's  partially
exposed nipples.
     Heather  realized his stare was turning her on. And  her  nipples
hardened. "Yes, thank you. Be back in a bit. Don't want to be late for
dinner."
     He finally looked up. "No, of course not." He blushed. Caught red
handed. "I. Sorry, that was rude."
    "Don't apologize. If we put them out on display, we have to expect
the stares. Do you like them?"
     He  hesitated. "Quite remarkable, if you'll allow me to be frank.
Don't ever remember seeing better. Quite beautiful. Sorry, it is a bit
lonely up here, so..."
     Heather leaned over and kissed him on the cheek and whispered  in
his ear. "Thank you."
     She pushed Cynthia on down the hall, counting doors. At the right
one,  she opened the door and guided Cynthia inside and shut the door.
In  the  low lighting, she could see a four poster canopy bed  with  a
deep red spread. The room was sumptuously decorated.
    Heather took it in with a sweep of her eyes and began to unzip the
back of Cynthia's dress.
    "Naughty. Take dress off." Cynthia was trying to talk and couldn't
make sense come out. Heather peeled the dress carefully over her head.
Next  came  the platform bra and Cynthia's oversized melons drooped  a
bit  and  the nipples went hard from the cool air in the room  hitting
them.
     Heather  began  to run her hands over these delightful  tits  and
decided  that  she  liked their heavy feel in her  hands.  She  leaned
forward and took a turgid nippled deep into her hot mouth and began to
wash the tip with her tongue.
     Cynthia groaned. "goshhhh. No. Wrong." She tried to push  Heather
away  and the weak pushed failed. Heather's hot tongue was making  her
horny, in spite of being half-drugged.
     Heather  changed nipples and firmly manipulated the breasts  with
her  hands, pushing the swollen flesh around. Funny, she thought,  you
can't  tell  there  is  silicon in there. They feel  like  mine,  only
harder. Suddenly, she was hot herself. Keep your mind on what you  are
doing,  she  thought. She guided Cynthia to the bed and realized  that
Cynthia  didn't have on pantyhose or stockings. Just a  pair  of  very
sexy,  incredibly  brief  silk panties. The woman  did  have  a  truly
voluptuous  shape.  Now Heather's pussy was soaking  wet.  Focus,  she
thought.
     She pulled the stays off the canopy at each post and quickly tied
Cynthia's arms back and to the corners.
    "Oh, I slave. Don't hurt master. Heather fuck me. No, please."
     Heather pulled the woman's panties down and laid them on a chair.
In  seconds, she tied the woman's ankles to the lower posts  and  then
quickly  removed her dress and underwear. Sitting on the edge  of  the
bed,  she again began to rub the woman's breasts, enjoying their  firm
resistance on her palms. They stood up with almost no tendency to  sag
to the sides. The nipples were rock hard and dug into her palms as she
rasped her hands over them, beginning to pull and tug gently on them.
     Cynthia  groaned. Heather could smell hot pussy and realized  the
woman  was very turned on. She relaxed. At this point, she decided  to
enjoy fucking the woman and forget why she was there with her.
     She  got  up on the bed and straddled one of Cynthia's restrained
thighs  and began to lick and suck these delicious oversized  breasts.
Cynthia's  breath was getting very ragged and she was  now  whimpering
and  groaning  slightly.  The licking moved lower  and  lower,  always
returning to the wrinkled nipples and then she started to bite.
     Cynthia finally gasped out a request. "Ohhhhhh. Fuck me. Heather.
Fuck me. Jesus." She said it clearly and distinctly, the slurring from
her  speech  gone. It alarmed Heather and she sat up and  stared  into
Cynthia's eyes. They were still very dilated, indicating the drug  was
now  in full effect. She relaxed again. She wasn't sure just how  much
time  was  left  before Traci would arrive to take  pictures,  so  she
decided to pick up the pace and be sure they were ready. Sliding down,
she  began  to  lick up the sides of Cynthia's thighs and  around  the
edges of the soaking wet pussy. It's fresh, hot smell was driving  her
own erotic reaction higher and higher.
     "Ohhhhhh. Lick me. Yes. Make me cum." Deep into the lust  pushing
the  fuzzy effect of the drug from her brain, Cynthia was now more and
more  focused  on the pulsing fire pouring out of her  cunt  into  her
belly  and brain. Her chest was on fire, the nipples feeling cold  and
electric.  Unlike some women who get implants and loose  most  of  the
feeling  in  their  nipples, her breasts  had  come  alive  after  the
operation to a level much greater than before.
     Heather  reversed  her position and now  was  in  a  69,  finally
lowering her head and pushing her tongue between the swollen lips. She
was greeted with a hot flow of lubrication as she plowed her tongue up
and down the folds. Cynthia shuddered and groaned and gasped, twisting
against  her  bonds as the heat in her thighs shot  to  her  brain  in
growing cascades.
     Without  warning, and much to her astonishment, Heather  suddenly
felt Cynthia's hot tongue on her ass and then penetrate her own steamy
pussy. The insertion of a very long tongue deep inside her brought her
to a halt for a moment as she became captive to her own rising lust.
    "Oh, that is nice." Heather said, almost to herself. "Don't stop."
Cynthia mumbled back. Lust now focused her and drove her. Although one
part of her was amazed at what was going on, she continued to lick the
woman's  pussy  and  push her tongue inside.  She'd  never  done  this
before,  but her first attempt was none to bad and Heather was shortly
gasping  herself, now bent back to the task at hand.  It  wouldn't  be
long now. Maybe they would cum together.
     Now  intent on what she was doing, Heather didn't hear  the  door
open  and  close or the drawer to the dresser slide open and shut.  It
was  only when Traci settled on the bed next to them, camera in  hand,
that she looked up.
     "You  look like you're having fun, not dishing out punishment  to
this evil woman."
     Heather  was sitting up and fucking Cynthia's face as  the  eager
tongue washed her insides. Her belly tightened and she shivered.  "She
just  started." It was a gasp. Her breath became more and more uneven.
Traci recognized the symptoms.
     "Hey, my young lover. Look, I can't take pictures of you if  your
face is in the field of view, and we can't see her face with it buried
in  your  pussy  like this. Cum and then finish her  off.  Hurry  up."
Heather's  head  was  back and she couldn't be  sure  she  was  paying
attention.  Her nostrils were flared and she was gasping  and  shaking
uncontrollably.
     "Oh!  She's making me cummmmmmm!" Heather reached out and grasped
Traci's shoulder to brace herself as she felt her stomach go solid and
a  wave  of heat begin to pour across her front. Traci, out of  habit,
began to stroke Heather's bounding tits and pull the long nipples. The
orgasm slammed through her and she shook hard. It was a minute or  two
before  she  could continue on Cynthia. She moved out of  the  69  and
between  her  legs and began to make her cum with her tongue.  Cynthia
began to groan and then her back bent and she came in Heather's mouth.
    Traci shot a series of photos, being careful to keep the Heather's
face  out  of the pictures, but clearly showing Heather's  breast  and
sometimes a bit of the curve of her hip and her pussy. Cynthia's  face
was lovely as the lust coursing through her body showed clearly on her
face.  The  woman was clearly enjoying the experience. Too, bad  she's
not  going to like the ending to this little escapade, Traci  thought.
Nice body.
     "OK,  kid,  we  got what we wanted. You can quit  now."  "Just  a
minute.  She's ready to go again." Heather sucked the hard  button  of
Cynthia's  clit between her lips and Cynthia came again  with  a  wild
cry.  A  couple of quick licks and Heather sat up. "Too  bad.  I  like
her."
     "You  like everyone. Get dressed. Sherry's next door now and  you
have to take the photos. I'm on my way down to the party to pick up my
target. Hurry."
    They hugged.
     Traci  headed  back  down the hall. Heather dressed  as  fast  as
possible, put Cynthia's pass on the chair with her clothes and slipped
through the door to the room next door through the adjoining passage.
     Gail  was  tied  to  the  bed naked, with  her  oversized  melons
thrusting straight up in defiance of gravity. Sherry had a gag on  her
and  her  legs  were  tied up high to the tops of the  posts,  holding
Gail's  legs  up  almost at right angles to her hips and  wide  apart.
Sherry was between her legs licking like mad and Gail was twisting and
groaning and yelling into the gag. Sherry was still dressed! Gail  was
sweating and her skin glistened in the dim light in the room.
     "Sherry,  for God's sake, you have to get out of that  dress.  We
have to make sure you can't be identified."
     Sherry lifted her head long enough to say. "OK, you undo  me  and
help  me  out  of  the clothes. Then suck her boobs or something.  The
bitch just won't cum."
    "She doesn't like it?"
     Heather had set down the camera and was pulling Sherry's dress up
and then over her head. She unsnapped her bra and it fell to the floor
by  her knees. Her pert breasts hung down slightly. Heather eased  her
French cut panties off and eased her shoes off and put everything on a
chair out of the way.
    Sherry finally responded. "Not at first. She really yelled, bucked
and  damn near knocked me out a couple of times with the knees.  So  I
tied  her  up  like this and gagged her with a scarf from the  dresser
over  there." Sherry buried her tongue in the now slick pussy and Gail
groaned and her hips bucked again against Sherry's mouth. Sherry  came
up  for  air. "But she finally got hot, she just doesn't cum. I  think
she's  so  hot  she  must  be ready to explode.  But  she  just  keeps
moaning." She buried her face in the steamy pussy and began to  tickle
the hard clit again. Gail whimpered and moaned.
     Heather  sat on the edge of the bed and began to stroke the  firm
breast next to her. She leaned forward and said.
     "Do  you want us to stop?" Gail opened her dilated eyes and tried
to focus on Heather's face. She shuddered as Sherry's tongue roared up
into  her pussy again. Her face glistened with sweat. "No." She  shook
her head.
     "Do  you ever have orgasms?" It was a valid question. Maybe  this
was  a mission impossible and they should just take staged photos  and
get out.
    No. Another head shake.
    "Sherry's very good at what she's doing. Maybe this time."
     No.  "I'm  going  to take off the gag so you can breathe.  Please
don't scream or we'll have to put it back on. There, better?"
    Gail's head was back and she was groaning and whimpering. "Please,
fuck  me, please, put something in my pussy and fuck me. Oh,  my  God.
This is so fucking good."
    "Sherry, do you have a dildo in your purse?"
    "No." And back into the cunt.
     Heather glanced around the room and spotted a candelabra  on  the
dresser.  She went over and removed a fat blue candle from the  holder
and returned to the bed. "Here, any port in a storm."
     Sherry  looked up and took the candle and slid it into her  mouth
and  got  it very wet, when pressed the fat end into the open hole  in
front  of  her. Gail began to groan and hump the candle as inch  after
inch went in, filling her up.
     "Yes,  oh, so big. Nice big cock. Fuck me hard." Sherry began  to
pump  the candle in and out and lick the now exposed clit. Sherry  was
bucking and twitching. But she didn't cum.
     Heather took a nipple in her mouth and sucked and pulled hard  on
the other one, twisting it around her finger.
     "AHHHHHHHH!" Gail gasped from the overload of sensations. She had
never  been so hot in her entire life and was now out of control.  Her
control  slipped away and then Heather bit her nipple hard. The  sharp
pain  cut  though  whatever block in her brain existed  to  having  an
orgasm  and  in  the short seconds it took to focus on the  pain,  the
overloaded orgasm exploded in her brain and her belly and she screamed
and came with a violent shudder against Sherry's mouth.
     Heather clamped her hand over the woman's mouth, but she was only
whimpering  and  moaning now. Heather grabbed the  camera  and  before
Sherry lifted her head, Heather snapped a half dozen perfect shots  of
the  overheated, spread-eagled woman with a candle in her cunt  and  a
woman licking her clit.
    Heather tapped Sherry on the back of the head. "OK, hot stuff. She
went  off like a bomb. I got the pictures and you need to get  dressed
to shoot Traci and Linda."
     Sherry  squatted back on her heels and slowly removed the obscene
candle  from the still pulsing pussy. "Do you really think it was  her
first orgasm? I mean, ever? God, that made me horny."
    "Might have been. She was really on overload when it finally came.
I  bit  her hard to refocus her for a moment and then she was able  to
release.  Poor thing. God, I can't imagine not cumming.  I'd  explode.
Come  to think of it, that's about what she just did. Yeah, I'm  horny
too. I'm saving something for Barbara."
     "You're crazy to try that. You better not get caught." She helped
Sherry  into her dress and headed out of the room and back downstairs.
Two  down and one to go. She hoped Traci didn't have any problems. She
checked  her  watch and it was twenty minutes to dinner. Five  minutes
late, but they could do it.
     Sherry made sure Gail's stuff was over the chair and her pass was
on  her  underpants and then she untied the exhausted woman. Gail  was
still trying to focus and talk.
    "You raped... me."
    "I guess you're right. You seemed to enjoy it." Sherry paused.
    "Don't leave me."
    "I'm next door for a few minutes, then I'll come back and check on
you.  Your clothes are on the chair and when the drug wears  off,  you
can go back downstairs. You'll be fine."
     "No.  Mean.  Make love to me again. Pless." Her speech  was  very
slurred again.
      Sherry   stroked   her   arm.  "Did  you   like   the   orgasm?"
"Fantastic. Unbelievable. Again, please."
     "Sorry, can't right now. And somehow I think when you are feeling
a  bit more together, you aren't going to like me so much." She patted
her  again and ran her hand up over one of those magnificent tits. The
nipple was still rock hard. Gail shivered with arousal. Sherry removed
her  hand and stared at the woman. She realized she was very attracted
to  her  and it came as a complete surprise. "I know you won't believe
this, in spite of what I, I mean we, just did to you, but I really  am
attracted to you. Too bad there isn't any way now."
     She  turned and left. Gail struggled to turn her head and watched
the beautiful blonde leave by the connecting door. Then she closed her
eyes and slept for a few minutes. The drug was starting to wear off.
    Sherry found Traci undressing a very blitzed Linda. Sherry quickly
undid  the long dark hair and they lifted her on to the bed  and  tied
her down. Traci slipped out of her things.
     Sherry  found herself admiring Traci's wonderful boobs. So  full,
heavy and loose enough to jiggle like jell as she walked. Heather  had
told  her  about how those tits turned her on every time  Traci  moved
around  and now she fully understood Heather's attraction.  And  found
herself  thinking of those equally wonderful oversized tits next  door
on  Gail.  Jesus, she wished she could figure out how to get close  to
Gail, but it was impossible now. The woman would hate her for sure.
     "Well,  we are running very late. We don't have time to  actually
have  sex  with  her. Get the camera and I'll pose for the  pictures."
Traci  said, moving into position up on the bed between Linda's  legs.
Linda appeared to be watching, but said nothing.
     Sherry  didn't think that was right. "No, we have to get her  off
like the others. It wouldn't be fair to her."
    Traci was astonished. "Fair? What the hell has fair got to do with
this? The bitch is cheating with Barbara's husband. Get the camera."
    "No. Eat her. I'll suck her tits. We can get her over the top in a
few  minutes. Look, she's even trying to make room for you to  get  in
there. She wants it."
     "We haven't got time." But Traci eased down and began licking the
outside lips. To her surprise, Linda was already wet. Maybe Sherry was
right.  Maybe they could get her off and make it down to dinner.  "You
might be right. OK, you work her over up top."
     Sherry  already  lowered her head and took in yet  another  hard-
tipped nipple. This was a night of titsucking for sure.
     For  the  first  time, Linda made a sound. A  sigh.  Followed  by
another  as  Traci shoved her tongue deep inside Linda's  now  sopping
slit.  In...  Out. Up to the clit. Linda shivered and  moaned.  Sherry
traded breasts and sucked in the other one, leaving a cold, wet nipple
between  her  fingers and thumb. She squeezed and  kneaded  the  tight
flesh. Linda gave a small cry of excitement. Linda's belly was already
quivering  and  Traci began to suck her clit in and  out  between  her
tight lips, licking the tip as it came inside her hot mouth.
     "Shit!" Linda cried as electric shocks from her clit exploded  in
her brain. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" Sherry knew Traci was really working her over
down  there. She moved back to the first tit again and pulled as  much
as  possible  inside her mouth, a loosing battle at  best,  given  the
enormous size of the silicon enhanced mound. But the heat in her mouth
drove Linda wild and a hot flush raced across Linda's chest. She  felt
like  her  whole  body was on fire and the tension in  her  belly  was
starting to spread. She was about to cum.
    Sherry spotted the signs and pulled away and grabbed the camera.
    "Cummmmmmmmming!" Linda shouted in an orgasmic release as her hips
lifted  Traci  up  off  the bed, shivering and shuddering  in  spastic
jerks.
    The camera clicked and clicked and Sherry had six perfect shots of
Linda  with  a  woman between her legs, clearly in the  middle  of  an
intense orgasm. Her nipples were rock hard.
     "OK,  Traci. We got the pictures. Get dressed while I rewind  the
film and ditch the camera. Come on, come on." Traci struggled into her
outfit, turning to let Sherry zip her up. "That made me horny."
    "Yeah. I think we all have that problem now. OK, nice and easy, we
untie her, leave her clothes and pass, and go down to dinner. We  have
five minutes. Move it."
     They  appeared in the ballroom just as the dinner  gong  sounded.
Their escorts were waiting by the door and they slid into line in  the
perfect seating order.
     It  turned  out they were just opposite Barbara and  her  husband
across the very wide table. It had a long table cloth that hung almost
to the floor all the way around. Barbara beamed when she saw all three
women  in  their  chairs, chatting away with their dinner  companions,
getting  acquainted. Heather looked over, and when  Barbara's  husband
was  looking the other way, she held up three fingers, gave  a  thumbs
up,  and  briefly flashed the roll of film in her palm. Well, I'll  be
damned. Barbara thought. Three sexually compromised women and they did
it right upstairs. I wish I could have seen it while they did it.
    She had been wondering all evening what else they had in mind, but
couldn't figure it out. She couldn't leave her guests, and there  just
wouldn't  be any opportunity that she could see. Walking around  naked
under  her dress had made her very aware of her body and she  was  now
very  horny and her pussy was moist. She forced herself to pay  polite
attention to the gentleman next to her. A diplomat from the continent,
he  was a charming man, if a bit of letch. Twice this evening, as  she
made  her  rounds, she had felt him squeeze her ass and had to  firmly
remove  the  offending  hand.  Not that  she  minded  having  her  ass
squeezed, but certainly not by him. He wasn't the only one, of course,
just one of the more objectionable.
     The first course was served and the chatter around the table  was
joined  by the clatter of silverware on expensive china. Everyone  was
hungry, fueled by the lateness of the hour and the alcohol consumed in
the  hours  before  in  the ballroom. As Heather  looked  around,  she
noticed that a lot of people seemed a bit drunk. She was impressed  by
the glittery show of wealth and power in the room. It appeared most of
the cabinet and the prime minister and their wives were there, and too
many  others she couldn't begin to remember. She couldn't wait to tell
her  parents  about  meeting  Barbara and  about  this  dinner  party.
Suitably  cleaned up of course. She was sure they wouldn't approve  of
her sexual escapades. Not hardly.
     The  main course came and Heather took a deep breath. She  leaned
forward  and  caught Sherry's eye and nodded. Sherry  asked  Heather's
dinner  companion  a  question and engaged  him  in  conversation  and
Heather  dropped  a  tablet in the man's wine.  Then,  waiting  a  few
seconds,  she proposed a toast to the evening and he drank deeply.  He
clearly  was hoping the evening would turn out to be a bit  more  than
just escorting this gorgeous woman to dinner.
     His  jaw  had dropped when he'd seen her approaching  the  dinner
line.  Usually,  they  were old, widowed, bemused,  and  clearly  only
interested in not being alone at the dinner table for appearances sake
only. As Heather watched him and chatted away about this and that, she
realized  he was very handsome in an English way, very well  educated,
and  trying very hard to impress her. She felt guilty about the  trick
she was about to play on him, but it was too late now to change plans.
And  then, in mid-sentence, he starting making no sense, realized  it,
tried  again, and mangled the sentence again. His eyes got all  swimmy
and  dilated and he slouched a bit in his chair, looking confused.  He
tried again. And the result was even worse.
     Heather  looked  past him and nodded to Sherry. Then  she  leaned
close  to  him and whispered, "It will wear off after a bit. Just  sit
and be quiet and relax. Sherry will look after you."
     He tried to look at her and his reflexes were shot. Sherry leaned
close and whispered something in his ear. He sat for a long moment and
finally his head turned away from Heather toward Sherry. The man  with
Traci  on  her right was eagerly chatting her up and everyone  on  the
other  side of the table was busy with each other. Seizing the moment,
she  dropped  her napkin on the floor, pushed her chair back  just  an
inch  or so and then leaned down to pick up the napkin, only she  kept
right on going, ducking under the tablecloth and out of sight. It only
took two seconds and remarkably, no one noticed. She began to make her
way over to Barbara, whose dress and nice legs were clearly visible in
the dim light about fifteen feet away.
     Sherry  had determined that she might have to do more  than  just
chat  with  the now-drugged escort to her right, so she had determined
to  keep  him  very  focused on something else. Putting  her  plan  in
action,  she pulled the tablecloth up a bit over her lap and  his  and
gently  began to work the zipper on his pants down. He felt  the  pull
but  couldn't  get organized enough to do more than look generally  in
her direction with a slight frown on his face. She worked the fly open
and reached inside.
     Heather eased her skirt up around her waist so she could move and
crawled  slowly over to Barbara. As she arrived, she decided  to  very
gently let Barbara know she was there, breathing hot air on her thigh.
Barbara  stiffened from the unexpected air on her leg and she  gave  a
start. The hot air came again and she froze. Looking across the table,
she could see that Heather's chair was empty and she suddenly realized
that she was under the table! Almost too amazed to react, she knew  at
once  what  Heather  had in mind and she knew she'd  let  her  do  it.
Excited  all evening by the events in the house, she was now going  to
get personal treatment and she was a more than willing participant.
     Heather gently pressed her lips to the woman's knee and began  to
caress  the  back  of  her calf. Barbara signaled her  acceptance  and
permission by widening her legs to reveal her pussy and then she began
a  slow  wiggle to get her restrictive skirt up higher. As  the  skirt
inched  upward, Heather followed the moving hem, kissing  and  licking
the  white  flesh. Barbara was now very turned on and  eager  to  give
Heather  access  to  her pussy, but the long skirt  fought  her  quick
attempts  to  hoist it up and she has to settle for slow progress.  It
just added to her excitement.
     Sherry now had her hand wrapped around the stiffening cock inside
the  man's  boxers  and  lifted it free and  out  into  the  air.  She
continued  to  converse with her own companion.  Before  she  publicly
acknowledged her Lesbianism, she had dated lots of boys in high school
and  college and to foil their unwelcome sexual advances, but not  get
them   too  angry,  she  had  become  a  master  at  giving  handjobs.
Automatically, she began to squeeze and stroke the now  hard  rod  and
tickle  the head in a perfect combination of changing sensations  that
she  knew  he would find irresistible. It was. He groaned faintly  and
his  breathing  quickened. In spite of herself, she  smiled  at  that.
Haven't lost my touch!
     Barbara's skirt was now up high enough and Heather began to  lick
the  purple  lips and mat of hair. She wasn't surprised  to  find  her
already  wet.  She was herself from the excitement  of  what  she  was
doing.  Barbara gave a groan and realized immediately that she had  to
find something to keep herself quiet. Fortunately, dessert arrived and
it  was  apple pie. She stuffed her mouth full and chewed very slowly.
Even  so,  her breath was now quite ragged and coming in  short  gasps
through flared nostrils. Heather's tongue began to push the outer lips
aside  and  then the tip entered her vagina and Barbara thought  she'd
faint  with excitement. Her pussy was already so hot she thought  it'd
explode. She stuffed another large fork full of pie in and closed  her
eyes. Sweat was beading on her upper lip and she was twitching in  her
chair  with  short thrusts trying to get more of Heather's  tongue  up
inside her.
      Sherry  was  now  increasing  the  speed  of  stroking  on   the
surprisingly long cock and pre-cum was pouring from the small slit  at
the end. Using it as lubricant, she spread it around the back edge  of
the  head and began to slowly pump. She could feel him feebly  attempt
to  hump  back. Heather better get back here soon. Dessert  is  almost
over.  She noticed that Barbara was stuffing in the pie and  her  face
was  bright red and her eyes were droopy. Go, Heather, go.  She  can't
last  much  longer! Sherry pumped faster in anticipation to  Heather's
quick success.
     Heather now had her tongue buried deep in the delicious  twat  in
front  of  her,  her  nose  rubbing  the  rock  hard  clit.  Barbara's
excitement  was demonstrating itself with flying colors as lubrication
poured  from the woman in a steady stream. The aroma as overwhelmingly
erotic  and  Heather felt herself get hotter and hotter.  Barbara  was
jerking and twitching and one leg slowly rose and settled on Heather's
shoulder.  Taking  the clit between her lips, she began  to  suck  and
press  on the erect bud. Barbara now could feel the approaching orgasm
and reached with a spastic hand for more pie. Her plate was empty! She
became  frantic and spotted the fact that her husband had not  touched
his. She reached over and picked up his plate. He raised a questioning
eyebrow, as his wife almost never ate sweets.
     "Nothing  to  eat all day. I'm still famished. I hope  you  don't
mind."  It was more a machine gun delivery as she shoved a huge  chunk
of pie into her mouth and closed her eyes.
     Sherry  casually slipped her napkin over the turgid cock  to  her
right  and  began  to  pump firmly through the fabric.  She  felt  him
stiffen,  then give an involuntary jerk and the first wad of cum  shot
from  his  cock into the napkin, its heat spreading through her  palm.
Then  the next and a third. Finally, as she slowed down, several  more
drops  forced  there  way out to expand the pool of  white  fluid  now
wetting the cloth. Sherry slowly wiped off the cockhead and folded the
napkin  and  casually laid it up on the table. After few minutes,  she
returned  and replaced his now limp cock in his boxers and managed  to
pull  the zipper up an inch or so. Then it defeated her. The  man  now
sat  slumped  in  his seat. He would have to just  be  embarrassed  if
anyone noticed his fly open.
     Barbara  felt  the tension in her thighs rise spectacularly.  Her
other leg was now sticking straight out, trembling. And then, the wave
of  tension burst deliciously and heat flooded across her belly and up
into her chest, driving her breath from her in a spasm and she gave  a
cry  in  spite of her mouth being full of food. Apple filling dribbled
down her chin. She jerked again and again and then Heather slowed down
and  stopped, retreating, pulling Barbara's dress partially down.  She
hurried back to her side of the table.
     Arriving  just after her escorts orgasm, she twisted  around  and
pulled down her dress a bit, then backed her tail onto the edge of the
chair and pushed back up past the drooping tablecloth and sat up.  She
slowly  smoothed  her dress and casually looked  around.  No  one  had
noticed or was even looking her way! Relief flooded through her.
     Sherry leaned forward and grinned. Heather winked back and Sherry
casually picked up her napkin and wiped her mouth, looking at Heather.
Heather  realized  her  face must be a mess and  she  wiped  her  lips
carefully.  Then,  she noticed the large wet stain in  the  cloth  and
realized  what it was! As she did so, she looked over at  Barbara  and
saw  her husband making a big fuss. She was pushing him away, her face
still  beet  red. Then she looked over at Heather and winked,  grinned
briefly and turned back to settle her husband back down.
     Heather managed to eat one piece of pie before the table began to
rise and the dinners head back to the ballroom. She got her escort  on
his  feet and carefully guided him into the other room and propped him
against  the wall and left him there, then started looking around  for
Traci  and  Sherry. She found them on the other side of the room  with
Barbara.
     As she approached, Barbara spotted her and her face broke into  a
broad  smile.  "Well, young lady, I hope you got enough  pie  for  the
evening!"
    "I rather think it was more delicious than yours, I'm sure."
     Barbara leaned very close and said in a low voice. "When you said
it  would  be an exciting evening, you weren't fooling. Thank  you.  I
won't forget this party, I can assure you."
     Heather  pressed  the film container into her  hand  and  Barbara
slipped it into her pocket.
     "The camera is in the last bed room. And the beds are a mess,  so
you might want a maid to go and straighten up a bit."
     "Way ahead of you dear. Did any of them protest?" "Gail, but once
Sherry got her hot, she shut up and had the first orgasm she ever had.
So,  she  can't  complain too much. It's obvious  your  husband  loves
really big tits."
     "Yes, and mine are modest and he wanted me to be a cow like  them
and I refused. Maybe it was a mistake."
    "Well, I think your chest is beautiful. Don't change a thing."
     Barbara squeezed her arm and said, "I have to start seeing guests
out at the door. You and your friends better leave early. Sorry, there
might be a few scenes later. We don't need a confrontation."
     Heather went to tell Traci and Sherry they had to leave soon  and
they  disengaged  from their dinner escorts with some  difficulty  and
made for the coat room.
     They  said  good  night  and Barbara  pressed  an  envelope  into
Heather's  hand as they left. In the limo, she opened it and  read  to
herself:

     "Heather,  Traci, and Sherry: What a night! I'm  still  tingling.
Thanks  for the pictures. I know just what to do with them.  Remember,
we have a hot date Thursday night. Now I can't wait.
    Barbara"

     The  three of them sat back in their seats and retold the night's
adventures  all the way back into town. They giggled and got  hot  all
over.  It  was dawn before the collapsed across the bed, entangled  in
each other's arms and legs, wet thighs and sheets telling the tale  of
their passion. Barbara missed the best part of the evening.