Article 113303 of alt.sex.stories:
From: an257736@anon.penet.fi (Ramapo)
Date: Mon, 11 Dec 1995 10:49:54 UTC
Subject: Heather Pt. 19A A-C [F/F]

		      The Adventures of Heather
				  by
				Ramapo
			       Part 19A

	It was the fourth day at the new internship job and Amy, her
manager for the term, suggested lunch. The firm was unusually busy,
and Amy was really pressed for time to get a presentation together for
a key account on the following Monday. So far, Heather barely had had
time to learn where to hang her jacket and go to the bathroom.

	But, she didn't mind a bit, because she and Amy had hit it off
immediately. Amy was Heather's height, very dark hair always perfectly
in place, a beautiful face, the highlight of which were her dark,
luminous eyes that seemed to go soft and a bit, unfocus from time to
time, and a full, slightly wide mouth capped with swollen lips. In
spite of her very professional dress and demeanor, her overall
appearance was attractive in the extreme.

	Although she wore expensive, very conservative suits,
perfectly cut and hung, Heather's knowing eye detected the very full,
wide-set breasts swelling from the ribs, just barely hidden by her
arms, clearly being carried high, but restrained and pushed just-so,
the clothing line not being broken, but every rare once in a while,
suddenly making their presence known if you were looking in just the
right place.

	Narrow high waist, flaring to full hips, nicely disguised by
careful selection of skirts and, appearing below the modest length
skirt, straight, very long legs in silk stockings and high heels.

	Heather was picking up the details of her job very quickly,
and had already begun to make some suggestions about the presentation,
quickly taking over the computer job of creating the screens and
slides. Her vast resources at the school helped her find some unusual
backdrops and backgrounds, and filters to process certain objects with
very unusual effects. The presentation had begun to take on a very
sensual undertone, which stuck Amy as just the grabber she was looking
for, as the client marketed many different women's clothing lines and
lingerie. The previous account associate, a guy with a supposed inside
track to the top, had failed to produce the presentation and dumped
the entire thing on Amy just as Heather had arrived, fresh from
personnel.

	In a bit of very frank discussion, Amy had revealed to her
that she was sure the guy just wanted a good reason to get her fired,
even if it meant loosing the account to make it happen. She was sure
he and others were plotting this to give them a reason for not
promoting her to executive. This lunch was the first time they really
had to talk about anything other than work.

	Amy kept looking at her slyly over lunch, but Heather caught
her from time to time. As dessert came, she began, somewhat
tentatively.

	"You are very bright and a fast learner and you could do well
in business. But we must do something about your, well, your clothes.
I hope you don't mind my being so blunt."

	"Well, I'm still in college and don't wear much except jeans
and sweatshirts most of the time. I have some nicer things at home,
but never needed to wear them." Hell, she thought, half my friends
don't want me wearing anything, most of the time, and they never
complain about how I look!

	"No, not church clothes, or party dresses. That's not what I
mean. You must look very professional, especially as a woman. You are
a very beautiful and sexy woman. You have a wonderful, almost too full
figure, and in these clothes, it is there for all to see. But at work,
you must not let such things get in the way of business. And it will.
Men. And women, too," she glanced into Heather's eyes and smiled,
"will be quite distracted. We are all human. We all have our desires
and needs. The sex drive is very, very strong and affects people all
the time without them knowing it. No, you must be a sexy woman at all
times, but always appear the professional at work. You must be sexy
for yourself, even erotic if you like, but hide it from others during
work. It is the only way to keep everyone's attention on the
business."

	"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to dress improperly. I'll go home
and... "

	"No. No. You are thinking I am criticizing your clothes. I am
not, not in the sense of you being just anyone. You will do much
better than anyone, you have the mind and intelligence for it, and the
energy. But, right now, just starting out, and as anyone would expect,
you are dressing like all the other women in the building. And for the
everyday work girl, without a real future, it is fine. But you can do
much better. After lunch, we will steal an hour and I will walk you
around and introduce you to all the women who have aspirations to get
ahead in the business. Then, we will go back to my office and you will
tell me what is wrong with their clothes and dress. Remember what I
said about distractions."

	For the first time in her life, Heather felt like her body
might not be right, not be acceptable to others. She loved her body,
but right at this moment, Amy might be telling her something else. Amy
seemed to sincerely want to get her point across. On the surface, it
seemed an obvious point to make. Sex in the office was in the
magazines and news all the time.

	On the way back to the office, Amy quietly mentioned that she
had made an appointment for Heather at a specialist in lingerie and
another at a shop that custom made business suits for women. For the
outside appearance to be so controlled, the undergarments must be just
so, able to be sexy, free, but controlled in special ways that normal
bras, or panties, or pantyhose could never hope to achieve except by
occasional accident. Instead of coming to work first thing, she was to
first go to the lingerie shop. Amy then stopped on the sidewalk.

	"The lingerie shop is run by Jan Fleming. She is a genius at,
well, very special undergarments, as you will soon see. To fit you,
you will have to completely undress. Is that a problem?"

	"No. It seems there is no other way to be fitted for those!"

	"And, she takes many measurements, some a bit unusual, and
will mould your body so she can have a bust to work with when you are
not there. The mould process is also a bit unusual. It does not hurt
in the least, but... "

	"OK."

	"And I should warn you that Jan is a bit aggressive, I mean
she is attracted to some of her clients, and can be a bit pushy about
it."

	"I think I can handle her."

	"Jan has a sister, Enid. Enid is not in the business, but Jan
and Enid live together above the shop. You will have complete privacy,
but Enid occasionally comes down and hangs around. Jan will make her
leave if you find her presence uncomfortable."

	The tour of the building took about forty five minutes and
they met and talked with six other women. Then they went back to Amy's
office.

	"OK, you remember what I told you about how you must look
professional and not let your sexiness intrude into the work. Tell me
what you saw."

	Heather began to describe visible cleavage, one woman was
bra-less. She didn't need a bra for support, but her nipples were just
faintly visible as bumps through her jacket. One skirt too high, one
skirt the right length, but cut up the side quite far. One woman sat
and her skirt pulled up just a bit high. One woman was wearing very
expensive lingerie, probable a teddy, and the intricate lace was
visible through the blouse.

	Amy finished the critique. Long hair worn loose, lipstick too
bright, one outfit just a bit too tight. Visible panty lines on one
woman when she walked away from them. One outfit was badly wrinkled in
the back. One woman's shoes needed polish badly.

	"So, " Amy finished, "some were too sexy or to obvious, some
sloppy, some just poor taste. And all of it is a distraction, no
matter if a small distraction. And tomorrow, each will have some other
distraction to divert attention. Some are doing it on purpose, some
are just not aware. You must ALWAYS be aware each day before you leave
the house, and fix anything that is wrong. Then, with the right
clothes, hair, and makeup, you can basically forget it for the day. I
know from personal experience that things go much better when you get
it right. And it in no way prevents me from being erotic, or
expressing myself, if a bit more privately. I can allow myself to be
very aroused, even to the point of orgasm, or even orgasm in the right
place, and you could not tell."

	"Now, go into my private bathroom, look in the full length
mirror and tell me what you see."

	It was a surprise. Heather always prided herself on looking
good. But now she wondered, good for what? "Hair long, pulled back,
but some loose and flying around a bit. Lipstick just a bit too bright
and not on completely evenly. The full swell of my tits very obvious
through the blouse, with it being pushed out of shape and stretched a
bit. Skirt too short and the hem not completely straight. Just of hint
of panty lines and my stockings are not on straight. Shoes, well maybe
good for tennis?" And they both laughed.

	Amy had stood behind her and now said softly. "If we were at a
movie, or out to dinner, or just meeting to talk, you look, and smell
(she leaned close - Heather could feel the warmth of her breath on the
back of her neck. A thrill went down her back.) wonderful. I admit I
have a hard time not watching you as you walk." She stood back. "And
that is a problem here. Not out there. Here, I can't afford to get wet
between the legs every time my beautiful assistant leans over, or
jiggles as she walks, or lets me see her pussy when she sits. I must
shock you, talking this way. But you must be aware at all times that
you can control the effect you are having on the people around you.
Especially when you did not have any intention of causing such an
effect. Frankly, I love the erotic way you make me feel when I look at
you, but it is too distracting."

	Heather turned to face her. "I'm sorry if I have made you
distracted. I will do better. I promise. I like the work... and I like
you, a lot,... and... "

	"Tomorrow, you go get fitted. In the meantime... " she reached
over and pushed the door shut. "Take off the bra and let me suck you.
I will never get any work done until I have you."

	Heather suddenly realized how much she wanted her as well.
Eager hands pushed her blouse open as buttons were eased out of the
garment, and the two hands filled with her breasts, still encased in
the white cotton bra, then, the bra clasp released and Amy pushed the
cups up and off and leaned down and her full, red lips parted and she
took the already hardening tip of her right breast into her mouth and
closed around it. Heathers eyes went closed and her hand caressed the
back of Amy's neck. Amy pulled the full breast into her mouth and her
rough tongue lashed the now turgid, inch long nipple, and growing.
They both groaned and Heather felt her cunt go wet. Amy switched tits
and Heather's belly jumped as the electric sparks set her pussy on
fire.

	Heather reached to take Amy's jacket off her shoulders but Amy
pushed her hand away. "I can't afford to get messed up. Let me do
this. I can get off on tit sucking alone. And I'll teach you how,
later... " Her mouth filled with nipple. It was torture. Heather was
having a hard time standing. They backed to the wall and Amy pushed
both full breasts, with their cock like nipples standing up, together
and sucked them hard.

	Heather moaned, gasped and started to pant. "Oh. OH. My pussy
is wet. That is so NICE! Suck me, oh Amy. It hurt's. No, suck, suck
me. Both, suck both. OH, OH. I'm going to come!" It was more a groan
of surprise than a sentence. She had only once before cum from this
activity alone, and then it was quite painful.

	Amy, the long nipple now deep in the back of her throat,
slipped her hand down the side of her skirt and into a hidden pocket.
At the bottom was the gold ring attached to the taut gold chain that
ran down her now pulsing belly and disappeared into the very lush
forest of hair guarding her pussy. Inside, her straining clit, swollen
and standing rigid like a small cock, had another very small gold ring
securely wrapped around and clipped to it's base. As her finger found
the gold ring in the pocket and began a quick series of tugs, her own
lust soared.

	Heather was shaking and moaning louder. "Yesssss. Ohhh.
Yess... Oh. Oh." Amy suddenly grunted and pulled very hard on the
turgid flesh as her head bucked back. Her orgasm was sudden and quite
intense. Heather's own lust responded to the sudden jerks and she
exploded again. "Hhhhhhhhhhnnnnnn... Ungh. Ungh." She was shaking and
trembling. Another wave hit her. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" It was a hiss of
unleashed passion. Amy's finger twitched rapidly and another orgasm
built and released. Her cunt filled with come and her pussy was on
fire. In seconds, another orgasm hit her so hard she released the two
overworked boobs and pressed face first into Heather's cleavage, dazed
for the moment. Heather felt her trembling in her arms. After several
minutes, Amy backed away and they both just stared in slightly dazed
satisfaction at each other. There was chemistry here on a level
Heather had never experienced before. In spite of having just had two
very intense orgasms, she was surprised to find she was immediately
horny again and would welcome more activity.

	Heather said, "I see what you mean about it getting in the way
of work. God, you could suck me like that all day! That was great!"
She reached out for Amy, who had back up a bit and now stayed out of
reach. Amazingly, only Amy's lipstick was just a bit smeared and she
soon put that to right. Heather's breasts were tinged red and pink
from the eager assault. And her nipples were still tingling.

	"Yes. But we must work. Tomorrow you go get fitted." But her
mind didn't clear all afternoon. Heather would be a problem, she
decided. A sweet, delicious problem to be solved over the summer. Just
the thought of Jan fitting Heather and knowing what was about to
happen got her hot again, and she reached for her pocket. She already
knew she'd have to change the absorbent pad between her legs shortly.

	In the morning, Amy slipped down to Jan's just before they
opened and was let into the back room, behind a wall. A wall with a
very small hidden camera and a TV on the other side.

	Heather was on time and Jan introduced herself. A short woman
with a nice figure and short hair, she said she was expecting Heather
and they went to the back room and locked the door.

	Jan started. "We do not sell lingerie from the rack. We make
everything custom to the exact measurements of the customer. Amy has
informed me as to the items you will need. There may be some optional
things you will prefer, but you can discuss that with my sister Enid
later if you like. Do not worry about the bill. Amy will have her firm
pay for everything as part of the cost of some proposal you are
working on. I am to bill her for these things as "Visual Aids"! They
both laughed.

	"First, you must undress. Just place your things over there.
Then, I will take measurements. They must be very exact, of every
aspect of your body, and very complete. I will not hurt you, but you
may find some of the measurements a bit stimulating. That is a
necessary part of getting a correct fit."

	By then Heather was undressed. Jan looked her over very
carefully, walking around her. Suddenly, Heather felt Jan's tits press
into her back and her two hands reached between Heathers arms and
lifted her tits slightly. The fingers began to manipulate her nipples,
which grew in length as they always did. After almost five minutes,
Heather was very aroused, but Jan then stopped and quickly measured
the straining nipples for length and diameter, whistling out loud as
she did. They were the longest she had ever seen, and were going to be
a big challenge. She measured the distance from the nipple to her
waist and, just as suddenly, ran a finger into Heather's now damp box
and found the semi-swollen head of her rising clit and stoked it.
Heather jumped and gasped. "Quite a little man you have there." Her
surprised look grew as the clit stretched out even further and now she
was stroking it like a slim cock. Heather was almost fainting and an
orgasm began to rapidly build. But just as soon as it was obvious it
had reached its maximum length, Jan again stopped abruptly and took
another serious of measurements, both of length and diameter, and of
distance to other parts of her body. All these figures were written
down.

	Just as suddenly, the intimate touching stopped and the rest
of her normal measurements were taken. Seemingly hundreds of them.
Heather, still floating from the sexual high she had been on, almost
croaked out, "Is, is that all?

	"Not quite my dear. Sit on the chair and raise your legs and
hold them straight up by your head by the ankles. We must measure your
pussy." Now this was getting very outrageous, but Heather had been
warned.

	Heather was quickly in the chair and had her legs up when the
woman sat on the floor in front over her, between her raised legs and
began to measure the length of her clit, thickness of lips, distance
to her pink asshole. Setting the tools aside, she suddenly leaned
forward. "Now, we must see them swollen from sex." And her tongue,
surprisingly long, plunged into the now sopping pussy and began to eat
her as she had never been eaten before. The orgasm hit in less than a
minute, followed by two more. Her pussy was on fire. Between each
orgasm, Jan would clamp the tools to the various parts and quickly
write something down. Heather saw none of this, as her head was back
and she was lost in the lust of the assault on her lower body. A
drawer was opened and a series of dildos was produced, each one
unusual as it had its size marked on the sides for length and end for
diameter. These were introduced to both her pussy and ass in turn, in
larger and larger sizes until each hole would stretch no more. Jan
wrote down the sizes while one hand slowly pumped them in and out of
each hole, stretched as Heather had never been stretched before. Her
insides were stuffed full and the nerves were on fire, sending rapid
fire pulses to her brain. Another massive orgasm was building up, her
butt bouncing on the chair. Just as she almost reached the top, Jan
stopped her thrusting and pulled Heather to her feet, dongs still
firmly in place. Before she could resist in her dazed state, she was
led to a rig of tubes, bars and dangling straps. In seconds, Jan had
strapped her into rig so that it held her firmly upright, but let
Heather's entire upper torso be exposed with nothing in the way. She
just couldn't move or twist. Jan brought a bucket of a blue liquid
over to the chair and began to smear it over Heather's still turgid
chest. The breasts were swollen and the nipples stood up proudly.
Heather was moaning. And the stimulation of the wet fingers sliding
over the tender flesh awoke still more sensations.

	"Please, please make me come. I need to come. Fuck me. Please
fuck me."

	Jan began to slowly pump the dildo in her pussy keeping
Heather hanging on the edge of a climax, but always stopping just
before she went over the edge. She kept building up the warm liquid on
her front and over her shoulders. The liquid quickly began to gel and
tighten slightly over the straining nipples and tits. As it tightened,
the tingles it caused sent more sparks to Heather's frantic brain.

	Now the butt dong was worked and Heather's muscles were trying
to hump, but she couldn't move. This was exquisite agony. Front dong,
then back dong. Always slowly and never fast enough for Heather's
system to be pushed further up the tension scale. A perfect balance.
Faster and she would come. Slower and she would begin to come down.
The liquid got thicker and thicker. Now it was being applied to her
pussy up to her waist and over her hips and butt, spreading around the
stretched cracks, As it filled the spread holes, Jan pushed the dongs
in till they hit the limit of Heather's body, and she left them there,
with Heather groaning and gasping, hotter than she had been for a
long, long time.

	"Please. Please.' She was begging. Jan ignored her.

	"These moulds must be as you are when you are as hot and full
as you will ever be, or the lingerie will not do what you will
require. You must endure a bit longer. It is pleasant to be fucked
this way?"

	"God, yes. Please... How... long... must... I... wait?"

	"One hour. Do not worry, I will give you some more pleasure to
help pass the time. You will not believe how fast an hour can go by."

	At that, she attached two thin wires to the end of each dong
and turned on two switches on the workbench. The dongs were vibrators!
The sudden tingle caused her to grunt and sigh. But never did the
dongs vibrate hard or for long. First one, then both, then the other.
Then silence. Then they were back. Heather would never believe she
could hang on the edge of an orgasm like this, juice pouring from her
cunt, but trapped inside by the now hardening coating, she swam in her
come. She was floating and every nerve in her body was screaming for
release. The minutes passed.

	"Please."

	"Thirty minutes. You are doing very well. Most are screaming
by now and I have to gag them."

	"On, please."

	But there was no respite and then Jan was easing the now hard,
but flexible thick shield of blue rubber from her upper torso. Then
the lower. The pulling and tugging on the dongs as the rubber came off
almost sent her off, but instead, she went even higher, snorting and
grunting. Jan placed the two intimate moulds on the workbench and went
back to the straining girl. Standing by her side, she took the two
dongs, one in each hand, and leaned over and pulled the swollen and
abused tit into her hot mouth and began to suck and rapidly fuck the
girl.

	In less than five seconds, Heather screamed and came. The
pleasure centre in her brain exploded and she stopped breathing.
Then, she passed out.

	She came to just as Jan pulled a second set of moulds from her
now fully relaxed body. Her mind cleared and Jan came over and
released her from the rig.

	"I now have all the measurements. There is a shower over there
behind that door. Fresh towels are by the chair inside. You must wash
off the residue on your skin, as it is a bit caustic if you do not
remove it."

	Heather showered and while she was out of sight, Amy slipped
from the back room with a video tape in her bag. "That was some show!"
she said as she passed Jan on the way out of the shop. Jan just
smiled and reminded her, "Don't forget the extra thousand when you pay
the bill. And that tape is for your private use only, understand?"

	"Perfectly." And she was gone.

	Heather came out to find Jan sitting in front of a computer
terminal, inputting all the measurements into a data collection
screen. Jan talked while she worked.

	"The computer will study all the data and design the fabrics
and cuts to obtain the proper effect. It will show me where to sew,
what type of thread to use, what type to stitch and where and how many
straps to fit. In two days, I will have the first half dozen sets of
garments ready. You come back on Saturday in the afternoon at two
o'clock. There."

	She entered the last of the data and the computer began
working. Jan got up and began taking the body moulds she had taken
from Heather and began to create duplicates of Heather's body in
plaster. In less than an hour, she had two perfect busts of Heather,
one in her normal state, and one in a fully aroused state. The
differences were quite visible. Swollen breasts, raised, turgid
nipples, quite extended to almost an inch and a half, belly was
somewhat tighter, and her pubic area was very swollen, completely
open, and her clit stood up straight in front. Heather found herself
staring.

	"You are quite a challenge. How to hide all of that, but not
get in the way of your enjoyment. And you must not show ever through
the outer garments. I will say one thing, young lady. You have the
sexiest body I've ever had through here. And believe me, I've seen a
bunch. I wouldn't mind measuring you every day."

	Heather ignored the last remark. "Thanks. I need to go on to
the clothing store. Saturday at two o'clock, right?"

	"Right. And tell Susan at the clothing store that the
measurements are already in her computer."

	"All of them?"

	"No, only the ones she needs for her part. We do have some
secrets in the business. Let her go figure out how I do this!"

	"OK. See you Saturday. Bye!" And Heather left the store a bit
drained, but determined to get through the next session as well.

Article 113239 of alt.sex.stories:
From: an257736@anon.penet.fi (Ramapo)
Date: Mon, 11 Dec 1995 02:19:35 UTC
Subject: Heather Pt. 19B A-C [F/F]

		      The Adventures of Heather
				  by
				Ramapo
			      Part 19B

	The next shop was across town, and she took a taxi. In spite
of her recent experience, the shower had freshened her. God, what kind
of underwear are they fitting me for if they had to take body castings
of me in heat like some wanton fleshpot? Maybe I AM a fleshpot? Jes,
Jan had sure known her way around a woman's body. And she was so
direct. There wasn't any pussy-footing around (she giggled at the
silly pun she just made) with Jan. Need swollen tits? Suck them evenly
until done. Need a body casting of a sexed up body? Suck it and fuck
it until ripe, then maintain temperature until well done and the crust
is hard! Her little dialogue continued, until the driver pulled up in
front of a small shop on a side street. The curtains were pulled, but
a small sign on the door simply said, "Custom Tailoring for Women,
Come on In" and a smaller plastic sign sat over the door pull said
"Open". She pulled the door open and stepped inside.

	There were racks and racks of clothes in very neat rows, of
styles and types for all occasions. No one was in sight, so she did a
little browsing. Soon, she noticed that these were all the latest
fashions for everything, from Milan, Paris, Tokyo. Stepped right off
the pages of the fashion mags just hitting the streets in the last few
days. And there were no price tags. Or, interestingly enough, sizes
either. But the designer labels were there. Just one of these outfits
was going to cost Amy more than than Heather's salary for an entire
year. Ouch. Well, a couple of these would be fantastic.

	She didn't notice the attractive brunette who had come up
behind her, and she jumped when the brunette said, "Heather?".

	"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see you and you startled me a bit.
Hi! Yes, I'm Heather."

	"Hello, my name is Susan. This is my shop. Do you like the
things I have out? See anything you like for yourself?"

	"Gosh, these are fantastic! I just got here. But from looking
for a few minutes, I'll take them all!"

	They both laughed. Susan said, "Amy has made arrangements for
everything, so don't worry about anything other than whether the
clothes are right for you and the circumstances. I pretty much know
what we need to do for you on the business side of things, and you can
guide me on the social side."

	"Social side? Amy never mentioned that. So, we are going to
select clothes for after work as well?"

	"Oh, yes. Amy never does anything halfway."

	Heather thought, God, you've got that right. At least, she's
never done ME halfway yet. What an appetite that babe's got.

	Susan went on, "Amy left it up to me to select a complete
wardrobe for work. That will be at least thirty outfits, and as many
pieces as we can put together. You should have enough parts to make up
about one hundred arrangements, so you never ever appear the same way
more than two or three times in a work season. Of course, next year,
you replace everything. Mustn't get behind the times, you know.
Everyone would notice."

	Heather almost choked! Thirty designer outfits? Accessories to
make up over one hundred! Then, on top of that, social clothes as
well! The bill would be astronomical!

	"As I said, Amy has taken care of everything financially.
Yes, it is frightfully expensive, but there are ways of dealing with
that. I dare say, this type of investment will earn her company back
every dime in under a month, spent on the right person. And I can
tell, just by looking at you, that she is choosing wisely."

	Heather finally said, "I had no idea of what she had in mind.
I mean the scale... "

	Susan locked the front door and turned the sign to say
"Closed". Coming back, she took Heather casually by the arm and guided
her to the back of the store. "We will have a long day of it, so let's
get you relaxed. Take off everything but your bra and panties so we
can get right to work. Just put your things on the table there."

	"Oh, Jan already measured me and sent the numbers over to your
computer."

	"Yes, I have them. And you, young lady, will be a challenge.
I must tell you I don't believe I've ever met someone with quite your
attributes. As a man might say, you are some package. I can't wait to
see how Jan manages to do her part."

	Heather blushed. "Thank you. But, I mean, I didn't do anything
to get this way, it's just the way I was born."

	"Yes, but God was having a good day when he waved his hand
over you dear. It's just a bit unfair to the rest of us who have to
work so hard, or, buy just a bit of what you have so naturally! Well,
enough of this admiration. Oh, dear!"

	Heather had just folded her skirt over the table and turned to
face Susan. "What?" She leaned over to look past her boobs, and she
too noticed the large wet stain in her crotch. "Oh, my gosh! I'm
embarrassed!"

	Susan just laughed. "No need. I see you are still doing a
little daydreaming about Jan's measurement 'system'. Quite
stimulating, wouldn't you say?"

	Heather relaxed a bit. "Yes, you could say that."

	"Would you believe she has people come in every month to just
get their 'measurements checked'? Funny thing is, she's not into S&M
or anything. She's bi, all right, but, if this is possible, given the
way she does this, she is very professional with customers. She only
does enough to get what she needs. I think she thinks these people
ought to let her sister take care of them."

	"Oh, her sister. I met her. Why her?"

	"Turn this way. Her sister is into heavy S&M and is a
dominatrix. To my knowledge, she is running at least three sex slaves
right now. Two of them men. Stay away from her. I personally don't
think she knows when enough is enough. I predict, sooner or later,
she'll really hurt someone and then we will have a real mess on our
hands in this town. Turn this way."

	Susan just kept on working. Sex slaves? Wow. In spite of
Susan's warnings, Heather realized she felt interested. Not to be a
slave, she suddenly realized, to control one! And it scared her and
she stopped thinking about it. She had felt that thrill before when
she was in charge of the lovemaking, but had never let it take over.

	Susan had felt the thrill go through Heather at the mere
mention of sex slaves, and wondered if the kid was interested, or just
scared. She said nothing about it and decided to change the subject.

	"OK. Now we do some preliminary other dynamic measurements.
No touching, I promise! Just step onto the stage here and do what I
tell you. I'll explain what is happening as we go. The computer will
do all the work as you move around. OK, now, here's what's going to
happen."

	"Umm. I've forgotten something. Let's see. Oh, of course. How
stupid. The suit. You have to put on the suit." She went to a rack and
selected a shiny silver spandex-like pantsuit and handed it to
Heather. "Bra and panties off please. Try not to get too horny in this
thing. They're a bitch to have cleaned. It's exactly one half size
too small for you, which means it will be like a second skin. You
don't have to wear it long, so just breath a bit shallow till it
stretches out."

	Peeled of the undies, she began to ease her long legs into the
seemingly too small pant legs. And, after much gentle pulling, she got
it on up to her crotch, then slid one arm in and pulled the suit up
over her front and Susan held the material while she forced her left
arm out the sleave. Her legs and arms felt like they were in a vice.
Her buttocks were now gripped firmly, pulling the material tight
across her stomach. And then, Susan told her to exhale as far as she
could and hold. The zipper screamed closed at the base of her neck and
her breasts were pulled firmly against her ribcage. She tried to
breath in and was shocked and alarmed to find she couldn't get but a
very small amount of air in her lungs. She began to gasp and take
short, rapid breaths. Each inhalation caused her boobs to feel like
they were made of solid rock as they were gripped and pushed back in
resistance. Susan just held her hand while the suit grudging gave way
against her body's efforts.

	"There. Better. It has to be a second skin. Look in the
mirror. See how shiny it is? We are going to bathe you in a series of
very low intensity laser beams. The computer will make a baseline 3-D
image of your body in exacting detail. Then, we will have you move
around, walk, bend, reach over your head, and so forth, and the
computer will make a continuous stream of measurements and store them.
When we play it back, it will be able to accurately reproduce any body
movement or angle in 3-D. Then, off comes the suit, and the computer
will take the measurements of your body that Jan took and adjust its
own files for you. In other words, your breasts will stop looking like
they are being flattened, and so forth. There will be two of you, one
normal and one aroused. It makes a difference up top, and sometimes,
below for some outfits. Jan can compensate for some of the difference,
and I cover up the rest."

	"Then, we pick out outfits that seem to be correct for you.
Colour, etc. The computer has the ability to create the exact same
outfit in every detail and drape it correctly over your 3-D image. As
we turn you, and bend you on the screen, the computer will demonstrate
just how the fabric will move, fall, stretch, depending on the type of
fabric, the cut and so on."

	"I will tell it when to make adjustments to remove any
problems, such as gapping, or hem lines moving around, and the
computer will adjust the cut until the outfit is perfect. We then look
at the same thing aroused and adjust, if necessary, until both images
are the same appearance. Once we are satisfied, the cut and
measurements are sent to the factory and an outfit is created exactly
for you, to exactly the correct measurements for that fabric and your
figure. A week later, we have it here and it fits you perfectly right
out of the box. A pressing and it's yours."

	Heather finally said, "Wow. Perfect fit and cut. Every time.
No WONDER this is so expensive." She was running her hands over the
silky texture of the outside of the suit and the sensation WAS making
her horny. Her breasts were taut and the pressure was making her
unusually aware of them. Her nipples were trying to extend, but were
held firmly back. The new sensations were sending sparks through her
skin. And instantly, she knew she was wet again.

	Susan was laughing, still looking down at the monitor,
"Actually, it cuts costs enormously. There is absolutely no waste. I
just raise the prices to make them pay for the miracle. And they love
the look, and pay through the nose. OK, laser is on. Let's start.
Stand for one minute till it beeps, then move around. Great. HEY! Stop
the fondling!"

	Her eyes went to Heather's crotch and she sighed. Too late.
The kid was soaked again.

	"I'm sorry," Heather said. "I just started to feel really
horny. All the tightness and the unusual feel of the material really
turns me on."

	"Yeah, I know. Look, you might as well keep it on, if you
like. I'll have to get it cleaned anyway now. And you look like you
are really getting off on it."

	But Heather barely heard her. As she boldly ran her hands over
the outside of her of her tightly constrained breasts, thrilling to
the feel of their hardness, and the sensations of her fingers through
the fabric ran like a hot flame and a wonderful warm feeling spread
across her chest. And just like that, the heat in her thighs rose in a
wave and poured through her pussy and into her stomach, the orgasm
causing her to whimper with satisfaction and surprise. As her head
cleared, Susan's voice came back into focus.

	"OK. Can we stop playing 'let's get off' and get back to work?
Heather, we have got to get focused here and do what we set out to do.
Now, straighten up. Hands off your tits. By your side. Let's do the
baseline again."

	Heather grinned. "Wow. Some suit. I just orgasmed!"

	"I know. I'm wet myself from watching you. Jesus. OK. There's
the beep. ONLY move the way I tell you. The script doesn't call for
body touching, young lady, so no sneak attempts at another orgasm,
OK?"

	"Got it. OK. But, it still makes me hot. How does it do that?
Can I buy one of these? Maybe I better not. I'd never take it off."

	"To be honest, everyone that puts it on notices it makes them
horny. I think it must have something to do with the way it feels like
silk and never grabs, the pressure it puts on the erogenous zones and
the fact that when you touch yourself, it creates static electricity
that flows through the suit and is felt by your sensitive parts as
tiny shocks that you can't really consciously feel, but that your mind
interprets as sexual stimulation. And, no, you can't have it or buy
it. I paid a lot for it and THAT is one invention of my own that makes
me better at this process than anyone else in the world right now."

	And for the rest of the day, she demonstrated that she was the
best in the world. They worked hard selecting the outfits, have the
computer do the modelling and adjustments as Susan's expert eye caught
all the little things in the cuts and flow of the garments that looked
bad from certain angles and movements and had the computer adjust.
Some of it was like magic, knowing what to adjust where to get the
effect she wanted. The personal clothes for social occasions were from
formal gowns to sun suits, and one very, very sexy slinky red dress
that had them both saying 'fantastic' and getting wet from watching
the 3-D image move around on screen in the 'aroused' view. Susan
pushed back from the desk.

	"I'm sitting here dreaming I'm peeling that dress off you and
sucking on those spectacular boobs of yours. I don't think I can take
any more of that, or I'll jump you."

	Heather's breath caught at the woman's words, as she wanted to
be fucked so badly at that moment, and wished Susan would turn to her
and take her. But Susan didn't make the move.

	Reluctantly, Heather peeled off the body suit slowly after
Susan unzipped her. The heavy sweet smell of her cum hung in the room
from the wet crotch as she hung it over the back of a chair to dry,
unable to meet Susan's eyes.

	"Couldn't resist a few more orgasms, I see," Susan remarked.

	"I... I didn't really do anything, honest. They... They just
kept happening. Not that they weren't nice or that I tried to stop
them."

	"Well, doesn't matter if you get it a little wet, or a lot
wet. By the way, you smell wonderful. You must be a delight in bed."

	"Thanks." She couldn't think of anything else to say. Why
didn't Susan just take her in her arms and make love to her? God
knows, she wanted it and was ready enough! But, she dressed and Susan
made busy on the computer, saving and transmitting files to the
factories.

	"Heather, a word of advice?"

	"Yes?"

	"These clothes, and how you got them? Amy has a lot of motives
for getting them for you. And having you look nice and professional is
only a minor one. She is putting all this stuff on the company books,
in her name. The clothes only fit you. If for any reason things don't
work out at the firm, just keep the clothes. Let Amy worry about the
rest. Giving back the clothes would solve nothing for her. You might
as well have the enjoyment. Just so you know."

	"Are you sure that would be right?"

	"Positive. Amy is a big girl taking chances. If she gets
caught, stay out of the line of fire and keep a low profile." As she
said it, her eye caught Heather's magnificent profile and Heather
noticed where she was looking, and they both laughed.

	"Right! I'll need that suit for that. Any chance you'll change
your mind about... ?"

	"Not a chance. Now get out of here so I can finish up and get
something to eat. I'm beat."

	"Thanks for everything Susan. I can't wait to see the clothes
and try them on. Two weeks you said?"

	"Yeah, the early ones will be two weeks. The rest over a two
or three week period. Maybe one or two longer. And you don't actually
try them on. There is no need. They always fit perfectly. Jan's
underwear will take care of that for you. I can't wait to hear your
reaction to how that stuff feels. If you thought the suit was good,
just wait... off with you now." And she gave Heather a kiss on the
cheek and the door shut and she locked it.

	Heather went back to school and hit the books. Her mind kept
drifting back to the suit as an idle hand began to take her on the
stairway to another orgasm. The ancient history of Rome started to
blur in her mind as the sensations of her hand between her legs drove
her concentration from her. It would be a late night.

	Susan returned to the computer terminal and sat. There was one
last outfit she wanted for Heather. It would be a personal gift to a
special lady. She was always attracted to beautiful, sexy women, being
bi and all, but even she was surprised at how strongly she had felt
attracted today. It had taken all of her willpower to be professional
and get the work done and keep her hands off Heather.

	The material was impossible, the computer recalculated again
and again the cuts and lines, and she struggled for hours to get it to
work, and finally, it came together. As the 3-D picture turned and
moved around the screen, Susan finally gave in to the lust she had
built up all day, and a hand disappeared into the top of her slacks.
It took only moments before a powerful orgasm tightened her muscles
and she groaned loudly. The second orgasm was stronger than the first
and she yelled out. And, ten minutes later, her hand on one nipple,
pulling at the nipple savagely, and the other flicking her sensitive
clit, she felt a tidal wave roll up from her thighs, slam into her
stomach and explode in her brain. She screamed. The designer clothes
on the long racks absorbed the sound and a passerby in the street
heard nothing.

Article 113609 of alt.sex.stories:
From: an257736@anon.penet.fi (Ramapo)
Date: Tue, 12 Dec 1995 16:31:32 UTC
Subject: Heather Pt. 19C A-C [F/F]

		      The Adventures of Heather
				  by
				Ramapo
			      Part 19C

	At work the next day, Amy suggested they go over the final
plans for the presentation, which they did, and then they trooped down
to the presentation room and ran two rehearsals with all the
equipment, slides, multimedia gear. They made a final list of last
minute things to do from the experience. Amy made a casual suggestion
that Heather stop over to her place after work and she would loan her
one of her outfits for the meeting, as Heather's clothes would take a
while yet.

	Amy's apartment was a neat and perfect as Amy, of course.
Heather didn't exactly expect anything else. They poured a drink of
soda and relaxed in the living room with some nice music, then went to
the bedroom and began going through Amy's extremely extensive
wardrobe. In the end, with three different possible outfits selected,
Heather pulled off her skirt and blouse and tried each on. They
selected a dark blue, conservative jacket/skirt combination that came
just to the top of her knee. A tuck in the back took up the slight
slack from Heather's smaller waist, and the jacket hung perfectly. A
white satin blouse buttoned at the neck went well, and they hung the
items back on hangers for Heather to take home.

	Amy's hands lingered for a moment on Heathers bare shoulders
as she helped her slip the blouse off from the front. She reached
slowly past Heathers ears and as her fingers began removing the clasp
and pins holding Heather's mane in a tight roll behind her, she moved
forward and began gently kissing her.

	Heather dropped the blouse on the bed and responded by running
her hands up and down the back of Amy's blouse, fingers releasing the
small buttons. She found the clasp at the back of the skirt and
released it. Amy stopped kissing her for a moment and the skirt
dropped off and she laid it gently on the bed. Heather's long hair
fell down and she shook her head with a toss and it released into a
dark waterfall on to her skin. Goose bumps rose from it's touch and
she felt a thrill in her spine.

	They came back together and Amy began to run her tongue in and
out of Heather's mouth, her hot saliva mixing with Heather's, slowly
fucking her tongue, then bitting her lips. Heather's tongue flowed
into Amy's mouth, and they stood for minutes, tied erotically by the
touch and growing passion as their tongues embraced each other,
sliding over one another. Both were groaning.

	Heather's bra fell away as the rear hooks were suddenly free
under Amy's practised touch, the shoulder straps and cups somehow
falling forward and off between them. Heather tried to find the hooks
on Amy's bra, both front and rear, and suddenly realized she couldn't
find any. She pulled back for a moment to figure out what to do, and
was amazed to see a small network of very thin straps over the
shoulders. No clasps in the front or back were visible.

	Amy laughed. "Micro-Velcro. Invisible." She reached between
the cups and twisted the fabric hard and with a tearing sound, the
material parted. Heather went to reach and touch the end of the
fabric, but Amy just tossed the bra aside and flowed back into
Heather's arms. Their large breasts merged, and pressed into each
other, flattening, pushing swollen flesh under their arms, nipples
pressing hard against each other. Heather's nipples ached to be
touched.

	Amy moved the other clothes off the bed to a chair and had
Heather remove her panties. She sat Heather on the edge of the bed and
kneeled in front of her, kissing her hair, shoulders, arms and face on
the way down. Heather put her hands behind Amy's head and guided her
lips to her left nipple and cried out as the hot, eager lips parted
and inhaled the hard tit. She gave a violent start as Amy's teeth took
the nipple prisoner and her tongue rasped the long projection from the
bottom. Again and again, the tongue took her nipple. Then, she moved
to the other breast and began there. It was already there and waiting
at full length. In less than a minute, Heather was panting and
moaning, and whispering, eyes closed.

	"Ummmm. Oh. Nice. Very nice. Yes. So hot. I'm so hot. I'm hot
for you to fuck me. My pussy is hot. Don't make me wait. I can't wait.
I need you to. Suck me. Suck. Me. I... need... Yes... ," it was a
continuous stream of babble now.

	And Amy didn't make her wait. Even as she pulled the turgid
nipple as deep into her throat as she possibly could, she began to
ease Heather's panties off her hips and Heather lifted one hip at a
time in a gently rocking motion to give her clearance. They fell at
Heather's feet.

	As if by, signal, Heather fell slowly backwards and Amy's
kisses moved down her stomach and then, Heather's legs opened and the
heavenly probing tongue found Heather's long clit and flicked across
it. Heather was ready, and her hips rose to invite more. And Amy gave
it to her. Steady flicking and she felt Heather stiffen and shudder,
and she pulled the long clit into her mouth and washed it with her
tongue and pulled it with her cheeks. That was more than enough for
Heather and she came very intensely. One leg lifted and settled on
Amy's shoulder, and then the other followed on the other side, and Amy
ate her with abandon, drinking the flow of cum with great slurping
sounds and groans. Heather came again, and then, harder, again.

	Amy moved up and straddled Heather's stomach and leaned over
and her own large breasts hung down to Heather. Heather ran her hands
up Amy's sides and finally gathered one breast in both hands and
pressed the straining nipple into her mouth. Moving from breast to
breast, the nipples were pulled and tongued until Amy needed to have
more. She rolled off Heather, who, in a single motion, rolled with her
and then Heather was kissing her and moving down. As she settled into
Amy's steamy bush, Amy was shouting for Heather to fuck her.

	The neighbours next door never complained about Amy's shouting
during sex. And shout she did in private. In truth, the neighbors
would become deeply aroused by Amy's quite public display of lust, and
many a night, they would fall on each other after Amy's orgasm and
have energetic sex for hours. For a long retired couple, it amazed
even them. But they never discussed it. Amy knew they could hear her.
And she always smiled at them both when they passed in the hall.
Someday, she intended to invite them in for a soda and let them get to
know her... better? Better than what?

	But for now, they were getting to know that Amy was having a
talented woman fuck her with an expert tongue and fingers, and Amy
shouted and groaned like a wild banshee as she came and flooded the
bed under her with the cum Heather simply couldn't take down fast
enough. And Heather just took her again, and again. She wanted them
both to get an "A" on the presentation the next day.

	Much later, as Heather went down the hall, a short, older man
opened his door and said to her as she passed, "It's a treat to have a
delightful young lady such as yourself come visit on our floor. Please
come again soon." And he was smiling and nodding his head. His eyes
looked a bit unfocused.

	Heather responded politely, "Thank you. I believe I'll be back
quite soon. Nice to meet you." And she entered the elevator and was
gone.

	The man closed the door and headed for his bedroom where his
wife was still cleaning up the cum from their urgent love making.
Even as he approached her, she dropped the tissues and reached for his
cock. God, she thought, the man must think I'm a sex fiend.

	The old man smiled as her mouth closed over his enlarging
penis. Finally, after all these years, the sex was good again. No, it
was outstanding. He corrected himself again as his cock turned rigid.
It was fucking outstanding.

	The presentation went like clockwork. No matter what the
customer asked, they had a chart, or an answer prepared and up on the
screen in seconds. Heather worked the machines quietly in back and
never missed a beat. Having memorized the slide positions in the
electronic presentations, as well as having an index up on her screen
in the back, Amy could begin speaking on any topic and only a second
or two later, the appropriate material would appear on the screens
behind her, like they had rehearsed it to actually go this way.

	And, with all the technical elements happening so smoothly,
Amy's pitch hit the customer with full impact and it was obvious they
were very impressed.

	"Amy, and Heather of course," the customer turned to
acknowledge her. Heather smiled and nodded. "That is a most impressive
set of marketing ideas for our product. I like it. I like it a LOT. In
fact, I'm sold. You have our account as of this minute."

	Heather could see Amy almost leap into the air with joy.
She'd show that bastard in the executive suite, and she did. Heather
was so happy for Amy.

	"On two conditions." There followed a short silence.

	"One. You must leave your firm and start your own. I'll bring
my account to you to get started with a five year contract for
starters, and a large amount of up-front money. I'm tired to the rest
of the non-producers at this firm taking my money and not helping me."

	Heather felt her heart fall. She wouldn't be working with Amy
any more. She knew in a second that Amy would accept. She deflated.

	"And the other?" Amy was smiling. Yes, she accepted number
one.

	"You must tell me and my staff just how you made the backdrops
and filmy transparencies in the presentations. Whatever you did, the
effect is mesmerizing, and I know I'm in mixed company here and don't
mean to give offense, but they are downright sensual and very erotic.
Did anybody else pick up on that?"

	The other four people in the room, two men and two woman all
nodded quite vigorously. "Yes, quite stimulating. I keep thinking they
remind me of something, but I can't figure out what. There isn't
anything to make out, but, still... "

	Amy looked at Heather. Heather suddenly realized she would
have to tell them, and she got very nervous and scared. "Well... "

	Amy realized that Heather was stalling, but, hell, make up
something, anything kid, but give them an answer. She was practically
teleporting herself into Heather's brain to tell her to make it good.

	Heather told it straight. "It was the underwear that gave me
the idea. You sell underwear. People put their... ", she looked at the
group, and pressed ahead, "pussies and cocks in the underware, so... "
Amy mouthed OH MY GOD, PLEASE NO '... I found a nice picture of an
average, hard cock and overlayed it on an image of an engorged pussy
with the lips fully spread on either side of the cock... " HOLY SHIT!!
SHE DID!! WE'RE DEAD!!!... "with the cock head just under the raised
clit. Then, I ran the image through a series of morphing steps until
the cock merged into the pussy and pussy merged into the cock and you
really couldn't tell what the hell they were any more, no matter how
hard you tried. But, your brain somehow subconsciously knows, because
women see the picture and get wet and don't know why, and men see the
picture and get hard, and don't know why. I tested it and no one ever
came close to knowing what it was. Then, I just created a series of
transparancies that wash out most of the color, but leave behind a bit
of the texture. The people still react to the texture." She was proud
of what she had done. And as she was explaining it, she knew they were
probably in deep shit with the customer. To say nothing of it being
embarrassing. Amy would hate her. Oh, crap. It wasn't supposed to turn
out this way!

	Amy actually sat down as her legs gave way. The customer
remained silent for a moment. "You tested it? And no one ever figured
it out?"

	"Never. I gave it to a hundred people. I had my fiends in the
graphics lab trying to pull back the original images from the
pictures. They couldn't do it. And the transparancies are hopeless.
And these are some serious computer graphics freaks. I mean, not that
my friends are... "

	He held up his hand and started laughing. "Well, I thought we
must be the only firm in the world that talked about cocks and
pussies, and off course boobs and tits, behind closed doors as a
normal part of the day! I must say that you have surprised and
delighted and me that you understand our business and it's language so
well, and are not afraid to demonstrate it at your own firm."

	"Heather, that was an outstanding idea. And I want a copy of
one of those pictures and transparancies to hang on my wall to
frustrate people. This aid campaign will kill them."

	Heather's heart leaped with relief. It wasn't going to kill
them, it helped sell even more. She looked at the rest of the
customer's staff and one of the women had made a short note and slid
it down toward her. She casually slid the pad over and it said. "Babe,
I'm hot as hell and I know you did it. I want a copy of the picture,
ALL the transparancies, and YOU. Meet me in the ladies room on the
floor below in ten minutes after the meeting breaks. I won't
disappoint you. Kathy". Heather folded the note and put it in her
pocket.

	The customer spoke again. "Amy, I must add one more condition,
I'm afraid."

	Amy was smiling again, but a small cloud crossed her face.
What now?

	"Heather must join your team. I realize that she is an intern
here, and of course, the decision is her's, but I think we can jointly
make it financially attractive for her, and she will get the
experience she needs. Heather would you consider it?"

	Heather smiled. "Where she goes, I follow!" And they all
laughed. "Now... " her eyes locked with Kathy's for an instant, "I
have a couple of requests here to be serviced and I better excuse
myself to get you out of here on time. It's been a pleasure meeting
you all and I hope we get a chance to know each other much better."
Kathy winked at her as she broke eye contact and gathered up her
things and left. Amy was closing the deal and beginning the first
steps to setting up her first contract.

	Kathy was waiting in the last stall in the little used
bathroom on the empty floor. As she worked Heather's blouse free and
the surging mounds came into full view, her breath did a sharp intake
and her hands filled with firm flesh. "God, you're magnificent." And
her one hand slide down into Heather's panties and a finger slid
directly into Heather's Mons and found the rapid rising clit. "God,
your clit too? I can't wait for us to work together." And in the next
thirty minutes, in the stall, she brought Heather off many times with
an almost animal urgency of lust. As Heather floated off into a cloud
of sensations and fireworks, the idle thought crossed her mind that
any company that discussed cocks, tits, and pussies all day will be a
wonderful company to do business with. Look what they had done for her
already!

	Amy left the firm officially the next day, and they used the
undergarment factory as temporary quarters until they found a place to
lease. As Amy was very busy hiring people and getting incorporated,
Heather found her unavailable for company, but Kathy more than made up
for it. Kathy responded to Heather's body like she was born to serve
it and nothing else. And Heather responded to the urgent lovemaking
with her own lust, leaving Kathy delightfully exhausted as well.

	The following week, her underwear came in and it was indeed a
unique experience to wear. It felt like a hundred fingers were
caressing and pinching her ever-so-lightly every time she moved at
all, and it felt wonderful. The bra was an engineering miracle, giving
her amazing support (not that she really needed it yet), and always
gently moving her around so as to not break the line of the clothing
overgarments, all the while feeling like she was gently encompassed in
sild. The various types of panties did the same. And everything
expanded and absorbed her aroused condition without doing anything
other than making her even more aroused. Just walking around the
office, she felt like there were ten of Amy or Kathy stroking her all
over. Orgasms just came and went with great regularity. Kathy always
found her deep aroused, and it only increased her own lust.

	The outfits and other clothes all came in to Jan's over the
weeks and almost every night and soon she had a wardrobe to chose from
that most women would kill to have. Heather was a knockout in every
one of them, and they were perfectly tailored. She and Jan would drink
a glass of wine and then Heather would head home with her new things.

	Toward the end of the Summer, a large, heavy box arrived at
her apartment on a Saturday afternoon. She had no idea what it was,
since all the clothes and accessories had already come and were put
away.

	She broke the string and lifted the lid. There was a card on
top. She took it from the envelop and read, "Heather, you were gone
that first night before I figured it out. I could see I had it
backwards. This special outfit is for you, from me alone. Wear it
only to have fun (fun was underlined twice). I have a deep feeling it
will bring much of it into your sweet life. Promise some day to stop
by and let me see you in it. Come at night. And plan to stay a while.
I have placed the dressing instructions on a sheet of paper, as well
as the care guide. Love, Susan."

	Heather carefully spread the items from the box out on the bed
and in the bottom, found the shoes to match. She was completely soaked
with cum from excitement as each item emerged and revealed itself. She
ran her hands over the material and explored it. Reading the dressing
instructions, she put her hair up exactly as instructed and pulled off
all of her clothes, including her underwear. Drying between her legs
(useless, she knew, but she had to try), she pulled on the pants very
slowly, revelling in the feel on her skin. She pulled on the belt and
buckled it closed. Then the top, carefully easing her breasts into the
perfectly shaped cones built just to receive their exact shape. Her
nipple extended out into the open from each tip. Then, the shoulder
high arm gauntlets. And finally, the high heels. At last, she stood up
and pulled on the last piece over her head and put on the collar. She
could feel the cum just pouring down her legs again from the
excitement.

	Trembling, she walked over and stood in front of the floor
length mirror and looked at herself. The black leather hood with the
Stirling silver studs revealed her sparkling eyes, her hair emerging
into a tight brush from the rear and being pulled up and over the top
like the wild fan of some beast. The thick leather collar, again with
large silver studs, circled her long neck, enhancing her hood. The
torso bodice was moulded to her perfectly, revealing every line of her
upper body, with a few strategically placed holes here and there to
give more than just a peek-a-boo look. And her nipples pointed
straight out in a mesmerizing way, extended in her excitement to their
full length, drawing your eyes back to her tits no matter how hard you
tried to look elsewhere.

	A small gap of taut skin appeared and then a black studded
belt, and then the leather pants, glued to her. Even the dimples of
her ass were perfectly defined. The pants flowed up into the crack of
her ass and the seam was pressed firmly against her rear door. The
seam flowed to just below her pussy, and split, leaving her pussy
fully exposed. The seam rejoined just above her hairline. The wild
bush of dark hair contrasted to the polished finish of the rest of the
black leather on the rest of her body. And on her feet were high black
leather heels and they overlapped the bottom on the leather on her
legs just a bit.

	A clear trail of cum was running down the inside seam of the
pants as her excitement grew. Yes. Yes. Susan was right. THIS was what
she wanted. Her strength grew and her feeling of power expanded. She
reached into the box and lifted the last item.

	At that moment, there was a brief knock on the door and a key
in the lock.

	"HI! Honey, I got lonely over at the college and missed you so
much, can I spend the... Holy Shit. H o l y S H E I T."

	Heather was standing looking down at her, hands on her hips
and head back. Her right hand held a whip.

	"Shut that door and eat me out, you beautiful, wanton bitch!"
Traci pushed the door shut quickly and threw her bag on the floor. Her
pussy was already soaked before she could take the five steps and
kneel before the exotic figure before her. Her tongue slid into
Heather like a hot rapier and Heather gasped.

	YES. This is the way it would be for Traci from now on. I will
decide what games we play. And make Traci happier than she has ever
been.

	And Traci held her leather clad ass in both hands and feasted
at the Mons of her young Mistress.

Article 113308 of alt.sex.stories:
From: an257736@anon.penet.fi (Ramapo)
Date: Mon, 11 Dec 1995 11:11:58 UTC
Subject: Heather Pt. 20 [F/F]

		      The Adventures of Heather
				  by
				Ramapo
			       Part 20

	Heather sat on the edge of the bed and carefully folded the
cleaned leather top and placed it back in the box. Traci had left only
a few hours before, ending their day of games with Heather the
Mistress and Traci the more than willing sex slave. Even now, as
tired as she was, Heather felt a chill go down her back at the thought
of the power and excitement she felt in guiding Traci from one sexual
encounter to another, always being sure Traci was getting more
pleasure than Heather was demanding in return.

	It amazed Heather to see how responsive Traci had been to
being a slave, taking orders, performing sexual acts on her body.
Traci had clearly been deeply aroused the entire time. And, it scared
her. She had never before had such control over someone else. She was
tired, and felt confused. School would start soon and she felt off
centre. And the Summer's internship experiences hadn't exactly helped
her settle down.

	Into the box she placed Susan's note, and replaced the cover
and placed the heavy box high on the shelf in her closet. She stood
staring at it for a long time, then closed the door to the closet. At
her desk, she took out some personal stationary and wrote a long note
of thanks to Susan. Knowing she would want to know, she put in some of
the details of the games she and Traci had played, how wonderful they
had been, and promised a personal recounting of the night any day
soon. She sealed the envelope and placed it near her purse and bag.

	She wrote another short note to Traci. "Traci, dearest; I had
a wonderful, erotic time with you this past day. In fact, the sex and
spirit of the day were both fantastic and scary to me, somehow. I
think I've tapped into some part of my personality that I know little
about. It has left me both tired physically (smile) and emotionally
and I need to sort things out before school starts next week. I'm
going down to my folks' place at the beach till the end of the week.
I'll be by when I get back. I'll miss you. Love, Heather"

	She locked the door, dropped the note to Susan in the corner
mailbox and stopped by Traci's apartment on the way out of town,
sliding the other note under the door quietly, then driving down to
the beach.

	She stopped for food and a couple of beach read books and soon
was settled in at the beach house for the week. She made sure all the
doors were locked and everything was as it always was, then went for a
long, long walk on the beach. Just as she was turning to go back in
the darkening evening, she noticed a man several hundred yards away
who was doing something with a net in the surf, but she couldn't make
it out. Tired, she turned back.

	After a late meal, she cleaned up and decided to get cleaned
up for the night and then read for a while. Usually, she enjoyed
showers as a chance to not only get clean, but enjoy the spray on her
sensitive skin, particularly the areas around her nipples. Her hands
and fingers would always generate a large amount of lather from a bar
of soap, then spread it lovingly and gently over her body, lingering
everywhere her long fingers would remember were special. Showers
always ended with a satisfying orgasm to release the tension built up
from all the teasing.

	Tonight, the shower was brief. Pulling on a long cotton
nightgown and drying her long hair, then brushing it out. She settled
into the living area with one of her books and a glass of wine, with
soft music playing on the radio. And then, after only a few hours, she
put out the lights and slid into the sheets of her bed. Skipping her
usual ritual of a long build-up to a clitoral orgasm to help relax
her, she closed her eyes, hugged her favourite stuffed animal to her,
and almost instantly was asleep.

	And the week was much the same. Long walks, reading, some TV,
some shopping for more food. She knew she was down and needed a
change. But couldn't put her finger on what it was.

	Two days before she left the beach, she went for another long
walk and again spotted the stranger casting a net into the surf. This
time, she walked down and stood and watched. The man was not much
older than her, with a lean swimmers build and not a trace of fat
anywhere on his body as he worked. On the sand were large glass jars
in a holder on some sort of sleigh with a rope to pull it.

	"Hey! Would you bring out one of the empty jars?"

	Heather pulled one of the jars from the holder and waded into
the surf until she reached him. He flashed her a dazzling smile and
took the jar from her. "Thanks. I'm Eric."

	"Heather. What are you doing?"

	"Plankton count in the surf for doctoral research. Every low
tide. This is the easy part. Then time to do the counts." He looked
her over.

	"You're very beautiful!" He had to shout over the crash of the
surf. He was quickly filling the jar from the output of the net and
replacing the lid.

	"Thanks!" And she almost told him he wasn't bad looking
himself. And shocked herself at the mere thought. She never dated men.
They never asked her. Or did she let them know somehow they were
wasting their time?

	And then they waded out of the surf and Eric put the jar into
the sled and looked up. "Every see plankton?"

	"No. I mean, not live. Pictures on TV."

	"Come join me up at the cottage and you can count some for me.
I'm going blind. Just up here. No funny business, promise." Eric
looked at her confidently and started to pull the sled without waiting
for her answer.

	And she was going to say no from reflex, but stopped herself
and followed along. The cottage turned out to be an old one from the
1950's, run down, but having that air about it from the days when all
there was out here was sand, water, and the fishing. Eric put the
jars down and began to make up slides with practised ease while she
watched. Putting one into a microscope, he adjusted it and slid out of
his chair.

	"Here. Now I focused on one right in plan view." His hard
chest pressed into her back as he leaned forward to work a control on
the microscope. For the first time in a week, a spark of excitement
pulled on her nipples and she felt her pussy get warm. God, it's a GUY
for God's sake! Calm down. You never get interested in guys. But the
contact was getting all her attention and she was having a hard time
concentrating on the slide, or her words.

	"Yes, I see it." It looked like a miniature shrimp, almost
transparent.

	"Good. Now run these controls slowing all the way from stop to
stop, then turn this control one quarter turn, and then the other stop
to stop, until you have looked slowly at the entire slide. Count every
plankton you see."

	And he pulled away, leaving a burning sensation on her back
and she wanted him to return. But she started to count. And for an
hour, he handed her slides and she counted. As she got better, it went
faster. Two hours later, they were done and he finished recording the
data in his field book, and went and opened the refrigerator.

	"Beer or wine?"

	"Wine would be nice. Why count all these plankton?"

	"Well, I am building a theory that the numbers are decreasing
for certain reasons and I need baseline data to support it. My thesis
is due in six months and I haven't even finished the research yet.
This is my last chance for data. I go to school at a university over
on the other coast, but a friend had this place for the Summer, so
here I am. Wrong coast, but the theory should be valid regardless of
the ocean or beach."

	He handed her a glass of wine. "And you?"

	"Junior at the local college. Art major. I worked the Summer
as an intern for an ad agency doing multimedia graphics and that sort
of thing. I have to be back at school in two days." She took a long
drink.

	"Umm. I'm starved. Would you agree to stay and have dinner
with me? I'm a good cook and would love the company." He looked very
hopeful.

	"Yes, that would be nice. I've been alone all week myself."
Damn, she shouldn't have told him that. But, he seemed harmless.
After all, he hadn't made any moves yet, anyway.

	And dinner he did fix. Five courses, and it was all delicious.
They laughed and horsed around in the kitchen making it all and then
cleaning it up. And suddenly, they were back in the living room
standing facing each other and she was wondering...

	"Listen, I know I said no funny business, and I'm a man of my
word, but my soul is never going to let me have peace the rest of my
life unless I at least try to kiss the most beautiful woman I've been
lucky enough in my life to meet."

	He approached her and she knew she wanted him to do it, so she
tilted her head back and he kissed her gently, lingeringly, a hand on
each of her shoulders. He finally pulled back and gazed into her eyes.

	"Wow. My soul... "

	"Eric, my soul is never going to be at rest unless your soul,"
she put her hand on his hard chest" is completely satisfied. Kiss me
again." Gosh, what am I doing? she wondered as she was saying it.

	And he did. This time, his arms went around her and her full
chest flattened against his, the contrast of soft on hard adding to
the flood of new sensations now flooding her loins. She missed the
swell of another woman's breasts pushing on and in between her own,
adding to the wonderful cushion of flesh between their bodies. His
cock was hard now and pressed firmly into her stomach. For her, also a
completely new sensation. And one that had her pussy beginning to
drip.

	His tongue worked her mouth roughly and wetly, and he moved to
her neck. Her breath was already coming in short gasps and he pulled
away. "Heather, I really meant... "

	"I know. It's my choice. Love me." And they moved together
then walked to the back bedroom and he pulled her to him again. The
kissing was more urgent and he rapidly pulled the buttons on her
sweater open and pulled the sweater from her. As he saw her breasts
for the first time, he quickly began to suck the nipples and she felt
the sparks shooting. But he was going from place to place too fast,
leaving her hanging and wanting more at each tender spot she was
focusing on. And then, the sensations were somewhere else and she
flowed toward them, then again he moved on.

	"Slow down!" she wanted to scream, but he was now pulling off
his shirt and shorts. His cock was standing straight out and, while
not overly large, was nicely shaped. She reached out and took it in
her hand, caressing it slowly. Maybe a slow hand job will give him the
idea, she thought. She backed slowly onto the bed and sat down.

	He joined her in the bed and moved over her, kissing her
breasts and quickly moved to rubbing her pussy with sand roughened
fingers, pulling and scratching her slightly. And then, he moved her
legs apart and he began to mount her. She was not really ready. Wet,
very aroused. But, it was so fast. Not like...

	Somewhere, somehow a condom had made its way onto his cock,
and he penetrated her quickly. She groaned at the suddenness of her
organs being moved rudely out of the way and he tightened his arms
around her. His weight pressed her down, and his hips began to pump,
her pussy raising and lowering to meet him. Her clit, now beginning to
extend, was being pinched against him each time he slammed down, and
hurt instead of sending her flying. But the sliding of his hot cock
inside her was good. Very nice. Definitely better than her toys.
Well, most of them, anyway. And none of them generated all this heat.
God, he was a hot poker inside her. She moaned.

	Toys can't duplicate that heat, she thought in quick moment.
Enjoy this. You've always wondered. Eric, slow down. Please slow down.
I want to experience the sensations and learn to go with them.

	He was missing all her cues and drove on, his tempo picking
up. Concentrating her own passion was finally rising to meet his at
last and she felt the familiar warm tunnel of lust begin to suck her
down into it. But, his hard buns under her hands and roughness of his
hands kept distracting her, slowing her slide, blocking her
relaxation. This could be so nice, so different, but she was not in
control here.

	And then, without warning, he came. He stiffened and shook,
pelvis driving against her hard several times. And then, he rolled off
her.

	NO! I'm not done yet! Just a little more. Shit! Shit! Her
brain was screaming at him. But it was over. He rubbed her arm a few
more times, and kissed one nipple. Her pussy was aching for release
and she felt totally frustrated. Soon, he got up and dressed. She
cleaned herself up and also dressed and went and joined him in the
living room.

	And she found she had nothing to say to him. He seemed
uncomfortable that she was still there, so she suggested she leave.

	And he walked her back to her cottage in the dark and kissed
her and said, "That was the best. I can't believe I just meet you and
have to leave in the morning. Let me write my address for you. There.
I'll call you at school. Promise." And he was a dark shape walking
down the beach.

	"So, Heather my dear," she was talking to herself as she
walked inside, "you wanted to know all these years if it would be
different with a man? Any questions?" And she laughed. And stood at
the top of the steps in the doorway still trying to make out his shape
in the distance. And she cried a little. It was textbook. Very nice,
but... yes, very nice in a way. Not long enough. And now, she was
amazed she could still feel him up inside her. A phantom cock, still
pushing at her insides, sliding in and out. Definitely not long
enough. He'd never know what he just walked away from. She could have
gone all night if only knew how she felt and how aroused she'd been
and known how to please her.

	She cleaned up and showered, dried her hair and went back out
on the darkened porch and sat with her feet up on the railing. A very
gentle breeze blew her skirt up and the tendrils of wind teased her
pussy and the backs of her thighs. Her hair blew around her in the
wind, and most of it ended up covering her breasts. The very long pink
nipples stood up against the cotton fabric of the thin blouse, but she
made no attempt at self stimulation. She sat that way for a long time
and went to bed and fell instantly to sleep.

	The next day, she cleaned up the cottage and emptied the frig,
and read on the beach and swam a lot. The beach was totally deserted
now, so she felt a bit lonely as evening came. Dinner also included a
bottle of light wine and she went to bed a bit tipsy.

	In the morning, she packed her things, locked up the cottage
and left the key with the real estate office on her way out. The long
drive back to her apartment was uneventful. She put her things away
and discovered two messages on her answering machine.

	One was from her Mom. "Hi, dear. Just to let you know we're
back from our trip and it was great. We had a message here from Traci
saying you were at the beach for the week and needed to be alone. I
hope you are fine and please call me when you get in. Traci sounded a
bit worried about you. You know she cares a great deal for you, and
frankly, I think you two make a darling couple. Call me."

	"Darling couple?" She knew they were lovers? How? She had only
mentioned Traci a couple of times in letters, or on the phone. Well,
the cat was out of the bag now, she thought. Mom wanted to talk about
her lover.

	The second call was from Traci. "Hi. When you get back, stop
over and tell me what's up. Missed you all week. A LOT! See you
later, I hope."

	She dialled home first, taking a deep breath as the phone
started to ring. "Hello?" It was her Mom.

	"Hi, it's Heather. I'm back from the beach and ready for
school tomorrow."

	"I'm so glad. Sounds like you had an exciting Summer and I
can't wait to hear all about it. Suppose we drive down next weekend
and all go out to dinner?"

	"That'd be great Mom! I've missed you and Dad all Summer.
Seemed strange to be out on my own and never get to see you."

	"We felt the same way and talked about you everyday. By the
way, why don't you invite Traci to join us."

	Ah. There was the other shoe. "Mom, I mean, we never... you've
never said anything... "

	Her mother interrupted, "Dear, I've known since you were
thirteen and the only friends you ever had were girls. I used to have
to change your sheets almost every morning once your hormones kicked
in full time and you started to masturbate and had someone sleep
over!"

	"MOM!"

	"I don't mean to shock you, but you must think we're blind.
Anyway, you're not the first in the family, so I think we know how to
handle everything. You have our full love and support, always have and
always will. I will miss planning a wedding, though!" She laughed.

	Heather thought about Eric in that second. "Well, don't be too
quick to eliminate that. I. Well. I don't think it's just girls any
more. I'm a bit confused about that right now." Wait, did she say not
the first in the family? Who... ?

	"Oh. Well, whatever is the right answer for you will be fine
with us, you can rest assured. Now, don't forget to invite Traci. Got
to run. See you next Saturday night. You pick the place."

	"OK. I'm sure Traci will love to come. I hope you like her.
See you then!"

	And she hung up. And sat for a long time thinking about Traci,
Eric, boys, girls. And decided one thing for sure. She was horny as
hell. And felt back to herself.

	It was late as she pulled up at Traci's apartment house. She
could see from the windows that the lights weren't on, not a good
sign. When alone, Traci lit up the place like a stage for fear of
burglars and rapists. So, for certain, she wasn't home. And her car
wasn't anywhere to be seen. Just in case, she walked up the stairs and
stopped at Traci's door. There was a note taped to the door just above
the knocker.

	"Heather, if you stop by, I'm over at my sister's. The
directions are below. They are having a pool party and invited me at
the last minute and, since you weren't back yet, decided to go to help
me unwind before classes start tomorrow. I HAD hoped to unwind with
you (hint), but it looks like a missed opportunity. If it's not too
late, come on over and have some wine and we'll at least chat. Traci"

	Heather looked at her watch and decided it was too late, but,
Traci wasn't back yet, so, she'd stop over anyway. The directions were
easy to follow and in twenty minutes, she pulled up in front of a nice
big house with a big lawn. Traci's car was still out front! Great!

	She got out and started toward the house.

	Traci picked up her watch and held it up to see the watch
hands by the dim lights in the pool. It was almost midnight and she
had waited out here hoping Heather would come. Now, she was horny, and
worried about Heather. A very gentle, cool breeze was wafting over the
pool now, ruffling the top of the water, green in the pool lights. The
other guests were gone and her sister just told her to close up when
she left. She sat in her two piece suit and looked at her hands. She
had let the nails grow all Summer and was proud of how they looked.
She knew long nails trapping Heather's long nipples drove her wild and
she had planned to tease her all night in the pool. But.

	It was at that moment she knew, sensed, that Heather was
there. It was her scent, that wonderful scent that she gave off, a
combination of hair shampoo, perfume, and that unmistakable punk of a
woman in heat, mixed together. Her heart skipped a beat and settled
into an increased rhythm. She lifted her head and saw Heather standing
at the end of the walk in the darkness, just short of the pool deck.

	"I didn't think you would come."

	"I got back late, and Mom, well, I came right over when I saw
your note. I missed you."

	The two of them walked toward each other, smiling. With every
step, Heather felt her legs get weak and her pussy fill with
lubrication. They met and Traci took her smoothly into her arms and
they kissed. A deep, longing, erotic kiss with two tongues dancing in
and out of each other's mouths, saliva pouring back and forth between
them in some heady brew that heightened their arousal. Both of them
were breathing through flared nostrils.

	Heather's breasts were on fire to be rubbed and pinched. She
rubbed herself vigorously against Traci's equally full tits and moaned
into Traci's mouth.

	"Traci, please take me. Fuck me. God, please fuck me. Now,
right here. I can't wait. I want you so much."

	A sharp thrill ran down Traci's spine at these lust filled
words. Heather's mouth covered her's again and they sucked and tongue
fucked each other for another minute. Then, Traci pulled back and
turned Heather around. In a second, she released her top and pulled
the ties on her bottom, and stood naked. She eased her swollen boobs
against Heather's back and the heat in them felt like a branding iron
against Heather's skin, through her blouse.

	Traci moved close and whispered in her ear. "I will fuck you
till dawn, if you want it. I need you too. Close your eyes and let me
fuck you, suck you and love that outrageous body of yours."

	Her fingers were working slowly down Heather's front, rubbing
her breasts and now hard nipples against the insides of her arms as
she worked the buttons on the blouse free. She eased the blouse up out
of her shorts and the last button came free. She eased back from her
and ran her now long nails up Heather's back to the bra strap. Heather
moaned loudly. The bra catch came free in an instant, but Traci made
no move to remove the blouse or the bra. She ran her nails down the
back from the nape of her neck to the top of her shorts, then around
her sides and across the top of her stomach. She could feel Heather
tremble from the touch on her skin.

	Moving closer to her again, her own breasts flattened once
more against the trembling girl and her hands now traced up the
stomach and eased the bra cups loose, first from one breast, then the
other. Very slowly, tickling and tracing patterns on the bottom of the
heavy orbs becoming exposed.

	"Oh, shit. That's SO NICE! I'm soaked. please. don't make me
wait. I need it. Oh, God." It was all a groan an Heather's body began
to almost glow from the heat she was producing.

	The bra cups were now pushed up on top of the large swollen
tits and finally, she closed both hands underneath both breasts,
lifting them lightly, and closing a long extended nipple between each
thumb and index finger nail. She tightened her grip and Heather
shuddered. Her breasts were on fire in Traci's hands.

	Traci finally let her right hand move down and release the
snap at the top of Heather's shorts. She unzipped the zipper half way,
and eased her hand down over the hard, flat belly, then the tips were
in Heather's bush, so thick and wonderful between her fingers. Her
fingers moved on and Heather was already humping her hand, trying to
hurry her. She tightened her fingers around the left nipple and
twisted it.

	Heather's attention went back to her breast and the electric
sparks pouring from the nipple across her chest, just as Traci slid
two fingers smoothly between her cum slick lips and into her pussy to
the second knuckle.

	Heather began to go tense and shake and Traci knew she was
going to cum and eased another finger inside and spread them, letting
Heather's pussy clamp down on the pressure. Heather felt her inner
thighs get white hot and heat pour into her pussy and up her stomach
as the orgasm hit her.

	"I'm cumming... " it was a whisper as the wind was driven from
her by the intensity of it. Traci worked the spot just to the side of
Heather's clit that she knew Heather liked better than any other place
to be touched. And Heather stiffened again and groaned very loudly as
she came twice more in rapid succession. And then, Traci just held her
as she came down a bit.

	Heather turned and hugged Traci, her head on Traci's shoulder.
"That was so nice. Nobody does that like you do. I felt so fucking
horny."

	"Would you like to go for a swim?"

	"I didn't bring a suit with me."

	"Don't need one. Look at me! Anyway, I'll go in and kill the
pool lites and let Sis know we'll be out here for a while. Don't go
away now!" She gave her a kiss and Heather took her right breast in
her hand and began to gently knead it, finally pulling it into her
mouth.

	Traci groaned and pulled her head into her tit. "Yes, I need
that too. Let's get to the pool." And they separated and Traci grabbed
a towel to wrap around herself and ran to the house. Heather went to
a lounge chair and sat on the edge, her open blouse and bunched up bra
still where Traci had left them, her shorts just barely hanging on her
hips. The feeling of Traci's hot breasts on her back was still very
much there, as well as the feeling of pressure from those talented
fingers deep in her pussy. She closed her eyes and just sat, re-
experiencing those feelings.

	Suddenly, Traci was there by her. "Here, we'll put some oil on
first. You'll like this, I bet. No, let me undress you. You know it
makes me crazy to strip you. I'm hot for you already, so this will
make me really jump your bones.

	Traci closed her eyes and finally, felt the feather touch of
Traci's fingers as she eased the blouse back slowly of one shoulder at
a time and then slid it down her arms and off. Then, the bra, one cup
at a time. The fingers gently tracing alone the skin of her breasts,
the sides, the tops, the hard tips, and down her arms as the straps
went free.

	She heard the glug from a bottle and then Traci began to
smooth a thick layer of oil over her shoulders and neck. Taking her
time, she worked the oil slowly down her back and arms, stopping at
the top of the shorts. Pouring more oil, she very slowly worked it
into the top of Heather's front, and then down ever so gradually onto
the swelling orbs finally, palming each nipple and rubbing in into the
firm tits until the nipples were standing straight out, fully erect.
Traci felt her pussy flood from the sight and feel of these erotic
pencils of flesh, longer than she could ever have imagined a woman
could be. And so tender and sensitive. The feel of them deep in her
throat made her almost cum as she sucked on them briefly, ignoring the
oil.

	Heather was sinking into the satin feel of the oil. It made
her skin warm, even in the cool breeze. Her breasts were hot inside
and Traci's slow steady actions were getting her very turned on again.
Traci pulled her slowly to her feet and then eased the dangling shorts
off her, exposing her naked, very wet pussy to the cool air. It was a
wanton, delicious feeling.

	Traci continued to lather on the oil, working down each leg
and back up, then the other, and finally, standing pressing against
Heather's well oiled side, worked a copious handful into Heather pussy
and ass crack, lingering over her asshole, finally, sliding her oiled
index finger inside just to the first knuckle.

	The silky, satiny feeling was almost too erotic to stand, as
though her body senses had gone into some totally new level of
pleasure. And she floated inside the pleasure, feeling the cool
breeze, feeling her exposed parts tingle.

	"OK. Now me. Be quick, I want you in the pool." Traci
whispered in her ear.

	Heather opened her eyes and realized just how dark it was with
the pool lights off. She took the bottle and spread oil on Traci as
well, also making sure she took care to oil Traci's pussy and ass very
well. And she returned the favour and inserted a finger deep into
Traci's ass and began to wiggle it. Traci was moaning and her pussy
was running down her oiled leg.

	"Oh, honey. Ummmm. Nice. Pool. Let me do you in the pool.
Keep that thought." And they slipped their arms around each other and
walked to the end of the pool and stepped down into the water.

	Again, it felt entirely different from before. The oil kept
her skin hot inside, and the cooler water felt like it was a layer
away from her now silken skin. Traci stopped her when they were waist
deep. She could feel her pussy tighten against the cold, but inside
her molten loins stayed just as hot.

	Traci, facing her with their boobs pressing into each other,
slowly worked the pins out of Heather's long hair and then, every so
gently, let it down her back, separating it with her fingers, it's
rich fullness accented by the slick oil on her fingers.

	Heather felt the hair on her back, and as it always had, she
felt her arousal increase and her chest go tight from the sensuous
feeling on the skin of her back and upper ass as the hair became wet
and drifted back and forth over her tight, oiled buns.

	Then, Traci took them deeper and told her to float on her
back. Heather loved to float, and she just laid back and put her arms
out with legs slightly separated and began to float. Traci gently
began to guide her around the pool as she floated. Every few seconds,
her hands glided over Heather's legs, or stomach, or breasts, but only
for a few seconds at a time and never in any pattern. Heather's skin
was cool in the water, and the skin tightened around her swollen
breasts, which felt molten hot inside. The nipples, puckered tight in
the night air, were standing up like spikes and the wetness left from
Traci's roaming fingers would cool in the night air and they felt
almost painfully tight. Her state of arousal continued to climb as she
floated in a state of near ecstasy. Her pussy was swollen inside, but
the lips remained tightly sealed by the cold water, trapping the
growing pool of cum and adding pressure inside her cunt. As much as
she wanted to have an orgasm, the buildup was so intense she wanted it
to last forever.

	After almost thirty minutes of this, Traci guided them both
over to where the pool filter pump was jetting an output of water from
the side of the pool. Positioning them both a safe distance from the
intense jet, she opened her own legs wide and felt the tendrils of
pulsed jets of water on the back of her ass and on her pussy, now
fully swollen from her own arousal from touching Heather's voluptuous
body. As her own orgasm began a slow approach, she moved Heather's
legs wider apart and pulled her gently toward her, parting her tight
pussy with two fingers and moving them deeply inside the hot confines,
her trapped cum seeping past them as she worked them in and out of
Heather. She kept one hand under Heather's butt and gently guided her
back and forth onto her fingers, fucking her on her hand, gradually
adding a third finger.

	Heather felt the pulses of water touching her ass and pussy as
Traci moved her around. Almost in a sort of sexual trance at this
point, she felt the silky touch of Traci's hand grip her ass and begin
to move her back and forth, and then two fingers slide inside her
tight pussy and she began to quiver in the water from the rapid
buildup to orgasm. As another finger slid in, she came with a great
shudder, a wave of white hot heat filled her thighs and spread up her
stomach, then to her chest and face, and finally, she was floating in
a cushion of heat from the orgasm that seemed to last forever. Traci
continued to stroke her pussy and clit and the fire started again and
she moaned into the night air. Traci was soooooo good at fucking her.
She wanted her to fuck her forever. Make this last forever. Silky
skin. Cool air, hard nipples, tight pussy. Forever. At that moment,
she had never before let go some completely to her own desires and
sensations. She was Traci's to do with as she pleased. Completely.

	As she finally came down from her intense arousal, she weakly
regained her legs and they hugged. Heather led her to the deeper end
of the pool and forced her to swim back to the deepest end, just under
the diving board. And they kissed as they tread water slowly.

	Then, Heather took a very deep breath, and simply slid down
underwater, using Traci's ample figure for hand holds, sliding her
fingers between Traci's legs and sinking down in front of her pussy,
she moved Traci's legs far apart and pressed her lips and tongue into
Traci's tight pussy, parting the lips with her tongue.

	Compared to the cool water, the hot tongue felt like a fire
brand as it entered her welcoming pussy, and Traci gasped out, "God,
yes, fuck me with your tongue. Make me cum. Oh, Oh, Yes. Ohhhh... "
She tried to concentrate on treading water, but was rapidly
approaching her long delayed orgasm.

	Heather surfaced to get air, and they kissed again. Traci held
her close with one hand. "Eat me, honey. It is unbelievably good. Do
me. I need you to do me so bad."

	Heather slid under and again she began to savage the now
swollen clit with her tongue. Her wonderful fan of hair moved around
Traci's stomach and ass and was adding to the tingling rapidly racing
through Traci's nervous system. Traci was now quivering and trembling
and having trouble keeping her head above water. Heather took one last
big gulp of air and this time, as her tongue slid deep into her pussy,
then up to her clit, Traci came with a groan and slid under water with
Heather still at work between her legs. Only the desperate need for
air forced them both to the surface where they hung on the side of the
pool hugging each other.

	And they repeated the events, only this time Traci floated and
Heather did her in the end, and Traci ate her in the deep end and
Heather came so hard she almost passed out underwater. Satiated for
the moment, with their arms around each other's waist, they left the
pool and began to dry off with some towels Traci had brought out. They
carefully wiped each other dry, and pulled the towels tight around
each other and twisted them to stay above their ample bosoms.

	Heather spoke first. "Where did you learn that trick? It was
fantastic. I loved it."

	"Not telling you. I have to have some secrets, after all. And
you, with that underwater tongue job, I couldn't believe I'd actually
orgasm, but I sure did. I thought I'd drown, and didn't care!" They
both laughed.

	"Mom and Dad are coming down next Saturday and want you to
join us for dinner. Mom is calling us a couple now and wants to meet
my lover." Heather was looking at Traci from the corner of her eyes to
gauge her reaction.

	"That sounds very nice. I'd love to meet them face to face. I
suppose she told you I called to let them know where you were?"

	"Yeah. You are a worry wort. But, something did happen at the
beach I need to talk to you about. Maybe later this week."

	"OK. We need to get cleaned up and head back. I have classes
to teach and you, you have to listen to me! At least one of us should
be awake. There are showers in the back of the house and the door is
open."

	Heather was relieved the Traci was so relaxed about her
parents. Yes, she was her lover. Not just some casual sex thing, but,
a real relationship. She stood there looking a Traci and leaned
forward and kissed her hard.

	"We are lovers, aren't we?"

	"I should hope so, or else I'm in love with the wrong person."
Traci said smiling, and she kissed Heather back.

	And Heather reached out and snatched the towel off Traci and
turned and raced for the showers. Traci gave a whoop and chased after
her, laughing. And they were still laughing as they soaped each other
up and began that magical dance of fingers on breasts and pussies that
brought them off again and again with such relaxed ease.

	Maybe nobody would be awake in class. Who cared?

Article 114008 of alt.sex.stories:
From: an257736@anon.penet.fi (Ramapo)
Date: Thu, 14 Dec 1995 05:46:42 UTC
Subject: Heather Pt. 21A A-B [F/F]

		      The Adventures of Heather
				  by
				Ramapo
			       Part 21A

	Today would be a long one, as Heather stretched in bed before
heading to the bathroom. Naked as always, she lay there and ran her
hands up her sides and under her large, erect breasts and pushed a
pink nipple up to her mouth. Leaning her head down, she pulled it
firmly into her mouth and pulled on it hard and it immediately erected
under the practiced guidance of her tongue. Pinning the now very long
nipple to the roof of her mouth with her tongue, she bit down gently
until the flesh of her breast was trapped in her mouth, and withdrew
her hand from supporting the breast. The increased pressure and
pulling sensation on her breast and nipple started a steady stream of
sparks to her pussy and she felt herself get moist. The rapid arousal
always worked when she needed to get there fast, and she groaned from
the wave of pleasure in her belly. Then, she repeated the action with
the other breast, this time, as she released it to hang from her
mouth, she pulled at the other nipple, twisting it slowly back and
forth, and applying pressure under the nipple with a firm thumb and
index finger and groaned even louder.

	She often wondered if the landlady overheard her making noise
when she masturbated, but generally didn't care.

	Her cunt was now liquid and on fire from the stimulation of
her chest, and a hand went to her mons and began to stoke it and press
downward against the heavenly swelling between her legs. In only
seconds, her clit appeared between her puffy and opening lips and
stood erect for her fingernail to gently tease. In only seconds, the
first orgasm built up in her loins and with a grunt and a spasm that
shook the entire bed, her butt drove down violently into the mattress
and then jerked back up against the waiting finger. And again. And
then, yet again. Finally, sweating lightly from the very rapid
repetition of orgasms, and with her heart still beating hard, she let
herself calm down and then swung her feet onto the floor and walked to
the john, a thin trickle of cum wetting her thigh.

	In the shower, she ran the day's schedule through her head
over again and washed quickly, taking time to bring herself off twice
more, just for good measure. Good measure, because she knew it would
be the last time she was going to be able to do anything at all sexual
with anybody, or to herself until her guests left on Sunday. The early
morning masturbation, while not at all uncommon for her, was
especially necessary in a vain attempt to cool her erotic ardor a bit,
at least for today. Tomorrow would be a challenge.

	Jumping into a pair of old jeans cutoffs, with threads hanging
down (they tickled her legs, a definite BIG turnon as she walked), a
mistake today, but she forgot that for the moment as she pulled a
sleeveless light sweater over her now bra encased breasts. The nipples
still tingled from her teeth and she rubbed them hard with her palms
to try to get them to settle down, which they slowly did. Her body had
a sense memory like nothing she could imagine. Even now, twenty
minutes later, she could feel her fingernail on her clit almost as if
she was still arousing herself. Damn. Body, settle down and give me a
break! At least for the next couple of days.

	No Traci. Or anybody else. Her cousins were coming for a
college visit and interviews. Well, actually, her second cousin Tami
and two of her high school girl friends, Gina and Chloe. Heather's
Mother had called on Wednesday night to ask if they could stay with
her at the apartment for the weekend, pick them up at the train
station and drop them off, and generally watch over them for the
weekend and show them the campus. Unable to say no, she agreed, even
though the homework was piling up already, even though school was only
into the second week of the Junior year.

	And Traci. Traci, her dear sweet luscious lover, and, art
professor, was the worst! Her class assignments were many, tough, and
demanding. Traci had warned her that if anything, their relationship
would mean that she would be harder on Traci than anyone else her
classes so that if anyone found out about their being lovers, they
couldn't find and trace of favoritism. Well, that was for certain.
They had only had time to see each other once aside from the dinner
with her parents, which had gone very well. After all these years of
worrying about how to handle her sexual orientation with them, it all
seemed to just fall into place. She knew they were exceptional
parents. She never felt so loved.

	And she and Traci would not see each other this weekend
because of Heather's commitments. Heather missed her, and wondered if
they could get back to the pool before the Summer ended and it would
be too cold to float and...

	Her Mother had made a very big deal out of warning her that
her cousin and friends, whom Heather hardly knew, except from a family
reunion picnic many years before, came from a very conservative branch
of the family from a very small town in the mid-west who were very
religious. Heather had to be careful to protect them and not do
anything that would go against their beliefs. She assured her Mom that
she understood and would send them home unsullied. It would be the
same as if they had come to live in a monastery. They had both
laughed, but when Heather had hung up, she knew it would be tough.
First, she had a female lover, who would be interviewing the girls!
Second, the school was anything but an innocent place, with mixed sex
dorms, heavy weekend drinking and partying, and minimal supervision by
the school officials.

	Having been sixteen only four years previously, she remembered
quite clearly how hot to trot she had been, and most of her friends at
that age. Ready to bust out and experiment. And now, away from home,
she expected that her firm hand and restrictions were not going to go
down well at all. No, definitely, not well at all.

	Her classes finished at three o'clock, right on schedule and
she made a beeline for her apartment to change. Keeping an eye on the
clock, she changed into a pair of loose slacks, a heavy, thick fabric
bra that flattened her breasts somewhat and definitely hid her erotic
nipples, and then a blouse that was almost baggy and her ample bosom
line all but disappeared. Welcome back to high school she thought.
She kept on the G-string panties just to feel good under her disguise.

	Scrubbing all the makeup off her face, she pulled her hair
back and put it into a bun and pinned it. There, she thought. Put a
habit on me and I'm all set for the nunnery! The pressure of the tight
bra pulling her breasts hard against her ribs actually felt quit good,
and her tingling pussy made a liar out of her even as she had the
thought. Yeah, right.

	She headed for the train station, and even with a heavy foot
on the accelerator, she was ten minutes late parking. She rushed into
the station, and found the platform the train came in on and was
relieved to see that Amtrak was late again, and relaxed a moment. She
reached the platform just as the train rolled in and she stood up by
the engine, not wanting to miss the kids as they came off the train.

	Many people got off, and then she spotted them near the last
car, far down the platform. It was hard to miss this group. Each had
on a small hat with a ribbon, a simple, shapeless dress that came to
the knees, white anklet socks and white flats. They even had on white
gloves! A purse was hanging from one shoulder and they carried
something in one hand, but at this distance, she couldn't make out
what it was.

	She tried to guess who was who, but her distant memory from
the picnic long ago wasn't of much use. They walked slowly toward her
and she noticed that the tallest girl, about her own height, was a
blond with long straight hair, like it was ironed straight. She walked
in the lead and guessed she must be Tami. Very cute from here. To her
left walked a brunette with short hair, almost bouncing along. And to
her right and slightly to behind the two others was a very dark haired
girl who was two inches or so shorter than Tami, her hair cut in a
nice blunt cut at the top of the shoulders, nicely framing her very
pretty face. But what made her stand out was the fluid, almost slinky
way she walked, gliding along the platform. It was a sexy walk that
oozed of erotic intent and Heather felt herself go damp just allowing
herself watch her flow toward her. Get a grip girl! Here they are!

	"Are you Tami? HI! I'm your cousin Heather."

	"HI!" They hugged briefly. Tami introduced her to Gina, the
brunette, who said hi and shook her hand and then to Chloe, who, to
Heather's surprise, floated over to her and gave her a very intimate
hug and a kiss on the cheek. In just those few seconds, she could feel
two very firm, large breasts press into her ribs just under her own.
This girl was built, but the dress gave almost no clue to the curves
underneath, hidden in all the frills. As Chloe stepped back, found it
difficult to stop looking into the girl's liquid brown bedroom eyes,
her gaze locked unblinkingly with Heather's.

	Finally, Heather broke the moment and said, "Well, welcome to
our town and my college! I hope you like it here. We'll go back to my
apartment and let you get settled, then go to the college eating hall
and have dinner so you can see the crowd. Then, we'll play it by ear,
OK?"

	"Great! We can pick up our bags upstairs at the baggage claim
area." As they turned to go, Heather realized that the girls were each
carrying a small leather bound Bible in their gloved hands. It was a
scene from Anne of Green Gables and she almost started laughing. She
led the way and soon had their luggage in the trunk of the car and
they were soon in her apartment.

	As the girls spread their things out in the extra bedroom,
Tami came in and handed her an envelop. "Mother said I was to give
this to you as soon as we arrived. I forgot at the train station, I
was so excited to be here." Heather took it from her hand and looked
up at a worried face.

	"Don't worry. I wouldn't have read it there anyway. Go settle
in and we'll get something to eat."

	As she left, Heather tore open the envelop and rapidly scanned
the contents, written in a tight, neat feminine hand.

	"Dear Heather,

	Thank you so much for agreeing to take in the girls on

	such short notice. I know you will have much to do in a

	short time, but I want you to remember that we have

	raised Tami (and the other parents are in agreement on

	this) in a strict upbringing much more restrictive than

	your own. Please respect my wishes and apply my rules

	in deciding what is allowable and not your own. I have

	confidence that we can count on you completely.

	1. The girls have a 9PM curfew at night, with no

	exceptions. This includes bathing and prayers.

	2. They are to read their Bible's for ten minutes each

	morning and evening.

	3. They are not allowed to consume alcohol in any

	quantity, or any other drugs.

	4. Under no circumstances are they allowed to go out on

	a date with a boy unless you chaperone them, and have

	them in by the curfew time.

	5. Tami has a slight sleep walking problem right now.

	Chloe is fully aware of the problem, the treatment that

	Tami has been getting, and how to handle things if the

	problem should occur during their visit. Under no

	circumstances talk to Tami about this, only Chloe, as

	Tami is not fully aware of the problem. I do not expect

	any problems, however, as she has been much better as of

	late.

	Good luck and I hope to meet you one of these days.

	Thank you again for kind assistance.

	Signed, Linda Greer"

	WOW! The kids DO live in nunnery! 9 PM curfew? Is she kidding?
And sleep walking? Well, I have to do this or everyone will get into
hot water. She went over to the doorway and motioned for Chloe to come
over. Again, Heather was intrigued at the fluid way she moved. Never
in a hurry, just unbelievably graceful. It was very sexy.

	"Yes?"

	"Can you come in a minute? And close the door a bit? Thanks.
Come here and sit on the bed. Tell me about Tami and the
sleepwalking."

	"Oh, her Mother mentioned that? Well, it's quite embarrassing
for her. About six months ago, she just started getting up at night
and walking around the house. One night, she got everyone else out of
bed, got them downstairs and in a circle on the floor and had them
singing songs and holding hands for hours, then they all went back to
bed. She didn't remember it at all the next day. She did other things
like that. Once they woke her up and she freaked out, so they took her
to the doctor's and he advised that she should come in for treatments
immediately. He told us that if she does walk in her sleep, under no
circumstances should we wake her up, and if she wants things done, we
should do them to keep her happy, no matter what they are. But, we
needn't worry, I don't think. She hasn't done it for weeks now and the
Doctor thinks she might be over it. I'm sure Tami's Mom only mentioned
it so if it happened you'd know what to do. Anyway, I know all about
it and I'll help if it happens." Heather was just falling into this
girls voice. Soft, slow speaking, it was a melodious sexy voice that
pulled you into it and made you want to have her just keep talking to
you. That and her deep brown eyes were getting Heather all aroused.

	She finally broke free from the spell with an effort and they
stood up. "Thanks, Chloe. Not a problem to worry about. Let's get some
eats!" Even as she said it, her eyes fell down to the front of Chloe's
dress, trying to see the full tits she knew lurked there, but was
defeated by the simple lines of the fabric that showed her nothing.
She glanced up and Chloe was looking directly at her, a slight smile
on her lips. Finally, she broke eye contact and they walked out of the
room together.

	After dinner, Heather and the girls walked all over the campus
and at eight thirty headed back for the apartment. Heather noticed
that they made no protest at the early end to the evening. In the
apartment, they cleaned up and changed into night clothes, totally
baggy night gowns that covered their bodies from the neck down to
their toes. While Heather studied, they read from their Bibles, said
prayers on their knees and then, gave Heather a kiss on the cheek and
walked back to the other room to go to bed. Chloe waited till last and
came over and stood by Heather for a moment, looking down at her from
hooded eyes, holding her gaze unblinkingly. Then, she leaned down and
gave Heather a kiss full on the mouth, holding it just a moment longer
than a friendly kiss required, then stood up, still holding Heather's
eyes with her own.

	Heather's heart started to race and she felt her pussy go wet.
Damn! What the hell was that? Where did that come from? She's just
being friendly, calm down. She's a kid from a farm and she reads her
Bible all the time. But her pussy was screaming that this girl wanted
her, and she knew her pussy was never wrong. Oh, shit. I hope she
doesn't try anything. I don't think I'll be able to keep my hands off
her and then we'll really have a stink.

	And Chloe retired and pulled the door shut behind her.
Leaving Heather tight-chested and breathing hard. Finally, she was
able to get back to studying and it was almost midnight when she
slipped into the bathroom and changed into a pair of flannel PJ's and
slid between the sheets. God, flannel, of all things. What we don't
do to keep the relatives happy. And then, she slept.

	And awoke the next day with the sun well up and a knock on the
door asking if she was awake. They cleaned up in the bathroom one at a
time, and Heather could see them dressing through the open doorway.
Nothing remarkable, just white panties and cotton bras, with loose
sweaters and skirts of neutral colors.

	Until Chloe, who looked over at Heather to make sure she was
watching, then slowly removed her nightgown and let Heather see her
full figure. High breasted, with large brown nipples, a very narrow
waist, and then full hips, with long legs capped with a very prominent
mons with neatly trimmed bush. Still facing Heather, who couldn't take
her eyes off her, she pulled on a pair of bright blue satin low cut
panties that eased into the joints of her thighs and framed her pussy
like a mould, her slit clearly outlined by the fabric. She took more
time than necessary to adjust the top, pulling the elastic away from
her hard, flat stomach and running a finger along the skin several
times very slowly.

	The bra was a matching fabric and she took even longer easing
her firm breasts into the cups and adjusting the fit, her fingers
lingering on her nipples and teasing them to hardness. When she was
done, she reached around back and snapped the clasp, her now tight
nipples thrusting out at Heather, the fabric becoming almost a second
skin. A deep cleavage resulted, inviting eyes, fingers, and tongues to
enjoy.

	Chloe again locked eyes with Heather and Heather felt her
knees getting weak. Damn, this girl was trying to seduce her, she was
sure. And she was having her doubts about them being simple country
girls. At least Chloe...

	Turning away at last, Chloe too slipped on a shapeless blouse
and skirt, which in seconds hid her voluptous figure from view.

	It was some minutes before Heather's heart slowed down and she
felt able to take them over to breakfast, then through the day's
interviews. Heather decided it certainly wasn't her imagination that
Chloe was interested in her after about the tenth time Chloe found an
opportunity to put her hand on Heather's arm, or in the small of her
back, and left it there for a few seconds each time, applying the
smallest amount of pressure.

	And walking around with her, watching her movements was a
torment of sexual innuendo. It did not matter how much she tried to
ignore it all, but Heather found herself deeply aroused by the end of
the day, and several times tried to figure out how she could follow up
on this, but no opportunity presented itself and each time she chided
herself for even thinking about it. The girl's face, eyes, voice, and
motions were almost hypnotic and erotic in the extreme.

	After dinner, they walked around again and finally, tired,
went back to the apartment and they had an almost exact repeat of the
activities of the night before. And again, Chloe waited till last to
kiss her goodnight. Heather planned to turn and present a cheek, but
Chloe had placed a hand under her jaw as she leaned down and tilted
Heather's head up to her and she again kissed her very fully on the
mouth, her lips very moist. And, just before they broke, Heather felt
an electric thrill go through her as she felt Chloe's tongue trace the
outline of her lips briefly, but distinctly.

	Heather reached out and held the girl's hands, and stood up
and looked down into her eyes. "I know what you want. You have to
understand that we just can't." Even as she was saying it, every nerve
in her pussy was screaming fuck her, fuck her. "It wouldn't be right.
Your friends and parents would never understand and you would go home
with your life a big mess." Heather paused. "You are the one of the
sexiest people I've ever met and I would have you in my bed in a
second if things were different. But they are what they are. Please
understand and don't make things hard for either of us."

	Chloe just looked into her gaze. "Do you have a lover?"

	"Chloe, we can't... "

	"Do you?" It was soft, almost a whisper.

	"Yes, I do. She's wonderful for me. You have to find someone
at home. It can't be me, now, here. It will just be a problem for both
of us."

	"It's too hard at home. Nobody's like me at home. They all are
after boys." It was a sad, disappointed voice. Forlorn.

	Heather lifted her chin up and told her, "You are wrong.
There are others, all around you. You let me know what you wanted and
I got the message. And if they don't get the message, you try with
others you are attracted to. Just remember, you are not alone. You
just are growing up right now in a way that makes it harder. Not
impossible."

	"You really think that?"

	"Yes, absolutely. You feelings are completely valid. Trust
them. And be patient. You will find the right person someday."

	Finally, Chloe left the room and Heather realized she was wet
between the legs from being so near this girl. God, she WAS sexy. This
was going to be a long night for them both. Traci, where are you when
I need you? She was very tempted to just get off a quick one right
then, but pulled her hand back as it reached the top of her slacks.
No. It would shock these kids if they caught her. Frustrated, she
forced herself to sit at her desk.

Article 114062 of alt.sex.stories:
From: an257736@anon.penet.fi (Ramapo)
Date: Thu, 14 Dec 1995 05:47:06 UTC
Subject: Heather Pt. 21B A-B [F/F]

		      The Adventures of Heather
				  by
				Ramapo
			       Part 21B

	It was even harder to study this evening, but she pushed and
even started writing a paper. Midnight was showing on the clock when
she brushed her teeth and hair, put on the ridiculous PJ's, and lay
down. She was laying there with her eyes just closed, when she heard
the door handle turn and she looked up to find Tami entering the
bedroom.

	"Tami, you can turn on the light so you can find your way to
the bathroom if you want." Heather spoke softly just in case the
others were already asleep.

	Tami just came over and stood next to the bed for several
minutes. Heather just watched her, wondering what was going on.
Finally, Tami said, "I feel hot and need to take some clothes off."
And she peeled off the flannel nightgown from the bottom. She had a
very well developed woman's body, with light brown pubic hair, flowing
hips and small breasts tipped with very dark brown, small nipples.

	Heather was amazed and before she could object, she felt the
bed shake and suddenly Chloe's voice was in her ear. "She's asleep.
Just go along. She's never taken off her clothes before. That's really
a new one." Heather was already starting to feel even more aroused
from the sight of the young girl in front of her and Chloe's sexy
voice in her ear, so close. She could feel the heat from the girl's
bodies wash over her own and her excitement grew more. Oh, God, she
thought, this is not happening. That familiar and oh so pleasurable
feeling of lust began to pull at her pussy and nipples.

	Tami spoke again, gently, almost a whisper. "My breasts itch
and I need someone to rub them."

	Heather whispered, "Who is she talking to? Are we supposed to
start fondling her chest? This is ridiculous... " Even as she said it,
mostly for show, she wanted to reach out and do it.

	Tami spoke again, with louder, with anger in her voice,
getting upset, "Someone needs to rub my chest, now!"

	Heather eagerly reached up and began to rub the young breasts
firmly. The nipples went hard immediately under her palms and her own
heart began to beat faster. She spotted Gina in the doorway out of the
corner of her eye, watching with her mouth open.

	"Gina. Gina! Get in here and be quiet. She's asleep and
doesn't know what she's doing. Stop looking so shocked and be quiet."
Tami was running the show now. And Heather listened to her. After all,
she was supposed to be the expert on what to do when Tami was like
this. How far would this go?

	Heather kept rubbing and Tami was getting a very dream-like
look on her face. "That's very nice. I'm getting horny from that and I
like it. Oh, my puss is wet! You can't stop me from saying my puss is
wet. My puss is wet." Almost a sing-song.

	After repeating the little sing-song litany for a while, Tami
broke in with, "I want to see everybody naked like me. I want everyone
to get horny like me. I want everyone's puss to be wet, like me."

	Immediately Gina began to complain loudly. "I'm not doing
this. It's disgusting! She... " Chloe smacked her and whispered
harshly, "Will you shut up and get that gown off. She doesn't know
what she is doing. Nobody here cares if your pussy gets wet. Get the
damn thing off. Now." Heather was amazed at the confident strength in
the girl's voice.

	Gina appeared shocked at the slap and the language she was
hearing. "I'm gonna tell your mom... " But even as she complained, she
was reaching down for the hem of her nightgown.

	"Nothing. We'll all get beat if you tell, you know that.
We've all been swimming naked before. Just strip."

	Hesitantly, Gina pulled her gown off and stood shaking,
covering her nice pert breasts with one arm and holding a hand over
her light brown mons with the other.

	"Jesus, like I haven't seen you before. Heather, we need to
get your stuff off. Here lift your hips and I'll slide down the pants.
And the top, oh, buttons in the front." She leaned forward and reached
from behind and Heather felt the girl's very firm, full breasts press
into her back. Their heat was evident instantly even through the
flannel. Chloe must already have stripped off. Heather realized she
was breathing hard and the touch of Chloe was driving her crazy. And
that voice, in her ear, almost hypnotic...

	Chloe was working the buttons very slowly, rubbing her wrists
and inner arms over as much of Heather's tits as possible while she
worked. Finally, she pulled the flannel off Heather one arm at a time,
while Heather continued to rub Tami's chest with hardly a break in
contact. Now they were all naked.

	And Heather gasped when Chloe moved back against her back and
pressed herself against her and began to pinch and pull on Heather's
nipples.

	"Chloe, she didn't say... "

	It was a whisper that Gina couldn't hear. "I know. But Gina
didn't hear her and I know you like it. It's our chance to be
together." Her hands had Heather's chest turning to molten lava under
the skin and her cunt had long since gone fully wet. Heather didn't
even try to protest further.

	The absurd situation continued for almost another minute.
Heather was in a growing state of need to be fucked. By anyone.

	Tami began to speak. "My puss is very wet and I need to have
it finger fucked. Gina, rub my chest while Heather puts a finger in
me."

	Gina looked stunned by this command. She was already
completely amazed at all the other activity and now responded almost
as a robot would and before she could believe it, she had moved over,
eased Heather's hands out of the way and began to fondle her friend's
breasts. And found she liked the way they felt in her hands. They were
hot and she could feel Tami shiver when she pinched the nipples as she
had seen Heather doing. She pinched a bit harder and Tami began to
breath very hard and give out little whimpers. She eased up some,
afraid she'd wake the girl.

	Relieved of tit rubbing duty, Heather reached down and put a
finger slowly into Tami's cunt and found it completely soaked and cum
started running down the back of her hand almost immediately, dripping
onto the carpet. She needed a finger in her own cunt so badly.

	"We have to get her on the bed. She's dripping and will ruin
the carpets. Tami, why don't you lay on the bed, dear. You are so sexy
with your puss wet and your chest being rubbed. Don't you want to lay
down?"

	She took a bit to answer, and spoke as from a distance. "Yes,
the bed sounds nice. We should all be on the bed, and each have a
finger in our puss. That would be nice."

	Heather continued to insert her single digit and Tami moved
past her and lay down, legs spread. Gina had to move over to the other
side of the bed and reach down past Tami's head to grip her breasts
and continue her activity. Tami just reached up and put a hand between
Gina's legs and Gina gave a yelp as a finger slid up inside her. Now
highly aroused, Gina found she wanted to protest but it died in her
throat, the yelp giving way to a low groan. Whatever inhibitions she
had had were falling away.

	Chloe moved next to Heather on the bed and swung her feet so
she was laying just opposite to Heather, with her head at Heather's
feet. Without any delay, she reached into Heather's crotch and began
to finger Heather's now swimming pussy.

	Tami said again. "We should all have a finger in our wet puss
now. There, isn't that nice."

	Heather was breathing hard. She could feel the tightening in
her thighs already as the pressure in her lower groin grew from
arousal. Chloe might be from the back woods, but she knew where to
touch her. "Chloe, we can't keep this up. We should wake her. This is
going too far."

	"No, we can't. It's not so bad, is it. I mean, we'll never
tell and we can't risk her freaking out if she woke up and saw all
this. It would be too great a shock." Her voice was thick with lust.
She took Heather's hand a guided a finger into her thick black mat of
hair and into her own pussy as far as it would go and gave a loud
groan of pleasure in response.

	Heather gave up trying to make any pretense of being in some
sort of control or stopping this and gave her body to Chloe's busy
fingers. In return, she inserted a second, then a third into Chloe and
the girl began to hump and cry out from the now intense sensations.

	Gina was beginning to babble sweet nothings as she approached
an orgasm in a rush that had her young body stiffening to meet the
explosion, which took her several seconds later. Her beasts shook and
bounced and her hips bucked again and again and now Tami had four
fingers buried in her virgin pussy and she came again rapidly behind
the first.

	Heather was frustrated because Chloe had stopped fingering her
when she orgasmed and now lay breathing hard next to Heather.

	Tami was also very hot by now and Heather broke through her
own heavy layer of excitement and concentrated on Tami's pussy, and,
with expert fingers, found the girl's clit and stroked it with a
fingernail. Tami jerked and gasped as she came hard.

	And then the bed was still for a few minutes as they all lay
there coming down from their arousal. Heather was sure this would be
the end of this weird session, but Tami surprised her.

	Without a word being spoken, Tami sat up and straddled
Heather's chest with a knee on either side of Heather's head,
presenting her pussy to Heather's mouth. "Eat me, dear cousin, eat the
cum right out of me. And Chloe should eat you as your reward. Dear
Gina can watch us and finger herself."

	Heather began to lap at the wet, swollen pussy, pulling the
lips into her mouth and running her tongue under each fold from top to
bottom, sucking and pulling. Then, she inserted her tongue into the
flowing hole and a flood of cum poured out into her waiting mouth as
she swallowed as much as possible. Her cousin tasted wonderful, and
she tongued her with wild abandon and Tami immediately began to grind
down onto her mouth as hard as possible.

	Chloe wasted no time pulling Heather's legs over her shoulders
and resting Heather's heels in the small of her back as she lowered
her head and began to lick and suck on Heather. The engorged, extra
long clit she found there was fascinating to her, having never heard
of or seen a woman this big, and she thrilled to the spasms and
thrusts from Heather's hips each time she licked or tickled the long
bud with her tongue or lips. Having never tasted another woman before,
she was amazed at how much she liked the flavor and how it saturated
her palette and made her want more. Her tongue went in deeper and
deeper and Heather's pussy rewarded her with a flood of cum.

	Heather was almost crazy with lust at this point as Chloe's
eager feasting at her pussy sent chills up and down her spine and her
body jerked up and down involuntarily as her lower parts went into
overdrive. Tami started to groan very loudly and came, her pussy
gripping Heather's tongue tightly again and again, and she released a
large flow of cum into Heather's mouth. Heather continue to eat her,
almost unaware of Tami's condition as she herself went over the edge
and a flame of heat filled her pussy and she came into Chloe's mouth.
Long moments later, Chloe raised her head and slid up Heather's body
and began to suck on her tender nipples, now very, very erect and
tight from her post orgasm reaction.

	Heather gasped but Tami still pressed down on her mouth, and
she continued to suck her off until Tami came again, this time with a
loud shout that startled them all. Tami finally climbed off Heather
and stood by the bed with a glazed look on her face, which was flushed
red from her orgasm, still breathing hard. Her thighs were glistening
wet from the cum still running out of her pussy.

	Chloe continued to lick Heather's beautiful mounds, ending
each lick at the top of the nipple, then going down the other side and
around underneath. Heather was responding, but also was aware they
needed to be quiet of the landlady would be pounding on the door
asking what was going on in there. She rolled Chloe over on her back
and sucked on Chloe, licking her way down to Chloe's cum slick cunt,
then plunged right in and began to bring her off. Finding the bud of
her clit, she rubbed it hard with her tongue and Chloe grunted,
groaned, gasped, gave a great shiver and her back bent in a bow. In
seconds, she came very hard, blacking out at it's peak.

	As Heather lifted her head, Gina was standing, finger in her
own pussy, staring, eyes wide. "Gina, would you like me to do you
too?" Heather said softly.

	Gina stared at her, and slowly nodded her head yes. Heather
left the bed and knelt before her and pulled the girl's pussy to her
face with her hands around the firm globes of the girl's ass and began
to lick her gently. Gina's knees began to wobble and she came almost
immediately. Heather held her tight and continued to probe with her
tongue and Gina came again with a deep groan, placing both her hands
behind Heather's head and pulling her tight to her cunt.

	Just as Heather was regaining her feet, Tami walked out of the
room and went back to her bed and lay down. Heather realized that she
was going back to sleep and quickly, the three girls grabbed her night
gown and got it on her as she lay there, then covered her up.

	They then put back on their own night clothes, and stood,
exhausted, embarrassed, excited, confused.

	"Look, we all know Tami will not remember this ever happened.
We just did what the Dr. ordered us to do, even if it was a bit, let's
just say, extreme?" Heather was trying to ease out of this unplanned
orgy. "Can we all just agree that we had to do what we had to do and
try to forget it too?"

	Chloe chimed in, "I think that is the best thing to do.
Nobody got hurt, and we can't tell anybody anyway. Let's just go to
bed and get some sleep and forget it, OK Gina?"

	Gina took a deep breath. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but
that was the most beautiful thing that ever happened to me. I'm not
going to talk about it, but I'll never forget it either." And she
turned to go to bed.

	Chloe hung back and looked at Heather. She whispered, "I won't
forget it either." And gave Heather a kiss and she too went to bed.

	Heather lay in bed a long time wondering how the hell this had
all happened so fast, and so unexpectedly. No easy answers came to
mind, and the next thing she knew, there was a knock on the door and
she got up to get ready for church. At church, she kept being amazed
at how lovely and innocent these three girls looked in their gloves
and very conservative dresses. Just amazing.

	Later at the train station platform, just as they were
boarding the train, Chloe boarded last and handed Heather an envelope
and said, "Please don't be mad at us." And the train began to move.
Back in her car, she looked at the envelop and it was addressed to
her, but had been opened.

	"Dear Heather,

	Thank you for taking these kids on such short notice.

	Given the scandal they have caused with the assistant

	phys-ed teacher last week on a class trip, we had to get

	them out of town somehow and making this a college

	hunting trip was as good a cover as any.

	They are not the sweet innocent kids they will lead you

	to believe. Keep and eye on them every second and don't

	believe a word they tell you. My daughter is the ring

	leader, so she'll try to pull something. With the

	phys-ed teacher, it was some cock and bull about a sleep

	disorder and how Tami couldn't be awakened, not matter

	what she told everyone to do in her sleep. They had the

	poor woman (well, I think she's bi- at least and

	probably enjoyed the hell out of it) tied to the posts

	of the bed spread eagled and were having oral sex with

	her when the principal walked in and found this mess.

	Now, what SHE was doing in the woman's bedroom at 3:30AM

	hasn't been explained as yet, but we can probably guess.

	Trouble with that is, the principal is married and we

	have that scandal to work out as well.

	Remember, trust them not one inch. Hopefully by the

	time they get back, the town will have settled down.

	These damn small towns are a bitch when you have

	something like this happen. Good luck. You'll need

	it.

	Signed, You Loving Aunt Linda (Greer)"

	Another small slip of paper fell out of the first. Heather
read:

	"Heather, I know what we did was wrong, but we were just

	having fun. You were so nice to us. I want you to know

	it was VERY special for me, even if we lied and played

	such a stupid game. It was Tami's idea to substitute

	letters. I thought it would be a kick, too. Gina went

	along, but after the phys-ed teacher deal, was pretty

	scared to do it again. Please don't hate me. I really

	do like girls better than guys and am very frustrated

	and confused right now about it all. You helped me a

	lot."

	Chloe (here's my address and phone if you want to yell at

	me!)

	Heather sat in the car and laughed till she cried. What a
prank! Her pussy was still damp from all the action the night before.

	Back in her room, she continued to think about the girls and
then made a decision. Pulling out some writing paper, she wrote:

	"Dear Aunt Linda,

	The girls just left and I want to report they were on

	their very best behavior the entire time and the

	weekend went very smoothly as far as the type of thing

	you warned me about. However, I must tell you that I

	failed to get them set up for all the proper interviews

	and, if at all possible, they will have return soon to

	complete them.

	I realize this might be a big inconvenience for you all

	and I'm really sorry. I would love to have them visit

	me again and this time we'll get them to see everybody.

	I hope things on your end are a bit quieter now, if you

	know what I mean. Please let me know when the girls can

	come back to take care of this unfinished business.

	Sincerely, Heather"

	Pulling out another piece of paper, she wrote:

	"Dearest Chloe,

	The memory of your hands, fingers and tongue on my body

	has me still tingling with anticipation for a repeat.

	Of course I don't hate you. I laughed so hard I almost

	split my side. I have written to Mrs. Greer asking

	that you all return for more interviews to make up those

	missed because of the short notice of the first trip.

	I think it is time that Tami got a taste of her own

	medicine, don't you? Now, you must let Gina know what

	to do and say and I know I can rely on you to arrange

	that for me, as I don't have her address. Now, here is

	the plan... "

	And as she wrote, her left hand found her right nipple and
began to stroke it. She was grinning from ear to ear. And her pussy
was wet. A taste of her own medicine. Yes, she certainly would get a
lot to taste.

Article 114594 of alt.sex.stories:
From: an257736@anon.penet.fi (Ramapo)
Date: Sat, 16 Dec 1995 01:57:04 UTC
Subject: Heather Pt. 22A A-B [F/F]

		       The Adventures of Heather
			 	  by
			 	Ramapo
			       Part 22A

	Heather sat at the breakfast table in the open space dining
area of the San Francisco hotel and picked at her breakfast. The last
minute trip out here from school with Traci to the art conference was
tiring and they had gotten in late last night. With only a three day
stay, they had full schedules and Traci wanted Heather to be sure to
take in as much as possible to begin learning the business side of
art. Traci was sure Heather had the talent to be a very successful
artist, but she needed to understand the business as well, so, when
the college agreed to fund her trip, she included Heather as a
participant. Undoubtedly the President of the school and department
head had thought she would bring another faculty member, but it was
her choice.

	"Hey, a bit down today?" Traci inquired as she scanned her
daily schedule again.

	"Just tired from the flight and lack of sleep, I guess. And
you didn't help with that surprise licking you gave me just as I was
drifting off. You know I can't push you away when you do that."
Heather was smiling at the thought of Traci's warm tongue licking the
inside of her thighs until she had begged Traci to finish her off with
her tongue. The woman had the tongue of a serpent and proved it every
time they kissed or she went down on Heather.

	"I distinctly didn't hear any complaining last night, you
little sex fiend. And you gave me back as good as you got, if I
remember the events clearly." Traci arched one eyebrow in mock
surprise and then they both laughed. When they were together, it
didn't take long for the sexual sparks to fly between them and their
mutual arousal move them to steal away and get each other off.

	"No, not a complaint. Just the facts. Not enough sleep. And,
knowing us, we're not going to get any the rest of the weekend,
either. And you assigned us a test on Tuesday! How am I supposed to
study for that when I keep finding stray fingers in my pussy, or up my
ass and your hot mouth on my nipples? You know that drives me crazy."

	"And it improves your concentration. I remember you told me
that you get A's on every test you study for if you have sex when in
the middle of preparing. I can't cheat for you, and I can't treat your
work any different than any other student, so, I take the only course
open to me and fuck your brains out at every opportunity." Heather was
laughing now and noticed the woman at the next table was clearly
trying to listen to their conversation. Their voices had been low,
but they must have been loud enough to gain their neighbour's
attention. She wondered for a moment if the woman was interested or
shocked.

	She discretely signalled Traci and they went over their
schedules, which, as luck would have it, were different and they
wouldn't see each other till dinner. Finally gulping one last swallow
of coffee, they squeezed each others' hands under the table and said
'bye and headed off.

	Heather settled into the large lecture hall amid the hundreds
of other conference participants and waited. Just before the lights
went down, a very striking, tall, trim, ash blonde with an alabaster
white complexion and bright red lips and long red fingernails, came
down the isle and took a seat one row in front of Heather, catching
Heather's eye. She smiled at her briefly as she found a seat and sat,
stretching her long legs out, then casually crossing them. Even from
five seats away, the sound of her nylons rustling as her thighs slid
across each other sounded an alarm in Heather's pussy and she went
suddenly wet. Jesus, she thought, Traci just screwed my brains out
not three hours ago and here I'm horny already.

	It took all of Heather's concentration to stop looking over at
this striking woman and focus on the lecture just beginning. And to
make matters worse, the air conditioning was wafting the aroma of the
woman's lightly scented perfume over to Heather and for some reason,
it started to drive her wild. More and more, she just kept looking
over at her and realized after a bit that the blonde hair was
completely natural. Shoulder length, it was baby fine and very thick,
rare for a blonde.

	Heather found herself daydreaming about running that hair
through her fingers and having it fall in her face. "I wonder if her
pussy hair is blond as well?" She was thinking at one point. "Get a
grip. You are here with Traci and you can't be coming on to other
women." She ordered herself. And finally, got back to the lecture.

	At the break, she followed the woman over to the coffee table
and stood nearby, studying the woman discretely and finally realizing
she wanted to meet this woman who was attracting her so badly. And
found herself approaching her. "OK, what the hell are you going to
say?" She was trembling with nerves as she approached.

	"Hello, I'm Heather."

	"Inga." There was a light Scandinavian accent. They shook
hands politely. Heather felt the long nails on her wrist and electric
sparks shot up her arm. The woman held her hand just a moment longer
than necessary.

	"I... I saw you in the lecture hall and wanted so much to tell
you how beautiful you are. And sexy." Inga smiled back.

	"Thank you. It is hard to be sexy in the morning on the
schedule they give us." She was relaxed and seemed genuinely pleased
at Heather's compliment.

	Inga continued. "I come from Iceland and we had a very long
flight yesterday, so I am not at my best today, too tired."

	"I love your accent. I would have guessed Norway, or Sweden,
and of course, your beautiful hair gives you away."

	"Yes, I am lucky. You are lucky with your hair... " there was
a slight pause... as she boldly surveyed Heather's body, "and
remarkable figure as well."

	Heather actually blushed. Well, contact was made, now what
would happen? Inga made the move immediately, much to Heather's
amazement.

	"Heather, you and I, would be very hot together, do you not
think?" It was almost a whisper.

	Hell yes! "I was hot the first time I saw you an hour ago.
Now, standing here, I'm very horny for you." There. Heather was in a
spin. Now what, just jump each other in the lobby? It was moving so
fast.

	Inga moved closer in the crowd of people, very noisy around
them, and reached out an index finger and slowly brushed a wisp of
Heather's hair back behind her ear, and let the finger nail trail
slowly over her cheek and down to her full lips, lightly running the
nail over each lip several times, and finally slipping the nail and
very tip of her finger into Heather's mouth. By the time the nail
penetrated her red pursed lips, Heather was shaking from the caress
and was clenching her fingers involuntarily into fists to fight the
waves of chills rippling from her face out across her body. She was
tingling from head to foot.

	Inga slowly lowered her finger over Heather's chin and down
the front of her neck and stopped at the top of her cleavage, finally
lowering it to her side. "Yes, we would be very hot. But, we can do
nothing, I'm afraid, my beautiful friend. My lover is also here and I
cannot break free, even for a few minutes. We are together for every
minute except this first lecture, which is now over."

	Heather's disappointment must have shown on her face. "Oh.
Well, of course you are right. I too have a lover here. I don't know
what I was thinking."

	"Well, I must go. I see Helga looking for me." Inga waved and
caught her attention. "Heather, have fun. And think of me. I'll think
of you as well."

	"Yes, I will. You already made me wet."

	"I as well. Farewell."

	Inga walked away toward her female friend, who was making her
way slowly through the heavy crowd now headed back into the lecture
hall. Ten feet away, she stopped and walked back to Heather. "Tell me
your room number. I will leave my room number in your mail box at the
desk if something changes and it is safe to call me. OK?"

	"1189. Yes, maybe things will change."

	"Farewell."

	And she was gone, only the top of her almost white hair
visible in the crush, then it too was gone as she went through the
doors and met Helga, now on the other side.

	Heather was left disappointed, and amazed at how forward she
had been to just walk up and start talking. And the reaction from Inga
was equally amazing. The nerves on her face, lips and neck from the
trace of that nail were still tingling as she made her way to a
different hall and was seated, late.

	The rest of the day was a blur. She found herself daydreaming
about Inga, holding her, licking her, kissing her lips, nipples, Mons.
And being kissed in return. By dinner time, she had to race to her
room and change her underwear, which by now was beyond merely damp and
was practically dripping.

	Traci met her at the dinner table with a big hug and they
chatted all evening about the lectures. Heather felt vaguely disloyal
about approaching Inga and finally, she decided to at least tell Traci
about the meeting. Some of it, anyway.

	"I met a woman from the first group today. Inga. A beautiful
ash blonde from Iceland, as it turns out."

	Traci didn't seem to pick up on anything. "That's nice. Is she
going to be available to sit with you at any of the other sessions?"

	"No. As a matter of fact, she's here with a friend and they
are together, so I'd be butting in on them."

	This time Traci was a bit quicker to pick up on things. "Oh,
a woman?"

	"Yes. Helga, I think Inga said."

	"Were you attracted to Inga?"

	"Well, I thought she was very pretty and told her so."

	"And then what happened?"

	Heather took a deep breath and paused, looking up into Traci's
calm face, "She suggested we would be a hot couple in bed."

	"Not letting any grass grow under her feet, is she? And is she
taking you to bed with her?"

	"No, actually, she's not."

	"But you would have gone if she had asked?"

	"Yes." Well, that tears it, Heather thought. Traci's going to
be pissed now. Why am I so honest with her all the time?

	"And I'm not invited?" There was that eyebrow. She's not that
mad. She'd be frowning if she was mad. Or dead silent.

	"Traci! We're not going to do anything. At least, not unless
her plans get changed, which is highly unlikely. Listen, I feel guilty
enough about even thinking it, much less knowing I want to do it."

	"You are a free spirit my child. You know how I feel about
you. And I know there will be others for you from time to time. I
just cherish the time I have with you now. Maybe that's why the sex is
so intense. Tomorrow, it may be gone forever."

	"I'm not going anywhere, Traci. You know I feel the same way
about you."

	"Yes, you will leave. Not because you are planning to, but
because that is the nature of things. Life moves on. We will move on
beyond this moment. Right now I'm very lucky to have you. No, I'm not
mad about Inga, or the other Inga's that come and go in your life. I'm
jealous of the time they get with you, but at least right now I know
you will be back. So, if Inga's plans change, go to her and enjoy her.
Just don't miss the plane back or go AWOL on me. I'll have enough
explaining to do when I get back as it is."

	"Are you sure about all this? I mean my other lovers? I don't
want to hurt you."

	"Hush. One of these days I'll shock you and show up with an
Inga, or two, on my arm and you will have to share me for a bit.
Then, you'll be begging for my tongue, my dear. Let's find the evening
conferences, they are almost about to start."

	This time, they hugged hard in public and finally broke and
went their separate ways. When Traci came back to the room a bit drunk
much later that evening, Heather was asleep in the bed with a text
book lying open where it fell on her stomach. Traci just moved the
book to the night table, kissed her lightly on the forehead and
quickly undressed and slipped into bed. In seconds she was asleep as
well.

	The next day was much the same as the first, only that
evening, at long last, Heather and Traci found themselves in the room
at only ten PM and they showered, and met in the middle of the bedroom
of their suite in a passionate kiss and then their hands found damp
pussies and within seconds, their arousal soared and they fell into a
series of rapid fire orgasms, thrusting their Mons together as they
came, each in turn driving the other to her next peak. The sex was
hard and physical, with none of their usual preliminary cuddling or
stroking. A dam broke inside each and they drove to fill their needs.

	Finally, they retired to the bed and at a much more leisurely
pace, fucked and sucked each other until exhausted and spent. At 2 AM
they finally slept in each other's arms, legs scissored together,
pussies kissing and the wet from their cum slowly drying on their
bellies and legs. A coolness that only emphasized the heat still
pouring from their bellies and thighs. Contentment was written on
their faces.

	The morning brought a surprise, however. Heather stopped at
the front desk and was excited to spot an envelope in their room's
mail slot. The desk clerk retrieved it and upon opening it, there was
a short note. "Heather, dearest. Unexpectedly, Helga must return to
home a day early and I am alone. If your circumstances permit, can we
meet and explore each other before we depart tomorrow? Leave a note in
mail slot 2387 if free. Yours (hoping) - Inga."

	Heather felt her heart begin to pound and she wrote a note
that said simply. "Inga. Yes. Yes. Yes. My heart will not beat until I
have had you. 9 PM in your suite for dinner, and then, the perfect
dessert. Yours longingly, Heather."

	At breakfast Heather could hardly sit still, knowing what the
evening would bring. Traci picked up on her antsy behaviour at once.

	"So, let's see, Inga must be free and you are going to see her
tonight. Close?" She was smiling.

	"Yes. I can't believe it. We are going to have dinner in her
room. Would you help me pick out what to wear? I don't want to
disappoint her."

	"Heather, you could show up covered with mud from head to toe
and be completely naked and still get her wet and make her cum before
she hit the sheets. Don't you realize what an exciting woman you are
to others? To me?" The last was so soft.

	Heather broke from her focus on Inga. "Traci, it was stupid
for me to ask, after all... "

	"No, as a matter of fact, I bought something for you yesterday
at lunch that will be perfect. But there is a price for all this
consideration, tolerance and help, you realize?"

	Heather looked at her questioningly.

	"Simply, that after you two screw each other's brains out, on
the plane home tomorrow, you must tell me every juicy detail, down to
the last drop of cum spilled and agonized cry of climax. And then,
you and I are going to join the Mile High Club."

	"The what?"

	"The club for people who have sex on an airplane in flight!"

	"We can't do that, I mean, with a whole plane full of people!"

	"In the rest room, silly. Just you and I and our wandering
mouths. Deal?"

	Heather was intrigued. "Deal." Damn, Traci was FULL of
surprises.

	The day dragged as she waited for the time to come and get
ready. Finally, after a swim in the hotel pool to calm her nerves (and
get off twice near the water jet of the pool filter system pump), she
came back up to the hotel room. Traci was waiting for her.

	"Bath and shave." She ordered, and helped Heather out of the
wet one-piece suit, marvelling as she always did at the sight of the
magnificent chest of this woman, as the swaying orbs fell free from
the restraining cups of the sparse suit. As soon as the air hit her
nipples, they hardened from the coolness of the wet water evaporating
and lengthened into the spikes of flesh that made Traci mad for them
in her mouth. But she only rubbed her fingers lightly over them and
pushed Heather to the bathroom. "And shampoo. No chlorine smell or
you don't leave the apartment for your little evening of sin."

	"Got it. Correction. Going to get it!" They both giggled and
the door shut and the sound of running water came from under the door
as the tub filled.

	While Heather bathed, Traci went to her suitcase and pulled
out the items she had in mind for Heather's evening. Actually, she had
wanted to surprise Heather with them one evening at home, but she
wanted her to have them now.

	At long last, the bathroom door opened and Traci went into the
cloud of steam. Picking up an oversized towel, she began towelling
down the long, wet hair and helping her dry her back. Hard as it was,
she restrained herself from touching Heather in an overt sexual way,
concentrating on her hair until it was just damp.

	"OK, let's brush it out and let it dry." Sitting Heather down
at the vanity, she picked up a brush and began to slowly work it
through the tangles and finally, the hair was free and beginning to
dry. As it drying, she gently brushed it over and over and the perm
began to coil the lustrous dark strands into a mass of flowing hair
spilling over her other hand and arm as she guided the brush under the
hair over and over to make sure it was all dry. Satisfied, she lay the
brush down and Heather opened her eyes and turned and pulled Traci to
her, beginning to unbutton Traci's slacks.

	"Hey. Wrong lover tonight!"

	"You know what that does to me. I have to have you."

	"Absolutely not. You are not going to this woman smelling like
my pussy. Hands off!" And she smacked Heather's still working hands
away gently.

	"You're being mean."

	"Maybe. But Inga's not going to know what hit her tonight, if
I know my Heather."

	"Yes. I'm very horny. VERY horny."

	"OK, on your feet. I'm going to dress you now. Over here by
the floor length mirror. OK, now, close your eyes and no peeking until
I tell you. OK?"

	"OK. Can't I peek?"

	"Close them or you get smacked."

	"Oh, I like it rough. Smack me, please smack me!" Even as they
teased each other, her eyes had closed and she stood, hands at her
side, waiting for Traci to begin dressing her.

	First Traci took a new pair of burgundy red hip hugger satin
panties from a bag and proceeded to very slowly run them up and down
Heather's freshly shaved, silky smooth legs, from the tops of her
feet, up the calf, the inside of her thigh, stopping just short of the
triangular nest of heavy dark hair between her legs. This was done in
front, the sides, over her ass, and finally up the tender inside of
her thighs. Heather was immediately reacting to Traci's sure touch and
was panting, her knees getting weak as her concentration was
overwhelmed by the sensation on her skin. Finally, the panties were
pressed down into the crack of her tight ass and pulled back and forth
very slowly. Reaching down between Heather's legs from the front,
Traci gripped the edge of the waist band and pulled the panties
through her crotch gently, causing her slit to open and admit the
shiny material, which glided over the now opening lips and clit with a
slight sigh and whisper of the material.

	Traci held the panties up to Heather's face and gently traced
the material over Heather's lips and held them under her nose.

	"Who is that you remind you of?" Traci whispered in her ear.

	Heather's voice was shaky as she focused on an answer. "My...
my pussy... your hands... Oh, god, Traci, don't do this to me. I'll
never get to Inga this way."

	"Yes you will. I'll make sure of it. But there's no reason you
can't be really ready for her when you get there." Traci was now
kneeling in front of Heather and signalled her to lift a leg, then the
other, and the panties were pulled slowly up and into position, with
Traci doing a continuous bit of adjusting. Finally, Heather's pussy
was covered in satin, but the now puffy lips were very visible. Traci
cupped her hand and slid it between Heather's thighs and held her
solely by the cunt, not moving her hand.

	Heather moaned and her fists clenched, the long nails biting
into the skin.

	Traci finally, after a full minute of this, released her and
reached into the bag for the next item. A new pair of nylons, very
shear, were removed from their wrapper. She guided Heather to the
sofa, eyes still closed and had her sit. Picking up one foot, she
rolled a stocking up and eased Heather's pointed toe in the foot and
then rolled the stocking up her calf, stopping the smooth it out from
the ankle up to remove wrinkles, the fabric gripping Heather's skin in
a tight vice that was sensuous. Traci's hands rolled the stocking up
to just below her pussy and smoothed it several times. She was careful
to approach the now satin covered triangle, but stopped short just
below it.

	The other leg received the same treatment and she lingered
over the smoothing, using every opportunity to stroke Heather's legs
and inner thighs. She watched the visible signs of Heather's soaring
arousal in her face and chest, her nipples were tight and erect, so
erotic in their unusual length, spikes standing in the cool air of the
room, inviting a hot mouth.

	"Stand."

	She helped Heather stand and then took a satin and shear lace
teddy from the bag, the same burgundy as the panties, and guided her
to step into it, one leg at a time. It slid up the nylon encased legs
with a wisp of satin on nylon and then Traci pulled it up until it was
above her hips. Working quickly, she guided it up and placed the shelf
bra portion just under Heather's full mounds, providing a display of
wanton flesh so inviting it took all her will power not to lean down
and suck the turgid nipple into her mouth as she always did in their
love making.

	She smoothed the waist again and then pulled the crotch strap
down, front and rear and snapped it closed, and gently lowered it onto
Heather's fully swollen labia, careful to not let it hurt her in her
aroused condition. The pressure on Heather's clit and pussy made her
gasp and want to touch herself badly, but she again just clenched her
fists and kept her eyes closed. It was so exciting to be dressed this
way by such knowing and expert hands. She badly wanted to look and see
what the outfit looked like, but she obeyed and kept her eyes closed.

	Next came a matching garter belt atop her hips, and then Traci
spent a long time stroking Heather's stomach, butt and legs as she
attached the elastic garter snaps to the stockings. By the time the
last snap was in place, Heather was shaking slightly.

	Traci led her over to the full length mirror. "Open."

	Heather opened her eyes and was dazzled by the erotic figure
she had become, a satin vision of the female body on display, it's
attributes accented in every way by the cut and silky smooth fabrics,
tight here, darting there, holding out her breasts to be admired and
more.

	"Gosh. This is hot. Wow. Oh, thank you Traci. I love it. Is
there more?"

	"Well, now that I see you in the outfit, I'm not sure I'm
going to let you go to Inga, I'm so hot for you myself! Yes, there's
one more item." She went to her bag and pulled out a cellophane
package and tore it open. From it, she took some sort of piece of
jewelry and came back over to Heather. "Honey, this clips gently on
the base of your nipple. Do you want me to do it or do you want to do
it yourself?"

	"From my nipple?" Traci held up the bangle swinging from a
short silver chain, a small C clip between her fingers. "You do it.
Seems you've already got me ready for it!"

	Traci smiled and took the left breast firmly and then ran her
fingers down until she was gripping the nipple between thumb and
finger and pulled the nipple out. In a flash, she slid the clip on the
base of the nipple and lowered the nipple slowly.

	"OK, it's on. How does that feel? Too tight?"

	"No, it doesn't hurt. I can tell it's there though. It
feels... nice."

	"Walk around a bit." She did and the bangle swung to and fro
and occasionally bumped the bottom of her breast just below the
nipple. It felt wonderful as the tugs and tingles arose from her
nipple.

	"That feels really, really nice."

	"You are almost ready, my dear. Now, lets do your hair,
makeup, jewelry, and get you into the blouse and skirt you picked out
and send you on your way. If you stay here much longer, Inga will have
to cry herself to sleep tonight. You'll be mine."

	Heather stepped forward and hugged Traci hard, their ample
bosoms flattening against each other. "You are very special. Thank you
so much."

	And then they finished the rest, and she stood at the door,
erotic in the extreme, the warm lipstick accenting her full lips,
earrings dangling to accent her long neck, which drew your eyes to the
deep channel of her chest, which was now wrapped in a pale yellow
satin blouse that showed every curve of her chest. Her proud nipples
were hard points against the fabric, shouting out their need to be
sucked. A black pleated skirt that ended just above the knee and black
high heels completed the picture.

	Her long dark hair was up in a large pin that implied it would
fly free in all its volume and length if easily released. Now, with
her bag in her hand, her erotic underwear concealed, she was a walking
surprise for Inga when she uncovered it all. She felt like she would
explode from the sexual tension in her body and her skin was like
electric central, with sensory overload approaching from the tight
nylons, garters on her legs, tight strap holding her pussy tightly
closed. The shelf from the teddy pushing her nipples out firmly
against the tight satin of the blouse. Then sensations were in waves.

	"See you later."

	"You look fantastic. Go knock her socks off. And, babe, don't
you dare miss the air plane tomorrow at 10AM. I'll have you all packed
to go and your bags down at the desk. Now, get going, I have a movie I
want to watch." Traci was trying too hard to be casual. This sharing
was going to be very hard. Very hard. She wanted to reach out and tell
her she couldn't go. But, she stayed back a step and said nothing,
biting her tongue to keep silent. Damn, fantastic just wasn't good
enough to describe the woman in front of her. She decided ultimately
fuckable was the right description.

	Heather smiled nervously and slipped out the door. Traci
sighed and reached into her suitcase and picked up some things and
laid them on the bed. Shedding her clothes, she walked into the
bathroom and filled the tub with deep warm water and some bubble bath
and oil. Her erect nipples spoke volumes about how aroused the
dressing of Heather had gotten her. As the top filled, she played in
the hair below her stomach, an area of extreme sensitivity for her.

	Then, she turned on the radio softly and lit a candle on the
edge of the tup. Sliding in, she felt the warmth flood through her and
she relaxed physically a bit, but the hard edge of her horniness
wasn't blunted. After a moment of savouring the heat of the tub, her
hands sliding over her stomach, chest and pussy, she reached over and
picked up the enormous dildo Heather had given her so many months ago
after that afternoon in Heather's dorm room, and now the tool
disappeared out of sight under the foam and the water. As the head
began to press into her, she groaned and lifted her feet to each edge
of the tub and relaxed, pressing harder. As the first inches pressed
firmly into her, filling her so full, she thought, "I needed you so
much tonight." And groaned loudly as the urgent pulse of lust seized
her and she gave herself to it completely. Already, her feet had left
the side of the tub and were standing straight up in the air as the
tool worked in and out of her. Her body was rapidly on its way to the
first of many, many orgasms. When the fire came, it took her by storm
and for the moment, Heather and Inga were driven out of her mind,
replaced by the fire in her loins and belly. In her mind, the stars
came out.

Article 114668 of alt.sex.stories:
From: an257736@anon.penet.fi (Ramapo)
Date: Sat, 16 Dec 1995 10:29:04 UTC
Subject: Heather Pt. 22B A-B [F/F]

		      The Adventures of Heather
				  by
				Ramapo
			       Part 22B

	Heather stood in front of the door to Inga's room. She was ten
minutes late as she knocked softly. In the few moments it took Inga to
answer, Heather realized that she was about to seduce or be seduced by
a woman to whom she had only spoken to for ten minutes. She didn't
know her at all. In spite of this, the sexual need inside her was even
stronger now and she was actually holding her breath when the door
opened and Inga was there. Inga's bright blue eyes locked with her's
immediately and Heather just stood in the door, unable to move, unable
to breathe. Inga had a nervous smile on her face, but her eyes
swallowed Heather whole and Heather knew it somehow didn't matter how
long they had known each other. The chemistry was somehow right. They
WOULD be hot together.

	Inga stepped forward a step and in a repeat of the direct
physical approach she had demonstrated in the lobby two days before,
her hands reached up and the long nails trailed along Heather's face,
ears, lips and nose. Heather was breathing in a tight chested pant
immediately.

	The hands worked down her neck and along the top of her collar
bones, sliding under the satin just so and finding no bra strap, she
worked lower. Heather's eyes closed and she trembled uncontrollably.
The fingers quickly undid the top two buttons on the straining blouse
and then the long rapiers trailed out across the top of her breasts
and maddeningly slowly, worked down the top of the nipples, then
stopped.

	One finger traced its way back up to Heather's lips and the
nail slid between them, forcing its way between her teeth, the tip of
the finger demanding entrance, and then the rest of the finger slid in
to be sucked. Heather wanted to suck this finger and her mouth
suctioned and her cheeks hollowed and her tongue was wild with
activity. Finally, she opened her eyes and realized that Inga had
her's closed tightly as well. The finger was slowly withdrawn and Inga
opened her eyes.

	"Hello." Inga smiled.

	"Hello."

	"Please come into the room. We have others watching." Inga
giggled a bit and put her hand to her mouth, embarrassed, her face
flushing bright red.

	Heather then realized that two other woman several doors down
were standing watching them, mouths actually hanging open. But their
faces were flushed and when Heather finally turned and spotted them,
they quickly let themselves into their room and the hall was empty.

	Once in the room Heather turned and for the first time, both
women actually surveyed the other. And Inga was breathtaking. Just
out of the shower, her hair was piled on top of her head and still
wrapped in a towel. Her very white, almost translucent skin was
startling against the colour of a hot pink cropped tee that was
failing to completely cover the bottom of her breasts, their gentle
sag rounding below the fabric. A bare midriff ended in a pair of hot
pink satin tap pants and her long legs emerged from the pants in
straight lines down to pink patten leather four inch open toed high
heels. The sight of these shoes sent a sudden thrill through Heather
and, strangely, she became as excited as she had ever been before. She
was almost dizzy as her gaze finally came back to meet Inga's.

	Now it was Heather's turn to approach Inga. She ran her hands
down her arms, then very slowly back up and down Inga's scantly clad
front, lingering only briefly on her breasts as she traced the woman's
form under the tee. Each curve was perfect, framed by the fabric and
nature's gift to her at birth. As her fingers crossed Inga's stomach,
Inga's eyes fluttered closed and Heather knew she was sensitive there.
Down, down, under the satin of the tap pants, no panties were
encountered. Just at her Mons, she traced a circle and moved back up.
Inga's nostrils were flared and her breathing was ragged as the
nipples were again rubbed and pressed, and then Heather reached down
and took Inga's hands into her own.

	Eventually, Inga opened her eyes and they kissed, gently, then
more urgently. For a brief moment, their tongues caressed each other
and they pulled back, gasping. Whatever it was between them was very
powerful. Electric sparks were almost visible between their bodies
from the attraction and excitement.

	"Heather, we... we must eat first. I have had little to eat
all day and I will faint if I do not have a bite. It is already here."
Inga pleaded with Heather.

	Heather wanted her now, but knew it would be better if Inga
was comfortable and had more energy, so they walked hand in hand to
the table and ate a delicious meal, if in near record time. Neither
wanted to wait a moment longer than necessary. They both knew what
dessert would be. They had already tasted it.

	"Heather, please, before we begin, you must know," Inga said
as they walked into the bedroom, "Helga and I have been lovers a long
time, and I have never been with another woman before tonight. I do
not want her to know. I tell you this because you must not leave any
marks, marks on me. Please. My skin is very fragile and I bruise
easily. And no scratching."

	Heather held up her long nails and waved them in front of
Inga's face. "Then, you must be a good girl and leave me completely
exhausted by morning, else I will have no recourse other than to... "
and she held her fingers over Inga's face and made a mock motion as
though scratching her.

	Inga grinned, "That will not be a problem, my delicious
Heather. I may never let you leave."

	In a motion, Heather lifted the tee over Inga's head and began
to plant little kisses up and down Inga's neck, finally, leading down
to her breast, sucking in the tender nipple and licking it slowly
against the roof of her mouth. Inga gasped and her fingers worked on
Heather's blouse buttons, finally pulling it free from the skirt and
sliding it down over her shoulders. Heather straightened one arm at a
time and it fell to the floor.

	Inga's hot hand closed over one of Heather's now presented
breasts and her nails again stroked it from underneath and then
grabbed the nipple. The large size and fullness of the boob excited
her and her other hand found the left breast and repeated the motions.
Heather felt her chest go tight and the nipples went hard from the
sensations.

	As always, her pussy was dripping wet in seconds from the
sparks shooting down her belly on the way to her cunt. Inga's nipple
was a hard little marble in her mouth at this point and Heather
changed breasts.

	Inga was still trying to remove Heather's skirt and fondle her
breasts at the same time, but finally had to stop and push the skirt
down with both hands and it dropped to Heather's feet, to be kicked
aside.

	Pushing Heather backwards onto the bed, Inga stepped out of
the tap pants and climbed on top of Heather, grinding her pussy down
against the satin clad mound beneath her. Heather was moaning and
grabbing Inga's ass in her hands, the bright red nails vividly
contrasting with the white skin, pulling her down harder. She needed
to orgasm so badly, she was lifting Inga right up in the air as she
thrust up, harder and harder.

	But the teddy was adding too many layers, so Inga rolled off
and started sucking on Heather's breast and nipple while her fingers
round the snaps between Heather's now well separated thighs and popped
them with a hard yank. Finding the panties beneath, she realized they
wouldn't be able to get them off without removing the garter belt
first, so she just eased them to one side and plunged two fingers into
Heather's waiting hole as far as they would go.

	Heather simply exploded into the long anticipated orgasm, a
tidal wave of heat flooded her thighs and belly, spreading up through
her chest and into her brain, and she floated away on the wave of
electric heat. Her skin was on fire and for long moments, she was
completely suspended in time.

	Inga's fingers continued to work and Heather began to come
down, only to find that Inga was running a nail up and down her long
clit and she simply exploded again, this time with a wild yell and her
whole body going rigid. Inga held her tight and stroked her face, the
smell of her own pussy flowing into her nostrils as she groaned and
finally opened her eyes.

	Looking into the deep blue pools of Inga's eyes, her hands
found her breasts and she took each one in a hand and began to roll
the nipple back and forth. Inga's eyes fluttered and she began to
whisper sweet nothings in Icelandic to Heather. Heather began to kiss
and lick the orbs, and was fascinated to see the intricate latticework
of pale blue veins under the skin of the breasts. The skin, now
glistening with Heather's saliva, seemed almost transparent.

	She traced lower with her tongue, and now she entered the zone
on Inga's belly that was so sensitive. Inga moaned very loudly and was
shivering as Heather's tongue went over and over the area just above
her Mons. Her pussy was completely dripping now, and Heather moved her
tongue lower and now was wetting the thin white hair guarding the gate
to Inga's womanhood, and finally, she slid her tongue gently inside
her slit, the puffy lips bright red from excitement. As the lips
parted, a wet stream of lubrication flowed out onto her tongue, and
she lapped it up, pushing the lips up and away, taking each one in her
lips and sucking on it gently. And then, she plunged her tongue into
Inga's pussy and Inga gave a wild shriek and began to buck against
Heather's mouth. Heather was now laying between Inga's long legs and
Inga wrapped her legs around Heather's sides, with the tips of the
pink heels now prodding Heather's butt.

	The feeling of the shoes on her ass excited her almost to the
point of being dizzy, but she continued to fuck Inga's pussy hard with
her tongue. And Inga began to go stiff under her hands, indicating she
was moving toward her orgasm, so she shifted her tongue to Inga's
clit, and, using the tip only, began to flick the tip across the clit,
very rapidly. Inga, already rigidly gripping the bedding in her fists,
went wild, her arms slamming down on the bed, and her pussy thrusting
and jerking around. Her heels dug cruelly into Heather's ass, but she
felt the pain as stimulation, and the downward thrust drove her own
pussy into the bed.

	The feeling of her long clit rubbing against the satin panties
as she thrust against the bed sent her into her to own orgasm, and she
groaned into Inga's pussy, her tongue pressing down very hard on
Inga's clit, which, already inflamed to the point of unbearable
sensitivity from Heather's expert licking, sent a spear of
pain/pleasure straight to her brain and she began to yell out in her
native tongue, shrieking and babbling in a rapid series of yells as a
rippling series of multiple orgasms sent her higher and higher,
finally crashing down on her in one last spasm that shook the bed
violently.

	They lay like that for a while, spent and satiated from that
initial need to fuck and be fucked. Heather finally rolled to one side
and Inga started laughing.

	"What's the matter?" Heather inquired.

	"I never even took the towel off my head!" Inga replied.

	"Well, I see I'm half dressed myself. Here let me get out of
the rest of this."

	"No," Inga interrupted her, "please leave on the garter belt
and stockings. Your legs look beautiful in the slick nylon, and I want
to rub you while I fuck you again. Here, I'll help you."

	Inga reached down and unsnapped the belt from the nylons and
then she pulled down Heather's panties, by now darkly stained with her
secretions and Inga's saliva. Then, she carefully reattached the
nylons to the garters and began to trace steady strokes up the back of
Heather's calves and thighs, up, up to her buttocks, running a long
fingernail down her crack and letting it linger for a moment over
Heather's asshole.

	Heather jerked a bit as the nail tickled her ass, and Inga
whispered to her, "I want to lick your ass."

	Heather responded with a moan, and immediately, Inga was
tracing long lines of saliva up her buttocks, each stroke bringing her
closer to the pink hole, and then, starting in Heather's wet pussy,
she licked steadily up and the tip of her tongue found the pink door
and pressed in on it. Heather gasped and jerked a bit as Inga pressed
harder and the tip of her tongue entered her ass, a hot poker opening
her up.

	"Oh, god, Inga. God, that's so good. Hmmmm. Yes. Oh. Yes.
Hot. It's so hot. Hot! God. Deeper. Oh, my god. Fuck me, fuck me
please fuck me hard, now!" Heather's body responded to the probing
with an almost instant rise in her sexual tension across her belly and
a tightness that told her she would come any second. Inga wasted no
time and rolled over on her back and pulled Heather's pussy down onto
her face. Pulling the erect clit into her mouth between her lips, she
sucked once. Twice. Heather's hands came up and cupped her breasts,
holding their delicious weight in her palms as her fingers gripped the
nipples savagely. The electric reaction of her nerves pushed her into
orgasm. And then, another. Unable to catch her breath, Inga continued
to suck her clit very hard and she was just starting to black out as
another orgasm hit her already rigid frame. With a deep groan, she
rolled to one side and collapsed, unconscious.

	When she came to, Inga was sitting on the side of the bed and
was rubbing her breasts and nipples, with her other hand in between
her legs and three fingers buried in her pussy, pumping in and out
quickly. She was muttering something, groaning and giving out sighs
and cries at a growing rate. Heather climbed behind her and pushed her
breasts against Inga's back, their firm form flattening against Inga,
their heat almost searing to Inga in her need, and she orgasmed at
that moment, with a shudder and groan, then she slowly rolled on her
side, still shaking.

	They lay like that for a long time. Incredibly, Heather
realized that she still wanted Inga. They were both covered in sweat,
and should have been exhausted, but the activities to date only seemed
to add fuel to her sexual need, not dampen it.

	They rolled and faced each other. Heather guided Inga's hand
to her beast and Inga's eyes widened.

	"You are already hot?"

	"Yes, yes. Inga, this is incredible! I'm so hot for you again
I can't stand it. Please, fuck me. Take me any way you want. Just do
me until I can't do it any more."

	"I think we need to try something special, OK?"

	"What?"

	"Just do as I do. Fill your mouth with spit, and get my pussy
very, very wet. I will do the same with you."

	In moments, they were at each other's already very wet holes
and adding a mouthful of saliva to the existing fluids. Then, Inga
turned ninety degrees to Heather's body and scissored her legs
together with Heather's, bringing their pussies together in a wet
slurping sound.

	"Now, we must push together very hard until it happens."

	"What, what will happen?"

	"You will see, just hump me."

	And they humped and pushed and pushed. The humping drove
Heather almost to orgasm, hanging by a thread from going over the
edge. And then, it did happen. The fluids allowed the puffy tissues of
their pussies to form a seal and when they pulled slightly apart, the
suction deep in their vaginas sent wild signals to their brains of a
kind Heather had never experienced before. And she experienced a
steady series of orgasms she thought would go on forever. And, in the
end, in a sense, they did, as both Heather and Inga ceased to push
almost at the same time, completely and utterly exhausted from the
sensual and physical overloads on their bodies.

	After a bit, smiling slightly at each other, they crawled
together and slept. Just before dawn, Inga awoke and went to the
bathroom, then returned and began to stroke Heather's legs, stomach
and pussy. But Heather, moaning slightly, did not awake, and
eventually, Inga stopped, disappointed. She crawled up behind Heather
and reached around and took Heather's left breast in her hand and felt
the heat and weight of it. With the long nipple sticking out between
two fingers, she too went to sleep.

	It was almost ten when they stretched and awoke. Heather
glanced at the clock and let out a yell.

	"Hell, I'll never make the plane! Where're my clothes? She
slipped on the skirt and blouse, not bothering to snap the teddie on
her panties, and found her shoes. Inga pulled on a robe and handed her
a brush to fix her hair. Heather ignored the brush and just twisted
the hair up on top of her head and pinned it there. As they rushed to
the door, Inga said, "Wait!"

	She raced back to the bedroom and came back and handed Heather
the pink satin heels. Heather felt that same dizzy feeling again in
her gut, a giddiness, an excitement.

	"You like shoes, correct?"

	"I, they're very nice, but... "

	"No, I mean you have a, a thing for feet in shoes? Sexy for
you, no?"

	"I... I don't know. I mean not until last night... "

	"I saw your eyes when you looked at my feet. Take these and
enjoy. To remember me. And our night together."

	Heather took the shoes in a shaking hand and give Inga a hard
kiss goodbye. Inga handed her a business card. "If you want to talk.
Maybe, some day... "

	"Maybe. Who knows. It's a small world!"

	They both grinned at each other, then kissed again more
casually, and even as they finally parted, Heather wanted to tear the
robe off her and take her again, right in the doorway if necessary.
But she didn't and ran down the hall for the elevator.


	At the airport, she was the last one onto the plane. Sliding
into the seat next to Traci, who's worried look disappeared the second
she saw Heather's glowing face coming down the isle, still a bit
flushed from the night's activities.

	"Ok, that was close. Are you trying to give me a heart
attack?"

	"No. Sorry. We overslept."

	"I wonder why."

	"Be quiet, you!", Heather gave her a shove on the shoulder.

	The plane taxied out and took off. After breakfast was served,
Traci said. "OK, spill the beans. What happened? Did you enjoy
yourself, like I have to ask?"

	"Well, you had me so sexed up by the time I got to her door, I
thought I'd just jump her when the door opened, but then, she did
and... "

	And she told Traci everything. Even her unexpected reaction to
the shoes. Even as she went over her reaction, she reached into her
oversized bag and pulled them out. Her hand was trembling as Traci
took them from her. She looked into Heather's eyes and saw that
familiar look she got when she was really turned on.

	"Well, let's see if they fit me. I'll be damned, a bit tight,
but not too bad. Think you have a thing for shoes, my darling?" Traci
asked.

	"I must have. God, I'm all turned on again, just looking at
them."

	"Perfect, because, we are about to join the Mile High Club.
Let's go."

	And Heather eased out of her seat they headed toward the back
of the plane. Heather went into the small bathroom first and stood for
a minute figuring out how they hell the were going to do this, the
door shutting behind her, but not locking it.

	Traci looked around nervously in the isle, awaiting a moment
to also slip inside the compartment. Suddenly, a voice said in her
ear, "Go ahead. I'll knock four times when it's clear to come out.
Don't be too noisy in there."

	She turned her head and the smiling face of one of the
stewardesses greeted her. "Go ahead. You're not the first to want to
do it."

	"Thanks. We won't be too long."

	"If I had that other young woman in there, I'd be in there a
long time, I think," the stew said, a bit wistfully.

	"You may be right about that. She affects me the same way. OK,
here we go."

	And she opened the door and wedged herself inside and locked
the door.

	Heather was ready. God was she ready.

	And so was Traci. And the Mile High Club received its new
members only a minute later with a bang and a thump on the wall and
door that alarmed a passenger standing in the isle.

	The stew just said, "Oh, sometimes they all make a bit of
noise the first time. I wouldn't be surprised if it makes a bit of
noise a few more times before it settles down and gets it out of its
system. Why don't you use the other unit?" Smiling, she went about her
duties.

	I wonder who the younger one was? Maybe I can get her name
before they get off. And then she laughed, realizing she was already
way too late!

Article 115050 of alt.sex.stories:
From: an257736@anon.penet.fi (Ramapo)
Date: Mon, 18 Dec 1995 07:56:22 UTC
Subject: Heather Pt.23 A A-E [F/F, Hypno]

		      The Adventures of Heather
				  by
				Ramapo
			       Part 23A

	Karin picked up her purse and turned back to face Heather, who
was reaching for the door lock on her apartment door. They were on
their way out to a movie, on a date actually. Well,

	Heather thought it was a date, but Karin was still very
nervous about calling it that. She had never dated a woman before, and
wasn't all that sure what her true feelings were about it.

	The lock snapped back, and Heather turned the handle on the
door at the moment that Karin stepped forward to leave, just a half-
step too fast, running right into Heather. The unexpected full body
contact surprised both of them, but Karin was even more surprised to
find her pussy go completely wet and her legs tremble. Heather made no
attempt to back up and give her room, and Karin, surprise still on her
face, was a raging mix of emotions. Her mind said to back up, but her
body wasn't moving. And the heat of Heather's thigh through her legs
was a furnace pouring waves of warmth directly into her cunt, making
her hotter by the second.

	After ten seconds of just looking into each other's eyes,
Heather leaned over and very, very gently, kissed Karin full on the
mouth, taking a long time and pulling away so slowly their lips stuck
together as the lipstick merged, pulling their lower lips out and
increasing the sweetness and tingling of the kiss.

	All Karin could manage to say was "Oh, god... "

	She never even opened her eyes from the kiss, but dropped her
purse and reached up with one hand and pulled Heather's mouth back on
her's with a hand behind Heather's neck. The French kiss was torrid
instantly. Heather twisted to be in frontal body contact and their
mounds met and ground together as Karin moaned loudly into Heather's
mouth. Heather fed her tongue deeply into Karin's mouth and Karin, in
response, began to suck on it with an urgency that in turn got Heather
boiling hot. Karin had never been with a woman, but it was apparent
from her reaction to being kissed that her body was more than ready to
welcome the delights of being taken by Heather.

	The movie was forgotten. It had been a long week, and when it
had started, Heather was on her way home from the grocery store the
long way, taking advantage of a long drive through a local park.
Where, unexpectedly, she met Karin.

	The park drive wound around a curve and suddenly there was a
construction flagman in front of her with the sign turned to STOP. Her
car came to a halt and she waited. The person spoke on a radio a few
times, but the sign still said STOP. Cars began to pile up behind
Heather. The weather was boiling hot, and the air conditioner of the
car was working hard to keep the car cool inside. And Heather began to
worry about some of the food she had in bags on the back seat.

	Finally, the worker walked over to her and Heather was
surprised to realize it was a woman. A pretty woman at that, bronzed
from the sun. Young. Not much older than her, maybe. She removed her
hard hat and wiped sweat from her forehead. A nice ponytail of brown,
highlighted hair popped out from under the hat and landed down her
sweaty back.

	Rolling down her window, Heather asked, "How much longer, do
you suppose?" A wave of heat rolled into the car.

	"Well, they had an accident down the road a few hundred yards
away and the road is completely blocked for a while."

	Her radio cracked and she held it to her ear. "OK," she
responded, "but they're not going to like it."

	"Well, it's real bad. One person's hurt and now there's been
another accident behind you and the road is closed there, too. It
might be an hour, even longer. You might want to turn off the car."

	"Gosh, my groceries might go bad if I do that. I think I'll
chance it. I've got plenty of gas." She was about to roll up her
window, when a thought occurred to her. "Are you thirsty? I've got a
six-pack of cold soda in here."

	"You bet, that would be great." Heather broke one out of the
package and handed it to her. She held the ice cold can up to her
forehead and then her neck. Her nut brown skin was a nice contrast to
Heather's own very white skin as the can exchanged hands.

	"If all we're doing is waiting, is it OK if you waited in the
car with me, where it's cool? I mean, you have the radio if something
starts to happen."

	"That would be nice. Thanks. They can't see me anyway, all the
way around the curve like that." She walked around the other side and
slid into the bucket seat. The front of her shirt was dark with sweat
stains. But it did nothing to take away from her nice shape, accented
by the narrow waist and nicely flaring full hips. Heather's pussy
tingled a bit as she looked her over.

	"I'm a mess. I hope I don't get your car all dirty."

	"Don't worry about it, I'll get it cleaned. Not a problem.
Boy, you sure have a hot job!"

	"You're not kidding. But it keeps the bills paid until I
finish night school."

	"What's it like? I mean, working with all these men?"

	"Oh, some of them are jerks. Some are nice. Most just wish I'd
go away. Or have sex with them. They never give that up. Every day,
at least one of them hits on me. I wonder what part of "NO" they don't
understand!" They both laughed.

	They sat for a while in silence.

	"Oh, how rude of me." Heather said. "My name is Heather." And
she held out her hand.

	"Karin. Pronounced 'Car-in'. Most people forget and call me
Karen. That's OK."

	"Well, I won't, Karin."

	Karin looked over at her. "And what do you do? College?"

	"Yeah. I'm a Junior this year. Art major. Not much in common
with what you are doing."

	"No, but this is just a job. Actually, I want to teach music."

	Heather looked her over slowly again. And discovered Karin was
checking her out as well. Her eyes were lingering on Heather's nicely
framed chest. A subtle signal. I wonder, thought Heather.

	"Heather, can I ask you something really, really personal?"
Karin sounded very shy. And embarrassed.

	"Well, I can always not answer. Shoot."

	"My boy friend wants to start inviting other women into our
lovemaking. I mean, a threesome. I've never done anything like that
and I'm not sure I want to do it. Have you... " She took a breath and
stared straight ahead out of the window. Very nervous. "Have you ever
slept with another woman?"

	"Are you inviting me to sleep with you and your boyfriend?"
Heather tried to sound a bit surprised. Actually, it sounded exciting.

	"No. Well, I don't think so. I mean, I've never done anything
like that. Been with more than one person at a time or had sex with a
woman. I've had a few fantasies from time to time, but I've never
acted on them. I have enough problems thinking I'd be competing with
another woman in bed for my boyfriend's attention, but I'm really not
at all sure about the women part. I'm sorry. I can't believe I even
said that to you. I better get out." She reached for the door handle.
Heather's hand on her arm stopped her.

	"Yes, I've slept with women. What do you want to know about
it?"

	Karin was very surprised. She settled back into the seat and
said nothing for a moment. "I guess, I want to know everything. What
it's like. How you do it. Did you like it?" She was staring out the
car window again. Too embarrassed to face Heather. The conversation
was unexpected, but it had definite possibilities.

	"It's very nice. You do it the way you would think you'd it.
Hands, fingers, tongues, toys. And I like it very much, with the right
lover. Women know how things feel to them and what they like, and in
turn generally make better lovers because they don't miss much with
their partner." Even as she said it, she knew the last part was a bit
of a lie. One of her problems was that she always liked it. With
everybody.

	Karin remained silent. Heather said. "Why don't you and I go
out somewhere together this weekend and talk about it? You can ask all
the questions you want and I'll try to answer them. What do you
think?"

	"You mean a date?"

	"No, just us together at a movie or something. We'll go get
something to eat later and talk."

	"A movie? I guess that would be OK." The radio crackled and
she held it up. "OK. The road behind you is open. I'm going to turn
everyone around here and send them back."

	Heather was writing her number on a piece of shopping bag.
"Here's my number. Call me if you want to talk."

	"It wouldn't be a date, right? Just talk?"

	"Just talk. And some food." Karin's eyes caressed Heather's
chest again, then came back up to her face. She was definitely
interested.

	"I'll think about it. Bye."

	"See you later, maybe?" The door shut and again a wave of hot
air from the briefly open door hit her in the face. Her panties were
already wet. Just the thought of pulling Karin's full hips hard
against her body was setting her on fire. She waved as she pulled past
her after turning the car around. In the rearview mirror, she could
see Karin following her car with her eyes until she went back around
the corner.

	Back in the apartment, she put the groceries away and stood in
the window looking out over the alley next to her apartment. Her
right hand popped the top snap on her jeans and her flat hand slid
down, under the elastic of her hip rider cotton panties and her finger
tips ran through her hair and found the waiting, long, erect clit.
Leaning against the window jam, her well practiced long-nailed fingers
pulled the clit up and rubbed it back and forth over the cotton
material. The friction was electric and her groin went solid with
pressure immediately, the already engorged lips swelling fully and
opening, a steady stream of fluid spreading the already sizable dark
stain on the cotton.

	The orgasm came suddenly as she shuddered, the wave of heat
from her inner thighs spreading up her belly and over her chest and
into her face. Her eyes were shut and she almost looked like she was
in pain, but her hand kept moving automatically as her brain went into
overdrive and took her to another peak. This time, sparks of light
were going off and her knees weakened and she slumped against the
wall, the pace of her hand gradually slowing.

	Her nipples were rock hard in her post orgasmic reaction and
were tenting the shear bra cups, her t-shirt now sporting two proud
thumbs at the end of her very full breasts. Slowly, her breathing
returned to normal, and at last she snapped her pants and went back to
her desk to study. Her soaked panties were a sweet reminder of her
body's desire. She never changed them after sex. The wetness was too
nice to just waste. Freshening up could come later. Now, she was alone
and the aroma of her own sex was a perfume of which she never got
enough.

	For just a moment before she cracked a book, she stared off
into nothing and wondered if Karin would call. She decided probably
not. It was just a chance encounter. Too bad. It had possibilities.
Those wonderful hips floated in her mind's eye and she felt her body
tingle again with arousal. Damn. Concentrate.

	But Karin surprised her again. Two nights later, the phone
rang and Karin was on the other end. "Hi, I didn't think I'd hear from
you again."

	"Well, you almost didn't. But I was standing out there in the
sun today and figured, what the hell. It's just a movie. And you
seemed so nice and I... well, I really do want to talk about it some
more."

	"Right. OK. But it's definitely not a date."

	"Saturday, about 8 be OK?" Karin asked.

	"Fine. Here's the address. I'm in apartment B. Just ring and
I'll buzz you up."

	"OK. See you then."

	The next day, in the middle of her sculpture class, Traci
walked into the class. Heather's work area was at the back of the
room, but she noticed Traci immediately, as always, the hair on her
arms would tingle in anticipation of being near or with her. Traci
knew where Heather was and walked in a measured pace back to her,
checking on other students work on the way back. She had on one of
those blouses that hides everything, but lets the viewer see all at
the same time. Every curve, swell and jiggle of her breasts were
visible to the watching eye. She wore these types of outfits when she
wanted to tease Heather, and today she really wanted to get Heather
hot.

Article 115051 of alt.sex.stories:
From: an257736@anon.penet.fi (Ramapo)
Date: Mon, 18 Dec 1995 07:56:40 UTC
Subject: Heather Pt.23B A-E [F/F, Hypno]

		      The Adventures of Heather
				  by
				Ramapo
			       Part 23B

	Traci's boobs were so very different than Heather's. In size,
they were very close to the same, but where Heather's were so very
firm and jutting, with upswept very long nipples, Traci's were softer,
slightly droopy (not from age, just breast type), and when held gently
underneath in a shelf bra, the top jiggled in waves of motion so
sensuous that Heather would get instantly wet watching them. Heather
loved to watch, hold, squeeze, suck and press against these breasts.
It was the biggest turn-on for her when she and Traci did this.

	In fact, one of the most sensuous things Heather and Traci did
was to lay side by side, pussies locked together with legs
intertwined, their pubic bones pressing down on each other's clits. In
this position, their chests were tightly pressed against each other,
the tissues flattened and bulging out under their arms, the pressure
on their ribs and tits making their breasts ache with desire, causing
them to swell even more, and the pleasure increase.

	They would very, very slowly grind their hips together and let
their desire build and build. Just at the point where one or the other
was going to orgasm, they would whisper please stop to the other and
they would cease for a minute or two until they pulled back from the
brink. Then, gently, begin again. Each time, the approach would take
them higher and higher. After a half dozen or more cycles, they would
both be almost crazed with lust and finally, they just couldn't stop
and would end up frantically grinding against each other, holding each
other tighter and tighter, and then the orgasms would take them
together, so intense they would both hang on the edge of
consciousness, their bodies on total overload. The pleasure was so
intense both would be making all kinds of noises and saying obscene
things to each other. Traci once recorded this and at times played it
back to herself in the car while she drove to work. One hand would
always be up her skirt, inside her panties, with at least one finger
working the inside of her pussy.

	They would lay there, covered in sweat, lubrication pouring
down their legs and bed onto a towel placed under them, kissing and
whispering sweet nothings to each other, but still tight together. And
after twenty minutes or so to rest, they would start again.

	In the minutes it took Traci to get back to Heather, the
smile, jiggle, swing of those oh so familiar hips and (it actually
caused her to groan out loud) the sight of Traci's feet in these open
toed heels was almost more than she could bear. If the room had been
empty, she would have jumped her right there. As it was, it was a
near thing. Heather felt her nipples go rock hard under her shirt and
a brief glance down showed her that there was no use trying to hide
them from the rest of the room. A miniture Mt. Everest stood proudly,
pointing slightly upward.

	Just the reaction Traci was hoping for.

	"Hi, stranger. I missed seeing you last night. How did the
studying go?"

	"Fine. I think I did OK on the test. Hey. I thought you
promised not to get me too sexed up during the day? You KNOW when your
tits jiggle like that I get crazy for you. And the goddamn shoes
aren't helping any. Ever since Inga. God, you just look fantastic. I
wish we were alone." The tone was very quiet so no one could hear.

	"Glad to hear it." Softer. "Sorry, I just missed you so much,
I couldn't resist." Louder. "Can I ask you to drive me somewhere after
class. My car broke down this morning and is in the shop."

	"Sure. I'm all done in about thirty minutes. Where to?"

	"Ummm. I'll tell you in the car. Not too far. I'll wait in the
lobby." It took all of her restraint not to lean over and kiss Heather
on the mouth and take one of those wonderful nipples in her fingers
and squeeze. There were times when being secret lovers just about
drove her crazy. This was one of them. Now that Heather was all sexed
up and her nipples and face showed it, they could do nothing about it.
Heather was right. During the day was no place for these games. It was
too hard.

	They walked out to the car and Heather started it and let the
air conditioner cool it off before they started out.

	"Where to?"

	"Here's the address. It's my shrink." Traci said, watching
Heather out of the corner of her eye.

	"A shrink?! You never told me you see a shrink!" Heather was
very surprised. Her horniness faded a bit.

	"Well, it's got nothing to do with us. I just have some things
to work out and Janet. Dr. Janet Fielding. She's very nice. Has helped
me a lot. I come home from the visits very relaxed."

	"Oh, would you wait for me? It takes an hour. I realize this
is an imposition, but I couldn't think of anyone else.

	"It's not a problem. Glad I could do it. You should have just
borrowed the car."

	Traci smiled. "Now, I never get enough time with you alone as
it is, so I thought this would be a good excuse. Oh. I really am sorry
about the outfit. I just missed you."

	"Well, I miss you too, but you'll notice that I've stopped
stripping for you in class, or hiding under your desk and eating you
out. We were getting crazy and you would have ended up fired and me
out on my ass, trying to explain to my straight parents why I got
kicked out of school, along with my lesbian lover, for open sex in the
classroom. Now that my parents know you and like you, we can't mess
this up." Heather concentrated on driving.

	"But you did like the outfit?" Traci said with a sheepish
smile.

	"What do you think? My pants are soaked. It's a good thing I
like them that way, or I'd spend my entire day changing underwear
every time you walked by me."

	Traci knew Heather was right. And it was a good thing that
Traci liked the thought of Heather's underwear being wet with
lubrication. She loved eating her out through the cotton and feeling
the fluid flow into her mouth. When Heather lubricated, it just poured
out of her.

	They both laughed. Traci ran her hand up the back of Heather's
neck under the thick mane of hair and then her nails up and down the
nape of her neck. The long red nails were a nice contrast to the dark
hair and white skin. Heather's breathing went tight.

	"Traci, how close are we?"

	"Ten minutes or so."

	"Get over here and fuck me, honey. I'll never make it back to
your place."

	"I thought you'd never ask, darling."

	And with that, she slid over on the seat and pulled Heather's
skirt up, with Heather lifting and shifting her hips to allow the
fabric to bunch up around her waist. Heather was right. Her tight
cotton briefs were soaked, the dark stain spreading halfway up to her
waist. The smell of the cum soaked panties was all Traci needed and
she put one arm around Heather's shoulders and the other hand went to
Heather's now open pussy and a long index finger began to push the
panties to one side.

	"Don't run us off the road." A long finger slid inside
Heather's sopping pussy. Heather groaned.

	"Yes. That's so good. More. Put more in. I need it. Please."

	"My sexy lover, your pussy is just waiting for my long nails
to slid inside and tickle you. Make you come all over my hand.
There's another long nail." Another finger slid inside. Heather was
almost bouncing on the seat. Traci's fingers were going around and
around inside. She could feel the pressure and her belly tightened.

	"Oh, are you ready to come for me, darling? Now, another. And
another." Four fingers were now inside her swollen vagina, Heather was
grunting out loud from the waves of pleasure as they hit her. Her
driving was a bit erratic, and she was slowing down as her attention
shifted from the road to the wild sensations in her cunt.

	"Traci, fist me! Please, fist me!"

	Heather had never asked for that before, and Traci had never
done it to another woman. She had seen porno movies with women doing
it, but had never experienced it. She was worried she'd hurt Heather.

	"Are you sure?" Her fingers were working Heather like a flute.
There was no doubt that Heather was wet enough. And, open enough.
Traci's fist wasn't all that large. Maybe it would work.

	Heather groaned wildly and opened her left leg up until it hit
the door. Her right leg swung up over Traci's thighs and the car, with
no gas, started to slow rapidly. Traci put her left foot on the gas
peddle and the car picked up.

	Pushing up with her fingers, she pushed her hand further and
further inside, coiling her long nails into the palm of her hand as it
entered Heather, and then, her entire fist was inside. Heather cried
out with lust in her voice and Traci began to pump and inch or so, in
and out. After only seconds, Heather orgasmed with a shriek that came
from the depth of her soul. Her vagina clamped down so hard on Traci's
fist she couldn't have moved it if she tried.

	The car began to wander from the lane and Traci tried to swing
her left arm around from behind Heather's head, now bent back in
orgasm. It was a contortionist act, but she finally got a hand on the
wheel and drifted the car back into the lane. A drunken sailor could
drive better than this. Honking horns were going off all around them.

	Slowly, she withdrew her fist from Heather, unfolding her hand
and sliding it out. A copious flow freshly wet the cotton panties as
the vagina slowly closed and Traci pulled the cotton over the still
swollen and stretched lips. Heather's clit was fully extended and was
now pinned under the tight cotton, pointing up at Heather's navel,
like the pseudo cock it was. Traci couldn't resist but run her finger
up and down the turgid member and feel Heather tense and buck at the
intense sensations.

	Traci had sweat on her lip and brow and realized she was very
aroused from this. But the parking lot was coming up and there was no
time. Heather parked in a groggy trance.

	"Listen. I'll go in, you sit and calm down. Come up to 507 and
wait if you like. I don't mind. Are you OK? I've, I mean, we've never
done that before. Wow, did you get off on that! That was some orgasm.
Even for you!"

	"Yes." She said weakly. "That was fantastic. I need a minute
to clear my head. 507 you said, right?"

	"OK. God, I smell like your pussy. I hope the Dr. doesn't
mind. Maybe I can hit the ladies room in the hall. See you later." And
she slammed the door and walked away, leaving Heather leaned over the
wheel.

	Heather sat, her nipples still hard, her breathing just
beginning to slow down. She had just begged Traci to fist her. Where
did that come from? Pretty wild, even for her. Yeah, even for her.

	The long minutes passed. She was so wet she was sure she must
be sitting in a pool of fluid, so she looked around to be sure no one
was looking, and slid out of the car and let her skirt fall quickly
while she was shielded mostly by the door. She was right. There was a
small wet spot on the seat. She wiped it up with a Kleenex and took a
deep breath and went into the building, out of the heat. Good thing it
was hot outside. Her face was still fully flushed from the strong
emotions. She could still feel the intense phantom pressure of Traci's
fist inside her, a phantom lover as she rode the elevator up to the
fifth floor. That was definitely wild and she had loved it. Yet
another new technique to explore. Wait till she did it to Traci. Just
wait. The doors opened and she found the office.

	The receptionist was a very attractive blond with long hair
pulled back into a tight bundle behind her. A dazzling grin. Nice,
smallish breasts, no bra to see (or probably needed), white blouse.
Delicate hands with long fingers. And very long nails, a perfect set,
painted a delicate shade of pink, to match her lipstick. Behind the
desk, Heather couldn't see any more. Yes, very attractive. The name
tag on the desk said Sherry.

	"Do you have an appointment?"

	"No, actually, I'm Traci's ride. Is it all right if I wait
here where it's cool? It's very hot out."

	"Oh, really? I haven't been out since I got here this morning
and it was cool then. You are very flushed. Would you like a drink of
water?" Her eyebrow was raised a bit, a bit of a snickering smirk on
her lips. Did she suspect Heather had just had sex?

	Heather spotted the water cooler with its blue jug of water
behind the receptionist. "Thanks, that would be nice."

	She went over and stood by Sherry as Sherry filled a paper cup
with water. As she turned to give the cup to Heather, the definite
delicate smell of sex drifted into Sherry's nostrils. Her eyebrow
went up even higher as she handed over the cup. "Yes, I see it is
very hot out today for some people. I think some people get hotter
than others, don't you agree?"

	Heather looked at her curiously for a second, then caught the
double meaning. Yes, she knew. "Yes, I suppose that's very true. With
your fair skin, I bet you get pretty hot yourself - under the right
conditions."

Article 115052 of alt.sex.stories:
From: an257736@anon.penet.fi (Ramapo)
Date: Mon, 18 Dec 1995 07:58:45 UTC
Subject: Heather Pt.23C A-E [F/F, Hypno]

		      The Adventures of Heather
				  by
				Ramapo
			       Part 23C

	Sherry smiled warmly. "Yes, under the right conditions, I can
get absolutely steamy. Just turn to liquid." The smirk was gone now
and a broad smile signaled an open invitation. Come drink me. Come
sample my liquid heat. Come wade in my swamp of steamy parts, and
savor them with your tongue, and nose, and feel them with your hands.
It was getting very hot in the room.

	Heather decided to step around this open invitation. She had
Traci to take care of all evening, Karin on Saturday, and who knew
what was happening there, and now Sherry was coming on to her. Best
bet was to gently turn her down. At least for now.

	"I'd like to see that. Sometime." Heather said quietly. "I
like a lot of liquid. Steamy liquid. I'm Heather." She held out her
hand and Sherry took it and held it.

	"I get off around 5. Meet me for a drink and I'll show you a
real fire. You'll drown in the liquid trying to put it out."

	"That sounds very nice, Sherry, but I really can't today.
Heat or no heat, I have lots of other commitments and can't break
them. Maybe we could exchange numbers? And put the fire on ice for
now?"

	Sherry released her hand slowly and Heather made no attempt to
pull it back too quickly. Sherry looked disappointed. "OK. I'd like
that. Later, OK?"

	"For sure, later. I love your hair." Heather boldly reached
out and ran her hand down the side of Sherry's head, along the rich,
yellow strands, and then stepped closer and picked up the thick, shiny
bundle of hair and pulled it very slowly through her hand. Sherry took
extra good care of her hair and it showed. It positively glowed from
her head down to the end of the last strand. And Sherry was almost
purring at the bold handling Heather was giving her.

	Heather's big boobs were right in Sherry's face and Heather
thought for a moment that Sherry would just lean forward and take her
tit in her mouth and so she pulled back. Lipstick on her blouse all
over her nipple was not going to make for good conversation with Traci
on the way back to school.

	She released Sherry's hair at last and reached past Sherry,
purposefully rubbing her left breast into Sherry's shoulder, and
picked up one of the Dr.'s business cards and wrote her number. "I'm
not always there. Just leave a message. I'll call back. Promise."

	Sherry also gave Heather her number and as Heather picked it
up, she noticed a pretty pendant hanging from a desk lamp, right by
her hand. It was twisting in the light and throwing off a lot of
dazzling colors.

	"What's this? It's very pretty."

	"Oh. That's one of those charms the Dr. uses to hypnotize her
patients. Works like a charm!" She laughed at her own pun. "You just
dangle it in front of the person, like this" she held it in front of
Heather, "and spin it very slowly, " it was turning, shining an
endless stream of soft color sparkles into Heather's eyes. "And talk
in a quiet, slow monotone" her voice was now a low melody of sweetness
and innocence. "Can you feel a calm coming over you, Heather?"

	Heather tried to look away, but somehow felt she couldn't.
"Yes. A calm. It's so pretty."

	"Yes, it is. Try to relax a bit more. It's time to just relax
and listen to my voice."

	Sliding, slipping, Heather felt herself going limp. Falling
toward the voice. She was going under. But with a masterful effort,
she reached up and grabbed the pendant and broke the spell.

	"I see. It works very well. And you seem to have mastered the
technique well enough. Something the Dr. shared with you?"

	"Well," Sherry said, "not something she did knowingly.
Sometimes, she leaves the door open a crack and I can hear the
sessions. It didn't take me long to catch on to what she was doing. I
did spy a few times. To watch her do it. And she was a willing victim,
I mean, subject, to let me try it on her."

	"How did that you do that?"

	"Well, if you promise to keep a secret, I'll tell you."

	Heather nodded. "Promise."

	"I had her under in thirty seconds!" Sherry actually giggled.
"I could see her try to fight, but it was at the end of a long day and
she was a bit tired. I asked her if I could try it and she said OK. I
think she just assumed I'd screw up and not do the voice part, or spin
the bauble right, or something. After she went under, I double
checked to make sure she was under and she was."

	"Then what?" Now she had Heather's curiosity up.

	"Well, let's just say, I put a few ideas in her head, you
know, post hypnotic suggestions, and gave her a code to trigger them,
and then brought her out of it. Made her forget she was ever under."

	"And it worked?"

	"You bet. Amazingly well."

	"And she still doesn't know?

	"Nope. I say the magic words and she goes out like a light.
We do our thing and then I tell her to forget, and bring her out of
it."

	"OK. I have to ask. What are the magic words?"

	Sherry hesitated. "Well, I don't know if I should tell you.
The Janet always picks something very unlikely to ever come up in a
person's daily life. Actually, I used something she uses on her
patients sometimes."

	"And that is? Come on, give!" Heather gave her a push on her
arm. And reached out and picked up Sherry's hair again and began
stroking it, the backs of her fingers rubbing the top of Sherry's very
firm breast, now sporting a rock hard nipple.

	It had the desired effect. "OK. But don't ever mention this
out loud to anyone, understood?"

	Heather nodded yes. And kept stroking.

	"The trigger is 'Climb Mt. Olympus'"

	"And you just say that to her and she goes right under?"

	"Yup. Stops in her tracks and waits for further instructions."

	"Which are?"

	Sherry was now leaning a bit forward, trying to get Heather's
hand to push harder on her breast. Heather obliged. The nipple felt
good as it bumped down her knuckles. Sherry's voice was just a bit
breathy from her growing arousal.

	"Well, I'll let you in on another secret. Janet is bi, but
nobody knows that. I found out from watching her with patients.
Listen, I shouldn't have said that. I can't talk about that any more,
OK?" Sherry turned away and looked upset. Clearly, she had said too
much.

	But Heather pressed her. "So you have sex with her while she's
under?" Seemed like a logical assumption based on Sherry's
revelations.

	Sherry was quiet. Finally, in a low voice, she whispered,
"Yes. We have sex."

	"Nice game if you can be a player!" Heather laughed. "I won't
tell. Is it fun?"

	Sherry perked back up. "It's fantastic! I mean fucking
fantastic. She does anything I tell her to, anytime, anywhere. She's
my sex slave. I mean, it's only a few minutes a week, when it's safe
to do, but just knowing I can... " her voice trailed off. "I never
knew I liked to be in charge so much until this happened."

	"You do, do you?" The door to the inner office was opening and
Traci walked through. The session was over. Heather noticed that
Traci's cheeks were flushed and her nipples were tenting her blouse a
bit. It was immediately apparent to Heather that Traci had just had
sex! She knew that reaction all too well.

	"Hi, we can go. Did you two meet?" Traci asked.

	"Yes, just a few minutes ago. Nice to meet you Sherry. See you
sometime again."

	Sherry smiled professionally and turned to the doctor. "Your
four o'clock canceled and you have no other appointments."

	"Great, I'll catch up on paper work. See you next week,
Traci."

	"Next week." Traci responded over her shoulder.

	On the way down to the car, Traci was quiet.

	Back on the road, Heather finally said. "Something wrong?"

	"No. I guess not. Well, sometimes I think that the sessions
are a bit too short. I just get into something and it's time to end
it. I wonder where the time goes."

	"What kind of session is it? Does she hypnotize you or
something?" Heather probed.

	"No. She told me how she does that with some patients and
showed me the little jewel on a chain she uses, but we just talk and
she takes notes. That kind of thing." Traci was silent. She turned to
look at Heather. "Why did you ask?"

	"Oh, I saw this jewel on Sherry's desk and she told me what it
was used for. We chatted about post hypnotic suggestion for a minute.
I guess I never thought about how you have to pick trigger words not
likely to come up in daily life. I mean, for an American, the words
"Climb Mt. Olympus" aren't likely to ever come up casually. Right?"

	There was no answer. The silence went on. Finally, Heather
looked from the road and Traci was sleeping. No, Heather realized.
She's under! That's right. Sherry did mention that tha Janet used
those words with patients sometimes. She had hypnotized Traci after
all. What is going on in that office, I wonder. And she was mad. It
had been cute when Sherry was doing it to Janet, but now that Janet
was doing it to Traci, Heather found she was very upset.

	"Traci, can you hear me?" Heather kept her voice low and
steady, her eyes carefully on the road.

	"Yes." A low monotone.

	"When I count to five, you will be fully awake and not
remember any of this. I'm going to count to five. One. Two. Three.
Almost awake now. Four. Five."

	"What, what was that you were asking?"

	"Oh, nothing. Are your sure the Doctor didn't hypnotize you
without you knowing it?"

	"Don't be silly, Heather. You can't do that."

	"Let's stop here for a bite to eat, OK?"

	"Fine, I'm hungry."

	They settled into a booth and Heather finally decided to share
her suspicions.

	"Listen. In the car, I said some words, trigger words Sherry
told me the doctor uses with her patients for post hypnotic suggestion
and you went right under. I had to bring you out of it. Just like on
TV. I think something funny is going on with the doctor and you and
you don't know it."

	"Heather, I told you in the car, that is ridiculous. She's
never hypnotized me."

	"If I can prove it to you, will you believe me?"

	"OK, prove it."

	"Look at your watch and tell me what time it is. Exactly."

	"It's four seventeen and a few seconds."

	"Thank you. Now, I want you to climb Mt. Olympus."

	Traci's eyes closed and her head slumped onto her chest.

	In a low, steady voice, Heather said. "Traci, can you hear
me?"

	"Yes."

	"Without leaving the booth, I want you to take off your
panties and bra, fold them and put them on your plate in front of
you."

	Traci began to hike up her skirt and in seconds the panties
were off and folded, then the bra followed. Then they were both on her
plate.

	Heather took her through a five count and Traci was awake.

	"What time is it now?"

	"It's... why that's funny. It's five minutes later. I just
looked at my watch."

	"Look at your plate."

Article 115055 of alt.sex.stories:
From: an257736@anon.penet.fi (Ramapo)
Date: Mon, 18 Dec 1995 08:22:12 UTC
Subject: Heather Pt.23D A-E [F/F, Hypno]

		      The Adventures of Heather
				  by
				Ramapo
			       Part 23D

	Traci gasped. Her underwear were neatly folded on the plate in
front of her. She quickly put them in her bag.

	"How in the world did you manage that?"

	"I didn't do anything. You took them off and put them there
after I put you under and told you to do it."

	"I can't believe it." It was quiet as Traci absorbed the
meaning. "She's been putting me under?"

	"She must be. What can it mean?"

	"Well, we'll have to find out."

	Heather added, "It might be completely legitimate, or she
could be abusing you. And, when you came out today, you were showing
all the signs of being very aroused. Maybe you're having sex in
there."

	Traci was silent and a frown crossed her face. "You may be
right. I've come out of some of the sessions and was pretty damn hot
and couldn't figure out why. Hell, if she wanted to have sex, she
should have asked me. Actually, I think she's very attractive."

	Heather didn't respond to that last remark.

	They finished their food and headed back. When they got to the
house, Heather picked up the phone and called Sherry's number and left
a message. Sherry might be able to help.

	It was two hours later when the phone rang. Heather put down
her text book and it was Sherry.

	"Hi. I thought we agreed to put things on hold a while? I
wasn't expecting your call."

	"Hi Sherry. Well, this is different. Listen, do you think the
doctor might be hypnotizing patients without their knowledge, like you
did her?"

	"Gosh, I don't think so. She's pretty straight about the
doctor/patient thing. Very careful. Why?"

	"Look, I don't want to talk about this over the phone. Can you
come over?"

	Sherry was suddenly very eager. "Sure. Where?"

	Directions exchanged, they hung up and Heather went back to
her book. It was about forty five minutes when there was a knock on
the door.

	Heather pulled it open and Sherry stood there, a knockout.

	Now, her long blond hair was loose, carefully brushed, and it
cascaded down over her shoulders, stopping just above the gently swell
of her high breasts. Her blouse was gone and she wore a tank top that
showed every curve of her upper torso as though it was painted on her.
Her nipples were small points and very visible. The jeans were hip
hugger and also skin tight. Heather had not realized how long-waisted
Sherry was and the combo was very becoming. And then Heather saw the
shoes. And she knew they'd have sex before anything else this evening.
The shoes were red open-toed high heels and the sight of them turned
Heather into a trembling, extremely turned on young lady. She had to
have Sherry and right now.

	"Hi." Heather's voice was clearly a bit shaky.

	"Hi, yourself." There was that eyebrow of Sherry's again. It
was her early warning radar. Alert, alert, a hot young babe very ready
to fuck dead ahead. She stepped inside and it was quiet for a moment.

	Heather spoke first. "I know I said I wanted to wait, but... "

	Sherry walked over close to her, but not touching. "But
nothing. I'm so hot for you. Ever since you walked into the office
this afternoon. You know I don't want to wait. I want you now."

	It wasn't necessary to talk. Heather reached out and covered
Sherry's right breast with her hand. It was very, very firm under her
palm and she began to stroke it. Sherry's eyes became half slits as
her arousal grew. She reached out and unbuttoned Heather's top and
slipped it off each shoulder. A bare breast greeted her and she began
to return the favor. Heather's large breasts were the kind that she
dreamed about when she mastrubated and lusted after. The kind that
made her weak in the knees to see, and her pussy get wet when she
touched. And it was no different now.

	Both girls moaned at the same time as their arrousal pushed
them toward a hot embrace. Heather's softer figure melted against
Sherry's hard toned muscles and hands began removing clothing quickly.
In only moments, Heather was naked except for her panties and for
once, her partner was taking her before she could respond. Sherry
pushed her into an easy chair and moved each of her legs out onto one
of the arms, presenting her pussy to her and she dropped straight to
her knees and leaned in with a sigh.

	She loved to eat women out with their panties still on. She
knew the indirect sensations through the fabric delayed orgasm and let
it build to very high levels before release came. And, tonight, she
worked the fabric deeply into Heather's pussy and sucked the streaming
fluid from the fabric as Heather moaned and groaned. She took her time
and as Heather approached her release, Sherry slipped two fingers into
her own steamy hole and began to pump rapidly. In less than a minute,
she felt her vaginial muscles grip her fingers like a vice and she
came with a grunt. It was only a warm up.

	Sherry backed away from the chair and stripped off her jeans,
revealing a shaved pussy. She pulled Heather down into the chair and
onto the floor and knelt over her face, lowering her very wet slit
onto Heather's eager mouth. The feeling of Heather's hot tongue in her
hole was fantastic and Heather returned the favor with eager energy,
gripping Sherry's thighs tightly, pulling the pussy onto her mouth and
nose. Sherry was grinding and humping and her back soon bent like a
bow and she orgasmed twice before Heather released her.

	It was fifteen minutes later when they finally sat down next
to each other on the sofa.

	"OK. We had to get THAT out of our systems for the moment."
Heather began. She stroked Sherry's face. "That was very nice."

	"You bet. You were all I could think about all afternoon. And
the reality was even better than the fantasies! Now, what's the
problem?"

	Heather explained and Sherry agreed something had to be done.
They finally decided to let Sherry hypnotize her boss and give her an
instruction to excuse herself and go to the bathroom every time she
intended to use the trigger words for a patient for the purpose of
having sex, thus never being able to give the triggers.

	"That was easy. And now... " Sherry took Heather's hand and
led her into the bedroom. In minutes the bed was shaking with their
thrusting and humping, finally settling into a long-term 69 position
and at Sherry's request, Heather left her panties on. They finally
exhausted themselves and Sherry stayed till morning, only leaving in
enough time to change at her apartment on the way in to work.

	Heather turned her attention back Karin and their "date" that
was coming up. Sherry was just an encounter. Karin was a flower that
needed help to bloom.

	Saturday came slowly for Heather. She wondered if Karin would
act on any of the things she was being urged to do by her own
boyfriend and her own inner desires. And the more she thought about
Karin and her tan and those hips, the more urgently she hoped Karin
would want to do more than talk. And to help Karin feel at ease, she
dressed in just a pair of loose jeans and a blouse that wasn't very
form fitting. Her boobs were tightly encased in a bra that showed no
nipples, and she went very easy on hair, makeup and perfume. Not a
date. Her pussy was saying something very different, but from the
outside, all was bland. Well, as bland as Heather could manage, given
the looks, hair and body she was blessed with. Satisfied, she curled
up and studied until the bell went and buzzed Karin into the building.

	And now, before they were even out the door, they were in this
totally wild French kiss. Heather wanted to just take Karin where she
stood, but instinct told her it was too much, too fast. With great
effort, she pulled her tongue back from Karin's mouth and they stood,
pussies still locked hard against each other, panting from their
intense arousal.

	Finally, Heather said. "I'm sorry, you just looked so pretty
and I've wanted to do that all week. I won't do it again. I mean,
unless you want to."

	Karin was totally surprised at her own wild desire to kiss
this woman and her own reaction to being kissed. And confused. She
was really, really attracted to Heather, but felt funny about it, very
conflicted. To be honest, she didn't know what she wanted at that
moment. At least mentally. But there was no denying that was the
hottest kiss she had had in a long, long time. Slowly, she pulled
back. Her body complained at the withdrawal.

	"Maybe we ought to go on to the movies. I need to think. It's
OK you kissed me. Obviously I enjoyed it. But I'm pretty confused
right now. I mean, it's so sudden and I didn't expect it."

	"OK, out to the movies."

	And to the movies they went. Karin later admitted she had no
idea what they saw, as her mind was racing a million miles an hour
about what was happening. Half way through the movie, Heather handed
her the box of popcorn and their hands touched and Karin felt as
though she was on fire from the touch. In that instant, she knew she
wanted to have sex with Heather, and admitted it to herself. She
reached over and took Heather's hand and whispered in her ear.

	"I think we really are on a date. I'm so hot I feel like I
could explode. Can we go somewhere else and talk. I really need to
talk about all this."

	And they left and went to a small sandwich shop up the street
and slid into a booth away from everyone else.

	After ordering, Karin started talking.

	"I really did want you to kiss me, back in the apartment. It
was all I thought about all week. What it would be like, I mean. It
was nice. No, it was fantastic. I never expected to react like that.
Like this. I mean, I'm still hot from it. Like my insides are tight
and tingling and I'm going to orgasm if you touch me."

	"So, you want to go back to my place and investigate some
more?"

	"Yes. Well, I still feel really weird that this is happening.
I want it to happen, I want to have sex with you really badly, and
then, at the same time, I'm all confused about it. I never seriously
allowed myself to see myself with another woman. It was always guys.
It's still guys. And then, here you are and I'm hot to have you. All
one big circle. Maybe I'm going crazy."

	"No you're not. I'm just the opposite. I always see myself
with women, but just recently, I got the hots for a guy at the beach
and I was all confused about that. Still am. We are just coming at it
from different perspectives. I've decided that I must be interested in
both and it's OK. I just have to get used to it, that's all." Heather
sipped on her soda.

	"Yeah, get used to it. I mean, I've only felt this way for a
week, so I haven't had much time to absorb any of it." There was a
long silence. "Can we go to your place, and, well, be together? I want
to do it all with you. Teach me about it."

	"If that's what you want. I want to have you too. Let's go. I
promise to be gentle!"

	"You don't have to be gentle. But go slow. I may be a little
weird about it at first."

	They went out to the car and got in. Heather started the
engine and looked over at Karin in the lights of the parking lot. Her
face was flushed with excitement and she was licking her lips. Heather
leaned over and kissed her cheek. "Come on lover, let's get you
properly laid."

	Karin smiled. Her pussy had been wet as she slid out of the
booth. She was now already anticipating fingers and tongue on and in
her pussy and her belly went tight and a shiver went down her spine.
In spite of her nervous uncertainty about this, her body was giving
her very clear signals that it wanted this to happen, and happen very
badly.

	The short drive took too long for both of them and they walked
hand in hand into the apartment. They tossed their pocketbooks on the
chair and Heather began to kiss Karin's neck, pushing her hair away
from her ear, tickling it first with her tongue, then filling the ear
with the tip of her tongue, its hot wetness sending a chill down
Karin. She was moaning almost immediately. Somehow, Heather was
hitting all her hot buttons like she was making love to herself. The
way she always wanted her boyfriend to and he never seemed able. Or
willing. Now, now she was on fire from this near perfect playing of
her body. Heather's hands began to be busy on her back and then
around to her front, unbuttoning the blouse and pushing it down off
her shoulders. The white cotton bra came free in a quick motion and
Heather's long fingernails ran up under one cup and traced the bottom
of the breast, finally circling the hard, nicely shaped mound and
closing gently on one of the now rock hard eraser sized nipples.

	Karin actually gasped very loudly and began to whimper. Her
arousal soared beyond anything she could have imagined. Just the right
place, just the right pressure. Her breast felt like molten lava
inside and the tip was sending electric jolts straight down her belly
to her clit. She could feel her clit swell and the pressure and
fullness in her loins grew in leaps and bounds. In only seconds,
Heather had her hotter than she had ever gotten when making love, and
they were still standing in the middle of the floor, dressed.

Article 115054 of alt.sex.stories:
From: an257736@anon.penet.fi (Ramapo)
Date: Mon, 18 Dec 1995 08:06:15 UTC
Subject: Heather Pt.23E A-E [F/F]

		      The Adventures of Heather
				  by
				Ramapo
			       Part 23E

	But Heather was now doing her best to get Karin's clothes off
and the pile at their feet grew. As she unsnapped Karin's jeans, the
zipper gave that buzzing sound and it was down and the pants then
eased over her flowing hips, Heather's long nails adding to the trail
of fire as they gently raked over Karin's hard bottom. Heather's own
arousal began to scream skyward as her hands flowed over these
wonderful curves and she trembled at the touch of the deeply tanned
skin under her hands. She had dreamed of these plush hips all week and
now they were under her hands, under her control. Her pussy was
becoming liquid as she pushed Karin toward the bed.

	Karin was past doubt. Past uncertainty. Past confusion. Every
nerve in her body was screaming and she felt herself loosing and
giving control to Heather in a way she had never experienced before.
And as she had never, ever done in the past, she let the self control
slip away and sank into the warm waves of lust. In the distance, she
heard herself making noise, groaning, moaning, yelling, but the waves
of pleasure kept piling up. Already, she felt the beginnings of the
final tidal wave of heat building in her thighs, as it always did just
before she orgasmed, but tonight it was at a level she couldn't
believe.

	Heather pushed Karin's now soaking wet panties aside and
slipped a finger into the waiting hole, then two, and Karin's hips
responded by bucking upward and beginning to jerk around involuntarily
as Heather's experienced hand worked the inside of the vaginal walls,
in and out, around, a steady rhythm of increasing speed. The smell of
this lush pussy was too much and her lips and tongue joined in the
feast. In that moment, as Heather's lips closed over Karin's now
engorged clit and the tip of her tongue began to flick the button,
Karin's cries became more focused and she began to yell.

	"Oh... Oh... OH!... Yes, that's... IT! MY GOD DON'T STOP!
I... CAN'T the massive release that hit Karin as the orgasm took her
over the edge and into space. Her hips lifted clean off the bed and
her arms were pounding the mattress as wave after wave of electricity
poured through her nervous system in cascades and her body responded
with wild involuntary actions. At that moment, Karin had no idea of
where she was, or who she was, but was totally lost to the control of
the orgasm. And Heather was only just beginning.

	Heather found her own need for release too much to ignore and
continued to lick and suck on Karin as she eased the snap free on her
own jeans and her fingers found her clit. Swollen and poking out like
it always did, it only took several strokes over the slick, wet fabric
of her cotton panties and she joined Karin in bliss. The stain on her
panties grew steadily. It felt wonderful, that wet coolness on her
burning pussy.

	Karin began to come down from her high, but found the licking
and sucking on her clit was already building up another orgasm. To
her surprise, in the brief moment of lucid thought she had before it
took control of her, she found it was not only going to be stronger
than the last, but she now had her hands tangled in Heather's hair,
holding her face to her cunt, urging her on for more and more. And
then, with a wild scream, she came again. Her body was shaking all
over and it was long minutes before it ended and the ripples of heat
in her body began to slowly subside. Her nipples went rigid and her
breathing was shallow, her mind very fuzzy. Without any question, she
had just had the two most powerful orgasms she had ever experienced.
Completely mind bending orgasms. On some fundamental level she knew
she had entered into some new level of personal pleasure and freedom
to enjoy her body. The feeling was wonderful.

	Heather wasn't about to relax or let Karin relax. She needed
Karin to eat her and she just sat up, pulled off her jeans and
painties, then moved over the kneel on either side of Karin's head,
facing the headboard. Karin didn't hesitate, but began to kiss and
lick the swollen pussy. She was amazed at the size and length of
Heather's clit (everyone always was), but it turned her on to lick it
and she got bolder and bolder and finally stuck her tongue into
Heather's pussy and they both groaned out loud. It was all the signal
Karin needed and she sank her tongue into Heather as far as it would
go and found her mouth awash in Heather's essence. She found the taste
indescribably delicious and swallowed again and again to avoid loosing
a drop.

	Heather pulled her own blouse off and the bra followed and she
reached up and cupped her now free orbs and began to pull on the
nipples. Already semi-hard, they extended and became rigid pencils in
her fingers. She ran her nails up and down their length over and over
and she was panting and groaning. Karin may have been new at pussy
eating, but she knew what she liked herself and did it all to Heather.
Heather whimpered over and over and her back stiffened as her belly
jumped and her hips bucked and jerked against Karin's mouth. Heather
almost fell over backward, but caught the top of the headboard and
held on. The orgasm was jolting and sudden, just as Karin took her
long clit in her mouth, the heat of her tongue was too much and
Heather was gone. Lubrication poured from her in a steady stream and
Karin was licking it up and swallowing. Her first taste of another
woman was wonderful and she was loving every second of this special
new treat.

	And just like Heather before her, she gave no signs of
stopping, but renewed her tongue lashing of Heather's pussy and in
only a few short minutes, Heather rode another orgasm of such
intensity that the backboard of the bed creaked in an alarming way as
she uncontrollably pulled, pushed, and shook it.

	It was several minutes more before Heather finally slid down
along side Karin and they rested in each other's arms. Karin looked
like a contented cat. And she was fascinated with all of Heather's
charms and couldn't keep her hands off those wonderful breasts with
their long nipples and down below took the now half swollen clit
between thumb and index finger and gave it several very gentle pulls
and Heather groaned. It was hard again in an instant. Quite amazing,
and so unlike her own body, Karin thought.

	Her almost total body tan contrasted so sharply with Heather's
very white skin it looked like the dim light of the room was playing
tricks on their eyes.

	The rest of the night was much the same. They made love all
night. Everywhere. On the kitchen table. In the living room. Back on
the bed. At the stove making breakfast. At the door as Karin had to
leave to get to work in the morning, hands went down each other's
pants one last time and they came once more, this time with Karin
sucking furiously on Heather's tongue, their breasts pushed against
each other and Karin's body shaking uncontrollably to the tune on
Heather's probing fingers. Her orgasm was strong and left her as dazed
as all the ones before. They stood like that for a long time, hands
in each other's pants, and finally, they parted with a kiss.

	Heather got a devilish grin. "Want to go to the movies
sometime during the week? I mean, not a date now, just movies? And
something to eat afterward?"

	Karin laughed. "Not a date, right?"

	"Nope. Just a movie."

	"I'll call you. My boyfriend may have plans. Oh. I think you
answered all my questions."

	"I thought I might. Showing is better than explaining
sometimes."

	"Viva la difference!"

	Another brief kiss and Karin was off. Heather watched her
swinging hips go down the stairs and ran back in to wash up and head
for class. Her first period was sculpture and she was almost done with
her semester's most important project and couldn't miss the time out
to cut the class.

	To her amazement, after a week of such intense sex with Sherry
and Karin, just thinking about seeing Traci again had her horny again.
What good is washing up, she thought as she jumped into the shower.
I'll be wet again before I get to my car. And a big grin crossed her
face. Such a problem!

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: an257736@anon.penet.fi (Ramapo)
Date: Sat, 6 Jan 1996 19:06:31 UTC
Subject: Heather Pt. 24 [F/F]

		      The Adventures of Heather
				  by
				Ramapo
			       Part 24

	Heather rolled over on her back and stretched. The kind of
full body stretch that pulls every muscle in your body absolutely
rigid. Her back arched and strained. Her voluptuous boobs stood up as
perfect oversized tear drops, almost defying gravity, and her
straining ribcage pushed the tender, swollen nipples toward the
ceiling. Her flat belly went almost concave from the taut pull of the
abdominal muscles. With her thighs tight together, pinching her clit
hard between then, sparks were shooting pleasurably into her lower
belly. Finally, relaxed like a cat, she practically purred as she
rolled close against Traci's back so that her tits flattened and
nipples dug into her lower sides and her pussy's deep black, copious
bush scraped against Traci's ass and nicely presented cunt.

	Traci lay with her legs together, bent at the waist. Her pussy
was thus framed between two muscled thighs, fully displayed to Heather
if Heather had been a bit lower to see it. Heather didn't need to be
lower to see it. She knew where every sensuous female part of her
lover's body was, what it looked, felt and tasted like. One night,
while Traci was tied spread eagle to the bed posts and a blindfold on
and gag in her mouth, Heather had carefully licked ever-so-slowly
every square inch of Traci's body until Traci was trembling like a
leaf in the wind. She finally finished her off with a languid tongue
stirring a thick mix of saliva and Traci's moisture around and around
her button hard clit. At the very end, she took Traci's clit in her
mouth and bit it just so. Hard enough to hurt. Hard enough to fire
every screaming nerve in her pussy. Even with the gag, Traci's scream
was loud. And her orgasm was of cataclysmic proportions, causing her
to pass out. While she was out, Heather quickly untied her and stroked
her body to help her come down.

	Traci never complained. Heather was by far and away the most
sensitive, caring, eager, voluptuous, wanton lover she had ever had.
She was deeply in love with her, but somewhat restricted by her
current position as art professor to Heather being her student.
Heather attracted lovers so easily it never ceased to amaze her. Even
in her love, she never felt jealous of these other lovers, who came
and went with regularity. Heather was always there when she needed
her, wanted her.

	And Heather wanted and needed her just as badly, it certainly
seemed. Her lovemaking never flagged, or lost its inventiveness.
Heather was as close to being a sex maniac as anything she had ever
experienced. And at the same time, she knew Heather never went looking
for action. It found her. Great heaping gobs of it. And many of those
partners she could have easily have been envious. And not a few had
turned her head and made her horny as well. Traci had been twelve when
she realized that it was the girls that turned her on, never guys. She
had accepted her Lesbianism immediately. Over the years, she had had a
few very close lovers, but never anyone who affected her like Heather.
Whatever it was about the girl that made her tingle, made her think of
her every waking moment, well, she liked it, wanted it, accepted it.

	When Heather made love to her, she gave her soul to Traci, her
body just happening to be the way to heaven. Traci found herself
almost uncontrollably horny around Heather. If there was something to
the great chemistry theory of sex, they were probably proof of it in
living, fornicating action. Their love making was often almost
uncontrollably tempestuous. Frontal assault kissing. Tongues like
swords, trying to conquer the other, teeth, hands, fingers, toes,
fists, knees, anything that could rub, push, penetrate, tickle or
torture the other was fair game until the other party just passed out
either from violently explosive orgasms or from pure exhaustion. And
coming to was surely a sign that you wanted more. Fuck me again. I can
make you pass out again this time. I will fuck your brains out and
leave you passed out in a pool of your own cum, my body's flow smeared
over your face, hair, neck, tits, stomach, legs, toes.

	Any place, any time. Only the sensitivity of their
teacher/student relationship caused them to show any restraint at all.
Not that a quick car ride away from the campus didn't mean you
couldn't hoist up a skirt, unsnap jeans, and in seconds have fingers
disappearing from view in hot, steamy, soaking pussies, pumping
rapidly until one or the other or both would give a groan and cum, the
gasping catch of breath and sometimes unrestrainable cries signifying
the sought after orgasm was achieved. They used each other's body like
it was their own. And loved every second of it. Totally giving to each
other. And taking if the mood so struck them.

	The previous night had been like that. A dinner at Traci's
apartment, followed by a movie with a bottle of wine slowly
disappearing. By mid-movie, Heather's long, carefully buffed nails
were trapping Traci's nipples and pulling them out and around in
circles, pinching just short of pain, then maybe just a bit more.
Traci had ceased to be able to concentrate on the movie and tried to
relax as Heather brought her along, using her nipples as the only
place she was being touched. Her pussy had cried out for penetration,
a dark stain soaking her panties and jeans, large enough to be visible
to Heather, who grinned in secret, knowing she was getting the better
of Traci. Horny herself, she waited for later. There was never any
doubt that Traci would give as good as she got. Heather's own pants
were not exactly unsullied at this point either.

	Heather had learned long before that Traci was capable of
orgasms through nipple stimulation alone. And tonight, she brought
Traci along, higher and higher in her arousal. Traci moaned and begged
to be fucked, head now back on her lover's shoulder, she whispered
filthy requests, begging and pleading for release, but she knew
Heather would take her this way and secretly wanted it as well, only
the waiting while her body responded so slowly was agony. Ecstasy.
Agony. The minutes passed and her back began to arch. Her breathing
was in explosive, ragged gasps, her belly was on fire with need, solid
with tense nerves, her clit rock hard. Her breasts were swollen from
the stimulation, stretching the skin taut, emphasizing the hot
tightness in her whole chest. And below, her pussy and lower belly
were on fire, and the pressure was mounting steadily, almost
painfully. Traci knew at that exact moment the meaning of the word
ecstasy.

	And then, in perfect timing to Traci's now almost frantic
anguished gasps and moans, Heather pinched the twin nipples hard and
twisted the rapidly from side to side and pulled them out painfully to
their furthest possible extension. Traci yelled, gasped, and began to
come. Her breasts were like liquid lava from the heat. And then
Heather pulled the nipples up again as far as the straining fullness
of her breasts would allow. It hurt, but the fire in their tips shot
sparks into her cunt and her brain finally exploded in a wall of heat
and light.

	They retired to the bedroom and stripped. Heather fucked
Traci's face and immediately came as Traci trapped that outrageous
clit between her teeth and licked it against the roof of her mouth
like some exotic sucker. Falling then into bed, they proceeded to
explore every part of each other like they had never been there
before, cumming and cumming. It was late when exhaustion finally
gripped them both at the same time and they slipped, no, fell into
sleep.

	Now, Heather realized she needed to pee, so she carefully
slipped out of bed and went into the bathroom and relieved herself.
She freshened up a bit and came back into the bedroom. Traci was still
out like a light. It was a bit early yet. Too early to wake Traci up
and fuck her again. What a nice idea, Heather thought. I could use her
tongue up me again. That snake of a tongue. The unspoken thought made
her hot.

	She slipped on a red silk robe that stopped just above her
bush and went into the kitchen and made some tea and sat sipping the
tea and looking over the funny papers in the morning paper. After a
bit, Traci still didn't wake up and Heather got lonely, so she slipped
off the robe and slid into bed behind Traci again, only this time she
was head down, looking right at Traci's framed snatch. The evidence of
their wanton lovemaking was still smeared all over the lips of her
pussy and down the backs of her thighs. Heather leaned forward and
licked some of the dried juice, the taste reminding her of how much
she loved to eat her lover.

	But now, she decided not to wake Traci up, but see just how
horny she could get her before she did awake and become fully aware.
She pulled her long hair around her head and took several small
strands and bunched them together like a paint brush. Like a feather,
she began to slowly paint the cum smeared lips and asshole, slowly,
slowly, rubbing the tips along the tender flesh. Traci did not awake
to the barely perceptible feeling. But her body responded none the
less, and soon, the outer lips began to grow visibly deeper purple and
swell. The swelling continued and her box would have opened to allow
Heather to see up into her at this point, but the pussy was trapped
tightly between Traci's thighs and so, the swollen members pursed and
puffed out. Heather replaced her hair with the very tip of her tongue,
barely touching her partner, she traced the outline of the lips and
then trailed a thick layer of saliva down their centre. The faint
taste of cum told her that Traci was aroused and lubricating behind
those firmly pressed lips. Again and again she tongue fucked the
outside of her lover's box and resisted the urgent desire to just
plunge her tongue inside Traci's honey pot.

	After many minutes of this, she changed tactics and began to
slip one of her long fingernails slowly inside, stopping just before
the tip of her finger would touch Traci. Then out. Then in. Traci gave
a whimper and Heather froze. After a bit, she started again and within
a half minute, Traci gave another whimper. Heather continued on now,
judging that Traci was having a horny wet dream and boy was she ready
to help her along. The very slight gap in the lips caused by the
curved nail was enough to let the dammed lubrication out and now
Heather began to pant herself at sight and smell of her lover's juices
flowing down the back of her thigh and ass.

	Traci began to moan and whimper and her body began to quake
and shake the bed. Still asleep, her horny dream was about to become a
very wet one.

	Judging the moment precisely based on the tenseness of her
lover's body, Heather slid a finger deep into Traci and Traci's pussy
spasmed and gripped it in a vice of orgasming muscles. The muscles
gripped and gripped and the flow continued. Finally, Traci relaxed and
Heather slowly withdrew the wet finger and sucked it clean. And Traci
continued to whimper a bit, but was still asleep!

	Well, that was a new one. She got her off while she was
sleeping! As horny as it made her to not get herself off at that
moment, she decided to wait until Traci got up and get some relief
from her lover. They had the whole day today, anyway. She knew by the
end of it, Traci would have used her up and left her like a dishrag.
And she could hardly wait.

	It was at that moment that the phone rang in the kitchen. She
never answered the phone here. Too risky for Traci for anyone to know
she was there. But, the answering machine kicked in and faintly, she
heard Sherry's voice from the other room.

	"Traci, this is Sherry from the Dr.'s office. Remember me? I
have been trying Heather's apartment and can't reach her. It is urgent
that I speak to her immediately. If you know how to reach her, would
you have her call 555-3597? Thanks. Sorry to bother you so early. A
bit of an emergency here... "

	Heather had jumped out of bed and raced into the kitchen and
picked up just before Sherry hung up.

	"Sherry? Sherry? Are you still on?"

	"Heather? Oh, I didn't expect you to be at Traci's." There was
surprise and a bit of disappointment in her voice.

	"Yeah, well, we sort of have this thing going. I thought you
knew."

	"Well, I didn't. I guess I should have realized, but, well,
listen. That's not important right now. We have a problem. A big
problem." The disappoint evident in her voice was now superseded by
worry.

	"What, what is going on?"

	"Well, remember how we decided I should put Janet under and
then tell her to stop fucking the patients using hypnosis? She was to
go to the bathroom every time she was tempted? Well, last night after
work, I put her under and brought her back to my place for some. Well,
some sex. And that's when the problem started."

	"Well, what? You had sex and she woke up and caught you?"

	"No, just the opposite. We, I mean, I did my thing with her,
took her back to her place, told her her car had broken down and
that's why I was driving her, and then told her forget everything
except the sex with patients thing and told her to wake up."

	"And?"

	"And she didn't. Wake up that is. Heather, I can't get her to
come out of it. I'm scared. I've had her over at my place all night
trying everything I could think of and nothing worked. I hoped she'd
finally go to sleep and wake up OK, but she never drifted off. What
should I do? God, I'm going to lose my job. This is really fucked up."
And she started crying softly into the receiver.

	"OK. Calm down. There must be a reason for this. How are you
doing?"

	"I'm exhausted, ready to fall over, and scared to death. She's
walking around like she's had ten hours of sleep and is ready to go.
Oh, gosh, I'm in so much trouble."

	"Have you told her to forget all the suggestions you gave her
and just wake up?"

	"Yes, I told her everything was off. No dice. Look, I'm coming
over there. And bringing her along."

	"What?! You can't do that! How the hell are we going to
explain... " She never got a chance to finish.

	"I don't care." Sherry was crying. "I don't know what else to
do."

	The click on the phone told Heather it wasn't any use arguing.
Sherry was on her way.

	"Who was that?" Heather almost jumped out of her skin. Traci
had walked up behind her.

	Naked.

	In spite of her confusion over the rapidly unfolding events,
the sight if Traci's flushed face and still hard nipples reminded her
of what she had just done to Traci and her own horny feelings only
moments before.

	"Gosh, girl, I just had the fucking horniest dream I've ever
had in my life. I mean, I was being held captive and couldn't move,
and someone was just licking my pussy and tickling me and in the end,
I just exploded. I need you to fuck me honey, take me right here on
the table." She pushed the papers to the floor.

	Flat on her back, legs apart, her box was glistening with her
love juice from her wet dream. "See? Look at how wet I am! Fuck me
woman. Make me scream." It wasn't a command. It was begging. Pure,
lusty sexual begging. I am your slave, please make me cum in your
face. It couldn't be denied.

	Heather had drifted up to her, between her legs. The phone.
Sherry. This wanton fleshpot begging to be fucked. Her mind spinning,
her head drifted down like a magnet drew it and her tongue appeared
between her opening lips and disappeared into the sopping hole and
Traci cried out.

	"Yes. Oh, yes. Lick me! Ahhhhhhh! Lick it bitch!!!!!! Oh, my
god I'm GOING to CUM ALREADY!! Ohhhh!! OHHHAHHHHH!!!" And she exploded
like some sort of sex bomb, every nerve in her body shorting out. The
session in bed, the wet dream, and now the long hair of her lover
spread over her trembling belly, a hot tongue lashing her insides and
clit were too much and she just came and came. Relentlessly, Heather
took her with an energy driven by her own need. One hand was between
her own legs working feverishly and she came repeatedly in time to
Traci's groans.

	Heather was still licking furiously minutes later when the
doorbell rang. And, with Traci's thighs tightly wrapped around her
ears and heels resting on the small of her back, she didn't hear it.
Traci groaned and came again and her legs lifted a bit as she tensed
and released and this time the urgent ring of the bell broke through.

	Sherry! Oh, shit!

	Heather stood up suddenly and started wrapping her robe back
around her. Not much good it would do, as her tits were almost exposed
by it anyway even when closed and her pussy and ass were just in full
view. Traci was till groaning and slowly opened her eyes.

	"That, lover girl, was fantastic. Come to bed and let me... "
Traci was becoming more focused and realized Heather was pulling back
and looked very, very nervous.

	"What's wrong, honey?" She sat up on the table and slid into
her feet.

	The doorbell went again.

	"Oh, hell, we're both naked. Let me go get a robe." Traci
started to head for the bedroom.

	"Please don't hate me." Heather was pleading.

	Traci stopped in her tracks and looked back. "Hate you? Hate
you for what? Don't be silly!" She started to turn to go.

	"For this. Traci, it's time for you to climb Mt. Olympus." In
desperation, Heather spoke the words that would trigger the
subconscious suggestion left by her lusty doctor, putting her into a
deep trance.

	It had the expected effect. Traci had started to walk forward,
now put her hand on the doorjamb to brace herself as her head sank
down and her eyes closed.

	Heather came over near her. "Traci, can you hear me?" The
doorbell went again, insistently. Sherry must be freaking out.

	"Yes." A whisper.

	"I want you to go to the bed room and get dressed in some
jeans and a nice blouse. Then sit on the bed and wait for me to come
for you. Do you understand?"

	"Yes. Jeans. Blouse. Wait. I understand." She moved slowly
away, as if in a trance. Heather thought to herself. Shit, woman, she
answered herself. She IS in a fucking trance.

	And then she ran to the front door and pulled it open.

	Sherry was there, almost ready to ring the bell again. Her
face was streaked with tears, her eyes glowed red and she looked
frantic and exhausted all at once. "For God's sake, it took you long
enough... " her outburst was stopped by her focusing for a second on
Heather's robe. Heather had never looked finer than at that moment, at
least in an erotic way. Long coiled hair spilling down her back and
front, proud, oversized upthrust tits poking through the robe and
volumes of hair, black pussy hair clearly defining the well of her
womanhood between her legs. And she was giving off that unmistakable
aroma of sex. Recent, lusty, wet sex. Her face, hair, tits and pussy
reeked of it.

	Sherry tuned to Janet and gently guided her into the apartment
and sat her down on the sofa while Heather closed the door.

	Then she turned back to Heather. "I know I'm out of control.
God you look good, babe. I must be interrupting a really good session.
Sorry."

	Heather pulled the robe shut and realized just how naked she
was. Not that she cared about Sherry's seeing her. She liked Sherry
seeing her pussy, actually. But the Dr. was a problem if she suddenly
woke up.

	She gave Sherry a big hug and held her tight. "Look, don't
worry. Right now, go and make us some coffee and let me change. We
have enough problems without you and I starting something up."

	"Well, I can't believe it, but as hot as you make me, right
now I can hardly focus on anything. I'm excited and exhausted. Some
combination. And I'm out of ideas on what to do about little Miss Hot
Box over there."

	"Coffee and I'll be back in a minute."

	"Heather?"

	"Yes." Heather turned back.

	"Don't. Don't wash. You know?"

	"Still a bit horny?" Heather was grinning at the absurdity of
it all. How could Sherry be horny when she was so tired? And then she
thought, hell, I'm horny and I've been getting laid for hours, so it's
just not her, at any rate.

	"Yeah. You smell so fucking lusty. Like a wench in heat or
something. I like it. Best perfume you can wear for me. Remember
that."

	"You are nuts. Let's keep focused, OK? Now, coffee, please"
and she waved her toward the kitchen.

	"Yeah. Focused." Heather's tongue up her that was all she
could focus on all of a sudden. "Focused, that's me." And she went to
the kitchen. Her pussy was wet. Focused. Her clit was tingling. And
she was humming under her breath, "I'm gonna get that girl right INTO
my hair, I'm gonna get that girl right INTO my hair... " Not even
realizing she was changing the words.

	Heather came back ten minutes later and the coffee was hot and
poured. Sherry was sipping hers and looked up. Heather had covered up
pretty well. At least, no naked skin was visible below her neck. But
even above the smell of the fresh coffee, she could still sense the
pure sex of the girl. And she smiled to herself.

	"What? What are you grinning at?" Heather was grinning too.

	"Thanks for not washing up."

	"Oh, THAT. You sex fiend. You're lucky I like to smell hot or
I'd toss you out of here for being lewd to me."

	"You would not. You like it when I talk dirty to you."

	"Well, what they hell are we going to do? I can't keep Traci
out much longer. I feel like I'm playing a mean trick on her."

	"Maybe Janet's afraid to come out because she thinks she's in
trouble because we know about the sex thing with patients." Heather
nodded.

	"You know, that makes a lot of sense. If the medical board or
whatever found out, or a patient filed a lawsuit, she'd be in big
trouble. So, we have to convince her that everything will be OK if she
just stops fucking the patients any more. How are we going to do
that?"

	"Well, let's ask her if she's scared of being found out first.
Then we can try to sort it out."

	Sherry led the way into the living room. Her beautiful blond
hair was a mess. Dirty, stringy, dull. A real rat's nest of tangles.
Wonder what the hell she had Janet doing to her before it all went
wrong, Heather was thinking as well. Sure would love to wash her hair
for her and brush it out. Sherry was too focused on Janet to care
about her hair.

	Sherry sat next to Janet and began to speak softly to her.

	"Janet, can you hear me?"

	"Yes."

	"Janet, did you enjoy having sex with your patients?"

	A baby voice, ashamed, scared, "Yes. Oh, yes."

	"Did it make you hot?"

	"Yes. Very hot. Just thinking about making them have sex with
me. Yes."

	"What would happen if one of them found out what you were
doing?"

	Janet seemed to shrink and fear etched her face. "It would
be... terrible. Embarrassed. I'd would lose my license to practice.
Leave town. Leave you."

	Sherry seemed taken aback at that last.

	"Leave me? That would bother you?"

	"Yes. Oh, yes." Her voice was very small. "I love you."

	Sherry looked stunned. Heather was stunned as well.

	"You've never told me that you liked me."

	"I never had the nerve. To tell another woman I loved her.
Please don't be mad at me."

	Sherry put her arm around the trembling woman. "I'm not mad at
you, Janet. I just never knew. I promise I'm not mad at you. I like
you too." Janet seemed to perk up a bit.

	"It's OK. To love you?" The little girls voice. How incredibly
vulnerable she sounded.

	"Yes, of course it's OK."

	It was silent for a moment.

	Heather mouthed to Sherry, "She never told you, or gave you a
sign?"

	Sherry whispered. "Nothing. And I've got pretty damn good
radar. God, this woman must be really repressed."

	"How does that make you feel?"

	Sherry looked confused.

	"I really don't know. She's very nice and very sexy, and I've
often thought we could be close friends, but it was work and I didn't
want to mess it up. Sex at work can be bad news. Especially with the
boss. Maybe I wasn't being very approachable for her."

	"I didn't find that a problem." Heather was grinning.

	"Yeah, well, there must be chemistry with us, or something."
Sherry grinned weakly back at Heather.

	"Janet, we know you have had sex with your patients."

	"Yes."

	"Does it make you afraid?"

	"Oh, yes." Janet was shaking. She looked terrified.

	"Now listen to me Janet. No one is going to tell anyone about
your little secret. But you must stop and not do it any more. If you
feel you need to have sex, you are to ask me to go to the ladies room
with you. I promise I will make love to you. Then you can leave the
patient alone. Do you think you can do that?"

	"Make love to me. When I need to have sex."

	"Yes, any time. You must just ask me. I promise never to say
no to you."

	Sherry was looking at Heather for a sign. Maybe jealousy?
Heather was surprised at Sherry's offer of free relations on demand,
but other than that, she was basically happy this was all going to
wrap up. Now to get them out of here.

	It was quiet for a moment.

	Janet whispered. "Traci."

	Heather asked, "What about Traci, Janet?"

	"Traci, must not know. But she makes me very hot."

	Heather volunteered, "She finds you very attractive. Traci
told me if you want to have sex with her, you should ask."

	"Traci, ask her?"

	"Yes, just ask her. She's very sexy and likes a lot of sex.
With women."

	"Ohhhh... "

	"Do you think you could wake up now?"

	"Yes, I can wake up now."

	Heather was alarmed. "Wait, into the kitchen. We have to
talk."

	She dragged Sherry into the kitchen.

	"Are you nuts? She can't wake up here! What are we going to
say to her about why she is here. Or Traci, for that matter?"

	"Let's just plant the thought that Traci invited us both to
breakfast and we'll cook something and set up the plates and plant
them at the table and bring them out of it together, in mid-
conversation. Can't miss."

	"Right, and you look like hell, Traci's naked in there, well,
no, I told her to get dressed."

	Sherry pressed on, "Look, let me shower and brush out and you
cook. What?"

	"Oh, nothing."

	"What, come on."

	"Well, I wanted to wash your hair."

	Sherry looked surprised and very, very pleased. "I'll save it
for you. You can join me in the shower. Give me a five minute head
start in there and then slip in." She grinned. "Into anything you
want."

	Heather grinned back. And they both jumped up.

	It took only minutes to set the table, start up some bacon on
low heat and get ready to make toast and fry eggs. Breakfast would be
easy to whip up. Off in the distance, Heather heard the shower start.

	She slipped into the bedroom and Traci was still sitting in
the chair, head down. Heather pulled her blouse off and slipped out of
her jeans. Not having any underwear on was definitely a plus in these
circumstances. In the bathroom, she made sure there were several
towels out, got her hair dryer from under the sink and several clean
brushes and then, carefully pulled open the show door and stepped in
behind Sherry.

	Sherry had her back turned to her and possibly for the first
time, Heather marvelled at the sleek body of this woman. Slightly
taller than Heather, her blond hair was now wet and hung in a water
slick mass down the centre of her back to just above her tail. Not
only was her hair luxurious, but there was plenty of it. Almost too
thick. Probably a real pain to take care of properly. The square
shoulders tapered to a narrow waist and the trim hips of a swimmer.
Her legs were pencil straight, with a perfect gradual reduction in
thickness from the pussy down to her nice ankles and small feet. Not
visible from this close angle were the two pert, almost hard mounds
that graced her front.

	Her knew those tits would be hard from the sting of the shower
spray and without warning, stepped up against Sherry, pressing her own
jiggling tits hard into her back and reached around with both hands
and took the grapefruit sized mounds into her hands and squeezed.

	"Ahhhhhh! Oh, Heather, honey, that is sooooo... nice. You
really do know my hot spots. Ahhhhh.!!" Heather squeezed harder and
pinched the nipples, now hard points.

	She was as soaked as Sherry at this point and her own
lengthening nipples dragged down Sherry's back as she squatted behind
the woman's tight ass and reached in and buried two fingers deep in
her waiting pussy. Sherry moved her legs further apart and Heather
responded with another finger, their thrusting and strumming getting
Sherry to the brink of orgasm in seconds flat.

	"Shit. Oh, SHIT! That's GOOD!" Her breath was ragged and
tearing as she fought to breath and at the same time welcome the
orgasm that was about to tear through her. "I'm cummmmmmm... !!" No
good. Her breath was driven from her and Heather stroked on, faster
and faster.

	"No. Oh, no. I can't. No more oh baby oh baby oh oh oh OH OH!
Ohhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhh!" She exploded again. Heather was a woman and gave
Sherry what she herself liked.

	Once more over Sherry's almost desperate pleadings and Sherry
collapsed weakly against the stall wall, groaning from her release.
Heather picked up the shampoo and worked it into the woman's almost
impossibly thick mass of hair. Soon, a flood of suds mixed with the
trickle of lubrication draining from Sherry and disappeared down the
drain.

	Sherry finally pushed away from the wall and kissed Heather
hard. Passionately, groaning into her mouth. Her tongue announced its
entrance as a hot poker tearing around Heather's mouth like a wild
animal.

	Heather suddenly felt Sherry's fingers glide down her belly,
through the forest of hair and she stiffened as Sherry took her as
violently and relentlessly has she herself had taken her. As the
shower wet fingers slid home into her honey pot, she cried out into
Sherry's mouth. Her enormous clit was fully extended and Sherry
trapped it between her palm and Heather's belly and rubbed it as she
pumped her fingers in and out.

	Heather's mouth tore free. "Oh, my God, that's ahhhh uaaaaaaa
nnnnn" She exploded from the heat in her pussy. The pumping fingers
picked up speed and her rock hard clit was super sensitive as Sherry
rolled it up and down through the matt of hair on her lower belly. The
nerves were screaming, but her belly bucked and she felt herself jerk
and then her legs turned to water and she came again so hard she saw
stars. Sherry held her up with fingers buried deep.

	One more for good measure at a slightly slower pace and then
they just held each other, the water streaming down over them.

	"Sherry, honey, let's get your hair rinsed and we have got to
get this show on the road." She kissed the blond hard on the mouth,
her tongue swiftly sweeping the inside of Sherry's mouth. "That was
really different. I liked that a lot. Like you just raped me. Or
something. It was so fast."

	"Me too. Ummm. OK, rinse me."

	Heather worked at getting all the soap out, but it took time.
Finally she killed the water and reached out, grabbed a towel and
began drying Sherry's hair by patting it down between layers of towel
and Sherry did the same for Heather. Then they stepped out and
towelled each other off quickly, with a lingering quick slip of the
finger into their still very moist slits. That had both of them
grinning.

	"Oh, shit, I smell burning bacon. I'll be right back." Heather
sprinted to the kitchen and found just a little of the bacon was
turning dark and she turned it and laid the slices out on the other
side and let it cook, lowering the heat. She turned a burner on as low
as possible under the egg pan and slipped in some bacon grease and ran
back to the bedroom.

	Sherry was in the bathroom blowing her hair dry, but it was
clear this was going to take a while. Heather towelled hers again and
decided to dress and go cook. She told Sherry and went and finished
the breakfast preliminaries.

	Checking the plates and everything, she helped Sherry run a
brush through the now brilliantly restored blond hair that cascaded
down her back like a cape for a minute and then announced it was now
or never.

	She guided Traci into the kitchen and Sherry got Janet from
the living room and they placed them opposite each other. Then they
filled their coffee cups and took a deep breath.

	"OK, now, you wake them up. Make sure to tell them why they
are here and to forget anything else that happened. Ready?" Heather
inquired.

	Sherry nodded. "Now, Traci, Janet. Can you hear me?"

	"Yes." A chorus of replies.

	And she gave them her instructions. And then started the
countdown to five. Coming out, waking up, fully awake.

	"Hey, you guys, how many times do I have to ask you how you
like your eggs?" Heather sounded a bit impatient.

	Traci and Janet just blinked and looked around, clearly
puzzled.

	"Well?"

	Sherry chirped. "Two, over easy please. And is a piece of
toast, not too dark, possible? I seem to be ravenous this morning."

	"Great, now we're cooking. Traci, I suppose you want the usual
one egg sunny side up?"

	Traci smiled and just said "Of course."

	Janet still looked puzzled, but ordered two eggs over easy and
sipped her coffee.

	"I'm so glad you asked us over. You have such a nice place.
And Heather appears to be the perfect short order cook." Sherry kept
up the light banter.

	"That's artist to you, lady. I'll kill the first person who
ever calls me a cook again!"

	Everyone laughed as Heather expertly slid finished eggs and
toast on plates. The bacon was on a plate in the middle for all to
grab. The burned edges were carefully hidden.

	"God, I'm famished. You'd think I was up all night rowing a
boat or something." Heather said, smiling at Traci.

	"Well, that's not far off the mark, I think." Everyone
laughed. Traci was always sure to let everyone know their love making
was, if nothing else, long and energetic.

	But Janet was still quite puzzled. "You know." She paused.
Heather and Sherry waited with baited breath. "You know, I must be
working too hard. I'm only now beginning to enjoy this morning. Must
have needed the coffee more than usual. I really do feel like I've
been up all night." She plowed into her eggs.

	"But you look so relaxed."

	"You know. I am. Like something has been lifted off my
shoulders." She continued to eat.

	"Me too." Traci said.

	"It's like I could just fall right asleep." She looked back
and forth at Heather and Sherry.

	"Janet, maybe it's time for Heather and Sherry to go play
jumping jacks."

	"Yes, they should." Traci smiled at Janet over her coffee cup
as Sherry and Heathers' eyes closed and their heads sunk to their
chests.

	They both burst out laughing. Traci dug into her egg. "Can you
believe how easy this was? They both walked right into it." She shook
her head in wonderment.

	But Janet got a curious look on her face. "Do you remember us
planning to do this at breakfast?"

	"Come to think of it, no I don't. But I'm awfully busy, and,
well, it must have slipped my mind. I mean, we talked about it so many
times in your office. Where and when to get them together and how to
get them under our control. And what game to play with them. Gosh,
Janet, seeing them under like this really has me all hot and bothered.
You were right about what a powerful feeling it gives you."

	Not looking totally convinced, Janet nodded. And kept staring
at Traci. She picked at her food for a bit, then looked up.

	"I. I, well, there is something I've been meaning to ask you.
I. Well. " She took a deep breath. "I think you're very sexy, and I
mean, well, could we go out?" The last was a surprise and Janet had no
idea why she said it. And turned beet red.

	"I was wondering if you'd ask me. I'd love to. As a matter of
fact, I think you're sexy too. And with these two sleeping beauties
here, right now might be a good time to have a date."

	"You mean, now?"

	"Sure." She took Janet's hand in hers. "Come on. I made the
bed."

	"But."

	"No buts. If you date me, lady, you better bring a change of
underwear with you at all times. I have a big appetite." And led her
to the bedroom.

	And paused in the door. "Well, I'll be damned. I could have
sworn I made that bed. Oh, well, we're just going to mess it up
anyway." And she pulled Janet very gently toward her and they kissed.
She shut the door but in less than five minutes, Janet's moans began
to be heard through the apartment.

	Heather and Sherry slept on. The bacon got cold. 

		      The Adventures of Heather
				 by
				Ramapo
			       Part 25

	Karin knocked on the door and waited for Heather to let her
in. After a few minutes, she knocked again, louder. Did Heather forget
they were supposed to go shopping this morning for some hot outfits?
No, her car was out in the parking lot.

	Another wait and she realized that either Heather forgot, or
she was still asleep. Hopefully alone. It was that last thought that
brought a big grin to her face and she reached over the sill of the
door, found Heather's emergency key and unlocked the door. Then she
replaced the key carefully and let herself into the apartment.

	There was no one in the apartment in the living room or the
study room where Heather did her school work and paintings. But she
could smell freshly cooked bacon and eggs, so she decided that maybe
she should make her presence known and not frighten her.

	"Heather, it's Karin," she called softly toward the kitchen,
advancing slowly. "Heather?" Still no response.

	She reached the kitchen door and peeked in. To her amazement,
she found Heather fast asleep at the table with a gorgeous lean blonde
leaning on her shoulder, a plenitude of her silky blond hair cascading
down over Heather's front, only the tip of Heather's large breast was
pushing the blouse above the tide of hair. Just the sight of Heather's
gorgeous boobs, even covered as they were, reminded Karin how hot she
was to go to bed with Heather again. This morning had seemed such a
great opportunity after they had shopped and bought a bunch of sexy
stuff. There had to be time afterward to come back and try it all on
again for each other and then...

	She sighed. Who was the blond? Another lover. She didn't
wonder at that. Heather was SO attractive and from the short time she
had known her, she had observed just what a cunt magnet she was. If
they were at all inclined, they just picked up on her and came
running. Turning her thoughts back to the tableau in front of her, she
decided this couldn't be Traci. She was too young. And, even though
she could see her figure only above the waist, she could see that this
girl's breasts were considerably smaller than Heather's description of
Traci's shape. No, not Traci.

	It was then she realized what a strange situation she was
looking at. There were four plates on the table, all with warm food on
them, some partially eaten. Warm coffee still steamed from several
cups. Even more remarkable was the fact that there was still food on
Heather and the blonds' forks, as though they fell asleep in mid bite.
Heather was breathing quietly, but the blond was snoring gently. Even
though she had only recently begun to realize she was bi-sexual and
attracted to girls as well as men, Karin felt an immediate strong
attraction to the blond. That hair sure was gorgeous. Must be a lot of
work, but worth it if you could get it to look like that. She felt a
bit jealous.

	She found her hand running over her own medium length sun
splashed brunette pony tail. She knew her own hair was pretty nice,
but her job just didn't leave much opportunity to do much in the way
of fancy hair styles and she'd never grown it really long, as it went
out of fashion while she was still in high school. Heather's darker
hair was nice too, long and permed for body, she was a real babe with
all that volume hanging and swaying down her back almost to her waist.
Heather had told her how sensuous it always felt on her bare back. How
it made her nipples hard to walk around without a top and let it brush
back and forth across her lower back.

	Long, yes, she'd let it grow long. To hell with the job. She'd
just bind it up at work.

	All this took only seconds. What the name of hell was going
on?

	"Heather?" She didn't move or respond.

	"Heather?" This time she pushed her on the shoulder a bit.
Still nothing. What the heck, it was as if...

	"Don't bother, she's been hypnotized."

	Karin almost jumped out of her skin at the sound of Traci's
unexpected voice behind her.

	"Oh!" She gasped and gave a large start and had to put a hand
out to steady herself as her knees almost gave way.

	"Sorry to frighten you. Who are you and how did you get in?"
Traci wasn't particularly afraid of the woman. She instantly assumed
she was another friend of Heather's that she didn't know about yet.

	It took a second for Karin to find her voice, her heart was
still racing. "I'm Karin, a friend of Heather's. I used her emergency
key over the door. We were supposed to go shopping and she didn't
answer the door. I thought maybe she overslept."

	"Traci." She held out her hand. She almost added "Heather's
permanent sex partner", or lover, or life partner, or something to
stake a claim. She immediately sensed that, yes, here was another of
Heather's moths to the flame. A quick once over revealed the reason
for the attraction. Pretty, great figure, wonderful hips and legs.
Dazzling smile. A bit nervous at the moment. Not just wonderful hips,
truly great hips. Like her own. And she knew how crazy Heather got for
her down there.

	"Can I ask what is going on here?" Karin inquired.

	"Well, that, is a long and complex story, and a bit confusing.
I'm not sure I understand it all myself."

	"Try. Can't we wake her up?" She looked over at Heather.

	"Well, maybe in a bit. Let's go in the living room and chat.
Would you like some coffee?"

	"Please."

	Cups filled, they settled into opposite ends of the love seat.
Karin had discretely watched Traci walk around and saw that Heather's
detailed intimate description of Traci's charms was totally on target.
Traci's large full breasts did shimmer in a totally enticing pattern
as she moved around. Her own smaller, firmer breasts had a bit of
bounce to them if she went braless, but Traci's were almost hypnotic
and she felt her own level of arousal grow. It didn't hurt that Traci
was extremely attractive and very relaxed, even inviting, to boot.

	"From the beginning. OK. I started going to a psychiatrist
about a year ago to deal with some issues I had. I don't think we need
to go into that. Anyway, at one of the sessions, Janet, the Dr., she
told me she couldn't see me anymore, as she was finding herself very
attracted to me and felt she would compromise the doctor-patient
relationship if I continued as a patient. We talked for a while, and
it turned out that she wanted to hypnotize me as part of the therapy,
but that she felt she might use the opportunity to do something sexual
with me while I was under, so she couldn't proceed. She made it plain
that she had never had a problem like this with other women patients,
but she was very careful about maintaining a proper doctor/patient
relationship at all times. A personal and professional code of ethics.
I was very impressed, I can tell you. It took a lot of guts for her to
say it."

	"I was very surprised at her open discussion of this, and very
impressed with her honesty. I asked her why she didn't just ask me to
go out, or something. You should have seen her. She blushed bright
red and admitted she was very attracted to women, but never had to
courage to do anything about it."

	"Anyway, I told her that she didn't need to be afraid to put
me under, as I completely trusted her. If she wanted to go out and
experiment a bit, she should just ask. She thought it over and a
couple of weeks later, she agreed and we continued the sessions.
Along the way, we did go out a few times. No, Heather doesn't know.
Just as I didn't know about you." She looked over at Karin and Karin
blushed bright red.

	"Anyway, we would get to talking about hypnotism and one night
she told me that she had hypnotized her receptionist, Sherry - the
blond in the kitchen - without her knowledge. She planted the thought
that the receptionist would believe that she had actually hypnotized
Janet, instead of the other way around, and she should use this to put
her under and have sex with her whenever she wanted."

	"Then, she would pretend to be hypnotized when Janet would say
the trigger words and they would have sex. Lot's of it, apparently, as
Sherry has a pretty big appetite in that category. And Janet loved it,
as she found that pretending for her was a very powerful turn on. And
allowed her to have lesbian sex without having to deal with her hang-
ups about it. She's very, very fond of Sherry. I think she loves her,
in fact. She hasn't had the courage to face that, or Sherry, outside
of the fake hypnotic sessions."

	"Sounds a bit perverted to me." Karin slipped in her thoughts.

	"Well, it get's a bit worse, I'm afraid. One day, I had to
have Heather drop me at Janet's for a session and she came up to wait
in the cool waiting room. Somehow, Sherry managed to hypnotize
Heather and plant a code word in her mind. She also told Heather about
the game with Janet and the code word she used to hypnotize her. And
the code word for real that Janet used to hypnotize me during the
session. And about the sex thing with Janet. Are you clear on all
this?"

	"Yes, I think so. Let's see, Janet hypnotizes you for real,
but it's strictly professional. No hanky-panky. Sherry only thinks
she hypnotizes Janet, and when pretending, Janet and Sherry have sex.
Lots of sex. Sherry hypnotizes Heather for real and plants a post
hypnotic suggestion to put her under again. And spills the beans, as
she knows or understands them, to Heather. Right?"

	"Yes, OK. Well, Heather got real concerned about me being
hypnotized for sex without me knowing, thinking that Janet was abusing
me. Apparently Sherry thought it might actually be happening as well.
The day Heather was there at the office, I did take off my blouse to
let it dry a bit, as it was so damn hot out. I must have been sloppy
about tucking in or something, so they jumped to conclusions. She and
Sherry decided to stop Janet to protect me by planting a suggestion
for her to have sex with Sherry every time she wanted to have sex with
a patient."

	"It was all very stupid. I could have just told Heather the
truth about Janet and me and that would have ended it, but it got
carried away and crazy last night. Sherry hypnotized Janet and took
her home and they had some very hot sex. Then, she planted the
thoughts to get her to think of Sherry about sex instead of her
patients. Only, Janet decided to have some fun and not wake up. She
drove Sherry crazy and then felt she couldn't figure out how to come
to, so just kept playing she was under. Sherry decided to bring her
over here to figure out with Heather what they should do."

	"I was here and Heather must have used the trigger word to
hypnotized me. I woke up at the breakfast table with them chatting
away. Janet was playing along and acted as if she just woke up. Then,
we got carried away and hypnotized them. And there they sit."

	Karin didn't know what to think. Mostly, what the hell!

	"Where is Janet?" She finally asked.

	"Asleep in the bedroom. She and Sherry were up all night and
were pretty damn active, if you know what I mean. She was exhausted.
They're both exhausted, in fact."

	"Let's wake up Heather, at least. I want to go shopping." And
get her away from you idiots, she was thinking. And then realized that
Traci probably wanted Heather to stay home with her. Damn, double
damn.

	"That's a great idea, actually. I need to get her out of here
so I can get Janet home as well. I'll go wake her up. Wait here."

	"Traci?"

	"Yes?"

	"You guys need to knock off all this hypnotism stuff. Somebody
is going to get hurt or screwed up. It's weird."

	"I know. Maybe you can help."

	"Ummm, I don't know, but I'll think about it."

	Traci disappeared into the kitchen and a few minutes later,
she reappeared with Heather in tow.

	"Gosh, I completely forgot! Let me change real quick and we
are out of here. Be right back." And she ran into the bedroom to
change. And in a minute was back.

	"Traci, what the hell is Janet doing sleeping in my bed?" She
was very puzzled.

	"She came over with Sherry this AM and fell asleep right in
the middle of breakfast, remember? We put her in there a while ago.
Gosh, talk about being forgetful."

	"I forgot." Heather looked puzzled. What a morning. First she
forgot Karin, then Janet being in the bed. Wow. She ran back in and
changed into jeans and a top and ran a brush through the volume of her
hair. Just a touch of lipstick, a pair of flats with no socks and she
reappeared.

	"Let's go. Back later Traci. Are you going to be here?"

	"Maybe. I have to run a bunch of errands. We'll see. Have fun.
Don't spend too much money." Knowing full well that Heather had a
pocketbook full of credit cards with huge limits, backed by her
parents. Not that Heather ever spent much on herself. Actually, a
spoiled but frugal woman.

	"OK!" And they were out the door.

				* * *


	Traci went back into the bedroom and watched Janet sleep for a
moment, then she made a cup of hot coffee, cleaned up the kitchen and
read the morning paper. Finally, she decided to wake up Sherry and
let her deal with Janet later.

	"Sherry, I'm going to count to five slowly and when I reach
five, you'll be fully awake. Can you hear me?"

	The answer was a continuation of the gentle snoring that had
been filling the kitchen. Traci decided Sherry had actually fallen
asleep, just as exhausted as Janet from the night's activities. Serves
her right.

	She managed to get her just awake enough to walk her into the
bedroom and lay down on the bed next to Janet. She covered them both
up, left a note on the kitchen table for them if they woke up while
she and Heather were gone. Once last check to make sure the door was
locked and she was out the door.

				* * *


	Heather and Karin pulled up in front of the lingerie shop in
an exclusive neighbourhood. Karin had been watching the very expensive
homes they were passing and knew the shop would be way too expensive
for her budget. Well, maybe she'd find something simple, just to save
face.

	They parked and just before they got out, Heather reached
over, ran her fingers around behind Karin's head, tangling the hair in
her fingers and kissed Karin very deeply for some minutes. When they
pulled back, Karin was very hot.

	"Now look, my Mom and Dad have tons of money. I never spend
much of it, even though they don't care how much I spend, as long as I
do well at school. What I'm trying to say is, just pick out what you
want and let me pay for it all. It's just a gift from them to us.
OK?"

	Karin hesitated. She was very proud of being out on her own,
making her own way. And doing very well at it. "I don't know."

	"What's the use of having a rich friend if you never take
advantage of it once in a while?" Heather laughed. "Come on, before I
kiss you again and we never get to shopping at all."

	Karin smiled. THAT was the truth. And that settled it. They
jumped out, locked up the car and walked inside arm-in-arm.

	"Hi Heather! Long time no see!" A pretty woman with a very
trim figure greeted them from the back of the store.

	"Hi Jean. This is my friend Karin. We are here to do some
serious damage to your stock. You still on commission?" The woman had
walked up to them and shook hands with Karin, looking her over
quickly. Not exclusively sexually, but also a habit from fitting
people. This babe would be a joy to fit, she decided instantly.
Perfect sized breasts to fit almost everything in the store and make
the top fill out properly, and great waist/hips combo to really show
off anything with french cut legs. And that deep tan was going to make
anything white on her sensational, especially if she was tan all over.

	"No, not anymore. I bought the place! Can you believe it?"

	"That's super! How's business?" Heather gave her a hug. Karin
sensed immediately that the two were just friends and the hug wasn't
sexual. She relaxed. And was surprised at herself for even wondering.

	"It's been really good. I'm going to start a second store down
on your side of town with a line just a little bit cheaper to let the
poor students enjoy the finer things as well. I just need to find a
good store manager." She was walking them over toward long racks and
shelves of every conceivable type of lingerie Karin could imagine. In
the back, she spotted a whole line of leather products. Jean spotted
her gazing around.

	"Latex stuff is in the back, if that's your thing. I found a
lot of people are interested, but won't be caught dead looking at it
in public."

	"You mean rubber stuff?" Karin asked.

	"You bet. The works. You'd look great in a rubber merry widow,
Karin. Just the right boobs and waist. Oh, the sex toys are back there
as well, in the usual place. OK, you're on your own. Just put the
stuff you pick out on the counter over here and we'll settle up when
you're done."

	"Great Jean. OK, Karin, let's shop. What do you like?"

	"I LOVE silk stuff. And," her voice dropped, "can we check out
the rubber room before we leave? I've never even seen any of that type
of thing."

	"Sure, why are you whispering?" Heather laughed. "I agree
with Jean, a rubber outfit would look outrageous on you. Definitely
have to do that before we leave."

	Karin grinned. This was going to be fun. And hot. She headed
for the racks of silk underwear and began picking out silk panties.
Jean materialized at her elbow. "Do you shave?"

	"What?"

	"Your pussy. Do you shave it?"

	Jean's question was a total surprise. "Ummm, no. I mean, I
trim a bit for bathing suits in the Summer, but... " She had
considered it once, but it was to far out for her at the time.

	"Well, if you want to get the real erotic thrill of silk as
only a woman can experience it, you need to try it on a bare pussy.
Now that is a real treat, and it lasts all day, every day."

	"Really? I didn't know that. I've never actually shaved
myself. Not brave enough, I guess."

	"Want to try it?" Now this question was an even bigger
surprise.

	"You mean now?"

	"Sure. I've got a nice bathroom in back and all the equipment
we need. I'll help you this first time." A statement inviting herself
to have very intimate contact with her.

	"I... "

	Heather overheard the conversation and wandered over.

	"Go ahead. She's never convinced me to do it, but that is
because Traci likes me really bushy. But some of my friends swear it's
the only way to go. And they agree with her about the silk on bare
pussy thing. Say it's heaven."

	Jean laughed and said, "Well, young lady, it's two against
one! Let's do it." She grabbed Karin's elbow and they headed back to
the bathroom, Karin looking back nervously over her shoulder at
Heather, who grinned and waved her on to the bathroom.

	What am I getting myself into, Karin thought on the way. And
felt her belly tighten with anticipation of being intimately touched
between her legs.

	They settled in and Jean soon had Karin out of her jeans and
panties. Karin's bush was a nice light brown and not very thick. Jean
observed that yes, Karin was tan all over. Not a tan line to be seen.

	"Oh, you'll have it easy, Karin. Here, sit on the chair and
put your legs over the sides." This opened Karin completely up to
Jean. "I'm glad you're not nervous. You're not, are you?" She glanced
up.

	"Well, a bit. I don't usually have another woman touching me
down there. Especially with a razor! Only my Doctor." She was very
tense.

	"And Heather?" Jean laughed lightly, busy at the sink running
hot water.

	"Well, now that you mention it, yes." She was blushing bright
red again.

	"Don't be embarrassed. Heather beds an amazing number of
people. She's not my type, but we get along great as friends. Now you,
on the other hand... " Her voice trailed off as she lightly ran her
fingers over Jean's womanhood, almost absentmindedly. It was clear she
was comfortable being in charge and knew her way around a woman's
sensitive parts intimately. She detected that Karin was already damp
with anticipation. Jean liked her women hot and hairless, and Karin
held out every promise of being the former and in minutes would
definitely be the latter.

	Karin shivered from the sensation. Jean picked up a pair of
scissors and began to clip while Karin watched intently. Jean's
fingers were very gentle and she was very careful with the scissors as
she worked. Soon, a modest pile of clipped hair was on the seat of
the chair and Jean ran her fingers over Karin again and again. Karin
was getting very aroused from all this contact on these sensitive
areas. And Jean knew exactly how to guide her arousal upward. One
finger lingered just a moment on the now puffy mound above Karin's
still shrouded clit and Karin shivered again and gave an involuntary
sign and breathy whimper.

	"OK, now a hot towel to soften everything up, then we use the
razor." She went to the sink and ran the water very hot and soaked a
wash cloth. Jean was already dripping herself from handling Karin's
pussy. She found shaving another woman an intense turn on and always
made a big deal out of making it last forever. After making sure the
clothe wasn't too hot, she carefully applied it. The heat roared
through Karin's already tense groin and belly and began to relax her a
bit, the nervous tension draining away and an almost overwhelming
sensation of erotic heat flowed through her nervous system. After a
couple of minutes of patting it and gently moving it around, all quite
unnecessary, Jean removed it and spread on shaving cream. Her fingers
lingered a bit here and there over the now slightly swollen lips and
stroked them, knowing they were now many times more sensitive than
when they started. Karin was now fully wet from the inside and her
breathing was definitely getting shaky.

	"OK?" Karin nodded. A fingertip slid inside the now very
swollen lips. Karin looked up and locked eyes with Jean. The finger
slowly slid in her vagina to its full length and Karin groaned. The
delightful sensation caused her hips to buck and try to drive the
finger in deeper. It withdrew a bit. And her hips settled back down,
but her pussy cried out at its withdrawal.

	Razor now raised, Jean shifted her focus from seducing this
eager woman and became very intense as she worked, carefully guiding
the new razor over the very sensitive skin. Finally, she pulled the
now inflamed red lips out straight, stretching the skin tight, and in
several careful swipes, they were cleaned of all trace of hair.
Karin's mound followed quickly. The wash cloth removed all the rest
of the cream and Jean began to slowly rubbed lotion into the now bare
skin to sooth and prevent irritation. The lotion was carefully applied
and the stroking and rubbing went on much longer than necessary just
to apply it. Karin's breath was tight and her belly was tightening as
Jean's fingers found all her hot spots. Her bare pussy felt so much
more sensitive than ever before. And Jean's expert manipulation had
every nerve in her pussy and belly screaming. She was on fire.

	Karin's eyes closed and she sighed and groaned a bit. Please
don't stop, her mind was crying to itself, but she was unable to
verbalize it for Jean.

	"Should I stop?" Jean asked quietly, her fingers still busy,
sensing Karin's need to be finished off.

	Karin knew she should say no with Heather right outside.
Casual sex with a stranger in the bathroom of a store. But it felt so
fucking good. And her pussy was clearly in charge at the moment. She
was too far gone to just stop. "No. That feels wonderful." Jean
responded to Karin's reply by now sliding two of her long fingers and
carefully polished and buffed red nails deep into the inflamed cunt.
Very slowly, she pumped and watched the strong emotions of lust
flicker across Karin's face in reaction. Jean loved to watch her
lover's face as she fucked them and her own belly tightened in
response to Karin's now uninhibited display. The feeling of power over
Karin was overwhelming and she was tingling. The heat of the pussy
gripping her fingers in spasms was another immense turn on. Soon, she
would experience the moment she craved the most.

	Jean slowly leaned down and used her hot tongue to run up and
down the now very swollen outer lips. Karin gasped at the touch of the
hot wet tongue and groaned loudly. "My god, that's good. Oh, Oh." Jean
continued to lick. This was so completely different shaved. Like
another ten thousand nerves were now alive. Karin was now almost
dripping as she got hotter and hotter.

	"I want to eat you."

	"Yes, oh yes, eat me. Put your tongue in me. Ohhhhhhh... "
Jean complied, driving her long tongue deep inside Karin's now fully
inflamed box. As she did, she ran a hand up under her own skirt and
pulled her own silk lace panties aside from her own opening and pushed
three fingers in as deep as they would go. Her groan was muffled deep
in Karin's cunt.

	Karin's legs were wrapped over the arms of the chair and she
levered her pelvis up again and again to meet the thrusting tongue.
Her arms gripped the chair in spastic clenches as Jean's tongue lapped
out the copious lubrication now pouring from Karin's deliciously naked
pink pussy.

	Karin's face was a continuous motion of lust driven
contortions as her sex drive kicked into overtime and she began to
build rapidly to an orgasm.

	Even in her own rapid climb to orgasm, Jean sensed the pending
explosion and began to flick Karin's clit with her tongue each time
she came up for air.

	And then Karin gave a grunt, the breath was driven from her by
a massive release as her orgasm took her by storm. Her pelvis mashed
her pussy tight against Jean's eager mouth and a wild groan announced
her rapidly approaching orgasm to the world. Jean continued to suck on
the swollen clit and Karin immediately released again.

	"Oh, my... ohmyohohoh... my... god. No. No! NO! Ahhhhhhhhhh!"

	Jean's hand moved rapidly in an out of her own honey pot and
her thumb began to mash her clit and she joined Karin, her own cry a
small squeak, lost in Karin's much louder outburst.

	It was some minutes before her head cleared. "Oh, was I
making a lot of noise?" Her voice was a whisper and her hands were
still shaking. She never made sounds when she came.

	"A bit. Quite delightful, I can assure you. I like my women
noisy. And a bit raunchy."

	Karin realized through the continuing fog of her post orgasmic
letdown that Jean had just seduced her and was bragging about it. She
was in control. And Karin knew it.

	She grinned at Karin. "Now, let's try on those silk shorts
while your pussy is still delightfully swollen so you get the full
effect!" Grabbing a towel, she dried the inflamed pussy after making a
point of slipping a slim index finger in full length and then licking
it off while Karin stared.

	You're still mine, the action said. Karin's pussy screamed for
more.

	Then Jean slid one leg of the dainty panties up Karin's leg as
Karin managed to weakly swing the other onto the floor and begin to
stand up. Jean helped her step into the other leg hole and then she
pulled the panties up onto Karin's hips. As the silk cupped her pussy,
she gave a little sigh. What a delightful feeling! Like a gentle hand
gripping her in a bed of feathers. Her pussy was still throbbing from
orgasm and the nerves were still alive with remembering the finger
just recently inserted. All of these feelings came together between
her legs and she felt a bit overwhelmed.

	"Walk around a little." Jean gave her a little gentle push
with her hand up under Karin's blouse in the small of her back,
stretching her control as long as she could.

	She walked to the door and back. The silk gripped her naked
pussy and pulled gently over the bare skin. She tingled!

	"My goodness, that feels completely different! And very nice!
Wow, you were right! I'll take five pair!"

	Jean laughed. "These are on me, my treat. So you'll think of
me when you wear them." She winked.

	"Well, I won't forget you, I can tell you that!"

	"I hope not."

	Jean gave her a hug and, jeans and shoes back on, Karin led
them out of the room back into the store. Her face and upper chest
were still quite red from her post orgasmic reaction.

	"Well?" Heather greeted them as they emerged. "What do you
think?" She could see instantly that Jean had seduced her. She wasn't
surprised at Jean, maybe a bit a Karin, who was only just beginning to
explore her female SO. Jean must have some real moves, she decided.
Karin was glowing and not looking the least embarrassed or shy.

	"I think the panties are super, a shaved pussy is a real turn
on, and I think you two set me up!"

	"You're right. Did Jean give you the works?" She was smiling,
not quite sure what the works' might actually be in this case.

	"You know she did. She was fucking me with her fingers then
tongue before I knew what was happening. Is she that good a lover?
She sure seduced me quick enough!"

	"Don't know. She and I never seem to be attracted to each
other, for some reason. But we're great friends. She's a lot of
laughs. Now, pick out some stuff so we can see you strut your well
laid stuff."

	Karin turned to face Heather. "You're not mad that she... that
we... ?"

	"Of course not. Besides, you said you were horny."

	"I'll say, but these new panties seem to be making me horny
all over again, and it's only been five minutes!"

	An hour passed as they picked out many items and tried them
on, a pile slowly growing at the counter. Karin kept nervously
looking at the size of the pile and finally stopped shopping. She just
couldn't let Heather buy all this stuff. She was just about ready to
start putting things back on the racks.

	"Hey, let's check out the latex collection, like you said."
Heather grabbed her arm and pulled her toward the back room."

	"Heather, I can't. I mean, it won't be right for me to let you
buy me all this stuff. It's going to cost a fortune!"

	Heather wrapped an arm around Karin's waist as they walked.
"Really, I want to do this. Please just don't worry about it. After
all, if we are going to be good friends... " She squeezed Karin hard
to emphasize her meaning, "I want you in the sexiest stuff in town.
And if you are Jean's good friend, she won't let you wear anything
else, if she lets you get dressed at all!"

	Heather's squeeze got Karin's mind back on the track it had
been on earlier that morning and she began to hope she and Heather
could spend time in bed together. The very thought of having Heather
lick her now bare pussy sent a shiver down her back and her breath
caught. In spite of just having sex a short while ago, she found
herself very aroused again. And the slightly swollen outer lips of her
pussy were grabbing at the sensuous silk now encasing them and she
found her self getting wet again in a rush.

	"It's hard, I guess. It's not the way I was raised. The things
are really beautiful. I love them. Oh, thank you!" She gave Heather a
big hug back. Her life was getting more exciting and more complicated
by the minute. For just a minute, she wondered if her boyfriend would
enjoy being in bed with both of them while they fucked. And she grew
nervous at the thought of even asking Heather. Heather was hers and
she didn't want to share her that way! And even as she thought it she
knew it was a lie and wondered why she even thought that for a second.
But the emotion behind the thought surprised her. Maybe she could ask
Jean. The mental memory of Jean's tongue up her twat made her knees
grow weak. She wondered if Jean slept with men too.

	"OK, that's the end of that. Now... ," they passed into the
back room and a very faint but distinct smell of latex reached their
noses, "where is that merry widow that Jean was talking about? Ah,
here they are, and here is your size." She held the very small rubber
garment up against Karin.

	It appeared to be absurdly small!

	Karin ran her hands over the unfamiliar material and felt
another type thrill she couldn't explain. The feel of it against the
skin of her arms was electrifying! By now, her pussy was simply
pulsing with sexual tension, sending a steady throb of energy into her
belly and thighs. She couldn't remember ever being on her feet and
feeling this turned on. It was all she could do not to force Heather
to eat her on the spot. Her crotch was burning and her mind was so
full of lust she could hardly think.

	"Wow, this stuff really makes me hot! It feels so sexy!"

	Heather saw the deep flush of arousal in Karin's face and
upper chest again and smiled wickedly as she turned away. "I can see
that it's really having a big effect on you, that's for sure! I'm glad
we came back in here. Now, go put that on and let me see you."

	"I wouldn't think of not trying this on." She hurried off to
the changing room. Jean stuck her head in the door and announced she
would close the door until they came out, as she had a few other
customers in the shop now. The door closed and Heather heard the lock
turn. Now they couldn't be interrupted.

	Karin slipped off her top and stood for a minute trying to
figure out how you put the tiny looking thing on without tearing it.
The rubber was very thin, almost like paper, but as she worked with
it, she realized it was stronger than it looked. Just as she was about
to ask for help from outside, Heather said, "You pull it over your
head. It'll stretch out as it goes over you. Take your time and go
slow. I can't wear the one piece stuff like that, as my boobs are too
damn big to get it over them. You should be perfect."

	Karin began to roll it up and position it over her head. "Your
tits are not too big. I think they're sensational, especially those
wicked nipples. God, Heather, I'm so turned on!"

	"Yeah, I know. You smell delicious!" The hot smell of Karin's
arousal was now filling the dressing room and spilling out into the
showroom. The unmistakeable smell of a woman in heat filled the room
sensuously and Heather found herself getting very deeply aroused.

	Slowly, but surely, Karin was able to get one arm, then her
head and the other arm through, leaving the rubber bunched up above
her tits and under her arms. This pressed her somewhat swollen boobs
down and out. She gripped the bottom and began to wiggle it over her
boobs. She found that by pulling the rubber out, she could stuff one
breast, then the other up past the material, leaving her breasts
pressed very high on her chest, now gripped firmly by the exotic
material, her very visible nipples pointing up as a result of the
amazing uplift the material gave her tits. Almost on impulse, she
licked each nipple through the smooth material, something she never
did to herself regardless of dress. Small electric sparks raced down
her tummy. She licked them again for a few seconds, adding to her
excitement. Having the extra layer of material over her sensitive
nipples only seemed to make them more sensitive to the indirect
stimulation. If she was on fire when she walked into the dressing
room, now she was practically moaning with sexual excitement.

	She began to stretch the smooth rubber into position over her
now pinched waist and the very beginning of the flow of her waist to
her hips. As it smoothed into place, it firmly but insistently pinched
her waist in to a very small size, somehow not being the least
uncomfortable, letting her breathe. The elastic feeling of lift on top
was supporting and separating her breasts, seeming to hold them up and
out even as it held them in such a delightfully tight grip, giving
them a lot more apparent volume. They looked a full cup size bigger!
She always wanted bigger tits, but never admitted it to herself, as
her God given size and teardrop shape that fit everything so nicely,
she just rationalized her feelings away every time the thought
surfaced. And she would have again, but... this time... WOW!

	She turned and looked in the mirror and gasped. Her figure
looked fantastic, and the feel of the rubber on her skin was sending a
constant, unfamiliar but very erotic sensation to her brain. Her new
panties were already showing a very big stain from her arousal inside
her jeans. She looked so completely awesome, she just stood and
stared, turning this way and that. It was the first time she ever felt
maybe her hips were an asset and not too damn big. In fact, a definite
turn on. And the way Heather went on about them all the time while
they were making love, maybe she was right. Her hips were sexy. And
God did she love to feel Heather grip the tops of her hips while she
drove her tongue as deep into her pussy as possible. She was amazed at
how freely she had these thoughts. Fucking another woman's face a
month ago would not have been something she would think about when
horny. But now... only minutes before in a strangers bathroom... she
shivered and felt another flood flow into her pussy. Damn, I'm ruining
these nice new panties and I've only had them thirty minutes!

	"Hey, stop admiring yourself in there and let me see too."

	Karin took a deep breath and stepped out of the room and she
began to glow as Heather's eyes widened in open admiration. "Damn,
woman, you are SO hot." She took a step toward Karin. The door was
locked. They were alone. The mornings activities and now Karin
looking so hot were getting to her in a major way.

	Karin knew Heather's intent and managed to stop her. "No, not
here. Not now. Take me back to your place and fuck me. I'm so hot and
bothered I can't believe it. Please, let's pay and go. I want you
too." They kissed and their tongues danced in each other's mouth until
they broke for air. Their laboured breathing filled the room.

	"Now." Heather was almost pleading to fuck her.

	"No. Take me home and then do what you want. I'm so ready for
you my jeans must be soaked."

	Heather ran her fingers over the bulging mons and sure enough,
it was damp, even through the tight jeans.

	"Get dressed. Let's go." Heather was reaching into the room
and picking the discarded top and bra. The bra went into Karin's
purse and the blouse slipped over the new top, the fuller appearing
breasts somehow making the blouse swell in a way it never had before.

	Heather reached over and squeezed each rubber encased breast
in a loving manner, eliciting a deep moan from Karin. The swollen
nipple inside ached.

	"Please, will you get me out of here and fuck me."

	"OK, OK, you can't blame a girl for trying!"

	"It won't take much to make me change my mind and you know I
want you just as much. But not in the store. I just can't." Her little
session in the bathroom only an hour before with Jean slipping her
mind for the moment.

	They unlocked the door and went quickly over to Jean's
register counter. Jean already had everything else in the register and
packages all boxed and bags.

	"One merry widow, please!" Heather was grinning.

	Karin's obvious arousal had Jean smiling. "I thought once
would keep you, young lady. I was wrong, I see."

	"I... the material is very sexy. I love it."

	"Yes, I can see that." She handed Heather back her charge
card. While Heather was signing the slip, Jean handed Karin a business
card. On the back was her home phone number and the words, "Anytime,
any way you want it, I'm your's. Remember, I want you naked and
RAUNCHY. Jean" Raunchy was underlined and a carefully drawn mouth with
a long protruding tongue was below.

	Karin swallowed hard. She just wasn't used to women coming on
to her so boldly. She thought of her boyfriend and picked up a slip of
paper and wrote, "A mixed threesome?" And pushed it toward Jean.

	"Sounds intriguing. Hopefully a filling evening?"

	"Definitely." Karin couldn't believe it. She had just invited
Jean into a threesome with her and her boyfriend and Jean was
accepting. "I'll call you."

	"Don't wait too long."

	"I won't." Karin felt absolutely light-headed. She had never
felt so sexually liberated in her entire life.

	They headed out of the store.

	"What was that all about?" Heather had her hand in the small
of Karin's back, her longest finger and nail down under the waist of
Karin's pants, the nail sliding up and down the crack of Karin's ass.
Karin's clit tingled at the sensations back there. Her erotic feelings
were climbing higher and higher.

	They reached the car and opened the doors. The packages in the
back, Heather slid into the driver's seat and Karin slid over next to
her. As they backed out, Karin gently pulled Heather's long hair from
between Heather and the seat and draped it over the seat back. Then,
she slid her arm under the hair and over Heather's shoulders, her
finger tips resting on the very prominent swell of Heather's left
breast.

	Her right hand reached over and stroked the underside of
Heather's other breast. Karin was amazed as always over the firmness
and natural uplift of Heather's tits.

	"What do they feel like?" Her fingers wondered over the semi-
extended nipple. Heather shivered. She loved to have her tits fondled.
Especially her nipples when they got real tight.

	"My breasts?" Karin could hear the break in Heather's voice as
her nails squeezed the growing nipple bud and she felt very wicked.

	Another squeeze on Heather's now greatly swelling nipple
answered her and a sent a lightning bolt into Heather's crotch.

	"Hey, I can't concentrate when you do that." She paused. Karin
squeezed again and Heather knew the only answer was to get back as
quick as possible.

	"They, well, sometimes they feel really heavy and full. When I
get swollen just before my period, they actually hurt. They swell up
tight and the skin is very taut, pulling on the nipple. They don't
jiggle much, so I don't have to wear a bra much unless I'm out or in
class with a lot of guys. My nipples are always (another squeeze)
very, very sensitive and I can have nipple orgasms easily. Traci can
get me off every time that way."

	Karin had never heard of that. "You're kidding. You can have
an orgasm just from this?" She began to roll and squeeze the now
obscenely long nipple between two fingers through the blouse. Heather
answered with a low moan. "Ohhhhhmmmmmm"

	"Gosh, that feels nice. Now, stop it till we get back."

	Karin ignored her.

	Heather's crotch filled with pressure and lava-like heat and
she separated her legs a bit to relieve the climbing pressure.

	"If I come and we have an accident, you tell the officer what
caused it." The last words were very shaky and uneven.

	"Do you want to come?" Karin leaned close and began to stroke
the top of the other breast while running her tongue over the outline
of Heather's right ear.

	"It wouldn't take much! God, you are so hot today, Karin!"

	"I know. I've never felt so sexed up in my life. All I want
to do is fuck. It's all I can think about."

	"It must be the latex. You got so hot looking at it!"
Heather's voice was a whisper as shivers ran up and down her spin. She
was grinding her pussy against the seat. Karin could feel her hips
twisting around and knew what she was doing.

	"It is. I admit it." The tip of her tongue danced inside
Heather's ear and out, fucking her ear, each time, the wet tip plunged
deeper and deeper.

	"Shit. I can't drive like this. You're driving me nuts."

	"Good. Just steer."

	Heather pushed harder into the seat. Her inflamed pussy was on
fire. Karin's fingers were stretching the nipples out and pulling the
already taut skin around them very tight. Heather's chest was so full
she could hardly breathe and her nipples were points of sensuous fire.
Karin squeezed hard.

	"Oh! God! Please don't stop. It feels so goOD!"

	Karin reached over to unbutton the blouse.

	"We're in the middle of town, for god's sake!" Heather made
no move to stop her.

	"I want to feel your big, heavy tits in my hands. Gosh, I
love your big boobs. I'm a confirmed breast lover for life." The cloth
opened and she pulled the blouse out of Heather's jeans, the
widespread tits pushed the fabric open and Karin reached inside and
cupped the left breast, as always the overflow of flesh more than
filling her hand. Its heat amazed her and sent hot flashes to her own
groin.

	Heather groaned deep in her throat. They pulled up to a light
and waited in line. Karin stroked the swollen flesh and began to rub
the extended nipple with her nail.

	Deep in her belly, Heather felt the first tightening of an
orgasm approaching.

	"I'm going to cum." It was a tight, tense announcement.

	The light changed.

	Karin waited for the car to move, but it didn't and then she
felt Heather press back hard into the seat and close her eyes. Karin
could feel the ripples of spasms in Heather's frame as the orgasm took
her uncontrollably.

	A horn honked behind them.

	"Drive."

	Heather was still shaking and her eyes were closed.

	Several horns, now were blaring.

	"Heather, you've got to drive."

	"In a minute. Let me catch my breath. Ohhhhh., that was a nice
surprise."

	They became suddenly aware of someone standing at the window,
leaning down and looking in. A woman. Small and mousy appearing with
brown shortish hair. Middle to late thirties.

	"Heather? Heather, are you all right dear?"

	Heather rolled down the window, and Karin tried to discretely
withdraw her hand from Heather's blouse. The woman was looking right
at it, but said nothing about it. Nor did she seem to be immediately
aware of Heather's rather exposed voluptuous chest, with her blouse
hanging open. And there was plenty to see as Karin's retreating hand
left the field open for observation.

	"Mrs. Fields! I'm... I'm fine. The car stalled and I just got
it restarted. We're fine now." Heather lied. The flush on her face
and neck was a dead giveaway.

	"That's good. See you later!" She gave Karin a smirk, as if to
tell her she saw everything and knew exactly what had been going on.
Karin blushed bright red.

	"Who was that?"

	"My landlady! Of all the people to catch us doing this! Oh,
shit."

	"Do you think she noticed?"

	"I don't know. I hope not." Heather's heart sank.

	Heather was driving fast now. In only a few minutes, they were
back in her apartment, now empty of guests.

	"I just can't believe it had to be her!"

	"Relax. She didn't say anything. It's none of her business,
anyway."

	"Yeah, but I have to face her to her pay the rent every month,
not you."

	"Mail her the check."

	"Can't. She has a big ritual over tea. To get to know the
tenants better she says."

	"Well, when did you last pay the rent?"

	"Last Tuesday."

	"Then you have almost four weeks for her to forget it all,
now,... " Karin began pulling Heather toward the bedroom. " my turn!"

	Heather let herself be dragged, but she was still very
distracted. Her eyes fell to the wonderful curve of Karin's hips as
they flowed out from her waist and into the tight waistband of her
jeans. Her breath caught and then she remembered the rubber encased
bodice and those now super firm encased breasts waiting to be squeezed
and pulled through the rubber and her resistance rapidly faded.

	In the room, Karin turned and said. "Let me strip for you."

	"OK. Don't take too long. I want to see your bare pussy. And
your tits in that tight rubber."

	Karin locked eyes with Heather. "I've never had anything, ever
even begin to get me hot like this latex. I'm just tingling all over
and feel light headed."

	"I know that feeling. I have a fetish of my own that makes me
feel like that."

	"A fetish? You think I have a fetish?" Her hands finished
unbuttoning the blouse and she unsnapped her jeans so the blouse would
come free easier. Very slowly, with Heather's eyes following every
move, she eased first one shoulder, then the other out of the blouse,
letting it fall to her hands behind her. With her shoulders back, the
crafty moulding of the black rubber pulled the swollen mounds out and
up, the very visible nipples pointing upward at a nature-defying
angle. She was very aroused.

	"What is your vice, my dear?" Karin walked over and modeled
very close to Heather, carefully stepping back when Heather made a
move to touch her.

	"Not yet. Wait. Then, just take me any way you want. Fuck my
brains out."

	"Shoes. Open toed high heels."

	"What?" The blouse fell to the floor and she eased the zipper
down on her pants very slowly, her fingers lingering over her own
prominent mons, bulging a bit in her arousal like a man. Her breath
was tight and shaky.

	"My fetish. It's open toed heels."

	"Really. Heather has a shoe fetish?"

	"Yeah, but just for those kind. Weird." Heather was on her
feet approaching Karin. She couldn't wait any longer.

	Karin made a long, big deal over sliding the jeans over first
one hip, then the other.

	"Like my hips, honey?" She stroked the side of Heather's face.

	"God, yes. You are such a fucking sex pot. I want to eat you."

	"Hurry now, my lover. I want to fuck your face."

	Heather dropped to her knees and eased the jeans down to the
floor. The new silk panties were darkly stained with the copious flow
of Karin's very aroused cunt. Heather ran her hands down from the
rubber clenched waist, over the hips and down the firm lightly muscled
brown thighs, hooking her index fingers in the waist of the silk lace
french cut panties and pulling them down.

	The freshly shaved pink lips were swollen with arousal and
pulled open and were glistening with damp, exposing the darker red
opening of Karin's vaginal opening.

	Heather had never eaten a shaved pussy before, so she took her
time licking the smooth flesh and held Karin to her face with a firm
grip on each cheek from behind. At the touch of Heather's tongue,
Karin's hips began involuntarily in jerks, thrusting against Heather's
face, trying to drive the tongue inside. Always just missing as it
darted here and there.

	Karin's knees got weaker and weaker as she struggled to stand
upright. Her belly was on fire and her pussy was practically screaming
at her brain to put something up it. And just as she thought she could
stand no more, Heather slid her tongue as far into Karin as she could,
wiggling the tip around and around in the dark hole of pleasure.

	Karin grabbed the back of Heather's head and pressed it firmly
into her pussy. The hot tongue drove into her and she screamed out her
pleasure. "Oh, got that is SO GOOD! Fuck me. FUCK ME!!" It was an
urgent demand for release. A flood of lubrication poured into
Heather's waiting mouth and she struggled to keep up, the intense
arousal of Karin's pussy almost overwhelming Heather's ability to
control the action.

	Heather reached up and pushed Karin back onto the bed and then
picked up her legs and placed them on her shoulders. Karin needed no
further urging, but locked her ankles behind Heather's head and began
to hump back against Heather's plunging tongue.

	"Yes! Fuck it! Deeper. Oh, god. Oh, god. Fuck me you bitch!
Fuck Me. FUCK ME!!" Each in time to the rhythm of her hips against the
whip of pleasure probing her insides.

	The orgasm rose like a wave of burning heat in her brain, her
belly going solid with tension. Her back bent against the sheets and
her head drove back and lifted her clear of the bed. Her brain was
totally focused on the coming explosion and her nervous system rushed
her into the funnel of lust in a mist of heat and stars, her body
giving a great shudder. Her hands grabbed the loose sheets and gripped
them with white knuckles as the explosion went on and on pushing her
deeper and deeper into the tunnel, finally blacking her out with a
great gasp and groan.

	Heather continued to lick and clean the engorged naked pussy
until the orgasm subsided, then quickly took off her own clothes and
climbed on the bed next to Karin and took her in her arms and began to
stroke and hold her. She pushed her hair away from her face and began
to kiss her face and neck tenderly. It was some minutes before Karin
came to and began to whimper in Heather's arms.

	"Oh, honey. That was unbelievable." It was a weak whisper.
Heather moved up to her ear and began to run the hot, wet tip in and
out of Karin's ear canal. Karin gave a mighty shiver.

	"You like?"

	"Ummmmm. Fantastic. I've never passed out before." She pushed
her tongue deep into the ear and fucked it for a minute, then began to
lick her neck. Karin moved back into the voluptuous tits, now
flattened against her side and back. Their heat flowed through somehow
into her belly and she moved sensuously against the delicious erotic
cushion of flesh.

	"No? You should stop by more often." Heather responded after a
bit.

	"I'll plan on it." And then, "God, your tits feel good like
this. I just never imagined ever that sleeping with a woman was going
to have all these new feelings."

	Heather held her for a while longer, rolling her front against
Karin's back enough for the sensations of the pulling on her nipples
to tighten her crotch. She felt her clit extend out of its hood.

	"Shoes? That's not what I thought you'd say." Karin was in a
dreamy place. The glow of her recent vigorous orgasm still floated in
her mind and she could still feel the very real sensation of Heather's
hot tongue deep inside her. Her thighs clenched a bit as the nerves
reminded her over and over of the sensations. Karin knew from
experience that she could sometimes still experience the intimate
sensations of sex for hours afterward. Heather holding her close and
still making gentle love to her was making the sensations linger much
stronger than anything she had experience before and she was just
floating along, loving it. She hoped it would last a long time. She
turned so Heather could fuck her ear some more. Her breath was ragged
again and her nostrils were flared as she tried to breath against her
tightening chest.

	"Oh, that. Yeah, stupid shoes! Can you believe it?"

	"I'll know what to wear when you come to my party. Hey, I
forgot to tell you. Three weeks from now, I'm having a party. Can you
come?" Idiot, she thought! Just let her make love to you. This was
sooooooo nice.

	Heather continued to stroke the rubber covered breasts with
her finger tips. The nipples hardened again under the tight material
and the bumps began to get extra attention. Heather took each one in
turn and squeezed and twisted it back and forth, pulling it out and
stretching the rubber and flesh underneath. Karin gave a gasp of
pleasure. "Sure. I have to double check my calendar, but I don't have
any projects due then and no tests that I know of. Who's coming?" It
stuck both of them that they were carrying on a pretty unsexy
conversation in the middle to making love. But it didn't seem to be
interfering with either of their increasing arousals and they kept on
talking between moans, gasps and kisses.

	"Umm, a bunch of friends. And a guy I want to fix you up
with." Karin suddenly focused on what she just said so casually and
was afraid to wait for the response to that. She didn't turn and face
Heather, but waited.

	"A guy? What's he like?" Her tongue went back inside Karin's
ear, not missing a beat.

	Well, she didn't say no right away.

	Karin turned and looked into Heather's eyes. "He's an old
high school friend, just out of the Army. He's real nice and into
computers. Cute too." And reputed to be a great fuck, she thought to
herself.

	"I've never had much experience with guys. It might not work
out very well." Heather lifted herself up on an elbow and gave Karin's
left nipple a very vigorous twist.

	"Ouch! Easy honey." Karin rubbed her tender nipple. It burned
and she had to admit, her pussy was just brimming again from all the
stimulation her chest was getting. "Just go with the flow. No
pressure. Hey, the way you handle yourself in bed, I don't think you
need to worry much in that area. Look at me, I'm ready to just attack
you again. And as for the rest, just give yourself a chance to get to
know him. Don't push. And if it doesn't work, it doesn't work. Hell,
it's just a party." She pulled Heather down on her and the now mated
breasts flowed against each other and the heavy pressure on their ribs
caused a flood of pleasant sensations to flow into their bellies.

	"I guess. Hey, what did you think I was going to say? I love
to feel your chest press on me like this. Like two very firm, hot
pillows. Wonderful." She was purring into Heather's ear.

	"Me too. Well, I thought you'd say no to the date. I thought
your SO is pretty much fem lesbian exclusively."

	"No, to the fetish thing. What did you think I was going to
say?"

	"Hypnotism." Karin searched Heather's face. Shit, she didn't
mean to talk about all the stuff Traci had shared with her earlier.
She had forgotten. She slipped her thigh between Heather's and began a
gentle rocking pressure on Heather's pussy, Heather spreading her
thighs a bit to allow more direct contact on her now erect clit, which
flattened against Karin's skin until it pointed up at their bellies.

	Heather breathed hard and kissed Karin in a deep French kiss,
pulling back as her orgasm approached and her hips began to twitch and
thrust down on Karin's thigh.

	She lifted herself almost involuntarily up from Karin, her
head back, arms straight holding herself off the bed, her long permed
dark hair spread over her back in a carpet of tangled coils. Her eyes
closed and her mouth opened and she shuddered, again and then again.
Her oversized breasts still covered most of Karin's and Karin could
feel the mini-spasms ripping through Heather as the heavy breasts
bounced on her hard nipples.

	"Darling, I'm going to... Unh... Unh... " It rolled up her
belly and exploded in her brain, a thin trickle of wet drained down
Karin's bare thigh, "cum!" It was a high pitched squeak as the wind
was driven from her by the tension gripping her chest and belly.

	Karin was thrilled to see her lover explode in front of her,
so easily and so obviously enjoying herself completely. So relaxed and
giving. She gathered up a firm breast and with effort pulled a tender,
extended nipple deep in her mouth and sucked hard while she rolled the
other one between two fingers. Heather continued to orgasm, the first
winding down, then a second flooded her nerves and she grunted her
pleasure, unable to speak. Again and again Heather rolled from one
orgasm to another until it was Heather who passed out and relaxed down
on top of Karin.

	Karin stroked her back and hair, her thigh still stroking the
extended girl-cock of a clit trapped there. Heather gave several sighs
and trembled. Karin could never, ever remember feeling so completely
relaxed or sexy as she held her new female lover tightly in her arms.
Maybe I'm really a lesbian? She thought for a moment. This just feels
to totally RIGHT!

	Heather moaned in her ear.

	"Wow, you give as good as you get!"

	"I'm glad." She grabbed Heather's tail and squeezed the tight
buns, pressing her clit down even harder on her leg.

	"Hey! Give me a minute! I'm too sensitive right now."

	She rolled off Karin.

	"Sorry!"

	"Don't apologize. Normally, I just go on and on. Must be
getting to be... "

	"Don't say it." Karin held a finger to Heather's lips.

	"I was going to say too old!"

	They both laughed. Heather stroked Karin all over for a while
and they just lay there and enjoyed the smell of each other's hair and
pussies, the gently erotic musk filling the room and bed.

	"Hey, why hypnotism?" Heather had just remembered from out the
misty fog of her recent lust.

	Karin thought of how to answer. She decided to tell all.
"Well, before we left, Traci and I had coffee and she... "

	"When?"

	"Before we left. You were still hypnotized."

	"What! Are you saying that... "

	"This morning, anyway Traci told me all about it. Now, let me
tell you first before you start in with a bunch of questions I
probably can't answer anyway." And Karin proceeded to relay the
information that Traci had given her while Heather fell silent.

	Heather was amazed, and a bit crestfallen. "So that's how we
all ended up in such a mess. Did Traci say how she wanted you to help
us get out of it?"

	"No. We left then." Karin ran her hands over her bodice again.
"One more time lover." She rolled onto Heather and began to suck on a
tender nipple.

	In spite of the distraction of learning that the hypno
business was a lot more complicated, Heather immediately found her
mind fully concentrated on the heat now pouring out of Karin's mouth
and tongue and into her nipple and breast. "Oh, that's nice. Turn
around honey. I want to eat your naked pussy again. Can you stay the
night?"

	Karin felt her stomach jump and then Heather's tongue plunged
into her. Her gasp and tremor told Heather her answer. The two women
locked their legs around each other's heads and the fleeting hours of
the afternoon and evening were spent there in the bed in total bliss
as they licked and sucked each other to repeated orgasm. It was very
late when they fell asleep in each other's arms, still locked in an
inverted embrace.

				* * *


	Sherry sat there crying. It was ten o'clock on Sunday morning
and Heather had just asked her if she had ever hypnotized her.

	"Yes. I'm sorry I lied. I. I just get such a total kick out of
watching someone go under. Like a drug. Please forgive me." She wept.
She could loose Heather and she didn't want that.

	Karin sat and kept silent. Obviously Sherry cared for Heather.
It was obvious from how Sherry looked at her and how upset she now
was. Damn, this girl was too much. She watched Heather and was struck
by how tender she was. Karin knew she'd be furious and be throwing
things. She knew Heather was upset, but she was, well, trying to
understand and not do anything rash.

	"Did you ever have sex with me while I was under?" Wow. A
bomb of a question if she ever heard one. In other words, did you ever
rape me?

	"No, never, I swear. I never touched you. I just gave you the
post hypnotic instruction, and then woke you up. And you know the
rest."

	"You just did it for the rush you get?"

	"Yes. It gets me so turned on I think I'll explode with
excitement. I think I'm addicted to doing it to people." She was
wiping away the tears. Her eyes were red.

	"What are we going to do?" Heather asked.

	Sherry looked up hopefully. Heather hadn't thrown her out of
her life. Yet. She pulled her long, thick mane of honey blonde hair
around and eased off the ties it was in. It spilled down her front.
Heather loved her hair and she hoped it would somehow help for her to
see it.

	Heather watched her, torn between her anger and her
friendship, and, yes, her lust for this beautiful blonde.

	"Damn! How am I ever going to trust you? That's what I want to
know." Heather looked over at Karin, who was still staying silent.
Karin looked at the floor. She shouldn't be here listening to this.
Heather had insisted she stay.

	"Sherry, I was attracted to you the first second I saw you.
I'm still attracted to you even now. But I'm very hurt."

	"I'm so sorry. Please forgive me."

	"I believe you. But I may be hurt for a while. I need your
help to get all of us out of the hypno thing. Will you do it?"

	"Yes. Anything." She was so happy. She ran her thick hair
through her fingers and expertly flipped it to the other side of her
neck in a practised move. She had hair flipping down to a real science
and practised constantly in a mirror to learn to get each and every
effect she wanted. And with this thick mane, she could practically
want you to fuck her without every opening her mouth or touching you.
She began to work on Heather in a casual way. She wasn't sure Heather
was even paying attention, at least at first.

	Karin was another story. Karin was fascinated to watch Sherry
playing with her hair and admired the effects she could create. And
how very, very sexy it was all of a sudden. Sherry looked over with
red rimmed eyes and smiled at her new found audience. She had only
just met Karin and immediately knew she'd like her. She turned back to
Heather and spilled her hair down over her breasts like a waterfall.

	She knew the tips of her nipples would poke through and that's
all. She was braless under the t-shirt and her tight nipples would be
all that poked through the yellow layer of hair.

	Heather was far too distracted to notice. But Karin was being
seduced and felt herself getting very turned on looking at those
nipples peaking through the hair. And her mind quickly turned to
thoughts of pulling one of them into her mouth. A night of passion
with Heather was not enough to satisfy her, it was becoming apparent.

	Heather announced she was going to make some coffee and toast
and wanted to be alone for a few minutes. She left the room and Karin
and Sherry locked eyes. Karin licked her lips and found her mouth dry
with tension and looked away, blushing beautifully.

	Sherry's eyebrow went up as she homed in on this obviously
very horny girl sitting only a few feet away. Even as she did, she
found herself thinking that everything here might turn out much better
than she could have hoped even ten minutes ago.

	"Your hair. It's really beautiful." Karin managed to get out
very softly.

	"Thank you. Your's too. It's a nice cut. You could let it grow
out long and it'd be really hot."

	"I was thinking about that yesterday. About getting it to grow
out. How do you keep it so shiny? It's really spectacular."

	"My secret! And lots and lots of TLC."

	"I'll bet." Karin looked deep into Sherry's eyes. Sherry was
smiling.

	"You must think I'm weird to be involved in this hypnotism
stuff." Sherry modulated her voice carefully. It became soft, calm,
and, for some reason, very relaxed.

	"No, not weird. I've never had any experience with it thought.
It turns you on?" Karin noticed the change in Sherry's voice, but
continued to watch her hair.

	"Yes. Big time. No, more than big time. It's overwhelming."
Sherry admitted, working her voice, watching Karin's eyes. They were
following her hair as she moved it. "I. I really love to do it any
chance I get." Sherry was already getting wet between the legs as she
lured Karin into the trance. She continued the slow, regular movements
of her hair.

	Karin remembered the latex merry widow now tucked in her
handbag and the overwhelming sensation of lust it gave her and
understood what Sherry was talking about. Her eyes continued to follow
the sway of the golden locks. She felt so relaxed. The beautiful
luster of the hair held her.

	"Karin, are you feeling more relaxed now?"

	"Yes, very relaxed."

	"Follow the sound of my voice. You are feeling very relaxed,
more and more you just want to relax and listen to my voice." Sherry
felt her nipples harden and a thrill went down her back. Karin was
hers now. Sherry continued to speak, so soothingly that Karin felt
herself ooze toward that place of peace in the middle of that voice.

	"You are almost totally relaxed now." Karin was finding it
hard to follow the glistening hair. Her eyes felt so heavy.

	"Your eyes are very, very heavy and you just can't keep them
open."

	"I can't keep them open." Karin felt so relaxed. Her eyes
closed.

	"You are now totally relaxed and will listen to the sound of
my voice." Sherry was trembling as the girl went under and she took
complete control. Her hand left her hair and slid down into her pants
and she began to finger herself rapidly. She was so hot, only moments
were going to be required to do the trick. She felt the tightening of
her stomach as her orgasm approached. In spite of her excitement, she
slowed her hand down and continued to talk to Karin. Knowing that
Heather could return at any moment and finding Karin hypnotized would
surely ruin any chances of being Heather's friend again, she knew she
had to bring Karin back quickly.

	Her and stroked the now rigid clit under her panties. Sparks
were shooting into her pussy and she knew her underwear was soaked.

	"Karin, whenever you hear me say the word

	quickie' to you, you will come with me and want to have sex
with me. When you awake, you will not remember hearing me say this to
you. Do you understand."

	Karin's voice was soft but clear. "Yes. I understand. I will
come to you and want sex."

	"You will want sex with me very badly."

	"Yes, I will want sex with you."

	Sherry's hand picked up the pace and she felt the orgasm grow
at the root of her spine and then her fingers mashed down on her clit,
slid past and then she pushed two fingers of cotton panties deep into
her soaked pussy. She groaned softly as her hips slammed down on the
sofa cushion in a spasm. Her hips jerked again and again and her
breathing stopped. Somewhere in the back of her exploding brain, she
was thinking that hypno sex was better than anything she could every
have imagined. Knowing that yet another woman was going to be feasting
between her legs at every possible opportunity was overpowering. That
she was in complete, total control.

	Her breathing was still ragged. But she had to get Karin back.
She heard the toaster pop in the kitchen.

	"Karin, you will remember noting about this. I will count
backwards from five very slowly and at each number, you will become
more and more awake."

	"Yes."

	"Five, you can feel yourself becoming less sleepy."

	"Four, you can open your eyes now."

	Karin's eyes opened slowly and she blinked lazily.

	"Three, you are becoming awake."

	"Two, you are almost awake."

	"One, you are fully awake now."

	Karin blinked again and looked around. Sherry had pulled her
wet fingers out of her pussy and was holding her hair just as Karin
remembered.

	Heather came into the room, a cup of tea in one hand and a
plate heaped with toast in the other. She sat next to Sherry on the
sofa. "There's plenty of hot water and the cups are out. Coffee is
made and tea bags are in the canister next to the sink. I'm starved."

	In spite of the smell of toast and tea, Heather immediately
picked up the unmistakable smell of Sherry's lubrication still damp on
her hand.

	"A bit horny this morning, are we?"

	Sherry was still blushing from her orgasm. "I. I woke up
horny, as always." Which was usually true.

	"You should have told me. I could have helped you with that."
Heather offered.

	"Not likely. You were furious at me."

	"Well, I'm over that. You can't help it if you have a hypno
fetish thing." She smiled at Sherry and Sherry knew all was forgiven.

	Karin was finding it to focus in on the conversation, for some
reason. Like she had just woken up from a deep sleep and felt
partially out of touch. She reached over and picked up a piece of
toast and began to munch, realizing how hungry she was. A night of
intense sex had left her ravenous.

	Heather looked over and smiled at Karin.

	"Now, let's get the hypno stuff over. Put me under and remove
the code words you planted. We'll start with me. Then, we get Janet to
change the words she is using with Traci and not let you know what
they are. Then, we get Janet to put you under and remove the code
words she is using on you.

	"Um, that's OK," Sherry said. "Actually, it excites the hell
out of knowing that Janet has all this sex with me and I don't know
it."

	"You are? Excited by it? But you don't even remember it!"

	"Yes, but you know how I feel about her. Maybe some day she
really will want to have sex with me without the hypnosis and we can
try being more than just employer/employee."

	Heather looked doubtful, but said, "OK, suit yourself.
Personally, I think you should stop it and tell her now how you feel."

	"I want to, you know that, but I'm afraid I'll loose her."

	"Well, you don't exactly have a relationship now, I mean,
other than they hypno sex."

	"True. I don't know. Let me think about it."

	"OK, put the toast down and put me under. No code words. Do it
with the charm."

	Sherry was already reaching for her hair when she remembered
that she had already lured Karin with that trick. Heather's insistence
on the charm technique was a nice save for her. She pulled it out of
its little pocket in her pocketbook by her feet.

	Heather relaxed back into her seat, turned to she could face
Sherry.

	Sherry modulated her voice and began to speak. After a few
seconds, she began to swing the charm back and forth.

	Karin heard the sudden change in Sherry's voice and it made
her feel funny. Like something she had heard her do a few minutes ago.
She continued to eat her toast and watched as the feeling passed.

	In only moments, Heather began to slide under. Sherry gave a
shiver and at the movement Karin turned to watch her. Her face was
flushed and her lips glistened for her licking them. From this side
view, Karin could see that Sherry's right nipple was rock hard and
tenting her thin blouse. Sherry was obviously very excited, just like
she said she got. And Karin felt her own arousal tingle between her
legs. Watching Sherry take such complete control over Heather was
exciting. Sherry was exciting. Her eyes stayed rivetted on the now
heaving chest, the nipple a hard eraser against the clothe.

	Heather was almost completely under now and Sherry felt the
urgent need to get off again. Her clit was on fire and rock hard
against her still very damp panties.

	Sherry glanced over at Karin and saw where her attention was.
She could feel the tightness of the nipple as it pulled the firm skin
of her breast tightly. She bit her lip trying to restrain herself, but
failed and give in to the moment.

	"Karin."

	"Yes"

	"I think it's time for a quickie," Sherry said gently.
Heather's eyes closed and Sherry was trembling.

	Karin felt as though a wave of erotic heat swept over her
body. She found herself wanting to have sex with Sherry in such a bad
way. But she hardly knew her and it held her back for a moment. But
the sexual tension between her legs grew in an ever expanding wave and
she found herself getting off the chair and walking the few steps to
Sherry.

	"I... "

	Sherry smiled and pulled her down and kissed her. "I know. I
want you to do it to me. I want you to eat me. Please eat me."

	Karin was trembling as she reached without hesitation for the
snap on Sherry's jeans. Sherry stood and the jeans were off in a
flash. The now darkly stained panties slipped free under Karin's eager
fingers and fell from her slim thighs and joined the jeans. Her dark
bush was presented to Karin and she leaned in and began to lick at the
top of Sherry's inflamed and very wet slash. Sherry sighed, her tight
belly spasm and she shivered again.

	Two at once! She was almost overwhelmed with a wave of lust
and felt an orgasm starting immediately, a tidal wave between her legs
that wasn't going to be held back.

	NO! Not so soon! She fought to hold it off just a bit longer,
but her back bowed and her mane of golden hair hung down in a
wonderful waterfall past her tail. Her mouth hung open and she
trembled uncontrollably as the hot tip of Karin's tongue now began to
lash her clit, sending her over the edge into the pool of lust waiting
there to take her, the release crashing through her. "Ahhhhhh... !"
And then, she rolled swiftly from the first orgasm and began another,
even more intense. Her knees gave way and she sank onto the sofa,
Karin's eager hands now firmly gripping Sherry's rock hard cheeks,
pulling Sherry's plush pussy hard against Karin's mouth. Whatever lack
of experience Karin had with women, she was making up for with pure
energy and frantic activity.

	Karin was now exploding with the need to tongue fuck Sherry.
No matter how deeply she plunged her tongue up inside her, she tried
to get in deeper. She chewed on the puffed lips, sucking them deep
inside her mouth. Sherry groaned wildly and flung her long legs around
Karin's ears and locked her heels just as another orgasm hit. The
involuntary reaction lifted her tail clear of the sofa cushion as she
supported herself with her arms over the back of the sofa. Her hair
hung down behind her to the floor as her head bent back over the sofa.
Unable to stop herself, Karin's tongue went in even deeper. Hypno sex
had always been extra good, but with Karin to service her just as
Heather went under, Sherry was on an all time high, with no signs of
her lust abating. It went to another high as Karin released her grip
on Sherry's buns and reached up under Sherry's blouse and firmly
grabbed her tits and rolled the nipples savagely between her thumbs
and fingers. Sherry's very tender nipples seemed to become white hot
pokers and the heat poured through Sherry's chest. She was on fire
everywhere, but especially in her mind as, incredibly, her arousal
grew instead of being satisfied.

	Even as she was fucking Sherry so eagerly, somewhere in
Karin's mind she wondered at what was happening to her to behave like
this. Like some wanton whore. But this sudden and continuing
overwhelming need to suck Sherry's pussy drove the thought from her
mind. Almost unnoticed, one hand reached between her own legs and
began to rub her now very inflamed clit, her hips swaying to the
electric tingles spreading through her belly. Sherry tasted different
than Heather and she wondered if all women would also.

	Sherry began to pant as the next orgasm built up but this time
she just wouldn't, or couldn't, come. Her overloaded nervous system
kept her climbing higher and higher and she was now pounding the sofa
with an arm as involuntary nerves in her whole body began to short
out.

	Karin tore open her own pants and two eager fingers slipped
inside her now totally open, naked pussy. They filled her up and she
groaned as she pumped wildly, her arm a blur. The heat and thickness
between her legs flowed over her belly and chest and she exploded, her
scream into Sherry's sopping pussy lost in Sherry's belly. But it was
enough to push Sherry into an orgasm more intense than anything she
had ever experienced. She stopped being able to breath and her brain
exploded with pleasures beyond her imagining. Floating on a seemingly
red hot cloud of lust, she groaned and passed out, her tail slowly
lowering onto the cushion, Karin trying to follow her down with her
mouth still firmly sucking at the swollen flesh under her lips.

	Her own release came moments after, calming down her lust.
Karin caught her breath and finally pulled back and surveyed the scene
through dazed eyes. Sherry was completely open to her, her sopping
pussy lips full and open, exposing the deep, tight pussy that lay just
beyond. Heather still sat on the end of the sofa in a deep hypnotic
trance.

	And as suddenly as she had felt the need to fuck Sherry come
over her, she calmed and took stock. Finally, too embarrassed at her
own actions, she pulled her pants back up and snapped the. She left a
quick note to Heather and left it on the bed. Then, she headed for the
door to go home and get some rest. For the first time in her life, she
felt totally satisfied sexually. As she passed by the half naked
Sherry, her hair still spilling down the back of the sofa, her legs
spread, her breathing still ragged, she scooped up the beautiful hair,
held it for a moment and admired its silky feeling, then she carefully
placed it down over Sherry's front. Finally, she leaned down and
kissed Sherry on the cheek. "I don't know what you do to me, but that
was just unbelievable. I LOVED it." And she let herself out, being
sure the door locked behind her. She sat in the car a long time
composing herself. One thing she decided for certain. Sex with women
was not only different, but exhausting. Three different women in only
twenty four hours. If she had done that with men, her friends would
call her a slut. Did it make a difference? Funny, she thought as she
drove off, maybe I'm a nympho! And laughed to herself. At least I'm
finally have some decent sex for once. She found Jean's card in her
purse and already knew she'd call her today. As she drove home, she
wondered just what it would feel like to have her boyfriends hot dick
up her pussy (or even her ass - she let herself think) and have Jean
licking her naked clit and sucking her tits. She shivered and had to
take a cold shower when she got home to calm herself down. A new world
was opening up for her and she felt strangely excited and a bit out of
control as she rushed into it.

	Sherry woke up and realized what a mess the place was. She
quickly pulled on her pants, stuffing her soaked underwear into her
pocketbook. Karin was no where to be seen and she decided she must
have left. Too bad, she thought. I wanted to tell her how hot she had
been and how great she was down there between my legs. And grinned,
knowing she could have a repeat just about any time she wanted.

	Finally she plopped down in front of Heather. "Heather can
you hear me?"

	"Yes." It was from far away, a little girls voice. Sherry
suddenly felt very protective and carefully gave Heather the
instructions to forget all past suggestions, and to remember nothing
of the session. Finally, she slowly woke her up.

	As Heather blinked the daze from her eyes, Sherry carefully
refilled Heather's cup with hot tea to disguise the length of time
that had passed.

	"Oh, Karin had to run. She said to be sure to thank you again
for the shopping yesterday and said she'd call you later in the week."
Sherry lied. She knew they had been shopping and didn't know herself
if anything else had gone on, but she suspected it had, since Karin
was there when she arrived.

	"Oh, I missed her. Too bad. So, no more post-hypnotic
suggestions planted up here?" Heather tapped the side of her head,
smiling.

	"Nope, clean as a whistle. Now I'll just have to get my kicks
seducing you the hard way!"

	"Like THAT's ever been a problem for you. You know you make me
hot." Heather stroked her hair and the side of her face.

	"I'm sorry about how I messed things up. I'm glad it's out in
the open and all taken care of now." Sherry leaned against Heather
and felt her hot breath on her neck and ear intoxicating. The tip of
Heather's tongue followed. Sherry sighed with contentment.

	They got up and headed for the bedroom, hand in hand. It would
be the end of the week before all the post-hypnotic suggestions were
removed from Sherry by Janet, and Janet changed her trigger word for
Traci.

	Sherry eased Heather's blouse off the magnificent set of tits
so proudly displayed in front of her and bent to begin to suck on
them. Heather was almost about to cum for the third time when the
phone rang.

	"Heather?"

	"Ummmmmmm... yes... Ummmmmm... hi, Traci... Ohhhh!"

	"Are you fucking?"

	"Oh, god YES!"

	"I'll call back later."

	"No. Yes! Yes... Ummmm"

	"Well, will you stop long enough to hear some exciting news?"

	"I. Yes." She gasped into her hand and stifled another moan as
Sherry began to feed her long tongue back up into her pulsing vagina.
A thumb began to eagerly press on her ass, demanding entrance. Heather
lifted her hips a bit to give Sherry clear access. She loved fingers
and toys up her ass.

	"You are going to have a show in London! The dealer there
loved your work and wants to take twenty or so works on consignment.
You're on your way!" Traci was very excited for her.

	"That's... GREAT!" A thumb and long red nail disappeared up
her tail and began to press on the fingers now working the inside of
her very juicy pussy. The pressure was causing ripples of tension to
flow over her belly and she felt the orgasm pushing Traci's voice out
of her head.

	"I have to leave on Sat to set everything up. If we do well,
you may have to come over to meet your new customers." Traci was so
excited.

	Heather shuddered, desperately trying to forestall the
inevitable. "That's great. Oh, honey, I'm SO excited!" A gross
understatement. She lifted a leg, then the other and let them fall in
a wide vee up over her ears to the headboard, locking them under the
brass rail on top. A favorite position when doing herself with a fat
dildo, it tightened her belly and made her orgasms incredibly intense.

	"Me too. I'll call you later when I have more information.
Dinner tonight for sure. Can you come?"

	"Oh, YES!" And the orgasm tore the voice from her and she
began to tremble and shake s her control was ripped from her. The
phone fell on the pillow next to her ear, cutting of the load moans
that filled the room.

	"Great. Later, then lover." And Traci rung off. Heather never
heard her.

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: an257736@anon.penet.fi (Ramapo)
Date: Tue, 23 Apr 1996 20:03:44 UTC
Subject: Heather Pt. 26A A-C [F/F]

		      The Adventures of Heather
				  by
				Ramapo
			       Part 26A

	It was in a hurry that they got dressed in travelling clothes
and headed for the airport in the limo. Sherry looked totally lickable
in a pale yellow blouse that set off her golden locks that flowed
around her shoulder and hung in a thick mass over her right breast and
down below her waist. The black skirt was tastefully short, and the
black sheer pantyhose accented her straight legs ending in black high
heels. She would change into the slippers they gave you in first class
once they were settled.

	Heather had her luxurious black hair up in a twist and off her
neck for once (she missed the sensuous feeling of it on her neck), but
it showed off her long white neck.  A white silk blouse that did
nothing to hide her voluptuous shape was accented with a black skirt,
rather short, and black stockings held up with garters. Sherry had
insisted she show off her body on the flight and Heather finally
caved, giving in to knowing how hot it would make Sherry.

	Traci had only called three hours ago and told them of the
great art show they were missing. Heather's works were getting a lot
of attention and it would do Heather's reputation a lot of good to
make an appearance. Upon learning that Sherry was there with Heather
(she did sound just a mite jealous, though), Traci had insisted they
both come over and spend the week at the show. She made reservations
at the hotel for the three of them to share a room (that would suit
all of them just fine) and Heather booked two last minute tickets on a
British Air flight and now they were going through the last security
check.

	"Madam, would you empty your purse for me?" The portly matron
was firm but polite.

	Sherry looked suddenly embarrassed. "Is there a problem?"

	"Your purse. I'd like to see its contents please."

	Slowly Sherry pulled out the items. The usual clutter, makeup,
tissues, pens, wallet, hairbrush, comb.  The pile in front of them
grew. A small hand calculator.

	"Can you show me this works, please?"

	Sherry pulled off the cover and started doing calculations.
The register showed numbers changing and the guard said. "Thank you."

	She looked down into the purse and said. "Is that all?"

	"Ummm, no. But."

	"I must see everything. Please hurry, we are holding up the
line."

	Sherry sighed and pulled out a large penis shaped dildo. The
switch on the bottom showed it was also a vibrator.

	The guard snickered. "Can you show me this works," a definite
hesitation and her smirk grew, "please?"

	Sherry grabbed the dildo and snapped it on. The gentle buzz
filled the air and several people looked at what was in her hand.
Faces started turning red and people looked away, embarrassed. All but
a very handsomely dressed blond just behind them.

	The clipped English accent added authority to the chill in the
words. "Are you quite through humiliating this woman in public?"

	The guard wasn't expecting anyone to challenge her.  "It's my
job to check everything out."

	"I take it your instructions are to wait till the x-ray shows
a woman is carrying a sexual device in her bag, then force her to
display it and turn it on?" Sherry was frantically putting everything
back in her purse. Heather stood off to one side watching, feeling
sorry for Sherry, who was now bright red. And looked mortified.

	"It could be a weapon." The guard was beginning to look
nervous and seemed about ready to challenge this outspoken woman.

	The woman was having none of it. "Right. Millions of people
are assaulted every year with dildos in public places and it's your
job to keep us safe from them." She picked up her bag and held it out
to the guard. "Do you want me to show you the five sexual devices I've
got in here and explain how they work to you?" A small crowd of
grinning women were now standing around waiting to see the outcome of
this. Embarrassing as it was, the blond spoke for all of them. It was
perhaps worse that the guard was a woman herself and should have been
more discrete, even if she did have to check it out.

	The blond was rummaging around in her bag and began to pull
out her hand. "No, you are free to go, please don't block the line."

	The blond shouldered her bag and walked over to Heather and
Sherry. "Cheeky bitch. Little gods. I know we need them to check for
security reasons, but really, this lack of sensitivity is quite the
limit." She held out her hand. "I'm Lady Moulton. Sorry you had to go
through that."

	Sherry shook her hand, then Heather. "I'm Sherry and this is
Heather." The blond gave them a once over, her eyes returning for just
an instant to the over full swell of Heather's chest, then back to
Sherry. Heather noticed the second look.

	"Do you really carry five sex toys in your bag when you
travel?" Heather was grinning, but curious as well.

	"Certainly not! They're all in my baggage!" They all laughed.
"Must have given them a jolly laugh down in the x-ray room. I often
think I should just pack a bag of nothing but sex toys and have some
real fun with them.  Hell, they probably wouldn't know what they
were."

	Sherry was over her embarrassment. "Thanks. I forgot it was
there. I didn't know what to say."

	Lady Moulton took both their arms and they walked to the
boarding area. "Where are you two ladies sitting?" A comparison of
tickets showed they were all within a few seats of one another in
first class.

	"Excellent. We'll switch with someone once we're up and on our
way. I always enjoy company on these long flights."

	Heather looked her over. Expensive. Very expensive.
Delightful accent straight out of finishing school. Very proper. Short
blond hair almost in the style of Princess Di, but not enough to be
accused of copying. Trim figure under a tailored dark blue suit, nice
legs, heels.  Ramrod straight posture. Expensive rings and
accessories.  A wedding ring. Maybe a bit older than Traci.

	"First trip to London?"

	Heather spoke. "Not for me, but it's Sherry's first time over.
We're going to an art show."

	Sherry added, "She's being modest. Her works are on display
and the patrons want to meet her. So we are on a last minute flight."

	Lady Moulton looked over at Heather and smiled.  Beautiful and
so young.

	On board, before they even took off, it was obvious first
class would be almost empty and they just moved together in three over
size seats with Sherry on Heather's left and Lady Moulton on the
right. The take off went smoothly and soon they were being wined and
dined. Lady Moulton purchased a full bottle of wine and they all had
quite a bit to drink with the meal.

	They waited for the trays to be taken away. Lady Moulton was
quite a bit more relaxed at this point.

	"I wonder what the entertainment is this trip?"  Heather asked
to make conversation.

	"Oh, some movie. I saw it when I was over last week.  A movie
isn't really what I need to entertain me at the moment." More to
herself than Heather.

	"A game of cards, perhaps?"

	Lady Moulton laughed. "No, something a bit more physical, I
think. And earthy. Not that I'll get much of a chance for that."

	"Oh, I'm sure your husband will be waiting for you to take
care of that soon enough."

	"Not a chance, my dear. The bore is probably down in the city
with one of his bimbos right now getting his rocks polished but good.
No, I face a bed with cold sheets at home, I'm afraid."

	"That doesn't sound so inviting. How terrible for you. I'm
very lucky, I guess."

	"Oh?"

	"Yes, I have Traci waiting for me and the rocks she intends to
polish as sitting about six inches away from you!"

	Lady Moulton laughed. "What a beautiful shape you have,
Heather." Her eyes were fastened on Heather's very visible nipples.
"Traci is very lucky to have you." The pun was intended. They both
smiled.

	"But what about Sherry? She seems more than a friend?"

	The lights went down in the cabin and the movie started on the
small screens attached just in front of each chair. Sherry swung the
armrest on Heather's chair and her's up and out of the way, making a
short couch, then pulled a blanket up over her and Heather and curled
up against Heather to watch the movie. In seconds, her hands stole
along under the blanket and found the waist catch and zipper on
Heather's skirt and unfastened them.

	"Hey!"

	"Shush. The movie is starting."

	Sherry's long fingernails disappeared under Heather's
waistband and began inching the skirt down, the nails travelling over
Heather's belly and down to the top of her now moist mound. The garter
belt added to the sensation as Sherry pulled gently on the garters and
the friction along her thighs added to the assault on her nerves. The
sexual tension in her belly grew in leaps and bounds, but she did
nothing to stop Sherry. She didn't know how to and not bring the
activity to Lady Moulton's attention.

	But Lady Moulton saw the slow moving mound under the blanket
and guessed immediately what was happening. It did nothing to ease her
own sexual frustration, but make it worse.

	"Your friend seems very casual about public sex. I mean,
carrying a large dildo out in public like that."

	Heather hesitated. Her chest was getting tight from the
fingers playing along her bush, ever so gradually working down to the
waiting extended clit, now poking up through the folds of her lips
into the cloth of her skirt.  It ached and tingled.

	"I'm afraid I'm a bit to blame there. I wore a sexy outfit to
get her horny and I think it worked a bit too much."

	"It's quite becoming. Your outfit, that is. As well as those
spectacular titties. What attracts her?"

	"Garters and no panties."

	"Oh, your pussy is just there for the taking?"

	Sherry's index finger brushed the side of her clit and she
shuddered. She couldn't hear any of the conversation, as she had
headphones on. She was reading Heather's reaction like brail.

	"I... I," it was too hard to concentrate. Sherry knew exactly
how to get her very hot and keep her there.  "Yes." It was a forced
whisper.

	"Tell me Heather, how do you like to be fucked?"

	"I," Sherry's finger slid past the turgid clit and the tip
became wet for the first time as it dipped between the swollen lips
and encountered the pool of lubrication building there. "Slowly.
Gently." Her eyes closed as the tension took her higher.

	"Like the way Sherry is fucking you right now?"

	Heather was somehow startled. So intent on the sensations
between her legs, she was surprised by the revelation that Lady
Moulton had noticed.

	"Oh, God, yes. Yes, like the way her finger is in me now. So
slow, so deep, so wet."

	Lady Moulton shivered. Her lust, suppressed all week, was
rising like some animal not to be denied.

	"I prefer almost violent activity as a rule. I find the slow
approach too frustrating. I need to pound the bed and drive my lover
to the limit. Of, course, Harold is a pig in bed, so maybe that's why
the slow approach rarely works. I need a partner who can anticipate
when I need to go faster. To just rape me in the end, when I'm ready
to give everything and just let completely go."

	"Yes, let go. Cum in their face. Explode inside.  Oh, yes.
Ohhhhh... " Two of Sherry's fingertips were now sliding up and down
her slit. She needed them inside her, but she knew Sherry couldn't
reach that far across her and do it.

	Almost as a reflex, she turned on her right side and reclined
the seat. Sherry moved closer and her hand travelled over Heather's
left check and down between her legs, moving up to the nicely framed
twat now exposed for easy access. She teased Heather and stroked the
lips but didn't go inside.

	"Shit. Oh. Please."

	Lady Moulton realised that Sherry was playing with Heather and
the comments were for her lover. But she was now very turned on.
Heather's face was a mirror of lust and desire as the sexual tension
filled her mind and drove out other feelings and desires.

	Turning on her left side, Lady Moulton pulled her blanket over
Heather as well and with a deft right hand, her blouse opened. She
pulled it aside and a perfect pear shaped breast with a large very
dark brown areola and nipple now stood only inches from Heather's
face. Lady Boulton never wore bras. And tonight she was glad not to
have to fool with it.

	Heather opened her eyes and the breast swayed into view and
without thinking, she leaned forward slightly, with Lady Moulton
easing forward in her reclined chair and the nipple slid into
Heather's hot, open mouth.

	"Oh. That is so nice." Lady Moulton shivered again.  Her first
taste of female sex was better than she had hoped it would be. And it
was just beginning.

	Heather put just the right amount of pressure on the nipple
with her lips and began to wash it with her tongue.

	"Oh. My dear. Oh." Lady Moulton was going to turn out to be
vocal during sex.

	Sherry still didn't realize that Heather was now coupled with
Lady Moulton, and continued to watch the screen as she slipped the tip
of her middle finger slowly into the waiting honey pot. Soon, it was
in to the second knuckle and she rotated a bit and withdrew just as
slowly.  And that began a regular slow fuck.

	Heather became hotter and hotter. Needing more.  Needing it
faster. Knowing the wait would be deliciously good. Dying from the
frustration. She pulled more of the pear into her mouth and Lady
Moulton cried out gently.

	A stewardess came down front. "Everything all right here?"

	Lady Moulton struggled to cover up her exposed chest, only
just succeeding.

	"Yes, fine. Just trying to get a bit of rest."

	The stewardess noticed the slow rhythmic motion behind
Heather's ass and realized she was getting screwed.  Her eye travelled
to Heather's face and that confirmed it.  Lady Moulton clutched the
blanket a bit higher, but from her vantage point, she could see the
modest swell of the woman's breast end in Heather's mouth. Nothing she
hadn't seen many times before. Just frustrating to see three beautiful
women getting laid and her having to work.  Shit.

	She walked away. Lady Moulton began to moan. She turned back,
leaned down and whispered in the woman's ear.  "Look, I don't mind you
fucking up here, but you must be quiet while you do it. Would you like
a gag?"

	Lady Moulton was mortified, but was now too hot to stop. Her
built up needs were in charge now. "Yes," she said simply."

	The stewardess went to the storage cabinet and pulled out her
purse. Noisy herself, she learned long ago to carry a ball gag with
her to protect herself. She judged it a close fit to Lady Moulton's
mouth and returned to the front.

	Lady Moulton had never in her life used a gag during sex.
Being loud during sex had always excited her as well as most of her
partners. She eyed the ball. The stew leaned close again and
whispered, "It doesn't hurt. Just fills your mouth completely and you
can't make noise.  Open wide."

	She tilted the woman's head back a bit and compressed the ball
in her hand and inserted it. Lady Moulton gave a grunt. The stew
leaned back again. "Now, you horny bitch. In payment for this little
bit of assistance, I expect you to come to my flat tomorrow night with
these two sluts. Tell no one where you are going and be prepared to
spend the night. I plan to fuck you to death, and then you can have me
to do what you wish.  Understand?"

	Lady Moulton looked alarmed. Her breast was fast disappearing
into Heather's active mouth and she felt totally confused. She nodded.

	The stew noted the blond's alarm and whispered, "I won't hurt
you, or them. But you will have the best sex you've ever had. Or ever
will again." She stood up and walked back to her station. Her panties
were soaked, she was so excited. She had no idea why she had just
gotten so bold. It could cost her her job in a second if the passenger
reported her.

	She was totally amazed the woman had agreed. After five
minutes, her excitement not abating, she slipped into the lavatory and
frigged herself to two quick orgasms. It didn't help.  Grinning from
ear to ear, she began planning the next night, almost too shocked to
believe it might really happen.

	Heather was near to orgasm now. Her own groans were passing
through Moulton's sensitive nipple and giving her clit little shocks
to add to her soaring arousal.

	Sherry slipped a second finger into Heather's waiting pussy
and Heather began to hump backwards in a slow matching rhythm. It
wouldn't be long now. Lady Moulton hoisted up her own skirt and her
fingers dipped into her panties as she masturbated, first one, then
two, and now three fingers disappearing into her hole. It had been
years since she had been this hot and her passion and lust was taking
total control of her.

	The ball gag was working perfectly and the trio of women rose
toward the peak. Sherry was so happy Heather let her do her on the
plane. Heather got her so hot, she knew when they landed that Heather
would fuck her to exhaustion later in the hotel. She slipped a third
finger into the now very swollen mouth of Heather's cunt and picked up
the pace. Heather was starting to stiffen.

	Lady Moulton felt the wave of an orgasm approaching.  A wave
like nothing she had ever experienced in memory.  It approached and
her belly went tighter and tighter, but it didn't break, rising up
over her like some monster of lust, ready to crush her in its grasp.
She moaned a continuous call of sex. And still it built. Her fingers
moved faster and faster.

	Heather was going to explode and nothing could stop it now.
Her back was curved and her whole lower torso felt like a solid,
swollen sex gland. Sherry slipped a fourth finger into her and pushed
in and out rapidly. And the orgasm took her as it always did from the
rear. The explosion in her brain was joined by a red hot flush up the
front of her body and her pussy clamped down so hard on the invading
fingers that she held them in place as Sherry gently pulled and pushed
to add to her pleasure.

	Her jaw clamped down, pulling Lady Moulton's now engulfed tit
totally inside and pinning it against the roof of Heather's mouth. The
pain and pleasure sent the tidal wave crashing over Lady Moulton and
she screamed in release. A whimper to those behind them in the cabin,
but her soul sounded its pleasure in her wail. Her pussy flooded her
underwear with discharge and her fingers were crushed together as the
spasm hit. And the next. And yet a third.

	And then, they came down together in the quiet of the cabin as
the movie ended and a series of old TV sitcoms began to play.

	Lady Moulton removed the gag and licked her lips.  "My, god,
that was incredible. My dear, that was an experience I'll never
forget. Who needs movies!"

	Heather slowly turned back and kissed Sherry slowly and
erotically for some minutes. "That was delicious, my beautiful lover.
Can I do you now?"

	"No, I think I'll wait until we get back to the hotel later.
And then I'll collect my reward. I did good?"

	"You did me just perfectly. And Lady Moulton thanks you as
well."

	"Lady Moulton?"

	"Yes, she saw you and asked me to suck her tit for her while
she did herself. I think she liked it a lot."

	Sherry looked over at Lady Moulton and all three of them
started to laugh.

	"I believe I have us in a bit of a pickle." The worried look
on Lady Moulton's face caused the laughter to die down.

	Leaning together much like a huddle, she explained the
agreement she had made with the stewardess in the heat of passion.

	"Do you know her?" Sherry asked. "I mean, would it be safe?"

	"Not to be rude, but I hardly know either of you as well. I've
gotten myself into a very compromised position."

	Heather and Sherry looked at each other and nodded.  "Not with
us, you haven't." Heather spoke for both of them. "Look we can spend
the rest of the flight getting acquainted, but you have to decide
before we get there if you will simply tell her no thanks or that
we'll be there."

	"You mean you would actually go to her place for, well, a sex
orgy?" She clearly was in strange territory here. The doubt dripped
from her every word.

	"Well, we can always leave if we don't think it's safe or not
to our liking. I mean, she has to keep her reputation intact as well.
It's not a one way concern."

	"No offense, but I have rather a bit more at stake, I think."

	Heather took her arm and smiled into her eyes. "Tell us about
it. Why can't a beautiful rich woman with a cheating husband go to the
occasional sex orgy?"

	Lady Moulton smiled. Heather had a point. At least about her
husband. When do I get any action anymore, she asked herself. "My
first name is Barbara. Barbara Moulton. I'm a Lady because of my
husband is a Lord in the Parliament. Hence my title. We live in the
country north of London in a vast house we can't afford, travel too
much, and have to go to dreadful parties almost every night as we try
to keep up appearances. I married my husband for wealth and power and
got mostly the latter.  The wealth is mostly gone. The banks own us
now, for the most part, but dare not foreclose because of the
embarrassment. Travel like this is mostly paid for as part of my
husbands duties and I play the part of the adoring supportive wife in
public. I don't have much fun anymore. Anything I could want to do to
really let down my hair would be entirely too risky, so I can't do it.
Today's little adventure was way over the top for me."  She looked
into Heather's eyes. "Not that I didn't adore it. I haven't had an
orgasm like that since I was a teenager in the back of my boyfriend's
car in a field. I think I'm saying too much, actually."

	"You really need to get out and have some fun.  Sounds a bit
too restrictive for me, even with all the influence and other
bennies." Sherry was smiling.

	Barbara smiled back. "I concur completely."

	Heather and Sherry then told her about their backgrounds and
future dreams. And a bit about Traci.

	"Sounds serious, I'm jealous." Barbara was completely
surprised at herself. "And I'm shocked at myself for saying that. But,
I'll be damned if I'm not jealous. I never thought I fancied women."
Heather gave her a warm smile and squeezed her arm. Barbara squeezed
back.

	"Don't feel bad about being jealous of Traci.  Anybody that
has Heather for a lover even once wishes she was in Traci's shoes,
believe me." Sherry was jealous, but recognized the bond that existed
there and never pushed to make her casual relationship with Heather
more than it was. Not that she didn't wish it could be different. Damn
that girl made her horny to look at her.

	"I can believe that." Barbara said.

	Heather felt a hand down her ass as Traci worked to get her
skirt up to her waist. She turned back to look at her and Traci gave
her a real shit eating grin.

	"We're two hours till touch down and I know you aren't
satisfied with just one. Roll over and let momma play with you some
more."

	"Traci, we have enough problems without more sex right now,
don't you think." She caressed the grinning face.

	"Honey, I know you better than you think and you need this.
Roll over and stop being brave. Let me at that lush pussy of yours."

	Heather sighed and did as she was told. Sherry was probably
right. Once was never enough. Some days, ten was never enough. Barbara
would think she was a sex maniac.

	Barbara watched Heather shift and Sherry move over behind her
again. The tell-tale movements under the blankets told her that
Heather was about to be fucked again. What a horny little bitch, she
thought. And realized she was horny too. And jealous. To be so
carefree to be able to do this so easily. But she settled on watching
this time, a bit too nervous to get drawn into the action. What was
she going to tell the stew about her decision. Did she even have a
real choice. Certainly the stew knew who she was. Public disclosure
would be ruinous.

	Heather was breathing heavily now that Sherry's fingers
continued to roam over her lower ass and upper thighs. The nerves were
on high alert and her pussy was already brimming.

	"Is she a good lover?"

	Heather focused on Barbara. It was hard. The tunnel of lust in
her belly was sucking her down into its warmth and tension and she
wanted to just slide in and float.  "Yes, superb. Magic fingers. And
tongue. She knows every hot spot I have. And there are whole bunches."

	"Sounds delightful. Mind if I watch? And eavesdrop?  I love
the sound of sex."

	Heather was falling into the funnel. Deeper. Her belly was
tight. She could feel her nipples fight the fabric of the bra and the
tension spread across her chest.  "No. No. Join me."

	"No, not this time. I'm too nervous."

	Heather pulled her closer. "She's got my pussy swimming with
cum. I need her to go inside, but she's making me crazy with waiting."
Her voice was thick with lust and hot on Barbara's ear. Barbara was
already beginning to think she might actually want to participate.

	"You are a horny bitch, aren't you my dear?" She hugged
Heather to her neck, her fingers with their perfect red nails against
Heather's neck and cheek.

	"God, oh, God, yes. Horny. I'm so fucking horny.  She has such
long fingers. Ahhhhh!"

	"Not too noisy my dear. Tell me how she is fucking you."
Barbara's voice was deep and throaty with excitement.

	"Finger... tip... inside... ahhhh... ohhhhhh... god... good...
deeper, yes deeper... ohhhhh... give it to me... " Heather was
trembling with desire. Sherry's expert fingers were now touching the
sensitive nerves near her G spot, but not quite letting her have the
thrill of direct contact. Sherry had other things in mind for her
luscious lover's well-stimulated pussy.

	The stewardess was back with a drink tray, working her way
forward, glancing forward every so often to catch the action. She
could already make out that the women were back in a huddle and she
was eager to see if they were screwing again. Her hand was shaking as
she held the tray out to the few people in the isle and she could feel
her chest tighten with arousal at the thought of what the women up
front were doing. She was sure.

	"My dear, the stewardess will want to serve us drinks in just
a moment. Can you pause until she is gone?"  Barbara was trying to
think how to not be compromised yet again. But she held Heather to her
neck and stroked her face. Heather was clearly too far gone now to
stop. It was a stupid suggestion.

	The long fingers suddenly withdrew from Heather's cunt and the
nerves screamed in protest. And then she felt the cool smooth head of
Sherry's dildo on the back of her ass and upper thighs as Sherry
warmed it up before penetration. Heather wanted it inside her more
than anything in the world at that moment.

	"Dildo. Put it in. Hurry. Don't make me wait.  Ohhhhhh, god,
YES!"

	Barbara was shocked that Sherry was going to actually use a
vibrator in the cabin, but she was distracted by a voice in her ear.

	"Mind if I watch?" It was sexy, low and very breathy. The stew
was turned on. Very turned on.

	Barbara's instincts helped her here and without a pause she
turned and said in a very low voice, "Only if we can discuss our
agreement about tomorrow night. Other engagements make that impossible
for me. Or them."

	"God... oh... god... oh... god." The rhythm of Heather's chant
told Barbara that Sherry was pumping the dildo in and out of Heather's
pussy at a regular interval and Heather was almost beyond reason with
lust. Heather's hand was alternately gripping her arm and releasing it
as spasm after spasm raced across her belly and her brain's defences
fell away. She slid into the pool of lust in the tunnel and gave
herself to only one thought. Fuck me, oh fuck me, oh fuck me.

	The dildo penetrated ever deeper on each gentle but steady
insertion until all seven inches were filling Heather. Heather groaned
in short gasps as her insides grew hotter and hotter.

	The stewardess watched Heather's face and her hand almost
dropped the tray.

	"Careful, dear, or you'll get all wet." Barbara admonished the
stew.

	"Too late for that worry, I'm already soaked." The stew
whispered back, wanting to lick Barbara's ear, but her professional
caution held her back to a safe distance.  Checking to see if anybody
noticed she was lingering a bit, she satisfied herself that they were
all watching a movie or asleep and looked back down.

	"Barbara, I'm going to cum soon. Ahhhh... God, it's driving me
crazy. I'm sooo hot."

	Sherry flipped on the switch at the bottom of the vibrator and
Heather's nerves went wild from the sudden additional stimulation deep
inside her.

	"AHHHHHHHH! GOD! Shit, this is sooo fucking... good!"

	Barbara knew she was going to cum and held her face close to
her ear, her blood red nails a stark contrast to the white of
Heather's neck and ear.

	"I'mmmm cummmmm... inggggggggg!" It was a gasp and her voice
gurgled as the wave of tension flattened her belly and electric shocks
raced up her spine to her brain.  Then the stars came out as her brain
went into overload and exploded in thousands of short circuits of
pleasure.  Her body shook uncontrollably as wave after wave crashed
over her.

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: an257736@anon.penet.fi (Ramapo)
Date: Tue, 23 Apr 1996 20:06:19 UTC
Subject: Heather Pt. 26B A-C [F/F]

		      The Adventures of Heather
				  by
				Ramapo
			       Part 26B

	Barbara held the shaking girl and realized she was extremely
turned on herself. She looked at the stew and the stew was flushed
with excitement and their eyes locked. The stew shook her head.
"Can't, please. I'd like nothing better, believe me. I'd get fired for
sure.  Please come to my place."

	Barbara said, "Can't. Friday is the earliest I have open."

	The stew nodded eagerly. "Friday is good. My roommate will be
home as well. Please come. You promised."

	Barbara hesitated. An orgy. With women, for God's sake. Her
pussy tingled. "Yes. I can't speak for them.  But I'll ask."

	The stew put her hand on her arm and squeezed.  "Great. It
will be fun, you'll see. Try to convince them. My roommate will really
go for the blond on the end. She's hot." Then she walked back down the
isle, bumping her hip strategically against Barbara's shoulder as she
went by.

	Barbara liked the attention. And wondered if all those bumps
on the arm and shoulder over the years as she flew had been secret
overtures that she just missed. Next time she'd pay more attention.
But right now, Heather's still ragged breath on her ear and neck was
sending tingles down her spine and she wished she had used the
opportunity to get off again.

	But the opportunity was lost, as the lights went up in the
cabin and landing preparations began. Heather struggled to get her
skirt back around straight and buttoned up. Barbara carefully checked
her blouse under the blanket and found it mis-buttoned, so she fixed
it and then the blankets were put away and they pulled the arm rests
back down.

	Sherry leaned over. "Well, have you decided about the stew's
offer?"

	"Friday night. She wants you both to come with me.  I take it
there will be her and her roommate. Are you free?"

	Sherry looked pleased. Heather finally found her voice, her
face still bearing the tell-tale glow of recent sex and said, "We have
to find out what our schedule will be. I have to talk to Traci first."

	"OK." Barbara handed Heather her card. "There is my number. As
for me using Barbara and you'll get straight through. Lady Moulton is
never in. Now, I have another invitation for you. I'm having a rather
elaborate fancy dress affair day after tomorrow. All the powers to be
will be there, as it's one of those can't miss things. I want you both
to come and bring Traci. I'm going to frightfully bored if you don't.
Please say yes."

	Sherry and Heather grinned. "Sure, but, we have to be sure
we're free first. I'll let you know as soon as we get to the hotel.
Fancy dress? Gowns, that sort of thing?"

	"Yes, quite formal, I'm afraid. Black tie for the men. Can you
manage?"

	They had both packed some pretty formal clothes for the show
at the gallery and in seconds had figured out that they could make a
decent showing. "Yes, we have the clothes we need."

	"Smashing. Now I can't wait. Promise me you'll be a bit
outrageous. And include me in the fun as well?"

	Heather leaned over and to Barbara's amazement and secret
satisfaction, gave her a deep kiss full on the mouth. "You bet. We'll
think of something to help you pass the evening away pleasantly."

	The plane settled into the finally approach and touched down
smoothly. As they worked their way off the plane, the stew handed a
napkin with her name, address and phone number on it to Barbara.
"Friday."

	"Yes. I'm looking forward to it." Barbara said with a smile.
"Thank you for a very pleasant flight experience."

	"Thank you." The stew said with added emphasis on the you. And
winked.

	At the end of the ramp, Traci was waiting. She started to glow
as soon as she saw Heather. Sherry was careful to avoid any physical
contact with Heather as they came up the ramp and held back just a
bit. No signals here of competition.


	They settled back into the car with Traci driving and Traci
said, "OK, tell me all about the flight! I'm so glad to see you.
Really glad." She reached over and squeezed Heather's knee and then
returned to shifting gears.

	"Well, we met Lady Boulton just before departure when she
complained about the security person making Sherry publicly
demonstrate that her dildo wasn't a bomb or something... " Heather
never got to finish the sentence.

	"What! You met Lady Boulton!? Do you have any idea who she is?
And you had to publicly display your WHAT?!"

	"Calm down. Well, we know she is married to a Lord or
something. Very upper crust. She's bored stiff. Very pretty and her
husband cheats on her. And Sherry had a dildo in her handbag and the
guard made her take it out.  Lady Boulton embarrassed the guard to
death and got her to back off and let us through. We ended up sitting
next to each other."

	"Married to a Lord isn't the half of it. She's married to one
of the most powerful old land owners in the country. Hundreds of
thousands of acres. They practically support the arts over here single
handed.  Your art is hanging in one of her galleries. God, I hope you
didn't do anything that might screw up your contact now that you've
made it."

	"Well, we did have sex on the flight and she held me while
Sherry got me off again. Oh, and the stewardess wants all of us over
to her flat this Friday night for an orgy. And we're invited to a big
do at Barbara's place tomorrow night if we don't already have anything
more pressing." Heather was grinning and Sherry was shaking her head.

	"SEX!! You had SEX with the woman on the AIR PLANE?!!! And she
lets you call her Barbara?!! Amazing, just amazing." Traci was silent.
She literally was at a loss for words.

	"OK, from the top, slowly, tell me about the trip.  And leave
nothing out." Traci stared down the road and kept trying to remember
to pay attention, because she still wasn't used to driving on the
opposite side of the road.

	So, Heather and Sherry told her the whole story, paying
particular attention to describe the sex in detail.  In the end, Traci
was hot and flushed, and even more amazed.

	"Only you, my Heather darling, could make the most powerful
contact you could have in the UK by having sex with her in a public
place, have others want to start an orgy with the woman and have
everyone just loving every minute of it. Truly a five star
performance."

	"Can we go?"

	"To the orgy? We'll have to talk about that."

	"No, to Barbara's tomorrow night. We might meet the Prime
Minister and everything!"

	"I don't have the right clothes for that kind of thing,
honey."

	"We'll shop in the morning and get you something.  This is
once and a lifetime opportunity. And Barbara wants us to think up
something daring to do while we are there and include her in the fun."

	"Fun such as?"

	"I think something sexy and erotic. We have to plan it out.
She's so bored and wants to have some fun. And she's pissed at her
husband and I think wants to get even a bit. Anyway, we can come up
with something to ease her pain." Heather was already thinking ahead.

	"Yes, I have no doubt that you'll think of something.  Nothing
too risky, though, I hope. You have no idea what kind of trouble you
could cause if there were a scandal."

	"Well, we want her to have fun, though, so we'll let her
decide just how risky she wants it to be as we go along and she can
call a halt whenever."

	"Here's the hotel. Let's go in and relax and let the travel
dust out of your hair. Tonight you have to be at the gallery to meet
your fans. You have to be at your best for that."

	Sherry sat in silence. It hurt to see Traci and Heather be so
totally comfortable together. She was jealous. A tear rolled down her
cheek. Heather noticed immediately and wiped it away.

	Once in the room, they settled in and while Heather was still
in the bathroom, Traci came over to her and said, "I haven't thanked
you properly for being with Heather on the long flight. I can tell you
are a good friend. And perhaps more." She moved very close and placed
her hand on Sherry's cheek.

	"Well, you two are... "

	"We are lovers. We are friends. I love her very much. But
she's still a wild thing and isn't ready to settle down. And she
attracts the nicest people all the time. I'm very lucky to have her.
Can I have you as well?"

	Traci's frank, direct approach caught her off guard.  The hand
remained and Sherry pressed her face against it as an answer. She
wasn't being shut out, but being invited in. And she accepted without
another word, kissing Traci deeply and feeling Traci stroke her long
hair. God, could she keep up with both of them? She was about to find
out!

	Traci removed Sherry's blouse and began to stoke the pert
breasts with the back of her fingernails. As expected, in seconds
Sherry's nipples hardened to pebbles and began to ache.

	"Oh, that is nice. I have butterflies in my stomach!"

	The trace of the fingernails went lower across her belly and
up her sides and Sherry was shuddering from the nerves in her skin
going wild. This was a technique she needed to remember for sure! Wow!

	With one hand continuing the endless trail of sensations,
Traci unbuttoned Sherry's skirt and it fell to the floor. Sherry was
wearing a white silk half slip and matching lace panties. Traci pulled
Sherry hard against her, her hands gripping the back of Sherry's very
firm ass and digging into the crack between her buns. Traci's
delicious breasts moulded themselves over Sherry's smaller ones and
the pressure on their chests made their breath quicken.

	Sherry was trembling inside. She loved a lover who was capable
and skilled and Traci was both. She knew she was about to be laid by
an expert and gave herself to Traci completely.

	Their mouths opened and long tongues slid past each other on
their way deep inside and then the mouths closed over each other and a
wonderfully wet, intimate French kiss carried them higher and then
Traci eased her new lover back onto the bed and pulled her half slip
down the long straight legs and tossed in on a chair. Sherry began to
peel the panties down but Traci gently stopped her and began to kiss
her breasts, working her way down to her belly and the top of the
panties. The silk now spotted with a wet stain as Sherry began to open
up from stimulation.

	Finally, Traci slid down and placed her lips over the swollen
cunt and began to suck through the silk. Sherry gasped. She bucked as
the sensation through the silk caught her off guard. It was delicious,
a bit indirect and left her extremely sensitive clit at a level she
could enjoy instead of causing pain. Traci began to lick her through
the clothe and her hips took on a life of their own as she rose to
meet each deep swipe of her insides.  The silk was allowing her to
enjoy a slow climb toward orgasm she had rarely enjoyed. Usually, a
tongue in her pussy set her off in seconds and then her clit would be
too sore to continue for quite some time. But not now.  Her clit was
rock hard and ached and sent tingles into her belly.

	"Oh, god," her breath was rushing in and out in shuddery
gasps. "I... never... underwear... need... to... cum... oh... yes...
Yes!... yes... oh... ohhhhh."

	It was a litany of lust as her mind focused on nothing but the
long tongue now pressing the thin silk deep into her pussy. She
wrapped her thighs around Traci's ears and pressed Traci hard against
her.

	Unused to this slow climb toward orgasm, she thought many
times that she would cum, but the release held off and she began to
thrash as her need for release grew and grew. Her arms began to slam
down on the bed in uncontrolled fury and the passion between her
thighs drove her wild.

	Slam! "Make me cum, damn you... OH... OHHHHH. Shit.  Fuck...
Cum... MAKE ME CUM!" Slam. Slam! The bed shook with the fury of her
physical reaction.

	"Please!... Please!... OH, god... cum... I'm so fucking...
HOT!... Oh, Traci... Oh, Oh, OH!... Please"

	Traci drove her to the brink and then, through the silk,
closed her lips tightly around the rock hard clit and pulled on it
over and over. And then the release hit.  A sensation of her belly
going solid with tension, white heat pouring out of her pulsing pussy
up her front and into her face. She trembled and shook and groaned in
short gasps as her breath was driven from her. And then, just as the
tingles began to slow slightly, the second orgasm took her and she
passed out in the middle of a wild groan that ended in a hiss of air.
Her body continued to quiver as she continued to release even though
she was now unaware.

	Traci crawled next to her and held her close and stroked her
back and arms. Sherry calmed down, but the exhaustion of the trip and
now this intense sex drove her deep into sleep. She began to snore
softly in Traci's ear. There would be time later for more.

	Traci grinned and eased a pillow up under Sherry's head and
then pulled a sheet over her, then the spread.  Sherry looked
beautiful as she lay there, a sexual flush still in her face, a halo
of now wild blond hair spilling over the pillow and out onto the
sheets. Traci patted her and kissed her forehead and then picked up
Sherry's things and carefully folded them and put them over the back
of a chair.

	At that moment, Heather came out of the bathroom in an
absolutely devastating teddy and nothing else. Traci's heart skipped a
beat. God, she was beautiful.

	Heather kissed her and slid down and pulled her skirt off. In
seconds, the panties joined the skirt around her ankles and then
Heather buried her tongue between her thighs. How did Heather know
just what she needed! She sighed and balanced herself with one leg on
the bed and a hand on the dresser. A week with no Heather had been
pure Hell. Actually worse than hell.

	And now she was going to Heaven with a beautiful angel taking
her there. Leading her by the clit.  Heather's tongue washed over the
now hard and exposed bump and Traci gasped and then, unexpectedly,
came in Heather's face in a rush. It was the first of many for both of
them that morning in the hotel. Then Heather slept in Traci's arms and
Traci lay there listening to Sherry snore gently in the next bed and
felt Heather's hot breath on her ear.  Yes, this was Heaven. No doubt.

	She began to think of things they could do at Barbara's party.
She dismissed them all as too risky.  She drifted off to sleep as
well.


	They all got up and dressed for dinner and then the show at
the gallery. Heather called and asked for Barbara and in a few
moments, Barbara came on the line.

	"What a delight to hear your voice, my dear. I was afraid you
wouldn't call."

	"I would never do that! We can come if the invitation still
holds."

	"That's wonderful! I'll have the invitations sent round
tomorrow to the hotel. Now, can you tell me what you have in mind?"

	"Ummmmm, not yet. We have a few ideas, but nothing final yet.
We're too afraid of getting you in hot water.  If you know what I
mean."

	"Unfortunately, yes. But let me worry about that.  You let me
know ahead of time what you think of and I'll veto anything that might
be too risky."

	"Fine. That would be great."

	"Super. Now, let me have your full names and room number at
the hotel. Also, I have arranged for escorts for the party, as I can't
have you just sitting at the table by yourselves. Too conspicuous.
I'll give you passes for the run of the place and a small map so you
can get around. It is very large and we can't have you get lost. Just
have fun. Oh, I've arranged to come down on Friday to see the show and
your pictures. My agent says you have real promise and I should buy
them all up as a sure thing."

	Heather blushed. "Thank you. I'll send a note about out plans
and you can tell us what is OK when we get there, OK?"

	"Fine. It's all set then. I can't wait. Say hello to Sherry
and Traci for me. I'm sorry I couldn't wait to meet Traci at the
airport, but I was behind schedule and had a whole room of people
waiting for me for some stupid meeting. Couldn't be helped I'm
afraid."

	"They say hello back. We can't wait to see you again.
Goodbye!"

	"Goodbye! And they rang off.

	"It's all set. Our invitations arrive tomorrow and we are to
be the bells of the ball. She would like us to send a note over with
out plans and she'll veto anything that is too risky. I definitely get
the feeling she wants us to be a bit outrageous for her privately if
we can pull it off. I wish we could find a way to give her some
leverage over her husband. There she sits all frustrated and he is off
screwing around." Heather found her wrap and they headed for the
elevator. Attractively attired, but not too sexy, they stilled turned
every male head in the lobby as they headed for the door. Once in the
cap, they all giggled.


	"Dear Lady Mouton (the note read),


	We have decided to come to the party and bed as many of your
husband's lovers as possible before the night is over. We want to
arrange to have secret pictures taken of each tryst so you will have
some damaging proof each of the women is bi-sexual. That should keep
the current crop of women at bay and spread some fear among any
potential replacements.

	To accomplish this, we will need for you to arrange for a
camera with very fast film and a blue light flash (to make the person
unaware pictures are being taken. We assume you can get this and have
it in the house before we arrive, as we don't think we can get such a
thing past security, given the guests you implied would be there.

	We also need access to as many bedrooms as you can manage in a
private part of the house so that the victims can be escorted there in
privacy and left to their own affairs (Oh, I made a silly pun!) after
we are done with them.

	Finally, once we arrive, we wish to take complete charge of
your sex life for the evening and can only promise you some excitement
and fun before the evening is over, assuming much of an opportunity
presents itself.

	Now, if you agree to the first part, please wear something
blue above the waist as a signal. If you agree to the second part,
please wear something yellow. And if you agree to both, wear something
red.

	Oh, and no masturbating before we get there! <g> A little
anticipation will go a long way.


	Your potential partners in mayhem and vice,


	Heather, Sherry and Traci


	P.S. Please discard this somewhere very safe, for obvious
reasons!"


	Heather licked the stamp and told the concierge it had to be
delivered immediately. When he saw the address, his eyes widened just
a bit and said it would go out at once. And refused a tip. Heather
thought to herself that their stock had just gone up in his eyes.


	It was one of the rare opportunities Heather had to use the
special underwear so carefully made for her that previous summer. And
she had brought along an incredibly hot black scoop neck dress that
almost failed to cover her breasts, accented her tiny waist and flared
over her hips and tail. Her legs sprang out of the bottom like two
beacons inviting the eyes to follow their nicely sculpted thighs right
to her pussy. When she pulled the panties on, the special fabric eased
into position and gripped her buttocks and upper belly in a nice firm,
flat restraint, like hands. As she walked around the room, she could
feel the crotch area settle firmly into place, holding her pussy like
a hot hand. Her clit tried to spring forth, but it was pushed back
down and held there, only the top edge rubbing gently along the silk
like elastic. As she moved, tingles and sparks jumped to her belly.
She had forgotten how these damn things got her so turned on!

	Then, she eased the bra into position under her heavy,
thrusting breasts and the upper edge of the cups just covered her
nipples, leaving the top half of the dark areola exposed. Then, the
web of fine spaghetti straps settled on her outer shoulder and around
the back to the clasp.

	Traci came over to pull the straps together and hook the
catch. The result was spectacular, to say the least.  Her already
beautiful, long nippled tits now stood out even further and seemed
suspended as if by magic as she moved around.

	"Wow! THAT is some bra, baby!" Sherry said in admiration. How
the hell does it DO that? There isn't anything to it. No wires, no
heavy straps, nothing but a damn wisp of clothe! And I can't get over
how hot your tits look held up and out that way. Magical levitation.
What do you think Traci?"

	"I think we're going to be late if we don't hurry up a bit.
You look fantastic as always, honey. Hard to go wrong with that shape
of yours." Traci was also showing off her own nice chest in a billowy
white blouse that would pull and move a lot under her jacket, her
breasts being unencumbered with a bra.

	Heather pulled on her black dress and Sherry zipped her up.
With the very nice hairdo she got from the hotel hairdresser that day,
she was stunning. She slipped on very high black heels reached for her
wrap.

	If the three of them had turned heads the previous night on
their way to the gallery, tonight the lobby came to a stop as both men
and women gawked openly. Three more beautiful women had rarely, if
ever, graced this hotel and as they went through the revolving door to
the waiting limo, the lobby burst into a buzz of gossip. Who were
they? Where were they going? And then when Lady Mouton's name began to
be passed around, they understood.

	The limo ride was almost an hour and a half out into the
country and it was just after dark when they came down the long lane
and pulled up in front of the vast house. A country estate in the
grand tradition of British landed gentry, the beautiful home was
breathtaking. The three of them presented their invitations to the
security guard, who asked to see more identification and their
passports seemed to do just fine.

	Inside, another security check and then they were announced
and started down a long receiving line. As they were introduced along,
near the end, Heather spotted Barbara at last and her breath caught.
Barbara was in a very attractive, all red dress! Heather nudged Traci
and she Sherry and they almost started giggling again.

	Heather was wet before she got to Barbara. What a night this
would be, she hoped. Barbara spotted her coming down the line and her
eyes lingered (as did everyone in the line, at the impossibly low cut
dress she had on, and the spectacular set of breasts being exposed.
Almost naked, but not quite. How the hell was that thing staying up?
She tore her eyes away from the swollen orbs and shook hands. She was
grinning wildly. She felt so wicked.

	Heather said. "It's so nice to see you again. We are so
looking forward to this very special evening.  Thank you for inviting
us." She pressed a small note into Barbara's hand. Barbara slipped it
into a very small pocket in the side of the dress.

	"It is all my pleasure. I hope you enjoy yourself thoroughly
tonight. The receiving line will break up in a few moments and I can
introduce you to your escorts and dinner companions for the evening.
Are we all clear and have our signals straight for the evening?" The
grin just wouldn't quit.

	"Heather grinned back. Couldn't be clearer. You might want to
do a bit of reading before the evening gets too far along. Could be
you need to see to a few things."

	Barbara's husband was now openly ogling Heather's chest and
Barbara poked him in the ribs with her elbow.  "Stop staring at the
girl's bosom and greet the rest of our guests, Robert," she said
sharply.

	The line broke up and Barbara excused herself long enough to
slip into the nearby library and read Heather's second note. It read:


	"Barbara, you are now our sex slave for the evening.  You
first order is to remove all your underwear. If you have on pantyhose,
remove it and replace it with stockings and a garter. We will check
you before dinner. Failure to follow this instruction will cause you
to loose your special dessert after dinner."


	Barbara took a deep breath. It was beginning. She was so
excited, she locked the library door, went to a corner and stripped
quickly, removing everything, then pulling only her dress back over
her now loose breasts, flat tummy and long legs. They were already
encased in silk stockings and held up with garters. The cool air on
her already moist pussy made it tingle and get even wetter. Her hand
trembled as she hid the slip and bra in a drawer.

	Head held high, she could feel the erotic tug on her nipples
from the seams in the dress cups and they grew hard and ached as she
walked. She knew she had nice tits, even if they were a bit small. But
the shape was good and there was little sag. They bounced slightly as
she almost strutted down the long hall.

	The three women waited near the entrance to a large room where
cocktails were being served. Heather could tell at a glance that the
woman had done as she was instructed. Barbara's eyes were shining with
excitement as she approached.

	She reached over to a shelf and from behind a large vase, she
pulled out an envelope and gave it to Heather.  "Now, shall we go in
and get introduced around? Anyone I introduce to you as a young lady
of interest' is a mistress my husband is keeping. Don't read the
material in that envelope in here. After a bit, go to the room at the
very end of this hall and the three of you read it together. Lock the
door. Please don't lose the papers.  OK, here we go!"

	She took Heather's arm and whispered in her ear as they went
in, "I'm naked underneath and so wet I can't believe it. Can I have my
dessert now?"

	Heather grinned and whispered back. "Patience. You have to
wait until the time is ripe."

	"I'm ripe now, I can tell you."

	"That's nice. I'm horny for you too." She squeezed back.

	The room was full of over two hundred men and women in fancy
dress. No a few of the women were young and voluptuous, but Barbara
gave no sign. As they worked the room, they finally came to a corner
area and a young wasp-wasted woman with large silicon assisted breasts
was holding forth with several other people. As she turned around,
Heather was instantly taken with her beauty and grace. Her melon sized
breasts were straining the dress and spilling out to top in a display
that was awesome in appearance. She was a natural beauty, with her
hair lightened in blond accents.

	"Now, Heather my dear, here is a young lady of interest.
Cynthia, this is Heather, a young artist now showing in one of our
finer galleries. You look particularly attractive tonight Cynthia my
dear. If you'll excuse me for a moment." Barbara slipped away, leaving
Heather to face Cynthia, who appeared a bit pale.

	"How nice to meet you. How are you associated with Lady
Mouton?"

	Cynthia hesitated. "Actually, I'm an old friend through her
husband." Cynthia's eyes traced over Heather's bosom, obviously quite
natural, unlike her own, and they widened a bit as she perceived that
a bit of areola peered over the top of the dress. She loved breasts,
and here were a set to rival her own. Her pussy moistened. She never
slept with women, but was always buying girly magazines to look at the
tits.

	"You have a beautiful shape, Cynthia. You boyfriend must
really enjoy those." Cynthia tore her eyes from the straining chest
just opposite her own and stammered. "I hope he does. Sometimes I
wonder if they were worth what they cost me."

	"Well, I'd know what to do with them." Heather was direct.
Let's see what she does.

	Cynthia knew Heather was hitting on her. "I bet you get enough
practice with your own." Their eyes met.  "Unfortunately, I'm not into
sex with women. But you would be quite a handful, I'm sure."

	Heather didn't press. This would be easy. "Maybe later we
could talk about this some more"

	"I have an engagement later. A man thing. With a big cock for
my pussy."

	"There's more than one way to stuff a pussy, you know."
Heather wanted to do it right then, but Barbara wandered back. Her
timing was actually excellent, as it were.

	"Well, have we gotten to know each other a bit?  Sorry,
Cynthia, but Heather is in demand on the other side of the room."

	Cynthia steered her away and whispered in her ear.  "The
others are in the library waiting for you, read the information I gave
you in the envelope. Are you going through with this?"

	"Of course. See you in a bit. If you see us come in and out,
don't interrupt unless something is wrong or you think we have to stop
for some reason. Phase one will be over before dinner." She gave
Barbara a squeeze, reaching past her arm and stroking the side of the
bobbing boob under the dress. Heather's fingers felt hot through the
fabric. Barbara gave a shiver and squeezed the hand against her side.
God, this girl could make her hot.

	They parted at the door and Heather hurried to the library.
Knocking softly on the large oak door, she hear the lock turn and
Sherry peeked out. "Oh, good, it's you.  Get in here."

	Heather slipped inside and tore open the envelope.  Inside was
a map of the house, six passes to the private wing, and three bedrooms
marked with an "x". A symbol for a camera was placed in the first
room, with the word "dresser" followed by a "1". "Ok, here are the
rooms we can use. Memorize the layout. The camera is in the dresser,
top drawer in the first room. Now, I've already met Cynthia and she
likes girls, although I don't think she's ever had sex with one. This
should be easy. How about you two?"

	Sherry spoke first. "Gail. Skinny, gap in her upper teeth.
Pretty in a dark way. Long dark hair piled up on her head. Oh, big
tits. Silicon probably. They look good on her, but in a way that tells
you way too big for the body naturally, you know what I mean?
Definitely not into women for sex. Smart. The big tits actually look
good on her. She's shy about them, from the way she dresses and holds
herself. Probably hasn't had them too long. Big like that I mean."

	"Linda." Traci followed up. "Pretty brunette, short hair, big
boobs as well. At least we know he likes big tits! Not so sharp.
Seemed a bit fuzzy when I came on to her. Confused her. I think she
doesn't know what to think. I should think she'll enjoy it, then be
totally conflicted about it for a long time."

	"OK," Heather said. "I'm first. Traci, you're on the camera.
Sherry, wait thirty minutes and then bring Gail up. I'll be the camera
operator for you. You take Traci's pictures. Remember, don't get
carried away. Watch the clock. We have to be down for dinner. Leave
the bimbos in the room afterward to fend for themselves. Now here are
the pills." She gave each of them one. "Slip it in their drink and it
will dissolve in about five seconds. It's pretty much tasteless. It
takes five minutes to hit them and you can tell because their eyes
will unfocus and they will start to slur their speech.  Just move in
and firmly suggest going somewhere and lying down until they feel
better. They will be confused and not thinking clearly, so don't pay
any attention to what they say from that point on. They are pretty
much putty at that point. Within fifteen minutes, they are going to be
totally under your control, but keep them on their feet and get them
to the room as fast as possible. OK, all set? Good luck everyone."

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: an257736@anon.penet.fi (Ramapo)
Date: Tue, 23 Apr 1996 20:09:50 UTC
Subject: Heather Pt. 26C A-C [F/F]

		      The Adventures of Heather
				  by
				Ramapo
			       Part 26C

	Heather headed straight across the ballroom for Cynthia, who
was still holding forth in the corner. As she approached, she noticed
that Cynthia's champagne glass was almost empty. She spotted a waiter
and lifted two glasses of the tray, dropping the pill into one from
her palm as her hand crossed the lip of the glass. It dropped to the
bottom and was dissolved before she reached Cynthia.

	"Hello again." She held out the glass to Cynthia, who set down
her now empty one and took it.

	"Thank you. We do have waiters for this, you know."

	Heather wondered if she should smack her. Instead, she just
smiled. "Of course, but I spotted your empty glass and thought I'd
save you the trip. Here's to Lord and Lady Mouton."  She lifted her
glass in a toast and Cynthia, to be polite, raised hers and took a
good sip. It was a weak toast, but Heather couldn't think of anything
else.

	"So, you said you know Lord Mouton. Do you work for him?"
Heather said as innocently as possible.

	Cynthia gave her a curious look and hesitated. "No.  Old close
family friend of my father." Which was true.  And also a lie. Lord
Mouton kept her in a very expensive exclusive flat in London and paid
all her expenses.

	"I understand many of the old families keep in close touch in
England. Like a sort of club of rich people."  Heather keep talking.

	Cynthia didn't seem to mind the young American's feeble
attempts at conversation. "Yes and no. They all know each other to
some extent. Most are members of the House of Lords, went to the same
schools, belong to the same clubs in London. Hard to miss each other.
My daddy and Lord Mouton were in school and the service together.  We
kids just got shipped back and forth between houses and I thought I
had more uncles and aunts. It was very confusing for a while!"

	"Oh. Sounds nice. This sure is a beautiful home."  Heather
looked around. The room was spectacular, with statues and busts along
the walls, along with many large oil paintings depicting great battles
in British history.  As she looked around, she took the occasion to
study Cynthia's eyes and thought she detected a small amount of flush
in her face.

	"You look hot."

	Cynthia didn't know how to take the comment, given Heather's
earlier attempt to hit on her. "I... "

	"The room is a bit warm. Are you OK"

	"Oh, I thought... " she giggled. "Yesh, I'm fin... " She
slowly looked at Heather and her eyes were pools as her eyes dilated.
Now, in seconds, her speech was slush.

	Heather put down their glasses and took Cynthia's arm firmly
at the elbow and began to steer her toward the side exit. "You need to
lie down for a few minutes. You look terrible."

	"Mmmmmm confoozed bit. What happnin."

	They cleared the room and headed down the hall toward a side
staircase. In this wing, upstairs at the end was the bedroom. They
headed up the stairs. Heather studied Cynthia's tits as they jiggled
their way up the stairs.  She idly wondered if her own boobs were
still in the dress. A glance down told her they were.

	"Wrrr goin?"

	"There is a bedroom down here where you can lie down for a few
minutes and no one will notice."

	"Nice."

	"Yes, then I'm going to undress you and fuck you."

	"Nice. Fuck me. Nice. Pretty Heather. Nice tits.  Don't do it
with women."

	"Yes, I know. But tonight will be an exception, now won't it?"

	They reached the top of the stairs and down the hall a few
feet away as a security guard.

	"I'm sorry madam, but this part of the house is a bit off
limits to the guests, I'm afraid." He was handsome and very polite.

	Heather fished out the two passes for her and Cynthia and
handed them to the guard. "Yes, well, Lady Mouton asked me to escort
her to a bedroom and tuck her in. Too much champagne I think." The
guard saw the passes were in order and handed them back. He failed to
lift his eyes from the two impressive chests and began to talk to
their tits.

	"Of course. Don't loose the passes. She looks a bit under the
weather." His eyes were solidly fastened on Heather's partially
exposed nipples.

	Heather realized his stare was turning her on. And her nipples
hardened. "Yes, thank you. Be back in a bit.  Don't want to be late
for dinner."

	He finally looked up. "No, of course not." He blushed. Caught
red handed. "I. Sorry, that was rude."

	"Don't apologize. If we put them out on display, we have to
expect the stares. Do you like them?"

	He hesitated. "Quite remarkable, if you'll allow me to be
frank. Don't ever remember seeing better. Quite beautiful. Sorry, it
is a bit lonely up here, so... "

	Heather leaned over and kissed him on the cheek and whispered
in his ear. "Thank you."  She pushed Cynthia on down the hall,
counting doors. At the right one, she opened the door and guided
Cynthia inside and shut the door. In the low lighting, she could see a
four poster canopy bed with a deep red spread. The room was
sumptuously decorated.

	Heather took it in with a sweep of her eyes and began to unzip
the back of Cynthia's dress.

	"Naughty. Take dress off." Cynthia was trying to talk and
couldn't make sense come out. Heather peeled the dress carefully over
her head. Next came the platform bra and Cynthia's oversized melons
drooped a bit and the nipples went hard from the cool air in the room
hitting them.

	Heather began to run her hands over these delightful tits and
decided that she liked their heavy feel in her hands. She leaned
forward and took a turgid nippled deep into her hot mouth and began to
wash the tip with her tongue.

	Cynthia groaned. "goshhhh. No. Wrong." She tried to push
Heather away and the weak pushed failed.  Heather's hot tongue was
making her horny, in spite of being half drugged. Heather changed
nipples and firmly manipulated the breasts with her hands, pushing the
swollen flesh around. Funny, you can't tell there is silicon in there.
They feel like mine, only harder.  Suddenly, she was hot herself.

	Keep you mind on what you are doing. She thought.  She guided
Cynthia to the bed and realized that Cynthia didn't have on pantyhose
or stockings. Just a pair of very sexy, incredibly brief silk panties.
The woman did have a truly voluptuous shape. Now Heather's pussy was
soaking wet. Focus, she thought.

	She pulled the stays off the canopy at each post and quickly
tied Cynthia's arms back and to the corners.

	"Oh, I slave. Don't hurt master. Heather fuck me.  No,
please."

	Heather pulled the woman's panties down and laid them on a
chair. In seconds, she tied the woman's ankles to the lower posts and
then quickly removed her dress and underwear. Sitting on the edge of
the bed, she again began to rub the woman's breasts, enjoying their
firm resistance on her palms. They stood up with almost no tendency to
sag to the sides. The nipples were rock hard and dug into her palms as
she rasped her hands over them, beginning to pull and tug gently on
them.

	Cynthia groaned. Heather could smell hot pussy and realized
the woman was very turned on. She relaxed. At this point, she decided
to enjoy fucking the woman and forget why she was there with her.

	She got up on the bed and straddled one of Cynthia's
restrained thighs and began to lick and suck these delicious oversized
breasts. Cynthia's breath was getting very ragged and she was now
whimpering and groaning slightly. The licking moved lower and lower,
always returning to the wrinkled nipples and then she started to bite.

	Cynthia finally gasped out a request. "Ohhhhhh.  Fuck me.
Heather. Fuck me. Jesus." She said it clearly and distinctly, the
slurring from her speech gone. It alarmed Heather and she sat up and
stared into Cynthia's eyes. They were still very dilated, indicating
the drug was now in full effect. She relaxed again.

	She wasn't sure just how much time was left before Traci would
arrive to take pictures, so she decided to pick up the pace and be
sure they were ready. Sliding down, she began to lick up the sides of
Cynthia's thighs and around the edges of the soaking wet pussy. It's
fresh, hot smell was driving her own erotic reaction higher and
higher.

	"Ohhhhhh. Lick me. Yes. Make me cum." Deep into the lust
pushing the fuzzy effect of the drug from her brain, Cynthia was now
more and more focused on the pulsing fire pouring out of her cunt into
her belly and brain. Her chest was on fire, the nipples feeling cold
and electric. Unlike some women who get implants and loose most of the
feeling in their nipples, her breasts had come alive after the
operation to a level much greater than before.

	Heather reversed her position and now was in a 69, finally
lowering her head and pushing her tongue between the swollen lips. She
was greeted with a hot flow of lubrication as she plowed her tongue up
and down the folds. Cynthia shuddered and groaned and gasped, twisting
against her bonds as the heat in her thighs shot to her brain in
growing cascades.

	Without warning, and much to her astonishment, Heather
suddenly felt Cynthia's hot tongue on her ass and then penetrate her
own steamy pussy. The insertion of a very long tongue deep inside her
brought her to a halt for a moment as she became captive to her own
rising lust.

	"Oh, that is nice." Heather said, almost to herself.

	"Don't stop." Cynthia mumbled back. Lust now focused her and
drove her. Although one part of her was amazed at what was going on,
she continued to lick the woman's pussy and push her tongue inside.
She'd never done this before, but her first attempt was none to bad
and Heather was shortly gasping herself, now bent back to the task at
hand. It wouldn't be long now. Maybe they would cum together.

	Now intent on what she was doing, Heather didn't hear the door
open and close or the drawer to the dresser slide open and shut. It
was only when Traci settled on the bed next to them, camera in hand,
that she looked up.

	"You look like you're having fun, not dishing out punishment
to this evil woman."

	Heather was sitting up and fucking Cynthia's face as the eager
tongue washed her insides. Her belly tightened and she shivered. "She
just started." It was a gasp.  Her breath became more and more uneven.
Traci recognized the symptoms.

	"Hey, my young lover. Look, I can't take pictures of you if
your face is in the field of view, and we can't see her face with it
buried in your pussy like this. Cum and then finish her off. Hurry
up." Heather's head was back and she couldn't be sure she was paying
attention. Her nostrils were flared and she was gasping and shaking
uncontrollably.

	"Oh! She's making me cummmmmmm!" Heather reached out and
grasped Traci's shoulder to brace herself as she felt her stomach go
solid and a wave of heat begin to pour across her front. Traci, out of
habit, began to stroke Heathers bounding tits and pull the long
nipples. The orgasm slammed through her and she shook hard. It was a
minute or two before she could continue on Cynthia. She moved out of
the 69 and between her legs and began to make her cum with her tongue.
Cynthia began to groan and then her back bent and she came in
Heather's mouth.

	Traci shot a series of photos, being careful to keep the
Heather's face out of the pictures, but clearly showing Heather's
breast and sometimes a bit of the curve of her hip and her pussy.
Cynthia's face was lovely as the lust coursing through her body showed
clearly on her face. The woman was clearly enjoying the experience.
Too, bad she's not going to like the ending to this little escapade,
Traci thought. Nice body.

	"OK, kid, we got what we wanted. You can quit now."

	"Just a minute. She's ready to go again." Heather sucked the
hard button of Cynthia's clit between her lips and Cynthia came again
with a wild cry. A couple of quick licks and Heather sat up. "Too bad.
I like her."

	"You like everyone. Get dressed. Sherry's next door now and
you have to take the photos. I'm on my way down to the party to pick
up my target. Hurry."

	They hugged.

	Traci headed back down the hall. Heather dressed as fast as
possible, put Cynthia's pass on the chair with her clothes and slipped
through the door to the room next door through the adjoining passage.

	Gail was tied to the bed naked, with her oversized melons
thrusting straight up in defiance of gravity.  Sherry had a gag on her
and her legs were tied up high to the tops of the posts, holding
Gail's legs up almost at right angles to her hips and wide apart.
Sherry was between her legs licking like mad and Gail was twisting and
groaning and yelling into the gag.  Sherry was still dressed!

	Gail was sweating and her skin glistened in the dim light in
the room.

	"Sherry, for god's sake, you have to get out of that dress. We
have to make sure you can't be identified."

	Sherry lifted her head long enough to say. "OK, you undo me
and help me out of the clothes. Then suck her boobs or something. The
bitch just won't cum."

	"She doesn't like it?"

	Heather had set down the camera and was pulling Sherry's dress
up and then over her head. She unsnapped her bra and it fell to the
floor by her knees. Her pert breasts hung down slightly. Heather eased
her french cut panties off and eased her shoes off and put everything
on a chair out of the way.

	Sherry finally responded. "Not at first. She really yelled,
bucked and damn near knocked me out a couple of times with the knees.
So I tied her up like this and gagged her with a scarf from the
dresser over there."  Sherry buried her tongue in the now slick pussy
and Gail groaned and her hips bucked again against Sherry's mouth.
Sherry came up for air. "But she finally got hot, she just doesn't
cum. I think she's so hot she must be ready to explode. But she just
keeps moaning." She buried her face in the steamy pussy and began to
tickle the hard clit again. Gail whimpered and moaned.

	Heather sat on the edge of the bed and began to stroke the
firm breast next to her. She leaned forward and said.

	"Do you want us to stop?" Gail opened her dilated eyes and
tried to focus on Heather's face. She shuddered as Sherry's tongue
roared up into her pussy again. Her face glistened with sweat. "No."
She shook her head.

	"Do you ever have orgasms?" It was a valid question.  Maybe
this was a mission impossible and they should just take staged photos
and get out.

	No. Another head shake.

	"Sherry's very good at what she's doing. Maybe this time."

	No.

	"I'm going to take off the gag so you can breathe.  Please
don't scream or we'll have to put it back on.  There, better?"

	Gail's head was back and she was groaning and whimpering.
"Please, fuck me, please, put something in my pussy and fuck me. Oh,
my god. This is so fucking good."

	"Sherry, do you have a dildo in your purse?"

	"No." And back into the cunt.

	Heather glanced around the room and spotted a candelabra on
the dresser. She went over and removed a fat blue candle from the
holder and returned to the bed.  "Hear, any port in a storm."

	Sherry looked up and took the candle and slid it into her
mouth and got it very wet, when pressed the fat end into the open hole
in front of her. Gail began to groan and hump the candle as inch after
inch went in, filling her up.

	"Yes, oh, so big. Nice big cock. Fuck me hard."

	Sherry began to pump the candle in and out and lick the now
exposed clit. Sherry was bucking and twitching.  But she didn't cum.

	Heather took a nipple in her mouth and sucked and pulled hard
on the other one, twisting it around her finger.

	"AHHHHHHHH!" Gail gasped from the overload of sensations. She
had never been so hot in her entire life and was now out of control.
Her control slipped away and then Heather bit her nipple hard. The
sharp pain cut though whatever block in her brain existed to having an
orgasm and in the short seconds it took to focus on the pain, the
overloaded orgasm exploded in her brain and her belly and she screamed
and came with a violent shudder against Sherry's mouth.

	Heather clamped her hand over the woman's mouth, but she was
only whimpering and moaning now. Heather grabbed the camera and before
Sherry lifted her head, Heather snapped a half dozen perfect shots of
the overheated, spread-eagled woman with a candle in her cunt and a
woman licking her clit.

	Heather tapped Sherry on the back of the head. "OK, hot stuff.
She went off like a bomb. I got the pictures and you need to get
dressed to shoot Traci and Linda."

	Sherry squatted back on her heels and slowly removed the
obscene candle from the still pulsing pussy. "Do you really think it
was her first orgasm? I mean, ever? God, that made me horny."

	"Might have been. She was really on overload when it finally
came. I bit her hard to refocus her for a moment and then she was able
to release. Poor thing. God, I can't imagine not cumming. I'd explode.
Come to think of it, that's about what she just did. Yeah, I'm horny
too.  I'm saving something for Barbara."

	"You're crazy to try that. You better not get caught."

	She helped Sherry into her dress and headed out of the room
and back downstairs. Two down and one to go.  She hoped Traci didn't
have any problems. She checked her watch and it was twenty minutes to
dinner. Five minutes late, but they could do it.


	Sherry made sure Gail's stuff was over the chair and her pass
was on her underpants and then she untied the exhausted woman. Gail
was still trying to focus and talk.

	"You raped... me."

	"I guess you're right. You seemed to enjoy it."  Sherry
paused.

	"Don't leave me."

	"I'm next store for a few minutes, then I'll come back and
check on you. Your clothes are on the chair and when the drug wears
off, you can go back downstairs.  You'll be fine."

	"No. Mean. Make love to me again. Pless." Her speech was very
slurred again.

	Sherry stroked her arm. "Did you like the orgasm?"

	"Fantastic. Unbelievable. Again, pless."

	"Sorry, can't right now. And somehow I think when you are
feeling a bit more together, you aren't going to like me so much." She
patted her again and ran her hand up over one of those magnificent
tits. The nipple was still rock hard. Gail shivered with arousal.
Sherry removed her hand and stared at the woman. She realized she was
very attracted to her and it came as a complete surprise. "I know you
won't believe this, in spite of what I, I mean we, just did to you,
but I really am attracted to you. Too bad there isn't any way now."

	She turned and left. Gail struggled to turn her head and
watched the beautiful blond leave by the connecting door. Then she
closed her eyes and slept for a few minutes. The drug was starting to
wear off.


	Sherry found Traci undressing a very blitzed Linda.  Sherry
quickly undid the long dark hair and they lifted her on to the bed and
tied her down. Traci slipped out of her things.

	Sherry found herself admiring Traci's wonderful boobs. So
full, heavy and loose enough to jiggle like jell as she walked.
Heather had told her about how those tits turned her on every time
Traci moved around and now she fully understood Heather's attraction.
And found herself thinking of those equally wonderful oversized tits
next door on Gail. Jes, she wished she could figure out how to get
close to Gail, but it was impossible now. The woman would hate her for
sure.

	"Well, we are running very late. We don't have time to
actually have sex with her. Get the camera and I'll pose for the
pictures." Traci said, moving into position up on the bed between
Linda's legs. Linda appeared to be watching, but said nothing.

	Sherry didn't think that was right. "No, we have to get her
off like the others. It wouldn't be fair to her."

	Traci was astonished. "Fair? What the hell has fair got to do
with this? The bitch is cheating with Barbara's husband. Get the
camera."

	"No. Eat her. I'll suck her tits. We can get her over the top
in a few minutes. Look, she's even trying to make room for you to get
in there. She wants it."

	"We haven't got time." But Traci eased down and began licking
the outside lips. To her surprise, Linda was already wet. Maybe Sherry
was right. Maybe they could get her off and make it down to dinner.
"You might be right. Ok, you work her over up top."

	Sherry already lowered her head and took in yet another hard-
tipped nipple. This was a night of tit sucking for sure.

	For the first time, Linda made a sound. A sigh.  Followed by
another as Traci shoved her tongue deep inside Linda's now sopping
slit. In... Out. Up to the clit.  Linda shivered and moaned. Sherry
traded breasts and sucked in the other one, leaving a cold, wet nipple
between her fingers and thumb. She squeezed and kneaded the tight
flesh. Linda gave a small cry of excitement.

	Linda's belly was already quivering and Traci began to suck
her clit in and out between her tight lips, licking the tip as it came
inside her hot mouth.

	"Shit!" Linda cried as electric shocks from her clit exploded
in her brain. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" Sherry knew Traci was really working her
over down there. She moved back to the first tit again and pulled as
much as possible inside her mouth, a loosing battle at best, given the
enormous size of the silicon enhanced mound. But the heat in her mouth
drove Linda wild and a hot flush raced across Linda's chest. She felt
like her whole body was on fire and the tension in her belly was
starting to spread. She was about to cum.

	Sherry spotted the signs and pulled away and grabbed the
camera.

	"Cummmmmmmmming!" Linda shouted in an orgasmic release as her
hips lifted Traci up off the bed, shivering and shuddering in spastic
jerks.

	The camera clicked and clicked and Sherry had six perfect
shots of Linda with a woman between her legs, clearly in the middle of
an intense orgasm. Her nipples were rock hard.

	"OK, Traci. We got the pictures. Get dressed while I rewind
the film and ditch the camera. Come on, come on."

	Traci struggled into her outfit, turning to let Sherry zip her
up. "That made me horny."

	"Yeah. I think we all have that problem now. OK, nice and
easy, we untie her, leave her clothes and pass, and got down to
dinner. We have five minutes. Move it."

	They appeared in the ballroom just as the dinner gong sounded.
Their escorts were waiting by the door and they slid into line in the
perfect seating order.

	It turned out they were just opposite Barbara and her husband
across the very wide table. It had a long table clothe that hung
almost to the floor all the way around.

	Barbara beamed when she saw all three women in their chairs,
chatting away with their dinner companions, getting acquainted.
Heather looked over, and when Barbara's husband was looking the other
way, she held up three fingers, gave a thumbs up, and briefly flashed
the roll of film in her palm. Well, I'll be damned. Barbara thought.
Three sexually compromised women and they did it right upstairs. I
wish I could have seen it while they did it.

	She had been wondering all evening what else they had in mind,
but couldn't figure it out. She couldn't leave her guests, and there
just wouldn't be any opportunity that she could see. Walking around
naked under her dress had made her very aware of her body and she was
now very horny and her pussy was moist. She forced herself to pay
polite attention to the gentleman next to her. A diplomat from the
continent, he was a charming man, if a bit of letch. Twice this
evening, as she made her rounds, she had felt him squeeze her ass and
had to firmly remove the offending hand. Not that she minded having
her ass squeezed, but certainly not by him. He wasn't the only one, of
course, just one of the more objectionable.

	The first course was served and the chatter around the table
was joined by the clatter of silverware on expensive china. Everyone
was hungry, fuelled by the lateness of the hour and the alcohol
consumed in the hours before in the ballroom. As Heather looked
around, she noticed that a lot of people seemed a bit drunk. She was
impressed by the glittery show of wealth and power in the room. It
appeared most of the cabinet and the prime minister and their wives
were there, and too many others she couldn't begin to remember. She
couldn't wait to tell her parents about meeting Barbara and about this
dinner party. Suitably cleaned up of course. She was sure they
wouldn't approve of her sexual escapades. Not hardly.

	The main course came and Heather took a deep breath.  She
leaned forward and caught Sherry's eye and nodded.  Sherry asked
Heather's dinner companion a question and engaged him in conversation
and Heather dropped a tablet in the man's wine. Then, waiting a few
seconds, she proposed a toast to the evening and he drank deeply. He
clearly was hoping the evening would turn out to be a bit more than
just escorting this gorgeous woman to dinner.  His jaw had dropped
when he'd seen her approaching the dinner line. Usually, they were
old, widowed, bemused, and clearly only interested in not being alone
at the dinner table for appearances sake only.

	As Heather watched him and chatted away about this and that,
she realized he was very handsome in an English way, very well
educated, and trying very hard to impress her. She felt guilty about
the trick she was about to play on him, but it was too late now to
change plans. And then, in mid sentence, he starting making no sense,
realized it, tried again, and mangled the sentence again.  His eyes
got all swimmy and dilated and he slouched a bit in his chair, looking
confused. He tried again. And the result was even worse.

	Heather looked past him and nodded to Sherry. Then she leaned
close to him and whispered, "It will wear off after a bit. Just sit
and be quiet and relax. Sherry will look after you."

	He tried to look at her and his reflexes were shot.  Sherry
leaned close and whispered something in his ear.  He sat for a long
moment and finally his head turned away from Heather toward Sherry.
The man with Traci on her right was eagerly chatting her up and
everyone on the other side of the table was busy with each other.
Seizing the moment, she dropped her napkin on the floor, pushed her
chair back just an inch or so and then leaned down to pick up the
napkin, only she kept right on going, ducking under the tablecloth and
out of sight. It only took two seconds and remarkably, no one noticed.
She began to make her way over to Barbara, whose dress and nice legs
were clearly visible in the dim light about fifteen feet away.

	Sherry had determined that she might have to do more than just
chat with the now drugged escort to her right, so she had determined
to keep him very focused on something else. Putting her plan in
action, she pulled the tablecloth up a bit over her lap and his and
gently began to work the zipper on his pants down. He felt the pull
but couldn't get organized enough to do more than look generally in
her direction with a slight frown on his face. She worked the fly open
and reached inside.

	Heather eased her skirt up around her waist so she could move
and crawled slowly over to Barbara. As she arrived, she decided to
very gently let Barbara know she was there, breathing hot air on her
thigh. Barbara stiffened from the unexpected air on her leg and she
gave a start. The hot air came again and she froze. Looking across the
table, she could see that Heather's chair was empty and she suddenly
realized that she was under the table! Almost too amazed to react, she
knew at once what Heather had in mind and she knew she'd let her do
it.  Excited all evening by the events in the house, she was now going
to get personal treatment and she was a more than willing participant.

	Heather gently pressed her lips to the woman's knee and began
to caress the back of her calf. Barbara signalled her acceptance and
permission by widening her legs to reveal her pussy and then she began
a slow wiggle to get her restrictive skirt up higher. As the skirt
inched upward, Heather followed the moving hem, kissing and licking
the white flesh. Barbara was now very turned on and eager to give
Heather access to her pussy, but the long skirt fought her quick
attempts to hoist it up and she has to settle for slow progress. It
just added to her excitement.

	Sherry now had her hand wrapped around the stiffening cock
inside the man's boxers and lifted it free and out into the air. She
continued to converse with her own companion. Before she publicly
acknowledged her Lesbianism, she had dated lots of boys in high school
and college and to foil their unwelcome sexual advances, but not get
them too angry, she had become a master at giving handjobs.
Automatically, she began to squeeze and stroke the now hard rod and
tickle the head in a perfect combination of changing sensations that
she knew he would find irresistible. It was. He groaned faintly and
his breathing quickened. In spite of herself, she smiled at that.
Haven't lost my touch!

	Barbara's skirt was now up high enough and Heather began to
lick the purple lips and matt of hair. She wasn't surprised to find
her already wet. She was herself from the excitement of what she was
doing. Barbara gave a groan and realized immediately that she had to
find something to keep herself quiet. Fortunately, dessert arrived and
it was apple pie. She stuffed her mouth full and chewed very slowly.
Even so, her breath was now quite ragged and coming in short gasps
through flared nostrils.

	Heather's tongue began to push the outer lips aside and then
the tip entered her vagina and Barbara thought she'd faint with
excitement. Her pussy was already so hot she thought it'd explode. She
stuffed another large fork full of pie in and closed her eyes. Sweat
was beading on her upper lip and she was twitching in her chair with
short thrusts trying to get more of Heather's tongue up inside her.

	Sherry was now increasing the speed of stroking on the
surprisingly long cock and pre-cum was pouring from the small slit at
the end. Using it as lubricant, she spread it around the back edge of
the head and began to slowly pump. She could feel him feebly attempt
to hump back. Heather better get back here soon. Dessert is almost
over. She noticed that Barbara was stuffing in the pie and her face
was bright red and her eyes were droopy.  Go, Heather, go. She can't
last much longer! Sherry pumped faster in anticipation to Heather's
quick success.

	Heather now had her tongue buried deep in the delicious twat
in front of her, her nose rubbing the rock hard clit. Barbara's
excitement was demonstrating itself with flying colors as lubrication
poured from the woman in a steady stream. The aroma as overwhelmingly
erotic and Heather felt herself get hotter and hotter. Barbara was
jerking and twitching and one leg slowly rose and settled on Heather's
shoulder. Taking the clit between her lips, she began to suck and
press on the erect bud. Barbara now could feel the approaching orgasm
and reached with a spastic hand for more pie. Her plate was empty! She
became frantic and spotted the fact that her husband had not touched
his. She reached over and picked up his plate. He raised a questioning
eyebrow, as his wife almost never ate sweets.

	"Nothing to eat all day. I'm still famished. I hope you don't
mind." It was more a machine gun delivery as she shoved a huge chunk
of pie into her mouth and closed her eyes.

	Sherry casually slipped her napkin over the turgid cock to her
right and began to pump firmly through the fabric. She felt him
stiffen, then give an involuntary jerk and the first wad of cum shot
from his cock into the napkin, its heat spreading through her palm.
Then the next and a third. Finally, as she slowed down, several more
drops forced there way out to expand the pool of white fluid now
wetting the cloth. Sherry slowly wiped off the cockhead and folded the
napkin and casually laid it up on the table. After few minutes, she
returned and replaced his now limp cock in his boxers and managed to
pull the zipper up an inch or so. Then it defeated her.  The man now
sat slumped in his seat. He would have to just be embarrassed if
anyone noticed his fly open.

	Barbara felt the tension in her thighs rise spectacularly. Her
other leg was now sticking straight out, trembling. And then, the wave
of tension burst deliciously and heat flooded across her belly and up
into her chest, driving her breath from her in a spasm and she gave a
cry in spite of her mouth being full of food.  Apple filling dribbled
down her chin. She jerked again and again and then Heather slowed down
and stopped, retreating, pulling Barbara's dress partially down. She
hurried back to her side of the table.

	Arriving just after her escorts orgasm, she twisted around and
pulled down her dress a bit, then backed her tail onto the edge of the
chair and pushed back up past the drooping tablecloth and sat up. She
slowly smoothed her dress and casually looked around. No one had
noticed or was even looking her way! Relief flooded through her.

	Sherry leaned forward and grinned. Heather winked back and
Sherry casually picked up her napkin and wiped her mouth, looking at
Heather. Heather realized her face must be a mess and she wiped her
lips carefully. Then, she noticed the large wet stain in the cloth and
realized what it was! As she did so, she looked over at Barbara and
saw her husband making a big fuss. She was pushing him away, her face
still beet red. Then she looked over at Heather and winked, grinned
briefly and turned back to settle her husband back down.

	Heather managed to eat one piece of pie before the table began
to rise and the dinners head back to the ballroom. She got her escort
on his feet and carefully guided him into the other room and propped
him against the wall and left him there, then started looking around
for Traci and Sherry. She found them on the other side of the room
with Barbara.

	As she approached, Barbara spotted her and her face broke into
a broad smile. "Well, young lady, I hope you got enough pie for the
evening!"

	"I rather think it was more delicious than yours, I'm sure."

	Barbara leaned very close and said in a low voice.  "When you
said it would be an exciting evening, you weren't fooling. Thank you.
I won't forget this party, I can assure you."

	Heather pressed the film container into her hand and Barbara
slipped it into her pocket.

	"The camera is in the last bed room. And the beds are a mess,
so you might want a maid to go and straighten up a bit."

	"Way ahead of you dear. Did any of them protest?"

	"Gail, but once Sherry got her hot, she shut up and had the
first orgasm she ever had. So, she can't complain too much. It's
obvious your husband loves really big tits."

	"Yes, and mine are modest and he wanted me to be a cow like
them and I refused. Maybe it was a mistake."

	"Well, I think your chest is beautiful. Don't change a thing."

	Barbara squeezed her arm and said, "I have to start seeing
guests out at the door. You and your friends better leave early.
Sorry, there might be a few scenes later. We don't need a
confrontation."

	Heather went to tell Traci and Sherry they had to leave soon
and they disengaged from their dinner escorts with some difficulty and
made for the coat room.

	They said good night and Barbara pressed an envelope into
Heather's hand as they left. In the limo, she opened it and read to
herself:

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

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