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The Adventures of Heather, Part 24
    By "RAMAPO"


     Heather rolled over on her back and stretched.  The
kind of full body stretch that pulls every muscle in your
body absolutely rigid.  Her back arched and strained. 
Her voluptuous boobs  stood up as perfect oversized tear
drops, almost defying gravity, and her straining ribcage
pushed the tender, swollen nipples toward the ceiling. 
Her flat belly went almost concave from the taut pull of
the abdominal muscles. With her thighs tight together,
pinching her clit hard between then,  sparks were
shooting pleasurably into her lower belly.   Finally,
relaxed like a cat, she practically purred as she rolled
close against Traci's back so that her tits flattened and
nipples dug into her lower sides and her pussy's deep
black, copious bush scraped against Traci's ass and
nicely presented cunt.
     Traci lay with her legs together, bent at the waist. 
Her pussy was thus framed between two muscled thighs,
fully displayed to Heather if Heather had been a bit
lower to see it.  Heather didn't need to be lower to see
it.  She knew where every sensuous female part of her
lover's body was, what it looked, felt and tasted like. 
One night, while Traci was tied spread eagle to the bed
posts and a blindfold on and gag in her mouth, Heather
had carefully licked ever-so-slowly every square inch of
Traci's body until Traci was trembling like a leaf in the
wind.  She finally finished her off with a languid tongue
stirring a thick mix of saliva and Traci's moisture
around and around her button hard clit.  At the very end,
she took Traci's clit in her mouth and bit it just so. 
Hard enough to hurt.  Hard enough to fire every screaming
nerve in her pussy.  Even with the gag, Traci's scream
was loud.  And her orgasm was of cataclysmic proportions,
causing her to pass out.  While she was out, Heather
quickly untied her and stroked her body to help her come
down.
     Traci never complained.  Heather was by far and away
the most sensitive, caring, eager, voluptuous, wanton
lover she had ever had.  She was deeply in love with her,
but somewhat restricted by her current position as art
professor to Heather being her student.  Heather
attracted lovers so easily it never ceased to amaze her. 
Even in her love, she never felt jealous of these other
lovers, who came and went with regularity.  Heather was
always there when she needed her, wanted her.
     And Heather wanted and needed her just as badly, it
certainly seemed.  Her lovemaking never flagged, or lost
its inventiveness.  Heather was as close to being a sex
maniac as anything she had ever experienced.  And at the
same time, she knew Heather never went looking for
action.  It found her.  Great heaping gobs of it.  And
many of those partners she could have easily have been
envious.  And not a few had turned her head and made her
horny as well.  Traci had been twelve when she realized
that it was the girls that turned her on, never guys. 
She had accepted her Lesbianism immediately.  Over the
years, she had had a few very close lovers, but never
anyone who affected her like Heather.  Whatever it was
about the girl that made her tingle, made her think of
her every waking moment, well, she liked it, wanted it,
accepted it.
     When Heather made love to her, she gave her soul to
Traci, her body just happening to be the way to heaven. 
Traci found herself almost uncontrollably horny around
Heather.  If there was something to the great chemistry
theory of sex, they were probably proof of it in living,
fornicating action.  Their love making was often almost
uncontrollably tempestuous.  Frontal assault kissing. 
Tongues like swords, trying to conquer the other, teeth,
hands, fingers, toes, fists, knees, anything that could
rub, push, penetrate, tickle or torture the other was
fair game until the other party just passed out either
from violently explosive orgasms or from pure exhaustion. 
And coming to was surely a sign that you wanted more. 
Fuck me again.  I can make you pass out again this time. 
I will fuck your brains out and leave you passed out in a
pool of your own cum, my body's flow smeared over your
face, hair, neck, tits, stomach, legs, toes.
     Any place, any time.  Only the sensitivity of their
teacher/student relationship caused them to show any
restraint at all.  Not that a quick car ride away from
the campus didn't mean you couldn't hoist up a skirt,
unsnap jeans, and in seconds have fingers disappearing
from view in hot, steamy, soaking pussies, pumping
rapidly until one or the other or both would give a groan
and cum, the gasping catch of breath and sometimes
unrestrainable cries signifying the sought after orgasm
was achieved.  They used each other's body like it was
their own.  And loved every second of it.  Totally giving
to each other.  And taking if the mood so struck them.
     The previous night had been like that.  A dinner at
Traci's apartment, followed by a movie with a bottle of
wine slowly disappearing.  By mid-movie, Heather's long,
carefully buffed nails were trapping Traci's nipples and
pulling them out and around in circles, pinching just
short of pain, then maybe just a bit more.  Traci had
ceased to be able to concentrate on the movie and tried
to relax as Heather brought her along, using her nipples
as the only place she was being touched.  Her pussy had
cried out for penetration, a dark stain soaking her
panties and jeans, large enough to be visible to Heather,
who grinned in secret, knowing she was getting the better
of Traci.  Horny herself, she waited for later.  There
was never any doubt that Traci would give as good as she
got.  Heather's own pants were not exactly unsullied at
this point either.
     Heather had learned long before that Traci was
capable of orgasms through nipple stimulation alone.  And
tonight, she brought Traci along, higher and higher in
her arousal.  Traci moaned and begged to be fucked, head
now back on her lover's shoulder, she whispered filthy
requests, begging and pleading for release, but she knew
Heather would take her this way and secretly wanted it as
well, only the waiting while her body responded so slowly
was agony.  Ecstasy.  Agony.  The minutes passed and her
back began to arch.  Her breathing was in explosive,
ragged gasps, her belly was on fire with need, solid with
tense nerves, her clit rock hard.  Her breasts were
swollen from the stimulation, stretching the skin taut,
emphasizing the hot tightness in her whole chest.  And
below, her pussy and lower belly were on fire, and the
pressure was mounting steadily, almost painfully.  Traci
knew at that exact moment the meaning of the word
ecstasy.
     And then, in perfect timing to Traci's now almost
frantic anguished gasps and moans, Heather pinched the
twin nipples hard and twisted the rapidly from side to
side and pulled them out painfully to their furthest
possible extension.  Traci yelled, gasped, and began to
come.  Her breasts were like liquid lava from the heat. 
And then Heather pulled the nipples up again as far as
the straining fullness of her breasts would allow.  It
hurt, but the fire in their tips shot sparks into her
cunt and her brain finally exploded in a wall of heat and
light.
     They retired to the bedroom and stripped.  Heather
fucked Traci's face and immediately came as Traci trapped
that outrageous clit between her teeth and licked it
against the roof of her mouth like some exotic sucker. 
Falling then into bed, they proceeded to explore every
part of each other like they had never been there before,
cumming and cumming.  It was late when exhaustion finally
gripped them both at the same time and they slipped, no,
fell into sleep.
     Now, Heather realized she needed to pee, so she
carefully slipped out of bed and went into the bathroom
and relieved herself.  She freshened up a bit and came
back into the bedroom.  Traci was still out like a light. 
It was a bit early yet.  Too early to wake Traci up and
fuck her again.  What a nice idea, Heather thought.  I
could use her tongue up me again.  That snake of a
tongue.  The unspoken thought made her hot.
     She slipped on a red silk robe that stopped just
above her bush and went into the kitchen and made some
tea and sat sipping the tea and looking over the funny
papers in the morning paper.  After a bit, Traci still
didn't wake up and Heather got lonely, so she slipped off
the robe and slid into bed behind Traci again, only this
time she was head down, looking right at Traci's framed
snatch.  The evidence of their wanton lovemaking was
still smeared all over the lips of her pussy and down the
backs of her thighs.  Heather leaned forward and licked
some of the dried juice, the taste reminding her of how
much she loved to eat her lover.
     But now, she decided not to wake Traci up, but see
just how horny she could get her before she did awake and
become fully aware.  She pulled her long hair around her
head and took several small strands and bunched them
together like a paint brush.  Like a feather, she began
to slowly paint the cum smeared lips and asshole, slowly,
slowly, rubbing the tips along the tender flesh.  Traci
did not awake to the barely perceptible feeling.  But her
body responded none the less, and soon, the outer lips
began to grow visibly deeper purple and swell.  The
swelling continued and her box would have opened to allow
Heather to see up into her at this point, but the pussy
was trapped tightly between Traci's thighs and so, the
swollen members pursed and puffed out.  Heather replaced
her hair with the very tip of her tongue, barely touching
her partner, she traced the outline of the lips and then
trailed a thick layer of saliva down their centre.  The
faint taste of cum told her that Traci was aroused and
lubricating behind those firmly pressed lips.  Again and
again she tongue fucked the outside of her lover's box
and resisted the urgent desire to just plunge her tongue
inside Traci's honey pot.
     After many minutes of this, she changed tactics and
began to slip one of her long fingernails slowly inside,
stopping just before the tip of her finger would touch
Traci.  Then out.  Then in.  Traci gave a whimper and
Heather froze.  After a bit, she started again and within
a half minute, Traci gave another whimper.  Heather
continued on now, judging that Traci was having a horny
wet dream and boy was she ready to help her along.  The
very slight gap in the lips caused by the curved nail was
enough to let the dammed lubrication out and now Heather
began to pant herself at sight and smell of her lover's
juices flowing down the back of her thigh and ass.  
     Traci began to moan and whimper and her body began
to quake and shake the bed.  Still asleep, her horny
dream was about to become a very wet one.
     Judging the moment precisely based on the tenseness
of her lover's body, Heather slid a finger deep into
Traci and Traci's pussy spasmed and gripped it in a vice
of orgasming muscles.  The muscles gripped and gripped
and the flow continued.  Finally, Traci relaxed and
Heather slowly withdrew the wet finger and sucked it
clean.  And Traci continued to whimper a bit, but was
still asleep!
     Well, that was a new one.  She got her off while she
was sleeping!  As horny as it made her to not get herself
off at that moment, she decided to wait until Traci got
up and get some relief from her lover.  They had the
whole day today, anyway.  She knew by the end of it,
Traci would have used her up and left her like a dishrag. 
And she could hardly wait.
     It was at that moment that the phone rang in the
kitchen.  She never answered the phone here.  Too risky
for Traci for anyone to know she was there.  But, the
answering machine kicked in and faintly, she heard
Sherry's voice from the other room.
     "Traci, this is Sherry from the Dr.'s office. 
Remember me?  I have been trying Heather's apartment and
can't reach her.  It is urgent that I speak to her
immediately.  If you know how to reach her, would you
have her call 555-3597?  Thanks.  Sorry to bother you so
early.  A bit of an emergency here.."
     Heather had jumped out of bed and raced into the
kitchen and picked up just before Sherry hung up.
     "Sherry?  Sherry?  Are you still on?"
     "Heather?  Oh, I didn't expect you to be at
Traci's."  There was surprise and a bit of disappointment
in her voice.
     "Yeah, well, we sort of have this thing going.  I
thought you knew."
     "Well, I didn't.  I guess I should have realized,
but, well, listen.  That's not important right now.  We
have a problem.  A big problem."  The disappoint evident
in her voice was now superseded by worry.
     "What, what is going on?"
     "Well, remember how we decided I should put Janet
under and then tell her to stop fucking the patients
using hypnosis?  She was to go to the bathroom every time
she was tempted?  Well, last night after work, I put her
under and brought her back to my place for some.  Well,
some sex.  And that's when the problem started."
     "Well, what?  You had sex and she woke up and caught
you?"
     "No, just the opposite.  We, I mean, I did my thing
with her, took her back to her place, told her her car
had broken down and that's why I was driving her, and
then told her forget everything except the sex with
patients thing and told her to wake up."
     "And?"
     "And she didn't.  Wake up that is.  Heather, I can't
get her to come out of it.  I'm scared.  I've had her
over at my place all night trying everything I could
think of and nothing worked.  I hoped she'd finally go to
sleep and wake up OK, but she never drifted off.  What
should I do?  God, I'm going to lose my job.  This is
really fucked up."  And she started crying softly into
the receiver.
     "OK.  Calm down.  There must be a reason for this. 
How are you doing?"
     "I'm exhausted, ready to fall over, and scared to
death.   She's walking around like she's had ten hours of
sleep and is ready to go.  Oh, gosh, I'm in so much
trouble."
     "Have you told her to forget all the suggestions you
gave her and just wake up?"
     "Yes, I told her everything was off.  No dice. 
Look, I'm coming over there.  And bringing her along."
     "What?!  You can't do that!  How the hell are we
going to explain...."  She never got a chance to finish.
     "I don't care."  Sherry was crying.  "I don't know
what else to do."
     The click on the phone told Heather it wasn't any
use arguing.  Sherry was on her way.
     "Who was that?"  Heather almost jumped out of her
skin. Traci had walked up behind her.
     Naked.
     In spite of her confusion over the rapidly unfolding
events, the sight if Traci's flushed face and still hard
nipples reminded her of what she had just done to Traci
and her own horny feelings only moments before.
     "Gosh, girl, I just had the fucking horniest dream
I've ever had in my life.  I mean, I was being held
captive and couldn't move, and someone was just licking
my pussy and tickling me and in the end, I just exploded. 
I need you to fuck me honey, take me right here on the
table."  She pushed the papers to the floor.
     Flat on her back, legs apart, her box was glistening
with her love juice from her wet dream.  "See?  Look at
how wet I am!  Fuck me woman.  Make me scream."  It
wasn't a command.  It was begging.  Pure, lusty sexual
begging.  I am your slave, please make me cum in your
face.  It couldn't be denied.
     Heather had drifted up to her, between her legs. 
The phone.  Sherry.  This wanton fleshpot begging to be
fucked.  Her mind spinning, her head drifted down like a
magnet drew it and her tongue appeared between her
opening lips and disappeared into the sopping hole and
Traci cried out.
     "Yes.  Oh, yes.  Lick me!  Ahhhhhhh!  Lick it
bitch!!!!!!  Oh, my god I'm GOING to CUM ALREADY!! 
Ohhhh!!  OHHHAHHHHH!!!"  And she exploded like some sort
of sex bomb, every nerve in her body shorting out.  The
session in bed, the wet dream, and now the long hair of
her lover spread over her trembling belly, a hot tongue
lashing her insides and clit were too much and she just
came and came.  Relentlessly, Heather took her with an
energy driven by her own need.  One hand was between her
own legs working feverishly and she came repeatedly in
time to Traci's groans.
     Heather was still licking furiously minutes later
when the doorbell rang.  And, with Traci's thighs tightly
wrapped around her ears and heels resting on the small of
her back, she didn't hear it.  Traci groaned and came
again and her legs lifted a bit as she tensed and
released and this time the urgent ring of the bell broke
through.
     Sherry!  Oh, shit!
     Heather stood up suddenly and started wrapping her
robe back around her.  Not much good it would do, as her
tits were almost exposed by it anyway even when closed
and her pussy and ass were just in full view.  Traci was
till groaning and slowly opened her eyes.
     "That, lover girl, was fantastic.  Come to bed and
let me...."  Traci was becoming more focused and realized
Heather was pulling back and looked very, very nervous.
     "What's wrong, honey?"  She sat up on the table and
slid into her feet.
     The doorbell went again.  
     "Oh, hell, we're both naked.  Let me go get a robe." 
Traci started to head for the bedroom.
     "Please don't hate me."  Heather was pleading.
     Traci stopped in her tracks and looked back.  "Hate
you?  Hate you for what?  Don't be silly!"  She started
to turn to go.
     "For this.  Traci, it's time for you to climb Mt.
Olympus."  In desperation, Heather spoke the words that
would trigger the subconscious suggestion left by her
lusty doctor, putting her into a deep trance.
     It had the expected effect.  Traci had started to
walk forward, now put her hand on the doorjamb to brace
herself as her head sank down and her eyes closed.
     Heather came over near her.  "Traci, can you hear
me?"  The doorbell went again, insistently.  Sherry must
be freaking out.
     "Yes."  A whisper.
     "I want you to go to the bed room and get dressed in
some jeans and a nice blouse.  Then sit on the bed and
wait for me to come for you.  Do you understand."
     "Yes.  Jeans.  Blouse.  Wait.  I understand."  She
moved slowly away, as if in a trance.  Heather thought to
herself.  Shit, woman, she answered herself.  She IS in a
fucking trance.
     And then she ran to the front door and pulled it
open.
     Sherry was there, almost ready to ring the bell
again.  Her face was streaked with tears, her eyes glowed
red and she looked frantic and exhausted all at once. 
"For God's sake, it took you long enough....."  her
outburst was stopped by her focusing for a second on
Heather's robe.  Heather had never looked finer than at
that moment, at least in an erotic way.  Long coiled hair
spilling down her back and front, proud, oversized
upthrust tits poking through the robe and volumes of
hair, black pussy hair clearly defining the well of her
womanhood between her legs.  And she was giving off that
unmistakable aroma of sex.  Recent, lusty, wet sex.  Her
face, hair, tits and pussy reeked of it.
     Sherry tuned to Janet and gently guided her into the
apartment and sat her down on the sofa while Heather
closed the door.
     Then she turned back to Heather.  "I know I'm out of
control.  God you look good, babe.  I must be
interrupting a really good session.  Sorry."
     Heather pulled the robe shut and realized just how
naked she was.  Not that she cared about Sherry's seeing
her.  She liked Sherry seeing her pussy, actually.  But
the Dr. was a problem if she suddenly woke up.
     She gave Sherry a big hug and held her tight. 
"Look, don't worry.  Right now, go and make us some
coffee and let me change.  We have enough problems
without you and I starting something up."
     "Well, I can't believe it, but as hot as you make
me, right now I can hardly focus on anything.  I'm
excited and exhausted.  Some combination.  And I'm out of
ideas on what to do about little Miss Hot Box over
there."
     "Coffee and I'll be back in a minute."
     "Heather?"
     "Yes."  Heather turned back.
     "Don't.  Don't wash.  You know?"
     "Still a bit horny?"  Heather was grinning at the
absurdity of it all.  How could Sherry be horny when she
was so tired?  And then she thought, hell, I'm horny and
I've been getting laid for hours, so it's just not her,
at any rate.
     "Yeah.  You smell so fucking lusty.  Like a wench in
heat or something.  I like it.  Best perfume you can wear
for me.  Remember that."
     "You are nuts.  Let's keep focused, OK?  Now,
coffee, please" and she waved her toward the kitchen.
     "Yeah.  Focused."  Heather's tongue up her that was
all she could focus on all of a sudden.  "Focused, that's
me."  And she went to the kitchen.  Her pussy was wet. 
Focused.  Her clit was tingling.  And she was humming
under her breath, "I'm gonna get that girl right INTO my
hair, I'm gonna get that girl right INTO my hair......" 
Not even realizing she was changing the words.

     Heather came back ten minutes later and the coffee
was hot and poured.  Sherry was sipping hers and looked
up.  Heather had covered up pretty well.  At least, no
naked skin was visible below her neck.  But even above
the smell of the fresh coffee, she could still sense the
pure sex of the girl.  And she smiled to herself.
     "What?  What are you grinning at?"  Heather was
grinning too.
     "Thanks for not washing up."
     "Oh, THAT.  You sex fiend.  You're lucky I like to
smell hot or I'd toss you out of here for being lewd to
me."
     "You would not.  You like it when I talk dirty to
you."
     "Well, what they hell are we going to do?  I can't
keep Traci out much longer.  I feel like I'm playing a
mean trick on her."
     "Maybe Janet's afraid to come out because she thinks
she's in trouble because we know about the sex thing with
patients."  Heather nodded.
     "You know, that makes a lot of sense.  If the
medical board or whatever found out, or a patient filed a
lawsuit, she'd be in big trouble.  So, we have to
convince her that everything will be OK if she just stops
fucking the patients any more.  How are we going to do
that?"
     "Well, let's ask her if she's scared of being found
out first.  Then we can try to sort it out."
     Sherry led the way into the living room.  Her
beautiful blond hair was a mess.  Dirty, stringy, dull. 
A real rat's nest of tangles.  Wonder what the hell she
had Janet doing to her before it all went wrong, Heather
was thinking as well.  Sure would love to wash her hair
for her and brush it out.  Sherry was too focused on
Janet to care about her hair.
     Sherry sat next to Janet and began to speak softly
to her.
     "Janet, can you hear me?"
     "Yes."
     "Janet, did you enjoy having sex with your
patients?"
     A baby voice, ashamed, scared, "Yes.  Oh, yes."
     "Did it make you hot?"
     "Yes.  Very hot.  Just thinking about making them
have sex with me.  Yes."
     "What would happen if one of them found out what you
were doing?"
     Janet seemed to shrink and fear etched her face. 
"It would be ..... terrible.  Embarrassed.  I'd would
lose my license to practice.  Leave town.  Leave you."
     Sherry seemed taken aback at that last.
     "Leave me?  That would bother you?"
     "Yes.  Oh, yes."  Her voice was very small.  "I love
you."
     Sherry looked stunned.  Heather was stunned as well. 
     "You've never told me that you liked me."
     "I never had the nerve.  To tell another woman I
loved her.  Please don't be mad at me."
     Sherry put her arm around the trembling woman.  "I'm
not mad at you, Janet.  I just never knew.  I promise I'm
not mad at you.  I like you too."  Janet seemed to perk
up a bit.
     "It's OK.  To love you?"  The little girls voice. 
How incredibly vulnerable she sounded.
     "Yes, of course it's OK."
     It was silent for a moment.
     Heather mouthed to Sherry, "She never told you, or
gave you a sign?"
     Sherry whispered.  "Nothing.  And I've got pretty
damn good radar.  God, this woman must be really
repressed."
     "How does that make you feel?"
     Sherry looked confused.
     "I really don't know.  She's very nice and very
sexy, and I've often thought we could be close friends,
but it was work and I didn't want to mess it up.  Sex at
work can be bad news. Especially with the boss.  Maybe I
wasn't being very approachable for her."
     "I didn't find that a problem."  Heather was
grinning.
     "Yeah, well, there must be chemistry with us, or
something."  Sherry grinned weakly back at Heather.
     "Janet, we know you have had sex with your
patients."
     "Yes."
     "Does it make you afraid?"
     "Oh, yes."  Janet was shaking.  She looked
terrified.
     "Now listen to me Janet.  No one is going to tell
anyone about your little secret.  But you must stop and
not do it any more.  If you feel you need to have sex,
you are to ask me to go to the ladies room with you.  I
promise I will make love to you.  Then you can leave the
patient alone.  Do you think you can do that?"
     "Make love to me.  When I need to have sex."
     "Yes, any time.  You must just ask me.  I promise
never to say no to you."
     Sherry was looking at Heather for a sign.  Maybe
jealousy?  Heather was surprised at Sherry's offer of
free relations on demand, but other than that, she was
basically happy this was all going to wrap up.  Now to
get them out of here.
     It was quiet for a moment.
     Janet whispered.  "Traci."
     Heather asked, "What about Traci, Janet?"
     "Traci, must not know.  But she makes me very hot."
     Heather volunteered, "She finds you very attractive. 
Traci told me if you want to have sex with her, you
should ask."
     "Traci, ask her?"
     "Yes, just ask her.  She's very sexy and likes a lot
of sex.  With women."
     "Ohhhh..."
     "Do you think you could wake up now?"
     "Yes, I can wake up now."
     Heather was alarmed.  "Wait, into the kitchen.  We
have to talk."
     She dragged Sherry into the kitchen.
     "Are you nuts?  She can't wake up here!  What are we
going to say to her about why she is here.  Or Traci, for
that matter?"
     "Let's just plant the thought that Traci invited us
both to breakfast and we'll cook something and set up the
plates and plant them at the table and bring them out of
it together, in mid-conversation.  Can't miss."
     "Right, and you look like hell, Traci's naked in
there, well, no, I told her to get dressed."
     Sherry pressed on, "Look, let me shower and brush
out and you cook.  What?"
     "Oh, nothing."
     "What, come on."
     "Well, I wanted to wash your hair."
     Sherry looked surprised and very, very pleased. 
"I'll save it for you.  You can join me in the shower. 
Give me a five minute head start in there and then slip
in."  She grinned.  "Into anything you want."
     Heather grinned back.  And they both jumped up.
     It took only minutes to set the table, start up some
bacon on low heat and get ready to make toast and fry
eggs.  Breakfast would be easy to whip up.  Off in the
distance, Heather heard the shower start.
     She slipped into the bedroom and Traci was still
sitting in the chair, head down.  Heather pulled her
blouse off and slipped out of her jeans.  Not having any
underwear on was definitely a plus in these
circumstances.  In the bathroom, she made sure there were
several towels out, got her hair dryer from under the
sink and several clean brushes and then, carefully pulled
open the show door and stepped in behind Sherry.
     Sherry had her back turned to her and possibly for
the first time, Heather marvelled at the sleek body of
this woman.  Slightly taller than Heather, her blond hair
was now wet and hung in a water slick mass down the
centre of her back to just above her tail.  Not only was
her hair luxurious, but there was plenty of it.  Almost
too thick.  Probably a real pain to take care of
properly.  The square shoulders tapered to a narrow waist
and the trim hips of a swimmer.  Her legs were pencil
straight, with a perfect gradual reduction in thickness
from the pussy down to her nice ankles and small feet. 
Not visible from this close angle were the two pert,
almost hard mounds that graced her front.
     Her knew those tits would be hard from the sting of
the shower spray and without warning, stepped up against
Sherry, pressing her own jiggling tits hard into her back
and reached around with both hands and took the
grapefruit sized mounds into her hands and squeezed.
     "Ahhhhhh!  Oh, Heather, honey, that is
sooooo....nice.  You really do know my hot spots. 
Ahhhhh.!!"  Heather squeezed harder and pinched the
nipples, now hard points.
     She was a 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 sides and let is
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.


(To Be Continued)