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The Adventures of Heather, Part 26A (A-C)
    By "RAMAPO"


     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.

End Part 26A (A-C)