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



     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 kept 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 now 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 was 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 your mind on what you are doing.  She thought. 
She guided Cynthia to the bed and realized that Cynthia
didn't have on pantyhose or stockings.  Just a pair of
very sexy, incredibly brief silk panties.  The woman did
have a truly voluptuous shape.  Now Heather's pussy was
soaking wet.  Focus, she thought.
     She pulled the stays off the canopy at each post and
quickly tied Cynthia's arms back and to the corners.
     "Oh, I slave.  Don't hurt master.  Heather fuck me. 
No, please."
     Heather pulled the woman's panties down and laid them
on a chair.  In seconds, she tied the woman's ankles to
the lower posts and then quickly removed her dress and
underwear.  Sitting on the edge of the bed, she again
began to rub the woman's breasts, enjoying their firm
resistance on her palms.  They stood up with almost no
tendency to sag to the sides. The nipples were rock hard
and dug into her palms as she rasped her hands over them,
beginning to pull and tug gently on them.
     Cynthia groaned.  Heather could smell hot pussy and
realized the woman was very turned on.  She relaxed.  At
this point, she decided to enjoy fucking the woman and
forget why she was there with her.
     She got up on the bed and straddled one of Cynthia's
restrained thighs and began to lick and suck these
delicious oversized breasts.  Cynthia's breath was getting
very ragged and she was now whimpering and groaning
slightly.  The licking moved lower and lower, always
returning to the wrinkled nipples and then she started to
bite.
     Cynthia finally gasped out a request.  "Ohhhhhh. 
Fuck me.  Heather.  Fuck me.  Jesus."  She said it clearly
and distinctly, the slurring from her speech gone.  It
alarmed Heather and she sat up and stared into Cynthia's
eyes.  They were still very dilated, indicating the drug
was now in full effect.  She relaxed again.
     She wasn't sure just how much time was left before
Traci would arrive to take pictures, so she decided to
pick up the pace and be sure they were ready.  Sliding
down, she began to lick up the sides of Cynthia's thighs
and around the edges of the soaking wet pussy.  Its
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 too bad
and Heather was shortly gasping herself, now bent back to
the task at hand.  It wouldn't be long now.  Maybe they
would cum together.
     Now intent on what she was doing, Heather didn't hear
the door open and close or the drawer to the dresser slide
open and shut.  It was only when Traci settled on the bed
next to them, camera in hand, that she looked up.
     "You look like you're having fun, not dishing out
punishment to this evil woman."
     Heather was sitting up and fucking Cynthia's face as
the eager tongue washed her insides.  Her belly tightened
and she shivered.  "She just started."  It was a gasp. 
Her breath became more and more uneven.  Traci recognized
the symptoms.
     "Hey, my young lover.  Look, I can't take pictures of
you if your face is in the field of view, and we can't see
her face with it buried in your pussy like this.  Cum and
then finish her off.  Hurry up."  Heather's head was back
and she couldn't be sure she was paying attention.  Her
nostrils were flared and she was gasping and shaking
uncontrollably.
     "Oh!  She's making me cummmmmmm!"  Heather reached
out and grasped Traci's shoulder to brace herself as she
felt her stomach go solid and a wave of heat begin to pour
across her front.  Traci, out of habit, began to stroke
Heather's bounding tits and pull the long nipples.  The
orgasm slammed through her and she shook hard.  It was a
minute or two before she could continue on Cynthia.  She
moved out of the 69 and between her legs and began to make
her cum with her tongue.  Cynthia began to groan and then
her back bent and she came in Heather's mouth.
     Traci shot a series of photos, being careful to keep
the Heather's face out of the pictures, but clearly
showing Heather's breast and sometimes a bit of the curve
of her hip and her pussy.  Cynthia's face was lovely as
the lust coursing through her body showed clearly on her
face.  The woman was clearly enjoying the experience. 
Too bad she's not going to like the ending to this little
escapade,  Traci thought.  Nice body.
     "OK, kid, we got what we wanted.  You can quit now."
     "Just a minute.  She's ready to go again."  Heather
sucked the hard button of Cynthia's clit between her lips
and Cynthia came again with a wild cry.  A couple of quick
licks and Heather sat up.  "Too bad.  I like her."
     "You like everyone.  Get dressed.  Sherry's next door
now and you have to take the photos.  I'm on my way down
to the party to pick up my target.  Hurry."
     They hugged.
     Traci headed back down the hall.  Heather dressed as
fast as possible, put Cynthia's pass on the chair with her
clothes and slipped through the door to the room next door
through the adjoining passage.
     Gail was tied to the bed naked, with her oversized
melons thrusting straight up in defiance of gravity. 
Sherry had a gag on her and her legs were tied up high to
the tops of the posts, holding Gail's legs up almost at
right angles to her hips and wide apart.  Sherry was
between her legs licking like mad and Gail was twisting
and groaning and yelling into the gag.
Sherry was still dressed!
     Gail was sweating and her skin glistened in the dim
light in the room.
     "Sherry, for god's sake, you have to get out of that
dress.  We have to make sure you can't be identified."
     Sherry lifted her head long enough to say.  "OK, you
undo me and help me out of the clothes.  Then suck her
boobs or something.  The bitch just won't cum."
     "She doesn't like it?"
     Heather had set down the camera and was pulling
Sherry's dress up and then over her head.  She unsnapped
her bra and it fell to the floor by her knees.  Her pert
breasts hung down slightly.  Heather eased her french cut
panties off and eased her shoes off and put everything on
a chair out of the way.
     Sherry finally responded.  "Not at first.  She really
yelled, bucked and damn near knocked me out a couple of
times with the knees.  So I tied her up like this and
gagged her with a scarf from the dresser over there." 
Sherry buried her tongue in the now slick pussy and Gail
groaned and her hips bucked again against Sherry's mouth. 
Sherry came up for air.  "But she finally got hot, she
just doesn't cum.  I think she's so hot she must be ready
to explode.  But she just keeps moaning."  She buried her
face in the steamy pussy and began to tickle the hard clit
again.  Gail whimpered and moaned.
     Heather sat on the edge of the bed and began to
stroke the firm breast next to her.  She leaned forward
and said.
     "Do you want us to stop?"  Gail opened her dilated
eyes and tried to focus on Heather's face.  She shuddered
as Sherry's tongue roared up into her pussy again.  Her
face glistened with sweat.  "No."  She shook her head.
     "Do you ever have orgasms?"  It was a valid question. 
Maybe this was a mission impossible and they should just
take staged photos and get out.
     No.  Another head shake.
     "Sherry's very good at what she's doing.  Maybe this
time."
     No.
     "I'm going to take off the gag so you can breathe. 
Please don't scream or we'll have to put it back on. 
There, better?"
     Gail's head was back and she was groaning and
whimpering.  "Please, fuck me, please, put something in my
pussy and fuck me.  Oh, my god.  This is so fucking good."
     "Sherry, do you have a dildo in your purse?"
     "No."  And back into the cunt.
     Heather glanced around the room and spotted a
candelabra on the dresser.  She went over and removed a
fat blue candle from the holder and returned to the bed. 
"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.


End Pt. 26C (A-C)