Warning: The material that follows is adult in nature, containing graphic sex descriptions. If you are not over 18, or if such material is offensive to you, stop here and move on to another story. Post comments to my anon id or to A.S.S.D. Thanks. Thanks to all my readers who contributed ideas for outfits, sexual techniques, and situations. These individuals, of course, remain anonymous. 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)