After a long absence, Heather is back and we can only
hope her latest escapades are as satisfying to the
reader as her previous ones seem to have been.  New
readers discovering Heather for the first time can find
her previous adventures archived at :  

FTP     130.89.222.72  (Might be down over the holidays)

As always, if
you cannot reach these locations, please e-mail me for
the parts you are missing and I'll send them along.  If
I have enough requests, I'll repost the entire series
to A.S.S.  Discussion, as always, should be done over
in alt.sex.stories.d or via e-mail direct.

On another note, with the anon service gone, I realize
many past corrispondants who felt free to discuss
things with the author will no longer be able to do
that.  Hello to all of you and I hope you are well and
happy.  The discussions were always stimulating and
thought provoking, let it be said that it makes me sad. 
To those who might want to contact the author, all
corrispondance is kept in strictest confidence and all
notes erased unless retained with permission as ideas
for future episodes for Heather.  I have kept my old
anon nickname here, but you know how to contact me.

Now, finally, on with the story......which picks up in
England from where we left the group in Part 26.  (See
how much you forgot already! ;-)


The Adventures of Heather,   Pt. 27A [A-H]

    By Ramapo

     The morning dawned bright and sunny with a brisk
breeze from the North, a complete change from the gale
the night before.  The crowd at the gallery had been
large and very interested in Heather's work.  She found
herself in high demand throughout the evening and when
they finally closed up and headed back to the hotel,
she realized she was exhausted.  In spite of Traci's
gentle attempts to arouse her for a late night
lovemaking session, for once her body refused to
respond and she drifted off to sleep in moments.
     Traci, frustrated at not having enough time alone
with Heather over the last few weeks had found her own
needs going unsatisfied and in the darkened room,
frustrated and tired, she began to weep into her
pillow.  She knew she was exhausted from the strain of
the trip and taking care of all the business
arrangements with the gallery.  And then there was the
unexpected complications of Barbara and the dinner
party.  And now yet another late night had taken its
toll and pushed her over the edge.  She hated feeling
weepy like this and tried to push it down.  The harder
she fought it, the more the tears came.
     She suddenly felt a gentle hand on her shoulder. 
It was Sherry, just out from the bathroom.
     "Are you OK?"  Sherry's pretty face looked
concerned.
     Traci wiped away a tear and tried to smile.  "Just
too tired I guess.  I'm fine."
     Sherry sat on the side of the bed and rubbed
Traci's arm.  Traci knew immediately Sherry was
inviting her to her bed.  Tired or not, the tension in
her belly immediately rose and she suddenly realized
just how horny she was.  God, they say the men are
always ready to go.  Maybe this is what it's like for
men.  Hormones driving you do it.  Anywhere.  Anytime. 
With anybody.  Sherry looked so beautiful and erotic in
the dim light, her blond hair spilling down one side of
her head and over her breast and on to her waist.
     But Sherry wasn't just anybody.  Traci had grown
to like her more than just a little over the last few
days and found her an exciting, erotic creature to be
around.  Her freshly washed hair smelled wonderful as
the aroma of her shampoo settled around them.
     "You and Heather aren't getting enough time alone
with me around.  Maybe I should go home tomorrow and
leave you two to...well, alone for a bit."
     "No!  Oh, no.  I mean, please don't go.  We act
like a couple of nuts around each other and maybe we're
a bit too much at times.  I should be able to spend
some time without....well, without sex and not get all
weepy."  She picked up a tissue from the nightstand and
dried her eyes.  She noticed that Sherry's hand had not
left her arm, but continued to gently stroke it.
     "I understand.  Really.  And, I mean, sex with
Heather is so intense."  She paused.  "I'm sorry, she's
your lover and I shouldn't....."  Sherry stopped.
     "No.  It's OK.  You're right.  We're like animals
together.  It scares me sometimes just how intense sex
with her can get.  Like it's a battle or something. 
The orgasms are, well, earth shaking is a cliche, but
it really does fit.  Half the time I feel like the top
of my head will blow off.  She's made me dizzy and
breathless so many time's I've lost count."  Sherry
stopped, then resumed stroking her arm.  The backs of
her fingernails were now strategically positioned so
that they were also stroking the side of Traci's
breast.  Traci looked down and watched the red nails
slide along her full, heavy tit.  The nipple tightened
harder and harder and ached.  Sherry made her move and
cupped the hard nipple in the palm of her hand and
pressed the full flesh down and cause a wave of heat to
flow across Traci's front.  Traci's now racing hormones
took control of her and her pussy tingled with
anticipation.  Her need gave her a surge of energy.
     "Not here," she whispered.  Traci swung her legs
over the side of the bed and Sherry moved ahead of her
to the other bed, reaching down and pulling her nighty
over her head in a quick motion.  She turned and faced
Traci as she approached.
     Sherry reached out and slowly slipped the straps
off Traci's shoulders and the nighty dropped, held up
only by the swollen nipples on the ends of the heavy,
rippling breasts.  She stroked the sides and tops to
the bulging flesh and Traci shivered.
     "I wish I had big tits."  She slipped the nighty
off the nipples and it fell to Traci's hips momentarily
and then on to the floor.  Traci felt the sexual
tension between her legs soar.  She was very wet
already with anticipation what was to come.  She
realized she felt as relaxed with Sherry as with
Heather when they began to make love.  Her mind was
just filling with erotic excitement to match her body's
reactions to Sherry's advances.
     "Your's are beautiful."  Sherry murmured as she
stroked and lifted them heavily in her hands.  Traci
felt her knees go weak.  Sherry was rolling the nipples
expertly and sparks shot between her legs.
     "I always wanted to be big and really fill a
blouse to overflowing.  Bounce and look heavy and sexy. 
Have long sensitive nipples that were always hard under
a sweater.  The kind men drool over and other women are
jealous of."  She began to squeeze the rigid nipples
harder.  Traci gave a whimper. Sherry moved closer and
slipped a hand up behind Traci's neck and pulled her
mouth onto Traci's.  Her hot tongue slid inside Traci's
now open mouth and their tongues met in a slow, erotic
dance of saliva and tender bites.
     Even as she kissed Traci, her mind wandered for a
second to the enormous inflated breasts of the women
they had drugged and raped at the party.  Her pussy
went totally wet at the thought of getting her own huge
tits.  They had felt so good in her hands and while she
sucked them.  Heavy and solid. Tight.  And big.  Really
big.  Eye popping big. Shivers were racing up and down
her spine at the mental image of such big boobs hanging
out in front of her, the weight of them pulling on her
shoulders and chest.
     Sherry kept up the careful rubbing of the extended
nipple and slid a thigh between Traci's legs, cocking
it up until at last she could feel the red hot,
slippery cunt begin to slide along the top, leaving a
trail of lubrication as she worked it slowly in and
out.  The clit began to fill and go stiff, poking out
from its hood just a bit. She knew Traci must be very
horny after all this time with so little sex with
Heather and she took advantage of it.  Heather had told
her how physical they were all the time.  Sherry was
also blessed with a very high sex drive, but she
suspected Heather and Traci's activities would leave
her behind over the long run.  One thing she knew was
that Heather was completely out of her league in terms
of sex.  She was often exhausted from sex with Heather,
only finding her eager for more, like it was only a
warm-up or something.
     Traci was now in Sherry's control and gave herself
to her.  Her horniness had raised her arousal to
extreme heights very quickly and she now leaned into
the slow fuck going on between her legs, opening her
legs wide and giving the thin thigh full and easy
access to her inflamed pussy.  Her orgasm was rapidly
approaching in spite of Sherry's relaxed, slow thrusts.
     "I'm going to cum, honey."  Traci said with a very
shaky voice.
     "Already?  Go for it.  We've got all night." 
Sherry felt pleased at how well she was pleasuring
Traci as she moved her thigh away and slid her hand
down over Traci's flat stomach and two experienced
fingers buried themselves in Traci's now totally open
twat.  The tip of one found Traci's g-spot and Traci's
pussy pulsed with fire.
     "OH!"  Traci cried into Sherry's ear.  "Now.  I'm
going.........Ahh.  Ahhh.  Ungh.  Ahhnnmmmmm."
     The gasp and shudder signalled her rapid release
as Sherry continued to pump fingers in and out. 
Finally, Sherry guided Traci on to her bed and lay down
beside her, stroking her breasts with the fluid from
her own cunt, dipping her fingers over and over in
Traci's copious flow.  Both these women got unusually
wet during sex.  Sherry loved it.
     Traci sighed.  "I needed that.  Ummmmmm.  That's
nice."  She was still floating on the sensations and
coming down very slowly.
     Now a third finger joined the first two and Traci
was opened a bit wider.  "Oh, god.  That's good.  Long
fingers.  Fuck me."  Her hips lifted to meet the
plunging fingers.  A fourth finger joined in and Traci
gasped with pleasure.
     The cone of fingers pumped steadily.  Traci's hips
joined the rhythm and she began to groan.  Sherry
leaned down and pulled as much of Traci's more than
ample left tit into her mouth and sucked harder and
harder.  The nipple stung and gave off sparks of
electric across Traci's now brightly blushing chest.
     On her knees now, next to Traci's humping figure,
Traci's legs wide open and the knees slightly raised,
Sherry cupped her fingers carefully together and slid
her hand into Traci's now  stretched pussy, fisting
her.
     Whatever sudden nervousness Traci might have felt
as she realized she was about to be fisted for the
first time in her life was blown away by the intense
feeling of fullness she now felt. The pressure was
exploding nerve endings deep inside her in a way she
had never experienced before.  Her internal organs were
pushed out of the way and her tingling clit practically
exploded out of its now tightly stretched hood.
     In.  Out.  In.  Out.  In.  Out.  Faster and
faster, the fist pumped her and she tried to follow the
rhythm and driffed out of control.  An arm slammed down
onto the bed and still she didn't come. 
InOutInOutInOutInOut.
     Slick.Slick.Slick.Slick.Slick.  Her wetness made
soft sucking sounds as the fist pressed further and
further up into her and now only Sherry's thinner wrist
was to be seen pumping in and out. The ball of her fist
was now buried in the honey pot.   Deeper it went.     Slick.Slick.Slick.Slick.
     Traci was breathless. 
"On.......my......god........god.........god.....no......oh.....ahhhh.  Ohhhhh.    God.....shit....oh.     Oh. 
 OH!"  Her orgasm stunned her.  Literally stunned her. 
Her vagina clamped down on the trusting arm but
couldn't stop it.  Her head was pressed down so hard
into the mattress that her back lifted clear of the
bed, her body lifting has her trembling legs dug in at
the heels and her pussy thrust out at Sherry's
wonderful and overwhelming assault on her hole.
     Slick.Slick.Slick.Slick.Slick.     Sherry's arm
was disappearing to an incredible depth.  Fisting was
one thing Sherry loved and loved to do.  Especially to
fisting virgins.  They went crazy once they relaxed and
let it happen.
     Then,  finally, she slowed the tempo and Traci,
still twitching and trembling, lowered to the bed. 
Sherry left her fist and arm deep inside Traci.  Left
it there until Traci realized just how deep she was
inside her.  Could feel the new pressure and sensations
so deep inside.  Traci moaned.
     "My god, girl.  Are you still in me?  She raised
her head and could see over half of Sherry's forearm
was inside.  "Oh, wow! Unbelievable!"  Never in a
million years would she have believed she could absorb
that much.  She fell back, trembling.
     Sherry began a very slow retreat.  Traci
shuddered.  Her hips twitched over and over as the
outraged nerves cried out from the sudden absence of
pressure.  And then the balled fist reached the
stretched opening and Sherry let it stretch the lips of
the vagina till they were tight as a drum and Traci's
clit stood straight up out of its hood.  She leaned
over and began to lick the
tender bud and Traci whimpered.
     "No.  No.  Too Sensitive.  Damn you.  Stop.  Stop! 
Oh.  Shit."  It hurt a bit at first as the
oversensitive clit sent fire up her loins.  Then, hot
fire replaced the pain and she felt her belly grow
tense yet again.  In only seconds she was racing to a
third orgasm.  The over-stretched entrance between her
legs was shooting sparks to join in the fury of the
wave of heat spreading up her body, across her chest. 
Her body was sweating heavily and her body was
glistening in the dim light of the room.  And then she
stopped breathing and came in a wild shudder that left
her trembling violently on the bed.  A fist buried in
her twat, her clit clenched between two sparkling white
teeth and red lips, stretched out to its full length. 
In her mind she could see what Sherry was doing to her. 

     Darkness appeared at the edge of her still
exploding mind, and finally, slowly, it closed in on
the fire and overwhelmed it.  Still trembling, total
relaxation washed over her and she slept.
     Sherry removed her fist very, very carefully and
licked off her hand.  The woman was delicious.  Somehow
she had known that Traci needed someone to make very
violent love to her and leave her exhausted so she'd
sleep.  At least, Sherry was sure SHE wanted to
violently make love to somebody.
     It had left her horny as hell, but soon she
slipped a finger between her legs and began to stroke
the inflamed lips of her own pussy.  She glanced over
at Heather, still snoring lightly and decided she
wouldn't wake her up.  Another finger disappeared
inside, then a third and she bent her head back and
closed her eyes.  The first orgasm left her horny for
many more. 
     One thing she knew well was how to do was give
pleasure to herself and for the next hour, she worked
her body out until it was too exhausted to continue. 
As she fingered herself to orgasm after orgasm, she
dreamed of oversized inflated breasts hanging from her
frame, their out thrust weight and hard nipples turning
heads as she walked.  Of mouths hot on her nipples and
hands holding the bulging flesh. Of the felling of a
snug lace bra fighting to control the bounce as she
walked.  It was such a turn on she rolled from orgasm
to orgasm in a steady pattern for a long time.   She
finally tossed a pillow and some blankets on the sofa
in the room and slept.  It would have been too hard to
explain Traci in her bed and their gentle Heather was
now raising the roof with her snores.  She drifted off
to sleep wondering at her new/old fantasy.  How much
would it cost?  How long does it take?  Does it hurt? 
Finally, her hands mentally fondling her enlarged
globes, she slept.

     The ringing phone finally roused Heather, who
chatted for a few minutes with Barbara and then rung
off.  Heather headed for the bathroom and when she
returned, she surveyed the two women, still out cold. 
She was glad Traci was finally getting some rest.  She
had been so bitchy the last two days.  And even knowing
it was just because Traci was tired didn't make it any
easier to be around her.  Sherry was on her side, a
hand between her legs, sleeping as well.
     Heather slipped on some jeans and a top, pulled
her long, thick dark hair up into a quick bun and went
down and got a paper and a couple of rolls, some coffee
and returned to the room with full hands.  The sound of
a flushing toilet as she walked in told her someone was
up.
     It was Sherry, appearing out of the bathroom as
she spread the paper on the floor.
     "Ummm!  Can I have one?"  She scarfed up a donut
before Heather could reply and wolfed it down.
     "Hey!  Call room service!"  Sherry made a grab at
the other donut, but Heather held her off and they both
laughed.  
     "OK!  OK!"  She called room service and ordered a
complete breakfast.
     "Me, too."  It was Traci mumbling from bed.
     "What?"
     "Me, too.  Breakfast.  Whatever you're having."
     "Make that two of everything and a big pot of
coffee.  Room 617.  Thanks."
     Sherry hung up.  "Twenty minutes."
     Traci swung her long legs over the edge of the bed
a bit gingerly.  Sherry guessed she was sore from the
night's activities.  "You OK?"
     "Nothing that a good massage later won't fix."  She
gave her a wry grin.
     "Pulled muscle?"  Heather ventured.
     "Something like that.  An unusual workout,
anyway."  Traci stood up carefully and walked slowly to
the bathroom.
     "Wonder what she did to herself?"  Heather mused.
     "Well, she'll kill me if I tell you."
     "OK, that does it.  Now you HAVE to tell me."
     "You'll be real mad at me too."
     "Out with it.  What's going on?"  Heather realized
all of a sudden it was a sex thing.
     Sherry hesitated, then said softly.  "I fisted her
last night."
     "What?  You did?  She let you?  Well, I'll be
damned!  I've asked her a dozen times if she wanted me
to do it to her and she was always too scared to try
it.  How did you get her to agree?"
     "Actually, we didn't discuss it.  I just did it." 
Sherry waited for the reaction.  She didn't get it.  At
least, no the one she expected.
     "Well, I should have just done it to her, I guess. 
I'm too damn polite.  Did she like it?"
     Sherry relaxed.  Heather was amazing.  She didn't
feel threatened at all.  "Yes.  Had a very nice bed
thumping orgasm and passed out.  Well, fell asleep. 
Slept till this morning.  Just now, in fact."
     "I won't tell her you told me.  Don't worry. 
Amazing.  Damn.  I knew I should have just done it.  I
was so tempted."
     "Heather?  I got into a really big fantasy last
night and I can't get it out of my head, it seems."
     "Really?  Like what?"
     "Big tits.  I want big, heavy, breasts.  Like you
and Traci.  Maybe bigger."  Sherry looked sheepish as
she blurted it out.
     "Like the women we screwed at the dinner?"
     "Yeah.  Stupid, right.  I mean.  I'm healthy and
have a nice enough pair now, but still, since I was
twelve, I sometimes wanted to be a lot bigger and for
some reason, the three we did the other night showed me
what they would be like.  I am SO turned on by this all
of a sudden, you can't believe it."
     Heather grinned.  She had to admit Sherry would
look really totally great with big jugs.  "Well, it's
expensive, to be done right.  You'd look great.  If
that's what you really want.  But you better be sure,
 cause going back to your natural self might be hard to
do and you could have other problems.  You've read the
papers about all the back and forth on it."
     "You don't think it's idiotic?"
     "Well, no.  But get all the facts and consider
everything.  If you do it, I'll be right there with you
the whole time."
     "You would do that for me?"
     "Of course.  And I get first pass at you when
you're ready for some action."
     "You are too much.  Of course you get first pass. 
Speaking of which, I am so damn horny right now....." 
She moved over nearer Heather.
     "I'd love to do you, babe, but we have got to get
moving.  Barbara called and we are invited to tea.  We
have just time to pack for tomorrow's departure, select
things for the party with the stew tonight and get out
to Barbara's."
     Sherry looked disappointed.  She'd have to wait
till tonight.  Damn.
     The bathroom door opened and Traci joined them.
     "Hey, guess what?!  Sherry wants big tits like
us.!  She's all hot for them!"  Sherry tossed a pillow
at her playfully. 
      "I am not!"
     "Hell you're not.  Look, your crotch is soaked!" 
Sherry blushed a bright red.  They weren't going to
make it easy if she went ahead with this.
     Traci grinned, but was serious.  "Really big ones? 
Like the silicon honey's at the party?  Now those were
some really impressive tits on those women.  Even I
thought they were erotic babes.  Well, check it out and
let us know.  We'll be right there for you."
     Sherry started to cry.  
     "What's the matter?"  They both immediately held
her and hugged her.
     "That's exactly what Heather just said.  You two
are so special.  I love you."
     "I love you too."  Heather and Traci said it
together.  They looked at each other in surprise.  They
were a threesome!  A love triangle.  Damn, how was this
supposed to work?
     They rushed around the room getting ready and
packing.  They were on their way down to the lobby by
themselves in the elevator when Heather casually said. 
"So, what's this about our blonde friend here fisting
you to oblivion last night on her first try?"
     Traci was immediately blusing bright red.  Sherry
began to heat up.
     "You said......!"
     "Calm down, both of you.  You were the right
person to open up that door for her, so to speak, and I
wasn't for some reason.  Enjoy it?"  The last was to
Traci.
     "Yes.  It was incredibly intense."
     "I told you."
     "I'm sore as hell too."
     "You'll get over it by tonight.  And next time you
can let her put part of her arm in."  The elevator
doors opened.
     Traci glanced over at Sherry, who grinned and
almost broke out giggling.  "We'll see."  Traci said as
they stepped into the waiting limo Barbara had sent. 
Unnoticed by them, most of the lobby staff had
discretely positioned themselves by the door to see
these three stunning women as they left the hobby. The
limo pulled away.