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From: "Paul Christiansen" <pjchris@cpcug.org>
Subject: REPOST: The Adventures of Heather, Part 26, [FF]
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 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 26 By "RAMAPO"
It was in a hurry that they got dressed in travelling
clothes and headed for the airport in the limo. Sherry
looked totally lickable in a pale yellow blouse that set
off her golden locks that flowed around her shoulder and
hung in a thick mass over her right breast and down below
her waist. The black skirt was tastefully short, and the
black sheer pantyhose accented her straight legs ending in
black high heels. She would change into the slippers they
gave you in first class once they were settled.
Heather had her luxurious black hair up in a twist
and off her neck for once (she missed the sensuous feeling
of it on her neck), but it showed off her long white neck.
A white silk blouse that did nothing to hide her
voluptuous shape was accented with a black skirt, rather
short, and black stockings held up with garters. Sherry
had insisted she show off her body on the flight and
Heather finally caved, giving in to knowing how hot it
would make Sherry.
Traci had only called three hours ago and told them
of the great art show they were missing. Heather's works
were getting a lot of attention and it would do Heather's
reputation a lot of good to make an appearance. Upon
learning that Sherry was there with Heather (she did sound
just a mite jealous, though), Traci had insisted they both
come over and spend the week at the show. She made
reservations at the hotel for the three of them to share a
room (that would suit all of them just fine) and Heather
booked two last minute tickets on a British Air flight and
now they were going through the last security check.
"Madam, would you empty your purse for me?" The
portly matron was firm but polite.
Sherry looked suddenly embarrassed. "Is there a
problem?"
"Your purse. I'd like to see its contents please."
Slowly Sherry pulled out the items. The usual
clutter, makeup, tissues, pens, wallet, hairbrush, comb.
The pile in front of them grew. A small hand calculator.
"Can you show me this works, please?"
Sherry pulled off the cover and started doing
calculations. The register showed numbers changing and
the guard said. "Thank you."
She looked down into the purse and said. "Is that
all?"
"Ummm, no. But."
"I must see everything. Please hurry, we are holding
up the line."
Sherry sighed and pulled out a large penis shaped
dildo. The switch on the bottom showed it was also a
vibrator.
The guard snickered. "Can you show me this works," a
definite hesitation and her smirk grew, "please?"
Sherry grabbed the dildo and snapped it on. The
gentle buzz filled the air and several people looked at
what was in her hand. Faces started turning red and
people looked away, embarrassed. All but a very
handsomely dressed blond just behind them.
The clipped English accent added authority to the
chill in the words. "Are you quite through humiliating
this woman in public?"
The guard wasn't expecting anyone to challenge her.
"It's my job to check everything out."
"I take it your instructions are to wait till the x-ray
shows a woman is carrying a sexual device in her bag,
then force her to display it and turn it on?" Sherry was
frantically putting everything back in her purse. Heather
stood off to one side watching, feeling sorry for Sherry,
who was now bright red. And looked mortified.
"It could be a weapon." The guard was beginning to
look nervous and seemed about ready to challenge this
outspoken woman.
The woman was having none of it. "Right. Millions
of people are assaulted every year with dildos in public
places and it's your job to keep us safe from them." She
picked up her bag and held it out to the guard. "Do you
want me to show you the five sexual devices I've got in
here and explain how they work to you?" A small crowd of
grinning women were now standing around waiting to see the
outcome of this. Embarrassing as it was, the blond spoke
for all of them. It was perhaps worse that the guard was
a woman herself and should have been more discrete, even
if she did have to check it out.
The blond was rummaging around in her bag and began
to pull out her hand. "No, you are free to go, please
don't block the line."
The blond shouldered her bag and walked over to
Heather and Sherry. "Cheeky bitch. Little gods. I know
we need them to check for security reasons, but really,
this lack of sensitivity is quite the limit." She held
out her hand. "I'm Lady Moulton. Sorry you had to go
through that."
Sherry shook her hand, then Heather. "I'm Sherry and
this is Heather." The blond gave them a once over, her
eyes returning for just an instant to the over full swell
of Heather's chest, then back to Sherry. Heather noticed
the second look.
"Do you really carry five sex toys in your bag when
you travel?" Heather was grinning, but curious as well.
"Certainly not! They're all in my baggage!" They
all laughed. "Must have given them a jolly laugh down in
the x-ray room. I often think I should just pack a bag of
nothing but sex toys and have some real fun with them.
Hell, they probably wouldn't know what they were."
Sherry was over her embarrassment. "Thanks. I
forgot it was there. I didn't know what to say."
Lady Moulton took both their arms and they walked to
the boarding area. "Where are you two ladies sitting?" A
comparison of tickets showed they were all within a few
seats of one another in first class.
"Excellent. We'll switch with someone once we're up
and on our way. I always enjoy company on these long
flights."
Heather looked her over. Expensive. Very expensive.
Delightful accent straight out of finishing school. Very
proper. Short blond hair almost in the style of Princess
Di, but not enough to be accused of copying. Trim figure
under a tailored dark blue suit, nice legs, heels.
Ramrod straight posture. Expensive rings and accessories.
A wedding ring. Maybe a bit older than Traci.
"First trip to London?"
Heather spoke. "Not for me, but it's Sherry's first
time over. We're going to an art show."
Sherry added, "She's being modest. Her works are on
display and the patrons want to meet her. So we are on a
last minute flight."
Lady Moulton looked over at Heather and smiled.
Beautiful and so young.
On board, before they even took off, it was obvious
first class would be almost empty and they just moved
together in three over size seats with Sherry on Heather's
left and Lady Moulton on the right. The take off went
smoothly and soon they were being wined and dined. Lady
Moulton purchased a full bottle of wine and they all had
quite a bit to drink with the meal.
They waited for the trays to be taken away. Lady
Moulton was quite a bit more relaxed at this point.
"I wonder what the entertainment is this trip?"
Heather asked to make conversation.
"Oh, some movie. I saw it when I was over last week.
A movie isn't really what I need to entertain me at the
moment." More to herself than Heather.
"A game of cards, perhaps?"
Lady Moulton laughed. "No, something a bit more
physical, I think. And earthy. Not that I'll get much of
a chance for that."
"Oh, I'm sure your husband will be waiting for you to
take care of that soon enough."
"Not a chance, my dear. The bore is probably down in
the city with one of his bimbos right now getting his
rocks polished but good. No, I face a bed with cold
sheets at home, I'm afraid."
"That doesn't sound so inviting. How terrible for
you. I'm very lucky, I guess."
"Oh?"
"Yes, I have Traci waiting for me and the rocks she
intends to polish as sitting about six inches away from
you!"
Lady Moulton laughed. "What a beautiful shape you
have, Heather." Her eyes were fastened on Heather's very
visible nipples. "Traci is very lucky to have you." The
pun was intended. They both smiled.
"But what about Sherry? She seems more than a
friend?"
The lights went down in the cabin and the movie
started on the small screens attached just in front of
each chair. Sherry swung the armrest on Heather's chair
and her's up and out of the way, making a short couch,
then pulled a blanket up over her and Heather and curled
up against Heather to watch the movie. In seconds, her
hands stole along under the blanket and found the waist
catch and zipper on Heather's skirt and unfastened them.
"Hey!"
"Shush. The movie is starting."
Sherry's long fingernails disappeared under Heather's
waistband and began inching the skirt down, the nails
travelling over Heather's belly and down to the top of her
now moist mound. The garter belt added to the sensation
as Sherry pulled gently on the garters and the friction
along her thighs added to the assault on her nerves. The
sexual tension in her belly grew in leaps and bounds, but
she did nothing to stop Sherry. She didn't know how to
and not bring the activity to Lady Moulton's attention.
But Lady Moulton saw the slow moving mound under the
blanket and guessed immediately what was happening. It
did nothing to ease her own sexual frustration, but make
it worse.
"Your friend seems very casual about public sex. I
mean, carrying a large dildo out in public like that."
Heather hesitated. Her chest was getting tight from
the fingers playing along her bush, ever so gradually
working down to the waiting extended clit, now poking up
through the folds of her lips into the cloth of her skirt.
It ached and tingled.
"I'm afraid I'm a bit to blame there. I wore a sexy
outfit to get her horny and I think it worked a bit too
much."
"It's quite becoming. Your outfit, that is. As well
as those spectacular titties. What attracts her?"
"Garters and no panties."
"Oh, your pussy is just there for the taking?"
Sherry's index finger brushed the side of her clit
and she shuddered. She couldn't hear any of the
conversation, as she had headphones on. She was reading
Heather's reaction like brail.
"I....I," it was too hard to concentrate. Sherry
knew exactly how to get her very hot and keep her there.
"Yes." It was a forced whisper.
"Tell me Heather, how do you like to be fucked?"
"I," Sherry's finger slid past the turgid clit and
the tip became wet for the first time as it dipped between
the swollen lips and encountered the pool of lubrication
building there. "Slowly. Gently." Her eyes closed as
the tension took her higher.
"Like the way Sherry is fucking you right now?"
Heather was somehow startled. So intent on the
sensations between her legs, she was surprised by the
revelation that Lady Moulton had noticed.
"Oh, God, yes. Yes, like the way her finger is in me
now. So slow, so deep, so wet."
Lady Moulton shivered. Her lust, suppressed all
week, was rising like some animal not to be denied.
"I prefer almost violent activity as a rule. I find
the slow approach too frustrating. I need to pound the
bed and drive my lover to the limit. Of, course, Harold
is a pig in bed, so maybe that's why the slow approach
rarely works. I need a partner who can anticipate when I
need to go faster. To just rape me in the end, when I'm
ready to give everything and just let completely go."
"Yes, let go. Cum in their face. Explode inside.
Oh, yes. Ohhhhh..." Two of Sherry's fingertips were now
sliding up and down her slit. She needed them inside her,
but she knew Sherry couldn't reach that far across her and
do it.
Almost as a reflex, she turned on her right side and
reclined the seat. Sherry moved closer and her hand
travelled over Heather's left check and down between her
legs, moving up to the nicely framed twat now exposed for
easy access. She teased Heather and stroked the lips but
didn't go inside.
"Shit. Oh. Please."
Lady Moulton realised that Sherry was playing with
Heather and the comments were for her lover. But she was
now very turned on. Heather's face was a mirror of lust
and desire as the sexual tension filled her mind and drove
out other feelings and desires.
Turning on her left side, Lady Moulton pulled her
blanket over Heather as well and with a deft right hand,
her blouse opened. She pulled it aside and a perfect pear
shaped breast with a large very dark brown areola and
nipple now stood only inches from Heather's face. Lady
Boulton never wore bras. And tonight she was glad not to
have to fool with it.
Heather opened her eyes and the breast swayed into
view and without thinking, she leaned forward slightly,
with Lady Moulton easing forward in her reclined chair and
the nipple slid into Heather's hot, open mouth.
"Oh. That is so nice." Lady Moulton shivered again.
Her first taste of female sex was better than she had
hoped it would be. And it was just beginning.
Heather put just the right amount of pressure on the
nipple with her lips and began to wash it with her tongue.
"Oh. My dear. Oh." Lady Moulton was going to turn
out to be vocal during sex.
Sherry still didn't realize that Heather was now
coupled with Lady Moulton, and continued to watch the
screen as she slipped the tip of her middle finger slowly
into the waiting honey pot. Soon, it was in to the second
knuckle and she rotated a bit and withdrew just as slowly.
And that began a regular slow fuck.
Heather became hotter and hotter. Needing more.
Needing it faster. Knowing the wait would be deliciously
good. Dying from the frustration. She pulled more of the
pear into her mouth and Lady Moulton cried out gently.
A stewardess came down front. "Everything all right
here?"
Lady Moulton struggled to cover up her exposed chest,
only just succeeding.
"Yes, fine. Just trying to get a bit of rest."
The stewardess noticed the slow rhythmic motion
behind Heather's ass and realized she was getting screwed.
Her eye travelled to Heather's face and that confirmed it.
Lady Moulton clutched the blanket a bit higher, but from
her vantage point, she could see the modest swell of the
woman's breast end in Heather's mouth. Nothing she hadn't
seen many times before. Just frustrating to see three
beautiful women getting laid and her having to work.
Shit.
She walked away. Lady Moulton began to moan. She
turned back, leaned down and whispered in the woman's ear.
"Look, I don't mind you fucking up here, but you must be
quiet while you do it. Would you like a gag?"
Lady Moulton was mortified, but was now too hot to
stop. Her built up needs were in charge now. "Yes," she
said simply."
The stewardess went to the storage cabinet and pulled
out her purse. Noisy herself, she learned long ago to
carry a ball gag with her to protect herself. She judged
it a close fit to Lady Moulton's mouth and returned to the
front.
Lady Moulton had never in her life used a gag during
sex. Being loud during sex had always excited her as well
as most of her partners. She eyed the ball. The stew
leaned close again and whispered, "It doesn't hurt. Just
fills your mouth completely and you can't make noise.
Open wide."
She tilted the woman's head back a bit and compressed
the ball in her hand and inserted it. Lady Moulton gave a
grunt. The stew leaned back again. "Now, you horny
bitch. In payment for this little bit of assistance, I
expect you to come to my flat tomorrow night with these
two sluts. Tell no one where you are going and be
prepared to spend the night. I plan to fuck you to death,
and then you can have me to do what you wish.
Understand?"
Lady Moulton looked alarmed. Her breast was fast
disappearing into Heather's active mouth and she felt
totally confused. She nodded.
The stew noted the blond's alarm and whispered, "I
won't hurt you, or them. But you will have the best sex
you've ever had. Or ever will again." She stood up and
walked back to her station. Her panties were soaked, she
was so excited . She had no idea why she had just gotten
so bold. It could cost her her job in a second if the
passenger reported her.
She was totally amazed the woman had agreed. After
five minutes, her excitement not abating, she slipped into
the lavatory and frigged herself to two quick orgasms. It
didn't help.
Grinning from ear to ear, she began planning the next
night, almost too shocked to believe it might really
happen.
Heather was near to orgasm now. Her own groans were
passing through Moulton's sensitive nipple and giving her
clit little shocks to add to her soaring arousal.
Sherry slipped a second finger into Heather's waiting
pussy and Heather began to hump backwards in a slow
matching rhythm. It wouldn't be long now. Lady Moulton
hoisted up her own skirt and her fingers dipped into her
panties as she masturbated, first one, then two, and now
three fingers disappearing into her hole. It had been
years since she had been this hot and her passion and lust
was taking total control of her.
The ball gag was working perfectly and the trio of
women rose toward the peak. Sherry was so happy Heather
let her do her on the plane. Heather got her so hot, she
knew when they landed that Heather would fuck her to
exhaustion later in the hotel. She slipped a third finger
into the now very swollen mouth of Heather's cunt and
picked up the pace. Heather was starting to stiffen.
Lady Moulton felt the wave of an orgasm approaching.
A wave like nothing she had ever experienced in memory.
It approached and her belly went tighter and tighter, but
it didn't break, rising up over her like some monster of
lust, ready to crush her in its grasp. She moaned a
continuous call of sex. And still it built. Her fingers
moved faster and faster.
Heather was going to explode and nothing could stop
it now. Her back was curved and her whole lower torso
felt like a solid, swollen sex gland. Sherry slipped a
fourth finger into her and pushed in and out rapidly. And
the orgasm took her as it always did from the rear. The
explosion in her brain was joined by a red hot flush up
the front of her body and her pussy clamped down so hard
on the invading fingers that she held them in place as
Sherry gently pulled and pushed to add to her pleasure.
Her jaw clamped down, pulling Lady Moulton's now
engulfed tit totally inside and pinning it against the
roof of Heather's mouth. The pain and pleasure sent the
tidal wave crashing over Lady Moulton and she screamed in
release. A whimper to those behind them in the cabin, but
her soul sounded its pleasure in her wail. Her pussy
flooded her underwear with discharge and her fingers were
crushed together as the spasm hit. And the next. And yet
a third.
And then, they came down together in the quiet of the
cabin as the movie ended and a series of old TV sitcoms
began to play.
Lady Moulton removed the gag and licked her lips.
"My, god, that was incredible. My dear, that was an
experience I'll never forget. Who needs movies!"
Heather slowly turned back and kissed Sherry slowly
and erotically for some minutes. "That was delicious, my
beautiful lover. Can I do you now?"
"No, I think I'll wait until we get back to the hotel
later. And then I'll collect my reward. I did good?"
"You did me just perfectly. And Lady Moulton thanks
you as well."
"Lady Moulton?"
"Yes, she saw you and asked me to suck her tit for
her while she did herself. I think she liked it a lot."
Sherry looked over at Lady Moulton and all three of
them started to laugh.
"I believe I have us in a bit of a pickle." The
worried look on Lady Moulton's face caused the laughter to
die down.
Leaning together much like a huddle, she explained
the agreement she had made with the stewardess in the heat
of passion.
"Do you know her?" Sherry asked. "I mean, would it
be safe?"
"Not to be rude, but I hardly know either of you as
well. I've gotten myself into a very compromised
position."
Heather and Sherry looked at each other and nodded.
"Not with us, you haven't." Heather spoke for both of
them. "Look we can spend the rest of the flight getting
acquainted, but you have to decide before we get there if
you will simply tell her no thanks or that we'll be
there."
"You mean you would actually go to her place for,
well, a sex orgy?" She clearly was in strange territory
here. The doubt dripped from her every word.
"Well, we can always leave if we don't think it's
safe or not to our liking. I mean, she has to keep her
reputation intact as well. It's not a one way concern."
"No offense, but I have rather a bit more at stake, I
think."
Heather took her arm and smiled into her eyes. "Tell
us about it. Why can't a beautiful rich woman with a
cheating husband go to the occasional sex orgy?"
Lady Moulton smiled. Heather had a point. At least
about her husband. When do I get any action anymore, she
asked herself. "My first name is Barbara. Barbara
Moulton. I'm a Lady because of my husband is a Lord in
the Parliament. Hence my title. We live in the country
north of London in a vast house we can't afford, travel
too much, and have to go to dreadful parties almost every
night as we try to keep up appearances. I married my
husband for wealth and power and got mostly the latter.
The wealth is mostly gone. The banks own us now, for the
most part, but dare not foreclose because of the
embarrassment. Travel like this is mostly paid for as
part of my husbands duties and I play the part of the
adoring supportive wife in public. I don't have much fun
anymore. Anything I could want to do to really let down
my hair would be entirely too risky, so I can't do it.
Today's little adventure was way over the top for me."
She looked into Heather's eyes. "Not that I didn't adore
it. I haven't had an orgasm like that since I was a
teenager in the back of my boyfriend's car in a field. I
think I'm saying too much, actually."
"You really need to get out and have some fun.
Sounds a bit too restrictive for me, even with all the
influence and other bennies." Sherry was smiling.
Barbara smiled back. "I concur completely."
Heather and Sherry then told her about their
backgrounds and future dreams. And a bit about Traci.
"Sounds serious, I'm jealous." Barbara was
completely surprised at herself. "And I'm shocked at
myself for saying that. But, I'll be damned if I'm not
jealous. I never thought I fancied women." Heather gave
her a warm smile and squeezed her arm. Barbara squeezed
back.
"Don't feel bad about being jealous of Traci.
Anybody that has Heather for a lover even once wishes she
was in Traci's shoes, believe me." Sherry was jealous,
but recognized the bond that existed there and never
pushed to make her casual relationship with Heather more
than it was. Not that she didn't wish it could be
different. Damn that girl made her horny to look at her.
"I can believe that." Barbara said.
Heather felt a hand down her ass as Traci worked to
get her skirt up to her waist. She turned back to look at
her and Traci gave her a real shit eating grin.
"We're two hours till touch down and I know you
aren't satisfied with just one. Roll over and let momma
play with you some more."
"Traci, we have enough problems without more sex
right now, don't you think." She caressed the grinning
face.
"Honey, I know you better than you think and you need
this. Roll over and stop being brave. Let me at that
lush pussy of yours."
Heather sighed and did as she was told. Sherry was
probably right. Once was never enough. Some days, ten
was never enough. Barbara would think she was a sex
maniac.
Barbara watched Heather shift and Sherry move over
behind her again. The tell-tale movements under the
blankets told her that Heather was about to be fucked
again. What a horny little bitch, she thought. And
realized she was horny too. And jealous. To be so
carefree to be able to do this so easily. But she settled
on watching this time, a bit too nervous to get drawn into
the action. What was she going to tell the stew about her
decision. Did she even have a real choice. Certainly the
stew knew who she was. Public disclosure would be
ruinous.
Heather was breathing heavily now that Sherry's
fingers continued to roam over her lower ass and upper
thighs. The nerves were on high alert and her pussy was
already brimming.
"Is she a good lover?"
Heather focused on Barbara. It was hard. The tunnel
of lust in her belly was sucking her down into its warmth
and tension and she wanted to just slide in and float.
"Yes, superb. Magic fingers. And tongue. She knows
every hot spot I have. And there are whole bunches."
"Sounds delightful. Mind if I watch? And eavesdrop?
I love the sound of sex."
Heather was falling into the funnel. Deeper. Her
belly was tight. She could feel her nipples fight the
fabric of the bra and the tension spread across her chest.
"No. No. Join me."
"No, not this time. I'm too nervous."
Heather pulled her closer. "She's got my pussy
swimming with cum. I need her to go inside, but she's
making me crazy with waiting." Her voice was thick with
lust and hot on Barbara's ear. Barbara was already
beginning to think she might actually want to participate.
"You are a horny bitch, aren't you my dear?" She
hugged Heather to her neck, her fingers with their perfect
red nails against Heather's neck and cheek.
"God, oh, God, yes. Horny. I'm so fucking horny.
She has such long fingers. Ahhhhh!"
"Not too noisy my dear. Tell me how she is fucking
you." Barbara's voice was deep and throaty with
excitement.
"Finger.....tip.....inside......ahhhh.....ohhhhhh..
god....good.....deeper, yes deeper....ohhhhh...give
it to me...."
Heather was trembling with desire. Sherry's expert
fingers were now touching the sensitive nerves near her G
spot, but not quite letting her have the thrill of direct
contact. Sherry had other things in mind for her luscious
lover's well-stimulated pussy.
The stewardess was back with a drink tray, working
her way forward, glancing forward every so often to catch
the action. She could already make out that the women
were back in a huddle and she was eager to see if they
were screwing again. Her hand was shaking as she held the
tray out to the few people in the isle and she could feel
her chest tighten with arousal at the thought of what the
women up front were doing. She was sure.
"My dear, the stewardess will want to serve us drinks
in just a moment. Can you pause until she is gone?"
Barbara was trying to think how to not be compromised yet
again. But she held Heather to her neck and stroked her
face. Heather was clearly too far gone now to stop. It
was a stupid suggestion.
The long fingers suddenly withdrew from Heather's
cunt and the nerves screamed in protest. And then she
felt the cool smooth head of Sherry's dildo on the back of
her ass and upper thighs as Sherry warmed it up before
penetration. Heather wanted it inside her more than
anything in the world at that moment.
"Dildo. Put it in. Hurry. Don't make me wait.
Ohhhhhh, god, YES!"
Barbara was shocked that Sherry was going to actually
use a vibrator in the cabin, but she was distracted by a
voice in her ear.
"Mind if I watch?" It was sexy, low and very
breathy. The stew was turned on. Very turned on.
Barbara's instincts helped her here and without a
pause she turned and said in a very low voice, "Only if we
can discuss our agreement about tomorrow night. Other
engagements make that impossible for me. Or them."
"God...oh....god....oh....god." The rhythm of
Heather's chant told Barbara that Sherry was pumping the
dildo in and out of Heather's pussy at a regular interval
and Heather was almost beyond reason with lust. Heather's
hand was alternately gripping her arm and releasing it as
spasm after spasm raced across her belly and her brain's
defences fell away. She slid into the pool of lust in the
tunnel and gave herself to only one thought. Fuck me, oh
fuck me, oh fuck me.
The dildo penetrated ever deeper on each gentle but
steady insertion until all seven inches were filling
Heather. Heather groaned in short gasps as her insides
grew hotter and hotter.
The stewardess watched Heather's face and her hand
almost dropped the tray.
"Careful, dear, or you'll get all wet." Barbara
admonished the stew.
"Too late for that worry, I'm already soaked." The
stew whispered back, wanting to lick Barbara's ear, but
her professional caution held her back to a safe distance.
Checking to see if anybody noticed she was lingering a
bit, she satisfied herself that they were all watching a
movie or asleep and looked back down.
"Barbara, I'm going to cum soon. Ahhhh.... God, it's
driving me crazy. I'm sooo hot."
Sherry flipped on the switch at the bottom of the
vibrator and Heather's nerves went wild from the sudden
additional stimulation deep inside her.
"AHHHHHHHH! GOD! Shit, this is sooo
fucking.......good!"
Barbara knew she was going to cum and held her face
close to her ear, her blood red nails a stark contrast to
the white of Heather's neck and ear.
"I'mmmm cummmmm.....inggggggggg!" It was a gasp and
her voice gurgled as the wave of tension flattened her
belly and electric shocks raced up her spine to her brain.
Then the stars came out as her brain went into overload
and exploded in thousands of short circuits of pleasure.
Her body shook uncontrollably as wave after wave crashed
over her.
Barbara held the shaking girl and realized she was
extremely turned on herself. She looked at the stew and
the stew was flushed with excitement and their eyes
locked. The stew shook her head. "Can't, please. I'd
like nothing better, believe me. I'd get fired for sure.
Please come to my place."
Barbara said, "Can't. Friday is the earliest I have
open."
The stew nodded eagerly. "Friday is good. My
roommate will be home as well. Please come. You
promised."
Barbara hesitated. An orgy. With women, for God's
sake. Her pussy tingled. "Yes. I can't speak for them.
But I'll ask."
The stew put her hand on her arm and squeezed.
"Great. It will be fun, you'll see. Try to convince
them. My roommate will really go for the blond on the
end. She's hot." Then she walked back down the isle,
bumping her hip strategically against Barbara's shoulder
as she went by.
Barbara liked the attention. And wondered if all
those bumps on the arm and shoulder over the years as she
flew had been secret overtures that she just missed. Next
time she'd pay more attention. But right now, Heather's
still ragged breath on her ear and neck was sending
tingles down her spine and she wished she had used the
opportunity to get off again.
But the opportunity was lost, as the lights went up
in the cabin and landing preparations began. Heather
struggled to get her skirt back around straight and
buttoned up. Barbara carefully checked her blouse under
the blanket and found it mis-buttoned, so she fixed it and
then the blankets were put away and they pulled the arm
rests back down.
Sherry leaned over. "Well, have you decided about
the stew's offer?"
"Friday night. She wants you both to come with me.
I take it there will be her and her roommate. Are you
free?"
Sherry looked pleased. Heather finally found her
voice, her face still bearing the tell-tale glow of recent
sex and said, "We have to find out what our schedule will
be. I have to talk to Traci first."
"OK." Barbara handed Heather her card. "There is my
number. Ask for me using Barbara and you'll get straight
through. Lady Moulton is never in. Now, I have another
invitation for you. I'm having a rather elaborate fancy
dress affair day after tomorrow. All the powers to be
will be there, as it's one of those can't miss things. I
want you both to come and bring Traci. I'm going to
frightfully bored if you don't. Please say yes."
Sherry and Heather grinned. "Sure, but, we have to
be sure we're free first. I'll let you know as soon as we
get to the hotel. Fancy dress? Gowns, that sort of
thing?"
"Yes, quite formal, I'm afraid. Black tie for the
men. Can you manage?"
They had both packed some pretty formal clothes for
the show at the gallery and in seconds had figured out
that they could make a decent showing. "Yes, we have the
clothes we need."
"Smashing. Now I can't wait. Promise me you'll be a
bit outrageous. And include me in the fun as well?"
Heather leaned over and to Barbara's amazement and
secret satisfaction, gave her a deep kiss full on the
mouth. "You bet. We'll think of something to help you
pass the evening away pleasantly."
The plane settled into the finally approach and
touched down smoothly. As they worked their way off the
plane, the stew handed a napkin with her name, address and
phone number on it to Barbara. "Friday."
"Yes. I'm looking forward to it." Barbara said with
a smile. "Thank you for a very pleasant flight
experience."
"Thank you." The stew said with added emphasis on
the you. And winked.
At the end of the ramp, Traci was waiting. She
started to glow as soon as she saw Heather. Sherry was
careful to avoid any physical contact with Heather as they
came up the ramp and held back just a bit. No signals
here of competition.
They settled back into the car with Traci driving and
Traci said, "OK, tell me all about the flight! I'm so
glad to see you. Really glad." She reached over and
squeezed Heather's knee and then returned to shifting
gears.
"Well, we met Lady Boulton just before departure when
she complained about the security person making Sherry
publicly demonstrate that her dildo wasn't a bomb or
something.." Heather never got to finish the sentence.
"What! You met Lady Boulton!? Do you have any idea
who she is? And you had to publicly display your WHAT?!"
"Calm down. Well, we know she is married to a Lord
or something. Very upper crust. She's bored stiff. Very
pretty and her husband cheats on her. And Sherry had a
dildo in her handbag and the guard made her take it out.
Lady Boulton embarrassed the guard to death and got her to
back off and let us through. We ended up sitting next to
each other."
"Married to a Lord isn't the half of it. She's
married to one of the most powerful old land owners in the
country. Hundreds of thousands of acres. They
practically support the arts over here single handed.
Your art is hanging in one of her galleries. God, I hope
you didn't do anything that might screw up your contact
now that you've made it."
"Well, we did have sex on the flight and she held me
while Sherry got me off again. Oh, and the stewardess
wants all of us over to her flat this Friday night for an
orgy. And we're invited to a big do at Barbara's place
tomorrow night if we don't already have anything more
pressing." Heather was grinning and Sherry was shaking
her head.
"SEX!! You had SEX with the woman on the AIR
PLANE?!!! And she lets you call her Barbara?!! Amazing,
just amazing." Traci was silent. She literally was at a
loss for words.
"OK, from the top, slowly, tell me about the trip.
And leave nothing out." Traci stared down the road and
kept trying to remember to pay attention, because she
still wasn't used to driving on the opposite side of the
road.
So, Heather and Sherry told her the whole story,
paying particular attention to describe the sex in detail.
In the end, Traci was hot and flushed, and even more
amazed.
"Only you, my Heather darling, could make the most
powerful contact you could have in the UK by having sex
with her in a public place, have others want to start an
orgy with the woman and have everyone just loving every
minute of it. Truly a five star performance."
"Can we go?"
"To the orgy? We'll have to talk about that."
"No, to Barbara's tomorrow night. We might meet the
Prime Minister and everything!"
"I don't have the right clothes for that kind of
thing, honey."
"We'll shop in the morning and get you something.
This is once and a lifetime opportunity. And Barbara
wants us to think up something daring to do while we are
there and include her in the fun."
"Fun such as?"
"I think something sexy and erotic. We have to plan
it out. She's so bored and wants
to have some fun. And she's pissed at her husband and I
think wants to get even a bit. Anyway, we can come up
with something to ease her pain." Heather was already
thinking ahead.
"Yes, I have no doubt that you'll think of something.
Nothing too risky, though, I hope. You have no idea what
kind of trouble you could cause if there were a scandal."
"Well, we want her to have fun, though, so we'll let
her decide just how risky she wants it to be as we go
along and she can call a halt whenever."
"Here's the hotel. Let's go in and relax and let the
travel dust out of your hair. Tonight you have to be at
the gallery to meet your fans. You have to be at your
best for that."
Sherry sat in silence. It hurt to see Traci and
Heather be so totally comfortable together. She was
jealous. A tear rolled down her cheek. Heather noticed
immediately and wiped it away.
Once in the room, they settled in and while Heather
was still in the bathroom, Traci came over to her and
said, "I haven't thanked you properly for being with
Heather on the long flight. I can tell you are a good
friend. And perhaps more." She moved very close and
placed her hand on Sherry's cheek.
"Well, you two are...."
"We are lovers. We are friends. I love her very
much. But she's still a wild thing and isn't ready to
settle down. And she attracts the nicest people all the
time. I'm very lucky to have her. Can I have you as
well?"
Traci's frank, direct approach caught her off guard.
The hand remained and Sherry pressed her face against it
as an answer. She wasn't being shut out, but being
invited in. And she accepted without another word,
kissing Traci deeply and feeling Traci stroke her long
hair. God, could she keep up with both of them? She was
about to find out!
Traci removed Sherry's blouse and began to stoke the
pert breasts with the back of her fingernails. As
expected, in seconds Sherry's nipples hardened to pebbles
and began to ache.
"Oh, that is nice. I have butterflies in my
stomach!"
The trace of the fingernails went lower across her
belly and up her sides and Sherry was shuddering from the
nerves in her skin going wild. This was a technique she
needed to remember for sure! Wow!
With one hand continuing the endless trail of
sensations, Traci unbuttoned Sherry's skirt and it fell to
the floor. Sherry was wearing a white silk half slip and
matching lace panties. Traci pulled Sherry hard against
her, her hands gripping the back of Sherry's very firm ass
and digging into the crack between her buns. Traci's
delicious breasts moulded themselves over Sherry's smaller
ones and the pressure on their chests made their breath
quicken.
Sherry was trembling inside. She loved a lover who
was capable and skilled and Traci was both. She knew she
was about to be laid by an expert and gave herself to
Traci completely.
Their mouths opened and long tongues slid past each
other on their way deep inside and then the mouths closed
over each other and a wonderfully wet, intimate French
kiss carried them higher and then Traci eased her new
lover back onto the bed and pulled her half slip down the
long straight legs and tossed in on a chair. Sherry began
to peel the panties down but Traci gently stopped her and
began to kiss her breasts, working her way down to her
belly and the top of the panties. The silk now spotted
with a wet stain as Sherry began to open up from
stimulation.
Finally, Traci slid down and placed her lips over the
swollen cunt and began to suck through the silk. Sherry
gasped. She bucked as the sensation through the silk
caught her off guard. It was delicious, a bit indirect
and left her extremely sensitive clit at a level she could
enjoy instead of causing pain. Traci began to lick her
through the clothe and her hips took on a life of their
own as she rose to meet each deep swipe of her insides.
The silk was allowing her to enjoy a slow climb toward
orgasm she had rarely enjoyed. Usually, a tongue in her
pussy set her off in seconds and then her clit would be
too sore to continue for quite some time. But not now.
Her clit was rock hard and ached and sent tingles into her
belly.
"Oh, god," her breath was rushing in and out in
shuddery gasps. "I....never.....underwear...need
.....to....cum.....oh..yes....Yes!....yes....oh....ohhhhh."
It was a litany of lust as her mind focused on nothing
but the long tongue now pressing the thin silk deep into
her pussy. She wrapped her thighs around Traci's ears and
pressed Traci hard against her.
Unused to this slow climb toward orgasm, she thought
many times that she would cum, but the release held off
and she began to thrash as her need for release grew and
grew. Her arms began to slam down on the bed in
uncontrolled fury and the passion between her thighs drove
her wild.
Slam! "Make me cum, damn you...OH....OHHHHH. Shit.
Fuck...Cum.. MAKE ME CUM!" Slam. Slam! The bed shook with
the fury of her physical reaction.
"Please!...Please!....OH, god....cum.....I'm so
fucking....HOT!....Oh, Traci........Oh, Oh,
OH!.....Please"
Traci drove her to the brink and then, through the
silk, closed her lips tightly around the rock hard clit
and pulled on it over and over. And then the release hit.
A sensation of her belly going solid with tension, white
heat pouring out of her pulsing pussy up her front and
into her face. She trembled and shook and groaned in
short gasps as her breath was driven from her. And then,
just as the tingles began to slow slightly, the second
orgasm took her and she passed out in the middle of a wild
groan that ended in a hiss of air. Her body continued to
quiver as she continued to release even though she was now
unaware.
Traci crawled next to her and held her close and
stroked her back and arms. Sherry calmed down, but the
exhaustion of the trip and now this intense sex drove her
deep into sleep. She began to snore softly in Traci's
ear. There would be time later for more.
Traci grinned and eased a pillow up under Sherry's
head and then pulled a sheet over her, then the spread.
Sherry looked beautiful as she lay there, a sexual flush
still in her face, a halo of now wild blond hair spilling
over the pillow and out onto the sheets. Traci patted her
and kissed her forehead and then picked up Sherry's things
and carefully folded them and put them over the back of a
chair.
At that moment, Heather came out of the bathroom in
an absolutely devastating teddy and nothing else. Traci's
heart skipped a beat. God, she was beautiful.
Heather kissed her and slid down and pulled her skirt
off. In seconds, the panties joined the skirt around her
ankles and then Heather buried her tongue between her
thighs. How did Heather know just what she needed! She
sighed and balanced herself with one leg on the bed and a
hand on the dresser. A week with no Heather had been pure
Hell. Actually worse than hell.
And now she was going to Heaven with a beautiful
angel taking her there. Leading her by the clit.
Heather's tongue washed over the now hard and exposed bump
and Traci gasped and then, unexpectedly, came in Heather's
face in a rush. It was the first of many for both of them
that morning in the hotel. Then Heather slept in Traci's
arms and Traci lay there listening to Sherry snore gently
in the next bed and felt Heather's hot breath on her ear.
Yes, this was Heaven. No doubt.
She began to think of things they could do at
Barbara's party. She dismissed them all as too risky.
She drifted off to sleep as well.
They all got up and dressed for dinner and then the
show at the gallery. Heather called and asked for Barbara
and in a few moments, Barbara came on the line.
"What a delight to hear your voice, my dear. I was
afraid you wouldn't call."
"I would never do that! We can come if the
invitation still holds."
"That's wonderful! I'll have the invitations sent
round tomorrow to the hotel. Now, can you tell me what
you have in mind?"
"Ummmmm, not yet. We have a few ideas, but nothing
final yet. We're too afraid of getting you in hot water.
If you know what I mean."
"Unfortunately, yes. But let me worry about that.
You let me know ahead of time what you think of and I'll
veto anything that might be too risky."
"Fine. That would be great."
"Super. Now, let me have your full names and room
number at the hotel. Also, I have arranged for escorts
for the party, as I can't have you just sitting at the
table by yourselves. Too conspicuous. I'll give you
passes for the run of the place and a small map so you can
get around. It is very large and we can't have you get
lost. Just have fun. Oh, I've arranged to come down on
Friday to see the show and your pictures. My agent says
you have real promise and I should buy them all up as a
sure thing."
Heather blushed. "Thank you. I'll send a note about
out plans and you can tell us what is OK when we get
there, OK?"
"Fine. It's all set then. I can't wait. Say hello
to Sherry and Traci for me. I'm sorry I couldn't wait to
meet Traci at the airport, but I was behind schedule and
had a whole room of people waiting for me for some stupid
meeting. Couldn't be helped I'm afraid."
"They say hello back. We can't wait to see you
again. Goodbye!"
"Goodbye! And they rang off.
"It's all set. Our invitations arrive tomorrow and
we are to be the bells of the ball. She would like us to
send a note over with out plans and she'll veto anything
that is too risky. I definitely get the feeling she wants
us to be a bit outrageous for her privately if we can pull
it off. I wish we could find a way to give her some
leverage over her husband. There she sits all frustrated
and he is off screwing around." Heather found her wrap
and they headed for the elevator. Attractively attired,
but not too sexy, they stilled turned every male head in
the lobby as they headed for the door. Once in the cap,
they all giggled.
"Dear Lady Mouton (the note read),
We have decided to come to the party and bed as many
of your husband's lovers as possible before the night is
over. We want to arrange to have secret pictures taken of
each tryst so you will have some damaging proof each of
the women is bi-sexual. That should keep the current crop
of women at bay and spread some fear among any potential
replacements.
To accomplish this, we will need for you to arrange
for a camera with very fast film and a blue light flash
(to make the person unaware pictures are being taken. We
assume you can get this and have it in the house before we
arrive, as we don't think we can get such a thing past
security, given the guests you implied would be there.
We also need access to as many bedrooms as you can
manage in a private part of the house so that the victims
can be escorted there in privacy and left to their own
affairs (Oh, I made a silly pun!) after we are done with
them.
Finally, once we arrive, we wish to take complete
charge of your sex life for the evening and can only
promise you some excitement and fun before the evening is
over, assuming much of an opportunity presents itself.
Now, if you agree to the first part, please wear
something blue above the waist as a signal. If you agree
to the second part, please wear something yellow. And if
you agree to both, wear something red.
Oh, and no masturbating before we get there! <g> A
little anticipation will go a long way.
Your potential partners in mayhem and vice,
Heather, Sherry and Traci
P.S. Please discard this somewhere very safe, for
obvious reasons!"
Heather licked the stamp and told the concierge it
had to be delivered immediately. When he saw the address,
his eyes widened just a bit and said it would go out at
once. And refused a tip. Heather thought to herself that
their stock had just gone up in his eyes.
It was one of the rare opportunities Heather had to
use the special underwear so carefully made for her that
previous summer. And she had brought along an incredibly
hot black scoop neck dress that almost failed to cover her
breasts, accented her tiny waist and flared over her hips
and tail. Her legs sprang out of the bottom like two
beacons inviting the eyes to follow their nicely sculpted
thighs right to her pussy. When she pulled the panties
on, the special fabric eased into position and gripped her
buttocks and upper belly in a nice firm, flat restraint,
like hands. As she walked around the room, she could feel
the crotch area settle firmly into place, holding her
pussy like a hot hand. Her clit tried to spring forth,
but it was pushed back down and held there, only the top
edge rubbing gently along the silk like elastic. As she
moved, tingles and sparks jumped to her belly. She had
forgotten how these damn things got her so turned on!
Then, she eased the bra into position under her
heavy, thrusting breasts and the upper edge of the cups
just covered her nipples, leaving the top half of the dark
areola exposed. Then, the web of fine spaghetti straps
settled on her outer shoulder and around the back to the
clasp.
Traci came over to pull the straps together and hook
the catch. The result was spectacular, to say the least.
Her already beautiful, long nippled tits now stood out
even further and seemed suspended as if by magic as she
moved around.
"Wow! THAT is some bra, baby!" Sherry said in
admiration. How the hell does it DO that? There isn't
anything to it. No wires, no heavy straps, nothing but a
damn wisp of clothe! And I can't get over how hot your
tits look held up and out that way. Magical levitation.
What do you think Traci?"
"I think we're going to be late if we don't hurry up
a bit. You look fantastic as always, honey. Hard to go
wrong with that shape of yours." Traci was also showing
off her own nice chest in a billowy white blouse that
would pull and move a lot under her jacket, her breasts
being unencumbered with a bra.
Heather pulled on her black dress and Sherry zipped
her up. With the very nice hairdo she got from the hotel
hairdresser that day, she was stunning. She slipped on
very high black heels reached for her wrap.
If the three of them had turned heads the previous
night on their way to the gallery, tonight the lobby came
to a stop as both men and women gawked openly. Three more
beautiful women had rarely, if ever, graced this hotel and
as they went through the revolving door to the waiting
limo, the lobby burst into a buzz of gossip. Who were
they? Where were they going? And then when Lady Mouton's
name began to be passed around, they understood.
The limo ride was almost an hour and a half out into
the country and it was just after dark when they came down
the long lane and pulled up in front of the vast house. A
country estate in the grand tradition of British landed
gentry, the beautiful home was breathtaking. The three of
them presented their invitations to the security guard,
who asked to see more identification and their passports
seemed to do just fine.
Inside, another security check and then they were
announced and started down a long receiving line. As they
were introduced along, near the end, Heather spotted
Barbara at last and her breath caught. Barbara was in a
very attractive, all red dress! Heather nudged Traci and
she Sherry and they almost started giggling again.
Heather was wet before she got to Barbara. What a
night this would be, she hoped. Barbara spotted her
coming down the line and her eyes lingered (as did
everyone in the line, at the impossibly low cut dress she
had on, and the spectacular set of breasts being exposed.
Almost naked, but not quite. How the hell was that thing
staying up? She tore her eyes away from the swollen orbs
and shook hands. She was grinning wildly. She felt so
wicked.
Heather said. "It's so nice to see you again. We
are so looking forward to this very special evening.
Thank you for inviting us." She pressed a small note into
Barbara's hand. Barbara slipped it into a very small
pocket in the side of the dress.
"It is all my pleasure. I hope you enjoy yourself
thoroughly tonight. The receiving line will break up in a
few moments and I can introduce you to your escorts and
dinner companions for the evening. Are we all clear and
have our signals straight for the evening?" The grin just
wouldn't quit.
"Heather grinned back. Couldn't be clearer. You
might want to do a bit of reading before the evening gets
too far along. Could be you need to see to a few things."
Barbara's husband was now openly ogling Heather's
chest and Barbara poked him in the ribs with her elbow.
"Stop staring at the girl's bosom and greet the rest of
our guests, Robert," she said sharply.
The line broke up and Barbara excused herself long
enough to slip into the nearby library and read Heather's
second note. It read:
"Barbara, you are now our sex slave for the evening.
You first order is to remove all your underwear. If you
have on pantyhose, remove it and replace it with stockings
and a garter. We will check you before dinner. Failure
to follow this instruction will cause you to loose your
special dessert after dinner."
Barbara took a deep breath. It was beginning. She
was so excited, she locked the library door, went to a
corner and stripped quickly, removing everything, then
pulling only her dress back over her now loose breasts,
flat tummy and long legs. They were already encased in
silk stockings and held up with garters. The cool air on
her already moist pussy made it tingle and get even
wetter. Her hand trembled as she hid the slip and bra in
a drawer.
Head held high, she could feel the erotic tug on her
nipples from the seams in the dress cups and they grew
hard and ached as she walked. She knew she had nice tits,
even if they were a bit small. But the shape was good and
there was little sag. They bounced slightly as she almost
strutted down the long hall.
The three women waited near the entrance to a large
room where cocktails were being served. Heather could
tell at a glance that the woman had done as she was
instructed. Barbara's eyes were shining with excitement
as she approached.
She reached over to a shelf and from behind a large
vase, she pulled out an envelope and gave it to Heather.
"Now, shall we go in and get introduced around? Anyone I
introduce to you as a young lady of interest' is a
mistress my husband is keeping. Don't read the material
in that envelope in here. After a bit, go to the room at
the very end of this hall and the three of you read it
together. Lock the door. Please don't lose the papers.
OK, here we go!"
She took Heather's arm and whispered in her ear as
they went in, "I'm naked underneath and so wet I can't
believe it. Can I have my dessert now?"
Heather grinned and whispered back. "Patience. You
have to wait until the time is ripe."
"I'm ripe now, I can tell you."
"That's nice. I'm horny for you too." She squeezed
back.
The room was full of over two hundred men and women
in fancy dress. No a few of the women were young and
voluptuous, but Barbara gave no sign. As they worked the
room, they finally came to a corner area and a young wasp-
wasted woman with large silicon assisted breasts was
holding forth with several other people. As she turned
around, Heather was instantly taken with her beauty and
grace. Her melon sized breasts were straining the dress
and spilling out to top in a display that was awesome in
appearance. She was a natural beauty, with her hair
lightened in blond accents.
"Now, Heather my dear, here is a young lady of
interest. Cynthia, this is Heather, a young artist now
showing in one of our finer galleries. You look
particularly attractive tonight Cynthia my dear. If
you'll excuse me for a moment." Barbara slipped away,
leaving Heather to face Cynthia, who appeared a bit pale.
"How nice to meet you. How are you associated with
Lady Mouton?"
Cynthia hesitated. "Actually, I'm an old friend
through her husband." Cynthia's eyes traced over
Heather's bosom, obviously quite natural, unlike her own,
and they widened a bit as she perceived that a bit of
areola peered over the top of the dress. She loved
breasts, and here were a set to rival her own. Her pussy
moistened. She never slept with women, but was always
buying girly magazines to look at the tits.
"You have a beautiful shape, Cynthia. You boyfriend
must really enjoy those." Cynthia tore her eyes from the
straining chest just opposite her own and stammered. "I
hope he does. Sometimes I wonder if they were worth what
they cost me."
"Well, I'd know what to do with them." Heather was
direct. Let's see what she does.
Cynthia knew Heather was hitting on her. "I bet you
get enough practice with your own." Their eyes met.
"Unfortunately, I'm not into sex with women. But you
would be quite a handful, I'm sure."
Heather didn't press. This would be easy. "Maybe
later we could talk about this some more"
"I have an engagement later. A man thing. With a
big cock for my pussy."
"There's more than one way to stuff a pussy, you
know." Heather wanted to do it right then, but Barbara
wandered back. Her timing was actually excellent, as it
were.
"Well, have we gotten to know each other a bit?
Sorry, Cynthia, but Heather is in demand on the other side
of the room."
Cynthia steered her away and whispered in her ear.
"The others are in the library waiting for you, read the
information I gave you in the envelope. Are you going
through with this?"
"Of course. See you in a bit. If you see us come in
and out, don't interrupt unless something is wrong or you
think we have to stop for some reason. Phase one will be
over before dinner." She gave Barbara a squeeze, reaching
past her arm and stroking the side of the bobbing boob
under the dress. Heather's fingers felt hot through the
fabric. Barbara gave a shiver and squeezed the hand
against her side. God, this girl could make her hot.
They parted at the door and Heather hurried to the
library. Knocking softly on the large oak door, she hear
the lock turn and Sherry peeked out. "Oh, good, it's you.
Get in here."
Heather slipped inside and tore open the envelope.
Inside was a map of the house, six passes to the private
wing, and three bedrooms marked with an "x". A symbol for
a camera was placed in the first room, with the word
"dresser" followed by a "1". "Ok, here are the rooms we
can use. Memorize the layout. The camera is in the
dresser, top drawer in the first room. Now, I've already
met Cynthia and she likes girls, although I don't think
she's ever had sex with one. This should be easy. How
about you two?"
Sherry spoke first. "Gail. Skinny, gap in her upper
teeth. Pretty in a dark way. Long dark hair piled up on
her head. Oh, big tits. Silicon probably. They look good
on her, but in a way that tells you way too big for the
body
naturally, you know what I mean? Definitely not into
women for sex. Smart. The big tits actually look good on
her. She's shy about them, from the way she dresses and
holds herself. Probably hasn't had them too long. Big
like that I mean."
"Linda." Traci followed up. "Pretty brunette, short
hair, big boobs as well. At least we know he likes big
tits! Not so sharp. Seemed a bit fuzzy when I came on to
her. Confused her. I think she doesn't know what to
think. I should think she'll enjoy it, then be totally
conflicted about it for a long time."
"OK," Heather said. "I'm first. Traci, you're on
the camera. Sherry, wait thirty minutes and then bring
Gail up. I'll be the camera operator for you. You take
Traci's pictures. Remember, don't get carried away. Watch
the clock. We have to be down for dinner. Leave the
bimbos in the room afterward to fend for themselves. Now
here are the pills." She gave each of them one. "Slip
it in their drink and it will dissolve in about five
seconds. It's pretty much tasteless. It takes five
minutes to hit them and you can tell because their eyes
will unfocus and they will start to slur their speech.
Just move in and firmly suggest going somewhere and lying
down until they feel better. They will be confused and
not thinking clearly, so don't pay any attention to what
they say from that point on. They are pretty much putty
at that point. Within fifteen minutes, they are going to
be totally under your control, but keep them on their feet
and get them to the room as fast as possible. OK, all
set? Good luck everyone."
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. 26
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