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The Adventures of Heather, Part 26A (A-C) By "RAMAPO"
They hurriedly dressed in their traveling 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 blonde 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 blonde 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 blonde 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 blonde 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 blonde 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 blonde
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 hers 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 traveling 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 Braille.
"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 traveled 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 realized 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 aureola and nipple now stood only inches from Heather's
face. Lady Moulton 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 traveled 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 blonde'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 on, 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 Sherry worked to get her skirt
up to her waist. She turned back to look at her and Sherry 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."
"Sherry, 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 defenses
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 blonde 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
misbuttoned, 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 AIRPLANE?!!! 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 molded 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 cloth 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
blonde 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! 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 aureole 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 waspwaisted 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 blonde 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 aureole 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."
Barbara 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 heard 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 defocus 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 keep 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 fine..." She slowly
looked at Heather and her eyes were 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 as 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 lose 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, she thought, 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. It's 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 to 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. "Here, 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 door 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, please."
"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 blonde 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. Jesus, 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 titsucking 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 go 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 cloth 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, fueled 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 signaled 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 mat 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 (A-C)
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