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>From racerx@cloud.net Sun Jan 05 19:41:31 1997
From: pjchris@cpcug.org (Paul Christiansen)
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Subject: NEW STORY: Heather Pt. 27A [A-H] [FF]
Date: 20 Dec 1996 22:10:18 GMT
After a long absence, Heather is back and we can only
hope her latest escapades are as satisfying to the
reader as her previous ones seem to have been. New
readers discovering Heather for the first time can find
her previous adventures archived at :[ ].
http://www.geocities.com/soho/3636
or
FTP 130.89.222.92 (Might be down over the holidays)
As always, if
you cannot reach these locations, please e-mail me for
the parts you are missing and I'll send them along. If
I have enough requests, I'll repost the entire series
to A.S.S. Discussion, as always, should be done over
in alt.sex.stories.d or via e-mail direct.
On another note, with the anon service gone, I realize
many past corrispondants who felt free to discuss
things with the author will no longer be able to do
that. Hello to all of you and I hope you are well and
happy. The discussions were always stimulating and
thought provoking, let it be said that it makes me sad.
To those who might want to contact the author, all
corrispondance is kept in strictest confidence and all
notes erased unless retained with permission as ideas
for future episodes for Heather. I have kept my old
anon nickname here, but you know how to contact me.
Now, finally, on with the story......which picks up in
England from where we left the group in Part 26. (See
how much you forgot already! ;-)
The Adventures of Heather, Pt. 27A [A-H]
By Ramapo
The morning dawned bright and sunny with a brisk
breeze from the North, a complete change from the gale
the night before. The crowd at the gallery had been
large and very interested in Heather's work. She found
herself in high demand throughout the evening and when
they finally closed up and headed back to the hotel,
she realized she was exhausted. In spite of Traci's
gentle attempts to arouse her for a late night
lovemaking session, for once her body refused to
respond and she drifted off to sleep in moments.
Traci, frustrated at not having enough time alone
with Heather over the last few weeks had found her own
needs going unsatisfied and in the darkened room,
frustrated and tired, she began to weep into her
pillow. She knew she was exhausted from the strain of
the trip and taking care of all the business
arrangements with the gallery. And then there was the
unexpected complications of Barbara and the dinner
party. And now yet another late night had taken its
toll and pushed her over the edge. She hated feeling
weepy like this and tried to push it down. The harder
she fought it, the more the tears came.
She suddenly felt a gentle hand on her shoulder.
It was Sherry, just out from the bathroom.
"Are you OK?" Sherry's pretty face looked
concerned.
Traci wiped away a tear and tried to smile. "Just
too tired I guess. I'm fine."
Sherry sat on the side of the bed and rubbed
Traci's arm. Traci knew immediately Sherry was
inviting her to her bed. Tired or not, the tension in
her belly immediately rose and she suddenly realized
just how horny she was. God, they say the men are
always ready to go. Maybe this is what it's like for
men. Hormones driving you do it. Anywhere. Anytime.
With anybody. Sherry looked so beautiful and erotic in
the dim light, her blond hair spilling down one side of
her head and over her breast and on to her waist.
But Sherry wasn't just anybody. Traci had grown
to like her more than just a little over the last few
days and found her an exciting, erotic creature to be
around. Her freshly washed hair smelled wonderful as
the aroma of her shampoo settled around them.
"You and Heather aren't getting enough time alone
with me around. Maybe I should go home tomorrow and
leave you two to...well, alone for a bit."
"No! Oh, no. I mean, please don't go. We act
like a couple of nuts around each other and maybe we're
a bit too much at times. I should be able to spend
some time without....well, without sex and not get all
weepy." She picked up a tissue from the nightstand and
dried her eyes. She noticed that Sherry's hand had not
left her arm, but continued to gently stroke it.
"I understand. Really. And, I mean, sex with
Heather is so intense." She paused. "I'm sorry, she's
your lover and I shouldn't....." Sherry stopped.
"No. It's OK. You're right. We're like animals
together. It scares me sometimes just how intense sex
with her can get. Like it's a battle or something.
The orgasms are, well, earth shaking is a cliche, but
it really does fit. Half the time I feel like the top
of my head will blow off. She's made me dizzy and
breathless so many time's I've lost count." Sherry
stopped, then resumed stroking her arm. The backs of
her fingernails were now strategically positioned so
that they were also stroking the side of Traci's
breast. Traci looked down and watched the red nails
slide along her full, heavy tit. The nipple tightened
harder and harder and ached. Sherry made her move and
cupped the hard nipple in the palm of her hand and
pressed the full flesh down and cause a wave of heat to
flow across Traci's front. Traci's now racing hormones
took control of her and her pussy tingled with
anticipation. Her need gave her a surge of energy.
"Not here," she whispered. Traci swung her legs
over the side of the bed and Sherry moved ahead of her
to the other bed, reaching down and pulling her nighty
over her head in a quick motion. She turned and faced
Traci as she approached.
Sherry reached out and slowly slipped the straps
off Traci's shoulders and the nighty dropped, held up
only by the swollen nipples on the ends of the heavy,
rippling breasts. She stroked the sides and tops to
the bulging flesh and Traci shivered.
"I wish I had big tits." She slipped the nighty
off the nipples and it fell to Traci's hips momentarily
and then on to the floor. Traci felt the sexual
tension between her legs soar. She was very wet
already with anticipation what was to come. She
realized she felt as relaxed with Sherry as with
Heather when they began to make love. Her mind was
just filling with erotic excitement to match her body's
reactions to Sherry's advances.
"Your's are beautiful." Sherry murmured as she
stroked and lifted them heavily in her hands. Traci
felt her knees go weak. Sherry was rolling the nipples
expertly and sparks shot between her legs.
"I always wanted to be big and really fill a
blouse to overflowing. Bounce and look heavy and sexy.
Have long sensitive nipples that were always hard under
a sweater. The kind men drool over and other women are
jealous of." She began to squeeze the rigid nipples
harder. Traci gave a whimper. Sherry moved closer and
slipped a hand up behind Traci's neck and pulled her
mouth onto Traci's. Her hot tongue slid inside Traci's
now open mouth and their tongues met in a slow, erotic
dance of saliva and tender bites.
Even as she kissed Traci, her mind wandered for a
second to the enormous inflated breasts of the women
they had drugged and raped at the party. Her pussy
went totally wet at the thought of getting her own huge
tits. They had felt so good in her hands and while she
sucked them. Heavy and solid. Tight. And big. Really
big. Eye popping big. Shivers were racing up and down
her spine at the mental image of such big boobs hanging
out in front of her, the weight of them pulling on her
shoulders and chest.
Sherry kept up the careful rubbing of the extended
nipple and slid a thigh between Traci's legs, cocking
it up until at last she could feel the red hot,
slippery cunt begin to slide along the top, leaving a
trail of lubrication as she worked it slowly in and
out. The clit began to fill and go stiff, poking out
from its hood just a bit. She knew Traci must be very
horny after all this time with so little sex with
Heather and she took advantage of it. Heather had told
her how physical they were all the time. Sherry was
also blessed with a very high sex drive, but she
suspected Heather and Traci's activities would leave
her behind over the long run. One thing she knew was
that Heather was completely out of her league in terms
of sex. She was often exhausted from sex with Heather,
only finding her eager for more, like it was only a
warm-up or something.
Traci was now in Sherry's control and gave herself
to her. Her horniness had raised her arousal to
extreme heights very quickly and she now leaned into
the slow fuck going on between her legs, opening her
legs wide and giving the thin thigh full and easy
access to her inflamed pussy. Her orgasm was rapidly
approaching in spite of Sherry's relaxed, slow thrusts.
"I'm going to cum, honey." Traci said with a very
shaky voice.
"Already? Go for it. We've got all night."
Sherry felt pleased at how well she was pleasuring
Traci as she moved her thigh away and slid her hand
down over Traci's flat stomach and two experienced
fingers buried themselves in Traci's now totally open
twat. The tip of one found Traci's g-spot and Traci's
pussy pulsed with fire.
"OH!" Traci cried into Sherry's ear. "Now. I'm
going.........Ahh. Ahhh. Ungh. Ahhnnmmmmm."
The gasp and shudder signalled her rapid release
as Sherry continued to pump fingers in and out.
Finally, Sherry guided Traci on to her bed and lay down
beside her, stroking her breasts with the fluid from
her own cunt, dipping her fingers over and over in
Traci's copious flow. Both these women got unusually
wet during sex. Sherry loved it.
Traci sighed. "I needed that. Ummmmmm. That's
nice." She was still floating on the sensations and
coming down very slowly.
Now a third finger joined the first two and Traci
was opened a bit wider. "Oh, god. That's good. Long
fingers. Fuck me." Her hips lifted to meet the
plunging fingers. A fourth finger joined in and Traci
gasped with pleasure.
The cone of fingers pumped steadily. Traci's hips
joined the rhythm and she began to groan. Sherry
leaned down and pulled as much of Traci's more than
ample left tit into her mouth and sucked harder and
harder. The nipple stung and gave off sparks of
electric across Traci's now brightly blushing chest.
On her knees now, next to Traci's humping figure,
Traci's legs wide open and the knees slightly raised,
Sherry cupped her fingers carefully together and slid
her hand into Traci's now stretched pussy, fisting
her.
Whatever sudden nervousness Traci might have felt
as she realized she was about to be fisted for the
first time in her life was blown away by the intense
feeling of fullness she now felt. The pressure was
exploding nerve endings deep inside her in a way she
had never experienced before. Her internal organs were
pushed out of the way and her tingling clit practically
exploded out of its now tightly stretched hood.
In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. Faster and
faster, the fist pumped her and she tried to follow the
rhythm and driffed out of control. An arm slammed down
onto the bed and still she didn't come.
InOutInOutInOutInOut.
Slick.Slick.Slick.Slick.Slick. Her wetness made
soft sucking sounds as the fist pressed further and
further up into her and now only Sherry's thinner wrist
was to be seen pumping in and out. The ball of her fist
was now buried in the honey pot. Deeper it went.
Slick.Slick.Slick.Slick.
Traci was breathless.
"On.......my......god........god.........god.....no......oh.....ahhhh.
Ohhhhh. God.....shit....oh. Oh.
OH!" Her orgasm stunned her. Literally stunned her.
Her vagina clamped down on the trusting arm but
couldn't stop it. Her head was pressed down so hard
into the mattress that her back lifted clear of the
bed, her body lifting has her trembling legs dug in at
the heels and her pussy thrust out at Sherry's
wonderful and overwhelming assault on her hole.
Slick.Slick.Slick.Slick.Slick. Sherry's arm
was disappearing to an incredible depth. Fisting was
one thing Sherry loved and loved to do. Especially to
fisting virgins. They went crazy once they relaxed and
let it happen.
Then, finally, she slowed the tempo and Traci,
still twitching and trembling, lowered to the bed.
Sherry left her fist and arm deep inside Traci. Left
it there until Traci realized just how deep she was
inside her. Could feel the new pressure and sensations
so deep inside. Traci moaned.
"My god, girl. Are you still in me? She raised
her head and could see over half of Sherry's forearm
was inside. "Oh, wow! Unbelievable!" Never in a
million years would she have believed she could absorb
that much. She fell back, trembling.
Sherry began a very slow retreat. Traci
shuddered. Her hips twitched over and over as the
outraged nerves cried out from the sudden absence of
pressure. And then the balled fist reached the
stretched opening and Sherry let it stretch the lips of
the vagina till they were tight as a drum and Traci's
clit stood straight up out of its hood. She leaned
over and began to lick the
tender bud and Traci whimpered.
"No. No. Too Sensitive. Damn you. Stop. Stop!
Oh. Shit." It hurt a bit at first as the
oversensitive clit sent fire up her loins. Then, hot
fire replaced the pain and she felt her belly grow
tense yet again. In only seconds she was racing to a
third orgasm. The over-stretched entrance between her
legs was shooting sparks to join in the fury of the
wave of heat spreading up her body, across her chest.
Her body was sweating heavily and her body was
glistening in the dim light of the room. And then she
stopped breathing and came in a wild shudder that left
her trembling violently on the bed. A fist buried in
her twat, her clit clenched between two sparkling white
teeth and red lips, stretched out to its full length.
In her mind she could see what Sherry was doing to her.
Darkness appeared at the edge of her still
exploding mind, and finally, slowly, it closed in on
the fire and overwhelmed it. Still trembling, total
relaxation washed over her and she slept.
Sherry removed her fist very, very carefully and
licked off her hand. The woman was delicious. Somehow
she had known that Traci needed someone to make very
violent love to her and leave her exhausted so she'd
sleep. At least, Sherry was sure SHE wanted to
violently make love to somebody.
It had left her horny as hell, but soon she
slipped a finger between her legs and began to stroke
the inflamed lips of her own pussy. She glanced over
at Heather, still snoring lightly and decided she
wouldn't wake her up. Another finger disappeared
inside, then a third and she bent her head back and
closed her eyes. The first orgasm left her horny for
many more.
One thing she knew well was how to do was give
pleasure to herself and for the next hour, she worked
her body out until it was too exhausted to continue.
As she fingered herself to orgasm after orgasm, she
dreamed of oversized inflated breasts hanging from her
frame, their out thrust weight and hard nipples turning
heads as she walked. Of mouths hot on her nipples and
hands holding the bulging flesh. Of the felling of a
snug lace bra fighting to control the bounce as she
walked. It was such a turn on she rolled from orgasm
to orgasm in a steady pattern for a long time. She
finally tossed a pillow and some blankets on the sofa
in the room and slept. It would have been too hard to
explain Traci in her bed and their gentle Heather was
now raising the roof with her snores. She drifted off
to sleep wondering at her new/old fantasy. How much
would it cost? How long does it take? Does it hurt?
Finally, her hands mentally fondling her enlarged
globes, she slept.
The ringing phone finally roused Heather, who
chatted for a few minutes with Barbara and then rung
off. Heather headed for the bathroom and when she
returned, she surveyed the two women, still out cold.
She was glad Traci was finally getting some rest. She
had been so bitchy the last two days. And even knowing
it was just because Traci was tired didn't make it any
easier to be around her. Sherry was on her side, a
hand between her legs, sleeping as well.
Heather slipped on some jeans and a top, pulled
her long, thick dark hair up into a quick bun and went
down and got a paper and a couple of rolls, some coffee
and returned to the room with full hands. The sound of
a flushing toilet as she walked in told her someone was
up.
It was Sherry, appearing out of the bathroom as
she spread the paper on the floor.
"Ummm! Can I have one?" She scarfed up a donut
before Heather could reply and wolfed it down.
"Hey! Call room service!" Sherry made a grab at
the other donut, but Heather held her off and they both
laughed.
"OK! OK!" She called room service and ordered a
complete breakfast.
"Me, too." It was Traci mumbling from bed.
"What?"
"Me, too. Breakfast. Whatever you're having."
"Make that two of everything and a big pot of
coffee. Room 617. Thanks."
Sherry hung up. "Twenty minutes."
Traci swung her long legs over the edge of the bed
a bit gingerly. Sherry guessed she was sore from the
night's activities. "You OK?"
"Nothing that a good massage later won't fix." She
gave her a wry grin.
"Pulled muscle?" Heather ventured.
"Something like that. An unusual workout,
anyway." Traci stood up carefully and walked slowly to
the bathroom.
"Wonder what she did to herself?" Heather mused.
"Well, she'll kill me if I tell you."
"OK, that does it. Now you HAVE to tell me."
"You'll be real mad at me too."
"Out with it. What's going on?" Heather realized
all of a sudden it was a sex thing.
Sherry hesitated, then said softly. "I fisted her
last night."
"What? You did? She let you? Well, I'll be
damned! I've asked her a dozen times if she wanted me
to do it to her and she was always too scared to try
it. How did you get her to agree?"
"Actually, we didn't discuss it. I just did it."
Sherry waited for the reaction. She didn't get it. At
least, no the one she expected.
"Well, I should have just done it to her, I guess.
I'm too damn polite. Did she like it?"
Sherry relaxed. Heather was amazing. She didn't
feel threatened at all. "Yes. Had a very nice bed
thumping orgasm and passed out. Well, fell asleep.
Slept till this morning. Just now, in fact."
"I won't tell her you told me. Don't worry.
Amazing. Damn. I knew I should have just done it. I
was so tempted."
"Heather? I got into a really big fantasy last
night and I can't get it out of my head, it seems."
"Really? Like what?"
"Big tits. I want big, heavy, breasts. Like you
and Traci. Maybe bigger." Sherry looked sheepish as
she blurted it out.
"Like the women we screwed at the dinner?"
"Yeah. Stupid, right. I mean. I'm healthy and
have a nice enough pair now, but still, since I was
twelve, I sometimes wanted to be a lot bigger and for
some reason, the three we did the other night showed me
what they would be like. I am SO turned on by this all
of a sudden, you can't believe it."
Heather grinned. She had to admit Sherry would
look really totally great with big jugs. "Well, it's
expensive, to be done right. You'd look great. If
that's what you really want. But you better be sure,
cause going back to your natural self might be hard to
do and you could have other problems. You've read the
papers about all the back and forth on it."
"You don't think it's idiotic?"
"Well, no. But get all the facts and consider
everything. If you do it, I'll be right there with you
the whole time."
"You would do that for me?"
"Of course. And I get first pass at you when
you're ready for some action."
"You are too much. Of course you get first pass.
Speaking of which, I am so damn horny right now....."
She moved over nearer Heather.
"I'd love to do you, babe, but we have got to get
moving. Barbara called and we are invited to tea. We
have just time to pack for tomorrow's departure, select
things for the party with the stew tonight and get out
to Barbara's."
Sherry looked disappointed. She'd have to wait
till tonight. Damn.
The bathroom door opened and Traci joined them.
"Hey, guess what?! Sherry wants big tits like
us.! She's all hot for them!" Sherry tossed a pillow
at her playfully.
"I am not!"
"Hell you're not. Look, your crotch is soaked!"
Sherry blushed a bright red. They weren't going to
make it easy if she went ahead with this.
Traci grinned, but was serious. "Really big ones?
Like the silicon honey's at the party? Now those were
some really impressive tits on those women. Even I
thought they were erotic babes. Well, check it out and
let us know. We'll be right there for you."
Sherry started to cry.
"What's the matter?" They both immediately held
her and hugged her.
"That's exactly what Heather just said. You two
are so special. I love you."
"I love you too." Heather and Traci said it
together. They looked at each other in surprise. They
were a threesome! A love triangle. Damn, how was this
supposed to work?
They rushed around the room getting ready and
packing. They were on their way down to the lobby by
themselves in the elevator when Heather casually said.
"So, what's this about our blonde friend here fisting
you to oblivion last night on her first try?"
Traci was immediately blusing bright red. Sherry
began to heat up.
"You said......!"
"Calm down, both of you. You were the right
person to open up that door for her, so to speak, and I
wasn't for some reason. Enjoy it?" The last was to
Traci.
"Yes. It was incredibly intense."
"I told you."
"I'm sore as hell too."
"You'll get over it by tonight. And next time you
can let her put part of her arm in." The elevator
doors opened.
Traci glanced over at Sherry, who grinned and
almost broke out giggling. "We'll see." Traci said as
they stepped into the waiting limo Barbara had sent.
Unnoticed by them, most of the lobby staff had
discretely positioned themselves by the door to see
these three stunning women as they left the hobby. The
limo pulled away.
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From: pjchris@cpcug.org (Paul Christiansen)
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Subject: NEW STORY: Heather Pt.27B [A-H] [FF]
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The Adventures of Heather, Part 27B [A-H]
The estate was as beautiful as ever and in the sun
looked spectacular. The limo went to a side door and
Barbara met them all with a big hug and kiss. Soon
they were settled in a very large, long room on
comfortable chairs and a maid brought in tea and lots
of things to snack on. Barbara looked wonderful, her
trim figure snug in a pair to tight slacks and knit top
tucked into the waistband. Her small pointed breasts
were almost totally moulded in full view by the fabric.
"Nice sweater Barb. Trolling for the help?"
Barbara looked down and smiled. "Just for you
girls. Honest. Too risky being caught looking like
this in the papers. I'd never live it down. I'm glad
you like it." She had already turned a couple of heads
of the staff this morning, but she had pretended not to
notice.
"Don't blame us if you end up with some teeth marks
and saliva stains all over those delicious nipples
before we leave."
"Ummmm. Sounds serious! Maybe I'm gone too far!"
They all laughed and sipped on their tea.
"Damn. Where is Elizabeth?" Barbara looked over
her shoulder down the long room toward the doors at the
end.
"Elizabeth?"
"My personal secretary. Well, we are the dearest
friends as well. I've invited her to go tonight, if
she wants. I hope you don't mind a fifth. I've shared
a bit of our adventure from the other night with her
and I don't think she approves a bit. She's very
overprotective of me, I'm afraid. And a bit stand-offish with
strangers. I do believe she thinks I've
gone over the edge for sure."
Traci looked over at Heather.
"Barbara, speaking of nice tits. We were just
having a conversation on that very subject on our way
down here."
"Oh, really. Anybody's in particular?" She
glanced at Heather's pair.
"Yes, actually, Sherry here is seriously
considering major enhancement surgery."
"You want really big ones? Like the bimbos from
the party? The kind my husband seems to be obsessed
with?"
Sherry nodded. And blushed!
Barbara didn't poke fun, continuing, "Well, if
those women weren't screwing my husband, I could be
more objective, I'm afraid. But I do have to admit
that they all have fantastic shapes. It's frightfully
expensive, you know. I mean, to have them done that
big and have it come out right."
"It is? I was afraid of that. How much?" Sherry
looked crestfallen.
"Ummmm. I can get Elizabeth to pull the bills.
Many thousands. Stirling. Can you believe I have to
pay the bills for him? At first I didn't know what it
was for. God, I can be so stupid sometimes!"
The doors at the end of the room opened and closed
quietly, a tall woman began striding toward them.
Heather watched her. Tall. Mid-twenties. Platinum,
no, dark silver blonde hair, straight in a long pony
tail poking out through the band at the back of a plain
baseball hat, a pair of dark glasses perched on the
hat. The long hair had one carefully applied curl at
its very end that bounced at middle ass level as she
walked. A few strategic strands were left to curl down
each side of her pretty face, also enhanced with large
silver hoop earrings. Noble features, fine cut, full
lips. A beautiful face. Nice ears. Narrow and short
waist. A dark sleeveless blouse draped carefully over
a full chest of widely separated breasts, swinging
slightly from side to side and dipping gently as she
walked, revealing the absence of a bra and the proud
lack of the need for one at the same time.
But it was the hips and legs that caught Heather's
breath. This woman had almost impossibly long,
perfectly tapered legs that seemed to end deep in a
taught ass that was perfectly defined in a pair of skin
tight blue jeans. And the legs ended in narrow ankles
and small feet that were neatly encased in toeless
black high heels with blood red nails.
Heather felt herself tremble and go completely wet
between her legs. It was only with a difficult effort
that she was able to raise her eyes to look into this
woman's face. Blue eyes. Electric blue eyes. Toeless
high heels. Heather felt her mind go to mush and her
hormone level soar. Her eyes locked on the swinging
feet getting nearer and nearer.
Elizabeth arrived at the table, unaware of the
smashing effect she was having on Heather.
"There you are! I'm so glad you joined us. Here,
sit by me." Barbara fussed over Elizabeth after a
brief glance. Then, she did a classic double-take and
her mouth dropped open. It was quite some time before
she managed to stammer out, "Well, look at you! My,
what a transformation!" Her eyes swept over Elizabeth's
form several times and their wide open amazement was
written all over her face. Clearly, Elizabeth was
causing quite a sensation with her employer. Almost as
though Barbara had never really looked at her before,
as a woman, as a sex object of stunning attractiveness.
Traci looked over at Heather. Heather's face was
flushed and she was clearly aroused, if she knew
Heather at all. She looked over at Elizabeth and saw
the open toed shoes. And smiled. Poor Heather was
going to have a rough afternoon with this sexy woman
hanging around.
She knew Heather was almost unable to control her
urges when she wore open toed shoes around her, so she
was careful to take them off before she met Heather.
Unless they were playing sex games. That was
different.
"Elizabeth, this is Sherry, Heather and Traci.
Elizabeth." Barbara was still staring unabashedly at
Elizabeth. She waved generally in the direction of her
guests.
They nodded at each other. Barbara went on. "I've
already told them you don't quite approve of their
antics the other night."
Elizabeth looked like a woman scorned. Traci
glanced at Heather again. She noticed it too. "Well,
at the risk of putting everyone off tea, I must say
that I was shocked to hear of such things going on in
the house. Regardless of everyones' motives. Rampant
lesbianism. Exhibitionism. Forced rape. I shan't be
shocked to hear from their solicitors any day now. It
could mean scandal."
"Hajime Sorayama!" Sherry exclaimed.
They were all a bit mystified. "What?"
"She looks just like one of Sorayama's models.
Better, in fact, if that's possible."
Heather explained. "Sorayama's a Japanese erotic
artist. Fantastic talent. The women in his paintings
are almost too erotic to look at sometimes. I know the
painting she is referring to. It's a three quarter
view from the rear. The model is a platinum blonde,
the hair is a bit shorter, below the shoulders to mid-back. She is
topless and is twisting around at the
waist with a hot look on her face. She's gorgeous, of
course. But it's the legs that hit you. She has a
fantastic ass and the longest legs, accented with shiny
leather or vinyl tight pants and black stiletto heels.
Sherry's right. You could have been the model."
Elizabeth looked surprised. "I guess I should say
thanks for the compliment. I...."
"Elizabeth, get off your high horse for a minute
and just enjoy the company."
Elizabeth turned on her with pain in her voice.
"Barbara, you could be ruined if this gets out. I'm
just trying to think of you."
"I know. But sometimes I can take care of myself.
It's all going to be fine. You'll see."
Barbara patted her arm gently.
"Are all three of you really lesbians?" Elizabeth
actually looked surprised at her own sudden question.
They nodded.
"But you're all so gorgeous!"
They all started laughing.
Sherry responded. "Oh, don't worry, there's all
different kinds. I guess we're fems and happen to be
attracted to fems. Not too common, but here we are
somehow."
"Are you going to be doing anything outrageous
again with Barbara tonight? I'm not sure I approve of
her experimenting like this. I'm sorry, I'm sure you
are all very nice people, it's just..."
"Elizabeth." Barbara warned her.
"We would love for you to join us." Traci said.
Elizabeth hesitated. Clearly she was interested.
And afraid. "I'm not sure. What do you have in mind?"
"More correctly, what does this stewardess and her
friends have in mind? I guess we should discuss this.
Her name is Lynn. She and four of her friends want to
meet us for dinner to get to know us. Then, back to
her place for some after dinner activities. She
promised total anonymity, and that nobody would do
anything crazy. No drugs. No pictures. Everything
consenting. If anybody is unhappy, they can leave, no
questions asked and no one will argue with you."
"Consent to what?" Elizabeth asked.
Barbara hesitated. "Well, group sex for one. And
there was a mention of bondage." It was very quiet in
the room. This was serious new ground for all of them.
When do we have to tell them if we're coming or
not?" Heather asked.
"In about an hour. She already gave me directions
to the restaurant. After dinner, they'll blindfold us
in the car and take us to a hotel. Or something along
those lines. I think some planning was till underway.
They want protection as well, you see. Apparently all
of them are in the public eye in some way. She said we
may know a few of them on sight."
"So, we won't know where we are when we're done?
How will we get home?"
"Cab to where we have the limo waiting."
"I have to get back to work." Elizabeth finally
said, putting down her cup and standing. "I don't think
we should do this. It's too risky." She left the room.
Sherry got up after a moment and followed her,
twenty paces back.
Barbara said, "Well, there goes our fifth. Are
the rest of you in?"
They looked at each other and nodded. "Sherry
too, I'm sure. We should check when she comes back."
Heather added. "I've never done any bondage stuff."
"Well, we'll experience it together, then. I'm not
sure my temperament is right for that sort of thing,
but I guess we'll find out!" They grinned nervously.
Sherry saw the bouncing pony tail disappear into
the door of a room off the hall ahead and followed
Elizabeth into the room. It was a completely modern,
well lit office with a series of offices branching off
down a hall. Elizabeth was surprised to see her
there.
"Oh, do you need something?" She took the
opportunity to look the blond American over closely.
In spite of her instinct to reject these women for
their brash behaviour, she found herself a bit drawn to
all of them. The blond in particular. Sherry was her
name. The long hair was gorgeous.
"Actually, I was wondering if your computer has
access to the Internet."
"Yes, it does. Can I get something for you?"
"Well, I thought I'd show you the painting I was
referring to a while ago. Sorayama's."
"You can do that?"
"If you have a web browser."
"I'm sure it must. The man who put it in was able
to show me some things a few weeks ago, but I haven't
had time to play with it to find out how to work it."
"Would you mind?"
"Not at all." Elizabeth moved aside and Sherry
slid into the soft chair. In seconds, she located the
Internet apps, connected and began a quick search for a
web page with Sorayama's material. The search engine
was overloaded as usual and seconds passed as she
waited for a response.
As she waited, she said casually. "When are you
going to tell her you love her?"
Elizabeth looked like her knees would buckle and
she almost dropped the daily diary she had picked up
from the desk. She struggled to regain her composure..
"What? I don't believe....."
"Barbara. When are you going to tell her how you
feel?" She glanced over at Barbara to help make her
point and then clicked on a site on the search list.
The machine started to pull in indexes of pictures.
Elizabeth sat down and stared. "How did you
know?"
"You two fight like an old married couple. I
think she loves you too, but is only beginning to
discover her feelings about women, and maybe you at the
same time. You really stopped her in her tracks in
that outfit."
"How can you possibly know that after only meeting
me, or seeing us together for fifteen minutes?"
"Instinct. Traci and Heather noticed it too."
The painting began to draw itself on the screen as the
page loaded. Sherry moved aside so Elizabeth could see
the screen.
Elizabeth stared at the gorgeous model in the
painting. "Now that is one seriously erotic woman.
Jesus!"
"Well, like I said, that's you, honey. You could
be the model. Only you are even hotter."
Elizabeth glowed at the compliment. She had taken
a big chance today, dressing up to show off her height,
hair and figure so aggressively. Knowing they were all
lesbians made her take the chance. It was so hard to
hide her SO and her looks all the time. The men on the
estate were after her constantly and she was careful to
not offend while all the time all she could see was
Barbara. Wonderful straight Barbara. So out of reach.
It was hopeless, she knew, but she just couldn't bring
herself to leave. And then, Barbara came home from the
flight early in the week so excited and playful, full
of news about these two outrageously sexy women having
sex on the plane, and including her (scandelous she
knew, something she could never tell anyone else), and
coming to the dinner and actually drugging and raping
all these consorts of Barbara's husband, including
taking pictures. Elizabeth was shocked at this sudden
behaviour change in Barbara, but still made copies of
the pictures and had been masturbating while looking at
them all week. The week had turned Elizabeth's world
upside down.
Was it possible that she and Barbara really could
be a couple? Her heart had leapt at the possibility.
And now these women wanted to go meet other women and
play sex games. Just women. With Barbara there.
Barbara would have to know who Elizabeth was, and what
she was, if she went. When those women began to touch
her, she knew her true feelings would come out about
her SO. She was so horny all the time anyway around
Barbara. She'd never be able to play the role of a
straight out experimenting.
She stared at the painting. "Can I make a copy?"
she said finally.
"Sure. Got a color printer? Great. There, it's
printing. It's a lot of color, so it'll take a few
minutes. So, you sexy thing, are you going to tell
her?"
"I'm scared shitless to say anything. I could lose
everything. You may not be aware of what is at stake
here. For her, for me. You three have gone off here
like some A-bomb.
Barbara's willing to do anything you three suggest. I
hardly know where I stand or what to do. My world is
turned upside down." She sagged into a chair.
"You could lose her if you don't, you know."
"I know it."
"Listen, I'm not sure what the usual situation is
between you two on a day to day basis, but I mean it.
You really made a huge impression on her in there. She
looked absolutely amazed and couldn't get her eyes off
you."
"Really? I was too scared to look at her to see
if she noticed the outfit."
"You should have had a camera to take pictures."
Suddenly, some other women from the back office
came in and noticed them, then went on out into the
hall.
"We can't talk about this in here. Too many ears.
I was so nervous I forgot they were back there. I
don't know where my head is today."
"On top of that gorgeous long neck, that's where."
Sherry said softly as she stood up and moved over to
Elizabeth, reached out and put her hand very gently on
her arm. An open invitation. Elizabeth made no move
to immediately remove it.
"We absolutely can't be fooling around, Sherry.
God knows I could use a good roll in the hay, but I
can't. Really."
Sherry moved as close as she dared. "Surely your
trained staff can spare you for a few minutes."
"Perhaps. But, first, as attractive as your offer
is, a few minutes is certainly not going to satisfy
months of built up need. A couple of days would be
more like it. And I have enough on my mind with the
events of the day without a quicky to really get my
juices going." Elizabeth began to run out of excuses.
She knew if Sherry pressed, she'd invite her upstairs
to her bedroom.
Sherry pressed. "Let's get to know each other a
bit better before tonight. You're making me wet, you
sexy bitch. All I can think of is your long legs
around my waist."
"Please. It's not fair. You have me at a
disadvantage. You know I'm vulnerable..."
Sherry signed off the service and saw the modem
disconnect. She grabbed Elizabeth's arm and began to
move her toward the hall.
"Really....."
"Hush. It's settled. Now, directions to the
bedroom and be quick about it."
Elizabeth turned left and moments later, through a
hidden door they started up a back staircase to the
living quarters upstairs. She led Sherry up the narrow
steps and as they came out at the top through another
hidden door, they found themselves in a broad open hall
with beautiful, rich decorations of all kinds. Five
doors down on the left, Elizabeth produced a key and
let them inside.
The apartment was also beautifully furnished in a
middle eastern decor of thick rugs and wall hangings,
pillows on the floor, silk tapestries, fine furniture.
It was sensuous and Sherry felt she had just walked
into some secret lovers nest. The total effect was
seriously erotic.
"Wow, this is fantastic! She must pay you
plenty." She moved her hands over some of the silk
scarves hanging from a screen near a wall. She turned.
Elizabeth was a few steps away.
"I never let anyone in here but the maid. Even
Barbara's only been here once, when I first moved
in....What you must think of me. I'm not like this..it
must be you crazy Americans.."
"What I think is that you are beautiful and
desirable and hot and I want to take you right here on
these cushions."
"Not here." Elizabeth reached out and took
Sherry's hand and led her back to her bedroom. Warm,
more pillows and wall hangings. In the center was a
fourposter bed, covered with a rich satin sheet in dark
burgundy , with matching pillows. Lots of them.
She turned and Sherry came close. She unsnapped
Elizabeth's hat and removed it, then, slowly began to
unbutton Elizabeth's blouse. Elizabeth began to do the
same for Sherry. Their blouses fell open and warm
hands covered breasts still held in their bra cups.
Elizabeth closed her eyes and Sherry felt her shudder.
"It's been a while, huh?" She moved close and
hugged her tight.
"Forever, it seems."
"I love to feast on horny women." Sherry was
sucking on her ear and neck. Elizabeth drifted down
into Sherry's control as her bra fell to the floor and
her large dark brown areola disappeared under the palm
of Sherry's right hand, the long red nails contrasting
nicely with the snow white skin.
Elizabeth's head was back, her long ponytail
hanging below her tail, emphasizing her taut buttocks
still in the tight blue denim. "You're the first, you
know." She sighed and gave a whimper as a hot mouth
closed over a now very wrinkled nipple. Sparks raced
to her belly. Sucking on her tits was magic for her.
Sherry lifted her head and licked the other tit
all over. Elizabeth was trembling from the long absent
stimulation. "You're kidding. I'm your first woman?"
"No, silly. The first to have me here in the
house."
"Then we have a great responsibility to do it
right, don't we?"
Elizabeth giggled. "Yes, I suppose we DO!"
Sherry had slid her flat hand down the front of the
very tight jeans and a finger slid across Elizabeth's
hard button.
"Get undressed. I want to have you for a
delicious dessert."
"I like to be dessert. Let me feed you." She
stepped back and unsnapped her jeans.
Sherry pushed her back on the bed and pulled them
off. There were no panties. And the pussy, glistening
with anticipation, was shaved bare. It was purple and
fully open with arousal. She lowered her head and
Elizabeth raised her long legs straight up in the air
and then let them fall outwards. Her cry of pleasure
filled the room as Sherry's tongue ran up her inner
thigh and plunged into the waiting honey pot.
It was over forty-five minutes before Elizabeth
began to come down in Sherry's arms, her pent up need
blunted for the moment by Sherry's eager and very
physical love making. She turned and looked into
Sherry's eyes.
"That was nice." And they cuddled together for a
few last minutes before they fled back downstairs,
appearing in the hallway at separate times. Just
before they parted, Sherry pulled her back and, holding
her hand tightly to make her point, said, "Come with us
tonight. Take a chance."
"I'll think about it. Really, I will. It's an
incredible risk you are asking us both to take."
"OK. I know that. We all do. I'll count on seeing
you later. Promise?"
"We'll see." They kissed for a moment and
Elizabeth hurried off. She glanced back just before
turning into her office and blew Sherry a kiss.
Somehow Sherry knew she'd see her that evening. She
hurried back down the hall toward the room she left
almost an hour ago, and realized she was lost. Room by
room, she began to hunt for her companions.
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The Adventures of Heather, Part 27C [A-H]
by Ramapo
"Where is she off to?" Barbara asked as Sherry
disappeared out of the room, her blond hair swaying
back and forth over her back, narrow waist and sculpted
ass.
"Let's just say she's not the type to let the grass
grow under her feet."
"I'm sorry," Barbara said. "You've quite lost me
there."
Nothing. Probably just needed a bathroom and
went to ask Elizabeth where it was."
"Oh." Barbara stared at the now closed door in
silence. Finally, she turned back to the two women.
"Sorry, that was rude of me. But, Elizabeth quite took
my breath away today. Usually, she is very prim and
proper. Conservative dresser. But today......she
really was quite stunning, don't you agree?"
"Absolutely. Sorayama is no fool. Tell, me
Barbara," Traci started in cautiously, "just what is
your relationship with Elizabeth, socially?" She tried
to just make it a casual inquiry.
"She's been with me for six years, right out of
University. She interned with us for a season before
that and I personally asked for her to come back full
time. She's my personal secretary and of course, we
travel a lot together and I have to admit I'd be lost
without her. She's my very dearest friend. I have no
secrets from that woman." She paused, her cup half way
to her lips. "Are you suggesting..."
"I wasn't suggesting anything."
"Like hell you weren't." She sat silent for a long
time. "She's in love with me, isn't she?"
"It looks like that might be the case." Traci
looked over at Heather.
Heather sat silent. Now here's a development, she
thought to herself.
"I'm a damn fool." Barbara sighed. "It's been
right under my nose all this time. Of course. I must
be an idiot."
"The question is, how do you feel about her?"
"That's the million dollar question, isn't it? And
even more important, am I a lesbian as well? Now, I
never dreamed tea would be quite this earthshaking, I
can assure you." They all laughed lightly, a bit
nervously.
"Would you like to talk about it?" Traci probed.
"I gather I really must. What am I to do? My
closest friend in the world wants me for a lover and
here I sit with no real idea of how I feel about that.
Or whether I can respond. And I'm immediately afraid
she'll leave me if I find I can't reciprocate."
They sat for a bit.
"I must say I'm terribly flattered. I've never
pictured myself as being attractive to another woman.
Not in that way. Hell, sexually. I need to focus."
Traci ventured, "Does it make you feel
embarrassed, or afraid, or ...."
"No. I suddenly find myself wondering what she's
like in bed." And giggled. "Those are a pretty
serious pair of legs on that girl."
"No doubt about that. Well, there is always the
possibility that she'll change her mind and come with
us tonight."
"If I know my Elizabeth, there isn't a chance. But
I just found out something about her that I never would
have guessed on my own. Do you think? What will I do
if she comes?"
"I think you two need to go have a quiet dinner
somewhere and talk this over and decide what to do.
And that's not likely to happen if our friend has
anything of a group nature planned for us." Traci set
her cup down. Where the hell was Sherry, anyway? She
thought to herself.
Heather was thinking at the same time. If I know
Sherry, she's already in bed with the delectable
Elizabeth, using the woman's frustrations and
vulnerability to her favour. And Elizabeth loving
every minute of it. She felt jealous of Sherry's
wandering attentions and realized just how horny she
was getting from not having regular sex with Traci.
She looked over at Traci and winked.
It was always a signal to tell her in public she
was hot and needed to fuck. Traci blushed!
"Maybe I better have some time to myself and think
this over a bit before I approach Elizabeth. My, god,
how do I even begin?"
Traci suggested, "Perhaps by telling her how you
feel. Best friend in the world. Would do nothing to
jeopardize your friendship, but you are exploring your
feelings about women as partners and your feelings may
be deeper than just friendship. You don't know how it
will turn out. That she needs to be patient with you.
Rome wasn't built in a day."
"Good speech. Can I borrow it? She's already
waited six years. How patient can I expect her to be?"
"That's for her to decide, in the end. Now, where
is our Sherry? We must be getting back to our rooms to
get ready. We have to leave in about an hour to get
back to the city and meet our new friends."
As if on cue, Sherry walked in the end of the room
and they met her halfway to the door. "OK, lady, where
have you been?" Heather was grinning.
Sherry never blinked an eye. "Went to the
bathroom and bumped into Elizabeth and we got to
talking and then I gave her an Internet lesson. Before
I knew it, an hour was past. Sorry. It was rude to
just walk out like that."
Heather didn't buy it for a second. She could
still see the twinkle in Sherry's eyes that signalled
to her the woman had had an orgasm just recently. She
took Sherry's arm and pinched her hard. She whispered
in her ear, "What a crock. The truth from you back in
the room."
Sherry smiled.
"Is tea over? I'm still hungry."
"Afraid you missed your chance before dinner.
Speaking of which, I'll have the maid show you the
rooms for changing and I'll meet you in the front of
the house as we planned."
Barbara headed off and a maid, materializing from
nowhere, lead them in the opposite direction.
"You missed the biggest surprise of the day, my
dear. Barbara just figured out that Elizabeth is in
love with her."
Sherry stopped dead in her tracks, her mouth open.
"No shit! I don't believe it!"
"What?"
"Elizabeth just figured out she needs to share her
feelings with Barbara and give any chance of a
relationship actually happening a leg up. She is one
frustrated lady, I can tell you!"
"Oh? Really? And are you saying she's still
frustrated after her Internet lesson'?" Heather's voice
dripped with sarcasm.
"Well, let's say she might just be able to hold out
a bit longer for Barbara." She giggled.
"I KNEW you were off doing her! I just knew it!"
Heather laughed. Where did the woman get the energy
she thought. "Where did you do the dirty deed?"
"Her apartment upstairs. You should see it. It
is one erotic oasis, I can tell you that. You feel
like the room is making love to you when you walk in
there."
"I have enough women doing me now without the
furniture joining in!" Heather replied.
Traci swung her arm around Heather's waist. "Let's
take a shower together." She suggested as they walked
on.
Heather's arm went around Traci and their hips
swung together and they walked in silence for a moment.
Then Sherry's arm went around Heather and Heather
around her and they headed up the stairs as a group.
When the maid looked back, she seemed startled at the
sight, but said nothing. She let them into the room
and as she turned to go, Sherry said, "You're Denise,
right? The upstairs maid in this wing?"
"Yes, that's right?"
"Were you here for the party the other night?"
"Yes, we were all on duty."
"So, you saw a bit of what went on?" Heather and
Traci stopped at the entrance of the bathroom door and
turned to listen.
"Yes, a bit of it." The maid blushed. "More than
a bit, actually, if you must know."
"How much?" Sherry moved slowly toward her,
smiling.
"I.....I saw you and the brunette.."
"Heather."
"I saw you and Heather escort several of the
ladies from the hall in a state of confusion and bring
them into these rooms."
"And then?"
"And then, I believe you all had sex. Really, it's
none of my business and your secret is safe with me, I
can assure you."
Sherry moved a bit closer, still smiling.
"And how did you feel about women having sex?"
The maid was blushing, but made no move to leave.
Sherry took the room key from the maid's hand and
tossed in on the floor. "I. I've never done it myself,
but...."
"Would you like to have sex with us?"
The question took the girl off guard and she
hesitated as Sherry moved so close their lips were only
an inch apart. Their breasts touched. Sherry leaned
in and kissed the girl very gently on the lips.
Heather and Traci watched the seduction, their breath
tight from the anticipation of the girl's cries of
pleasure as Sherry took her. Sherry was a masterful
lover and they both knew the girl was about to get
thoroughly laid.
The maid said softly. "I....... Please. I've
never...."
"There's always a first time. And you got lucky
today, Denise, cause I just love a virgin."
Sherry ran her hand up the back of the girl's neck
and they kissed again a long time. Kissing was a
religion with Sherry and she made sure you were a
convert before she was finished with you. She once
told Heather she was sure there was a G-spot on the
inside of a woman's mouth and if you rubbed it hard
enough with a wet tongue, you could make a woman come.
Heather thought it was a joke until one night not long
before, Sherry had greeted her at the door with a non-stop thirty minute
kiss that literally curled her toes
and when Sherry merely touched her between the legs
through all her clothes, she had a very strong orgasm.
Sherry's right hand came up and cupped Denise's
large breast through her uniform and began to use her
other hand on the buttons on the back. Denise broke
the kiss. Her face was flushed and she was very, very
aroused.
She slipped off the apron straps, pulled the tie
in the back and the apron fell to the floor.
Sherry got the uniform unbuttoned to the waist and
pulled the front of it away and down from the
shoulders. Denise had on an industrial strength bra,
clearly needed as the enormity of her breasts became
visible. They were oversize, enormous mounds of
perfect roundness supported by the under wires. Sherry
worked the huge clasp at the back and stood back to
watch the mounds fall as they must. They hung down and
swayed. Sherry became so excited she began to rub her
pussy through her slacks and immediately experienced a
thrilling orgasm. She kept rubbing and leaned down and
began to suck on the thick nipples, burying her face in
the melons of flesh. All the time, pushing Denise
toward the bed.
At the edge of the bed, she pushed Denise onto her
back and pulled her uniform off, followed quickly by
her pantyhose. Denise was lubricating heavily from
excitement. It might be her first time with a woman,
but she hadn't had sex in a long time and any
reservations or nervousness she felt simply melted away
as she opened herself up to this sexy blond. Sherry
licked her way up to the open slit and plunged in.
Denise squealed and giggled and lifted a leg over
Sherry's shoulder. She continued to giggle as her
excitement grew and Sherry quickly sought out her clit.
Sherry guided one hand up and seized the flowing
loose flesh of Denise's left breast, then reached up
and grabbed the other one and began to kneed them,
shivering with excitement as the heavy flesh filled her
hands and pushed back at her fingers. Her red nails
were hot flashes on the snow white skin, deep purple
nipples and areolas. She trapped the hard flesh
between two nails and squeezed. Denise groaned at the
wave of heat that flowed over her.
Denise's giggles became moans of wild excitement
and she began to pant. "Oh, yes! Oh! Oh! Yes! Oh.
Oh. OH. Oh, YES!" She became more and more vocal.
"AhhhhhHHHHHHHH!" Her legs lifted straight up then
spread and flexed in short jerks. The first orgasm
tightened her belly and her breasts burned. Sherry was
only warming up. She plunged her tongue deeply into
Denise's pussy and licked the pulsing walls rapidly.
Alternating with quick flicks on Denise's thick clit,
she brought her rapidly to a second and then a third
orgasm. Her own hand was flying on her own clit and
she matched Denise orgasm for orgasm.
But one hand never left the objects of her raging
desire as she twisted and tore at the loose flesh.
Denise had never had much feeling in her swollen
mounds, but tonight they were on fire and burned with
an inner heat from the savage abuse. Her nipples would
surely burst they were so hard. Sherry pulled one
straight out against the weight of the oversized tit
and the heavy flesh fought back with the nipple in the
middle.
"Ayyyyyyyyyyeeeee!" Denise sang out. A hot
tongue scraping on her clit brought her off once more,
this time, releasing her so high and hard that her
breathing stopped and her mind exploded in fireworks.
Sherry crawled up on the bed and began to suck the
nipples and chew on them with her sharp teeth. They
stayed very hard and wrinkled. Her hands fought to
surround the flesh of just one breast and lift its
weight up and off Denise's chest. She only partially
succeeded. This was a real breast, not a silicon
implant, and it sagged out of her hands. She pressed
harder and harder. Denise gasped and cried out.
Suddenly, Sherry felt a hand on her shoulder.
"You're hurting her. Go easy." Through the sexual fog
that filled her mind, Heather's voice came through.
"Let her go. Sherry. Sherry!" more insistently.
Sherry became more aware of her situation and lowered
the breast.
She pulled up and Denise was staring at her with
frightened eyes. "Sorry. I got carried away. Are you
OK?"
Denise stared up at her. "No one's ever. I mean.
I've never let anyone do that. Play with them. They're
so big. Not pretty, like yours."
"They're beautiful." Sherry ran her nails lightly
over both breasts, kneeling beside the still very
flushed woman. She couldn't get her eyes off these
oversized mounds. She shivered.
"Can we. Can I?" Denise started.
"What?" Sherry leaned forward and kissed her
again.
"Be with you. I want to try it. Like you did."
Sherry understood. She stood off the bed and
stripped of her slacks and panties. Quickly mounting
the bed, she swung one leg over Denise and lowered her
pussy to her mouth as she looked down past her own much
smaller breasts and into Denise's eyes. She knew it
was a control thing, but one thing she liked more than
anything else when she was with a woman was to watch
her eat her. With one hand behind her head to pull her
tight into her pussy and one hand behind her rubbing a
nipple. Control. Power. Her excitement soared. A
virgin at pussy eating was about to lose her flower.
Denise took a tentative taste. Another shiver ran
up Sherry's spine.
"Eat me, you horny bitch!" Sherry's voice was soft
but very firm.
She slid her fingers behind Denise's head and
Denise slid her tongue into Sherry much deeper. Sherry
sighed. And lifted Denise firmly against her now
completely open slit. Denise discovered the woman
tasted wonderful and began to probe and lick eagerly.
Sherry's hard
clit poked up from its hood and Denise found it with
the tip of her tongue as Sherry squealed. Sherry's
swollen lips completely covered the now eagerly sucking
mouth.
It was Denise's turn now and she came at the clit
with a fierce roughness that hurt and drove Sherry
higher and higher in a rapidly alternating series of
pain/pleasure waves. And then, Denise closed her teeth
gently on the hard bud and Sherry came so hard she
trust down and began to shake the bed like a vibrator.
Denise was intensely excited again and her painful
nipple was shooting sparks as Sherry dragged on it
while she came.
And to Denise's amazement, she came again. A
flood of heat and tension released from her loins and
she joined Sherry in pleasure. Even in the fog of
orgasm, she licked and sucked the still hard clit and
Sherry rolled into another intense orgasm. It was
minutes before the two of them slowed down.
Sherry fell forward and rolled off Denise and lay
on her side, spent. Denise was in a daze. She had
never experienced anything so intense. She knew sex
was supposed to be fun, but never in her wildest dreams
had she imagined this.
Heather still stood in the bathroom door with
Traci. Finally, she realized they had been standing
there for over fifteen minutes and knew they would have
to really hurry.
Traci's face was flushed. Heather knew she needed
sex, but there wasn't time. Even for a quicky. "OK,
bad decision. Now we're both horny and no time to do
anything about it. Give me sixty seconds for a quick
rinse and then you jump in. Give Sherry a shake and
get Denise out of here. Wow. I've never seen Sherry
so hot."
"Mmmmmmmm" was all Traci said. God, did she need
to get laid. Behind her, the shower started.
Sherry finally wandered into the crowded bathroom.
Heather was brushing out her damp hair and Sherry
grabbed a towel and snapped Heather's cute ass with it.
"Hey! Ouch!" It snapped again.
"I'm coming out! Make room." The door to the
shower tentatively opened and Traci peered out.
Heather was just chasing Sherry back into the bedroom
and a towel snapping contest was in full blast. Traci
grabbed a towel and seized the change to get dry and
get some underwear on before they returned.
Heather and Sherry were giggling and the snaps
were getting painful. Finally, they collapsed on the
bed. Sherry ran her hand quickly up over Heather's
very firm jutting breast. It felt wonderful.
"We don't have time for that. It feels great
through." She leaned down and kissed Sherry. "I would
have thought Denise would have been enough for you for
the moment, you sex maniac." She nuzzled Sherry's ear.
"Look who's talking." Her hand tightened over the
hard mound and the already extended nipple shot sparks.
Heather moaned in Sherry's ear and ran her tongue
inside. Sherry moaned back and the hand slid down and
found Heather's long, extended clit. She began to pull
it in very tiny jerks in a way that she knew would
drive Heather nuts. She was very surprised that
Heather pushed her hand away.
"Did I hurt you?"
"No. WE JUST DON'T HAVE TIME!" She stopped and
sighed. God that felt good. Her belly was on fire and
even after just drying off, she was slick between her
legs again. "I'm a mess now. You know how I lubricate
when you get me hot. Damn."
"Don't dry off. Please. Let me smell you all
night."
"If you promise to stop trying to fuck me before
dinner."
"Promise."
"OK, but if someone complains, I'm cutting you off
until we get home."
"Have you every known anyone to complain about how
you smell?"
Sherry had a point. Well, good thing she loved
knowing her own love juices were dried on her pussy
lips and thighs. It drove Traci crazy to smell her but
not be able to have her.
"Hey, before we get dressed...." Heather ran her
hand down into the sparse hair above Sherry's cunt and
slipped a finger in without warning. Sherry's hips
bucked at the sudden invasion.
Her voice was suddenly shaky. "Hey, no fair. If
I can't have you....." Another finger joined the first
and then a third. Her already swollen tissues gripped
the fingers and spasmed.
"I was wondering. What got you so damn hot, all
of a sudden? I thought you were going to have the
police up here she was yelling so loud." Her hand
worked faster and faster. Sherry's mind was almost
totally focused on her pussy as her orgasm approached.
Unseen behind them, Traci came out, bra and
panties on, a towel wrapped around her hair. She wore
the bra just for Heather. It let her beasts jiggle
just the way she knew drove Heather completely crazy to
watch. It was her way of getting even for no action.
Let her suffer, she was thinking. She stopped short at
the sight of them on the bed, Heather's fingers slick
with Sherry, sliding up and down inside the purple
slit.
Sherry struggled to answer. "I.....her
tits.....oh, god.....tits just.....shit, oh, oh,
yes.... tits
were so sexy...... oh, I'm going.......all I could
think about was having big, huge tits.....Oh, Heather,
I'm.....com.....ing........OH!.....OH! AH!
Yeeeeeee! Ah! Ah!" Heather continued to stroke.
Sherry was always good for several rolling orgasms and
she didn't disappoint.
Sherry's eyes were closed and she gave a grunt and
rolled into a second, more intense orgasm. "Ungh!
Ungh! Ungh." Explosive snorts of air shot from her as
her belly flattened with the tension of the waves
rolling up from her pussy
"For god's sake, can't you two get dressed and stop
fucking around?" Traci asked, pulling her slacks back
on. Tonight was to be informal. As the tight crotch
seam pulled up onto her clit and aroused lips, she gave
a groan of her own. Just who was suffering here, she
thought as she resisted the temptation to stoke herself
and get some relief. Save it. And we are so damn
late!
"Hey, come on! Clothes. Do Sherry's hair in the
car. Move it." Heather and Sherry looked sheepish as
they bounced off the bed and began to pull on clothes.
"She started it!"
"Did not!"
"Did so!"
"I don't care. Purses? Right, out and kill the
lights. If we forgot anything, they'll have to get
them to us.
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Subject: NEW STORY: Heather Pt.27F [A-H] [FF]
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The Adventures of Heather, Pt. 27F [A-H]
By Ramapo
Traci followed Terry upstairs to her flat and
Terry disappeared into the kitchen to fetch some wine.
Traci wandered about the place a bit and her eye caught
on an open gym bag that appeared full of leather and
other things. Some metal. She realized suddenly that
it was bondage gear. Terry was a little more wild than
she realized.
Terry came back and saw her looking down into the
bag. She placed the wine and glasses on the table and
began to pour.
"Sometimes I enjoy that stuff."
"Bondage? I don't know much about it. I guess I'm
not attracted to it."
"Oh," Terry glanced over, trying to stay cool and
relaxed, "I never dreamed I was interested either,
until someone at a party put some things on me just to
show me how they worked and all. I got really turned
on and realized I liked it. So, I've experimented a
bit." She handed a glass to Traci. She glanced down
at Traci's chest. She liked the way Traci's boobs
jiggled in waves when she walked. Tight perfect waves.
Traci took a mouthful of wine and set the glass
down on a shelf and pulled a long bar out of the bag.
It had loops at the end.
"Spreader bar. You can adjust its length with the
release in the center. Loops at the end go around the
ankles. The metal loop in the center is for other
things to be tied to." Terry made it sound matter of
fact. She glanced over at Traci, who was studying the
bar. She put her hands in the loops. The were coated
with soft velvet. Strong, but soft.
"Bondage can be used to immobilize, cause pain,
cause fear, cause excitement. The person who is bound
is in the total control of the person with them. It
requires a lot of trust. A lot of trust."
Traci put the bar down and pulled a harness out of
the bag. It was many loops of very soft leather, with
studs. She turned it around and around and couldn't
figure it out.
"Here, I'll show you." Terry took it and set it
down. She unbuttoned her blouse and stripped it off.
Her bra was very skimpy and her full breasts overflowed
the top, barely covering her nipples. She saw Traci's
admiring glance. She turned and unhooked the bra and
tossed in on the sofa. She studied the loops and
turned it around and slipped her arms thru two loops
and up over her shoulders. The loops settled above and
below her breasts, and more were around her waist in a
web and down to her waist, like a cut out merri-widow.
She turned and said, "Pull the tabs through the loops
and pull each one as tight as you can. Really tight."
There were five straps with matching metal loops
on the other side and Traci pulled each one as tight as
she dared.
"No, tighter. Don't worry about hurting me. I
don't bruise easily and it works best if it's as tight
as you can make it."
Traci hesitated, but pulled each strap until the
leather cut deep into the woman's skin.
"Good. There. What do you think?" Terry turned
and her eyes were smoky with excitement. The effect on
her front was amazing. The leather loops around her
breasts were now tight against her chest cage and her
boobs were squeezed into an amazingly small circle. In
spite of their size, they stood out like large cannon
shells of taught skin. The nipples were erect. Terry
could barely breath and her face was flushed.
"Wow! That must hurt!"
"No. Honest. Can't you see how excited it get's
me? My nipples are on fire. Touch the skin on my
titties. Can you feel how tight they are? Like when
we were just getting big and they ached all night from
growing faster than the skin would stretch."
Tracy ran her fingers over the drum tight skin.
It was hard to even put a dent in them. It was a while
before Traci said. "Here, I'll release you."
Terry looked disappointed but turned and said
nothing. The straps loosened and her breasts sagged a
bit and she slipped out of the harness. She turned,
but left her top off. Traci said nothing and took
another swallow of wine.
Next Traci picked up something that looked like a
ball.
"Ball gag. There's lots of different sizes in the
bag. They're all clean. Here, I'll put this one in
your mouth." Traci opened up and Terry squeezed the
ball in to a smaller size and pushed it past Traci's
teeth. Traci was surprised to feel it expand and fill
her mouth comfortably, but completely.
"Try to talk."
Traci said a few words and nothing came out. She
couldn't move her tongue, now trapped against the floor
of her mouth. She could moan deep in her throat and
make some muted sounds back there, but speaking or
yelling was out of the question. It was impressive.
Traci reached between her teeth and got a good
hunk of the ball between her thumb and index finger and
pulled it out.
"You really can't make much noise, can you?"
"Nope. A church mouse. Really helps if you're
into the pain stuff or somebody's a complainer."
"A complainer?"
"Oh, it's the humiliation they like and the more
they complain, the more they get punished and
humiliated. Some people are just born whiners and it's
hard to be working with them, so you shut them up a
bit."
The bag was full of other stuff. Hoods. Dildoes,
both anal and vaginal, some of unusual shapes, all
designed to be attached to other things. At the bottom
was a pair of beautiful patten leather stiletto heel
boots that came up to mid thigh when she held them up
to herself. Black. Very shiny. Metal loops stuck out
of the back of the heels and the in side of each heel.
"I just got them. Cost me a pretty packet, too.
Special order. Hey, your shoe size looks right or a
bit smaller. Try them on."
Traci took another shot of wine. She was feeling
it now. Dinner plus a glass here. Or was it two? She
couldn't remember. She slipped off her shoes and pants
and placed the pants over the back of the chair. The
boots took some doing, but she stood up and walked over
to the very large floor to ceiling mirror in the
bedroom just off the living room. She realized there
were mirrors all over the room. She liked it.
The boots looked fantastic. She had great legs
and very long thighs (Heather loved to shave her) and
tonight they never looked better.
She heard a whistle behind her. She turned and
Terry was grinning and handed her another full glass of
wine. "Now, I should look so good in them. Very, very
sexy!"
"Hard to walk in though, with the loops." She
sipped wine and looked in the mirror, turning and
admiring herself.
"Care for the rest of the outfit?" Terry was
casual, almost teasing. She was holding her breath.
Traci kept turning. "Sure, why not." She put the
glass down and began to unbutton her blouse. She was
just releasing her gorgeous tits from their satin
encasements when Terry returned with the halter and the
bag. She was dripping with excitement.
"Umm, we should have gotten the panties off before
the boots went on. Oh, well, you can't have
everything."
"They should go." Traci was a little unsteady on
her feet. She pushed the panties down and fought the
leg holes up and over the tops of the leather and then
pushed them down hard. It was a struggle for the first
six inches, then her thighs narrowed and they went
down. Terry leaned down and pushed them over the metal
loops and Traci stepped out of them. Terry looked up
and was at the level of Traci's very plush black bush.
The faint aroma of Traci's pussy reached her and her
excitement grew.
"God, Traci, what great tits. I've been watching
them all night. Mesmerizing, that's what they are."
"That's what Heather says all the time. She can't
keep her eyes off them. And I like it that way."
Terry moved behind Traci and reached past her and
held the harness out. She moved in close and her own
breasts flattened out on Traci's warm back. The heat
from her swollen flesh spread into Traci and Traci
instinctively moved back and into the warmth.
She held her hand up and into the holes that Terry
indicated. As the harness settled back, the bulging
flesh of her tits began to squeeze into the small
openings, but flattened back and progress was stopped
"No problem." Terry reached around, using the
mirror to let her see, and began to squeeze the flesh
through the holes from the side, pushing more and move
of it through. Traci's tits now stood straight out and
bulged in a way she'd never seen. And they were tight,
just like Terry told there they would be.
"Hurt?"
"No, pleasantly tingly, just like you said."
"OK, breath out and hold it."
Traci obeyed and in a flash, Terry tightened all
five straps and Traci felt her ribs compress as the
leather encased her in a very tight embrace. Her tits
now felt like they would explode, the skin was so
tight. She grunted.
"Breath."
Traci found she could barely draw any breath.
Shallow breathing at best.
"Awfully tight. Can't breath much."
"Perfect." Terry handed her some wine. And Traci
swallowed the rest. Very lightheaded, she staggered to
the bed and sat.
Terry joined her there, bringing the bag. "Now,
let me show you some other nice benefits." She ran her
fingernails over the stretched skin on the tits and
nipples. They burned and ached. The fire increased.
Terry trapped each nipple in her nails and squeezed the
rock hard flesh. An intense spark shot down her front.
Traci gasped and groaned. One of Terry's hands
kept busy on a breast and the other disappeared below
the edge of the bed. Traci was away of activity near
her feet, but paid no attention to it. The feelings in
her breasts had her very aroused.
"Stand."
With Terry's help, she was on her feet and very
wobbly.
Elbows back honey. She did it without thinking
and a bar slid along her back and past her arms. She
could no longer move her arms.
She started to protest and Terry popped the ball
gag into her mouth before she saw it coming. She was
beginning to panic and couldn't breath. Her tits were
on fire and her pussy not far behind, and fear was
trying to drive the cobwebs from her mind.
Terry spun her around and pushed her onto the bed
face down on her hard boobs. The exploded in a wave of
pain that settled back into more fire. She suddenly
felt the unexpected spreader bar between her feet,
attached at the metal inside boot loops, just as Terry
unlatched in and extended it another foot and locked it
again.
She felt tugging at her back and the her feet were
jerked around and her feet were suddenly pulled up
backwards and the bar trapping her arms was pulled down
a bit. She only had the tiniest bit of mobility of her
arms and then Terry took that away as she slipped
leather straps around her arms just above the elbows
and pulled her elbows together behind her back.
Another strap went around her waist and wrist clamps
were attached to rings on the waist belt. There was no
pain, but her tits were exploding with ache. She
groaned.
Terry rolled her onto her side and slowly off the
bed. The floor had a soft gym mat she hadn't noticed
and she was eased onto her knees She sat back on her
heels and Terry instantly tightened the strap from the
bar to her heels.
"Comfy?" Terry was so excited as she stripped
naked.
Traci stared. She was excited and afraid. This
girl had her totally in her control. It was so fast.
Terry kneeled in front of her. "Now, I said you
have to completely trust your partner. I'm not crazy
and I have no intention of hurting you. I find this
intensely exciting, to tie other people up. Then
masturbate in front of them. It's my thing. Now, I
know you are afraid at this point, but I can tell you
are also very excited. I'm going to wait a few minutes
and ask you if you want to be released. If you nod
your head up and down as yes, I'll let you go
immediately.
If you agree to stay tied up, I promise you a really,
really good time..
She ran her hands over the turgid tits and
squeezed them hard. They burned and Traci's pussy
burned in spite of her fear. Terry licked then and
left them to dry as she went to get more wine for
herself. She never knew if the person would demand to
be release and head for the police, or play along. But
she always played fair and always let them go if they
asked. She drank her wine and pulled some smaller
things out of another bag. Always be prepared for
success.
After five minutes, she re-entered the bedroom.
"Traci," she said softly, "would you like to be
released."
It was crazy. Traci didn't know this person. But
in the five minutes since Terry left, just thinking
about all the degrading things that could happen to her
got her so excited she couldn't believe it. There was
a pause. She should flee. Find Heather and run for
it.
She shook her head no.
Terry hugged her. "I'm going to take the gag out
now. No yelling, OK, it goes back in till we're done."
The gag came out. Traci still couldn't breath. She
was lightheaded.
More licking of her tits. Cold. Fire. Cold
fire. She was going to faint from excitement.
Something moved between her legs and Sherry smiled
as she inserted a long dildo up Traci's pussy.. She
was slick and it went right in, held by the narrow end
and a ring suddenly fitted over her hard clit. It
stung and she felt full. It was in very deep.
"Hurt?"
"No. God, I'm so hot."
"We are just getting you started, honey."
"I'm lightheaded. Too tight."
"Nope, just right. It's part of the effect."
"Now, these are going to hurt. A lot. Don't yell,
OK?" The warning was only seconds in front of the
action.
The nipple clamps hurt like hell and tears sprung
from Traci's eyes. She groaned. The pain increased
and became an insistent fire, spreading over her front.
Terry now hooked a wire to each nipple clamp and
pulled the breasts down by the clamps. As tight as
they were, they gave very little and it hurt a lot.
"Owwww!"
"Shush!"
Move movement between her legs. A dildo went up
her ass. Equally deep. She groaned. She loved anal
sex, but this was being lost in the pain and pleasure
pouring into her brain.
"Please." She had to breath.
Terry sat back from her and spread her legs. Her
sex was glistening and totally open with excitement as
she spread her legs almost complete opposite each
other. She picked up a dildo and Traci saw it was
attached to a box on the floor between them. Other
wires led up to her front, but she couldn't see over
her protruding chest. Her head spun. The more excited
she became, the less she could breath.
Terry began to stroke the lips of her pussy with
the end of the dildo. It was covered with bumps and
spikes and she groaned as it touched nerves and poked
at her clit and tender inner lips.
She continued this for some minutes, then stopped and
attached a small ring to her clit and rings to her own
tight nipples. More wires to the box.
More stroking. Then, the studded and obscene head
of the dildo eased past the inner lips and disappeared.
A wave of contraction rippled across Terry's belly and
tightened around the end of the dildo. The dildos
inside Traci jumped in response and a tingling shock
shot through her nipples.
Traci groaned loudly.
"This is the part where you get to watch me
masturbate. I hope you enjoy it as much as I am.
Ummmm.." More ripples. Traci squirmed. Her arousal
soared. And she got even more lightheaded. She was
floating. Pain and pleasure mingled and she danced
among them.
Terry was groaning as well. Her own rings were
being stimulated as well and she approached her first
orgasm. Her rings were stimulated far more strongly
than Traci's, allowing her to orgasm readily while
bringing Traci to orgasm far more slowly. Just as
Terry liked it. She would masturbate like this for
hours if her partner lasted.
Traci lasted. And lasted and lasted. Exhausted
from the trip, the wine, the meal and this sudden
encounter, she floated along for hours and Terry worked
up to orgasm after orgasm. Each caused Traci's dildo's
to jump and jerk about and her breasts to burn more and
more intensely, but she only approached orgasm slowly.
Her frustration was enormous and tears flowed down her
cheeks as she whimpered and moaned.
And then, for the first time ever, Terry knew she
herself was exhausted from the unexpectedly long
session. She changed a setting on the box between them
and the sensations increased in intensity, rising,
driving her higher and higher, and then, perfectly
timed with Terry's last orgasm, Traci fell off the edge
of the cliff and groaned and squeaked as she shook with
release.
Her breath was even more choked and her
lightheadedness turned into a flash of light and she
fainted.
It was several minutes later that she awoke in
Terry's arms. The vest was released but still around
her. The spreader bar and bar behind her back was
gone, as well as the rest of the restraints. Terry was
stroking her. It was some time before Traci could
focus.
"Are you OK, honey?" Terry had never had someone
go out for so long.
"I think so." Traci sounded shaky.
"Look, get on the bed and lay down a while. I'll
make us some coffee. Here, lets get the rest of this
off, the boots too." It was a struggle with the boots,
as always, but then Traci was naked and Terry pulled a
sheet and blanket over her.
In spite of her exhaustion, Traci felt somehow a
glow, a soothing warm relaxation from the intense
sexual experience.
Terry came back with a tray and a steaming pot.
"Here, drink a little. Listen, I went too far
tonight. Got carried away a bit, what with you lasting
so long and all. Are you sure you're OK?" She really
sounded concerned and scared.
"I'll be fine. It was a bit intense. And very
scary. I mean, it was so fast. I wasn't expecting you
to do that. And for me to be so helpless so fast."
"Yes, that's part of the plan to build fear and
enhance the sexual aspects."
"It's really assault, you know. Not telling me
first." Traci wasn't at all sure she trusted Terry.
Some of the residual fear was now turning to anger.
"I know. Really, I do. I guessed you'd enjoy and
not complain. Sometimes, I pick the wrong people to do
this to and I get in trouble."
"I'll bet you do. Is it worth the risk?"
"I've tried it the other way, you know, totally
voluntary, and so on. It's not the same. I think I'm
addicted to the high from the fear and all. It's
probably sick." Terry looked down.
"You have a point there Terry. You should see
someone. The voluntary part is fine for those who are
interested, but this way...." She trailed off. And
started to find her clothes and dress.
"Did you." Terry's voice was low. "Did you enjoy
it? At all?"
"Yes. Yes I did. It was very scary and very new
and your little box of tricks had me just crazy with
lust. When the orgasm came, it was very, very
intense." She tucked in her blouse and then sat next
to Terry on the bed. "But you really can't just assault
people this way. You could end up in jail."
"I know. I know. I don't seem to be able to help
myself."
"Well, go talk to someone about it. Now, let's go
find the rest of them at Donna's. Oh, my gosh, look at
the time!" They were both astonished at how the hours
had fled. They were out of the flat and walking
swiftly through the night. Traci took Terry's arm.
Terry felt relieved and wondered if they were the
last ones to head for the orgy. God, she didn't think
she had another orgasm in her.
>From racerx@cloud.net Sun Jan 05 19:45:01 1997
From: pjchris@cpcug.org (pjchris@cpcug.org)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: NEW STORY: Heather Pt.27G [A-H] [FF]
Date: 20 Dec 1996 22:25:05 GMT
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The Adventures of Heather, Part 27G [A-H]
by Ramapo
Hilda led Sherry back to her bedroom. Sherry
would have followed her anywhere at this point, knowing
she was only seconds away from being able to handle and
suck the biggest tits she had ever seen.
At the bed, Hilda turned to face her and removed
her blouse. Somehow, Sherry had expected an
overweight, fleshy figure all over, but other than the
two masses of encased flesh cantilevered from the high
up on Hilda's ribcage, Hilda had a very nice figure,
with a flat stomach and not overly full hips. Nice
straight thighs and calves to small feet.
"You expected me to be fat, right honey?"
"No, I.....well, yes, I guess I did. I'm sorry."
"It's OK. Everyone does. God just gave me more
hormones than anyone else and didn't turn them off when
he should have. Here, help me with the bra." She
guided Sherry around to her back. The bra was
obviously custom made, with at least a dozen very
strong hooks at the middle of her back. It looked like
the material was some sort of industrial strength
spandex or something.
"Start at the bottom."
Sherry did as she was instructed, wondering how
the woman ever got dressed in the morning. Finally the
last of them were undone and Hilda turned around again.
"Now, take off the cups for me and let me show you
your surprise."
Even as hopelessly excited as Sherry was at this
point, she was a bit nervous. She ran her hands under
the bra straps from the side and eased the enormous
cups down and off. The flesh sagged as the support was
removed. The areolas were dark brown and were, well,
proportionately big. Very big. Bigger than the palm
of her hand, anyway. The nipple was a thick brown
nodule that stood up more than a little. Slowly, her
hands ran over the flesh and she felt a wave of heat
between her legs from arousal. She knew her underwear
must be soaked and getting wetter by the second.
Her fingers reached the areolas and nipples and
gently stroked their wrinkled surface. She was
surprised when her fingers got wet and the dark skin
glistened with wet.
She pulled her hands away and looked up at Hilda,
who had a big grin and eyes half closed, a purring look
of contentment on her face.
"Are you surprised dear?" It was a whisper.
"What? I don't understand?" Sherry asked.
"I'm lactating. Come, have a drink."
Sherry felt confused and not a little bit
repulsed. Lactating? Milk? The woman was giving
milk!
But it made no real difference in the end.
Sherry's addiction was too strong and Hilda gently
guided her head down again to the thick nipple and
placed it between her lips. A hot tongue rasped over
the nipple and then Hilda gasped and groaned words of
encouragement. Sherry started to suck hard, by reflex
it seemed. The very thought of drinking the milk of
another woman felt wicked and excited her. She sucked
again, her cheeks hollowing. Now she knew why the
breasts were so turgid, they were plump with milk!
Hilda's milk let down in a rush and a steady flow
poured from the nipple, with Sherry pulling and gently
chewing on the nipple with her lips, now swallowing
fast to keep up. Soon, she moved to the other breast
and it too filled her mouth with warm nectar. Back and
forth until the fluid almost totally ceased.
Hilda slid her right hand palm up down Sherry's
flat stomach and inside her scant panties. There was
no hesitation as the fingers flowed through the neatly
cropped hair and then into the now puffy and waiting
pussy. Sherry groaned and humped the fingers as two of
them disappeared inside, a deep penetration, filling
her and pressing down hard on her clit. The fingers
thrashed around and pumped in and out and Sherry's
body, lost in the lust of breast gratification, rushed
toward an orgasm. Sherry crashed over the top into
oblivion before she had any sense of the frantic rush
and release. It knocked the wind out of her and she
gasped and grunted several times, milk spilling from
her lips, running down the engorged flesh onto the
Hilda's belly. She began to lick to get it all back.
The fingers continued to pump and again Sherry
lost control as her mind filled with stars and
lightning bolts slammed into her belly. One thing
Sherry knew how to do was to totally relax and let her
body go when an orgasm approached and tonight, she was
floating in a mist of lust from the rapid fire
releases.
It was many minutes before she began to slow down
and ease away from the mounds of flesh, now exhausted.
Hilda's breasts now spread out over her upper
belly, the soft bags no longer so tense and strained.
Even so, their enormity made it impossible for Hilda to
look down and see Sherry's face as Sherry lay her head
on Hilda's stomach to rest.
"Did you like that?" Hilda purred.
"Oh, yes. It was so wicked. I never expected
that. Never. I can't believe we did this." Sherry
sighed.
"Would you like to do it again before you go?"
"So soon, I thought...." Sherry lifted her head
to look over the mounds.
"Well, we have to give them a bit of a chance to
recover, deary, but in an hour or so, I think I can
accommodate you."
Sherry sat up.
Hilda knew all the questions that were in Sherry's
mind, and as they passed the time, Hilda filled Sherry
in on how her breasts had begun to develop early and
just never stopped until recently. And how she had
become a wet nurse for a sick child at the nearby
hospital and discovered the erotic sensation of giving
milk. And finding out that several of her girlfriends
were excited about it as well. Getting the Dr. to give
her some hormone shots to keep the milk coming over the
months since the child got well was easy.
"Hilda, what's it like to be so, well, huge?"
"Well, aside from an occasional chance to meet
someone like you, it's not much fun. I'd get them
reduced, but just don't have the money." For the first
time, Hilda sounded depressed or down.
Sherry sat in silence, then looked down on her own
perfectly formed B cup breasts, that never needed a bra
except to cover up her small very sensitive pebble
sized nipples. Clothes fit her right off the rack and
she knew she looked good in them. No, she looked great
in them. She looked back over at Hilda as she moved
around the room, back from getting a big drink of
water. The enormous, industrial strength bra hung over
a chair back. The cups were vast.
Hilda came back, rubbing her breasts on the side,
lifting they up a bit.
"I'm getting hard again dear. Like a bit more
before we head for the party?"
In spite of her slowly clearing head, she leaned
forward and began again to lick slowly, finally drawing
a nipple inside her hot mouth and the flood began
again. Smaller this time, to be sure, but a flood none
the less. She was still surprised that she liked the
way it tasted and emptied both breasts rather quickly.
Then, she pushed Hilda onto her back and began to
eat her. Hilda groaned and thrashed, linking one leg
over Sherry's shoulders, pulling her in even tighter.
Sherry didn't disappoint her.
The hours passed.
Hilda gave a yelp. "The time! The party! We've
got to get a move on!"
They rushed to get dressed and were out in the
street in minutes. Sherry had made up her mind.
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Subject: NEW STORY: Heather Pt.27H [A-H] [FF]
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The Adventures of Heather, Part 27H [A-H]
by Ramapo
"Where the hell are you taking me?" Heather
giggled nervously as they hustled through the dim isles
of the British Museum.
They had taken a cab to the back door from the
restaurant and had come in using Shannon's security
badge in the back door's mag stripe reader.
"Can't we look around a bit?" Shannon had a hand
firmly in her back and kept Heather moving smartly
along.
"No time. Sorry. Here, through this door. Watch
the steps. Go down two levels." There, a long hallway
opened before them with doors opening off it every few
yards. It smelled just a bit musty. Finally, Shannon
stopped and pulled a key from her purse and opened the
door. Inside, it was a smallish office absolutely
stuffed with cabinets and a small desk. The overhead
light and light on the desk managed to light the place
reasonably well.
"Wow, not much space." Heather commented. On the
top of one of the cabinets, Heather found herself
looking into the ancient gaze of Queen Hapshetsut
herself. The bust looked new. She reached out her
hand to touch the face.
"Ummm, please don't. It's the original. We have
to wear plastic gloves when we handle them, to keep the
oil and acid from our skin off the paint and stone.
Sorry."
"She was very beautiful."
"Yes, like you." Shannon replied.
Heather blushed. "OK, OK, when are you going to
tell me what's going on?"
Shannon had opened the door to the adjoining room
and pulled her inside. She was surprised to find a
nice carpet under her feet and blue drapes hanging from
the walls.
"We're going to dress you up just like the Queen.
Strip off." Shannon began to unbutton Heather's blouse.
"What? Here? Now?" Heather stepped back from
Shannon's eager hands, her blouse gapping open. Her
deep cleavage and upthrust breasts were pushing the
fabric open.
"Sure. I've wanted to do this since I first came
here, but you can't do it alone. But, I have keys to
all the stuff we need and you are perfect. Well, these
titties (her hands brushed over the firm flesh) are
bigger than we think she was, but, height, hair,
colouring, perfect. Come on, we'll take some pictures
to remember it." Her hands resumed their work.
Heather stepped back again. It sounded like fun.
She was grinning. "On one condition."
"What?" Shannon looked up.
"You strip off as well." Heather had a big grin
on her face.
"I can't. I promised my lover I wouldn't fool
around and this Summer I've managed to get this far,
but I'm not sure I can keep that promise with you
around. I'm very attracted to you. In case you hadn't
noticed."
"Tough. If you want me to prance around like the
Queen for you, we get naked together." Heather didn't
want to foul up Shannon's love life, but now that she
had laid on her demand, she didn't want to back off.
Reluctantly, Shannon gave in. "OK. But don't get
fresh." She eyed Heather. It was hopeless. She knew
she'd end up on the floor with this very likeable, sexy
American and already she felt the tension in her chest
and belly as her arousal climbed.
Heather stripped down and then peeled off her bra
and panties and faced Shannon. Shannon's eyes were
taking in Heather's abundant form. It was warm in the
room, but Shannon's gaze had Heather very hot and her
nipples were growing in length.
"Gosh." Was all Shannon could get out. She bit
her lower lip.
"Now you." Heather's voice was soft.
Shannon's body was pale and her skin so fine and
delicate it was almost translucent. The network of
fragile blue veins in her breasts was very visible,
leading to pink areolas and small nipples, standing out
just a bit and obviously very hard. There wasn't a
visible blemish on her whole body.
Heather stepped close and without warning, took
Shannon's right breast in her hand and held it. Then
she kissed her. It was a long kiss. It left Shannon
trembling.
"You promised not to get fresh." She whispered in
Heather's ear as their bodies flowed into each other.
The hot, firm flesh of Heather's right breast pressing
against her breastbone felt wonderful and she relaxed
against it.
"No I didn't. Are you really complaining?"
"No. Oh, this is nice." Shannon's right hand
travelled up from Heather's waist and began to explore
Heather's other breast. Now it was Heather's turn to
shiver a bit.
"Ummmmmm. I like that."
"So beautiful." Shannon half moaned in Heather's
ear.
They stood there together for a few moments and
Shannon slowly pulled back.
"I really do want some pictures. Can we wait a
bit. Don't be mad."
"I'm not mad. Sounds like fun. What do we do."
Heather grinned.
Shannon became quite animated. She pulled a chair
over and Heather sat down and in a flash, she was re-working Heather's
hair into an Egyptian style. With no
mirrors in the room, Heather couldn't tell what was
going on or what she looked like. After a bit, Shannon
moved Heather over by a small table at the side of the
room and produced a makeup kit. She carefully removed
the little makeup Heather wore and began to apply the
bold colours and black outlining used by the Queen.
Having painted quite a few statues of the Queen,
Shannon knew exactly what and where to apply it and her
hands moved quickly and accurately over and around
Heather's face.
"There." Shannon sat back. "Now, we are going to
dress you. Except for the sandals and the dress, the
rest of this stuff is really the original stuff from
her tomb. So be very, very careful. If anybody knew
we took it out and actually put it on you, I'd be
killed and out of a job so fast."
"Are you sure we should do this? I mean...."
"We'll be very careful. Hey, all I've done this
Summer is to eat and sleep with this babe. I've got
her on the brain. I want to see what she'd look like
with the stuff on. All these fuddy-duddies around here
would never dream of actually dressing someone up. OK,
let me go get the stuff from the cabinets. Back in a
few. Here, take this, but don't put it on just yet.
And, don't look in a mirror till we're all done, I want
you to be surprised."
"OK. I'll be careful."
Shannon had handed her an oddly shaped object that
had a bulbous handle and then what appeared to be a
scoop underneath, not unlike an ornate small grain or
seed scoop. She had no idea how she was to put it on.
Or where. She turned it over and on the bottom of the
scoop was the cartouche of the queen. At least that's
what she guessed it was.
Shannon came back and carefully attached a
delicate gold chain around her waist and let is rest on
her hips. It had small gold rings attached around it
and a dangle with a small pendant of green stone hung
down the back, pulling the chain between her cheeks.
It felt good. Heather noticed that Shannon's hands
lingered for just a moment over her ass as she guided
the dangle into place. Her nails left her buttocks
tingling.
"Ummmmmm...." Heather responded to the fondling,
instantly reacting to the tightening in her belly.
"Sorry." Shannon was beet red. "I..."
"Don't apologize, just dress me."
Shannon was back with three other chains. "These
idiots still haven't figured out what the queen did
with these. They think they're bracelets." She was
grinning.
She reached for Heather's left breast and nipple,
but drew her hand back. Heather could see her breath
had quickened.
"What's the matter?"
"I. It's getting me horny. Maybe we should stop.
I don't think....."
Heather just reached out and gently pulled her
hands onto her breast, feeling the nipple tighten and
tingle. "In for an ounce, in for a pound. We'll be
good. At least, we'll try."
Shannon stared at Heather, her hands burning hot
from the contact with Heather's very firm tit. Slowly,
she moved her eyes down and forced her hands to move,
but took the opportunity to stroke the breast lovingly.
She moved a small ring to the end of Heather's nipple.
"You have such gorgeous breasts."
"Thank you. So do you."
"This might hurt. She was obviously smaller than
you. I mean, her nipples."
"I'll be brave. Ouch!" Heather yelped.
The ring was suddenly all the way down at the base
of the nipple. The gold chain hung out a good five
inches from Heather's flat and fluttering belly,
swinging gently. The nipple burned from Shannon's
abrupt pinch and pull. The burn settled down into a
flow of hot sparks across her breast. She was so
focused and turned on by the feeling, she hardly
noticed Shannon reach for her other nipple and then,
the stabbing pain caused her to yelp again.
"Ouch! That hurts! At least at first. Then, it's
really getting me horny. My nipples are on fire."
Shannon was staring at the now totally turgid
points, sticking out to their unusual length. The two
chains swung.
"Wow. Those are some nipples."
"Shut up and rub them a bit. They sting. Maybe
the rings are too tight."
Shannon, her reluctance falling away by the
second, welcomed the invitation to rub the long dark
spears. They were rock hard in the palm of her hand
and the heat from her hand sent a wave of arousal down
Heather's front to her pussy.
"Ohhhhhh. That's more like it. Rub them hard."
Shannon obliged for a few seconds. Heather was
breathing hard and her eyes were closed. Shannon
started to lean forward to kiss her, but pulled back
when Heather opened her eyes. She dropped her hands.
"Now what?"
The question brought Shannon back to the subject
at hand. "We, ah, we. Here, we hook these rings
through the rings on the waist chain. And then, we
attached these dangles to the hooks on the chains from
your nipples." The weight of the beautiful teardrop
red stones was sending waves of heat through her chest
as the stones bounced slightly and swung from the
chains.
"God, Shannon, I'm getting so hot." The chain in
her butt was now pressing against her tightly and the
stone was banging on the inside of her thighs. Her ass
tingled.
"I can see that. Me too. As if you couldn't
tell." A beautiful rose blush was spreading across
Shannon's upper chest.
Heather stroked her shoulders, holder her eyes
locked with her own, then ran her hands down over the
translucent skinned teardrop breasts. Shannon's breath
caught from the heat of Heather's hands and then her
eyes fluttered as she lost her concentration. In a
flash, she was more turned on than she had ever been in
her life. Heather's hands fell away and Shannon opened
her eyes.
"Heather......"
"Get me dressed first."
"I don't think I can wait."
"Yes, hurry up and then we can."
Shannon brought over sandals and helped Heather to
get the complex wrappings right. By the time they were
done, Heather was near orgasm from all the sensations
in her ass and nipples from the swinging and jerking on
the flesh.
Next came neck chains of many kinds. Finally,
Shannon produced a pullover that was more sheer than
anything Heather had ever seen. Almost invisible on
her, it clung and hung to her form and yet somehow did
nothing to interfere with the chains and dangles. It
felt wonderful. Unexpectedly warm, but revealing
everything.
Then, Shannon came back with a tray and produced a
spectacular gold mesh piece that went to the base of
her neck and flowed over her shoulders and down over
the tops of her breasts, flowing into the valley
between them like some sort of cape. The weight
surprised her and further, it added to the steady
sensations in her tits and somehow, amplified them.
"OK. Now, the last piece." Shannon lifted the
grain scoop from the table.
"What the heck is that thing?" Heather had never
felt so alive, in a sexual trance. Her mind was a bit
fuzzy, but every nerve in her skin and groin seemed to
be directly plugged into her pleasure center and she
was building up to an overload. In spite of this, she
began to understand the scoop's true function as
Shannon gripped it from the base of the scoop and
turned the oddly bulbous handle" upward and toward
Heather's lower belly.
Heather answered her own question. "It's a dildo!"
she whispered and her pussy pulsed with excitement and
anticipation.
Shannon lowered it and raised the pullover. The
head of the dildo found Heather's prominent mound in a
smooth steady motion and then effortlessly buried
itself to the hilt in Heather's pussy. Shannon let go
and in spite of the intensely pleasurable distraction
of the sudden penetration, Heather was amazed it didn't
just fall out. Her muscles seem to fit perfectly
around the base of the bulb and held it firmly inside..
The odd shaped bulb inside her was pressing lightly on
her "G-Spot" and sending a steady stream of fire inside
her loins. Her pussy kept clamping down on it in
reflex and every time they did, it pressed on the spot
and sent a jolt straight up her spine.
The scoop was in fact a special shield that went
across the entire front of Heather's copious bush,
hiding it, yet pressing tightly back against her in a
very stimulating way. Her growing clit was being
guided up a carved channel in the back of the scoop and
was now pinned up and back, well past her swollen open
lips and up onto her pubic bone.
She was trembling now from all the stimulation and
felt an orgasm approaching.
"Shannon, God, I'm so close. I'm going to come any
second! Owww....." The moan somehow focused Shannon.
She had dreamed of doing this for so many nights as her
hand she pleasured herself in the dim light of her
bedroom. And now.......
Before her stood the most exotic figure she had
ever seen. It was Hapshetsut herself. Her goal within
reach, she somehow backed away and grabbed the camera
and charged the flash. Telling Heather instructions
quickly, she modelled this way and that as Shannon ran
through a quick roll and then changed film. Heather
was too far gone to argue and barely heard Shannon.
Somehow, she fought back the orgasm and followed
instructions.
"Hurry. I need to come so bad. I think I'm almost
there." Heather was breathless. The feedback cycle
between her legs and the bounce of the weights on her
tits was more than she could bear. Almost in total
overload, she cycled higher. Her breathing was almost
stopped from the tension and she was getting
lightheaded.
The flash startled her and interrupted the orgasm
just before it exploded. Another flash, then more and
more and then the second roll of film was used up.
Shannon set the camera down and came back and stood in
front of Heather.
Shannon was now letting herself fully share in the
excitement and a telltale trickle of come was smeared
on the inside of her thighs. It had been a long
summer. And now, her queen, Hapshetsut stood before
her and somehow it wasn't Heather anymore, but the
queen herself. And Shannon did what she knew the
female attendants would have done. For, Hapshetsut was
a lesbian.
Shannon slid her body against Heather and Heather
exploded at last in a wild cry and groan. Pressing her
own pubis tightly against the shell, the small bumps of
the cartouche on her side rubbed her clit and she began
to moan into Heather's mouth. The pressure pushed the
dildo back into Heather's womb and then released it.
It slammed back into Heather's "G" spot and Heather's
hips jerked hard into Shannon. Her clit hardened
further and she gasped as the motion repeated itself
again and again.
"My god, Shannnnnnn." Heather mumbled. "I'm going
to go again.. Ohhhhh."
"Me........" to, but it didn't come out as Shannon
wailed. "Aaahhhhhyyeeeeeee!" and her first orgasm
broke over the top and her insides pulsed and rippled.
Her nipples were rock hard and blood red from the
engorged flood in her chest. Sensitive in the extreme,
they rubbed against the sheer film of fabric and gold
mesh covering Heathers's upper body and burned with an
intensity that drove the breath from her.
And again.
And yet again. The minutes flew by as the
pleasure drove them on and on. A slick film of sweat
covered their bodies as they pounded against each other
in a steady rhythm, broken only by the rapid shudders
and occasional spasm of orgasm.
Somewhere between two rushes of fire, Heather
realized that Shannon was not only as hot as her, but
matching her orgasm for orgasm, something that even
Traci couldn't do. It was a first and the shared
excitement drove them on, higher and higher. A soul
mate. A pussy mate. At some level, the orgasms of one
triggered the next in the other. Heather was more out
of control and deeper into the power of pure lust than
anything she had ever known. She flowed down into the
heat and musk of the emotion and drove ever harder
against Shannon's swollen mons.
"We......have......to......stop.......Ahhhhh!!!"
Shannon gasped somehow, not wanting to in the least,
but knowing they had to get the stuff put away and get
out of the museum soon.
"Oh! Oh! NO! I CAN'T STOP!!! Yes. YES.
YESSSSSSSS!!!!" Heather's answer wasn't going to make
it easy. Her pelvis slammed into Shannon. Sparks flew
through their brains.
"Got TO!...Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes.. One more.
One more, then....One MORE!!!! Shannon promised
herself, it had to be the last. And five minutes and
one more enormous orgasm later, she pushed herself
back, gasping for air, her body still just as excited
as when they started. It amazed her. She liked sex
and was always an energetic partner, but this was
beyond anything she had ever experienced. To have come
like this, again and again, and still be ready for
more. No, not just ready. Almost addicted to having
more.
And another piece of her study of the queen fell
into place. Her slaves gave themselves willingly,
ready to do anything to be with the queen. Anything.
Her breathing slowed.
"Owwww. Come back. More." Heather reached for
her and Shannon backed up again.
"I want to. More than anything. Really. God,
look at my nipples. Ouch! Boy are they tender!"
Shannon wailed. They really hurt.
She reached to begin taking off various things.
Heather grabbed her and pulled her close. "More." She
slid her tongue deep into Shannon's mouth and Shannon
moaned. Two of Heather's fingers slid into her pussy
and now she cried out and the pumping fingers lifted
her back onto the pleasure wagon and pushed her over
the edge into orgasmic free fall. She came done and
managed to get some arm bands off.
Heather sucked her nipples and the pain exploded
in her brain and then intense heat and she had the
first nipple orgasm she'd ever experienced. But, then,
she managed to get a finger under the scoop neck and
pull down on the dildo. Heather's muscles fought back
and she clamped her legs together, but Shannon was
faster and it popped free and swung upside down and
Shannon placed it on the counter. The heavy aroma of
sex filled the room.
"Hey, I wasn't done yet." Heather complained.
"We have got to get out of here. Sooner or later
the guard will be by to check and it's been too long
already. Help me. Stop that! Come on." She slapped
Heather's wandering hand off her breast.
And slowly, Queen Hapshetsut became Heather again.
They left the makeup on as it would take too long to
remove. But the priceless artifacts went back into the
cases and Shannon packed the slip into its box to take
home, as it was hers. And the sandals.
She checked all the locks twice and then they
turned out the lights and retraced their steps and then
were outside in the night air.
They stopped and looked at each other. "Wow!"
They both said together. And laughed.
Arm in arm, they headed down the street. Just
before they got to the meeting place, Shannon stopped
and pulled Heather back into a dark doorway and they
kissed for a long time.
"I'm sorry for making you break your promise."
Heather stroked Shannon's face and hair. Shannon's
green eyes sparkled and shot green sparks into the
night as she gazed into Heather's face..
"I'm sorry you have to leave in a few hours. I've
never had a lover like this, I mean it was so
INTENSE..."
"Shush." Heather said softly. "Me neither. It
was fantastic. I don't want to leave either, but I
can't stay. Really."
"I know. And it's time for me to go home." She
paused. "You know, back at the museum, you...you
became my queen. The queen. It was weird. I think
about her all the time and seeing you like that...It
was like it went back in time."
Heather understood. She had felt like the queen.
Shannon's queen. And Shannon was her slave. Passion
roared through her and she found it hard to breath.
She forced herself to stop thinking about it. It
always scared her just how much she enjoyed dominating
others. It took her to sexual highs far above her
normally overactive response.
"And if I come back and visit you in Ireland and
become your queen again, you will be my slave?"
Heather asked only half serious.
"Oh. Yes. Oh, my yes." Shannon breathed, the
very thought of it sent another chill down her spine.
If only Heather would come back to see her.
They held each other a long time without speaking.
And then, at last, slowly walked the last few yards
and went up the stairs.
The apartment was full of everyone and Heather and
Shannon were the last to show up. The place was noisy
with smoke and laughter and the tinkle of glasses.
They were both surprised that everyone was still
in their clothes and in the living room. Donna
untangled her self from a chair and came over.
"Well, don't tell me you two are also too tired now
for the orgy? Wow, some makeup job. You have to tell
us all about what you've been up to." She was laughing.
Shannon and Heather both blushed brightly and
nodded.
"Don't tell me. You couldn't keep your hands off
of each other and now you're too tired from screwing
all night." Donna sighed even as she laughed..
"Something like that. Is that what happened to
the others as well?"
Donna nodded. "All of us. Some orgy. Get
something to eat. Maybe next time, if there is any.
At least everyone seemed to have a great time." She
walked away.
They cruised the party for a while and soon
everyone was sitting in a circle sharing their
evening's adventures with the others. There was lots
of giggling and expressions of mock shock and teasing.
But they were all impressed with how varied all the
tales were and how well they had been paired off. Only
Donna was disappointed that the group sex never got off
the ground.
"Well, it was exciting to think about, anyway."
They all agreed.
Heather slipped away and removed the makeup and
washed her face. Then returned to the group.
By now, Barbara and Elizabeth were sitting
together, lightly holding hands. A start.
"Well, I hate to end this, but the sun is up and
we have an airplane to catch." Traci announced. There
were hugs all around. Donna made sure all the keys
were accounted for. Except for the waitress, who had
called to say her roommate was ill and they wouldn't be
attending.
It was quiet in the car as they raced out to
Heathrow. More hugs before security stopped Barbara
and Elizabeth. Promises to keep in touch and addresses
were exchanged.
And suddenly, they were on the plane heading out
over Ireland. Heather fell asleep instantly and soon
Sherry joined her. Traci wasn't far behind and snoozed
until lunch was served. The stew in first class came
by and handed Traci a message.
"For the brunette in the middle. When she wakes."
The stewardess was slim and sleek, even in her uniform.
Obviously closely tailored beyond normally company
requirements. Dark hair, a layer cut down the back of
her neck, emphasizing one of her best features. Smoky
eyes. Bangs.
Traci put the message on the food tray and resumed
eating.
Back at the first class galley, the stew resumed
filling pots with hot coffee and preparing to gather
trash. The other stew working the section joined her
briefly. Her blonde hair rich figure contrasted the
slim figure of the other.
"What did she say to your invitation?"
"Sleeping. A bit tired from last night. Donna
said I should enjoy her based on her activities from
last night."
"Mind if I join you?"
"Not in the least." She looked around and no one
was looking. She pulled the breaker on lights of the
toilet on the plane least able to be seen by all the
first class passengers and hung an "Out of Order" sign
on the handle. A brief call to the cockpit to explain
the breaker as a clogged john to keep them from getting
alarmed.
"All set."
"A bit optimistic, aren't we?"
"Seems a sure thing, according to Donna." She
squeezed the blondes arm as she went by.
"Let her sleep for a while. Then, the games will
begin. I get first crack." They both started laughing
at the bad pun. Actually, the blonde was far more
interested in the other stew than Heather. Screwing
women in the bathroom was intense and scary.
Especially on these West to East crossings in daylight
with most passengers awake.
They started up the isle clearing and pouring
seconds of coffee and tea.
Heather slept on for quite a bit and then woke up,
needing to use the bathroom. She glanced at Traci and
noticed she had a blanket pulled up to her chin and was
sleeping soundly. She had a slip of paper in one hand,
folded over.
Heather unbuckled and headed back down the isle.
The dark haired stew seemed to expect her, for some
reason. Heather noticed the out of order sign.
The other bathroom was busy, but only the two
stews were around and everyone else was watching a
movie or asleep.
"Can we use this?" Heather asked, more than a bit
uncomfortable.
"Perfect." The stew took Heather's question as an
answer to her unread invitation. She nodded to the
other stew who headed over as Heather unlocked the
door. As she stepped in, the other two followed her
and in a second the door shut and was locked, but no
lights came on.
"Oh. OH!" The hot hands on her breasts were a
shock and in seconds her top was out of her pants and
she was twisted sideways with one leg bent at the knee
and up on the lid of the john. She was immobilized.
"Please. I have to pee." She realized it must be
the stew in here with her. Surprised, but not scared.
It was only sex.
A husky voice told her to be quiet and a hot hand
unhooked her bra while another unsnapped her jeans and
unzipped them. The hands travelled down and up and a
palm took her left breast and the other travelled into
her underway from the rear and a slim finger was
inserted into her pussy from the rear. Peeing was
forgotten.
She became aware of other hands on the woman doing
her and realized the other stew was in with them. She
groaned as her clit popped out and pressed into the
tight panties pressing into her slit.
It was only thirty minutes. But it was a hell of
an orgy. Donna would have been proud.
End of Part 27
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Subject: NEW STORY: Heather Pt.27E [A-H] [FF]
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The Adventures of Heather, Part 27E [E-H]
by Ramapo
Heather and Shannon were now chatting like old
friends.
"I've been good all summer. I promised I'd be good
and not cheat, but it's been so hard."
Shannon explained to Heather. She looked sideways at
Heather's abundant curves. Gosh, this was a mistake.
She'd never get through the night.
"That's very loyal of you. What kind of art
history have you gotten interested in?"
"Well, it's a bit strange, but Egyptian art seems
to really attract me. I've been working on a project
all summer to recreate in perfect detail one of the
outfits of Queen Hapshetsut. As a matter of fact, I
finished the outfit last week and now am writing up the
report. What I really need is...." Her eyes went
wide. "Listen, I need pictures of someone in the
outfit, and you would be perfect! You're just the
right height and build. We'll, the boobs are a bit
much, but that would just make the effect all that more
impressive!"
"What, tonight? When would we have time to do
that?" It sounded different though, and quite
unexpected!
"Sure, we could do it. Finish up eating, skip
dessert and go over to the museum and take the
pictures. A couple of hours should do it. Are you
game?"
Heather couldn't see herself as an Egyptian. The
picture just wouldn't come for her. But, Shannon was
nice, and it would be something very different. "Sure,
why not. But I don't think this is what Donna had in
mind."
"Oh, I think Donna would approve." Shannon had a
impish grin and turned to the hot food just put in
front of her.
Heather began to eat. An Egyptian queen. She
tried to remember what they wore. Vague images of
statues and heads came to her, but nothing very clear.
Finally, she gave it up and concentrated on eating.
Barbara and Lilly didn't talk much during dinner.
They both felt a bit ill at ease and struggled to find
something in common. Donna said they would have
something in common, but so far they weren't
connecting.
Barbara finally said, "We don't seem to have much
in common, do we?"
"No. The only thing we haven't talked about is
school."
"Well, I went to St. Martins up north," Barbara
said, knowing it was small and very exclusive.
"What! That's where I went! I mean, in different
years than you, I'm sure." Lilly exclaimed.
Barbara was amazed. "That is amazing. How did
you wangle that?" She suddenly had a new respect for
the girl. It required lots of money and even more
important, pull.
"Rich Uncle who expected me to marry into wealth
and had enough clout to get me in. I graduated with
honours. But he didn't know I was gay and there was no
hope for his plan." She laughed.
They raised their glasses and toasted their alma
mater.
"Barbara, you seem like you have a lot more on
your mind than this evening, if I may be so bold."
"Well, it's no secret that my husband isn't exactly
a stay at home type, if you know what I mean, and I've
worked hard at figuring out how to curtail his
activities in that direction. I think I've got some
leverage now, but I'm not sure how to use it."
"Leverage? Oh, you've got something on him.
Pictures?"
"Of him? Heavens no! Of the women." Barbara
laughed.
"I'm not sure how that would work. Surely they
have nothing to loose from a fling with him."
Barbara told her what the girls had done at the
party. She reached in her purse and pulled out a
couple of the shots. The negatives were under safe
lock and key.
Lilly gasped when she recognized the women the
pictures. "I know all three of these women. I mean,
the ones getting done here. They come in my bar all
the time! And I can tell you that your husband isn't
the only one ploughing their fields."
"Well, I don't know how to stop it without exposing
myself."
"Well, let's go for a walk and figure it out. With
these pictures, surely we can stop them and protect you
and your husband." Barbara settled the tab and gave an
enormous tip to the waitress, then they excused
themselves and went for a walk. After an hour, they
drifted up to Lilly's flat, poured a couple of stiff
drinks and continued plotting and planning. The hours
drifted by and they both got a bit drunk and began to
giggle as they thought up more and more outrageous
solutions. It was when Lilly was bending over and
pouring another drink and caught Barbara staring down
her blouse at her very visible tits that she made a
move and kissed Barbara.
Barbara responded and Lilly began to unbutton her
blouse and lightly stroke her small hard breasts. She
whispered in Barbara's ear, "I think this is what Donna
had in mind for us."
Barbara closed her eyes and let Lilly take the
lead. She wasn't sorry.
Donna and Elizabeth chatted during dinner and were
the last to leave. Out on the street, Elizabeth turned
and said, "I know this is a bit bold, but what I need
right now is a good fuck. Are you game? God, I can't
believe I just said that!"
Donna smiled, linked her arm in Elizabeth's and
said, "That is the best idea I've heard all day. Come,
my lady, and let me devour you until you've had your
fill."
And down the street they went. The waitress
watched them go, wishing they had invited her along to
the party. She turned away from the window and began
clearing the table. Donna was suddenly back at her
elbow. "Would you like to join us later?"
"Yes. Yes, please!"
Donna pressed a key and directions into her hand.
"Don't keep us waiting!"
"Can I bring my roommate?"
"Ummm, OK, but no one else, right?"
"Promise."
And Donna rejoined Elizabeth and headed off at a
fast clip. They were both eager to get their evening
started as quickly as possible.
Terry looked over at Traci. She was immediately
very attracted to this beautiful, polished woman.
Shapely, poised, self-confident. Her own style was a
bit different. She favoured the blowsy look, with hair
a bit too big and loose, clothes a bit tight. Blatantly
sexy at times, like tonight. She hung out in bars a
lot, looking for a woman to sleep with, putting up with
the constant attempts of men to pick her up. She
favoured picking up straights and seducing them as
mostly a contest. Traci was clearly not straight.
But, she was attracted to her anyway.
Traci studied Terry as they talked. Near the end
of dinner, Traci admitted she was tired from the trip
and probably shouldn't have come to the party. She was
afraid she'd disappoint everyone.
"Well, let's go back to my place for a bit and just
talk then." It sounded like a lovely idea. No
pressure. Just relaxing chatting.
Terry smiled secretly as they got in her car for
the short ride to her flat. Phase one was working just
fine. I have just the cure for being a bit tired, she
was thinking to herself.
Barbara and Lilly hit on a simple plan to use the
pictures. It would involve Lilly's help, but protect
Barbara. Lilly had moved behind Barbara and begun
rubbing her shoulders and back. It felt marvellous and
Barbara leaned into the soothing contact. She was glad
Donna hadn't paired her with Elizabeth because she was
almost certain that at the actual moment of making
love, she'd suddenly get scared, or realize that this
attraction to women she had been developing was nothing
but a passing interest. She didn't want to hurt her or
force her away. The last two days had taught her just
how close she was to her and the last thing in the
world she wanted was to loose her as a friend. She
knew it might prove impossible for Elizabeth to accept
a continued platonic relationship now, but there wasn't
anything she could do about that. This chance to
explore with Lilly might help resolve some of her own
fears and get her own mind straight about who she was,
anyway.
Barbara took another long pull on her glass of
wine and drained it. Lilly's hands were gentler now.
She had pulled Barbara's blouse out of her slacks and
the tips of her fingers were tracing the small of her
back just above the belt line.
She turned and looked at Lilly. "Take me to bed
and make love to me."
Lilly wanted that, but held back. "I thought you
and Elizabeth, well, were...."
"I don't know what we are right now. I'm very new
to even thinking about women this way. It's exciting
and scary and quite confusing."
"Have you ever.....?"
"No. Well, there was that encounter with Heather
on the plane, but it was just, well, not exactly the
full experience. Frankly, I need to try this out and
see how I feel. Please don't be offended."
Lilly sat for a long moment. She would be
Barbara's first. It had been a long, long time since
she had had an opportunity to be anyone's first.
"I promise to be gentle and stop if you want. I
won't be offended in the least. I had all those
feelings once a long, long time ago while growing up.
I almost forgot how terrified I was of really admitting
who I was or might be. I understand, really." Lilly
sat silent.
Then she hugged Barbara and took her hand and lead
her back to the bedroom. Once there, she closed the
door and pulled the blinds. It was dark in the room
now and Barbara heard Lilly moving around, covers being
pulled off the bed. And then she was back, a soft warm
presence just in front of her.
"Let me undress you. Close your eyes and just
enjoy the experience. We're going to go real slow.
When you're ready." Her fingers brushed Barbara's lips
and down her neck and began slowly unbuttoning the
already loose blouse. The long nails felt good as they
gently scrapped along the skin between her breasts and
the buttons came away. Fingertips travelled over her
belly and naval and she trembled a bit. It tickled
just a bit, but she felt her ardour rising. Lilly was
moving very slowly and making a small project out of
each button.
Then the blouse was open and cool air flowed
around her warming waist, followed by Lilly's warm
hands, tracing her curves above her hips and up under
her arms, then forward to the swell of her breasts in
her bra, but not touching there, not yet. Barbara
found herself wanting Lilly to touch her there, to
fondle her. Her nipples hardened. And Barbara's
breath came faster and she sighed very gently.
Lilly became very excited herself as she realised
Barbara was becoming excited and fought her own desire
to move faster. Slow would be better. The rest would
come later. Now she was sure.
Fingers slid the blouse over her shoulders and it
fell, a low swoop in the back and hung from Barbara's
arms and the crook of her elbows. Lilly moved behind
her and began to stroke her long neck and upper back.
Lilly could feel the goose bumps on Barbara's skin rise
and fall from the sensation of cool air and warm hands.
She eased the blouse down her arms and it fell at their
feet.
Barbara was now tingling. She felt herself
becoming more and more relaxed as this gentle woman
continued to pleasure and undress her. She sighed
again, louder.
Lilly's practised fingers found the bra clasp at
the back and the straps went slack. Barbara didn't
need much support, but the release left her nipples
scraping the back of the material in the cups and they
hardened and wrinkled. Tiny sparks were shooting down
her front and into her brain from the now very
sensitive tips. Lilly's hands slid around her sides
and pushed the cups free and the air hit her nipples,
followed a second later by the very warm, soft skin of
the palms of Lilly's hands as they cupped the firm
breasts and drove the nipples hard against her skin.
The cold followed by heat was electric and Barbara's
chest was almost glowing with heat.
"Oh!" She sighed more than exclaimed. "How
delightful."
"You have beautiful breasts. So firm. The
nipples so hard to the touch."
Lilly moved around front and Barbara trembled as
Lilly took a hard pebble of nipple between her lips,
then pulled the areola inside her mouth, then more of
the breast and began to wash the sensitive skin with
her tongue. Wet and heat poured in as the sensations
flowing from her chest and Barbara's breath was now
very ragged. Lilly moved from swelling to swelling,
savouring the wonderful taste of this woman's skin, the
hardness of the pebble in her mouth against her tongue.
Her hands were busy, tracing curves of lower back and
belly, then releasing Barbara's top buttons on the
pants at the side and the zipper slid down silently and
the pants fell to the floor.
Barbara was lost in sensations and arousal like
she had rarely every experienced before and her arousal
was cascading upward. Her pants fell and the cool air
hit her belly above her bikini panties and the tension
building between her legs spread upward in a wave.
Lilly moved her back to the edge of the bed and eased
her down on it.
She stripped to her own underwear, but left the
bra and panties on. Then she pulled Barbara's sandals
off and her pants fell by the edge of the bed. She
rubbed Barbara's feet for several moments in long
strokes, diverting Barbara's attention from the glow
above and then she began to pull toes into her mouth,
washing them with her tongue.
This was totally unexpected and Barbara groaned
and gasped loudly. It felt wonderful! And powerfully
sexy in a way she couldn't describe. Lilly was taking
complete control of her body and this was just another
stop on the way to, to what? Bliss. Barbara groaned
again as Lilly's hands moved up and down her calves and
back of her legs at the knee. That was a sensation
Barbara loved and always made her hot. Tonight, it was
petrol on an already raging fire that was sweeping her
away.
Lilly moved onto the bed beside Barbara and
returned to kissing her breasts and neck, slowing
working down to her stomach and the tops of her
panties. Then back up. Then down. This time, Barbara
lifted her hips and Lilly slid the panties down to her
knees in a practised motion. Bending her legs, moved
them to her ankles and then stepped out of them.
The kisses progressed to the top of her bush and
Barbara was so excited her pussy had swollen and opened
and presented an open invitation to be entered.
Lubrication glistened in the dim light between the
lips.
Lilly knew it was time to take Barbara to her
orgasm, that she was ready. More than ready. The
sweet aroma of Barbara's strong arousal filled the room
and Lilly was more than just a little excited herself.
She sat back and swiftly removed the bra from her own
somewhat larger breasts. They drooped and swung down
and free and the nipples scrapped along the sheet as
she moved back to Barbara's belly. Her hands moved
back and pushed her own panties off her hips and down
to her knees. A practised knee came up and the panties
were caught on her heel and pushed down and off her
other leg. Her pussy was on fire.
The kisses moved lower through the sparse bush and
finally, she was kissing the very top of the waiting
womanhood. Her left hand was tracing circles on the
back of Barbara's thighs, still bent at the knee and
above the bed, and her right was squeezing the right
nipple, cupping the breast from the side..
A darting tongue slid into the top of the crack,
above the hood of Barbara's now rigid clit. The
sensation caused Barbara to shudder and push back at
the tongue. If she had thought she might rebel at
another woman doing this to her, the thought was gone
as the tongue found her.
"Oh, yes. My. Oh, My. That.....is......so.....I
don't believe....Oh!" Barbara raised and her left arm
and pressed the back of Lilly's head down into her.
Her other arm came up and fell over her eyes and she
gasped. She was on fire now and could feel and
approaching orgasm. Normally, she could control the
pace, but now, she was on a raging flood of waves of
tension and heat and she slid further and further out
of any conscious control.
Lilly's breasts were swaying and rubbing the
sheets as she rode Barbara's heaving mons up and down.
The nipples were on fire, a feeling that had her pussy
swollen and her own sexual tension rising higher and
higher. She swung one leg over Barbara's still
upraised knee and began to rub her well lubricated lips
over the thrusting thigh. The pressure was just
perfect for her and she buried her face back in
Barbara's totally exposed pussy. As her tongue entered
deep into Barbara for the first time, a hot flood of
pent up fluid flowed from her and Lilly swallowed
quickly and kept licking deep inside.
Barbara's arm slammed the bed and she lifted her
head and began to thrash. Well beyond the point where
she normally orgasmed, the tension drove her higher and
higher and she began to wail a non-stop litany of
blessings and curses. Her hand remained buried in
Lilly's hair and she pressed her harder and harder
against her. The heat of Lilly's now very slippery
cunt on her thigh was adding to her own excitement. In
addition, the thigh was thrashing from side to side as
Barbara's body spasmed from the waves of electricity
racing up and down her spine.
Lilly was there, hanging on the threshold of
orgasm, her belly pulsing with rapid tremors. In
seconds, she'd come. She fought to distract herself,
wanting Barbara to join her. She lifted up to remove
the pressure from between her legs but the leg lifted
to follow her. Barbara was trying to respond and
unconsciously followed the retreating pussy up a few
inches and found it again.
"God....." Lilly moaned into the depths of
Barbara's cunt. The purple lips spread across the
surging thigh and a fresh flow spread down the side of
the leg and dripped on the bed.
"Ahhhhh!" Barbara continued to wail. Lilly raked
her tongue over Barbara's rigid clit over and over and
then, Barbara stiffened and her orgasm began with a
massive shudder that drove her down into the bed and
back up. Her leg drove down on the bed and Lilly, no
longer supported by the hot flesh, felt herself fall
back down onto the leg and the scraping of her clit
along the barely noticeable stubble on Barbara's leg
shot a lightening bolt through her belly and up her
spine and she came seconds behind Barbara.
The spot of white light exploded in Barbara's
brain and she orgasmed in a series of pulses that
exploded again and again in her belly, the tension and
release flooding her with pleasure and tingles of
shooting heat and tingles. Her fist had balled the
sheet as she gripped it over and over and now her arm
was rigid as she pulled the sheet harder and harder.
"Uhnnnnnngh. Ungh! Ungh! Ahhhhh.......yes,
oh yeeeessssss.....shimmmmm....."
Lilly was lost in her own bliss and she continued
to bump down hard on the hard thigh, her second orgasm
racing behind the first and this time, she slid into it
and floated away on the wave of tension that stiffened
her, then released in short jerks over and over.
It was several minutes before she crawled back up
and lay with Lilly. Barbara stroked her arm and hugged
her close.
"Now that was the best orgasm I've ever had!"
Lilly was pleased. She knew she was a good lover.
It was nice to hear, just the same.
"I think you were really ready to let your guard
down and let your true feelings out." Lilly softly
suggested.
"Well, I don't think there's any doubt about that!"
She eased off the bed and found the door. Back from
the bathroom a minute later, she pushed Lilly back on
the bed and lowered her head to the woman's breast. "My
turn." She mumbled as she returned the favour. Lilly
sighed and stroked Barbara's belly with the back of her
hand. Barbara caught on fast. She sighed and moaned.
The hours slipped away.
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The Adventures of Heather, Part 27D [A-H]
By Ramapo
In the car, Barbara drove and Elizabeth sat up
front. Traci, Heather and Sherry sat in the back.
Sherry pulled out a brush and scooted up and handed it
to Heather and asked her to do her hair. The brush
filled with the rich thick golden strands and began to
carefully straighten them into a flowing mass that
covered Sherry's back and upper ass.
Traci leaned forward and whispered in Heather's
ear while Sherry's back was turned, "Honey, I need you
so much tonight. Somehow, find time for us, OK.?"
Heather stopped and kissed Traci. She had noticed
the bra on the way out of the house.
"With that bra on, you know I'm going to jump you.
The only question is before or after dessert?" She
kissed her again. Barbara was watching in the mirror
as she drove.
"No fair starting without us!" Elizabeth turned
to see what was going on. She was not used to women
demonstrating such open affection and was surprised to
see Traci's hand rubbing Heather's breast. Her mouth
fell open in amazement, then snapped shut as she turned
away, surprised at her own embarrassment.
Heather went back to brushing. "OK, we can wait."
She knew she needed to be with Traci. She missed the
way Traci just complete devoured her during sex. Used
her up. All this sex with others felt great, but never
satisfied her the way the intense sex with Traci did.
Her crotch began to burn.
Putting the brush down, she began to put Sherry's
hair into the complex thick braid Sherry had shown her.
In just a few minutes, the golden locks were in a
beautiful braid pinned up against the back of Sherry's
head, leaving her long neck exposed. Heather resisted
the temptation to put a hickey on it right behind the
ear. Finally she ran her hand tenderly down Sherry's
back and then sat back and began to pay attention to
the ride.
"Where are we going?" Traci asked, completely
lost in the outskirts of London's sprawl.
"A little restaurant for a dinner and getting
acquainted with the others, then, who knows?"
"Do you know where it is?"
"Yes, generally. I haven't been this way in years,
so I might have to scout about." She turned down
several streets and slowed, "Well, my mind is still
sound. Here we are." She pulled into a spot just up
the street and they walked back and entered the dimly
lit restaurant.
Inside, a cute waitress spotted them and guided
them to the side of the room where several tables were
pulled together to make a larger surface. They spotted
the stewardess from the flight immediately and she came
toward them smiling.
"I'm so glad you all came. Let's get seated and
I'll introduce everybody." She took command and guided
everyone toward a specific chair. Heather's eyes were
just getting used to the light. She looked around as
they were seated. To her left was an older woman,
pleasant smile, in a blouse and slacks, Traci was
seated just beyond her. The woman was paying attention
to Traci and ignored Heather for the moment beyond that
brief smile of acknowledgement.
Heather swung right and looked into a pair of the
greenest eyes she had ever seen. So green they were
shooting sparks almost. She took in the girl's
beautiful face and nut brown hair and smiled. The
eye's were fascinating. Cool pools of excitement.
They crinkled pleasantly as she smiled back at Heather.
"Hi!" the girl said. The accent was pure Irish!
Before Heather could respond, the stewardess began
tapping on her water glass for attention.
"Now, as the person responsible for even
suggesting this evening of merriment, I want to
introduce everyone and set some rules for the evening,
as such. First, let me welcome all of you to the very
first group entertainment I've ever organized. Since
it's my first, I have no real idea of what is supposed
to happen, beyond the obvious implications of group
activities of the intimate sort."
Everyone laughed nervously.
"Seriously, I have tried to make it an evening of
good company, fun, and then if things get a bit more
rowdy, so be it. The plan is to have everyone eat a
good meal, get to know at least one other person fairly
well, perhaps split up to go do other things, such as
take in a show, a movie, dancing, whatever, and then,
for the brave of heart and otherwise horny and eager
(everyone laughed again), back to my flat for some
other entertainment of the distinctly female sort.
(Some applause and more hearty laughter. The
nervousness was fading.)
"I'm going to introduce everyone. Then, let's eat.
I'm starved. Oh, each of you will find a key and a map
to my flat under you napkin (everyone lifted and found
their key and map). Should you decide to return later
to my place, let yourself in, then leave the key in the
jar by the door. If you decide to push off and pass on
the balance of the evening, please discard my key and
the map in different places so no one will break in on
me. I hope to see you all later, but no one should
feel obligated to anything beyond dinner and some fun.
OK? Now, let's see...."
"First, I'm Donna. I work for British Air as a
stewardess and right now am on four days of holiday. I
met most of our guests at work or at parties here in
the city. I'm the one to blame if this doesn't go well
and we don't enjoy ourselves.
"Now, to my right is someone we don't have to
introduce, as I'm sure all us Brits know her on sight.
(Lots of smiles and nods.) Needless to say, her
reputation totally depends on our discretion and
agreement that she was never here tonight. So, I know
it's a bit stiff, but I'm going to ask each of you to
promise." Donna looked at each in turn and they all
said softly, "Promise".
"OK, I completely trust you on this. Now, Barbara
has insisted on picking up the tab for our dinner
tonight, so we are a bit in her favour already."
(Applause and thanks.)
"Your reputation for honesty and generosity are
well known to all of us and I hope you enjoy the
evening."
"Now, I have paired each of you up with someone
from our group that seems to be a good match. I expect
you to get to know each other a bit during dinner.
After dinner, you can do what you like with whomever,
or go home. I already said that, I think."
"To Barbara's right is Lilly. I think you'll find
you have more in common than I am prepared to reveal
publicly at this time. I'll just say that Lilly is
self employed and is connected and leave it at that."
Lilly appeared to be a little younger than
Barbara, but had that same expensive look of clothes
and hair that Barbara always had. She and Barbara
smiled at each other and said hello.
"Now, next to Lilly is Sherry, from the US. I
think I'll have to get her beauty secrets for gorgeous
hair. You should have worn it down. It is quite
spectacular. Sherry works full time as a receptionist
in the US and she, Heather and Traci are good friends."
"Sherry's dinner partner is Hilda. Hilda has a
government job in the city that is secret, so unless we
want her to have to lock us up for telling us, we'll
not pester her about just what or where. I do know she
can find out things no one else can, but I don't know
what. Now, I hope she and Sherry hit it off."
Hilda and Sherry looked at each other and said
hello. Hilda had a strong but pleasant face, full
lips, and hair cut very short all over her head.
Sherry glanced down out of habit and her breath left
her. Hilda's chest was, well, everywhere. Sherry
gulped and tried to smile and look back up. It was a
struggle as her eyes were locked on the copious
cleavage and the hint of swollen nipples under bra and
blouse. Finally, with a great mental effort she forced
herself to look back up and found Hilda was grinning at
her.
She whispered to Sherry, "I see I've got something
you'd like to play with, sweetie."
Sherry was silent, but nodded slightly. As soon
as she spied the enormous tits, she knew she do
anything to get her hands on them. All control was
lost to Hilda without a word being spoken.
"Donna told me you were bonkers for big ones.
Well, we'll see about that a bit later. And I have a
surprise for you in a bit."
Sherry was again staring at the mountains next to
her. The maid earlier had only been a warmup for this
encounter. She gulped and tried to breath. Barbara
had continued and she missed half of what she was
saying.
"Next to Hilda is Heather, also from the US.
Heather just had a very successful art show in town and
will be going back to school on her return to the
States. Now, I've seated her with Shannon, our
beautiful student from Ireland, here on summer holiday
for a job at the British Museum in her study area,
which I believe is ancient history? No, ancient art
history, sorry."
Heather turned and looked again at Shannon. Pale
flawless white clear skin, nut brown hair pinned with
clasps on the side of the head and falling down her
back in roles of curl. And those green eyes smiling at
her. A more beautiful colleen she'd never seen. And
without warning, Heather spontaneously began to sing
the classic lines from the old Irish folk song, ending
with the chorus of "From Derry Jay to Bantry Bay, from
Galway to Dublin town, no face I've seen like my fair
colleen, she's the gem of Ireland's crown!"
The group was surprised at the sudden outburst of
song, and Shannon's face reddened, then clouded over as
the clear contralto notes gained in volume. Heather
missed the negative reaction and kept singing. And the
UK group, familiar with the song, joined noisily in the
chorus and then started laughing. Heather was very
puzzled.
Shannon leapt to her feet, all five enraged feet
of her. "Stop it! You know I hate that song! I can't
believe you put her up to this just to get at me!" She
grabbed her purse and headed for the door.
Heather was stunned at Shannon's reaction to her
well-meant compliment. She hesitated only a second and
caught Shannon just outside the door to the restaurant.
"Shannon, please. I didn't know! I'm so sorry.
Don't leave, please?"
"I don't blame you. It's them! They know how I
feel about that song!" Shannon had a virtual
thundercloud of purple anger over her head. An Irish
temper she had, that was for sure.
"It wasn't them. I love Irish music and when I saw
you and learned you were Irish, I just started singing.
Honest. I didn't even know you'd be here till we walked
in. You've got to believe me." She stopped talking and
Shannon fumed.
But, Shannon could see how earnest Heather was and
what she said made sense. She began to cool off.
"I'm sorry. I know I get too angry about it. It's
just a song. But if you had any idea how many people
want to sing that to me....."
Heather put a hand on Shannon's arm. "Let's go
back in. They'll understand. Come on, we'll have a
good time. And I promise never to sing to you again
unless it's a special request, OK?"
Shannon grinned. "That's a deal. But don't expect
me to let them just...."
"Let's pretend it never happened and start over.
Hi, I'm Heather. I think you are just stunning." She
held out her hand.
Shannon was surprised (and very pleased) at the
open admiration out here on the sidewalk. Aggressive
women were something new.
"Hi, I'm Shannon. And boy, do you have a set of
pretty titties!" She blurted, trying to match Heather's
open come on.
They both grinned.
"If you're nice, you can play with them later."
Heather whispered as then went back inside.
Shannon turned beet red. Open sex talk in a
public restaurant was far beyond her experience and it
got her excited and scared. Hardly anyone knew she was
a lesbian. Irish Catholic girls just couldn't tell
people that and expect to have a life. No wonder Donna
had said the girls from the US were wild. And
dangerous over here.
They took their seats. Donna looked as though
she expected a lecture from Shannon, but Shannon just
took a drink of water and Donna finally went on with
the introductions.
"Now, next to Shannon is another of our US
cousins, Traci. An art professor at Heather's school,
she too goes home tomorrow."
"Next to her, a new friend from a little pubbing
adventure last month, is Terry. Terry was the barmaid
and while at first glance, Traci and Terry might seem
an odd couple, I sense they will find more in common
than you would think. Anyway, I've got my fingers
crossed on this one."
Terry was a redhead, with a short, very European
hair style, classic redhead looks and a sprinkling of
cute freckles across her cheekbones and nose. Brown
eyes and a trim figure in a summer dress showed off her
small but perfect breasts. Obviously no bra.
Traci wondered just what they could talk about.
Bar hopping was not her bag. She smiled at Terry.
Terry leaned close. "Hi."
"Hello, glad to meet you." Terry smiled.
Dazzling teeth. So rare for a Brit.
"Last, we have a very last minute addition to our
group, the exquisite Elizabeth. Elizabeth is Barbara's
personal and quite private secretary. Just only today,
Elizabeth came out of the closet and joined tonight's
fun." (Lots of applause.) Donna leaned down and gave
her a big hug.
"That's from all of us. Welcome from everyone!"
(More applause)
"Since I got to choose, I selected Elizabeth for
myself. After all, it's her first night out with the
girls and she'll need special handling." (Lots of boos
and ribald comments, then laughter.) Elizabeth was
grinning and blushing deeply at the same time. She
suddenly realized the night might actually be fun. She
leaned past Donna and glanced at Barbara. She was
thrilled to make immediate eye contact. Barbara
winked. Maybe it was possible that they could have a
relationship.
Donna was still talking.
"OK. Oh, the waitress is one of us, so you can
relax around her. But behave. Barbara, give her an
outrageous tip. Now, don't get her in trouble. Right.
On to dinner. Then whatever. Now it IS supposed to be
an ORGY, so SOMEBODY come back to my place for some
games later, or I'll be very disappointed." She sat.
Everyone applauded and the table broke into polite
conversation.
The menus were handed around, drinks ordered and
hearty meals sorted out. Quiet at first, as they made
each other's acquaintances, the table noise rose after
a few minutes and soon they were all chatting like old
friends. Everyone was very excited about the fact they
were planning on doing something very naughty that none
of them had ever engaged in before. But no one was
very sure how it would all begin.
All but Sherry. Poor Sherry was almost speechless
with excitement. And Hilda played her along, enjoying
her control over the helpless girl. A deer in the
headlamps! Most of her life, Hilda had considered her
super large breasts as something to be ashamed of.
Ugly. Until she found out that quite a few men and,
less frequently, women, found them extremely sexy. And
some had absolute fixations about them. When she found
one of these people, she just used this overpowering
attraction to control the relationship in any way that
occurred to her. Since she loved sex with women, she
always made sure the price for access to her tits was a
lot of sexual service. Tonight, she planned it to be
no different.
"You've got to eat, deary. Here, let me order for
you. You have to eat something." Hilda the menu into
Sherry's hands and helped her to order. Sherry was in
a daze. "There. Now, tell me all about yourself."
With effort, Sherry began to talk about where she
lived, what she did. Hilda maintained an amused
interest as Sherry continued to talk to her tits.
"You've really got it bad." Hilda finally said.
"I. I know. I don't understand what is happening
to me. I've always liked big breasts, but this last
week it's like I can't think of anything else. I want
to have them too. I can't get enough of them. I must
be a real sicko. It's so sexist."
Hilda put her hand on her arm. "Well, maybe it is
a bit extreme. But, we all have things we truly enjoy,
perhaps too much. For me, it's chocolate. Well, there
is one other thing, but that's the surprise."
Sherry looked worried. "You aren't going to tie me
up, are you?"
"Heavens no!" Hilda laughed. "Nothing at all like
that. Now, here's dinner. I'm starved."
Sherry brightened and began to eat. It diverted
her attention for a while. She squirmed a bit to ease
the pressure and tension in her belly. Butterflies
were racing around inside and she was already very
moist with anticipation. What could Hilda's surprise
be?
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The Adventures of Heather, Part 27D [A-H]
By Ramapo
In the car, Barbara drove and Elizabeth sat up
front. Traci, Heather and Sherry sat in the back.
Sherry pulled out a brush and scooted up and handed it
to Heather and asked her to do her hair. The brush
filled with the rich thick golden strands and began to
carefully straighten them into a flowing mass that
covered Sherry's back and upper ass.
Traci leaned forward and whispered in Heather's
ear while Sherry's back was turned, "Honey, I need you
so much tonight. Somehow, find time for us, OK.?"
Heather stopped and kissed Traci. She had noticed
the bra on the way out of the house.
"With that bra on, you know I'm going to jump you.
The only question is before or after dessert?" She
kissed her again. Barbara was watching in the mirror
as she drove.
"No fair starting without us!" Elizabeth turned
to see what was going on. She was not used to women
demonstrating such open affection and was surprised to
see Traci's hand rubbing Heather's breast. Her mouth
fell open in amazement, then snapped shut as she turned
away, surprised at her own embarrassment.
Heather went back to brushing. "OK, we can wait."
She knew she needed to be with Traci. She missed the
way Traci just complete devoured her during sex. Used
her up. All this sex with others felt great, but never
satisfied her the way the intense sex with Traci did.
Her crotch began to burn.
Putting the brush down, she began to put Sherry's
hair into the complex thick braid Sherry had shown her.
In just a few minutes, the golden locks were in a
beautiful braid pinned up against the back of Sherry's
head, leaving her long neck exposed. Heather resisted
the temptation to put a hickey on it right behind the
ear. Finally she ran her hand tenderly down Sherry's
back and then sat back and began to pay attention to
the ride.
"Where are we going?" Traci asked, completely
lost in the outskirts of London's sprawl.
"A little restaurant for a dinner and getting
acquainted with the others, then, who knows?"
"Do you know where it is?"
"Yes, generally. I haven't been this way in years,
so I might have to scout about." She turned down
several streets and slowed, "Well, my mind is still
sound. Here we are." She pulled into a spot just up
the street and they walked back and entered the dimly
lit restaurant.
Inside, a cute waitress spotted them and guided
them to the side of the room where several tables were
pulled together to make a larger surface. They spotted
the stewardess from the flight immediately and she came
toward them smiling.
"I'm so glad you all came. Let's get seated and
I'll introduce everybody." She took command and guided
everyone toward a specific chair. Heather's eyes were
just getting used to the light. She looked around as
they were seated. To her left was an older woman,
pleasant smile, in a blouse and slacks, Traci was
seated just beyond her. The woman was paying attention
to Traci and ignored Heather for the moment beyond that
brief smile of acknowledgement.
Heather swung right and looked into a pair of the
greenest eyes she had ever seen. So green they were
shooting sparks almost. She took in the girl's
beautiful face and nut brown hair and smiled. The
eye's were fascinating. Cool pools of excitement.
They crinkled pleasantly as she smiled back at Heather.
"Hi!" the girl said. The accent was pure Irish!
Before Heather could respond, the stewardess began
tapping on her water glass for attention.
"Now, as the person responsible for even
suggesting this evening of merriment, I want to
introduce everyone and set some rules for the evening,
as such. First, let me welcome all of you to the very
first group entertainment I've ever organized. Since
it's my first, I have no real idea of what is supposed
to happen, beyond the obvious implications of group
activities of the intimate sort."
Everyone laughed nervously.
"Seriously, I have tried to make it an evening of
good company, fun, and then if things get a bit more
rowdy, so be it. The plan is to have everyone eat a
good meal, get to know at least one other person fairly
well, perhaps split up to go do other things, such as
take in a show, a movie, dancing, whatever, and then,
for the brave of heart and otherwise horny and eager
(everyone laughed again), back to my flat for some
other entertainment of the distinctly female sort.
(Some applause and more hearty laughter. The
nervousness was fading.)
"I'm going to introduce everyone. Then, let's eat.
I'm starved. Oh, each of you will find a key and a map
to my flat under you napkin (everyone lifted and found
their key and map). Should you decide to return later
to my place, let yourself in, then leave the key in the
jar by the door. If you decide to push off and pass on
the balance of the evening, please discard my key and
the map in different places so no one will break in on
me. I hope to see you all later, but no one should
feel obligated to anything beyond dinner and some fun.
OK? Now, let's see...."
"First, I'm Donna. I work for British Air as a
stewardess and right now am on four days of holiday. I
met most of our guests at work or at parties here in
the city. I'm the one to blame if this doesn't go well
and we don't enjoy ourselves.
"Now, to my right is someone we don't have to
introduce, as I'm sure all us Brits know her on sight.
(Lots of smiles and nods.) Needless to say, her
reputation totally depends on our discretion and
agreement that she was never here tonight. So, I know
it's a bit stiff, but I'm going to ask each of you to
promise." Donna looked at each in turn and they all
said softly, "Promise".
"OK, I completely trust you on this. Now, Barbara
has insisted on picking up the tab for our dinner
tonight, so we are a bit in her favour already."
(Applause and thanks.)
"Your reputation for honesty and generosity are
well known to all of us and I hope you enjoy the
evening."
"Now, I have paired each of you up with someone
from our group that seems to be a good match. I expect
you to get to know each other a bit during dinner.
After dinner, you can do what you like with whomever,
or go home. I already said that, I think."
"To Barbara's right is Lilly. I think you'll find
you have more in common than I am prepared to reveal
publicly at this time. I'll just say that Lilly is
self employed and is connected and leave it at that."
Lilly appeared to be a little younger than
Barbara, but had that same expensive look of clothes
and hair that Barbara always had. She and Barbara
smiled at each other and said hello.
"Now, next to Lilly is Sherry, from the US. I
think I'll have to get her beauty secrets for gorgeous
hair. You should have worn it down. It is quite
spectacular. Sherry works full time as a receptionist
in the US and she, Heather and Traci are good friends."
"Sherry's dinner partner is Hilda. Hilda has a
government job in the city that is secret, so unless we
want her to have to lock us up for telling us, we'll
not pester her about just what or where. I do know she
can find out things no one else can, but I don't know
what. Now, I hope she and Sherry hit it off."
Hilda and Sherry looked at each other and said
hello. Hilda had a strong but pleasant face, full
lips, and hair cut very short all over her head.
Sherry glanced down out of habit and her breath left
her. Hilda's chest was, well, everywhere. Sherry
gulped and tried to smile and look back up. It was a
struggle as her eyes were locked on the copious
cleavage and the hint of swollen nipples under bra and
blouse. Finally, with a great mental effort she forced
herself to look back up and found Hilda was grinning at
her.
She whispered to Sherry, "I see I've got something
you'd like to play with, sweetie."
Sherry was silent, but nodded slightly. As soon
as she spied the enormous tits, she knew she do
anything to get her hands on them. All control was
lost to Hilda without a word being spoken.
"Donna told me you were bonkers for big ones.
Well, we'll see about that a bit later. And I have a
surprise for you in a bit."
Sherry was again staring at the mountains next to
her. The maid earlier had only been a warmup for this
encounter. She gulped and tried to breath. Barbara
had continued and she missed half of what she was
saying.
"Next to Hilda is Heather, also from the US.
Heather just had a very successful art show in town and
will be going back to school on her return to the
States. Now, I've seated her with Shannon, our
beautiful student from Ireland, here on summer holiday
for a job at the British Museum in her study area,
which I believe is ancient history? No, ancient art
history, sorry."
Heather turned and looked again at Shannon. Pale
flawless white clear skin, nut brown hair pinned with
clasps on the side of the head and falling down her
back in roles of curl. And those green eyes smiling at
her. A more beautiful colleen she'd never seen. And
without warning, Heather spontaneously began to sing
the classic lines from the old Irish folk song, ending
with the chorus of "From Derry Jay to Bantry Bay, from
Galway to Dublin town, no face I've seen like my fair
colleen, she's the gem of Ireland's crown!"
The group was surprised at the sudden outburst of
song, and Shannon's face reddened, then clouded over as
the clear contralto notes gained in volume. Heather
missed the negative reaction and kept singing. And the
UK group, familiar with the song, joined noisily in the
chorus and then started laughing. Heather was very
puzzled.
Shannon leapt to her feet, all five enraged feet
of her. "Stop it! You know I hate that song! I can't
believe you put her up to this just to get at me!" She
grabbed her purse and headed for the door.
Heather was stunned at Shannon's reaction to her
well-meant compliment. She hesitated only a second and
caught Shannon just outside the door to the restaurant.
"Shannon, please. I didn't know! I'm so sorry.
Don't leave, please?"
"I don't blame you. It's them! They know how I
feel about that song!" Shannon had a virtual
thundercloud of purple anger over her head. An Irish
temper she had, that was for sure.
"It wasn't them. I love Irish music and when I saw
you and learned you were Irish, I just started singing.
Honest. I didn't even know you'd be here till we walked
in. You've got to believe me." She stopped talking and
Shannon fumed.
But, Shannon could see how earnest Heather was and
what she said made sense. She began to cool off.
"I'm sorry. I know I get too angry about it. It's
just a song. But if you had any idea how many people
want to sing that to me....."
Heather put a hand on Shannon's arm. "Let's go
back in. They'll understand. Come on, we'll have a
good time. And I promise never to sing to you again
unless it's a special request, OK?"
Shannon grinned. "That's a deal. But don't expect
me to let them just...."
"Let's pretend it never happened and start over.
Hi, I'm Heather. I think you are just stunning." She
held out her hand.
Shannon was surprised (and very pleased) at the
open admiration out here on the sidewalk. Aggressive
women were something new.
"Hi, I'm Shannon. And boy, do you have a set of
pretty titties!" She blurted, trying to match Heather's
open come on.
They both grinned.
"If you're nice, you can play with them later."
Heather whispered as then went back inside.
Shannon turned beet red. Open sex talk in a
public restaurant was far beyond her experience and it
got her excited and scared. Hardly anyone knew she was
a lesbian. Irish Catholic girls just couldn't tell
people that and expect to have a life. No wonder Donna
had said the girls from the US were wild. And
dangerous over here.
They took their seats. Donna looked as though
she expected a lecture from Shannon, but Shannon just
took a drink of water and Donna finally went on with
the introductions.
"Now, next to Shannon is another of our US
cousins, Traci. An art professor at Heather's school,
she too goes home tomorrow."
"Next to her, a new friend from a little pubbing
adventure last month, is Terry. Terry was the barmaid
and while at first glance, Traci and Terry might seem
an odd couple, I sense they will find more in common
than you would think. Anyway, I've got my fingers
crossed on this one."
Terry was a redhead, with a short, very European
hair style, classic redhead looks and a sprinkling of
cute freckles across her cheekbones and nose. Brown
eyes and a trim figure in a summer dress showed off her
small but perfect breasts. Obviously no bra.
Traci wondered just what they could talk about.
Bar hopping was not her bag. She smiled at Terry.
Terry leaned close. "Hi."
"Hello, glad to meet you." Terry smiled.
Dazzling teeth. So rare for a Brit.
"Last, we have a very last minute addition to our
group, the exquisite Elizabeth. Elizabeth is Barbara's
personal and quite private secretary. Just only today,
Elizabeth came out of the closet and joined tonight's
fun." (Lots of applause.) Donna leaned down and gave
her a big hug.
"That's from all of us. Welcome from everyone!"
(More applause)
"Since I got to choose, I selected Elizabeth for
myself. After all, it's her first night out with the
girls and she'll need special handling." (Lots of boos
and ribald comments, then laughter.) Elizabeth was
grinning and blushing deeply at the same time. She
suddenly realized the night might actually be fun. She
leaned past Donna and glanced at Barbara. She was
thrilled to make immediate eye contact. Barbara
winked. Maybe it was possible that they could have a
relationship.
Donna was still talking.
"OK. Oh, the waitress is one of us, so you can
relax around her. But behave. Barbara, give her an
outrageous tip. Now, don't get her in trouble. Right.
On to dinner. Then whatever. Now it IS supposed to be
an ORGY, so SOMEBODY come back to my place for some
games later, or I'll be very disappointed." She sat.
Everyone applauded and the table broke into polite
conversation.
The menus were handed around, drinks ordered and
hearty meals sorted out. Quiet at first, as they made
each other's acquaintances, the table noise rose after
a few minutes and soon they were all chatting like old
friends. Everyone was very excited about the fact they
were planning on doing something very naughty that none
of them had ever engaged in before. But no one was
very sure how it would all begin.
All but Sherry. Poor Sherry was almost speechless
with excitement. And Hilda played her along, enjoying
her control over the helpless girl. A deer in the
headlamps! Most of her life, Hilda had considered her
super large breasts as something to be ashamed of.
Ugly. Until she found out that quite a few men and,
less frequently, women, found them extremely sexy. And
some had absolute fixations about them. When she found
one of these people, she just used this overpowering
attraction to control the relationship in any way that
occurred to her. Since she loved sex with women, she
always made sure the price for access to her tits was a
lot of sexual service. Tonight, she planned it to be
no different.
"You've got to eat, deary. Here, let me order for
you. You have to eat something." Hilda the menu into
Sherry's hands and helped her to order. Sherry was in
a daze. "There. Now, tell me all about yourself."
With effort, Sherry began to talk about where she
lived, what she did. Hilda maintained an amused
interest as Sherry continued to talk to her tits.
"You've really got it bad." Hilda finally said.
"I. I know. I don't understand what is happening
to me. I've always liked big breasts, but this last
week it's like I can't think of anything else. I want
to have them too. I can't get enough of them. I must
be a real sicko. It's so sexist."
Hilda put her hand on her arm. "Well, maybe it is
a bit extreme. But, we all have things we truly enjoy,
perhaps too much. For me, it's chocolate. Well, there
is one other thing, but that's the surprise."
Sherry looked worried. "You aren't going to tie me
up, are you?"
"Heavens no!" Hilda laughed. "Nothing at all like
that. Now, here's dinner. I'm starved."
Sherry brightened and began to eat. It diverted
her attention for a while. She squirmed a bit to ease
the pressure and tension in her belly. Butterflies
were racing around inside and she was already very
moist with anticipation. What could Hilda's surprise
be?
The Adventures of Heather, Part 27E [E-H]
by Ramapo
Heather and Shannon were now chatting like old
friends.
"I've been good all summer. I promised I'd be good
and not cheat, but it's been so hard."
Shannon explained to Heather. She looked sideways at
Heather's abundant curves. Gosh, this was a mistake.
She'd never get through the night.
"That's very loyal of you. What kind of art
history have you gotten interested in?"
"Well, it's a bit strange, but Egyptian art seems
to really attract me. I've been working on a project
all summer to recreate in perfect detail one of the
outfits of Queen Hapshetsut. As a matter of fact, I
finished the outfit last week and now am writing up the
report. What I really need is...." Her eyes went
wide. "Listen, I need pictures of someone in the
outfit, and you would be perfect! You're just the
right height and build. We'll, the boobs are a bit
much, but that would just make the effect all that more
impressive!"
"What, tonight? When would we have time to do
that?" It sounded different though, and quite
unexpected!
"Sure, we could do it. Finish up eating, skip
dessert and go over to the museum and take the
pictures. A couple of hours should do it. Are you
game?"
Heather couldn't see herself as an Egyptian. The
picture just wouldn't come for her. But, Shannon was
nice, and it would be something very different. "Sure,
why not. But I don't think this is what Donna had in
mind."
"Oh, I think Donna would approve." Shannon had a
impish grin and turned to the hot food just put in
front of her.
Heather began to eat. An Egyptian queen. She
tried to remember what they wore. Vague images of
statues and heads came to her, but nothing very clear.
Finally, she gave it up and concentrated on eating.
Barbara and Lilly didn't talk much during dinner.
They both felt a bit ill at ease and struggled to find
something in common. Donna said they would have
something in common, but so far they weren't
connecting.
Barbara finally said, "We don't seem to have much
in common, do we?"
"No. The only thing we haven't talked about is
school."
"Well, I went to St. Martins up north," Barbara
said, knowing it was small and very exclusive.
"What! That's where I went! I mean, in different
years than you, I'm sure." Lilly exclaimed.
Barbara was amazed. "That is amazing. How did
you wangle that?" She suddenly had a new respect for
the girl. It required lots of money and even more
important, pull.
"Rich Uncle who expected me to marry into wealth
and had enough clout to get me in. I graduated with
honours. But he didn't know I was gay and there was no
hope for his plan." She laughed.
They raised their glasses and toasted their alma
mater.
"Barbara, you seem like you have a lot more on
your mind than this evening, if I may be so bold."
"Well, it's no secret that my husband isn't exactly
a stay at home type, if you know what I mean, and I've
worked hard at figuring out how to curtail his
activities in that direction. I think I've got some
leverage now, but I'm not sure how to use it."
"Leverage? Oh, you've got something on him.
Pictures?"
"Of him? Heavens no! Of the women." Barbara
laughed.
"I'm not sure how that would work. Surely they
have nothing to loose from a fling with him."
Barbara told her what the girls had done at the
party. She reached in her purse and pulled out a
couple of the shots. The negatives were under safe
lock and key.
Lilly gasped when she recognized the women the
pictures. "I know all three of these women. I mean,
the ones getting done here. They come in my bar all
the time! And I can tell you that your husband isn't
the only one ploughing their fields."
"Well, I don't know how to stop it without exposing
myself."
"Well, let's go for a walk and figure it out. With
these pictures, surely we can stop them and protect you
and your husband." Barbara settled the tab and gave an
enormous tip to the waitress, then they excused
themselves and went for a walk. After an hour, they
drifted up to Lilly's flat, poured a couple of stiff
drinks and continued plotting and planning. The hours
drifted by and they both got a bit drunk and began to
giggle as they thought up more and more outrageous
solutions. It was when Lilly was bending over and
pouring another drink and caught Barbara staring down
her blouse at her very visible tits that she made a
move and kissed Barbara.
Barbara responded and Lilly began to unbutton her
blouse and lightly stroke her small hard breasts. She
whispered in Barbara's ear, "I think this is what Donna
had in mind for us."
Barbara closed her eyes and let Lilly take the
lead. She wasn't sorry.
Donna and Elizabeth chatted during dinner and were
the last to leave. Out on the street, Elizabeth turned
and said, "I know this is a bit bold, but what I need
right now is a good fuck. Are you game? God, I can't
believe I just said that!"
Donna smiled, linked her arm in Elizabeth's and
said, "That is the best idea I've heard all day. Come,
my lady, and let me devour you until you've had your
fill."
And down the street they went. The waitress
watched them go, wishing they had invited her along to
the party. She turned away from the window and began
clearing the table. Donna was suddenly back at her
elbow. "Would you like to join us later?"
"Yes. Yes, please!"
Donna pressed a key and directions into her hand.
"Don't keep us waiting!"
"Can I bring my roommate?"
"Ummm, OK, but no one else, right?"
"Promise."
And Donna rejoined Elizabeth and headed off at a
fast clip. They were both eager to get their evening
started as quickly as possible.
Terry looked over at Traci. She was immediately
very attracted to this beautiful, polished woman.
Shapely, poised, self-confident. Her own style was a
bit different. She favoured the blowsy look, with hair
a bit too big and loose, clothes a bit tight. Blatantly
sexy at times, like tonight. She hung out in bars a
lot, looking for a woman to sleep with, putting up with
the constant attempts of men to pick her up. She
favoured picking up straights and seducing them as
mostly a contest. Traci was clearly not straight.
But, she was attracted to her anyway.
Traci studied Terry as they talked. Near the end
of dinner, Traci admitted she was tired from the trip
and probably shouldn't have come to the party. She was
afraid she'd disappoint everyone.
"Well, let's go back to my place for a bit and just
talk then." It sounded like a lovely idea. No
pressure. Just relaxing chatting.
Terry smiled secretly as they got in her car for
the short ride to her flat. Phase one was working just
fine. I have just the cure for being a bit tired, she
was thinking to herself.
Barbara and Lilly hit on a simple plan to use the
pictures. It would involve Lilly's help, but protect
Barbara. Lilly had moved behind Barbara and begun
rubbing her shoulders and back. It felt marvellous and
Barbara leaned into the soothing contact. She was glad
Donna hadn't paired her with Elizabeth because she was
almost certain that at the actual moment of making
love, she'd suddenly get scared, or realize that this
attraction to women she had been developing was nothing
but a passing interest. She didn't want to hurt her or
force her away. The last two days had taught her just
how close she was to her and the last thing in the
world she wanted was to loose her as a friend. She
knew it might prove impossible for Elizabeth to accept
a continued platonic relationship now, but there wasn't
anything she could do about that. This chance to
explore with Lilly might help resolve some of her own
fears and get her own mind straight about who she was,
anyway.
Barbara took another long pull on her glass of
wine and drained it. Lilly's hands were gentler now.
She had pulled Barbara's blouse out of her slacks and
the tips of her fingers were tracing the small of her
back just above the belt line.
She turned and looked at Lilly. "Take me to bed
and make love to me."
Lilly wanted that, but held back. "I thought you
and Elizabeth, well, were...."
"I don't know what we are right now. I'm very new
to even thinking about women this way. It's exciting
and scary and quite confusing."
"Have you ever.....?"
"No. Well, there was that encounter with Heather
on the plane, but it was just, well, not exactly the
full experience. Frankly, I need to try this out and
see how I feel. Please don't be offended."
Lilly sat for a long moment. She would be
Barbara's first. It had been a long, long time since
she had had an opportunity to be anyone's first.
"I promise to be gentle and stop if you want. I
won't be offended in the least. I had all those
feelings once a long, long time ago while growing up.
I almost forgot how terrified I was of really admitting
who I was or might be. I understand, really." Lilly
sat silent.
Then she hugged Barbara and took her hand and lead
her back to the bedroom. Once there, she closed the
door and pulled the blinds. It was dark in the room
now and Barbara heard Lilly moving around, covers being
pulled off the bed. And then she was back, a soft warm
presence just in front of her.
"Let me undress you. Close your eyes and just
enjoy the experience. We're going to go real slow.
When you're ready." Her fingers brushed Barbara's lips
and down her neck and began slowly unbuttoning the
already loose blouse. The long nails felt good as they
gently scrapped along the skin between her breasts and
the buttons came away. Fingertips travelled over her
belly and naval and she trembled a bit. It tickled
just a bit, but she felt her ardour rising. Lilly was
moving very slowly and making a small project out of
each button.
Then the blouse was open and cool air flowed
around her warming waist, followed by Lilly's warm
hands, tracing her curves above her hips and up under
her arms, then forward to the swell of her breasts in
her bra, but not touching there, not yet. Barbara
found herself wanting Lilly to touch her there, to
fondle her. Her nipples hardened. And Barbara's
breath came faster and she sighed very gently.
Lilly became very excited herself as she realised
Barbara was becoming excited and fought her own desire
to move faster. Slow would be better. The rest would
come later. Now she was sure.
Fingers slid the blouse over her shoulders and it
fell, a low swoop in the back and hung from Barbara's
arms and the crook of her elbows. Lilly moved behind
her and began to stroke her long neck and upper back.
Lilly could feel the goose bumps on Barbara's skin rise
and fall from the sensation of cool air and warm hands.
She eased the blouse down her arms and it fell at their
feet.
Barbara was now tingling. She felt herself
becoming more and more relaxed as this gentle woman
continued to pleasure and undress her. She sighed
again, louder.
Lilly's practised fingers found the bra clasp at
the back and the straps went slack. Barbara didn't
need much support, but the release left her nipples
scraping the back of the material in the cups and they
hardened and wrinkled. Tiny sparks were shooting down
her front and into her brain from the now very
sensitive tips. Lilly's hands slid around her sides
and pushed the cups free and the air hit her nipples,
followed a second later by the very warm, soft skin of
the palms of Lilly's hands as they cupped the firm
breasts and drove the nipples hard against her skin.
The cold followed by heat was electric and Barbara's
chest was almost glowing with heat.
"Oh!" She sighed more than exclaimed. "How
delightful."
"You have beautiful breasts. So firm. The
nipples so hard to the touch."
Lilly moved around front and Barbara trembled as
Lilly took a hard pebble of nipple between her lips,
then pulled the areola inside her mouth, then more of
the breast and began to wash the sensitive skin with
her tongue. Wet and heat poured in as the sensations
flowing from her chest and Barbara's breath was now
very ragged. Lilly moved from swelling to swelling,
savouring the wonderful taste of this woman's skin, the
hardness of the pebble in her mouth against her tongue.
Her hands were busy, tracing curves of lower back and
belly, then releasing Barbara's top buttons on the
pants at the side and the zipper slid down silently and
the pants fell to the floor.
Barbara was lost in sensations and arousal like
she had rarely every experienced before and her arousal
was cascading upward. Her pants fell and the cool air
hit her belly above her bikini panties and the tension
building between her legs spread upward in a wave.
Lilly moved her back to the edge of the bed and eased
her down on it.
She stripped to her own underwear, but left the
bra and panties on. Then she pulled Barbara's sandals
off and her pants fell by the edge of the bed. She
rubbed Barbara's feet for several moments in long
strokes, diverting Barbara's attention from the glow
above and then she began to pull toes into her mouth,
washing them with her tongue.
This was totally unexpected and Barbara groaned
and gasped loudly. It felt wonderful! And powerfully
sexy in a way she couldn't describe. Lilly was taking
complete control of her body and this was just another
stop on the way to, to what? Bliss. Barbara groaned
again as Lilly's hands moved up and down her calves and
back of her legs at the knee. That was a sensation
Barbara loved and always made her hot. Tonight, it was
petrol on an already raging fire that was sweeping her
away.
Lilly moved onto the bed beside Barbara and
returned to kissing her breasts and neck, slowing
working down to her stomach and the tops of her
panties. Then back up. Then down. This time, Barbara
lifted her hips and Lilly slid the panties down to her
knees in a practised motion. Bending her legs, moved
them to her ankles and then stepped out of them.
The kisses progressed to the top of her bush and
Barbara was so excited her pussy had swollen and opened
and presented an open invitation to be entered.
Lubrication glistened in the dim light between the
lips.
Lilly knew it was time to take Barbara to her
orgasm, that she was ready. More than ready. The
sweet aroma of Barbara's strong arousal filled the room
and Lilly was more than just a little excited herself.
She sat back and swiftly removed the bra from her own
somewhat larger breasts. They drooped and swung down
and free and the nipples scrapped along the sheet as
she moved back to Barbara's belly. Her hands moved
back and pushed her own panties off her hips and down
to her knees. A practised knee came up and the panties
were caught on her heel and pushed down and off her
other leg. Her pussy was on fire.
The kisses moved lower through the sparse bush and
finally, she was kissing the very top of the waiting
womanhood. Her left hand was tracing circles on the
back of Barbara's thighs, still bent at the knee and
above the bed, and her right was squeezing the right
nipple, cupping the breast from the side..
A darting tongue slid into the top of the crack,
above the hood of Barbara's now rigid clit. The
sensation caused Barbara to shudder and push back at
the tongue. If she had thought she might rebel at
another woman doing this to her, the thought was gone
as the tongue found her.
"Oh, yes. My. Oh, My. That.....is......so.....I
don't believe....Oh!" Barbara raised and her left arm
and pressed the back of Lilly's head down into her.
Her other arm came up and fell over her eyes and she
gasped. She was on fire now and could feel and
approaching orgasm. Normally, she could control the
pace, but now, she was on a raging flood of waves of
tension and heat and she slid further and further out
of any conscious control.
Lilly's breasts were swaying and rubbing the
sheets as she rode Barbara's heaving mons up and down.
The nipples were on fire, a feeling that had her pussy
swollen and her own sexual tension rising higher and
higher. She swung one leg over Barbara's still
upraised knee and began to rub her well lubricated lips
over the thrusting thigh. The pressure was just
perfect for her and she buried her face back in
Barbara's totally exposed pussy. As her tongue entered
deep into Barbara for the first time, a hot flood of
pent up fluid flowed from her and Lilly swallowed
quickly and kept licking deep inside.
Barbara's arm slammed the bed and she lifted her
head and began to thrash. Well beyond the point where
she normally orgasmed, the tension drove her higher and
higher and she began to wail a non-stop litany of
blessings and curses. Her hand remained buried in
Lilly's hair and she pressed her harder and harder
against her. The heat of Lilly's now very slippery
cunt on her thigh was adding to her own excitement. In
addition, the thigh was thrashing from side to side as
Barbara's body spasmed from the waves of electricity
racing up and down her spine.
Lilly was there, hanging on the threshold of
orgasm, her belly pulsing with rapid tremors. In
seconds, she'd come. She fought to distract herself,
wanting Barbara to join her. She lifted up to remove
the pressure from between her legs but the leg lifted
to follow her. Barbara was trying to respond and
unconsciously followed the retreating pussy up a few
inches and found it again.
"God....." Lilly moaned into the depths of
Barbara's cunt. The purple lips spread across the
surging thigh and a fresh flow spread down the side of
the leg and dripped on the bed.
"Ahhhhh!" Barbara continued to wail. Lilly raked
her tongue over Barbara's rigid clit over and over and
then, Barbara stiffened and her orgasm began with a
massive shudder that drove her down into the bed and
back up. Her leg drove down on the bed and Lilly, no
longer supported by the hot flesh, felt herself fall
back down onto the leg and the scraping of her clit
along the barely noticeable stubble on Barbara's leg
shot a lightening bolt through her belly and up her
spine and she came seconds behind Barbara.
The spot of white light exploded in Barbara's
brain and she orgasmed in a series of pulses that
exploded again and again in her belly, the tension and
release flooding her with pleasure and tingles of
shooting heat and tingles. Her fist had balled the
sheet as she gripped it over and over and now her arm
was rigid as she pulled the sheet harder and harder.
"Uhnnnnnngh. Ungh! Ungh! Ahhhhh.......yes,
oh yeeeessssss.....shimmmmm....."
Lilly was lost in her own bliss and she continued
to bump down hard on the hard thigh, her second orgasm
racing behind the first and this time, she slid into it
and floated away on the wave of tension that stiffened
her, then released in short jerks over and over.
It was several minutes before she crawled back up
and lay with Lilly. Barbara stroked her arm and hugged
her close.
"Now that was the best orgasm I've ever had!"
Lilly was pleased. She knew she was a good lover.
It was nice to hear, just the same.
"I think you were really ready to let your guard
down and let your true feelings out." Lilly softly
suggested.
"Well, I don't think there's any doubt about that!"
She eased off the bed and found the door. Back from
the bathroom a minute later, she pushed Lilly back on
the bed and lowered her head to the woman's breast. "My
turn." She mumbled as she returned the favour. Lilly
sighed and stroked Barbara's belly with the back of her
hand. Barbara caught on fast. She sighed and moaned.
The hours slipped away.
The Adventures of Heather, Pt. 27F [A-H]
By Ramapo
Traci followed Terry upstairs to her flat and
Terry disappeared into the kitchen to fetch some wine.
Traci wandered about the place a bit and her eye caught
on an open gym bag that appeared full of leather and
other things. Some metal. She realized suddenly that
it was bondage gear. Terry was a little more wild than
she realized.
Terry came back and saw her looking down into the
bag. She placed the wine and glasses on the table and
began to pour.
"Sometimes I enjoy that stuff."
"Bondage? I don't know much about it. I guess I'm
not attracted to it."
"Oh," Terry glanced over, trying to stay cool and
relaxed, "I never dreamed I was interested either,
until someone at a party put some things on me just to
show me how they worked and all. I got really turned
on and realized I liked it. So, I've experimented a
bit." She handed a glass to Traci. She glanced down
at Traci's chest. She liked the way Traci's boobs
jiggled in waves when she walked. Tight perfect waves.
Traci took a mouthful of wine and set the glass
down on a shelf and pulled a long bar out of the bag.
It had loops at the end.
"Spreader bar. You can adjust its length with the
release in the center. Loops at the end go around the
ankles. The metal loop in the center is for other
things to be tied to." Terry made it sound matter of
fact. She glanced over at Traci, who was studying the
bar. She put her hands in the loops. The were coated
with soft velvet. Strong, but soft.
"Bondage can be used to immobilize, cause pain,
cause fear, cause excitement. The person who is bound
is in the total control of the person with them. It
requires a lot of trust. A lot of trust."
Traci put the bar down and pulled a harness out of
the bag. It was many loops of very soft leather, with
studs. She turned it around and around and couldn't
figure it out.
"Here, I'll show you." Terry took it and set it
down. She unbuttoned her blouse and stripped it off.
Her bra was very skimpy and her full breasts overflowed
the top, barely covering her nipples. She saw Traci's
admiring glance. She turned and unhooked the bra and
tossed in on the sofa. She studied the loops and
turned it around and slipped her arms thru two loops
and up over her shoulders. The loops settled above and
below her breasts, and more were around her waist in a
web and down to her waist, like a cut out merri-widow.
She turned and said, "Pull the tabs through the loops
and pull each one as tight as you can. Really tight."
There were five straps with matching metal loops
on the other side and Traci pulled each one as tight as
she dared.
"No, tighter. Don't worry about hurting me. I
don't bruise easily and it works best if it's as tight
as you can make it."
Traci hesitated, but pulled each strap until the
leather cut deep into the woman's skin.
"Good. There. What do you think?" Terry turned
and her eyes were smoky with excitement. The effect on
her front was amazing. The leather loops around her
breasts were now tight against her chest cage and her
boobs were squeezed into an amazingly small circle. In
spite of their size, they stood out like large cannon
shells of taught skin. The nipples were erect. Terry
could barely breath and her face was flushed.
"Wow! That must hurt!"
"No. Honest. Can't you see how excited it get's
me? My nipples are on fire. Touch the skin on my
titties. Can you feel how tight they are? Like when
we were just getting big and they ached all night from
growing faster than the skin would stretch."
Tracy ran her fingers over the drum tight skin.
It was hard to even put a dent in them. It was a while
before Traci said. "Here, I'll release you."
Terry looked disappointed but turned and said
nothing. The straps loosened and her breasts sagged a
bit and she slipped out of the harness. She turned,
but left her top off. Traci said nothing and took
another swallow of wine.
Next Traci picked up something that looked like a
ball.
"Ball gag. There's lots of different sizes in the
bag. They're all clean. Here, I'll put this one in
your mouth." Traci opened up and Terry squeezed the
ball in to a smaller size and pushed it past Traci's
teeth. Traci was surprised to feel it expand and fill
her mouth comfortably, but completely.
"Try to talk."
Traci said a few words and nothing came out. She
couldn't move her tongue, now trapped against the floor
of her mouth. She could moan deep in her throat and
make some muted sounds back there, but speaking or
yelling was out of the question. It was impressive.
Traci reached between her teeth and got a good
hunk of the ball between her thumb and index finger and
pulled it out.
"You really can't make much noise, can you?"
"Nope. A church mouse. Really helps if you're
into the pain stuff or somebody's a complainer."
"A complainer?"
"Oh, it's the humiliation they like and the more
they complain, the more they get punished and
humiliated. Some people are just born whiners and it's
hard to be working with them, so you shut them up a
bit."
The bag was full of other stuff. Hoods. Dildoes,
both anal and vaginal, some of unusual shapes, all
designed to be attached to other things. At the bottom
was a pair of beautiful patten leather stiletto heel
boots that came up to mid thigh when she held them up
to herself. Black. Very shiny. Metal loops stuck out
of the back of the heels and the in side of each heel.
"I just got them. Cost me a pretty packet, too.
Special order. Hey, your shoe size looks right or a
bit smaller. Try them on."
Traci took another shot of wine. She was feeling
it now. Dinner plus a glass here. Or was it two? She
couldn't remember. She slipped off her shoes and pants
and placed the pants over the back of the chair. The
boots took some doing, but she stood up and walked over
to the very large floor to ceiling mirror in the
bedroom just off the living room. She realized there
were mirrors all over the room. She liked it.
The boots looked fantastic. She had great legs
and very long thighs (Heather loved to shave her) and
tonight they never looked better.
She heard a whistle behind her. She turned and
Terry was grinning and handed her another full glass of
wine. "Now, I should look so good in them. Very, very
sexy!"
"Hard to walk in though, with the loops." She
sipped wine and looked in the mirror, turning and
admiring herself.
"Care for the rest of the outfit?" Terry was
casual, almost teasing. She was holding her breath.
Traci kept turning. "Sure, why not." She put the
glass down and began to unbutton her blouse. She was
just releasing her gorgeous tits from their satin
encasements when Terry returned with the halter and the
bag. She was dripping with excitement.
"Umm, we should have gotten the panties off before
the boots went on. Oh, well, you can't have
everything."
"They should go." Traci was a little unsteady on
her feet. She pushed the panties down and fought the
leg holes up and over the tops of the leather and then
pushed them down hard. It was a struggle for the first
six inches, then her thighs narrowed and they went
down. Terry leaned down and pushed them over the metal
loops and Traci stepped out of them. Terry looked up
and was at the level of Traci's very plush black bush.
The faint aroma of Traci's pussy reached her and her
excitement grew.
"God, Traci, what great tits. I've been watching
them all night. Mesmerizing, that's what they are."
"That's what Heather says all the time. She can't
keep her eyes off them. And I like it that way."
Terry moved behind Traci and reached past her and
held the harness out. She moved in close and her own
breasts flattened out on Traci's warm back. The heat
from her swollen flesh spread into Traci and Traci
instinctively moved back and into the warmth.
She held her hand up and into the holes that Terry
indicated. As the harness settled back, the bulging
flesh of her tits began to squeeze into the small
openings, but flattened back and progress was stopped
"No problem." Terry reached around, using the
mirror to let her see, and began to squeeze the flesh
through the holes from the side, pushing more and move
of it through. Traci's tits now stood straight out and
bulged in a way she'd never seen. And they were tight,
just like Terry told there they would be.
"Hurt?"
"No, pleasantly tingly, just like you said."
"OK, breath out and hold it."
Traci obeyed and in a flash, Terry tightened all
five straps and Traci felt her ribs compress as the
leather encased her in a very tight embrace. Her tits
now felt like they would explode, the skin was so
tight. She grunted.
"Breath."
Traci found she could barely draw any breath.
Shallow breathing at best.
"Awfully tight. Can't breath much."
"Perfect." Terry handed her some wine. And Traci
swallowed the rest. Very lightheaded, she staggered to
the bed and sat.
Terry joined her there, bringing the bag. "Now,
let me show you some other nice benefits." She ran her
fingernails over the stretched skin on the tits and
nipples. They burned and ached. The fire increased.
Terry trapped each nipple in her nails and squeezed the
rock hard flesh. An intense spark shot down her front.
Traci gasped and groaned. One of Terry's hands
kept busy on a breast and the other disappeared below
the edge of the bed. Traci was away of activity near
her feet, but paid no attention to it. The feelings in
her breasts had her very aroused.
"Stand."
With Terry's help, she was on her feet and very
wobbly.
Elbows back honey. She did it without thinking
and a bar slid along her back and past her arms. She
could no longer move her arms.
She started to protest and Terry popped the ball
gag into her mouth before she saw it coming. She was
beginning to panic and couldn't breath. Her tits were
on fire and her pussy not far behind, and fear was
trying to drive the cobwebs from her mind.
Terry spun her around and pushed her onto the bed
face down on her hard boobs. The exploded in a wave of
pain that settled back into more fire. She suddenly
felt the unexpected spreader bar between her feet,
attached at the metal inside boot loops, just as Terry
unlatched in and extended it another foot and locked it
again.
She felt tugging at her back and the her feet were
jerked around and her feet were suddenly pulled up
backwards and the bar trapping her arms was pulled down
a bit. She only had the tiniest bit of mobility of her
arms and then Terry took that away as she slipped
leather straps around her arms just above the elbows
and pulled her elbows together behind her back.
Another strap went around her waist and wrist clamps
were attached to rings on the waist belt. There was no
pain, but her tits were exploding with ache. She
groaned.
Terry rolled her onto her side and slowly off the
bed. The floor had a soft gym mat she hadn't noticed
and she was eased onto her knees She sat back on her
heels and Terry instantly tightened the strap from the
bar to her heels.
"Comfy?" Terry was so excited as she stripped
naked.
Traci stared. She was excited and afraid. This
girl had her totally in her control. It was so fast.
Terry kneeled in front of her. "Now, I said you
have to completely trust your partner. I'm not crazy
and I have no intention of hurting you. I find this
intensely exciting, to tie other people up. Then
masturbate in front of them. It's my thing. Now, I
know you are afraid at this point, but I can tell you
are also very excited. I'm going to wait a few minutes
and ask you if you want to be released. If you nod
your head up and down as yes, I'll let you go
immediately.
If you agree to stay tied up, I promise you a really,
really good time..
She ran her hands over the turgid tits and
squeezed them hard. They burned and Traci's pussy
burned in spite of her fear. Terry licked then and
left them to dry as she went to get more wine for
herself. She never knew if the person would demand to
be release and head for the police, or play along. But
she always played fair and always let them go if they
asked. She drank her wine and pulled some smaller
things out of another bag. Always be prepared for
success.
After five minutes, she re-entered the bedroom.
"Traci," she said softly, "would you like to be
released."
It was crazy. Traci didn't know this person. But
in the five minutes since Terry left, just thinking
about all the degrading things that could happen to her
got her so excited she couldn't believe it. There was
a pause. She should flee. Find Heather and run for
it.
She shook her head no.
Terry hugged her. "I'm going to take the gag out
now. No yelling, OK, it goes back in till we're done."
The gag came out. Traci still couldn't breath. She
was lightheaded.
More licking of her tits. Cold. Fire. Cold
fire. She was going to faint from excitement.
Something moved between her legs and Sherry smiled
as she inserted a long dildo up Traci's pussy.. She
was slick and it went right in, held by the narrow end
and a ring suddenly fitted over her hard clit. It
stung and she felt full. It was in very deep.
"Hurt?"
"No. God, I'm so hot."
"We are just getting you started, honey."
"I'm lightheaded. Too tight."
"Nope, just right. It's part of the effect."
"Now, these are going to hurt. A lot. Don't yell,
OK?" The warning was only seconds in front of the
action.
The nipple clamps hurt like hell and tears sprung
from Traci's eyes. She groaned. The pain increased
and became an insistent fire, spreading over her front.
Terry now hooked a wire to each nipple clamp and
pulled the breasts down by the clamps. As tight as
they were, they gave very little and it hurt a lot.
"Owwww!"
"Shush!"
Move movement between her legs. A dildo went up
her ass. Equally deep. She groaned. She loved anal
sex, but this was being lost in the pain and pleasure
pouring into her brain.
"Please." She had to breath.
Terry sat back from her and spread her legs. Her
sex was glistening and totally open with excitement as
she spread her legs almost complete opposite each
other. She picked up a dildo and Traci saw it was
attached to a box on the floor between them. Other
wires led up to her front, but she couldn't see over
her protruding chest. Her head spun. The more excited
she became, the less she could breath.
Terry began to stroke the lips of her pussy with
the end of the dildo. It was covered with bumps and
spikes and she groaned as it touched nerves and poked
at her clit and tender inner lips.
She continued this for some minutes, then stopped and
attached a small ring to her clit and rings to her own
tight nipples. More wires to the box.
More stroking. Then, the studded and obscene head
of the dildo eased past the inner lips and disappeared.
A wave of contraction rippled across Terry's belly and
tightened around the end of the dildo. The dildos
inside Traci jumped in response and a tingling shock
shot through her nipples.
Traci groaned loudly.
"This is the part where you get to watch me
masturbate. I hope you enjoy it as much as I am.
Ummmm.." More ripples. Traci squirmed. Her arousal
soared. And she got even more lightheaded. She was
floating. Pain and pleasure mingled and she danced
among them.
Terry was groaning as well. Her own rings were
being stimulated as well and she approached her first
orgasm. Her rings were stimulated far more strongly
than Traci's, allowing her to orgasm readily while
bringing Traci to orgasm far more slowly. Just as
Terry liked it. She would masturbate like this for
hours if her partner lasted.
Traci lasted. And lasted and lasted. Exhausted
from the trip, the wine, the meal and this sudden
encounter, she floated along for hours and Terry worked
up to orgasm after orgasm. Each caused Traci's dildo's
to jump and jerk about and her breasts to burn more and
more intensely, but she only approached orgasm slowly.
Her frustration was enormous and tears flowed down her
cheeks as she whimpered and moaned.
And then, for the first time ever, Terry knew she
herself was exhausted from the unexpectedly long
session. She changed a setting on the box between them
and the sensations increased in intensity, rising,
driving her higher and higher, and then, perfectly
timed with Terry's last orgasm, Traci fell off the edge
of the cliff and groaned and squeaked as she shook with
release.
Her breath was even more choked and her
lightheadedness turned into a flash of light and she
fainted.
It was several minutes later that she awoke in
Terry's arms. The vest was released but still around
her. The spreader bar and bar behind her back was
gone, as well as the rest of the restraints. Terry was
stroking her. It was some time before Traci could
focus.
"Are you OK, honey?" Terry had never had someone
go out for so long.
"I think so." Traci sounded shaky.
"Look, get on the bed and lay down a while. I'll
make us some coffee. Here, lets get the rest of this
off, the boots too." It was a struggle with the boots,
as always, but then Traci was naked and Terry pulled a
sheet and blanket over her.
In spite of her exhaustion, Traci felt somehow a
glow, a soothing warm relaxation from the intense
sexual experience.
Terry came back with a tray and a steaming pot.
"Here, drink a little. Listen, I went too far
tonight. Got carried away a bit, what with you lasting
so long and all. Are you sure you're OK?" She really
sounded concerned and scared.
"I'll be fine. It was a bit intense. And very
scary. I mean, it was so fast. I wasn't expecting you
to do that. And for me to be so helpless so fast."
"Yes, that's part of the plan to build fear and
enhance the sexual aspects."
"It's really assault, you know. Not telling me
first." Traci wasn't at all sure she trusted Terry.
Some of the residual fear was now turning to anger.
"I know. Really, I do. I guessed you'd enjoy and
not complain. Sometimes, I pick the wrong people to do
this to and I get in trouble."
"I'll bet you do. Is it worth the risk?"
"I've tried it the other way, you know, totally
voluntary, and so on. It's not the same. I think I'm
addicted to the high from the fear and all. It's
probably sick." Terry looked down.
"You have a point there Terry. You should see
someone. The voluntary part is fine for those who are
interested, but this way...." She trailed off. And
started to find her clothes and dress.
"Did you." Terry's voice was low. "Did you enjoy
it? At all?"
"Yes. Yes I did. It was very scary and very new
and your little box of tricks had me just crazy with
lust. When the orgasm came, it was very, very
intense." She tucked in her blouse and then sat next
to Terry on the bed. "But you really can't just assault
people this way. You could end up in jail."
"I know. I know. I don't seem to be able to help
myself."
"Well, go talk to someone about it. Now, let's go
find the rest of them at Donna's. Oh, my gosh, look at
the time!" They were both astonished at how the hours
had fled. They were out of the flat and walking
swiftly through the night. Traci took Terry's arm.
Terry felt relieved and wondered if they were the
last ones to head for the orgy. God, she didn't think
she had another orgasm in her.
The Adventures of Heather, Part 27G [A-H]
by Ramapo
Hilda led Sherry back to her bedroom. Sherry
would have followed her anywhere at this point, knowing
she was only seconds away from being able to handle and
suck the biggest tits she had ever seen.
At the bed, Hilda turned to face her and removed
her blouse. Somehow, Sherry had expected an
overweight, fleshy figure all over, but other than the
two masses of encased flesh cantilevered from the high
up on Hilda's ribcage, Hilda had a very nice figure,
with a flat stomach and not overly full hips. Nice
straight thighs and calves to small feet.
"You expected me to be fat, right honey?"
"No, I.....well, yes, I guess I did. I'm sorry."
"It's OK. Everyone does. God just gave me more
hormones than anyone else and didn't turn them off when
he should have. Here, help me with the bra." She
guided Sherry around to her back. The bra was
obviously custom made, with at least a dozen very
strong hooks at the middle of her back. It looked like
the material was some sort of industrial strength
spandex or something.
"Start at the bottom."
Sherry did as she was instructed, wondering how
the woman ever got dressed in the morning. Finally the
last of them were undone and Hilda turned around again.
"Now, take off the cups for me and let me show you
your surprise."
Even as hopelessly excited as Sherry was at this
point, she was a bit nervous. She ran her hands under
the bra straps from the side and eased the enormous
cups down and off. The flesh sagged as the support was
removed. The areolas were dark brown and were, well,
proportionately big. Very big. Bigger than the palm
of her hand, anyway. The nipple was a thick brown
nodule that stood up more than a little. Slowly, her
hands ran over the flesh and she felt a wave of heat
between her legs from arousal. She knew her underwear
must be soaked and getting wetter by the second.
Her fingers reached the areolas and nipples and
gently stroked their wrinkled surface. She was
surprised when her fingers got wet and the dark skin
glistened with wet.
She pulled her hands away and looked up at Hilda,
who had a big grin and eyes half closed, a purring look
of contentment on her face.
"Are you surprised dear?" It was a whisper.
"What? I don't understand?" Sherry asked.
"I'm lactating. Come, have a drink."
Sherry felt confused and not a little bit
repulsed. Lactating? Milk? The woman was giving
milk!
But it made no real difference in the end.
Sherry's addiction was too strong and Hilda gently
guided her head down again to the thick nipple and
placed it between her lips. A hot tongue rasped over
the nipple and then Hilda gasped and groaned words of
encouragement. Sherry started to suck hard, by reflex
it seemed. The very thought of drinking the milk of
another woman felt wicked and excited her. She sucked
again, her cheeks hollowing. Now she knew why the
breasts were so turgid, they were plump with milk!
Hilda's milk let down in a rush and a steady flow
poured from the nipple, with Sherry pulling and gently
chewing on the nipple with her lips, now swallowing
fast to keep up. Soon, she moved to the other breast
and it too filled her mouth with warm nectar. Back and
forth until the fluid almost totally ceased.
Hilda slid her right hand palm up down Sherry's
flat stomach and inside her scant panties. There was
no hesitation as the fingers flowed through the neatly
cropped hair and then into the now puffy and waiting
pussy. Sherry groaned and humped the fingers as two of
them disappeared inside, a deep penetration, filling
her and pressing down hard on her clit. The fingers
thrashed around and pumped in and out and Sherry's
body, lost in the lust of breast gratification, rushed
toward an orgasm. Sherry crashed over the top into
oblivion before she had any sense of the frantic rush
and release. It knocked the wind out of her and she
gasped and grunted several times, milk spilling from
her lips, running down the engorged flesh onto the
Hilda's belly. She began to lick to get it all back.
The fingers continued to pump and again Sherry
lost control as her mind filled with stars and
lightning bolts slammed into her belly. One thing
Sherry knew how to do was to totally relax and let her
body go when an orgasm approached and tonight, she was
floating in a mist of lust from the rapid fire
releases.
It was many minutes before she began to slow down
and ease away from the mounds of flesh, now exhausted.
Hilda's breasts now spread out over her upper
belly, the soft bags no longer so tense and strained.
Even so, their enormity made it impossible for Hilda to
look down and see Sherry's face as Sherry lay her head
on Hilda's stomach to rest.
"Did you like that?" Hilda purred.
"Oh, yes. It was so wicked. I never expected
that. Never. I can't believe we did this." Sherry
sighed.
"Would you like to do it again before you go?"
"So soon, I thought...." Sherry lifted her head
to look over the mounds.
"Well, we have to give them a bit of a chance to
recover, deary, but in an hour or so, I think I can
accommodate you."
Sherry sat up.
Hilda knew all the questions that were in Sherry's
mind, and as they passed the time, Hilda filled Sherry
in on how her breasts had begun to develop early and
just never stopped until recently. And how she had
become a wet nurse for a sick child at the nearby
hospital and discovered the erotic sensation of giving
milk. And finding out that several of her girlfriends
were excited about it as well. Getting the Dr. to give
her some hormone shots to keep the milk coming over the
months since the child got well was easy.
"Hilda, what's it like to be so, well, huge?"
"Well, aside from an occasional chance to meet
someone like you, it's not much fun. I'd get them
reduced, but just don't have the money." For the first
time, Hilda sounded depressed or down.
Sherry sat in silence, then looked down on her own
perfectly formed B cup breasts, that never needed a bra
except to cover up her small very sensitive pebble
sized nipples. Clothes fit her right off the rack and
she knew she looked good in them. No, she looked great
in them. She looked back over at Hilda as she moved
around the room, back from getting a big drink of
water. The enormous, industrial strength bra hung over
a chair back. The cups were vast.
Hilda came back, rubbing her breasts on the side,
lifting they up a bit.
"I'm getting hard again dear. Like a bit more
before we head for the party?"
In spite of her slowly clearing head, she leaned
forward and began again to lick slowly, finally drawing
a nipple inside her hot mouth and the flood began
again. Smaller this time, to be sure, but a flood none
the less. She was still surprised that she liked the
way it tasted and emptied both breasts rather quickly.
Then, she pushed Hilda onto her back and began to
eat her. Hilda groaned and thrashed, linking one leg
over Sherry's shoulders, pulling her in even tighter.
Sherry didn't disappoint her.
The hours passed.
Hilda gave a yelp. "The time! The party! We've
got to get a move on!"
They rushed to get dressed and were out in the
street in minutes. Sherry had made up her mind.
The Adventures of Heather, Part 27H [A-H]
by Ramapo
"Where the hell are you taking me?" Heather
giggled nervously as they hustled through the dim isles
of the British Museum.
They had taken a cab to the back door from the
restaurant and had come in using Shannon's security
badge in the back door's mag stripe reader.
"Can't we look around a bit?" Shannon had a hand
firmly in her back and kept Heather moving smartly
along.
"No time. Sorry. Here, through this door. Watch
the steps. Go down two levels." There, a long hallway
opened before them with doors opening off it every few
yards. It smelled just a bit musty. Finally, Shannon
stopped and pulled a key from her purse and opened the
door. Inside, it was a smallish office absolutely
stuffed with cabinets and a small desk. The overhead
light and light on the desk managed to light the place
reasonably well.
"Wow, not much space." Heather commented. On the
top of one of the cabinets, Heather found herself
looking into the ancient gaze of Queen Hapshetsut
herself. The bust looked new. She reached out her
hand to touch the face.
"Ummm, please don't. It's the original. We have
to wear plastic gloves when we handle them, to keep the
oil and acid from our skin off the paint and stone.
Sorry."
"She was very beautiful."
"Yes, like you." Shannon replied.
Heather blushed. "OK, OK, when are you going to
tell me what's going on?"
Shannon had opened the door to the adjoining room
and pulled her inside. She was surprised to find a
nice carpet under her feet and blue drapes hanging from
the walls.
"We're going to dress you up just like the Queen.
Strip off." Shannon began to unbutton Heather's blouse.
"What? Here? Now?" Heather stepped back from
Shannon's eager hands, her blouse gapping open. Her
deep cleavage and upthrust breasts were pushing the
fabric open.
"Sure. I've wanted to do this since I first came
here, but you can't do it alone. But, I have keys to
all the stuff we need and you are perfect. Well, these
titties (her hands brushed over the firm flesh) are
bigger than we think she was, but, height, hair,
colouring, perfect. Come on, we'll take some pictures
to remember it." Her hands resumed their work.
Heather stepped back again. It sounded like fun.
She was grinning. "On one condition."
"What?" Shannon looked up.
"You strip off as well." Heather had a big grin
on her face.
"I can't. I promised my lover I wouldn't fool
around and this Summer I've managed to get this far,
but I'm not sure I can keep that promise with you
around. I'm very attracted to you. In case you hadn't
noticed."
"Tough. If you want me to prance around like the
Queen for you, we get naked together." Heather didn't
want to foul up Shannon's love life, but now that she
had laid on her demand, she didn't want to back off.
Reluctantly, Shannon gave in. "OK. But don't get
fresh." She eyed Heather. It was hopeless. She knew
she'd end up on the floor with this very likeable, sexy
American and already she felt the tension in her chest
and belly as her arousal climbed.
Heather stripped down and then peeled off her bra
and panties and faced Shannon. Shannon's eyes were
taking in Heather's abundant form. It was warm in the
room, but Shannon's gaze had Heather very hot and her
nipples were growing in length.
"Gosh." Was all Shannon could get out. She bit
her lower lip.
"Now you." Heather's voice was soft.
Shannon's body was pale and her skin so fine and
delicate it was almost translucent. The network of
fragile blue veins in her breasts was very visible,
leading to pink areolas and small nipples, standing out
just a bit and obviously very hard. There wasn't a
visible blemish on her whole body.
Heather stepped close and without warning, took
Shannon's right breast in her hand and held it. Then
she kissed her. It was a long kiss. It left Shannon
trembling.
"You promised not to get fresh." She whispered in
Heather's ear as their bodies flowed into each other.
The hot, firm flesh of Heather's right breast pressing
against her breastbone felt wonderful and she relaxed
against it.
"No I didn't. Are you really complaining?"
"No. Oh, this is nice." Shannon's right hand
travelled up from Heather's waist and began to explore
Heather's other breast. Now it was Heather's turn to
shiver a bit.
"Ummmmmm. I like that."
"So beautiful." Shannon half moaned in Heather's
ear.
They stood there together for a few moments and
Shannon slowly pulled back.
"I really do want some pictures. Can we wait a
bit. Don't be mad."
"I'm not mad. Sounds like fun. What do we do."
Heather grinned.
Shannon became quite animated. She pulled a chair
over and Heather sat down and in a flash, she was re-working Heather's
hair into an Egyptian style. With no
mirrors in the room, Heather couldn't tell what was
going on or what she looked like. After a bit, Shannon
moved Heather over by a small table at the side of the
room and produced a makeup kit. She carefully removed
the little makeup Heather wore and began to apply the
bold colours and black outlining used by the Queen.
Having painted quite a few statues of the Queen,
Shannon knew exactly what and where to apply it and her
hands moved quickly and accurately over and around
Heather's face.
"There." Shannon sat back. "Now, we are going to
dress you. Except for the sandals and the dress, the
rest of this stuff is really the original stuff from
her tomb. So be very, very careful. If anybody knew
we took it out and actually put it on you, I'd be
killed and out of a job so fast."
"Are you sure we should do this? I mean...."
"We'll be very careful. Hey, all I've done this
Summer is to eat and sleep with this babe. I've got
her on the brain. I want to see what she'd look like
with the stuff on. All these fuddy-duddies around here
would never dream of actually dressing someone up. OK,
let me go get the stuff from the cabinets. Back in a
few. Here, take this, but don't put it on just yet.
And, don't look in a mirror till we're all done, I want
you to be surprised."
"OK. I'll be careful."
Shannon had handed her an oddly shaped object that
had a bulbous handle and then what appeared to be a
scoop underneath, not unlike an ornate small grain or
seed scoop. She had no idea how she was to put it on.
Or where. She turned it over and on the bottom of the
scoop was the cartouche of the queen. At least that's
what she guessed it was.
Shannon came back and carefully attached a
delicate gold chain around her waist and let is rest on
her hips. It had small gold rings attached around it
and a dangle with a small pendant of green stone hung
down the back, pulling the chain between her cheeks.
It felt good. Heather noticed that Shannon's hands
lingered for just a moment over her ass as she guided
the dangle into place. Her nails left her buttocks
tingling.
"Ummmmmm...." Heather responded to the fondling,
instantly reacting to the tightening in her belly.
"Sorry." Shannon was beet red. "I..."
"Don't apologize, just dress me."
Shannon was back with three other chains. "These
idiots still haven't figured out what the queen did
with these. They think they're bracelets." She was
grinning.
She reached for Heather's left breast and nipple,
but drew her hand back. Heather could see her breath
had quickened.
"What's the matter?"
"I. It's getting me horny. Maybe we should stop.
I don't think....."
Heather just reached out and gently pulled her
hands onto her breast, feeling the nipple tighten and
tingle. "In for an ounce, in for a pound. We'll be
good. At least, we'll try."
Shannon stared at Heather, her hands burning hot
from the contact with Heather's very firm tit. Slowly,
she moved her eyes down and forced her hands to move,
but took the opportunity to stroke the breast lovingly.
She moved a small ring to the end of Heather's nipple.
"You have such gorgeous breasts."
"Thank you. So do you."
"This might hurt. She was obviously smaller than
you. I mean, her nipples."
"I'll be brave. Ouch!" Heather yelped.
The ring was suddenly all the way down at the base
of the nipple. The gold chain hung out a good five
inches from Heather's flat and fluttering belly,
swinging gently. The nipple burned from Shannon's
abrupt pinch and pull. The burn settled down into a
flow of hot sparks across her breast. She was so
focused and turned on by the feeling, she hardly
noticed Shannon reach for her other nipple and then,
the stabbing pain caused her to yelp again.
"Ouch! That hurts! At least at first. Then, it's
really getting me horny. My nipples are on fire."
Shannon was staring at the now totally turgid
points, sticking out to their unusual length. The two
chains swung.
"Wow. Those are some nipples."
"Shut up and rub them a bit. They sting. Maybe
the rings are too tight."
Shannon, her reluctance falling away by the
second, welcomed the invitation to rub the long dark
spears. They were rock hard in the palm of her hand
and the heat from her hand sent a wave of arousal down
Heather's front to her pussy.
"Ohhhhhh. That's more like it. Rub them hard."
Shannon obliged for a few seconds. Heather was
breathing hard and her eyes were closed. Shannon
started to lean forward to kiss her, but pulled back
when Heather opened her eyes. She dropped her hands.
"Now what?"
The question brought Shannon back to the subject
at hand. "We, ah, we. Here, we hook these rings
through the rings on the waist chain. And then, we
attached these dangles to the hooks on the chains from
your nipples." The weight of the beautiful teardrop
red stones was sending waves of heat through her chest
as the stones bounced slightly and swung from the
chains.
"God, Shannon, I'm getting so hot." The chain in
her butt was now pressing against her tightly and the
stone was banging on the inside of her thighs. Her ass
tingled.
"I can see that. Me too. As if you couldn't
tell." A beautiful rose blush was spreading across
Shannon's upper chest.
Heather stroked her shoulders, holder her eyes
locked with her own, then ran her hands down over the
translucent skinned teardrop breasts. Shannon's breath
caught from the heat of Heather's hands and then her
eyes fluttered as she lost her concentration. In a
flash, she was more turned on than she had ever been in
her life. Heather's hands fell away and Shannon opened
her eyes.
"Heather......"
"Get me dressed first."
"I don't think I can wait."
"Yes, hurry up and then we can."
Shannon brought over sandals and helped Heather to
get the complex wrappings right. By the time they were
done, Heather was near orgasm from all the sensations
in her ass and nipples from the swinging and jerking on
the flesh.
Next came neck chains of many kinds. Finally,
Shannon produced a pullover that was more sheer than
anything Heather had ever seen. Almost invisible on
her, it clung and hung to her form and yet somehow did
nothing to interfere with the chains and dangles. It
felt wonderful. Unexpectedly warm, but revealing
everything.
Then, Shannon came back with a tray and produced a
spectacular gold mesh piece that went to the base of
her neck and flowed over her shoulders and down over
the tops of her breasts, flowing into the valley
between them like some sort of cape. The weight
surprised her and further, it added to the steady
sensations in her tits and somehow, amplified them.
"OK. Now, the last piece." Shannon lifted the
grain scoop from the table.
"What the heck is that thing?" Heather had never
felt so alive, in a sexual trance. Her mind was a bit
fuzzy, but every nerve in her skin and groin seemed to
be directly plugged into her pleasure center and she
was building up to an overload. In spite of this, she
began to understand the scoop's true function as
Shannon gripped it from the base of the scoop and
turned the oddly bulbous handle" upward and toward
Heather's lower belly.
Heather answered her own question. "It's a dildo!"
she whispered and her pussy pulsed with excitement and
anticipation.
Shannon lowered it and raised the pullover. The
head of the dildo found Heather's prominent mound in a
smooth steady motion and then effortlessly buried
itself to the hilt in Heather's pussy. Shannon let go
and in spite of the intensely pleasurable distraction
of the sudden penetration, Heather was amazed it didn't
just fall out. Her muscles seem to fit perfectly
around the base of the bulb and held it firmly inside..
The odd shaped bulb inside her was pressing lightly on
her "G-Spot" and sending a steady stream of fire inside
her loins. Her pussy kept clamping down on it in
reflex and every time they did, it pressed on the spot
and sent a jolt straight up her spine.
The scoop was in fact a special shield that went
across the entire front of Heather's copious bush,
hiding it, yet pressing tightly back against her in a
very stimulating way. Her growing clit was being
guided up a carved channel in the back of the scoop and
was now pinned up and back, well past her swollen open
lips and up onto her pubic bone.
She was trembling now from all the stimulation and
felt an orgasm approaching.
"Shannon, God, I'm so close. I'm going to come any
second! Owww....." The moan somehow focused Shannon.
She had dreamed of doing this for so many nights as her
hand she pleasured herself in the dim light of her
bedroom. And now.......
Before her stood the most exotic figure she had
ever seen. It was Hapshetsut herself. Her goal within
reach, she somehow backed away and grabbed the camera
and charged the flash. Telling Heather instructions
quickly, she modelled this way and that as Shannon ran
through a quick roll and then changed film. Heather
was too far gone to argue and barely heard Shannon.
Somehow, she fought back the orgasm and followed
instructions.
"Hurry. I need to come so bad. I think I'm almost
there." Heather was breathless. The feedback cycle
between her legs and the bounce of the weights on her
tits was more than she could bear. Almost in total
overload, she cycled higher. Her breathing was almost
stopped from the tension and she was getting
lightheaded.
The flash startled her and interrupted the orgasm
just before it exploded. Another flash, then more and
more and then the second roll of film was used up.
Shannon set the camera down and came back and stood in
front of Heather.
Shannon was now letting herself fully share in the
excitement and a telltale trickle of come was smeared
on the inside of her thighs. It had been a long
summer. And now, her queen, Hapshetsut stood before
her and somehow it wasn't Heather anymore, but the
queen herself. And Shannon did what she knew the
female attendants would have done. For, Hapshetsut was
a lesbian.
Shannon slid her body against Heather and Heather
exploded at last in a wild cry and groan. Pressing her
own pubis tightly against the shell, the small bumps of
the cartouche on her side rubbed her clit and she began
to moan into Heather's mouth. The pressure pushed the
dildo back into Heather's womb and then released it.
It slammed back into Heather's "G" spot and Heather's
hips jerked hard into Shannon. Her clit hardened
further and she gasped as the motion repeated itself
again and again.
"My god, Shannnnnnn." Heather mumbled. "I'm going
to go again.. Ohhhhh."
"Me........" to, but it didn't come out as Shannon
wailed. "Aaahhhhhyyeeeeeee!" and her first orgasm
broke over the top and her insides pulsed and rippled.
Her nipples were rock hard and blood red from the
engorged flood in her chest. Sensitive in the extreme,
they rubbed against the sheer film of fabric and gold
mesh covering Heathers's upper body and burned with an
intensity that drove the breath from her.
And again.
And yet again. The minutes flew by as the
pleasure drove them on and on. A slick film of sweat
covered their bodies as they pounded against each other
in a steady rhythm, broken only by the rapid shudders
and occasional spasm of orgasm.
Somewhere between two rushes of fire, Heather
realized that Shannon was not only as hot as her, but
matching her orgasm for orgasm, something that even
Traci couldn't do. It was a first and the shared
excitement drove them on, higher and higher. A soul
mate. A pussy mate. At some level, the orgasms of one
triggered the next in the other. Heather was more out
of control and deeper into the power of pure lust than
anything she had ever known. She flowed down into the
heat and musk of the emotion and drove ever harder
against Shannon's swollen mons.
"We......have......to......stop.......Ahhhhh!!!"
Shannon gasped somehow, not wanting to in the least,
but knowing they had to get the stuff put away and get
out of the museum soon.
"Oh! Oh! NO! I CAN'T STOP!!! Yes. YES.
YESSSSSSSS!!!!" Heather's answer wasn't going to make
it easy. Her pelvis slammed into Shannon. Sparks flew
through their brains.
"Got TO!...Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes.. One more.
One more, then....One MORE!!!! Shannon promised
herself, it had to be the last. And five minutes and
one more enormous orgasm later, she pushed herself
back, gasping for air, her body still just as excited
as when they started. It amazed her. She liked sex
and was always an energetic partner, but this was
beyond anything she had ever experienced. To have come
like this, again and again, and still be ready for
more. No, not just ready. Almost addicted to having
more.
And another piece of her study of the queen fell
into place. Her slaves gave themselves willingly,
ready to do anything to be with the queen. Anything.
Her breathing slowed.
"Owwww. Come back. More." Heather reached for
her and Shannon backed up again.
"I want to. More than anything. Really. God,
look at my nipples. Ouch! Boy are they tender!"
Shannon wailed. They really hurt.
She reached to begin taking off various things.
Heather grabbed her and pulled her close. "More." She
slid her tongue deep into Shannon's mouth and Shannon
moaned. Two of Heather's fingers slid into her pussy
and now she cried out and the pumping fingers lifted
her back onto the pleasure wagon and pushed her over
the edge into orgasmic free fall. She came done and
managed to get some arm bands off.
Heather sucked her nipples and the pain exploded
in her brain and then intense heat and she had the
first nipple orgasm she'd ever experienced. But, then,
she managed to get a finger under the scoop neck and
pull down on the dildo. Heather's muscles fought back
and she clamped her legs together, but Shannon was
faster and it popped free and swung upside down and
Shannon placed it on the counter. The heavy aroma of
sex filled the room.
"Hey, I wasn't done yet." Heather complained.
"We have got to get out of here. Sooner or later
the guard will be by to check and it's been too long
already. Help me. Stop that! Come on." She slapped
Heather's wandering hand off her breast.
And slowly, Queen Hapshetsut became Heather again.
They left the makeup on as it would take too long to
remove. But the priceless artifacts went back into the
cases and Shannon packed the slip into its box to take
home, as it was hers. And the sandals.
She checked all the locks twice and then they
turned out the lights and retraced their steps and then
were outside in the night air.
They stopped and looked at each other. "Wow!"
They both said together. And laughed.
Arm in arm, they headed down the street. Just
before they got to the meeting place, Shannon stopped
and pulled Heather back into a dark doorway and they
kissed for a long time.
"I'm sorry for making you break your promise."
Heather stroked Shannon's face and hair. Shannon's
green eyes sparkled and shot green sparks into the
night as she gazed into Heather's face..
"I'm sorry you have to leave in a few hours. I've
never had a lover like this, I mean it was so
INTENSE..."
"Shush." Heather said softly. "Me neither. It
was fantastic. I don't want to leave either, but I
can't stay. Really."
"I know. And it's time for me to go home." She
paused. "You know, back at the museum, you...you
became my queen. The queen. It was weird. I think
about her all the time and seeing you like that...It
was like it went back in time."
Heather understood. She had felt like the queen.
Shannon's queen. And Shannon was her slave. Passion
roared through her and she found it hard to breath.
She forced herself to stop thinking about it. It
always scared her just how much she enjoyed dominating
others. It took her to sexual highs far above her
normally overactive response.
"And if I come back and visit you in Ireland and
become your queen again, you will be my slave?"
Heather asked only half serious.
"Oh. Yes. Oh, my yes." Shannon breathed, the
very thought of it sent another chill down her spine.
If only Heather would come back to see her.
They held each other a long time without speaking.
And then, at last, slowly walked the last few yards
and went up the stairs.
The apartment was full of everyone and Heather and
Shannon were the last to show up. The place was noisy
with smoke and laughter and the tinkle of glasses.
They were both surprised that everyone was still
in their clothes and in the living room. Donna
untangled her self from a chair and came over.
"Well, don't tell me you two are also too tired now
for the orgy? Wow, some makeup job. You have to tell
us all about what you've been up to." She was laughing.
Shannon and Heather both blushed brightly and
nodded.
"Don't tell me. You couldn't keep your hands off
of each other and now you're too tired from screwing
all night." Donna sighed even as she laughed..
"Something like that. Is that what happened to
the others as well?"
Donna nodded. "All of us. Some orgy. Get
something to eat. Maybe next time, if there is any.
At least everyone seemed to have a great time." She
walked away.
They cruised the party for a while and soon
everyone was sitting in a circle sharing their
evening's adventures with the others. There was lots
of giggling and expressions of mock shock and teasing.
But they were all impressed with how varied all the
tales were and how well they had been paired off. Only
Donna was disappointed that the group sex never got off
the ground.
"Well, it was exciting to think about, anyway."
They all agreed.
Heather slipped away and removed the makeup and
washed her face. Then returned to the group.
By now, Barbara and Elizabeth were sitting
together, lightly holding hands. A start.
"Well, I hate to end this, but the sun is up and
we have an airplane to catch." Traci announced. There
were hugs all around. Donna made sure all the keys
were accounted for. Except for the waitress, who had
called to say her roommate was ill and they wouldn't be
attending.
It was quiet in the car as they raced out to
Heathrow. More hugs before security stopped Barbara
and Elizabeth. Promises to keep in touch and addresses
were exchanged.
And suddenly, they were on the plane heading out
over Ireland. Heather fell asleep instantly and soon
Sherry joined her. Traci wasn't far behind and snoozed
until lunch was served. The stew in first class came
by and handed Traci a message.
"For the brunette in the middle. When she wakes."
The stewardess was slim and sleek, even in her uniform.
Obviously closely tailored beyond normally company
requirements. Dark hair, a layer cut down the back of
her neck, emphasizing one of her best features. Smoky
eyes. Bangs.
Traci put the message on the food tray and resumed
eating.
Back at the first class galley, the stew resumed
filling pots with hot coffee and preparing to gather
trash. The other stew working the section joined her
briefly. Her blonde hair rich figure contrasted the
slim figure of the other.
"What did she say to your invitation?"
"Sleeping. A bit tired from last night. Donna
said I should enjoy her based on her activities from
last night."
"Mind if I join you?"
"Not in the least." She looked around and no one
was looking. She pulled the breaker on lights of the
toilet on the plane least able to be seen by all the
first class passengers and hung an "Out of Order" sign
on the handle. A brief call to the cockpit to explain
the breaker as a clogged john to keep them from getting
alarmed.
"All set."
"A bit optimistic, aren't we?"
"Seems a sure thing, according to Donna." She
squeezed the blondes arm as she went by.
"Let her sleep for a while. Then, the games will
begin. I get first crack." They both started laughing
at the bad pun. Actually, the blonde was far more
interested in the other stew than Heather. Screwing
women in the bathroom was intense and scary.
Especially on these West to East crossings in daylight
with most passengers awake.
They started up the isle clearing and pouring
seconds of coffee and tea.
Heather slept on for quite a bit and then woke up,
needing to use the bathroom. She glanced at Traci and
noticed she had a blanket pulled up to her chin and was
sleeping soundly. She had a slip of paper in one hand,
folded over.
Heather unbuckled and headed back down the isle.
The dark haired stew seemed to expect her, for some
reason. Heather noticed the out of order sign.
The other bathroom was busy, but only the two
stews were around and everyone else was watching a
movie or asleep.
"Can we use this?" Heather asked, more than a bit
uncomfortable.
"Perfect." The stew took Heather's question as an
answer to her unread invitation. She nodded to the
other stew who headed over as Heather unlocked the
door. As she stepped in, the other two followed her
and in a second the door shut and was locked, but no
lights came on.
"Oh. OH!" The hot hands on her breasts were a
shock and in seconds her top was out of her pants and
she was twisted sideways with one leg bent at the knee
and up on the lid of the john. She was immobilized.
"Please. I have to pee." She realized it must be
the stew in here with her. Surprised, but not scared.
It was only sex.
A husky voice told her to be quiet and a hot hand
unhooked her bra while another unsnapped her jeans and
unzipped them. The hands travelled down and up and a
palm took her left breast and the other travelled into
her underway from the rear and a slim finger was
inserted into her pussy from the rear. Peeing was
forgotten.
She became aware of other hands on the woman doing
her and realized the other stew was in with them. She
groaned as her clit popped out and pressed into the
tight panties pressing into her slit.
It was only thirty minutes. But it was a hell of
an orgy. Donna would have been proud.
End of Part 27
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