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Story 85 - Heater and her adventures by Ramapo - parts 21 / 22 (F/F,FFF, FFFF, Mast, Lesbian, Rommate, Panties, Toy, Anal)

         Heater and her adventures.

PART 21

Today would be a long one, as Heather stretched in bed before heading to the bathroom. Naked as always, she lay there and ran her hands up her sides and under her large, erect breasts and pushed a pink nipple up to her mouth. Leaning her head down, she pulled it firmly into her mouth and pulled on it hard and it immediately erected under the practiced guidance of her tongue. Pinning the now very long nipple to the roof of her mouth with her tongue, she bit down gently until the flesh of her breast was trapped in her mouth, and withdrew her hand from supporting the breast. The increased pressure and pulling sensation on her breast and nipple started a steady stream of sparks to her pussy and she felt herself get moist. The rapid arousal always worked when she needed to get there fast, and she groaned from the wave of pleasure in her belly. Then, she repeated the action with the other breast, this time, as she released it to hang from her mouth, she pulled at the other nipple, twisting it slowly back and forth, and applying pressure under the nipple with a firm thumb and index finger and groaned even louder.

She often wondered if the landlady overheard her making noise when she masturbated, but generally didn't care.

Her cunt was now liquid and on fire from the stimulation of her chest, and a hand went to her mons and began to stoke it and press downward against the heavenly swelling between her legs. In only seconds, her clit appeared between her puffy and opening lips and stood erect for her fingernail to gently tease. In only seconds, the first orgasm built up in her loins and with a grunt and a spasm that shook the entire bed, her butt drove down violently into the mattress and then jerked back up against the waiting finger. And again. And then, yet again. Finally, sweating lightly from the very rapid repetition of orgasms, and with her heart still beating hard, she let herself calm down and then swung her feet onto the floor and walked to the john, a thin trickle of cum wetting her thigh.

In the shower, she ran the day's schedule through her head over again and washed quickly, taking time to bring herself off twice more, just for good measure. Good measure, because she knew it would be the last time she was going to be able to do anything at all sexual with anybody, or to herself until her guests left on Sunday. The early morning masturbation, while not at all uncommon for her, was especially necessary in a vain attempt to cool her erotic ardor a bit, at least for today. Tomorrow would be a challenge.

Jumping into a pair of old jeans cutoffs, with threads hanging down (they tickled her legs, a definite BIG turnon as she walked), a mistake today, but she forgot that for the moment as she pulled a sleeveless light sweater over her now bra encased breasts. The nipples still tingled from her teeth and she rubbed them hard with her palms to try to get them to settle down, which they slowly did. Her body had a sense memory like nothing she could imagine. Even now, twenty minutes later, she could feel her fingernail on her clit almost as if she was still arousing herself. Damn. Body, settle down and give me a break! At least for the next couple of days.

No Traci. Or anybody else. Her cousins were coming for a college visit and interviews. Well, actually, her second cousin Tami and two of her high school girl friends, Gina and Chloe. Heather's Mother had called on Wednesday night to ask if they could stay with her at the apartment for the weekend, pick them up at the train station and drop them off, and generally watch over them for the weekend and show them the campus. Unable to say no, she agreed, even though the homework was piling up already, even though school was only into the second week of the Junior year.

And Traci. Traci, her dear sweet luscious lover, and, art professor, was the worst! Her class assignments were many, tough, and demanding. Traci had warned her that if anything, their relationship would mean that she would be harder on Traci than anyone else her classes so that if anyone found out about their being lovers, they couldn't find and trace of favoritism. Well, that was for certain. They had only had time to see each other once aside from the dinner with her parents, which had gone very well. After all these years of worrying about how to handle her sexual orientation with them, it all seemed to just fall into place. She knew they were exceptional parents. She never felt so loved.

And she and Traci would not see each other this weekend because of Heather's commitments. Heather missed her, and wondered if they could get back to the pool before the Summer ended and it would be too cold to float and.....

Her Mother had made a very big deal out of warning her that her cousin and friends, whom Heather hardly knew, except from a family reunion picnic many years before, came from a very conservative branch of the family from a very small town in the mid-west who were very religious. Heather had to be careful to protect them and not do anything that would go against their beliefs. She assured her Mom that she understood and would send them home unsullied. It would be the same as if they had come to live in a monastery. They had both laughed, but when Heather had hung up, she knew it would be tough. First, she had a female lover, who would be interviewing the girls! Second, the school was anything but an innocent place, with mixed sex dorms, heavy weekend drinking and partying, and minimal supervision by the school officials.

Having been sixteen only four years previously, she remembered quite clearly how hot to trot she had been, and most of her friends at that age. Ready to bust out and experiment. And now, away from home, she expected that her firm hand and restrictions were not going to go down well at all. No, definitely, not well at all.

Her classes finished at three o'clock, right on schedule and she made a beeline for her apartment to change. Keeping an eye on the clock, she changed into a pair of loose slacks, a heavy, thick fabric bra that flattened her breasts somewhat and definitely hid her erotic nipples, and then a blouse that was almost baggy and her ample bosom line all but disappeared. Welcome back to high school she thought. She kept on the G-string panties just to feel good under her disguise.

Scrubbing all the makeup off her face, she pulled her hair back and put it into a bun and pinned it. There, she thought. Put a habit on me and I'm all set for the nunnery! The pressure of the tight bra pulling her breasts hard against her ribs actually felt quit good, and her tingling pussy made a liar out of her even as she had the thought. Yeah, right.

She headed for the train station, and even with a heavy foot on the accelerator, she was ten minutes late parking. She rushed into the station, and found the platform the train came in on and was relieved to see that Amtrak was late again, and relaxed a moment. She reached the platform just as the train rolled in and she stood up by the engine, not wanting to miss the kids as they came off the train.

Many people got off, and then she spotted them near the last car, far down the platform. It was hard to miss this group. Each had on a small hat with a ribbon, a simple, shapeless dress that came to the knees, white anklet socks and white flats. They even had on white gloves! A purse was hanging from one shoulder and they carried something in one hand, but at this distance, she couldn't make out what it was.

She tried to guess who was who, but her distant memory from the picnic long ago wasn't of much use. They walked slowly toward her and she noticed that the tallest girl, about her own height, was a blond with long straight hair, like it was ironed straight. She walked in the lead and guessed she must be Tami. Very cute from here. To her left walked a brunette with short hair, almost bouncing along. And to her right and slightly to behind the two others was a very dark haired girl who was two inches or so shorter than Tami, her hair cut in a nice blunt cut at the top of the shoulders, nicely framing her very pretty face. But what made her stand out was the fluid, almost slinky way she walked, gliding along the platform. It was a sexy walk that oozed of erotic intent and Heather felt herself go damp just allowing herself watch her flow toward her. Get a grip girl! Here they are!

"Are you Tami? HI! I'm your cousin Heather."

"HI!" They hugged briefly. Tami introduced her to Gina, the brunette, who said hi and shook her hand and then to Chloe, who, to Heather's surprise, floated over to her and gave her a very intimate hug and a kiss on the cheek. In just those few seconds, she could feel two very firm, large breasts press into her ribs just under her own. This girl was built, but the dress gave almost no clue to the curves underneath, hidden in all the frills. As Chloe stepped back, found it difficult to stop looking into the girl's liquid brown bedroom eyes, her gaze locked unblinkingly with Heather's.

Finally, Heather broke the moment and said, "Well, welcome to our town and my college! I hope you like it here. We'll go back to my apartment and let you get settled, then go to the college eating hall and have dinner so you can see the crowd. Then, we'll play it by ear, OK?"

"Great! We can pick up our bags upstairs at the baggage claim area." As they turned to go, Heather realized that the girls were each carrying a small leather bound Bible in their gloved hands. It was a scene from Anne of Green Gables and she almost started laughing. She led the way and soon had their luggage in the trunk of the car and they were soon in her apartment.

As the girls spread their things out in the extra bedroom, Tami came in and handed her an envelop. "Mother said I was to give this to you as soon as we arrived. I forgot at the train station, I was so excited to be here." Heather took it from her hand and looked up at a worried face.

"Don't worry. I wouldn't have read it there anyway. Go settle in and we'll get something to eat."

As she left, Heather tore open the envelop and rapidly scanned the contents, written in a tight, neat feminine hand.

"Dear Heather,
Thank you so much for agreeing to take in the girls on such short notice. I know you will have much to do in a short time, but I want you to remember that we have raised Tami (and the other parents are in agreement on this) in a strict upbringing much more restrictive than your own. Please respect my wishes and apply my rules in deciding what is allowable and not your own. I have confidence that we can count on you completely.

1. The girls have a 9PM curfew at night, with no exceptions. This includes bathing and prayers.

2. They are to read their Bible's for ten minutes each morning and evening.

3. They are not allowed to consume alcohol in any quantity, or any other drugs.

4. Under no circumstances are they allowed to go out on a date with a boy unless you chaperone them, and have them in by the curfew time.

5. Tami has a slight sleep walking problem right now. Chloe is fully aware of the problem, the treatment that Tami has been getting, and how to handle things if the problem should occur during their visit. Under no circumstances talk to Tami about this, only Chloe, as Tami is not fully aware of the problem. I do not expect any problems, however, as she has been much better as of late.

Good luck and I hope to meet you one of these days. Thank you again for kind assistance.
Signed, Linda Greer"

WOW! The kids DO live in nunnery! 9 PM curfew? Is she kidding? And sleep walking? Well, I have to do this or everyone will get into hot water. She went over to the doorway and motioned for Chloe to come over. Again, Heather was intrigued at the fluid way she moved. Never in a hurry, just unbelievably graceful. It was very sexy.

"Yes?"

"Can you come in a minute? And close the door a bit? Thanks. Come here and sit on the bed. Tell me about Tami and the sleepwalking."

"Oh, her Mother mentioned that? Well, it's quite embarrassing for her. About six months ago, she just started getting up at night and walking around the house. One night, she got everyone else out of bed, got them downstairs and in a circle on the floor and had them singing songs and holding hands for hours, then they all went back to bed. She didn't remember it at all the next day. She did other things like that. Once they woke her up and she freaked out, so they took her to the doctor's and he advised that she should come in for treatments immediately. He told us that if she does walk in her sleep, under no circumstances should we wake her up, and if she wants things done, we should do them to keep her happy, no matter what they are. But, we needn't worry, I don't think. She hasn't done it for weeks now and the Doctor thinks she might be over it. I'm sure Tami's Mom only mentioned it so if it happened you'd know what to do. Anyway, I know all about it and I'll help if it happens." Heather was just falling into this girls voice. Soft, slow speaking, it was a melodious sexy voice that pulled you into it and made you want to have her just keep talking to you. That and her deep brown eyes were getting Heather all aroused.

She finally broke free from the spell with an effort and they stood up. "Thanks, Chloe. Not a problem to worry about. Let's get some eats!" Even as she said it, her eyes fell down to the front of Chloe's dress, trying to see the full tits she knew lurked there, but was defeated by the simple lines of the fabric that showed her nothing. She glanced up and Chloe was looking directly at her, a slight smile on her lips. Finally, she broke eye contact and they walked out of the room together.

After dinner, Heather and the girls walked all over the campus and at eight thirty headed back for the apartment. Heather noticed that they made no protest at the early end to the evening. In the apartment, they cleaned up and changed into night clothes, totally baggy night gowns that covered their bodies from the neck down to their toes. While Heather studied, they read from their Bibles, said prayers on their knees and then, gave Heather a kiss on the cheek and walked back to the other room to go to bed. Chloe waited till last and came over and stood by Heather for a moment, looking down at her from hooded eyes, holding her gaze unblinkingly. Then, she leaned down and gave Heather a kiss full on the mouth, holding it just a moment longer than a friendly kiss required, then stood up, still holding Heather's eyes with her own.

Heather's heart started to race and she felt her pussy go wet. Damn! What the hell was that? Where did that come from? She's just being friendly, calm down. She's a kid from a farm and she reads her Bible all the time. But her pussy was screaming that this girl wanted her, and she knew her pussy was never wrong. Oh, shit. I hope she doesn't try anything. I don't think I'll be able to keep my hands off her and then we'll really have a stink.

And Chloe retired and pulled the door shut behind her. Leaving Heather tight-chested and breathing hard. Finally, she was able to get back to studying and it was almost midnight when she slipped into the bathroom and changed into a pair of flannel PJ's and slid between the sheets. God, flannel, of all things. What we don't do to keep the relatives happy. And then, she slept.

And awoke the next day with the sun well up and a knock on the door asking if she was awake. They cleaned up in the bathroom one at a time, and Heather could see them dressing through the open doorway. Nothing remarkable, just white panties and cotton bras, with loose sweaters and skirts of neutral colors.

Until Chloe, who looked over at Heather to make sure she was watching, then slowly removed her nightgown and let Heather see her full figure. High breasted, with large brown nipples, a very narrow waist, and then full hips, with long legs capped with a very prominent mons with neatly trimmed bush. Still facing Heather, who couldn't take her eyes off her, she pulled on a pair of bright blue satin low cut panties that eased into the joints of her thighs and framed her pussy like a mould, her slit clearly outlined by the fabric. She took more time than necessary to adjust the top, pulling the elastic away from her hard, flat stomach and running a finger along the skin several times very slowly.

The bra was a matching fabric and she took even longer easing her firm breasts into the cups and adjusting the fit, her fingers lingering on her nipples and teasing them to hardness. When she was done, she reached around back and snapped the clasp, her now tight nipples thrusting out at Heather, the fabric becoming almost a second skin. A deep cleavage resulted, inviting eyes, fingers, and tongues to enjoy.

Chloe again locked eyes with Heather and Heather felt her knees getting weak. Damn, this girl was trying to seduce her, she was sure. And she was having her doubts about them being simple country girls. At least Chloe...

Turning away at last, Chloe too slipped on a shapeless blouse and skirt, which in seconds hid her voluptous figure from view.

It was some minutes before Heather's heart slowed down and she felt able to take them over to breakfast, then through the day's interviews. Heather decided it certainly wasn't her imagination that Chloe was interested in her after about the tenth time Chloe found an opportunity to put her hand on Heather's arm, or in the small of her back, and left it there for a few seconds each time, applying the smallest amount of pressure.

And walking around with her, watching her movements was a torment of sexual innuendo. It did not matter how much she tried to ignore it all, but Heather found herself deeply aroused by the end of the day, and several times tried to figure out how she could follow up on this, but no opportunity presented itself and each time she chided herself for even thinking about it. The girl's face, eyes, voice, and motions were almost hypnotic and erotic in the extreme.

After dinner, they walked around again and finally, tired, went back to the apartment and they had an almost exact repeat of the activities of the night before. And again, Chloe waited till last to kiss her goodnight. Heather planned to turn and present a cheek, but Chloe had placed a hand under her jaw as she leaned down and tilted Heather's head up to her and she again kissed her very fully on the mouth, her lips very moist. And, just before they broke, Heather felt an electric thrill go through her as she felt Chloe's tongue trace the outline of her lips briefly, but distinctly.

Heather reached out and held the girl's hands, and stood up and looked down into her eyes. "I know what you want. You have to understand that we just can't." Even as she was saying it, every nerve in her pussy was screaming fuck her, fuck her. "It wouldn't be right. Your friends and parents would never understand and you would go home with your life a big mess." Heather paused. "You are the one of the sexiest people I've ever met and I would have you in my bed in a second if things were different. But they are what they are. Please understand and don't make things hard for either of us."

Chloe just looked into her gaze. "Do you have a lover?"

"Chloe, we can't..."

"Do you?" It was soft, almost a whisper.

"Yes, I do. She's wonderful for me. You have to find someone at home. It can't be me, now, here. It will just be a problem for both of us."

"It's too hard at home. Nobody's like me at home. They all are after boys." It was a sad, disappointed voice. Forlorn.

Heather lifted her chin up and told her, "You are wrong. There are others, all around you. You let me know what you wanted and I got the message. And if they don't get the message, you try with others you are attracted to. Just remember, you are not alone. You just are growing up right now in a way that makes it harder. Not impossible."

"You really think that?"

"Yes, absolutely. You feelings are completely valid. Trust them. And be patient. You will find the right person someday."

Finally, Chloe left the room and Heather realized she was wet between the legs from being so near this girl. God, she WAS sexy. This was going to be a long night for them both. Traci, where are you when I need you? She was very tempted to just get off a quick one right then, but pulled her hand back as it reached the top of her slacks. No. It would shock these kids if they caught her. Frustrated, she forced herself to sit at her desk.

It was even harder to study this evening, but she pushed and even started writing a paper. Midnight was showing on the clock when she brushed her teeth and hair, put on the ridiculous PJ's, and lay down. She was laying there with her eyes just closed, when she heard the door handle turn and she looked up to find Tami entering the bedroom.

"Tami, you can turn on the light so you can find your way to the bathroom if you want." Heather spoke softly just in case the others were already asleep.

Tami just came over and stood next to the bed for several minutes. Heather just watched her, wondering what was going on. Finally, Tami said, "I feel hot and need to take some clothes off." And she peeled off the flannel nightgown from the bottom. She had a very well developed woman's body, with light brown pubic hair, flowing hips and small breasts tipped with very dark brown, small nipples.

Heather was amazed and before she could object, she felt the bed shake and suddenly Chloe's voice was in her ear. "She's asleep. Just go along. She's never taken off her clothes before. That's really a new one." Heather was already starting to feel even more aroused from the sight of the young girl in front of her and Chloe's sexy voice in her ear, so close. She could feel the heat from the girl's bodies wash over her own and her excitement grew more. Oh, God, she thought, this is not happening. That familiar and oh so pleasurable feeling of lust began to pull at her pussy and nipples.

Tami spoke again, gently, almost a whisper. "My breasts itch and I need someone to rub them."

Heather whispered, "Who is she talking to? Are we supposed to start fondling her chest? This is ridiculous..." Even as she said it, mostly for show, she wanted to reach out and do it.

Tami spoke again, with louder, with anger in her voice, getting upset, "Someone needs to rub my chest, now!"

Heather eagerly reached up and began to rub the young breasts firmly. The nipples went hard immediately under her palms and her own heart began to beat faster. She spotted Gina in the doorway out of the corner of her eye, watching with her mouth open.

"Gina. Gina! Get in here and be quiet. She's asleep and doesn't know what she's doing. Stop looking so shocked and be quiet." Tami was running the show now. And Heather listened to her. After all, she was supposed to be the expert on what to do when Tami was like this. How far would this go?

Heather kept rubbing and Tami was getting a very dream-like look on her face. "That's very nice. I'm getting horny from that and I like it. Oh, my puss is wet! You can't stop me from saying my puss is wet. My puss is wet." Almost a sing-song.

After repeating the little sing-song litany for a while, Tami broke in with, "I want to see everybody naked like me. I want everyone to get horny like me. I want everyone's puss to be wet, like me."

Immediately Gina began to complain loudly. "I'm not doing this. It's disgusting! She..." Chloe smacked her and whispered harshly, "Will you shut up and get that gown off. She doesn't know what she is doing. Nobody here cares if your pussy gets wet. Get the damn thing off. Now." Heather was amazed at the confident strength in the girl's voice.

Gina appeared shocked at the slap and the language she was hearing. "I'm gonna tell your mom.." But even as she complained, she was reaching down for the hem of her nightgown.

"Nothing. We'll all get beat if you tell, you know that. We've all been swimming naked before. Just strip."

Hesitantly, Gina pulled her gown off and stood shaking, covering her nice pert breasts with one arm and holding a hand over her light brown mons with the other.

"Jesus, like I haven't seen you before. Heather, we need to get your stuff off. Here lift your hips and I'll slide down the pants. And the top, oh, buttons in the front." She leaned forward and reached from behind and Heather felt the girl's very firm, full breasts press into her back. Their heat was evident instantly even through the flannel. Chloe must already have stripped off. Heather realized she was breathing hard and the touch of Chloe was driving her crazy. And that voice, in her ear, almost hypnotic...

Chloe was working the buttons very slowly, rubbing her wrists and inner arms over as much of Heather's tits as possible while she worked. Finally, she pulled the flannel off Heather one arm at a time, while Heather continued to rub Tami's chest with hardly a break in contact. Now they were all naked.

And Heather gasped when Chloe moved back against her back and pressed herself against her and began to pinch and pull on Heather's nipples.

"Chloe, she didn't say..."

It was a whisper that Gina couldn't hear. "I know. But Gina didn't hear her and I know you like it. It's our chance to be together." Her hands had Heather's chest turning to molten lava under the skin and her cunt had long since gone fully wet. Heather didn't even try to protest further.

The absurd situation continued for almost another minute. Heather was in a growing state of need to be fucked. By anyone.

Tami began to speak. "My puss is very wet and I need to have it finger fucked. Gina, rub my chest while Heather puts a finger in me."

Gina looked stunned by this command. She was already completely amazed at all the other activity and now responded almost as a robot would and before she could believe it, she had moved over, eased Heather's hands out of the way and began to fondle her friend's breasts. And found she liked the way they felt in her hands. They were hot and she could feel Tami shiver when she pinched the nipples as she had seen Heather doing. She pinched a bit harder and Tami began to breath very hard and give out little whimpers. She eased up some, afraid she'd wake the girl.

Relieved of tit rubbing duty, Heather reached down and put a finger slowly into Tami's cunt and found it completely soaked and cum started running down the back of her hand almost immediately, dripping onto the carpet. She needed a finger in her own cunt so badly.

"We have to get her on the bed. She's dripping and will ruin the carpets. Tami, why don't you lay on the bed, dear. You are so sexy with your puss wet and your chest being rubbed. Don't you want to lay down?"

She took a bit to answer, and spoke as from a distance. "Yes, the bed sounds nice. We should all be on the bed, and each have a finger in our puss. That would be nice."

Heather continued to insert her single digit and Tami moved past her and lay down, legs spread. Gina had to move over to the other side of the bed and reach down past Tami's head to grip her breasts and continue her activity. Tami just reached up and put a hand between Gina's legs and Gina gave a yelp as a finger slid up inside her. Now highly aroused, Gina found she wanted to protest but it died in her throat, the yelp giving way to a low groan. Whatever inhibitions she had had were falling away.

Chloe moved next to Heather on the bed and swung her feet so she was laying just opposite to Heather, with her head at Heather's feet. Without any delay, she reached into Heather's crotch and began to finger Heather's now swimming pussy.

Tami said again. "We should all have a finger in our wet puss now. There, isn't that nice."

Heather was breathing hard. She could feel the tightening in her thighs already as the pressure in her lower groin grew from arousal. Chloe might be from the back woods, but she knew where to touch her. "Chloe, we can't keep this up. We should wake her. This is going too far."

"No, we can't. It's not so bad, is it. I mean, we'll never tell and we can't risk her freaking out if she woke up and saw all this. It would be too great a shock." Her voice was thick with lust. She took Heather's hand a guided a finger into her thick black mat of hair and into her own pussy as far as it would go and gave a loud groan of pleasure in response.

Heather gave up trying to make any pretense of being in some sort of control or stopping this and gave her body to Chloe's busy fingers. In return, she inserted a second, then a third into Chloe and the girl began to hump and cry out from the now intense sensations.

Gina was beginning to babble sweet nothings as she approached an orgasm in a rush that had her young body stiffening to meet the explosion, which took her several seconds later. Her beasts shook and bounced and her hips bucked again and again and now Tami had four fingers buried in her virgin pussy and she came again rapidly behind the first.

Heather was frustrated because Chloe had stopped fingering her when she orgasmed and now lay breathing hard next to Heather.

Tami was also very hot by now and Heather broke through her own heavy layer of excitement and concentrated on Tami's pussy, and, with expert fingers, found the girl's clit and stroked it with a fingernail. Tami jerked and gasped as she came hard.

And then the bed was still for a few minutes as they all lay there coming down from their arousal. Heather was sure this would be the end of this weird session, but Tami surprised her.

Without a word being spoken, Tami sat up and straddled Heather's chest with a knee on either side of Heather's head, presenting her pussy to Heather's mouth. "Eat me, dear cousin, eat the cum right out of me. And Chloe should eat you as your reward. Dear Gina can watch us and finger herself."

Heather began to lap at the wet, swollen pussy, pulling the lips into her mouth and running her tongue under each fold from top to bottom, sucking and pulling. Then, she inserted her tongue into the flowing hole and a flood of cum poured out into her waiting mouth as she swallowed as much as possible. Her cousin tasted wonderful, and she tongued her with wild abandon and Tami immediately began to grind down onto her mouth as hard as possible.

Chloe wasted no time pulling Heather's legs over her shoulders and resting Heather's heels in the small of her back as she lowered her head and began to lick and suck on Heather. The engorged, extra long clit she found there was fascinating to her, having never heard of or seen a woman this big, and she thrilled to the spasms and thrusts from Heather's hips each time she licked or tickled the long bud with her tongue or lips. Having never tasted another woman before, she was amazed at how much she liked the flavor and how it saturated her palette and made her want more. Her tongue went in deeper and deeper and Heather's pussy rewarded her with a flood of cum.

Heather was almost crazy with lust at this point as Chloe's eager feasting at her pussy sent chills up and down her spine and her body jerked up and down involuntarily as her lower parts went into overdrive. Tami started to groan very loudly and came, her pussy gripping Heather's tongue tightly again and again, and she released a large flow of cum into Heather's mouth. Heather continue to eat her, almost unaware of Tami's condition as she herself went over the edge and a flame of heat filled her pussy and she came into Chloe's mouth. Long moments later, Chloe raised her head and slid up Heather's body and began to suck on her tender nipples, now very, very erect and tight from her post orgasm reaction.

Heather gasped but Tami still pressed down on her mouth, and she continued to suck her off until Tami came again, this time with a loud shout that startled them all. Tami finally climbed off Heather and stood by the bed with a glazed look on her face, which was flushed red from her orgasm, still breathing hard. Her thighs were glistening wet from the cum still running out of her pussy.

Chloe continued to lick Heather's beautiful mounds, ending each lick at the top of the nipple, then going down the other side and around underneath. Heather was responding, but also was aware they needed to be quiet of the landlady would be pounding on the door asking what was going on in there. She rolled Chloe over on her back and sucked on Chloe, licking her way down to Chloe's cum slick cunt, then plunged right in and began to bring her off. Finding the bud of her clit, she rubbed it hard with her tongue and Chloe grunted, groaned, gasped, gave a great shiver and her back bent in a bow. In seconds, she came very hard, blacking out at it's peak.

As Heather lifted her head, Gina was standing, finger in her own pussy, staring, eyes wide. "Gina, would you like me to do you too?" Heather said softly.

Gina stared at her, and slowly nodded her head yes. Heather left the bed and knelt before her and pulled the girl's pussy to her face with her hands around the firm globes of the girl's ass and began to lick her gently. Gina's knees began to wobble and she came almost immediately. Heather held her tight and continued to probe with her tongue and Gina came again with a deep groan, placing both her hands behind Heather's head and pulling her tight to her cunt.

Just as Heather was regaining her feet, Tami walked out of the room and went back to her bed and lay down. Heather realized that she was going back to sleep and quickly, the three girls grabbed her night gown and got it on her as she lay there, then covered her up.

They then put back on their own night clothes, and stood, exhausted, embarrassed, excited, confused.

"Look, we all know Tami will not remember this ever happened. We just did what the Dr. ordered us to do, even if it was a bit, let's just say, extreme?" Heather was trying to ease out of this unplanned orgy. "Can we all just agree that we had to do what we had to do and try to forget it too?"

Chloe chimed in, "I think that is the best thing to do. Nobody got hurt, and we can't tell anybody anyway. Let's just go to bed and get some sleep and forget it, OK Gina?"

Gina took a deep breath. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but that was the most beautiful thing that ever happened to me. I'm not going to talk about it, but I'll never forget it either." And she turned to go to bed.

Chloe hung back and looked at Heather. She whispered, "I won't forget it either." And gave Heather a kiss and she too went to bed.

Heather lay in bed a long time wondering how the hell this had all happened so fast, and so unexpectedly. No easy answers came to mind, and the next thing she knew, there was a knock on the door and she got up to get ready for church. At church, she kept being amazed at how lovely and innocent these three girls looked in their gloves and very conservative dresses. Just amazing.

Later at the train station platform, just as they were boarding the train, Chloe boarded last and handed Heather an envelope and said, "Please don't be mad at us." And the train began to move. Back in her car, she looked at the envelop and it was addressed to her, but had been opened.

"Dear Heather,
Thank you for taking these kids on such short notice. Given the scandal they have caused with the assistant phys-ed teacher last week on a class trip, we had to get them out of town somehow and making this a college hunting trip was as good a cover as any.
They are not the sweet innocent kids they will lead you to believe. Keep and eye on them every second and don't believe a word they tell you. My daughter is the ring leader, so she'll try to pull something. With the phys-ed teacher, it was some cock and bull about a sleep disorder and how Tami couldn't be awakened, not matter what she told everyone to do in her sleep. They had the poor woman (well, I think she's bi- at least and probably enjoyed the hell out of it) tied to the posts of the bed spread eagled and were having oral sex with her when the principal walked in and found this mess.
Now, what SHE was doing in the woman's bedroom at 3:30AM hasn't been explained as yet, but we can probably guess. Trouble with that is, the principal is married and we have that scandal to work out as well.
Remember, trust them not one inch. Hopefully by the time they get back, the town will have settled down. These damn small towns are a bitch when you have something like this happen. Good luck. You'll need it.
Signed, You Loving Aunt Linda (Greer)"

Another small slip of paper fell out of the first. Heather read:
"Heather, I know what we did was wrong, but we were just having fun. You were so nice to us. I want you to know it was VERY special for me, even if we lied and played such a stupid game. It was Tami's idea to substitute letters. I thought it would be a kick, too. Gina went along, but after the phys-ed teacher deal, was pretty scared to do it again. Please don't hate me. I really do like girls better than guys and am very frustrated and confused right now about it all. You helped me a lot."
Chloe (here's my address and phone if you want to yell at me!)

Heather sat in the car and laughed till she cried. What a prank! Her pussy was still damp from all the action the night before.

Back in her room, she continued to think about the girls and then made a decision. Pulling out some writing paper, she wrote:
"Dear Aunt Linda,
The girls just left and I want to report they were on their very best behavior the entire time and the weekend went very smoothly as far as the type of thing you warned me about. However, I must tell you that I failed to get them set up for all the proper interviews and, if at all possible, they will have return soon to complete them.
I realize this might be a big inconvenience for you all and I'm really sorry. I would love to have them visit me again and this time we'll get them to see everybody.
I hope things on your end are a bit quieter now, if you know what I mean. Please let me know when the girls can come back to take care of this unfinished business.
Sincerely, Heather"

Pulling out another piece of paper, she wrote:
"Dearest Chloe,
The memory of your hands, fingers and tongue on my body has me still tingling with anticipation for a repeat. Of course I don't hate you. I laughed so hard I almost split my side. I have written to Mrs. Greer asking that you all return for more interviews to make up those missed because of the short notice of the first trip.
I think it is time that Tami got a taste of her own medicine, don't you? Now, you must let Gina know what to do and say and I know I can rely on you to arrange that for me, as I don't have her address. Now, here is the plan........."

And as she wrote, her left hand found her right nipple and began to stroke it. She was grinning from ear to ear. And her pussy was wet. A taste of her own medicine. Yes, she certainly would get a lot to taste.

PART 22

Heather sat at the breakfast table in the open space dining area of the San Francisco hotel and picked at her breakfast. The last minute trip out here from school with Traci to the art conference was tiring and they had gotten in late last night. With only a three day stay, they had full schedules and Traci wanted Heather to be sure to take in as much as possible to begin learning the business side of art. Traci was sure Heather had the talent to be a very successful artist, but she needed to understand the business as well, so, when the college agreed to fund her trip, she included Heather as a participant. Undoubtedly the President of the school and department head had thought she would bring another faculty member, but it was her choice.

"Hey, a bit down today?" Traci inquired as she scanned her daily schedule again.

"Just tired from the flight and lack of sleep, I guess. And you didn't help with that surprise licking you gave me just as I was drifting off. You know I can't push you away when you do that." Heather was smiling at the thought of Traci's warm tongue licking the inside of her thighs until she had begged Traci to finish her off with her tongue. The woman had the tongue of a serpent and proved it every time they kissed or she went down on Heather.

"I distinctly didn't hear any complaining last night, you little sex fiend. And you gave me back as good as you got, if I remember the events clearly." Traci arched one eyebrow in mock surprise and then they both laughed. When they were together, it didn't take long for the sexual sparks to fly between them and their mutual arousal move them to steal away and get each other off.

"No, not a complaint. Just the facts. Not enough sleep. And, knowing us, we're not going to get any the rest of the weekend, either. And you assigned us a test on Tuesday! How am I supposed to study for that when I keep finding stray fingers in my pussy, or up my ass and your hot mouth on my nipples? You know that drives me crazy."

"And it improves your concentration. I remember you told me that you get A's on every test you study for if you have sex when in the middle of preparing. I can't cheat for you, and I can't treat your work any different than any other student, so, I take the only course open to me and fuck your brains out at every opportunity." Heather was laughing now and noticed the woman at the next table was clearly trying to listen to their conversation. Their voices had been low, but they must have been loud enough to gain their neighbour's attention. She wondered for a moment if the woman was interested or shocked.

She discretely signalled Traci and they went over their schedules, which, as luck would have it, were different and they wouldn't see each other till dinner. Finally gulping one last swallow of coffee, they squeezed each others' hands under the table and said 'bye and headed off.

Heather settled into the large lecture hall amid the hundreds of other conference participants and waited. Just before the lights went down, a very striking, tall, trim, ash blonde with an alabaster white complexion and bright red lips and long red fingernails, came down the isle and took a seat one row in front of Heather, catching Heather's eye. She smiled at her briefly as she found a seat and sat, stretching her long legs out, then casually crossing them. Even from five seats away, the sound of her nylons rustling as her thighs slid across each other sounded an alarm in Heather's pussy and she went suddenly wet. Jesus, she thought, Traci just screwed my brains out not three hours ago and here I'm horny already.

It took all of Heather's concentration to stop looking over at this striking woman and focus on the lecture just beginning. And to make matters worse, the air conditioning was wafting the aroma of the woman's lightly scented perfume over to Heather and for some reason, it started to drive her wild. More and more, she just kept looking over at her and realized after a bit that the blonde hair was completely natural. Shoulder length, it was baby fine and very thick, rare for a blonde.

Heather found herself daydreaming about running that hair through her fingers and having it fall in her face. "I wonder if her pussy hair is blond as well?" She was thinking at one point. "Get a grip. You are here with Traci and you can't be coming on to other women." She ordered herself. And finally, got back to the lecture.

At the break, she followed the woman over to the coffee table and stood nearby, studying the woman discretely and finally realizing she wanted to meet this woman who was attracting her so badly. And found herself approaching her. "OK, what the hell are you going to say?" She was trembling with nerves as she approached.

"Hello, I'm Heather."

"Inga." There was a light Scandinavian accent. They shook hands politely. Heather felt the long nails on her wrist and electric sparks shot up her arm. The woman held her hand just a moment longer than necessary.

"I... I saw you in the lecture hall and wanted so much to tell you how beautiful you are. And sexy." Inga smiled back.

"Thank you. It is hard to be sexy in the morning on the schedule they give us." She was relaxed and seemed genuinely pleased at Heather's compliment.

Inga continued. "I come from Iceland and we had a very long flight yesterday, so I am not at my best today, too tired."

"I love your accent. I would have guessed Norway, or Sweden, and of course, your beautiful hair gives you away."

"Yes, I am lucky. You are lucky with your hair.." there was a slight pause...as she boldly surveyed Heather's body, "and remarkable figure as well."

Heather actually blushed. Well, contact was made, now what would happen? Inga made the move immediately, much to Heather's amazement.

"Heather, you and I, would be very hot together, do you not think?" It was almost a whisper.

Hell yes! "I was hot the first time I saw you an hour ago. Now, standing here, I'm very horny for you." There. Heather was in a spin. Now what, just jump each other in the lobby? It was moving so fast.

Inga moved closer in the crowd of people, very noisy around them, and reached out an index finger and slowly brushed a wisp of Heather's hair back behind her ear, and let the finger nail trail slowly over her cheek and down to her full lips, lightly running the nail over each lip several times, and finally slipping the nail and very tip of her finger into Heather's mouth. By the time the nail penetrated her red pursed lips, Heather was shaking from the caress and was clenching her fingers involuntarily into fists to fight the waves of chills rippling from her face out across her body. She was tingling from head to foot.

Inga slowly lowered her finger over Heather's chin and down the front of her neck and stopped at the top of her cleavage, finally lowering it to her side. "Yes, we would be very hot. But, we can do nothing, I'm afraid, my beautiful friend. My lover is also here and I cannot break free, even for a few minutes. We are together for every minute except this first lecture, which is now over."

Heather's disappointment must have shown on her face. "Oh. Well, of course you are right. I too have a lover here. I don't know what I was thinking."

"Well, I must go. I see Helga looking for me." Inga waved and caught her attention. "Heather, have fun. And think of me. I'll think of you as well."

"Yes, I will. You already made me wet."

"I as well. Farewell."

Inga walked away toward her female friend, who was making her way slowly through the heavy crowd now headed back into the lecture hall. Ten feet away, she stopped and walked back to Heather. "Tell me your room number. I will leave my room number in your mail box at the desk if something changes and it is safe to call me. OK?"

"1189. Yes, maybe things will change."

"Farewell."

And she was gone, only the top of her almost white hair visible in the crush, then it too was gone as she went through the doors and met Helga, now on the other side.

Heather was left disappointed, and amazed at how forward she had been to just walk up and start talking. And the reaction from Inga was equally amazing. The nerves on her face, lips and neck from the trace of that nail were still tingling as she made her way to a different hall and was seated, late.

The rest of the day was a blur. She found herself daydreaming about Inga, holding her, licking her, kissing her lips, nipples, Mons. And being kissed in return. By dinner time, she had to race to her room and change her underwear, which by now was beyond merely damp and was practically dripping.

Traci met her at the dinner table with a big hug and they chatted all evening about the lectures. Heather felt vaguely disloyal about approaching Inga and finally, she decided to at least tell Traci about the meeting. Some of it, anyway.

"I met a woman from the first group today. Inga. A beautiful ash blonde from Iceland, as it turns out."

Traci didn't seem to pick up on anything. "That's nice. Is she going to be available to sit with you at any of the other sessions?"

"No. As a matter of fact, she's here with a friend and they are together, so I'd be butting in on them."

This time Traci was a bit quicker to pick up on things. "Oh, a woman?"

"Yes. Helga, I think Inga said."

"Were you attracted to Inga?"

"Well, I thought she was very pretty and told her so."

"And then what happened?"

Heather took a deep breath and paused, looking up into Traci's calm face, "She suggested we would be a hot couple in bed."

"Not letting any grass grow under her feet, is she? And is she taking you to bed with her?"

"No, actually, she's not."

"But you would have gone if she had asked?"

"Yes." Well, that tears it, Heather thought. Traci's going to be pissed now. Why am I so honest with her all the time?

"And I'm not invited?" There was that eyebrow. She's not that mad. She'd be frowning if she was mad. Or dead silent.

"Traci! We're not going to do anything. At least, not unless her plans get changed, which is highly unlikely. Listen, I feel guilty enough about even thinking it, much less knowing I want to do it."

"You are a free spirit my child. You know how I feel about you. And I know there will be others for you from time to time. I just cherish the time I have with you now. Maybe that's why the sex is so intense. Tomorrow, it may be gone forever."

"I'm not going anywhere, Traci. You know I feel the same way about you."

"Yes, you will leave. Not because you are planning to, but because that is the nature of things. Life moves on. We will move on beyond this moment. Right now I'm very lucky to have you. No, I'm not mad about Inga, or the other Inga's that come and go in your life. I'm jealous of the time they get with you, but at least right now I know you will be back. So, if Inga's plans change, go to her and enjoy her. Just don't miss the plane back or go AWOL on me. I'll have enough explaining to do when I get back as it is."

"Are you sure about all this? I mean my other lovers? I don't want to hurt you."

"Hush. One of these days I'll shock you and show up with an Inga, or two, on my arm and you will have to share me for a bit. Then, you'll be begging for my tongue, my dear. Let's find the evening conferences, they are almost about to start."

This time, they hugged hard in public and finally broke and went their separate ways. When Traci came back to the room a bit drunk much later that evening, Heather was asleep in the bed with a text book lying open where it fell on her stomach. Traci just moved the book to the night table, kissed her lightly on the forehead and quickly undressed and slipped into bed. In seconds she was asleep as well.

The next day was much the same as the first, only that evening, at long last, Heather and Traci found themselves in the room at only ten PM and they showered, and met in the middle of the bedroom of their suite in a passionate kiss and then their hands found damp pussies and within seconds, their arousal soared and they fell into a series of rapid fire orgasms, thrusting their Mons together as they came, each in turn driving the other to her next peak. The sex was hard and physical, with none of their usual preliminary cuddling or stroking. A dam broke inside each and they drove to fill their needs.

Finally, they retired to the bed and at a much more leisurely pace, fucked and sucked each other until exhausted and spent. At 2 AM they finally slept in each other's arms, legs scissored together, pussies kissing and the wet from their cum slowly drying on their bellies and legs. A coolness that only emphasized the heat still pouring from their bellies and thighs. Contentment was written on their faces.

The morning brought a surprise, however. Heather stopped at the front desk and was excited to spot an envelope in their room's mail slot. The desk clerk retrieved it and upon opening it, there was a short note. "Heather, dearest. Unexpectedly, Helga must return to home a day early and I am alone. If your circumstances permit, can we meet and explore each other before we depart tomorrow? Leave a note in mail slot 2387 if free. Yours (hoping) - Inga."

Heather felt her heart begin to pound and she wrote a note that said simply. "Inga. Yes. Yes. Yes. My heart will not beat until I have had you. 9 PM in your suite for dinner, and then, the perfect dessert. Yours longingly, Heather."

At breakfast Heather could hardly sit still, knowing what the evening would bring. Traci picked up on her antsy behaviour at once.

"So, let's see, Inga must be free and you are going to see her tonight. Close?" She was smiling.

"Yes. I can't believe it. We are going to have dinner in her room. Would you help me pick out what to wear? I don't want to disappoint her."

"Heather, you could show up covered with mud from head to toe and be completely naked and still get her wet and make her cum before she hit the sheets. Don't you realize what an exciting woman you are to others? To me?" The last was so soft.

Heather broke from her focus on Inga. "Traci, it was stupid for me to ask, after all..."

"No, as a matter of fact, I bought something for you yesterday at lunch that will be perfect. But there is a price for all this consideration, tolerance and help, you realize?"

Heather looked at her questioningly.

"Simply, that after you two screw each other's brains out, on the plane home tomorrow, you must tell me every juicy detail, down to the last drop of cum spilled and agonized cry of climax. And then, you and I are going to join the Mile High Club."

"The what?"

"The club for people who have sex on an airplane in flight!"

"We can't do that, I mean, with a whole plane full of people!"

"In the rest room, silly. Just you and I and our wandering mouths. Deal?"

Heather was intrigued. "Deal." Damn, Traci was FULL of surprises.

The day dragged as she waited for the time to come and get ready. Finally, after a swim in the hotel pool to calm her nerves (and get off twice near the water jet of the pool filter system pump), she came back up to the hotel room. Traci was waiting for her.

"Bath and shave." She ordered, and helped Heather out of the wet one-piece suit, marvelling as she always did at the sight of the magnificent chest of this woman, as the swaying orbs fell free from the restraining cups of the sparse suit. As soon as the air hit her nipples, they hardened from the coolness of the wet water evaporating and lengthened into the spikes of flesh that made Traci mad for them in her mouth. But she only rubbed her fingers lightly over them and pushed Heather to the bathroom. "And shampoo. No chlorine smell or you don't leave the apartment for your little evening of sin."

"Got it. Correction. Going to get it!" They both giggled and the door shut and the sound of running water came from under the door as the tub filled.

While Heather bathed, Traci went to her suitcase and pulled out the items she had in mind for Heather's evening. Actually, she had wanted to surprise Heather with them one evening at home, but she wanted her to have them now.

At long last, the bathroom door opened and Traci went into the cloud of steam. Picking up an oversized towel, she began towelling down the long, wet hair and helping her dry her back. Hard as it was, she restrained herself from touching Heather in an overt sexual way, concentrating on her hair until it was just damp.

"OK, let's brush it out and let it dry." Sitting Heather down at the vanity, she picked up a brush and began to slowly work it through the tangles and finally, the hair was free and beginning to dry. As it drying, she gently brushed it over and over and the perm began to coil the lustrous dark strands into a mass of flowing hair spilling over her other hand and arm as she guided the brush under the hair over and over to make sure it was all dry. Satisfied, she lay the brush down and Heather opened her eyes and turned and pulled Traci to her, beginning to unbutton Traci's slacks.

"Hey. Wrong lover tonight!"

"You know what that does to me. I have to have you."

"Absolutely not. You are not going to this woman smelling like my pussy. Hands off!" And she smacked Heather's still working hands away gently.

"You're being mean."

"Maybe. But Inga's not going to know what hit her tonight, if I know my Heather."

"Yes. I'm very horny. VERY horny."

"OK, on your feet. I'm going to dress you now. Over here by the floor length mirror. OK, now, close your eyes and no peeking until I tell you. OK?"

"OK. Can't I peek?"

"Close them or you get smacked."

"Oh, I like it rough. Smack me, please smack me!" Even as they teased each other, her eyes had closed and she stood, hands at her side, waiting for Traci to begin dressing her.

First Traci took a new pair of burgundy red hip hugger satin panties from a bag and proceeded to very slowly run them up and down Heather's freshly shaved, silky smooth legs, from the tops of her feet, up the calf, the inside of her thigh, stopping just short of the triangular nest of heavy dark hair between her legs. This was done in front, the sides, over her ass, and finally up the tender inside of her thighs. Heather was immediately reacting to Traci's sure touch and was panting, her knees getting weak as her concentration was overwhelmed by the sensation on her skin. Finally, the panties were pressed down into the crack of her tight ass and pulled back and forth very slowly. Reaching down between Heather's legs from the front, Traci gripped the edge of the waist band and pulled the panties through her crotch gently, causing her slit to open and admit the shiny material, which glided over the now opening lips and clit with a slight sigh and whisper of the material.

Traci held the panties up to Heather's face and gently traced the material over Heather's lips and held them under her nose.

"Who is that you remind you of?" Traci whispered in her ear.

Heather's voice was shaky as she focused on an answer. "My.. my pussy...your hands....Oh, god, Traci, don't do this to me. I'll never get to Inga this way."

"Yes you will. I'll make sure of it. But there's no reason you can't be really ready for her when you get there." Traci was now kneeling in front of Heather and signalled her to lift a leg, then the other, and the panties were pulled slowly up and into position, with Traci doing a continuous bit of adjusting. Finally, Heather's pussy was covered in satin, but the now puffy lips were very visible. Traci cupped her hand and slid it between Heather's thighs and held her solely by the cunt, not moving her hand.

Heather moaned and her fists clenched, the long nails biting into the skin.

Traci finally, after a full minute of this, released her and reached into the bag for the next item. A new pair of nylons, very shear, were removed from their wrapper. She guided Heather to the sofa, eyes still closed and had her sit. Picking up one foot, she rolled a stocking up and eased Heather's pointed toe in the foot and then rolled the stocking up her calf, stopping the smooth it out from the ankle up to remove wrinkles, the fabric gripping Heather's skin in a tight vice that was sensuous. Traci's hands rolled the stocking up to just below her pussy and smoothed it several times. She was careful to approach the now satin covered triangle, but stopped short just below it.

The other leg received the same treatment and she lingered over the smoothing, using every opportunity to stroke Heather's legs and inner thighs. She watched the visible signs of Heather's soaring arousal in her face and chest, her nipples were tight and erect, so erotic in their unusual length, spikes standing in the cool air of the room, inviting a hot mouth.

"Stand."

She helped Heather stand and then took a satin and shear lace teddy from the bag, the same burgundy as the panties, and guided her to step into it, one leg at a time. It slid up the nylon encased legs with a wisp of satin on nylon and then Traci pulled it up until it was above her hips. Working quickly, she guided it up and placed the shelf bra portion just under Heather's full mounds, providing a display of wanton flesh so inviting it took all her will power not to lean down and suck the turgid nipple into her mouth as she always did in their love making.

She smoothed the waist again and then pulled the crotch strap down, front and rear and snapped it closed, and gently lowered it onto Heather's fully swollen labia, careful to not let it hurt her in her aroused condition. The pressure on Heather's clit and pussy made her gasp and want to touch herself badly, but she again just clenched her fists and kept her eyes closed. It was so exciting to be dressed this way by such knowing and expert hands. She badly wanted to look and see what the outfit looked like, but she obeyed and kept her eyes closed.

Next came a matching garter belt atop her hips, and then Traci spent a long time stroking Heather's stomach, butt and legs as she attached the elastic garter snaps to the stockings. By the time the last snap was in place, Heather was shaking slightly.

Traci led her over to the full length mirror. "Open."

Heather opened her eyes and was dazzled by the erotic figure she had become, a satin vision of the female body on display, it's attributes accented in every way by the cut and silky smooth fabrics, tight here, darting there, holding out her breasts to be admired and more.

"Gosh. This is hot. Wow. Oh, thank you Traci. I love it. Is there more?"

"Well, now that I see you in the outfit, I'm not sure I'm going to let you go to Inga, I'm so hot for you myself! Yes, there's one more item." She went to her bag and pulled out a cellophane package and tore it open. From it, she took some sort of piece of jewelry and came back over to Heather. "Honey, this clips gently on the base of your nipple. Do you want me to do it or do you want to do it yourself?"

"From my nipple?" Traci held up the bangle swinging from a short silver chain, a small C clip between her fingers. "You do it. Seems you've already got me ready for it!"

Traci smiled and took the left breast firmly and then ran her fingers down until she was gripping the nipple between thumb and finger and pulled the nipple out. In a flash, she slid the clip on the base of the nipple and lowered the nipple slowly.

"OK, it's on. How does that feel? Too tight?"

"No, it doesn't hurt. I can tell it's there though. It feels..... nice."

"Walk around a bit." She did and the bangle swung to and fro and occasionally bumped the bottom of her breast just below the nipple. It felt wonderful as the tugs and tingles arose from her nipple.

"That feels really, really nice."

"You are almost ready, my dear. Now, lets do your hair, makeup, jewelry, and get you into the blouse and skirt you picked out and send you on your way. If you stay here much longer, Inga will have to cry herself to sleep tonight. You'll be mine."

Heather stepped forward and hugged Traci hard, their ample bosoms flattening against each other. "You are very special. Thank you so much."

And then they finished the rest, and she stood at the door, erotic in the extreme, the warm lipstick accenting her full lips, earrings dangling to accent her long neck, which drew your eyes to the deep channel of her chest, which was now wrapped in a pale yellow satin blouse that showed every curve of her chest. Her proud nipples were hard points against the fabric, shouting out their need to be sucked. A black pleated skirt that ended just above the knee and black high heels completed the picture.

Her long dark hair was up in a large pin that implied it would fly free in all its volume and length if easily released. Now, with her bag in her hand, her erotic underwear concealed, she was a walking surprise for Inga when she uncovered it all. She felt like she would explode from the sexual tension in her body and her skin was like electric central, with sensory overload approaching from the tight nylons, garters on her legs, tight strap holding her pussy tightly closed. The shelf from the teddy pushing her nipples out firmly against the tight satin of the blouse. Then sensations were in waves.

"See you later."

"You look fantastic. Go knock her socks off. And, babe, don't you dare miss the air plane tomorrow at 10AM. I'll have you all packed to go and your bags down at the desk. Now, get going, I have a movie I want to watch." Traci was trying too hard to be casual. This sharing was going to be very hard. Very hard. She wanted to reach out and tell her she couldn't go. But, she stayed back a step and said nothing, biting her tongue to keep silent. Damn, fantastic just wasn't good enough to describe the woman in front of her. She decided ultimately fuckable was the right description.

Heather smiled nervously and slipped out the door. Traci sighed and reached into her suitcase and picked up some things and laid them on the bed. Shedding her clothes, she walked into the bathroom and filled the tub with deep warm water and some bubble bath and oil. Her erect nipples spoke volumes about how aroused the dressing of Heather had gotten her. As the top filled, she played in the hair below her stomach, an area of extreme sensitivity for her.

Then, she turned on the radio softly and lit a candle on the edge of the tup. Sliding in, she felt the warmth flood through her and she relaxed physically a bit, but the hard edge of her horniness wasn't blunted. After a moment of savouring the heat of the tub, her hands sliding over her stomach, chest and pussy, she reached over and picked up the enormous dildo Heather had given her so many months ago after that afternoon in Heather's dorm room, and now the tool disappeared out of sight under the foam and the water. As the head began to press into her, she groaned and lifted her feet to each edge of the tub and relaxed, pressing harder. As the first inches pressed firmly into her, filling her so full, she thought, "I needed you so much tonight." And groaned loudly as the urgent pulse of lust seized her and she gave herself to it completely. Already, her feet had left the side of the tub and were standing straight up in the air as the tool worked in and out of her. Her body was rapidly on its way to the first of many, many orgasms. When the fire came, it took her by storm and for the moment, Heather and Inga were driven out of her mind, replaced by the fire in her loins and belly. In her mind, the stars came out.

Heather stood in front of the door to Inga's room. She was ten minutes late as she knocked softly. In the few moments it took Inga to answer, Heather realized that she was about to seduce or be seduced by a woman to whom she had only spoken to for ten minutes. She didn't know her at all. In spite of this, the sexual need inside her was even stronger now and she was actually holding her breath when the door opened and Inga was there. Inga's bright blue eyes locked with her's immediately and Heather just stood in the door, unable to move, unable to breathe. Inga had a nervous smile on her face, but her eyes swallowed Heather whole and Heather knew it somehow didn't matter how long they had known each other. The chemistry was somehow right. They WOULD be hot together.

Inga stepped forward a step and in a repeat of the direct physical approach she had demonstrated in the lobby two days before, her hands reached up and the long nails trailed along Heather's face, ears, lips and nose. Heather was breathing in a tight chested pant immediately.

The hands worked down her neck and along the top of her collar bones, sliding under the satin just so and finding no bra strap, she worked lower. Heather's eyes closed and she trembled uncontrollably. The fingers quickly undid the top two buttons on the straining blouse and then the long rapiers trailed out across the top of her breasts and maddeningly slowly, worked down the top of the nipples, then stopped.

One finger traced its way back up to Heather's lips and the nail slid between them, forcing its way between her teeth, the tip of the finger demanding entrance, and then the rest of the finger slid in to be sucked. Heather wanted to suck this finger and her mouth suctioned and her cheeks hollowed and her tongue was wild with activity. Finally, she opened her eyes and realized that Inga had her's closed tightly as well. The finger was slowly withdrawn and Inga opened her eyes.

"Hello." Inga smiled.

"Hello."

"Please come into the room. We have others watching." Inga giggled a bit and put her hand to her mouth, embarrassed, her face flushing bright red.

Heather then realized that two other woman several doors down were standing watching them, mouths actually hanging open. But their faces were flushed and when Heather finally turned and spotted them, they quickly let themselves into their room and the hall was empty.

Once in the room Heather turned and for the first time, both women actually surveyed the other. And Inga was breathtaking. Just out of the shower, her hair was piled on top of her head and still wrapped in a towel. Her very white, almost translucent skin was startling against the colour of a hot pink cropped tee that was failing to completely cover the bottom of her breasts, their gentle sag rounding below the fabric. A bare midriff ended in a pair of hot pink satin tap pants and her long legs emerged from the pants in straight lines down to pink patten leather four inch open toed high heels. The sight of these shoes sent a sudden thrill through Heather and, strangely, she became as excited as she had ever been before. She was almost dizzy as her gaze finally came back to meet Inga's.

Now it was Heather's turn to approach Inga. She ran her hands down her arms, then very slowly back up and down Inga's scantly clad front, lingering only briefly on her breasts as she traced the woman's form under the tee. Each curve was perfect, framed by the fabric and nature's gift to her at birth. As her fingers crossed Inga's stomach, Inga's eyes fluttered closed and Heather knew she was sensitive there. Down, down, under the satin of the tap pants, no panties were encountered. Just at her Mons, she traced a circle and moved back up. Inga's nostrils were flared and her breathing was ragged as the nipples were again rubbed and pressed, and then Heather reached down and took Inga's hands into her own.

Eventually, Inga opened her eyes and they kissed, gently, then more urgently. For a brief moment, their tongues caressed each other and they pulled back, gasping. Whatever it was between them was very powerful. Electric sparks were almost visible between their bodies from the attraction and excitement.

"Heather, we...we must eat first. I have had little to eat all day and I will faint if I do not have a bite. It is already here." Inga pleaded with Heather.

Heather wanted her now, but knew it would be better if Inga was comfortable and had more energy, so they walked hand in hand to the table and ate a delicious meal, if in near record time. Neither wanted to wait a moment longer than necessary. They both knew what dessert would be. They had already tasted it.

"Heather, please, before we begin, you must know," Inga said as they walked into the bedroom, "Helga and I have been lovers a long time, and I have never been with another woman before tonight. I do not want her to know. I tell you this because you must not leave any marks, marks on me. Please. My skin is very fragile and I bruise easily. And no scratching."

Heather held up her long nails and waved them in front of Inga's face. "Then, you must be a good girl and leave me completely exhausted by morning, else I will have no recourse other than to.." and she held her fingers over Inga's face and made a mock motion as though scratching her.

Inga grinned, "That will not be a problem, my delicious Heather. I may never let you leave."

In a motion, Heather lifted the tee over Inga's head and began to plant little kisses up and down Inga's neck, finally, leading down to her breast, sucking in the tender nipple and licking it slowly against the roof of her mouth. Inga gasped and her fingers worked on Heather's blouse buttons, finally pulling it free from the skirt and sliding it down over her shoulders. Heather straightened one arm at a time and it fell to the floor.

Inga's hot hand closed over one of Heather's now presented breasts and her nails again stroked it from underneath and then grabbed the nipple. The large size and fullness of the boob excited her and her other hand found the left breast and repeated the motions. Heather felt her chest go tight and the nipples went hard from the sensations.

As always, her pussy was dripping wet in seconds from the sparks shooting down her belly on the way to her cunt. Inga's nipple was a hard little marble in her mouth at this point and Heather changed breasts.

Inga was still trying to remove Heather's skirt and fondle her breasts at the same time, but finally had to stop and push the skirt down with both hands and it dropped to Heather's feet, to be kicked aside.

Pushing Heather backwards onto the bed, Inga stepped out of the tap pants and climbed on top of Heather, grinding her pussy down against the satin clad mound beneath her. Heather was moaning and grabbing Inga's ass in her hands, the bright red nails vividly contrasting with the white skin, pulling her down harder. She needed to orgasm so badly, she was lifting Inga right up in the air as she thrust up, harder and harder.

But the teddy was adding too many layers, so Inga rolled off and started sucking on Heather's breast and nipple while her fingers round the snaps between Heather's now well separated thighs and popped them with a hard yank. Finding the panties beneath, she realized they wouldn't be able to get them off without removing the garter belt first, so she just eased them to one side and plunged two fingers into Heather's waiting hole as far as they would go.

Heather simply exploded into the long anticipated orgasm, a tidal wave of heat flooded her thighs and belly, spreading up through her chest and into her brain, and she floated away on the wave of electric heat. Her skin was on fire and for long moments, she was completely suspended in time.

Inga's fingers continued to work and Heather began to come down, only to find that Inga was running a nail up and down her long clit and she simply exploded again, this time with a wild yell and her whole body going rigid. Inga held her tight and stroked her face, the smell of her own pussy flowing into her nostrils as she groaned and finally opened her eyes.

Looking into the deep blue pools of Inga's eyes, her hands found her breasts and she took each one in a hand and began to roll the nipple back and forth. Inga's eyes fluttered and she began to whisper sweet nothings in Icelandic to Heather. Heather began to kiss and lick the orbs, and was fascinated to see the intricate latticework of pale blue veins under the skin of the breasts. The skin, now glistening with Heather's saliva, seemed almost transparent.

She traced lower with her tongue, and now she entered the zone on Inga's belly that was so sensitive. Inga moaned very loudly and was shivering as Heather's tongue went over and over the area just above her Mons. Her pussy was completely dripping now, and Heather moved her tongue lower and now was wetting the thin white hair guarding the gate to Inga's womanhood, and finally, she slid her tongue gently inside her slit, the puffy lips bright red from excitement. As the lips parted, a wet stream of lubrication flowed out onto her tongue, and she lapped it up, pushing the lips up and away, taking each one in her lips and sucking on it gently. And then, she plunged her tongue into Inga's pussy and Inga gave a wild shriek and began to buck against Heather's mouth. Heather was now laying between Inga's long legs and Inga wrapped her legs around Heather's sides, with the tips of the pink heels now prodding Heather's butt.

The feeling of the shoes on her ass excited her almost to the point of being dizzy, but she continued to fuck Inga's pussy hard with her tongue. And Inga began to go stiff under her hands, indicating she was moving toward her orgasm, so she shifted her tongue to Inga's clit, and, using the tip only, began to flick the tip across the clit, very rapidly. Inga, already rigidly gripping the bedding in her fists, went wild, her arms slamming down on the bed, and her pussy thrusting and jerking around. Her heels dug cruelly into Heather's ass, but she felt the pain as stimulation, and the downward thrust drove her own pussy into the bed.

The feeling of her long clit rubbing against the satin panties as she thrust against the bed sent her into her to own orgasm, and she groaned into Inga's pussy, her tongue pressing down very hard on Inga's clit, which, already inflamed to the point of unbearable sensitivity from Heather's expert licking, sent a spear of pain/pleasure straight to her brain and she began to yell out in her native tongue, shrieking and babbling in a rapid series of yells as a rippling series of multiple orgasms sent her higher and higher, finally crashing down on her in one last spasm that shook the bed violently.

They lay like that for a while, spent and satiated from that initial need to fuck and be fucked. Heather finally rolled to one side and Inga started laughing.

"What's the matter?" Heather inquired.

"I never even took the towel off my head!" Inga replied.

"Well, I see I'm half dressed myself. Here let me get out of the rest of this."

"No," Inga interrupted her, "please leave on the garter belt and stockings. Your legs look beautiful in the slick nylon, and I want to rub you while I fuck you again. Here, I'll help you."

Inga reached down and unsnapped the belt from the nylons and then she pulled down Heather's panties, by now darkly stained with her secretions and Inga's saliva. Then, she carefully reattached the nylons to the garters and began to trace steady strokes up the back of Heather's calves and thighs, up, up to her buttocks, running a long fingernail down her crack and letting it linger for a moment over Heather's asshole.

Heather jerked a bit as the nail tickled her ass, and Inga whispered to her, "I want to lick your ass."

Heather responded with a moan, and immediately, Inga was tracing long lines of saliva up her buttocks, each stroke bringing her closer to the pink hole, and then, starting in Heather's wet pussy, she licked steadily up and the tip of her tongue found the pink door and pressed in on it. Heather gasped and jerked a bit as Inga pressed harder and the tip of her tongue entered her ass, a hot poker opening her up.

"Oh, god, Inga. God, that's so good. Hmmmm. Yes. Oh. Yes. Hot. It's so hot. Hot! God. Deeper. Oh, my god. Fuck me, fuck me please fuck me hard, now!" Heather's body responded to the probing with an almost instant rise in her sexual tension across her belly and a tightness that told her she would come any second. Inga wasted no time and rolled over on her back and pulled Heather's pussy down onto her face. Pulling the erect clit into her mouth between her lips, she sucked once. Twice. Heather's hands came up and cupped her breasts, holding their delicious weight in her palms as her fingers gripped the nipples savagely. The electric reaction of her nerves pushed her into orgasm. And then, another. Unable to catch her breath, Inga continued to suck her clit very hard and she was just starting to black out as another orgasm hit her already rigid frame. With a deep groan, she rolled to one side and collapsed, unconscious.

When she came to, Inga was sitting on the side of the bed and was rubbing her breasts and nipples, with her other hand in between her legs and three fingers buried in her pussy, pumping in and out quickly. She was muttering something, groaning and giving out sighs and cries at a growing rate. Heather climbed behind her and pushed her breasts against Inga's back, their firm form flattening against Inga, their heat almost searing to Inga in her need, and she orgasmed at that moment, with a shudder and groan, then she slowly rolled on her side, still shaking.

They lay like that for a long time. Incredibly, Heather realized that she still wanted Inga. They were both covered in sweat, and should have been exhausted, but the activities to date only seemed to add fuel to her sexual need, not dampen it.

They rolled and faced each other. Heather guided Inga's hand to her beast and Inga's eyes widened.

"You are already hot?"

"Yes, yes. Inga, this is incredible! I'm so hot for you again I can't stand it. Please, fuck me. Take me any way you want. Just do me until I can't do it any more."

"I think we need to try something special, OK?"

"What?"

"Just do as I do. Fill your mouth with spit, and get my pussy very, very wet. I will do the same with you."

In moments, they were at each other's already very wet holes and adding a mouthful of saliva to the existing fluids. Then, Inga turned ninety degrees to Heather's body and scissored her legs together with Heather's, bringing their pussies together in a wet slurping sound.

"Now, we must push together very hard until it happens."

"What, what will happen?"

"You will see, just hump me."

And they humped and pushed and pushed. The humping drove Heather almost to orgasm, hanging by a thread from going over the edge. And then, it did happen. The fluids allowed the puffy tissues of their pussies to form a seal and when they pulled slightly apart, the suction deep in their vaginas sent wild signals to their brains of a kind Heather had never experienced before. And she experienced a steady series of orgasms she thought would go on forever. And, in the end, in a sense, they did, as both Heather and Inga ceased to push almost at the same time, completely and utterly exhausted from the sensual and physical overloads on their bodies.

After a bit, smiling slightly at each other, they crawled together and slept. Just before dawn, Inga awoke and went to the bathroom, then returned and began to stroke Heather's legs, stomach and pussy. But Heather, moaning slightly, did not awake, and eventually, Inga stopped, disappointed. She crawled up behind Heather and reached around and took Heather's left breast in her hand and felt the heat and weight of it. With the long nipple sticking out between two fingers, she too went to sleep.

It was almost ten when they stretched and awoke. Heather glanced at the clock and let out a yell.

"Hell, I'll never make the plane! Where're my clothes? She slipped on the skirt and blouse, not bothering to snap the teddie or her panties, and found her shoes. Inga pulled on a robe and handed her a brush to fix her hair. Heather ignored the brush and just twisted the hair up on top of her head and pinned it there. As they rushed to the door, Inga said, "Wait!"

She raced back to the bedroom and came back and handed Heather the pink satin heels. Heather felt that same dizzy feeling again in her gut, a giddiness, an excitement.

"You like shoes, correct?"

"I, they're very nice, but..."

"No, I mean you have a, a thing for feet in shoes? Sexy for you, no?"

"I....I don't know. I mean not until last night...."

"I saw your eyes when you looked at my feet. Take these and enjoy. To remember me. And our night together."

Heather took the shoes in a shaking hand and give Inga a hard kiss goodbye. Inga handed her a business card. "If you want to talk. Maybe, some day...."

"Maybe. Who knows. It's a small world!"

They both grinned at each other, then kissed again more casually, and even as they finally parted, Heather wanted to tear the robe off her and take her again, right in the doorway if necessary. But she didn't and ran down the hall for the elevator.

At the airport, she was the last one onto the plane. Sliding into the seat next to Traci, who's worried look disappeared the second she saw Heather's glowing face coming down the isle, still a bit flushed from the night's activities.

"Ok, that was close. Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"

"No. Sorry. We overslept."

"I wonder why."

"Be quiet, you!", Heather gave her a shove on the shoulder.

The plane taxied out and took off. After breakfast was served, Traci said. "OK, spill the beans. What happened? Did you enjoy yourself, like I have to ask?"

"Well, you had me so sexed up by the time I got to her door, I thought I'd just jump her when the door opened, but then, she did and........"

And she told Traci everything. Even her unexpected reaction to the shoes. Even as she went over her reaction, she reached into her oversized bag and pulled them out. Her hand was trembling as Traci took them from her. She looked into Heather's eyes and saw that familiar look she got when she was really turned on.

"Well, let's see if they fit me. I'll be damned, a bit tight, but not too bad. Think you have a thing for shoes, my darling?" Traci asked.

"I must have. God, I'm all turned on again, just looking at them."

"Perfect, because, we are about to join the Mile High Club. Let's go."

And Heather eased out of her seat they headed toward the back of the plane. Heather went into the small bathroom first and stood for a minute figuring out how they hell the were going to do this, the door shutting behind her, but not locking it.

Traci looked around nervously in the isle, awaiting a moment to also slip inside the compartment. Suddenly, a voice said in her ear, "Go ahead. I'll knock four times when it's clear to come out. Don't be too noisy in there."

She turned her head and the smiling face of one of the stewardesses greeted her. "Go ahead. You're not the first to want to do it."

"Thanks. We won't be too long."

"If I had that other young woman in there, I'd be in there a long time, I think," the stew said, a bit wistfully.

"You may be right about that. She affects me the same way. OK, here we go."

And she opened the door and wedged herself inside and locked the door.

Heather was ready. God was she ready.

And so was Traci. And the Mile High Club received its new members only a minute later with a bang and a thump on the wall and door that alarmed a passenger standing in the isle.

The stew just said, "Oh, sometimes they all make a bit of noise the first time. I wouldn't be surprised if it makes a bit of noise a few more times before it settles down and gets it out of its system. Why don't you use the other unit?" Smiling, she went about her duties.

I wonder who the younger one was? Maybe I can get her name before they get off. And then she laughed, realizing she was already way too late!

(To Be Continued....)

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