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The Adventures of Heather Part 24 By "RAMAPO"
Heather rolled over on her back and stretched. The kind of full
body stretch that pulls every muscle in your body absolutely rigid.
Her back arched and strained. Her voluptuous boobs stood up as perfect
oversized tear drops, almost defying gravity, and her straining
ribcage pushed the tender, swollen nipples toward the ceiling. Her
flat belly went almost concave from the taut pull of the abdominal
muscles. With her thighs tight together, pinching her clit hard
between then, sparks were shooting pleasurably into her lower belly.
Finally, relaxed like a cat, she practically purred as she rolled
close against Traci's back so that her tits flattened and nipples dug
into her lower sides and her pussy's deep black, copious bush scraped
against Traci's ass and nicely presented cunt.
Traci lay with her legs together, bent at the waist. Her pussy
was thus framed between two muscled thighs, fully displayed to Heather
if Heather had been a bit lower to see it. Heather didn't need to be
lower to see it. She knew where every sensuous female part of her
lover's body was, what it looked, felt and tasted like. One night,
while Traci was tied spread eagle to the bed posts and a blindfold on
and gag in her mouth, Heather had carefully licked ever-so-slowly
every square inch of Traci's body until Traci was trembling like a
leaf in the wind. She finally finished her off with a languid tongue
stirring a thick mix of saliva and Traci's moisture around and around
her button hard clit. At the very end, she took Traci's clit in her
mouth and bit it just so. Hard enough to hurt. Hard enough to fire
every screaming nerve in her pussy. Even with the gag, Traci's scream
was loud. And her orgasm was of cataclysmic proportions, causing her
to pass out. While she was out, Heather quickly untied her and stroked
her body to help her come down.
Traci never complained. Heather was by far and away the most
sensitive, caring, eager, voluptuous, wanton lover she had ever had.
She was deeply in love with her, but somewhat restricted by her
current position as art professor to Heather being her student.
Heather attracted lovers so easily it never ceased to amaze her. Even
in her love, she never felt jealous of these other lovers, who came
and went with regularity. Heather was always there when she needed
her, wanted her.
And Heather wanted and needed her just as badly, it certainly
seemed. Her lovemaking never flagged, or lost its inventiveness.
Heather was as close to being a sex maniac as anything she had ever
experienced. And at the same time, she knew Heather never went looking
for action. It found her. Great heaping gobs of it. And many of those
partners she could have easily have been envious. And not a few had
turned her head and made her horny as well. Traci had been twelve when
she realized that it was the girls that turned her on, never guys. She
had accepted her Lesbianism immediately. Over the years, she had had a
few very close lovers, but never anyone who affected her like Heather.
Whatever it was about the girl that made her tingle, made her think of
her every waking moment, well, she liked it, wanted it, accepted it.
When Heather made love to her, she gave her soul to Traci, her
body just happening to be the way to heaven. Traci found herself
almost uncontrollably horny around Heather. If there was something to
the great chemistry theory of sex, they were probably proof of it in
living, fornicating action. Their love making was often almost
uncontrollably tempestuous. Frontal assault kissing. Tongues like
swords, trying to conquer the other, teeth, hands, fingers, toes,
fists, knees, anything that could rub, push, penetrate, tickle or
torture the other was fair game until the other party just passed out
either from violently explosive orgasms or from pure exhaustion. And
coming to was surely a sign that you wanted more. Fuck me again. I can
make you pass out again this time. I will fuck your brains out and
leave you passed out in a pool of your own cum, my body's flow smeared
over your face, hair, neck, tits, stomach, legs, toes.
Any place, any time. Only the sensitivity of their
teacher/student relationship caused them to show any restraint at all.
Not that a quick car ride away from the campus didn't mean you
couldn't hoist up a skirt, unsnap jeans, and in seconds have fingers
disappearing from view in hot, steamy, soaking pussies, pumping
rapidly until one or the other or both would give a groan and cum, the
gasping catch of breath and sometimes unrestrained cries signifying
the sought after orgasm was achieved. They used each other's body like
it was their own. And loved every second of it. Totally giving to each
other. And taking if the mood so struck them.
The previous night had been like that. A dinner at Traci's
apartment, followed by a movie with a bottle of wine slowly
disappearing. By mid-movie, Heather's long, carefully buffed nails
were trapping Traci's nipples and pulling them out and around in
circles, pinching just short of pain, then maybe just a bit more.
Traci had ceased to be able to concentrate on the movie and tried to
relax as Heather brought her along, using her nipples as the only
place she was being touched. Her pussy had cried out for penetration,
a dark stain soaking her panties and jeans, large enough to be visible
to Heather, who grinned in secret, knowing she was getting the better
of Traci. Horny herself, she waited for later. There was never any
doubt that Traci would give as good as she got. Heather's own pants
were not exactly unsullied at this point either.
Heather had learned long before that Traci was capable of orgasms
through nipple stimulation alone. And tonight, she brought Traci
along, higher and higher in her arousal. Traci moaned and begged to be
fucked, head now back on her lover's shoulder, she whispered filthy
requests, begging and pleading for release, but she knew Heather would
take her this way and secretly wanted it as well, only the waiting
while her body responded so slowly was agony. Ecstasy. Agony. The
minutes passed and her back began to arch. Her breathing was in
explosive, ragged gasps, her belly was on fire with need, solid with
tense nerves, her clit rock hard. Her breasts were swollen from the
stimulation, stretching the skin taut, emphasizing the hot tightness
in her whole chest. And below, her pussy and lower belly were on fire,
and the pressure was mounting steadily, almost painfully. Traci knew
at that exact moment the meaning of the word ecstasy.
And then, in perfect timing to Traci's now almost frantic
anguished gasps and moans, Heather pinched the twin nipples hard and
twisted the rapidly from side to side and pulled them out painfully to
their furthest possible extension. Traci yelled, gasped, and began to
come. Her breasts were like liquid lava from the heat. And then
Heather pulled the nipples up again as far as the straining fullness
of her breasts would allow. It hurt, but the fire in their tips shot
sparks into her cunt and her brain finally exploded in a wall of heat
and light.
They retired to the bedroom and stripped. Heather fucked Traci's
face and immediately came as Traci trapped that outrageous clit
between her teeth and licked it against the roof of her mouth like
some exotic sucker. Falling then into bed, they proceeded to explore
every part of each other like they had never been there before,
cumming and cumming. It was late when exhaustion finally gripped them
both at the same time and they slipped, no, fell into sleep.
Now, Heather realized she needed to pee, so she carefully slipped
out of bed and went into the bathroom and relieved herself. She
freshened up a bit and came back into the bedroom. Traci was still out
like a light. It was a bit early yet. Too early to wake Traci up and
fuck her again. What a nice idea, Heather thought. I could use her
tongue up me again. That snake of a tongue. The unspoken thought made
her hot.
She slipped on a red silk robe that stopped just above her bush
and went into the kitchen and made some tea and sat sipping the tea
and looking over the funny papers in the morning paper. After a bit,
Traci still didn't wake up and Heather got lonely, so she slipped off
the robe and slid into bed behind Traci again, only this time she was
head down, looking right at Traci's framed snatch. The evidence of
their wanton lovemaking was still smeared all over the lips of her
pussy and down the backs of her thighs. Heather leaned forward and
licked some of the dried juice, the taste reminding her of how much
she loved to eat her lover.
But now, she decided not to wake Traci up, but see just how horny
she could get her before she did awake and become fully aware. She
pulled her long hair around her head and took several small strands
and bunched them together like a paint brush. Like a feather, she
began to slowly paint the cum-smeared lips and asshole, slowly,
slowly, rubbing the tips along the tender flesh. Traci did not awake
to the barely perceptible feeling. But her body responded none the
less, and soon, the outer lips began to grow visibly deeper purple and
swell. The swelling continued and her box would have opened to allow
Heather to see up into her at this point, but the pussy was trapped
tightly between Traci's thighs and so, the swollen members pursed and
puffed out. Heather replaced her hair with the very tip of her tongue,
barely touching her partner, she traced the outline of the lips and
then trailed a thick layer of saliva down their center. The faint
taste of cum told her that Traci was aroused and lubricating behind
those firmly pressed lips. Again and again she tongue-fucked the
outside of her lover's box and resisted the urgent desire to just
plunge her tongue inside Traci's honey pot.
After many minutes of this, she changed tactics and began to slip
one of her long fingernails slowly inside, stopping just before the
tip of her finger would touch Traci. Then out. Then in. Traci gave a
whimper and Heather froze. After a bit, she started again and within a
half minute, Traci gave another whimper. Heather continued on now,
judging that Traci was having a horny wet dream and boy was she ready
to help her along. The very slight gap in the lips caused by the
curved nail was enough to let the dammed lubrication out and now
Heather began to pant herself at sight and smell of her lover's juices
flowing down the back of her thigh and ass.
Traci began to moan and whimper and her body began to quake and
shake the bed. Still asleep, her horny dream was about to become a
very wet one.
Judging the moment precisely based on the tenseness of her
lover's body, Heather slid a finger deep into Traci and Traci's pussy
spasmed and gripped it in a vice of orgasming muscles. The muscles
gripped and gripped and the flow continued. Finally, Traci relaxed and
Heather slowly withdrew the wet finger and sucked it clean. And Traci
continued to whimper a bit, but was still asleep!
Well, that was a new one. She got her off while she was sleeping!
As horny as it made her to not get herself off at that moment, she
decided to wait until Traci got up and get some relief from her lover.
They had the whole day today, anyway. She knew by the end of it, Traci
would have used her up and left her like a dishrag. And she could
hardly wait.
It was at that moment that the phone rang in the kitchen. She
never answered the phone here. Too risky for Traci for anyone to know
she was there. But, the answering machine kicked in and faintly, she
heard Sherry's voice from the other room.
"Traci, this is Sherry from the Dr.'s office. Remember me? I have
been trying Heather's apartment and can't reach her. It is urgent that
I speak to her immediately. If you know how to reach her, would you
have her call 555-3597? Thanks. Sorry to bother you so early. A bit of
an emergency here."
Heather had jumped out of bed and raced into the kitchen and
picked up just before Sherry hung up. "Sherry? Sherry? Are you still
on?"
"Heather? Oh, I didn't expect you to be at Traci's." There was
surprise and a bit of disappointment in her voice.
"Yeah, well, we sort of have this thing going. I thought you
knew."
"Well, I didn't. I guess I should have realized, but, well,
listen. That's not important right now. We have a problem. A big
problem." The disappoint evident in her voice was now superseded by
worry.
"What, what is going on?"
"Well, remember how we decided I should put Janet under and then
tell her to stop fucking the patients using hypnosis? She was to go to
the bathroom every time she was tempted? Well, last night after work,
I put her under and brought her back to my place for some. well, some
sex. And that's when the problem started."
"Well, what? You had sex and she woke up and caught you?"
"No, just the opposite. We, I mean, I did my thing with her, took
her back to her place, told her that her car had broken down and
that's why I was driving her, and then told her forget everything
except the sex with patients thing and told her to wake up."
"And?"
"And she didn't. Wake up that is. Heather, I can't get her to
come out of it. I'm scared. I've had her over at my place all night
trying everything I could think of and nothing worked. I hoped she'd
finally go to sleep and wake up OK, but she never drifted off. What
should I do? God, I'm going to lose my job. This is really fucked up."
And she started crying softly into the receiver.
"OK. Calm down. There must be a reason for this. How are you
doing?"
"I'm exhausted, ready to fall over, and scared to death. She's
walking around like she's had ten hours of sleep and is ready to go.
Oh, gosh, I'm in so much trouble."
"Have you told her to forget all the suggestions you gave her and
just wake up?"
"Yes, I told her everything was off. No dice. Look, I'm coming
over there. And bringing her along."
"What?! You can't do that! How the hell are we going to
explain..." She never got a chance to finish.
"I don't care." Sherry was crying. "I don't know what else to
do."
The click on the phone told Heather it wasn't any use arguing.
Sherry was on her way.
"Who was that?" Heather almost jumped out of her skin. Traci had
walked up behind her.
Naked.
In spite of her confusion over the rapidly unfolding events, the
sight if Traci's flushed face and still hard nipples reminded her of
what she had just done to Traci and her own horny feelings only
moments before.
"Gosh, girl, I just had the fucking horniest dream I've ever had
in my life. I mean, I was being held captive and couldn't move, and
someone was just licking my pussy and tickling me and in the end, I
just exploded. I need you to fuck me honey, take me right here on the
table." She pushed the papers to the floor.
Flat on her back, legs apart, her box was glistening with her
love juice from her wet dream. "See? Look at how wet I am! Fuck me
woman. Make me scream." It wasn't a command. It was begging. Pure,
lusty sexual begging. I am your slave, please make me cum in your
face. It couldn't be denied.
Heather had drifted up to her, between her legs. The phone.
Sherry. This wanton fleshpot begging to be fucked. Her mind spinning,
her head drifted down like a magnet drew it and her tongue appeared
between her opening lips and disappeared into the sopping hole and
Traci cried out.
"Yes. Oh, yes. Lick me! Ahhhhhhh! Lick it bitch!!!!!! Oh, my god
I'm GOING to CUM ALREADY!! Ohhhh!! OHHHAHHHHH!!!" And she exploded
like some sort of sex bomb, every nerve in her body shorting out. The
session in bed, the wet dream, and now the long hair of her lover
spread over her trembling belly, a hot tongue lashing her insides and
clit were too much and she just came and came. Relentlessly, Heather
took her with an energy driven by her own need. One hand was between
her own legs working feverishly and she came repeatedly in time to
Traci's groans.
Heather was still licking furiously minutes later when the
doorbell rang. And, with Traci's thighs tightly wrapped around her
ears and heels resting on the small of her back, she didn't hear it.
Traci groaned and came again and her legs lifted a bit as she tensed
and released and this time the urgent ring of the bell broke through.
Sherry! Oh, shit!
Heather stood up suddenly and started wrapping her robe back
around her. Not much good it would do, as her tits were almost exposed
by it anyway even when closed and her pussy and ass were just in full
view. Traci was till groaning and slowly opened her eyes.
"That, lover girl, was fantastic. Come to bed and let me..."
Traci was becoming more focused and realized Heather was pulling back
and looked very, very nervous.
"What's wrong, honey?" She sat up on the table and slid into her
feet.
The doorbell went again.
"Oh, hell, we're both naked. Let me go get a robe." Traci started
to head for the bedroom.
"Please don't hate me," Heather was pleading.
Traci stopped in her tracks and looked back. "Hate you? Hate you
for what? Don't be silly!" She started to turn to go.
"For this. Traci, it's time for you to climb Mt. Olympus." In
desperation, Heather spoke the words that would trigger the
subconscious suggestion left by her lusty doctor, putting her into a
deep trance.
It had the expected effect. Traci had started to walk forward,
now put her hand on the doorjamb to brace herself as her head sank
down and her eyes closed.
Heather came over near her. "Traci, can you hear me?" The
doorbell went again, insistently. Sherry must be freaking out.
"Yes." A whisper.
"I want you to go to the bedroom and get dressed in some jeans
and a nice blouse. Then sit on the bed and wait for me to come for
you. Do you understand?"
"Yes. Jeans. Blouse. Wait. I understand." She moved slowly away,
as if in a trance. Heather thought to herself. Shit, woman, she
answered herself. She IS in a fucking trance.
And then she ran to the front door and pulled it open.
Sherry was there, almost ready to ring the bell again. Her face
was streaked with tears, her eyes glowed red and she looked frantic
and exhausted all at once. "For God's sake, it took you long
enough..." her outburst was stopped by her focusing for a second on
Heather's robe. Heather had never looked finer than at that moment, at
least in an erotic way. Long coiled hair spilling down her back and
front, proud, oversized upthrust tits poking through the robe and
volumes of hair, black pussy hair clearly defining the well of her
womanhood between her legs. And she was giving off that unmistakable
aroma of sex. Recent, lusty, wet sex. Her face, hair, tits and pussy
reeked of it.
Sherry turned to Janet and gently guided her into the apartment
and sat her down on the sofa while Heather closed the door.
Then she turned back to Heather. "I know I'm out of control. God
you look good, babe. I must be interrupting a really good session.
Sorry."
Heather pulled the robe shut and realized just how naked she was.
Not that she cared about Sherry's seeing her. She liked Sherry seeing
her pussy, actually. But the Dr. was a problem if she suddenly woke
up.
She gave Sherry a big hug and held her tight. "Look, don't worry.
Right now, go and make us some coffee and let me change. We have
enough problems without you and I starting something up."
"Well, I can't believe it, but as hot as you make me, right now I
can hardly focus on anything. I'm excited and exhausted. Some
combination. And I'm out of ideas on what to do about little Miss Hot
Box over there."
"Coffee and I'll be back in a minute."
"Heather?"
"Yes." Heather turned back.
"Don't. Don't wash. You know?"
"Still a bit horny?" Heather was grinning at the absurdity of it
all. How could Sherry be horny when she was so tired? And then she
thought, hell, I'm horny and I've been getting laid for hours, so it's
just not her, at any rate.
"Yeah. You smell so fucking lusty. Like a wench in heat or
something. I like it. Best perfume you can wear for me. Remember
that."
"You are nuts. Let's keep focused, OK? Now, coffee, please" and
she waved her toward the kitchen.
"Yeah. Focused." Heather's tongue up her that was all she could
focus on all of a sudden. "Focused, that's me." And she went to the
kitchen. Her pussy was wet. Focused. Her clit was tingling. And she
was humming under her breath, "I'm gonna get that girl right INTO my
hair, I'm gonna get that girl right INTO my hair..." Not even
realizing she was changing the words.
Heather came back ten minutes later and the coffee was hot and
poured. Sherry was sipping hers and looked up. Heather had covered up
pretty well. At least, no naked skin was visible below her neck. But
even above the smell of the fresh coffee, she could still sense the
pure sex of the girl. And she smiled to herself.
"What? What are you grinning at?" Heather was grinning too.
"Thanks for not washing up."
"Oh, THAT. You sex fiend. You're lucky I like to smell hot or I'd
toss you out of here for being lewd to me."
"You would not. You like it when I talk dirty to you."
"Well, what they hell are we going to do? I can't keep Traci out
much longer. I feel like I'm playing a mean trick on her."
"Maybe Janet's afraid to come out because she thinks she's in
trouble because we know about the sex thing with patients." Heather
nodded.
"You know, that makes a lot of sense. If the medical board or
whatever found out, or a patient filed a lawsuit, she'd be in big
trouble. So, we have to convince her that everything will be OK if she
just stops fucking the patients any more. How are we going to do
that?"
"Well, let's ask her if she's scared of being found out first.
Then we can try to sort it out."
Sherry led the way into the living room. Her beautiful blond hair
was a mess. Dirty, stringy, dull. A real rat's nest of tangles. Wonder
what the hell she had Janet doing to her before it all went wrong,
Heather was thinking as well. Sure would love to wash her hair for her
and brush it out. Sherry was too focused on Janet to care about her
hair.
Sherry sat next to Janet and began to speak softly to her.
"Janet, can you hear me?"
"Yes."
"Janet, did you enjoy having sex with your patients?"
A baby voice, ashamed, scared, "Yes. Oh, yes."
"Did it make you hot?"
"Yes. Very hot. Just thinking about making them have sex with me.
Yes."
"What would happen if one of them found out what you were doing?"
Janet seemed to shrink and fear etched her face. "It would be...
terrible. Embarrassed. I'd would lose my license to practice. Leave
town. Leave you."
Sherry seemed taken aback at that last.
"Leave me? That would bother you?"
"Yes. Oh, yes." Her voice was very small. "I love you."
Sherry looked stunned. Heather was stunned as well.
"You've never told me that you liked me."
"I never had the nerve. To tell another woman I loved her. Please
don't be mad at me."
Sherry put her arm around the trembling woman. "I'm not mad at
you, Janet. I just never knew. I promise I'm not mad at you. I like
you too." Janet seemed to perk up a bit.
"It's OK. To love you?" The little girl's voice. How incredibly
vulnerable she sounded.
"Yes, of course it's OK."
It was silent for a moment.
Heather mouthed to Sherry, "She never told you, or gave you a
sign?"
Sherry whispered. "Nothing. And I've got pretty damn good radar.
God, this woman must be really repressed."
"How does that make you feel?"
Sherry looked confused.
"I really don't know. She's very nice and very sexy, and I've
often thought we could be close friends, but it was work and I didn't
want to mess it up. Sex at work can be bad news. Especially with the
boss. Maybe I wasn't being very approachable for her."
"I didn't find that a problem." Heather was grinning.
"Yeah, well, there must be chemistry with us, or something."
Sherry grinned weakly back at Heather.
"Janet, we know you have had sex with your patients."
"Yes."
"Does it make you afraid?"
"Oh, yes." Janet was shaking. She looked terrified.
"Now listen to me Janet. No one is going to tell anyone about
your little secret. But you must stop and not do it any more. If you
feel you need to have sex, you are to ask me to go to the ladies room
with you. I promise I will make love to you. Then you can leave the
patient alone. Do you think you can do that?"
"Make love to me. When I need to have sex."
"Yes, any time. You must just ask me. I promise never to say no
to you."
Sherry was looking at Heather for a sign. Maybe jealousy? Heather
was surprised at Sherry's offer of free relations on demand, but other
than that, she was basically happy this was all going to wrap up. Now
to get them out of here.
It was quiet for a moment.
Janet whispered, "Traci."
Heather asked, "What about Traci, Janet?"
"Traci, must not know. But she makes me very hot."
Heather volunteered, "She finds you very attractive. Traci told
me if you want to have sex with her, you should ask."
"Traci, ask her?"
"Yes, just ask her. She's very sexy and likes a lot of sex. With
women."
"Ohhhh..."
"Do you think you could wake up now?"
"Yes, I can wake up now."
Heather was alarmed. "Wait, into the kitchen. We have to talk."
She dragged Sherry into the kitchen.
"Are you nuts? She can't wake up here! What are we going to say
to her about why she is here. Or Traci, for that matter?"
"Let's just plant the thought that Traci invited us both to
breakfast and we'll cook something and set up the plates and plant
them at the table and bring them out of it together, in mid-
conversation. Can't miss."
"Right, and you look like hell, Traci's naked in there, well, no,
I told her to get dressed."
Sherry pressed on, "Look, let me shower and brush out and you
cook. What?"
"Oh, nothing."
"What, come on."
"Well, I wanted to wash your hair."
Sherry looked surprised and very, very pleased. "I'll save it for
you. You can join me in the shower. Give me a five minute head start
in there and then slip in." She grinned. "Into anything you want."
Heather grinned back. And they both jumped up.
It took only minutes to set the table, start up some bacon on low
heat and get ready to make toast and fry eggs. Breakfast would be easy
to whip up. Off in the distance, Heather heard the shower start.
She slipped into the bedroom and Traci was still sitting in the
chair, head down. Heather pulled her blouse off and slipped out of her
jeans. Not having any underwear on was definitely a plus in these
circumstances. In the bathroom, she made sure there were several
towels out, got her hair dryer from under the sink and several clean
brushes and then, carefully pulled open the show door and stepped in
behind Sherry.
Sherry had her back turned to her and possibly for the first
time, Heather marveled at the sleek body of this woman. Slightly
taller than Heather, her blond hair was now wet and hung in a water
slick mass down the center of her back to just above her tail. Not
only was her hair luxurious, but there was plenty of it. Almost too
thick. Probably a real pain to take care of properly. The square
shoulders tapered to a narrow waist and the trim hips of a swimmer.
Her legs were pencil straight, with a perfect gradual reduction in
thickness from the pussy down to her nice ankles and small feet. Not
visible from this close angle were the two pert, almost hard mounds
that graced her front.
Heather knew those tits would be hard from the sting of the
shower spray and without warning, stepped up against Sherry, pressing
her own jiggling tits hard into her back and reached around with both
hands and took the grapefruit sized mounds into her hands and
squeezed.
"Ahhhhhh! Oh, Heather, honey, that is sooooo... nice. You really
do know my hot spots. Ahhhhh.!!" Heather squeezed harder and pinched
the nipples, now hard points.
She was as soaked as Sherry at this point and her own lengthening
nipples dragged down Sherry's back as she squatted behind the woman's
tight ass and reached in and buried two fingers deep in her waiting
pussy. Sherry moved her legs further apart and Heather responded with
another finger, their thrusting and strumming getting Sherry to the
brink of orgasm in seconds flat.
"Shit. Oh, SHIT! That's GOOD!" Her breath was ragged and tearing
as she fought to breath and at the same time welcome the orgasm that
was about to tear through her. "I'm cummmmmmm...!!" No good. Her
breath was driven from her and Heather stroked on, faster and faster.
"No. Oh, no. I can't. No more oh baby oh baby oh oh oh OH OH!
Ohhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhh!" She exploded again. Heather was a woman and gave
Sherry what she herself liked.
Once more over Sherry's almost desperate pleadings and Sherry
collapsed weakly against the stall wall, groaning from her release.
Heather picked up the shampoo and worked it into the woman's almost
impossibly thick mass of hair. Soon, a flood of suds mixed with the
trickle of lubrication draining from Sherry and disappeared down the
drain.
Sherry finally pushed away from the wall and kissed Heather hard.
Passionately, groaning into her mouth. Her tongue announced its
entrance as a hot poker tearing around Heather's mouth like a wild
animal.
Heather suddenly felt Sherry's fingers glide down her belly,
through the forest of hair and she stiffened as Sherry took her as
violently and relentlessly has she herself had taken her. As the
shower wet fingers slid home into her honey pot, she cried out into
Sherry's mouth. Her enormous clit was fully extended and Sherry
trapped it between her palm and Heather's belly and rubbed it as she
pumped her fingers in and out.
Heather's mouth tore free. "Oh, my God, that's ahhhh uaaaaaaa
nnnnn" She exploded from the heat in her pussy. The pumping fingers
picked up speed and her rock hard clit was super sensitive as Sherry
rolled it up and down through the mat of hair on her lower belly. The
nerves were screaming, but her belly bucked and she felt herself jerk
and then her legs turned to water and she came again so hard she saw
stars. Sherry held her up with fingers buried deep.
Once more for good measure at a slightly slower pace and then
they just held each other, the water streaming down over them.
"Sherry, honey, let's get your hair rinsed and we have got to get
this show on the road." She kissed the blond hard on the mouth, her
tongue swiftly sweeping the inside of Sherry's mouth. "That was really
different. I liked that a lot. Like you just raped me. Or something.
It was so fast."
"Me too. Ummm. OK, rinse me."
Heather worked at getting all the soap out, but it took time.
Finally she killed the water and reached out, grabbed a towel and
began drying Sherry's hair by patting it down between layers of towel
and Sherry did the same for Heather. Then they stepped out and toweled
each other off quickly, with a lingering quick slip of the finger into
their still very moist slits. That had both of them grinning.
"Oh, shit, I smell burning bacon. I'll be right back." Heather
sprinted to the kitchen and found just a little of the bacon was
turning dark and she turned it and laid the slices out on the other
side and let it cook, lowering the heat. She turned a burner on as low
as possible under the egg pan and slipped in some bacon grease and ran
back to the bedroom.
Sherry was in the bathroom blowing her hair dry, but it was clear
this was going to take a while. Heather toweled hers again and decided
to dress and go cook. She told Sherry and went and finished the
breakfast preliminaries.
Checking the plates and everything, she helped Sherry run a brush
through the now brilliantly restored blonde hair that cascaded down
her back like a cape for a minute and then announced it was now or
never.
She guided Traci into the kitchen and Sherry got Janet from the
living room and they placed them opposite each other. Then they filled
their coffee cups and took a deep breath.
"OK, now, you wake them up. Make sure to tell them why they are
here and to forget anything else that happened. Ready?" Heather
inquired.
Sherry nodded. "Now, Traci, Janet. Can you hear me?"
"Yes." A chorus of replies.
And she gave them her instructions. And then started the
countdown to five. Coming out, waking up, fully awake.
"Hey, you guys, how many times do I have to ask you how you like
your eggs?" Heather sounded a bit impatient.
Traci and Janet just blinked and looked around, clearly puzzled.
"Well?"
Sherry chirped. "Two, over easy please. And is a piece of toast,
not too dark, possible? I seem to be ravenous this morning."
"Great, now we're cooking. Traci, I suppose you want the usual
one egg sunny side up?"
Traci smiled and just said, "Of course."
Janet still looked puzzled, but ordered two eggs over easy and
sipped her coffee.
"I'm so glad you asked us over. You have such a nice place. And
Heather appears to be the perfect short order cook." Sherry kept up
the light banter.
"That's artist to you, lady. I'll kill the first person who ever
calls me a cook again!"
Everyone laughed as Heather expertly slid finished eggs and toast
on plates. The bacon was on a plate in the middle for all to grab. The
burned edges were carefully hidden.
"God, I'm famished. You'd think I was up all night rowing a boat
or something," Heather said, smiling at Traci.
"Well, that's not far off the mark, I think." Everyone laughed.
Traci was always sure to let everyone know their love making was, if
nothing else, long and energetic.
But Janet was still quite puzzled. "You know." She paused.
Heather and Sherry waited with baited breath. "You know, I must be
working too hard. I'm only now beginning to enjoy this morning. Must
have needed the coffee more than usual. I really do feel like I've
been up all night." She plowed into her eggs.
"But you look so relaxed."
"You know. I am. Like something has been lifted off my
shoulders." She continued to eat.
"Me too," Traci said.
"It's like I could just fall right asleep." She looked back and
forth at Heather and Sherry.
"Janet, maybe it's time for Heather and Sherry to go play jumping
jacks."
"Yes, they should." Traci smiled at Janet over her coffee cup as
Sherry and Heather's eyes closed and their heads sunk to their chests.
They both burst out laughing. Traci dug into her egg. "Can you
believe how easy this was? They both walked right into it." She shook
her head in wonderment.
But Janet got a curious look on her face. "Do you remember us
planning to do this at breakfast?"
"Come to think of it, no I don't. But I'm awfully busy, and,
well, it must have slipped my mind. I mean, we talked about it so many
times in your office. Where and when to get them together and how to
get them under our control. And what game to play with them. Gosh,
Janet, seeing them under like this really has me all hot and bothered.
You were right about what a powerful feeling it gives you."
Not looking totally convinced, Janet nodded. And kept staring at
Traci. She picked at her food for a bit, then looked up.
"I. I... well, there is something I've been meaning to ask you.
I... Well..." She took a deep breath. "I think you're very sexy, and I
mean, well, could we go out?" The last was a surprise and Janet had no
idea why she said it. And turned beet red.
"I was wondering if you'd ask me. I'd love to. As a matter of
fact, I think you're sexy too. And with these two sleeping beauties
here, right now might be a good time to have a date."
"You mean, now?"
"Sure." She took Janet's hand in hers. "Come on. I made the bed."
"But."
"No buts. If you date me, lady, you better bring a change of
underwear with you at all times. I have a big appetite." And led her
to the bedroom.
And paused in the door. "Well, I'll be damned. I could have sworn
I made that bed. Oh, well, we're just going to mess it up anyway." And
she pulled Janet very gently toward her and they kissed. She shut the
door but in less than five minutes, Janet's moans began to be heard
through the apartment.
Heather and Sherry slept on. The bacon got cold.
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