Chapter 14

Two weeks later, there was a small reception at an art showing downtown, to be attended by several art critics from New York. Traci invited Heather and that night, they both took special care to look good.

When Traci saw Heather as she walked to the car, her breath caught. Stunning in a black dress that displayed her bosom in a daring way, dark hair draped over her shoulders and spilling down her back, she was a show stopper. Traci felt that familiar pull and pulse in her pussy.

"Wow, that's some dress! You sure are going to turn heads tonight."

"I just wanted you to be proud of me. Thanks for asking me along. Think we'll meet anybody we know? Maybe we can team up and get somebody hot enough to fuck us tonight as a side benefit."

"You've got me hot enough to want to fuck you right now. Actually, I'm not sure. Anita Smathers will be there. She's that new young critic from the paper. I've heard she's really a great person to know. Seems to be on everybody's "A" list, if you know what I mean. A lot of doors open to her."

The hall was full of people, mostly older, apparently rich. Everywhere Heather went, necks craned and eyes followed. The women were looking daggers at her revealed, voluptous young figure. Traci also noticed the attention and finally, handing Heather a glass of champange, said, "I think all the men want to fuck you and the women want to kill you. Except me. I'd like to fuck you too. It always seems to work out the other way around!"

They both laughed and continued to cruise. Finally, they headed toward a corner where a bigger than usual crowd seemed to be gathered and there in the middle was Anita. Working their way to front of the crowd, they soon were off to one side. Anita was a trim woman with a short hairstyle, striking face, great legs and very nice, well exposed bosom. She was holding forth on some art question. As she spoke, she was slowly looking around and finally, her eye fell on Heather and in one quick pass, took in her striking figure so beautifully displayed. Next to her was another very attractive woman and they seemed to be together. Finishing her comments, she excused herself and came over to Traci and Heather.

"Hello, I'm Anita Smathers."

"I'm Traci and this is Heather. I'd hoped we'd meet and have a chance to talk. I'm an art professor over at the college and would love to have an opportunity to show off some of the art work my class has produced."

"I think you already brought along a piece of that art with you. Heather, you are quite stunning in that dress. You must have them licking out of your hand." She was looking directly into Heather's eyes.

Heather never blinked. Quietly she said, "And in other places, if the opportunity presents itself. Thank you."

"We'll never be able to talk about such opportunities here." She put her arms around both of their waists in a very familiar way and then walked slowly along. "Why don't you both come to my hotel when this thing is done and we'll share a glass of wine and get into things when we can be more comfortable."

She walked away and Heather and Traci stared at each other. Each could feel their pussy grow moist at the thought of an evening with this lovely person. They linked arms and killed time looking at the exhibits and caressing each other's arms when no one was looking.

The hotel room was on the top floor. When they knocked, the door opened and Anita was standing there in a very shear camisole, her own very ample tits pushing the top almost to the side and pussy stuffed with smooth silk fabric deep into her crack. Her face looked a little flushed.

She handed them each a glass of wine. "There're some outfits in the other room if you want to be more relaxed." She waved them toward a door.

They wandered into the other room and each selected some items. All were very revealing and the bottoms were sewn in such a way to force the fabric up tight against their assholes and deep into their twats. When the finished, they looked at each other and smiled. There was no doubt this woman wanted some action. Already, Traci was showing signs of wetting the fabric with the come she was producing from all the friction of the material on her clit.

They went to the other room and Anita was sitting in the middle of the sofa, arms spread, chest exposed, nipples slightly extended. They sat on each side and sipped their wine.

Anita looked at both of them and said, "You both look very hot in those outfits. Why, Traci, from the look of that wet pussy of yours, I do believe you have the hots already." Her hand traced the top of Traci's leg and ended up only a fraction from the top of her twat.

"You don't have them on quite right. Let me show you." She pushed Traci to her feet and, sitting front of her, pulled them down and, fingers reaching inside, Traci gasped and jerked as she smoothly separated the wet lips and pulled the clit out to it's full length with thumb and forefinger. The other hand pulled the panties back up and this time, the lips were separated even more deeply by the crease in the panties. Now her clit was standing at full attention straight out through a well placed hole in the fabric. The tight fabric was wrapped firmly around the base with an elastic and held it up and out.

"Ohhhh. I wasn't expecting that. These are sure unusual pants." She was trembling slightly. Anita's face was only inches from her crotch and her hot breath was on her clit. Tingles were racing through her pussy.

"You bet they are. I say, let's get you off honey, before you go nuts."

Without waiting for an answer, she slid her hands up the pant legs openings and grabbed each cheek. The tightening fabric pulled the clit up and squeezed the base even harder. Traci felt as thought someone was using a vacuum on her pussy and a vice grip on her clit, which had never been so abused. Now she was shaking and not a little confused by the sudden harsh assault on her lower parts. Anita pulled her closer and leaned forward, sucking the now rigid clit deep into her hot, wet mouth without any preliminaries.

"Ohhhhh. GOOODDDDD! Oh SHIT! You. Shit... Fuck. OHHHHHH, I'm COMMMMMMMM.NNNNNN. MNNNNNN.!" Unable to break away, and somehow not really wanting to, she looked desperately over at Heather, who was observing in surprised silence, wine glass poised in mid-air. The confident, directness of this woman was amazing. Anita sucked hard and her tits fell completely out of the top of the camosole, nipples now hard from her own excitment.

Unable to back away, Traci's eye's closed as she felt the heat in her loins begin to rapidly take her by storm. Her hands were on Anita's head, fingers woven in her hair, pulling her into her crotch in a reflex.

"OHHHHHHH. I. Ungh. Ungh." She grunted as the wave hit her belly and she came. Her heavy breasts were billowing and shaking, nipples riding the crests just inside the shear fabric that struggled to contain them.

Heather found herself very turned on and in need of relief after observing this sudden, very hot sex right in front of her.

"Your turn."

In one motion, Anita pulled free from Traci, still shaking and not completely done with her orgasm, turned and pushed Heather onto her back on the sofa. Lifting a leg, she pulled Heather's panties off to one side and stuck a long tongue deep into her pussy. Fireworks went off in her pussy as the tongue whipped in and out. Prowling everywhere, it had her on fire and in less than a minute, she was no longer aware of where she was, only the heat in her pussy pushing her higher and higher. She could hear herself moaning wildly, unable to stop herself.

Anita's hands stole up and gripped her breasts firmly, squeezing the nipples and pulling them hard. It hurt, but she couldn't stop Anita now, she was too overwhelmed by the lust in her belly. Her legs were on either side of Anita's head, wrapped at the ankles as she humped the hot mouth. In less than a minute, she had an explosive orgasm, then rapidly, five more in quick succession, all pumping come into the woman's waiting mouth. Her tongue worked like a beaver and sucked it all down.

She was dazed as she tried to sit up. Anita was casually sipping her wine and looking at them both, eyes filled with excitement.

"I don't know about you, but I like to get the preliminaries over with. You two are really beautiful, hot bitches. I never have any luck at these out of town things, but tonight, I got a double bang for my buck, I'm sure! I trust you both don't mind a little sex to spice up the conversation?"

Her use of the word "little" was a classic understatement. Her assault had left both of them breathless and neither responded.

"Heather, you taste delicious. I must have you again later." She smiled at her. A bit of come still clung to her upper lip. She wiped it clean with her tongue and smiled again. She reached up and pulled Traci, who was still standing in a daze, onto the sofa between them.

"Hell, we can talk in the morning. Let's get her off again. You suck the left one and I'll take this one. Don't stop until she comes. Ever had a nipple orgasm? I never thought it was possible, but the daughter of one of my friends sucked on me for over an hour one night and, well, you'll see. Suck her good."

Heather managed to get up and leaned down and pulled the fabric away from the swinging boob and pulled the nipple into her mouth. It was still slightly tight, but fully hardened immediately. Traci's nipples were very sensitive and when sucked, sent electric shocks to her pussy.

Heather pulled more of the billowy breast into her mouth and sucked hard. Traci grunted and moaned and yelped a little. Two hot mouths were pulling her chest, more and more of her flesh disappeared into them. Her nipples were on fire and she couldn't breath. Her moaning got louder. Her hands wrapped around the back of their heads and pulled them into her breasts. Her pussy was pulsing from the stimulation. It was electrifying, but already her nipples were sore and beginning to hurt. One second, she felt on fire and the next the pain would hit.