Chapter 17

The morning dawned bright and clear. Paula gave Heather a hug and they bolted a quick breakfast, then went out to take care of livestock and lock up the ranch. By mid-morning, Paula had rounded up the requested items and gased up the Jeep, and they were on their way up a winding trail through the land behind the house. It was over an hour before they entered a woods and finally came out along a beautiful lake. They followed the trail and swung along the lake until they went a short way up a hill and came upon a beautiful, two-story, large unpainted summer house, with wrap-around porches. As they pulled into the yard and parked the Jeep along side two other vehicles, a petite woman with very short brown hair waved from the front door.

"That's Amy. She's my cousin. My other Aunt, Monica, will show up sometime. Probably off with the guests somewhere. Let me introduce you."

The introductions were cordial, with Amy being very friendly and smiling. Only in her early forties, she was much younger than Heather had expected. And very pretty, too. Trim figure, she was wearing a skimpy halter top and short shorts. She had a deep tan that could only have been gotten from nude sunbathing.

Amy sent Paula off with a wave to find Monica, who was somewhere down on the lake fishing, and invited Heather in for a cup of coffee.

The house inside was laid out with a large common area that was dominated with a huge stone fireplace on one end, door leading off to several side rooms on two walls, and an upstairs balcony that went around three sides of the house, with doors along each wall.

"Paula can give you the tour later."

"This is very beautiful."

"Thank you, we try to make it comfortable and make it a home away from home."

Coffee in hand, they settled into a large sofa near the fireplace and Amy spent the next hour talking with Heather, finding out about her family and friends, her studies, and her views on various things.

"Well, you have told me a lot about yourself, so I'm going to let you in some important things you need to know about Paula, and her two Aunts. As you know, we are not really her Aunts, but when her parents died in a car accident, I was at their house and only then did we find out that I was the closest living relative who could take her."

"I never expected to have a family to raise, but I took Paula and moved out here to the ranch. I guess you must have guessed that Monica is my lover. Anyway, we have raised her and I believe that she has turned out to be a quite beautiful, honest and open individual. How her sexual preference turns out is totally up to her, as we have always been careful not to push her one way or the other, just to be understanding that not all people are automatically one way or the other. Some," she smiled, "decide not to decide and enjoy both sexes."

"Now about this cabin. Out here in Montana, people who find out they are gay or bi-sexual have a very rough time, particularly the women. This is a very conservative society, and there being so few people, everyone seems to know everyone else's business, so privacy is almost out of the question. When Monica and I first arrived, we worked very hard to get established as two straights with a young baby. We both dated around a lot with the local men, but never let things go very far with any one person. Got reputations for being down right picky about our men."

"But we got invited to lots of parties and picnics and by and by, got to know many of the women and wives. And discovered that there was quite a secret gay and bi-sexual society out here among the women, but almost never did any of them have a chance to act on their desires. They were all very much in the closet. Hell, if they ever got caught, they probably would have been killed."

"So, Monica and I set out to give them a chance to safely get some action. We bought this piece of land and had this cabin built by builders from well outside of the area. Then, we set out to supply it with all the things that a person might like to have around, depending on their tastes. And after it was here and we had used it ourselves for a year, we decided it was time to run our first test. We had a little dinner one night for two friends who we knew were gay or bi-sexual and after dinner, we sat them down and very frankly told them what we had in mind. Total secrecy, everyone else willing to help plan the covers, the way we would get the place reserved in secret, and the rules of the road."

"They were amazed and were so excited. We planned an outing for them to see the place, and they decided to take the chance. Over the years, we have had quite a few ladies in on the secret, who help each other have a night out, so to speak. Right now, there are two friends here who spent the weekend and decided to stay an extra day. I have asked them to stay down by the lake until you and I have had a chance to talk. And now I have to ask you, can I trust you to keep our secret and protect what we have here? I'm not asking you to leave, or have relations with anyone here, but it is important for their safety that I know how to proceed."

"I think it is wonderful that you have done this for everyone, and risked your own situation to help all these people. I give you my word that as far as I'm ever concerned, all I know about this place is that you come up here to fish, swim, and read."

Amy gave her a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Paula said you were a real find. She's very taken with you, I hope you realize?"

"We, she has a way of getting under my skin, too."

Amy laughed. "Paula and her toys. Which one was it last night?"

"Some kind of long tool, wider at one end. You put it in your rear and then it starts to wiggle and move..."

"She really likes you dear. That is something she reserves for her exclusive use up here when she is alone. At least up till now."

"What do you call this place?" They walked out on the front porch and Amy placed a colorful flag in a holder. It fluttered in the breeze.

"We haven't named it so far, have you a suggestion?"

"How about, 'Hole in the Wall'"

Amy laughed. "Well, that's one of the better ones so far. Personally, I always said that if we built it, they would come."

Heather laughed. "I'll bet they do."

Amy smiled back. "You bet they do. And that leads me to rule number two: You wash all you own bedding till it's spotless, or you replace it."

"What's rule number one?"

"Come again."

Up the walk were four people approaching the cabin from down by the lake. The first was a blond in her mid-thirties, nice tan and long legs. She looked up and waved a greeting. The other walking along side her was a little older, around forty. She had jet black hair, long, pulled back in a pony tail. Her face was pleasant, with weather lines from hours in the sun. She had a large boned frame and walked with a purposeful stride.

Amy took the lead, as the blond came up the steps. "Karen, I want to introduce you to Heather, a new friend of Paula's who's come up for a few days. Heather is from the bone dig over on the bluff. You know, they got stranded by the weather last night."

Karen smiled again and said, "Hi!" She seemed nice. But quiet.

The other woman had come up the stairs one step behind Karen and stuck out her hand and said, "Caught the name Heather, right? Mine's Bonny. Always a pleasure to see a new face up here." As she said it, she was staring at Heather's ample bosom quite openly.

Amy headed her off. "Now Bonny, Heather is only here for a few days with Paula, and then will be off to the dig or back to school I imagine. I think we can allow her some quiet and relaxation."

Now coming up the stairs with her arm around Paula's waist was a very delightful looking woman, also in her early forties. She had a striking figure, well shown off in a two piece sun outfit. "Heather, this is Monica."

"Well, hello everyone. I'm so glad to meet you all," Heather said.

A bell went off and Amy went inside while everyone else was chatting away. She was back in a minute.

"OK, we have a bit of a problem. Bonny's husband called the Stevenson's and said he'd stop over there for dinner on his way home from the airport. I figure you can just make it. I know you've only just arrived, but Paula, would you do the honors and do the driving. Heather can keep you company."

In minutes, Bonny and Karen were in the back of a new Toyota off-road vehicle with Paula driving and Heather riding shotgun. They went out a completely different way than they came in, over a little used trail, mostly weed grown. Ten miles later, they flashed out on a minor, abandoned back road and took off at high speed toward the setting sun. An hour later, they reached the outskirts of a small town and Paula finally slowed from the blistering pace. They turned up a side street and went along slowly past a small white framed house. Bonny, who had been very nervous the entire trip and very quiet, suddenly let out a breath of air and said, "We beat him. His car's not here yet. Turn around and I'm out of here." She reached up and gave Paula's shoulder a squeeze. "Your lead foot saved the day again."

In seconds, they had dropped her off and went on out of town a bit further. As they did, a brown car went by and Paula said, "The husband. We only just did make it." They dropped Karen off in the next town at another house and turned around to leave.

The cab of the vehicle, all of the windows of which were darkened with very dark smokey plastic, was lit up as Paula opened up the sun roof.

They drove along at a slower pace, hair flying around wildly in the air. Paula, turning on the radio, suddenly grinned and said, "Hey, let's have some fun." And with that, she let go of the wheel and pulled her top over her head. Her large tits, spilling out of the hardly needed bra, were jiggling in the bouncing vehicle. A quick reach behind her and the bra fell away and the delicious boobs bobbed free. Heather remembered their firm succulence the previous night and felt herself grow aroused.

"You too, baby."

"Somebody might see and we'll get arrested," Heather protested." But she was tempted, nonetheless.

"Not in here. That's why I had the windows darkened. Come on, get naked. Here." She was reaching over, brazenly unbuttoning her blouse. Her hand slipped inside and slid down inside the bra, still restraining the right breast, and squeezed the nipple gently. It was all the reminding Heather needed.

"OK, OK, but you keep your eyes on the road." Her top and bra fell to the floor and she thrilled to the thought of riding with the sun and wind streaming in through the sunroof. In the distance, another vehicle could be seen approaching and she sat still, intent on catching the driver's reaction to their splendid state of undress. But the other car went by and the driver, a man, never even turned his head.

"You're right, they can't see us." Heather said and relaxed a bit.

"But I can. Come over here and let me get my hands on those beautiful babies."

Heather slid over and her thigh pressed against Paula's. Paula put the truck on cruise control and lifted her right leg up over Heather's, opening up her box to the wind and rotating her body slightly to the right. Her firm breast pressed on Heather's arm. She slid her right arm around Heather's shoulders and her hand reached down and long fingers began to stroke Heather's breast and nipple, already standing up from the friction from her hair whipping around it and the cool air spilling in and over the sun-heated skin. The sensations were powerful and she soon gave herself to the sensations of lust and fire that began to course through her body. Her eyes closed and a low moan escaped her now open mouth.

Her immediate arousal heightened Paula's already aggressive attack and her hand stoked, pushed, and pulled the turgid peaks. Heather was panting now, coming into real, undeniable heat.

"Ohhhh... Good... Nice... Yes. Pinch it. Ow! Shit. Oh, that's good. More. I'm so ready. Oh, I need it. Please. I need it. Stop the truck. I need to cum. Please... Ohhhhh."

Several miles passed as Heather's passion continued to build and Paula helped herself to the lusty body, topless on the seat next to her. Heather's passion was driving her own body to respond, and she felt herself lubricate.

"Do you want it?" She whispered in Heather's ear.

"Oh, yes. I want it. I need it. Stop. Hurry. Stop. Fuck me. Ohhhh... Ummmmmmm."

"Let's wait till we get back to the cabin...", Paula teased Heather.

"No. Now. Do me. Please. Oh, God, I'm so hot and ready. Do me."

"Pull down your shorts and get ready."

Heather did as she was told, her hands popped the button and the zipper screamed as she pulled them down and off her hips. Her foot tossed them against the cab window. Her panties followed a second later. The crotch, darkly stained with the wet of her cum, added its own musk to the atmosphere in the cabin as the wind spun around and around.

But the truck wasn't slowing and Heather pleaded again.

Paula had another idea. "We can do this while I drive. Stand on the car seat out through the sunroof, facing the back. I'll slide over a bit and it'll be a perfect fit."

And Heather, alarmed at the suggestion of being so openly exposed to the world, began to protest, but the stoking, squeezing hand, and her own need to get off overcame her protests and after another few seconds, she emerged from the sunroof. No cars were visible in any direction for many, many miles. Paula had slowed the truck down quite a bit. By standing a bit sideways, facing the driver, and spreading her legs, she presented an open target to Paula's eager tongue. Paula slid over and, after first making sure she could see and steer safely, guided Heather's right leg over her shoulder and began to lick the sopping quim now at her ready lips. The taste was delicious and she worked her tongue deeper and deeper into the ready cunt at her mouth.

Heather, wind-whipped and nervous, felt the guiding hand on her leg, raising it over the waiting shoulder. The rasp of Paula's probing tongue cut off all other observations as her clit, already inflamed from an hour of constant arousal, now felt the heat and grip of this randy organ, sending shocks up her back. Her hips bucked and tried to drive the organ deeper into her box.

Her breasts were mountains of pleasure as the wind pulled at the nipples and they bounced with the motion of the truck. The tight skin pulled on the nipples and fire spread across her chest and down her belly.

In only a few miles, she built up and rushed to orgasm. Her leg tightened behind Paula's back, pulling the head into her crotch. She involuntarily bent backwards, eyes closed, her hands slid up her lower body and came up under her engorged breasts, cupping them, lifting them, and gripping the nipples savagely as the orgasm took her. Her wild, pleasure cries were carried away on the wind and across the open prairie on each side of the truck.

Paula struggled to see and steer as the leg pushed her face deep into the steamy crotch, but she knew from the unrestrained twitching and bucking Heather was about to cum. Her right hand, till now behind the small of Heather's back, traveled downward and the middle finger dipped into Heather's honey pot and became slick with the copious flow. It was withdrawn and Heather jerked again as it slid slowly, but firmly into her ass. It stayed there, wiggling and adding to her uncontrolled spasms, her hips jerking in reaction, driving the probing tongue deeper into her pussy. In seconds, another orgasm followed the first, driving her breath from her. Minutes later, her head still spinning and her nerves still tingling from the explosive release of sexual tension, she slowly slid back into the cab and lay propped up against Paula, groaning and moaning. Her head in Paula's lap, slowly the passion ebbed.

Paula stroked her hair and back, her right breast pressing down gently over the side of Heather's face. As Heather became more settled, she turned on her back and sucked the pointed tip into her hot mouth and began to gently wash the growing point with her saliva and tongue. Paula felt the warm sensation and the rasp of the tongue and her own lust began to rise strongly again.

Her voice was husky. "Shit. Hey, baby, we're almost at the turn-in and I'm going to need to actually drive if we're going to get back to the camp in one piece." The gently sucking continued, then Heather stopped and sat up beside her. Still naked, she fondled the jiggling boobs as the truck wound up through the hills. Just short of the cabin, they halted long enough to put their clothes back on, although the bras remained off and in their pockets.

Parking the truck in the garage, they gave each other a big, wet French kiss, finally stopping when both became breathless.

They discovered the cabin locked and empty. Paula found the hidden key and let them in. A note on the table from Monica said that they had a call from the ranch and had to go back to take care of business. They hoped they'd stay a few days and enjoy themselves and would see them both later in the week. So they had the cabin to themselves. They gave each other a big grin and headed off to the kitchen to get some dinner. It had been morning since either had eaten anything (with the exception of Paula, as she reminded Heather with a wicked grin) and they were starved.

After dinner, Paula gave Heather the grand tour of the cabin and the lake. The cabin was very beautifully equipped, with very large, airy bedrooms with king sized beds. A large, very well sound-proofed electric generator provided power without noise. The basement had a fully equipped workout room.

After cleaning up, they went out on the porch and sat on a swing and watched the stars come out. The evening air was much cooler now, and the very gentle breeze rustled the leaves in the treetops from time to time. Heather finally moved over to a chair and put her feet up on the rail. Paula moved over next to her and perched on the high railing, feet on the deck. As they talked, Heather began running her long fingernails up and down the inside of Paula's long leg. Over time, the gentle trace raised an urgent need in Paula to have it go higher and higher. She shifted her legs apart, pressing the right one tightly against Heather's thigh, opening up access to her honey pot. In the darkness, Heather could hear her breathing grow more and more ragged as her caress went higher. She finally stopped just a fraction short of direct contact with the now very sensitive nerves, pulsating against the tight fabric of her panties.

Not shy, she simply stepped out of her shorts and peeled off the panties and said, "Higher. Do me. I need you to stroke me and eat me and fuck me. Please, hurry. I've wanted you to do me ever since the truck ride."

She sighed as an index finger traced the outline of her black, full bush, then, after some tentative probes, eased inside her to the hilt. The finger pressed, turned, pressed, withdrew and began a slow, tantalizing fuck as her cum began to flow like a faucet. Paula was groaning now. A second finger joined the first, spreading the pussy wider, demanding and getting entrance. Then, a third. The groaning became a eager monologue of passion.

"Yessssss. Oh, God. That's so GOOD! Deeper. Yes. Fuck it. Fuck my needy hole. Ohhhhhhhh... YESSSSSSS!!!" She was shouting now, her hips bouncing on the railing, an arm around a porch post for support. Her head was back, hair falling out and down behind her head, body shaking. Heather leaned forward and knelt between Paula's legs and smoothly replaced her plunging fingers with her tongue, sweeping up the torrent of cum pouring from the lust of this sweet box, and probed inside, driving Paula up, higher and higher. Her orgasm took her in an intense grip, and stars exploded in her brain.

"OH! LICK IT! SUCK IT! LICK! SUCK! FUCK! FUCK! SHIT! SHIT! IMGOINGIMGOINGGGGGGGG... !!!!! The last one continuous shout of glorious passion and lust as she shook and trembled.

After that send off, they sat together on the porch for a while, then headed for bed. Heather's room was upstairs on the opposite side from the one Paula would be using, they waved good night and she closed the door. Able to study the room with more time, she was surprised to find that it was fully equipped with a VCR, television fed from a satellite dish on the roof which she hadn't noticed either, a good selection of books and VCR's, and a note reminding the occupant that a full library of books and films was available off the basement and to return anything she took out before she left.

A bit tired, she took a shower, letting the water cascade off her back for a while, then towled down and returned to the room and slipped into a plain cotton nightgown left on the foot of the bed. It fit very well, but didn't do anything for her shape.

She turned down the sheets and killed the lights, sliding into bed. As she placed her head on the pillow, she felt a hard object underneath, and pulled it out. Turning on the light, she found a VCR with a note attached. It was from Monica.

"Sorry we never got a chance to talk. A friend in the movie business sent this along the other day and I think you'll enjoy it. Let me know what you think.- Monica" The note said.

The title on the film was "The Best Laid Plans". Curious, she slid the film into the VCR and started up the TV, adjusting the sound lower. Then she remembered Paula telling her the rooms were sound-proofed. "You could shoot an elephant in there and no one would hear the gun" were the words she had used. She killed the lights again and the film started.

The scene was a very nicely furnished business ante-room, with several hardback, stuffed chairs, side tables with coffee and refreshments on one side of the room and other tables with brochures and other papers on the other. As the camera panned the room, a door at one end opened and several women entered, dressed in very nice business attire, chatting as they walked in. The stopped at the table and got some pamphlets and moved over to a corner. Other people entered, all young women, very smartly dressed until approximately twenty people filled the room. One of the women, a blond with long, curly hair in a pale suit, moved around the room, checking on everything and speaking briefly to everyone. As she moved away to the table with the coffee on it, the doors opened again and three women entered, the camera moving in for closer shots. Two of the women, very pretty, were a little older than the rest and the rest of the room watched them out of the corner of their eyes.

These were clearly the boss and a clientwith an aide. The boss began introducing the woman around the room with brief introductions. The other woman, dressed in a very conservative dark outfit, with a single long, dark braid of shiny hair, followed behind, introducing herself behind her boss. She was the administrative aide to the client, who was doing her best to avoid her. Finally, the aide, standing by herself looking a little indecisive for a moment, turned and went over toward the coffee table, coming up along side the blond, who did not look over. The camera moved to the other side of the table and for the first time, the two women were seen close up.

The brunette spoke first. "You are supposed to have some package." She poured and stirred her coffee. It was a statement, not a question.

The blond smiled and turned. Even the suit couldn't hide the very full figure. The blouse gaped strategically in front, revealing striking cleavage.

"Nice of you to say so. I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage. Hello, I'm Tina."

The brunette turned and started to say, "No, I mean..." her eyes fell on the swelling bosom, long neck and beautiful face and she stammered. Finally looking up, she said, "I meant, they told me to pick up a package from you. I'm Sue, Miss Locklear's assistant."

Tina's face was suddenly serious. "I have to talk to you during the break. Remember, I'm on channel 15 and the code is 'Snatch'.

Just then, another door opened and they all went into a darkened, very plush high tech briefing room. Each person had a stuffed, high sided leather seat that they sank back into, almost completely out of view of anyone else in the room. Small monitors on arms could be swung in so that only they could see the screen. A small key pad was attached to each arm of the chair, with one-half of the entire keyboard on each pad. You could type without moving your hands. Tina stood up and welcomed everybody, then gave them a quick run down on the working of the equipment.

"We will be giving you a full briefing on the services and benefits for doing business with our firm. We hope you find it stimulating."

She resumed her seat and the light dimmed further and a large screen at the front of the room began to play an intro film. She kept watch on her monitor and about ten minutes into the droning pitch, a single word suddenly appeared.

"Tina?"

"Yes. Sue?"

"Yes.?"

"I know you are in trouble."

"What do you mean?"

"I know about the tape Locklear has of you and your -- friend. I know she is using it to pressure you."

"How..."

"We have sources."

"OK, what do you want?"

"Aside from a good look at you without the jacket, I think I can help you."

"I don't think anyone can help me."

"Look, talk to me at the break. I can explain. Believe me, this is your lucky day."

The screen stopped blinking and the movie faded to a scene with everyone coming out of the room for a break. After a bit, Tina came over to Sue and Miss Locklear in the corner and offered to show Sue how the multi-media room operated. They went back inside the briefing room.

Tina pulled her up to the front of the room and started talking fast. "Just listen. Your boss got my boss to set up this session so they could film a porn show in here. My boss has hired a female hooker to come in later in the show, under the table when no one can see, and do a job on Locklear. They have the cameras set up to film everyone's reaction to her getting off, especially you. She wants it as a keep sake. Likes to know others are watching. My boss is going to keep a copy of the tape and blackmail Locklear for the business. To add to the excitement, she's having Locklear's coffee or whatever spiked with a drug that will get her really aroused and believe me, when it hits her, they could burn the building down around her and she would still want it. When I did the background on your company, I ran across some things that didn't add up and did some more digging and found out she's got you under her thumb. It pissed me off, since they were going to film me as well. So, if you are in, here's my plan."

"I've got the cameras set up to film everyone but us two. After the incident is over, I have to go to the recording room upstairs and make a quick copy of the tape for my boss to give to Locklear and give the master to my boss. Well, we'll just run off two extra copies for us."

"You've got to be kidding. In front of all these people she's going to let..."

"Honey, when that shit hits her system, she's going to be begging anything that moves to do her. Sue, are you in with me? I'll need your help to make the copies so there won't be a delay."

People began walking back into the room. Tina began talking louder about a few technical things on one of the keypads.

Sue nodded her head and said, "I think I understand. Thank you for sharing all that with me. It'll take a few moments to take this all in and know what to do."

Tina replied, "If there is anything I can do to help you, let me know." In a low voice she said. "15 Snatch, I'll be waiting for an answer." She touched the woman's arm. "Seize the moment, baby. Go for it."

Sue headed for her seat and Tina ducked outside and ran into the assistant who's job it was to spike Locklear's coffee.

"How'd that go? Mission accomplished?"

"No problem, just before you all took your break, I spiked the coffee, just like she said. Put the whole bottle in, just to be sure!"

"Not the whole pot of coffee! Oh, my God!" Her mind raced and she realized she had had a cup of coffee during the break. It would only be a short while before she too would feel the effects of the drug. Things were not going well.

Back in her seat, there was a message from Sue. "We have a big problem. Locklear sent me a note saying she had the coffee spiked with a sex drug to see what everybody's reaction will be during the meeting and to take notes for future use! I had two cups during the break!"

Tina didn't have the heart to tell her it was worse than she thought. The briefing went on.

It was the first wave of heat that flushed her face and chest that told her the drug was hitting. A mild feeling of arousal was an added effect and within moments, she felt a growing need to be more fully aroused. Her nipples rose and pushed her blouse up in distinct points. Nipples that needed to be squeezed and stroked. Her hand was involuntarily reaching up, cupping the breast, a long fingertip sliding up and around the hard tip, probing and tweaking the tender flesh. The friction sent a flame up her spine and she gave a slight gasp.