Chapter 27

The morning dawned bright and sunny with a brisk breeze from the North, a complete change from the gale the night before. The crowd at the gallery had been large and very interested in Heather's work. She found herself in high demand throughout the evening and when they finally closed up and headed back to the hotel, she realized she was exhausted. In spite of Traci's gentle attempts to arouse her for a late night lovemaking session, for once her body refused to respond and she drifted off to sleep in moments.

Traci, frustrated at not having enough time alone with Heather over the last few weeks had found her own needs going unsatisfied and in the darkened room, frustrated and tired, she began to weep into her pillow. She knew she was exhausted from the strain of the trip and taking care of all the business arrangements with the gallery. And then there was the unexpected complications of Barbara and the dinner party. And now yet another late night had taken its toll and pushed her over the edge. She hated feeling weepy like this and tried to push it down. The harder she fought it, the more the tears came.

She suddenly felt a gentle hand on her shoulder. It was Sherry, just out from the bathroom.

"Are you OK?" Sherry's pretty face looked concerned.

Traci wiped away a tear and tried to smile. "Just too tired I guess. I'm fine."

Sherry sat on the side of the bed and rubbed Traci's arm. Traci knew immediately Sherry was inviting her to her bed. Tired or not, the tension in her belly immediately rose and she suddenly realized just how horny she was. God, they say the men are always ready to go. Maybe this is what it's like for men. Hormones driving you do it. Anywhere. Anytime. With anybody. Sherry looked so beautiful and erotic in the dim light, her blond hair spilling down one side of her head and over her breast and on to her waist.

But Sherry wasn't just anybody. Traci had grown to like her more than just a little over the last few days and found her an exciting, erotic creature to be around. Her freshly washed hair smelled wonderful as the aroma of her shampoo settled around them.

"You and Heather aren't getting enough time alone with me around. Maybe I should go home tomorrow and leave you two to... well, alone for a bit."

"No! Oh, no. I mean, please don't go. We act like a couple of nuts around each other and maybe we're a bit too much at times. I should be able to spend some time without... well, without sex and not get all weepy." She picked up a tissue from the nightstand and dried her eyes. She noticed that Sherry's hand had not left her arm, but continued to gently stroke it.

"I understand. Really. And, I mean, sex with Heather is so intense." She paused. "I'm sorry, she's your lover and I shouldn't..." Sherry stopped.

"No. It's OK. You're right. We're like animals together. It scares me sometimes just how intense sex with her can get. Like it's a battle or something. The orgasms are, well, earth shaking is a cliche, but it really does fit. Half the time I feel like the top of my head will blow off. She's made me dizzy and breathless so many time's I've lost count." Sherry stopped, then resumed stroking her arm. The backs of her fingernails were now strategically positioned so that they were also stroking the side of Traci's breast. Traci looked down and watched the red nails slide along her full, heavy tit. The nipple tightened harder and harder and ached. Sherry made her move and cupped the hard nipple in the palm of her hand and pressed the full flesh down and cause a wave of heat to flow across Traci's front. Traci's now racing hormones took control of her and her pussy tingled with anticipation. Her need gave her a surge of energy.

"Not here," she whispered. Traci swung her legs over the side of the bed and Sherry moved ahead of her to the other bed, reaching down and pulling her nighty over her head in a quick motion. She turned and faced Traci as she approached.

Sherry reached out and slowly slipped the straps off Traci's shoulders and the nighty dropped, held up only by the swollen nipples on the ends of the heavy, rippling breasts. She stroked the sides and tops to the bulging flesh and Traci shivered.

"I wish I had big tits." She slipped the nighty off the nipples and it fell to Traci's hips momentarily and then on to the floor. Traci felt the sexual tension between her legs soar. She was very wet already with anticipation what was to come. She realized she felt as relaxed with Sherry as with Heather when they began to make love. Her mind was just filling with erotic excitement to match her body's reactions to Sherry's advances.

"Your's are beautiful." Sherry murmured as she stroked and lifted them heavily in her hands. Traci felt her knees go weak. Sherry was rolling the nipples expertly and sparks shot between her legs.

"I always wanted to be big and really fill a blouse to overflowing. Bounce and look heavy and sexy. Have long sensitive nipples that were always hard under a sweater. The kind men drool over and other women are jealous of." She began to squeeze the rigid nipples harder. Traci gave a whimper. Sherry moved closer and slipped a hand up behind Traci's neck and pulled her mouth onto Traci's. Her hot tongue slid inside Traci's now open mouth and their tongues met in a slow, erotic dance of saliva and tender bites.

Even as she kissed Traci, her mind wandered for a second to the enormous inflated breasts of the women they had drugged and raped at the party. Her pussy went totally wet at the thought of getting her own huge tits. They had felt so good in her hands and while she sucked them. Heavy and solid. Tight. And big. Really big. Eye popping big. Shivers were racing up and down her spine at the mental image of such big boobs hanging out in front of her, the weight of them pulling on her shoulders and chest.

Sherry kept up the careful rubbing of the extended nipple and slid a thigh between Traci's legs, cocking it up until at last she could feel the red hot, slippery cunt begin to slide along the top, leaving a trail of lubrication as she worked it slowly in and out. The clit began to fill and go stiff, poking out from its hood just a bit. She knew Traci must be very horny after all this time with so little sex with Heather and she took advantage of it. Heather had told her how physical they were all the time. Sherry was also blessed with a very high sex drive, but she suspected Heather and Traci's activities would leave her behind over the long run. One thing she knew was that Heather was completely out of her league in terms of sex. She was often exhausted from sex with Heather, only finding her eager for more, like it was only a warm-up or something.

Traci was now in Sherry's control and gave herself to her. Her horniness had raised her arousal to extreme heights very quickly and she now leaned into the slow fuck going on between her legs, opening her legs wide and giving the thin thigh full and easy access to her inflamed pussy. Her orgasm was rapidly approaching in spite of Sherry's relaxed, slow thrusts.

"I'm going to cum, honey." Traci said with a very shaky voice.

"Already? Go for it. We've got all night." Sherry felt pleased at how well she was pleasuring Traci as she moved her thigh away and slid her hand down over Traci's flat stomach and two experienced fingers buried themselves in Traci's now totally open twat. The tip of one found Traci's g-spot and Traci's pussy pulsed with fire.

"OH!" Traci cried into Sherry's ear. "Now. I'm going... Ahh. Ahhh. Ungh. Ahhnnmmmmm."

The gasp and shudder signalled her rapid release as Sherry continued to pump fingers in and out. Finally, Sherry guided Traci on to her bed and lay down beside her, stroking her breasts with the fluid from her own cunt, dipping her fingers over and over in Traci's copious flow. Both these women got unusually wet during sex. Sherry loved it.

Traci sighed. "I needed that. Ummmmmm. That's nice." She was still floating on the sensations and coming down very slowly.

Now a third finger joined the first two and Traci was opened a bit wider. "Oh, god. That's good. Long fingers. Fuck me." Her hips lifted to meet the plunging fingers. A fourth finger joined in and Traci gasped with pleasure.

The cone of fingers pumped steadily. Traci's hips joined the rhythm and she began to groan. Sherry leaned down and pulled as much of Traci's more than ample left tit into her mouth and sucked harder and harder. The nipple stung and gave off sparks of electric across Traci's now brightly blushing chest.

On her knees now, next to Traci's humping figure, Traci's legs wide open and the knees slightly raised, Sherry cupped her fingers carefully together and slid her hand into Traci's now stretched pussy, fisting her.

Whatever sudden nervousness Traci might have felt as she realized she was about to be fisted for the first time in her life was blown away by the intense feeling of fullness she now felt. The pressure was exploding nerve endings deep inside her in a way she had never experienced before. Her internal organs were pushed out of the way and her tingling clit practically exploded out of its now tightly stretched hood.

In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. Faster and faster, the fist pumped her and she tried to follow the rhythm and driffed out of control. An arm slammed down onto the bed and still she didn't come. InOutInOutInOutInOut.

Slick.Slick.Slick.Slick.Slick. Her wetness made soft sucking sounds as the fist pressed further and further up into her and now only Sherry's thinner wrist was to be seen pumping in and out. The ball of her fist was now buried in the honey pot. Deeper it went. Slick.Slick.Slick.Slick.

Traci was breathless. "On... my... god... god... god... no... oh... ahhhh. Ohhhhh. God... shit... oh. Oh. OH!" Her orgasm stunned her. Literally stunned her. Her vagina clamped down on the trusting arm but couldn't stop it. Her head was pressed down so hard into the mattress that her back lifted clear of the bed, her body lifting has her trembling legs dug in at the heels and her pussy thrust out at Sherry's wonderful and overwhelming assault on her hole.

Slick.Slick.Slick.Slick.Slick. Sherry's arm was disappearing to an incredible depth. Fisting was one thing Sherry loved and loved to do. Especially to fisting virgins. They went crazy once they relaxed and let it happen.

Then, finally, she slowed the tempo and Traci, still twitching and trembling, lowered to the bed. Sherry left her fist and arm deep inside Traci. Left it there until Traci realized just how deep she was inside her. Could feel the new pressure and sensations so deep inside. Traci moaned.

"My god, girl. Are you still in me? She raised her head and could see over half of Sherry's forearm was inside. "Oh, wow! Unbelievable!" Never in a million years would she have believed she could absorb that much. She fell back, trembling.

Sherry began a very slow retreat. Traci shuddered. Her hips twitched over and over as the outraged nerves cried out from the sudden absence of pressure. And then the balled fist reached the stretched opening and Sherry let it stretch the lips of the vagina till they were tight as a drum and Traci's clit stood straight up out of its hood. She leaned over and began to lick the tender bud and Traci whimpered.

"No. No. Too Sensitive. Damn you. Stop. Stop! Oh. Shit." It hurt a bit at first as the oversensitive clit sent fire up her loins. Then, hot fire replaced the pain and she felt her belly grow tense yet again. In only seconds she was racing to a third orgasm. The over-stretched entrance between her legs was shooting sparks to join in the fury of the wave of heat spreading up her body, across her chest. Her body was sweating heavily and her body was glistening in the dim light of the room. And then she stopped breathing and came in a wild shudder that left her trembling violently on the bed. A fist buried in her twat, her clit clenched between two sparkling white teeth and red lips, stretched out to its full length. In her mind she could see what Sherry was doing to her.

Darkness appeared at the edge of her still exploding mind, and finally, slowly, it closed in on the fire and overwhelmed it. Still trembling, total relaxation washed over her and she slept.

Sherry removed her fist very, very carefully and licked off her hand. The woman was delicious. Somehow she had known that Traci needed someone to make very violent love to her and leave her exhausted so she'd sleep. At least, Sherry was sure SHE wanted to violently make love to somebody.

It had left her horny as hell, but soon she slipped a finger between her legs and began to stroke the inflamed lips of her own pussy. She glanced over at Heather, still snoring lightly and decided she wouldn't wake her up. Another finger disappeared inside, then a third and she bent her head back and closed her eyes. The first orgasm left her horny for many more.

One thing she knew well was how to do was give pleasure to herself and for the next hour, she worked her body out until it was too exhausted to continue. As she fingered herself to orgasm after orgasm, she dreamed of oversized inflated breasts hanging from her frame, their out thrust weight and hard nipples turning heads as she walked. Of mouths hot on her nipples and hands holding the bulging flesh. Of the felling of a snug lace bra fighting to control the bounce as she walked. It was such a turn on she rolled from orgasm to orgasm in a steady pattern for a long time. She finally tossed a pillow and some blankets on the sofa in the room and slept. It would have been too hard to explain Traci in her bed and their gentle Heather was now raising the roof with her snores. She drifted off to sleep wondering at her new/old fantasy. How much would it cost? How long does it take? Does it hurt? Finally, her hands mentally fondling her enlarged globes, she slept.

The ringing phone finally roused Heather, who chatted for a few minutes with Barbara and then rung off. Heather headed for the bathroom and when she returned, she surveyed the two women, still out cold. She was glad Traci was finally getting some rest. She had been so bitchy the last two days. And even knowing it was just because Traci was tired didn't make it any easier to be around her. Sherry was on her side, a hand between her legs, sleeping as well.

Heather slipped on some jeans and a top, pulled her long, thick dark hair up into a quick bun and went down and got a paper and a couple of rolls, some coffee and returned to the room with full hands. The sound of a flushing toilet as she walked in told her someone was up.

It was Sherry, appearing out of the bathroom as she spread the paper on the floor.

"Ummm! Can I have one?" She scarfed up a donut before Heather could reply and wolfed it down.

"Hey! Call room service!" Sherry made a grab at the other donut, but Heather held her off and they both laughed.

"OK! OK!" She called room service and ordered a complete breakfast.

"Me, too." It was Traci mumbling from bed.

"What?"

"Me, too. Breakfast. Whatever you're having."

"Make that two of everything and a big pot of coffee. Room 617. Thanks."

Sherry hung up. "Twenty minutes."

Traci swung her long legs over the edge of the bed a bit gingerly. Sherry guessed she was sore from the night's activities. "You OK?"

"Nothing that a good massage later won't fix." She gave her a wry grin.

"Pulled muscle?" Heather ventured.

"Something like that. An unusual workout, anyway." Traci stood up carefully and walked slowly to the bathroom.

"Wonder what she did to herself?" Heather mused.

"Well, she'll kill me if I tell you."

"OK, that does it. Now you HAVE to tell me."

"You'll be real mad at me too."

"Out with it. What's going on?" Heather realized all of a sudden it was a sex thing.

Sherry hesitated, then said softly. "I fisted her last night."

"What? You did? She let you? Well, I'll be damned! I've asked her a dozen times if she wanted me to do it to her and she was always too scared to try it. How did you get her to agree?"

"Actually, we didn't discuss it. I just did it." Sherry waited for the reaction. She didn't get it. At least, no the one she expected.

"Well, I should have just done it to her, I guess. I'm too damn polite. Did she like it?"

Sherry relaxed. Heather was amazing. She didn't feel threatened at all. "Yes. Had a very nice bed thumping orgasm and passed out. Well, fell asleep. Slept till this morning. Just now, in fact."

"I won't tell her you told me. Don't worry. Amazing. Damn. I knew I should have just done it. I was so tempted."

"Heather? I got into a really big fantasy last night and I can't get it out of my head, it seems."

"Really? Like what?"

"Big tits. I want big, heavy, breasts. Like you and Traci. Maybe bigger." Sherry looked sheepish as she blurted it out.

"Like the women we screwed at the dinner?"

"Yeah. Stupid, right. I mean. I'm healthy and have a nice enough pair now, but still, since I was twelve, I sometimes wanted to be a lot bigger and for some reason, the three we did the other night showed me what they would be like. I am SO turned on by this all of a sudden, you can't believe it."

Heather grinned. She had to admit Sherry would look really totally great with big jugs. "Well, it's expensive, to be done right. You'd look great. If that's what you really want. But you better be sure, cause going back to your natural self might be hard to do and you could have other problems. You've read the papers about all the back and forth on it."

"You don't think it's idiotic?"

"Well, no. But get all the facts and consider everything. If you do it, I'll be right there with you the whole time."

"You would do that for me?"

"Of course. And I get first pass at you when you're ready for some action."

"You are too much. Of course you get first pass. Speaking of which, I am so damn horny right now..." She moved over nearer Heather.

"I'd love to do you, babe, but we have got to get moving. Barbara called and we are invited to tea. We have just time to pack for tomorrow's departure, select things for the party with the stew tonight and get out to Barbara's."

Sherry looked disappointed. She'd have to wait till tonight. Damn.

The bathroom door opened and Traci joined them.

"Hey, guess what?! Sherry wants big tits like us.! She's all hot for them!" Sherry tossed a pillow at her playfully.

"I am not!"

"Hell you're not. Look, your crotch is soaked!" Sherry blushed a bright red. They weren't going to make it easy if she went ahead with this.

Traci grinned, but was serious. "Really big ones? Like the silicon honey's at the party? Now those were some really impressive tits on those women. Even I thought they were erotic babes. Well, check it out and let us know. We'll be right there for you."

Sherry started to cry.

"What's the matter?" They both immediately held her and hugged her.

"That's exactly what Heather just said. You two are so special. I love you."

"I love you too." Heather and Traci said it together. They looked at each other in surprise. They were a threesome! A love triangle. Damn, how was this supposed to work?

They rushed around the room getting ready and packing. They were on their way down to the lobby by themselves in the elevator when Heather casually said. "So, what's this about our blonde friend here fisting you to oblivion last night on her first try?"

Traci was immediately blusing bright red. Sherry began to heat up.

"You said... !"

"Calm down, both of you. You were the right person to open up that door for her, so to speak, and I wasn't for some reason. Enjoy it?" The last was to Traci.

"Yes. It was incredibly intense."

"I told you."

"I'm sore as hell too."

"You'll get over it by tonight. And next time you can let her put part of her arm in." The elevator doors opened.

Traci glanced over at Sherry, who grinned and almost broke out giggling. "We'll see." Traci said as they stepped into the waiting limo Barbara had sent. Unnoticed by them, most of the lobby staff had discretely positioned themselves by the door to see these three stunning women as they left the hobby. The limo pulled away.

The estate was as beautiful as ever and in the sun looked spectacular. The limo went to a side door and Barbara met them all with a big hug and kiss. Soon they were settled in a very large, long room on comfortable chairs and a maid brought in tea and lots of things to snack on. Barbara looked wonderful, her trim figure snug in a pair to tight slacks and knit top tucked into the waistband. Her small pointed breasts were almost totally moulded in full view by the fabric.

"Nice sweater Barb. Trolling for the help?"

Barbara looked down and smiled. "Just for you girls. Honest. Too risky being caught looking like this in the papers. I'd never live it down. I'm glad you like it." She had already turned a couple of heads of the staff this morning, but she had pretended not to notice.

"Don't blame us if you end up with some teeth marks and saliva stains all over those delicious nipples before we leave."

"Ummmm. Sounds serious! Maybe I'm gone too far!"

They all laughed and sipped on their tea.

"Damn. Where is Elizabeth?" Barbara looked over her shoulder down the long room toward the doors at the end.

"Elizabeth?"

"My personal secretary. Well, we are the dearest friends as well. I've invited her to go tonight, if she wants. I hope you don't mind a fifth. I've shared a bit of our adventure from the other night with her and I don't think she approves a bit. She's very overprotective of me, I'm afraid. And a bit stand-offish with strangers. I do believe she thinks I've gone over the edge for sure."

Traci looked over at Heather.

"Barbara, speaking of nice tits. We were just having a conversation on that very subject on our way down here."

"Oh, really. Anybody's in particular?" She glanced at Heather's pair.

"Yes, actually, Sherry here is seriously considering major enhancement surgery."

"You want really big ones? Like the bimbos from the party? The kind my husband seems to be obsessed with?"

Sherry nodded. And blushed!

Barbara didn't poke fun, continuing, "Well, if those women weren't screwing my husband, I could be more objective, I'm afraid. But I do have to admit that they all have fantastic shapes. It's frightfully expensive, you know. I mean, to have them done that big and have it come out right."

"It is? I was afraid of that. How much?" Sherry looked crestfallen.

"Ummmm. I can get Elizabeth to pull the bills. Many thousands. Stirling. Can you believe I have to pay the bills for him? At first I didn't know what it was for. God, I can be so stupid sometimes!"

The doors at the end of the room opened and closed quietly, a tall woman began striding toward them. Heather watched her. Tall. Mid-twenties. Platinum, no, dark silver blonde hair, straight in a long pony tail poking out through the band at the back of a plain baseball hat, a pair of dark glasses perched on the hat. The long hair had one carefully applied curl at its very end that bounced at middle ass level as she walked. A few strategic strands were left to curl down each side of her pretty face, also enhanced with large silver hoop earrings. Noble features, fine cut, full lips. A beautiful face. Nice ears. Narrow and short waist. A dark sleeveless blouse draped carefully over a full chest of widely separated breasts, swinging slightly from side to side and dipping gently as she walked, revealing the absence of a bra and the proud lack of the need for one at the same time.

But it was the hips and legs that caught Heather's breath. This woman had almost impossibly long, perfectly tapered legs that seemed to end deep in a taught ass that was perfectly defined in a pair of skin tight blue jeans. And the legs ended in narrow ankles and small feet that were neatly encased in toeless black high heels with blood red nails.

Heather felt herself tremble and go completely wet between her legs. It was only with a difficult effort that she was able to raise her eyes to look into this woman's face. Blue eyes. Electric blue eyes. Toeless high heels. Heather felt her mind go to mush and her hormone level soar. Her eyes locked on the swinging feet getting nearer and nearer.

Elizabeth arrived at the table, unaware of the smashing effect she was having on Heather.

"There you are! I'm so glad you joined us. Here, sit by me." Barbara fussed over Elizabeth after a brief glance. Then, she did a classic double-take and her mouth dropped open. It was quite some time before she managed to stammer out, "Well, look at you! My, what a transformation!" Her eyes swept over Elizabeth's form several times and their wide open amazement was written all over her face. Clearly, Elizabeth was causing quite a sensation with her employer. Almost as though Barbara had never really looked at her before, as a woman, as a sex object of stunning attractiveness.

Traci looked over at Heather. Heather's face was flushed and she was clearly aroused, if she knew Heather at all. She looked over at Elizabeth and saw the open toed shoes. And smiled. Poor Heather was going to have a rough afternoon with this sexy woman hanging around.

She knew Heather was almost unable to control her urges when she wore open toed shoes around her, so she was careful to take them off before she met Heather. Unless they were playing sex games. That was different.

"Elizabeth, this is Sherry, Heather and Traci. Elizabeth." Barbara was still staring unabashedly at Elizabeth. She waved generally in the direction of her guests.

They nodded at each other. Barbara went on. "I've already told them you don't quite approve of their antics the other night."

Elizabeth looked like a woman scorned. Traci glanced at Heather again. She noticed it too. "Well, at the risk of putting everyone off tea, I must say that I was shocked to hear of such things going on in the house. Regardless of everyones' motives. Rampant lesbianism. Exhibitionism. Forced rape. I shan't be shocked to hear from their solicitors any day now. It could mean scandal."

"Hajime Sorayama!" Sherry exclaimed.

They were all a bit mystified. "What?"

"She looks just like one of Sorayama's models. Better, in fact, if that's possible."

Heather explained. "Sorayama's a Japanese erotic artist. Fantastic talent. The women in his paintings are almost too erotic to look at sometimes. I know the painting she is referring to. It's a three quarter view from the rear. The model is a platinum blonde, the hair is a bit shorter, below the shoulders to mid-back. She is topless and is twisting around at the waist with a hot look on her face. She's gorgeous, of course. But it's the legs that hit you. She has a fantastic ass and the longest legs, accented with shiny leather or vinyl tight pants and black stiletto heels. Sherry's right. You could have been the model."

Elizabeth looked surprised. "I guess I should say thanks for the compliment. I..."

"Elizabeth, get off your high horse for a minute and just enjoy the company."

Elizabeth turned on her with pain in her voice. "Barbara, you could be ruined if this gets out. I'm just trying to think of you."

"I know. But sometimes I can take care of myself. It's all going to be fine. You'll see." Barbara patted her arm gently.

"Are all three of you really lesbians?" Elizabeth actually looked surprised at her own sudden question.

They nodded.

"But you're all so gorgeous!"

They all started laughing.

Sherry responded. "Oh, don't worry, there's all different kinds. I guess we're fems and happen to be attracted to fems. Not too common, but here we are somehow."

"Are you going to be doing anything outrageous again with Barbara tonight? I'm not sure I approve of her experimenting like this. I'm sorry, I'm sure you are all very nice people, it's just..."

"Elizabeth." Barbara warned her.

"We would love for you to join us." Traci said.

Elizabeth hesitated. Clearly she was interested. And afraid. "I'm not sure. What do you have in mind?"

"More correctly, what does this stewardess and her friends have in mind? I guess we should discuss this. Her name is Lynn. She and four of her friends want to meet us for dinner to get to know us. Then, back to her place for some after dinner activities. She promised total anonymity, and that nobody would do anything crazy. No drugs. No pictures. Everything consenting. If anybody is unhappy, they can leave, no questions asked and no one will argue with you."

"Consent to what?" Elizabeth asked.

Barbara hesitated. "Well, group sex for one. And there was a mention of bondage." It was very quiet in the room. This was serious new ground for all of them.

When do we have to tell them if we're coming or not?" Heather asked.

"In about an hour. She already gave me directions to the restaurant. After dinner, they'll blindfold us in the car and take us to a hotel. Or something along those lines. I think some planning was till underway. They want protection as well, you see. Apparently all of them are in the public eye in some way. She said we may know a few of them on sight."