Chapter 29

Heather barely remembered walking back up to her apartment. In spite of the intense sexual experience that had only just ended and the lateness of the hours, she still found herself extremely excited and in somewhat of a fog. A dream.

She could still feel that long tongue sliding down her throat an impossible long distance and those magic, electric fingers sliding deep into her pussy and the sparks and shocks ripping inside her belly and cunt as they manipulated nerves she never knew she had. Her brain was still swimming from the sexual overload she had experienced, rolling and crashing from one intense orgasm to the next, almost without pause, and seemingly getting more excited by the second.

An excitement that was not abating as yet. Her long nipples still stood at stiff attention under her top, pressing large thumbs of material up and out, seeking the cool air. Her thighs were still becoming wet from the excited flow almost dripping from her, running down the thick layer of hair and onto the slick surface of her inner thighs. Her chest was tight and her belly doing excited flip-flops, just as it always did the moment before an orgasm would take her.

She sat. She got back up and walked. She sat again. She stood back up and ripped off the top and stood in front of the mirror. Her breasts were swollen and tight with arousal, nipples at full extension, the areolas so tight they stung and pulled the skin on the super firm mass even tighter. They screamed for attention and she savagely pulled them out and twisted them, looking for some sort of relief.

A cry escaped her lips and she orgasmed immediately. Another series of hard, wrenching twists and her cunt spasmed again and her knees went weak and she slumped against the mirror and slid slowly to the floor, cumming yet a third time on the way gently down.

Even in this moment of ecstasy, she knew she had never felt this way before and, as intense as sex always was for her, this was on some other level.

She reached back and ripped the hair comb out and let her hair down, pulling it around and onto her chest, rubbing the rich curls into her tender, distended breasts. Her stomach flipped again and she came again.

"Oh, god, what is happening to me..." A hoarse whisper lost in a gurgle of air as her breathing stopped. She rubbed harder. Her hips bucked and she came a fifth time. And a sixth.

The pleasure was now becoming replaced with moments of fear, of feeling completely out of control. She staggered to her feet and went to the shower, pulling off her clothes and turning on the water, ice cold. With no hesitation, she stepped into the full force. The shock of the cold on her hot skin made her nerves scream, the last shock cutting into a building orgasm cut short by the reality of the cold pouring into her, settling her nerves, disrupting whatever feedback circuit was sending her through orgasm after orgasm. She just stood until she was satisfied her head was cleared.

And the exhaustion hit her. She turned off the water only when her hands were blue with cold. And wrapped herself in a warm towel and went and fixed tea. She was moving in slow motion.

The evening made no sense, even for her. Sex in a restaurant with multiple strangers. All unknown to each other, but doing things that were, well, certainly beyond the norm for most or all of them. Stories. Erotic, horny, lusty stories of pimps, underage sex, sodomy, all sending her to higher and higher levels of excitement. Her first orgasm taking forever. Floating in a sea of lust. Hot, frothy lust, her entire body frozen into some sort of slow motion arousal of an intensity that was almost beyond belief. And ending in the car... that long tongue... wild orgasms... on and on...

She sagged into a chair and stared at the phone. It was 3 AM. Still, she knew she was in trouble. She had convinced herself that she could handle Monique. She was wrong. Monique had been in control from the moment she stepped through the door. How? What was it about her that let her do this? Create such sexual intensity. Such pure lust. Uncontrollable lust.

She stared at the phone. Then, dialled.

It rang a long time. It was late. Traci's sleepy voice finally came on. "Hello..."

"It's me."

"God, girl, what time is it?" There was a pause. The sleepiness was gone. "Are you all right?"

"Yes. No. I don't know." She paused. "No. I saw Monique tonight."

She didn't know what to expect. Yelling. Cursing.

"Are you home alone?"

"Yes."

"You'll be OK, honey. It just takes time to settle down afterwards." No yelling. Strong. Concerned.

"Oh, Traci, you said stay away. It was just dinner. I thought..."

"You thought, It's a public place, what can happen?'. That's OK. I thought I could control her too. You can only stay away."

"Are you mad?"

"At you?" Traci laughed a bit. "No, of course not. But at her? She is in deep shit with me now, you can count on that."

"Traci, did she ever..."

"Fuck my brains out in a public place? Or have someone else, total strangers, do it for her? Or use that awesome tongue and fingers to get me so hot I would have exploded if she hadn't stopped? Or tell me fantastically erotic stories until I was dripping, then let strangers have me while she watched? And have me eating out of her hand for more, in spite of the fear and humiliation I felt afterward? Yes, to all of it."

"What is it about her? How does she do it?"

"You know, I lived with her for five years and every day, and I mean every day, was a trip through sexual fantasy lane. I don't know. But one day, I realized I was afraid of her more than I craved the fantastic sex and I left without warning. I haven't seen her since."

Heather hesitated. "Do you think she's bewitched or something? There was so much she was saying that sounded like possession or something."

"No, no. Forget that. It's a head job she's doing on you. Spirits passing from the old crone to you, and you passing the powers on later. It's all crap. I mean, she spins the best erotic stories I've ever heard. Completely believable, too. Makes them up on the fly and never repeats one. She would get me so hot from listening to her and imagining all this stuff in my head, I would beg her to fuck me, and then, well, eventually, she'd take care of me, one way or the other. And I kept coming back for more."

"Maybe it's hypnotism. I mean, a spell. Her voice just sucks you in and then she has control."

"Well, it would fit the situation. Look, take a cold shower and go to bed. Just try to avoid her as much as possible. I'll be home in a few weeks. You know, you are the only woman I've met since Monique who gives me orgasms like the ones I had with her. I'm saving them all up for when I get back. I'm going nuts for wanting you. I miss you so much." The last was so soft.

Heather was crying. "Oh, I miss you too. I'll try. I'll keep real busy till you get back. Maybe find out what Terry has been up to since we got home." She wiped her eyes.

"Yeah, that's it. Go find a sane lover you can trust and sleep with her. Terry would be perfect. We're practically a threesome anyway. Just save some up for me, OK? I love you."

"I love you too. Good night. Thanks for not yelling."

Traci laughed. "Hey, you're the one who had all the orgasms tonight. Now, go get some rest and enjoy your party tomorrow."

"OK. Nite."

"Goodnight." And hung up. Traci was really the most understanding person she'd ever met.

Heather lay in the bed and closed her eyes. Suddenly the sun was so bright, she rolled over and found it was after eleven o'clock. The doorbell was buzzing.

In a robe, she, looked through the peephole. It was an airfreight delivery guy with a big box. She signed, sliding the receipt under the door and waited till she saw the truck drive away. Then she opened the door and pulled the box into the bed room. She'd check it out later.

Another shower, warm this time, shampoo and into some comfortable jeans and sweatshirt, she painted for a while. An idea was coming to her for a new series of paintings and she was working on some of the concepts, working out technical details. More and more, she knew it would work.

Then, she unpacked the box and set up the contents. She cleaned everything, washed some of the items in the machine and put them back and made lunch and read the manual.

Karin wanted her over there at six to help set up and she knew she was invited for the night. She decided to stay, knowing Karin would want sex, but that was OK. At least it would be sane sex. No serpent tongues or electric sparks and shocks.

Just thinking briefly of the evening before had her dripping. Boy, she could see what Traci mean about wanting it again. Like a drug. Addicting.

She ran errands and picked out some nice slacks and a top for the party, nothing too sexy, not wanting to look like she was trying to horn in on the group or be too flashy. Then, she sent a couple of e-mails to her cousins, who were finally due back to finish up the "missing" interviews. She was working very hard to find a way to get even with them for the practical joke they had played on her a month and a half ago. But, they weren't due for a few weeks and she had some time left to finish the details. She had just hit the enter key when the phone rang. She froze when she heard Monique's rich, sexy voice.

"Hello, dear. I forgot to tell you there is a reception for new faculty at the President's house at three. Should last till maybe six. You were invited and I forgot to tell you. I want you to wear something revealing on top, skirt, not too short, no underwear. Hair up. Not too much makeup. Lots of cleavage. Nipples showing very distinctly would be perfect. We'll be next to each other in the reception line with you to my left. Do everything I tell you and you will really enjoy yourself. You know what I mean. See you there." And she rang off.

"But..." Heather was left trying to stop her. She was left looking at the phone in her hand. Cripes. That would be some daring way to dress at a function like this. I mean, the President's wife was very nice and they knew each other well, but this was not going to be that kind of thing she was sure.

But the thought of defying Monique seemed too daunting. But dressing so sexy at such a function on Monique's specific instructions was making her wet again. And she only had an hour to dress and get over there and not be late. And being late would not a make a good impression. She found herself in her walkin closet. She was picking out clothes without thinking. She was going. The realization made her even more excited. And she didn't know why she would do this, particularly since she knew Monique would find some way to make this some sort of sexual adventure again and she'd have no control over it.

In a flash, she found a skirt with a nice pleat that came to mid thigh. Matching high heels. And a sweater top of very thin cashmere that was scooped very daringly low in the front and showed off her protruding nipples just the way Monique had described. And cleavage. That was no problem at all. She peeled off her panties, damp in the middle, slipped the things on and put her hair up quickly in a comb and ran for her car. The cool air outside, blowing between her legs as she ran reminded her she was naked underneath and she got even wetter. And very nervous. And even more excited.

Frantically putting on makeup as she drove, she arrived just in the nick of time and slipped down the just forming receiving line and into place alongside Monique, who was dressed in black on black again, her signature style. Only the President's wife said anything to her as she slipped by.

"My, I do believe you have the most beautiful figure on the campus, Heather." She squeezed her arm in a friendly manner. "I know who'll be the center of attraction today for the men. And a few others, I'm sure." She winked. She'd known Heather's SO since Freshman year and had never revealed it to anyone. On a campus, you had to learn to keep secrets or you couldn't have any privacy at all. She was bi-sexual herself on occasion, but had decided to leave well enough alone and not try to bed Heather. A bit too high profile. And she knew Heather and Traci were very tight and any early opportunity there might have been was long gone. Much to her disappointment. She usually waited till one of the less attractive females on campus became known to her as lesbian or bi and then she'd have some teas and usually they were eating out of the palm of her hand (and a few other places) in a few short months. If she played it right, she'd have a steady alternative to her husband for four years. And her last lover had graduated in the Fall and she was on the outlook. She continued to admire Heather's retreating form and then took her place at the head of the line next to her husband.

The line finished forming. Heather and Monique were about three quarters of the way down the long line as the first quest began to move down the line.

Monique finally spoke. "The outfit is perfect." At least her voice was low and next to Heather's ear so no one else could hear. "Now, my little sex pot, spread your legs slightly."

Monique wasn't even looking at Heather, if anyone had looked. Heather did as she was told. And was surprised to find Monique's left hand on the small of her back. With no one else looking, the hand quickly gathered up the back of Heather's skirt and the cool fingers slipped onto her ass and the skirt fell around her hand, leaving no indication in front that anything was amiss at the rear. Heather jumped. The hand moved down and the long middle finger travelled down her now open crack and the nailed tip rested on her sphincter opening. The rest of her hand now cupped her right cheek and the nails were probing the crease of her thigh where it met her ass. Surprised and a bit shocked, but helpless to stop it without making a scene, Heather immediately guessed what Monique was about to do and she was soaked with nerves and mounting excitement. She had to move away, but the quests were almost to her and she couldn't move without it being visible to everyone that Monique was feeling up her ass. At the very least! She was trapped!

Just as Monique was introduced to the first quest, she pushed her long nail and finger smoothly into Heather up to the first joint. Heather's ass spasmed and her pussy tingled, as anal stimulation always got to her. They were now very close together. Too close for anyone to see where Monique's arm was. In and out, in and out. Heather was trying not to move from the sensations as the tip stroked the sensitive nerves of the opening.

Monique shook hands and introduced the guest. And the next. In and out. Now it was moving in to the second joint, adding deeper internal sensations to the now pulsing sphincter. Her hips were starting to thrust back. Instinct. She felt the cool wet of her own juice running down her inside leg. She wanted to moan in the worse way. She smiled and said hello and passed another guest.

Another finger went in to join the first, easing into the now loosening opening. Heather gave a little squeal deep in the back of her throat. The second finger now pressed in as far as the first and she grunted gently. Her hips moved perceptively even more in cadence. God. Ass fucked in a receiving line. She couldn't believe it. And pressed back harder. Now she wanted to cum. She closed her eyes and pushed back. She was losing her sense of where she was and her ability to maintain any semblance of normalcy. It was Monique's soft voice in her ear that pulled her back a bit.

"The blond coming down the line. The sexy one who looks like she just had a big prick up her cunt. She will want to fuck you. She will be full of surprises for you. Let me introduce you."

Heather glanced up the line through increasingly unfocused vision and spotted a blonde with a mop of curly blond hair. Tight, very tight knit dress, low in front, but showing off smaller breasts riding high, very wide spread. Nice face. Enormous mouth, but great teeth and a flashing smile. Dark brown eyes. Slightly long waisted with the hint of a small belly, with the muscle bands of her abdomen clearly visible as they swept down on either side of the rounded belly and down to the nether regions between her legs. The dress was very short, one that would have to be stretched out constantly to safely sit down without going naked to the waist. It was white, contrasting nicely to her very tan muscular legs. Obviously there was no way to wear underwear under a dress like that. And she probably didn't even own a bra. As she came closer. Heather snatched another quick look and the woman was smiling at her in a quick flash, her eyes then dropping to Heather's tits. Heather saw her pupils widen and she glanced away just as the woman looked back up at her.

Heather's breath was coming quicker and her chest became tighter. Monique's hand was working her ass in a smooth, steady way and Heather fought to get more penetration and a quicker rhythm, but Monique denied her the pleasure. Heather moved her legs even further apart in a casual way to tighten her ass more.

Another quick glance. And the man in front of the blond was now moving past and she heard Monique saying quietly, too quietly for anyone but the blond to hear over the rising din in the room, "You have an extremely erotic mouth, Lisa. A mouth made for sampling tasty morsels of all kinds, no doubt."

Lisa flushed slightly and said, "Its size allows me to sample things denied to most others in life." She was flirting back without hesitation. She obviously enjoyed flirting with another woman.

"Then let me introduce Heather, a woman with obvious morsels crying out for your attention. And let me say..." Monique moved away from Heather slightly and Lisa's eyes fell to the steadily flexing arm reaching over and down to Heather's ass and the now visibly raised skirt. And then to Heather's pumping hips and back up to the swollen, turgid nipples jutting against the blouse. By reflex, Lisa licked her lips as she sucked in a sudden gasp.

"... that Heather is also a woman who enjoys being sampled in all ways." Monique finished.

The pace and depth of the fingers in her ass increased again. Heather's body responded and she trembled. Her hips were now thrusting out quite visibly. She was close to orgasm. Monique was pacing it perfectly, taking her smoothly up to the climax, but not letting her cum until she was ready.

"Very nice to meet you." Heather held out her hand in a daze. Lisa took it in both of hers and moved close. So close her sweet breath was on Heather's mouth as she spoke.

"Will she let you cum?"

"I... I don't know. Oh, God." Heather responded without thinking. Her head was swimming.

"Can I fuck you later?"

The line was pressing down, moving Lisa away like a tide. Her eyes never left Heather's.

Heather groaned and finally whispered. "Yes. Oh, God. Yes."

The woman next to Heather looked over at her, surprised at the suddenly loud exclamation.

Lisa was gone, quickly distracting the woman's attention from Heather. Monique withdrew her fingers and dropped the skirt. Heather was breathing hard, stopped only seconds from a certain orgasm. Moments later, the reception line broke up and they moved to the other side of the room. Then, Monique moved away and began to circulate. Heather calmed down slowly and tried to get over her own amazement of what had just happened, even as she moved to the other side of the room to try to clear her head.

A glass of punch and some small talk with a few professors helped as she forced herself to move around the room a bit more. And then she was alone in the corner and Lisa was suddenly coming over. Her dress was very far up her thighs, almost exposing her pussy.

"My, that was exciting!" She moved right in. "Public sex always gets me so excited!. So! Tell me, did she let you cum or is she a big tease?"

"No, actually. I mean about cumming." Heather found herself blushing.

"Well, all the better for me I hope. God, you have fantastic tits. Are they real?"

"Yes, I mean, they're natural, if that's what you mean."

"I have a trick when I suck on tits. I want to show you."

"Umm, that sounds interesting, but can we talk a minute? I'm still kinda surprise at, well, as what just happened." How do I get out of this, Heather was thinking.

"Well, I'll tell you a little about me first then. I'm 33. Bi-sexual. Married to the guy with dark hair in the corner. He's a nice enough fella and I love him a bunch, but very straight sexually. Totally hetero. He has no idea I'm bi. He can be a bit dense, actually. But, he is a real bull in bed with super stamina and, the part I think I may have married him for, is that he cums with a flood that is absolutely amazing. A full measured cup each time! And he's good for three or four times a day."

"I found out in high school that I love all the mess of sex and in particular, like the taste of cum. In fact, I had a pretty big reputation as a slut who loved to give blowjobs at every opportunity. Shocked?" Lisa was watching for a reaction and was getting one from Heather. She was surprised. Not at the slut part or her activities, but that she'd share this with a complete stranger.

"And, my last slutty secret is that I LOVE all that fluid sloshing around in me. Belly, pussy, ass. Everywhere. I never flush it out. Just walk around with it oozing out all day. More than a bit disgusting, right? I'm a real cum junky, that's for sure. And I can think of nothing more exciting than to see you lick me clean." Her eyes were dancing with excitement.

"Wow, Lisa, you sure are frank! Well, I'm mostly lesbian, I guess. Not totally though. I just met Monique this week and she has me doing things I can't believe. Like the receiving line thing just now. I'm very sexual most of the time and pretty willing to try anything I guess. Within reason. I orgasm very easily and wear most partners out. I don't think I've ever tasted cum, I mean a man's. That I know of anyway, I guess."

"Well, Dan's cum is really sweet. You're gonna love it. And there's a ton to lick up, cause we've been in the sack three times today and all of it's still up my pussy. Most of it, anyway. Let's find a bedroom. I really need to do this, oh, gosh, I'm excited."

"But Lisa, we'll get caught! It's too risky, here. Let's wait. Maybe another time." Not that Heather really wanted to wait. As much as she wanted to find a way out, she found herself fantasying about doing this new sexual thing and found herself wanting to try it. She was a bit carried away by Lisa's enthusiasm. And her own pussy was still dripping. Lisa's talk was getting her really turned on again.

Lisa took her arm and they began working over toward a staircase in the outside hall. The President's wife saw them moving through the crowd and intercepted them at the doorway to the hall.

Heather felt embarrassed. "Third door on the left upstairs. Be sure to lock the door. You can leave by the back stairs later."

Heather looked completely surprised. They were busted. But, this wasn't turning out the way she would have expected!

She smiled. "Obvious where you two are headed. Have fun. Your secret's safe with me." She patted Heather's hand and Lisa pulled her away and up the stairs.

In the room, Lisa simply kicked off her shoes and pulled the dress over her head and she was naked. She turned and faced Heather and began to unbutton Heather's blouse. Heather's nipples were rock hard as Lisa began to rub them and tweak them. Heather moaned. Heather's skirt fell to the floor in seconds and now she was naked too...

"Come on honey, suck my pussy dry." Lisa pulled Heather onto the bed, with Lisa on her back. She put her legs on Heather's shoulders and slid her heels down to the small of Heather's back. Her pussy was wide open to Heather, the lips swollen with excitement. The watery lubrication was mixed with a thick white strand of cum oozing from her cunt. Heather leaned down and touched the mixture with her tongue and tasted. Salty. Much heavier than a woman's taste. And a strong after taste.