Chapter 9

In the rest room, they all had drinks. Sue gave her another drink of the bitter potion she had had earlier, then washed it down with orange juice. In a few minutes she began to feel her energy returning. Sue was very hot, but restrained herself from letting Heather reciprocate here in the room. She gently touched and patted Heather, occasionally touching the didlo in her ass and giving it a tweak or two. Once, she pulled it out over an inch and let it go. Heather, jerked and her ass tightened as she pulled it back inside. Sue led her over to a side room and closed the door. Lifting Heather's dress, she produced another fat, short dildo and a waist chain and as Heather opened her legs, slid it into her very wet cunt and attached the waist chain, pulling a third chain down through and attaching it to the asshole finger ring and the pussy dildo. Lowering her dress, she instructed Heather to walk around the room. As she did, the swing of her hips pulled at the dildos, pulling them out slightly, then pushing and popping them back in a rotating circle. In seconds, she could feel herself get even hotter.

Sue led her back into the room and slowly walked her around the room. The dildos were pushing in and out and going round in rhythm and different directions, giving every nerve in her ass and pussy almost constant strokes. Heather began to groan and tremble. Her eyes were blurred from the strong emotions rippling through her ass and pussy. She tried to stop walking, but Sue guided her on, stoking her ass and side. Hot come was flowing down her legs under the long dress as she lubricated uncontrollably.

"Sue, I'm going to come right here in front of all these people. Please let me stop. Oh, God. Unnnnn. Ungh. Mmmmm. Ownnnnn." She was about to go over the edge when another woman came over and began talking. Sue was forced to let Heather stop walking. Heather's eyes were glazed over and her breathing was coming in short gasps.

The other woman was still talking. "Heather? It is Heather, isn't it?"

Heather's head began to clear and the voice began to come through. It sounded familiar. As her vision cleared and focused, she realized the woman in front of her was her art professor, Traci Henderson, from the college. She suddenly felt embarrassed and nervous. She was standing in front of one of her favorite people with her chest hanging out, dildos up her ass and twat, hotter than shit and struggling to keep from passing out from the sexual tension.

"I didn't realize that students knew about this, well, this place."

"We, I mean, I didn't. A friend of mine had an invitation and she invited me too. I've come to see why it's kept such a great secret. Are you a member?"

Now the professor looked nervous and hesitated. "I wouldn't want anyone to know this, you understand, but yes. I joined several years ago. I can't afford to come often. Pardon my pun! I meant come here often. I guess that's an oxymoron as well!"

"Well, I'll never get a chance again, I'm sure, but I'm having such a fantastic time, I'll never forget this night, I'm sure Sue will be sure of that."

"Come along."

Sue had begun to move her along and the dildos began to work their magic again. In just a few steps she began to find it hard to concentrate on what Traci was saying. Traci was looking at her and from the trembles rippling through her, realized that she was very hot and about to come. She slipped one hand under her other arm and helped Sue support her.