Heather rolled over on her back and stretched. The kind of  full
body  stretch  that pulls every muscle in your body absolutely  rigid.
Her back arched and strained. Her voluptuous boobs stood up as perfect
oversized  tear  drops,  almost defying  gravity,  and  her  straining
ribcage  pushed  the tender, swollen nipples toward the  ceiling.  Her
flat  belly  went almost concave from the taut pull of  the  abdominal
muscles.  With  her  thighs tight together,  pinching  her  clit  hard
between  then, sparks were shooting pleasurably into her lower  belly.
Finally,  relaxed  like a cat, she practically purred  as  she  rolled
close against Traci's back so that her tits flattened and nipples  dug
into  her lower sides and her pussy's deep black, copious bush scraped
against Traci's ass and nicely presented cunt.
      Traci  lay with her legs together, bent at the waist. Her  pussy
was thus framed between two muscled thighs, fully displayed to Heather
if  Heather had been a bit lower to see it. Heather didn't need to  be
lower  to  see it. She knew where every sensuous female  part  of  her
lover's  body  was, what it looked, felt and tasted like.  One  night,
while Traci was tied spread eagle to the bed posts and a blindfold  on
and  gag  in  her  mouth, Heather had carefully licked  ever-so-slowly
every  square  inch of Traci's body until Traci was trembling  like  a
leaf  in the wind. She finally finished her off with a languid  tongue
stirring a thick mix of saliva and Traci's moisture around and  around
her  button hard clit. At the very end, she took Traci's clit  in  her
mouth  and  bit it just so. Hard enough to hurt. Hard enough  to  fire
every  screaming nerve in her pussy. Even with the gag, Traci's scream
was  loud. And her orgasm was of cataclysmic proportions, causing  her
to pass out. While she was out, Heather quickly untied her and stroked
her body to help her come down.
      Traci  never  complained. Heather was by far and away  the  most
sensitive, caring, eager, voluptuous, wanton lover she had  ever  had.
She  was  deeply  in  love with her, but somewhat  restricted  by  her
current  position  as  art  professor to Heather  being  her  student.
Heather attracted lovers so easily it never ceased to amaze her.  Even
in  her  love, she never felt jealous of these other lovers, who  came
and  went  with regularity. Heather was always there when  she  needed
her, wanted her.
      And  Heather  wanted and needed her just as badly, it  certainly
seemed.  Her  lovemaking  never flagged, or  lost  its  inventiveness.
Heather  was as close to being a sex maniac as anything she  had  ever
experienced. And at the same time, she knew Heather never went looking
for  action. It found her. Great heaping gobs of it. And many of those
partners  she could have easily have been envious. And not a  few  had
turned her head and made her horny as well. Traci had been twelve when
she realized that it was the girls that turned her on, never guys. She
had accepted her Lesbianism immediately. Over the years, she had had a
few very close lovers, but never anyone who affected her like Heather.
Whatever it was about the girl that made her tingle, made her think of
her every waking moment, well, she liked it, wanted it, accepted it.
      When  Heather made love to her, she gave her soul to Traci,  her
body  just  happening  to be the way to heaven.  Traci  found  herself
almost uncontrollably horny around Heather. If there was something  to
the  great chemistry theory of sex, they were probably proof of it  in
living,  fornicating  action.  Their  love  making  was  often  almost
uncontrollably  tempestuous.  Frontal assault  kissing.  Tongues  like
swords,  trying  to  conquer the other, teeth, hands,  fingers,  toes,
fists,  knees,  anything that could rub, push,  penetrate,  tickle  or
torture the other was fair game until the other party just passed  out
either  from violently explosive orgasms or from pure exhaustion.  And
coming to was surely a sign that you wanted more. Fuck me again. I can
make  you  pass out again this time. I will fuck your brains  out  and
leave you passed out in a pool of your own cum, my body's flow smeared
over your face, hair, neck, tits, stomach, legs, toes.
       Any   place,   any   time.  Only  the  sensitivity   of   their
teacher/student relationship caused them to show any restraint at all.
Not  that  a  quick  car  ride away from the campus  didn't  mean  you
couldn't  hoist up a skirt, unsnap jeans, and in seconds have  fingers
disappearing  from  view  in  hot, steamy,  soaking  pussies,  pumping
rapidly until one or the other or both would give a groan and cum, the
gasping  catch  of breath and sometimes unrestrained cries  signifying
the sought after orgasm was achieved. They used each other's body like
it was their own. And loved every second of it. Totally giving to each
other. And taking if the mood so struck them.
      The  previous  night  had been like that. A  dinner  at  Traci's
apartment,  followed  by  a  movie  with  a  bottle  of  wine   slowly
disappearing.  By  mid-movie, Heather's long, carefully  buffed  nails
were  trapping  Traci's nipples and pulling them  out  and  around  in
circles,  pinching just short of pain, then maybe  just  a  bit  more.
Traci  had ceased to be able to concentrate on the movie and tried  to
relax  as  Heather brought her along, using her nipples  as  the  only
place  she was being touched. Her pussy had cried out for penetration,
a dark stain soaking her panties and jeans, large enough to be visible
to  Heather, who grinned in secret, knowing she was getting the better
of  Traci.  Horny herself, she waited for later. There was  never  any
doubt  that Traci would give as good as she got. Heather's  own  pants
were not exactly unsullied at this point either.
     Heather had learned long before that Traci was capable of orgasms
through  nipple  stimulation  alone. And tonight,  she  brought  Traci
along, higher and higher in her arousal. Traci moaned and begged to be
fucked,  head  now back on her lover's shoulder, she whispered  filthy
requests, begging and pleading for release, but she knew Heather would
take  her  this way and secretly wanted it as well, only  the  waiting
while  her  body  responded so slowly was agony. Ecstasy.  Agony.  The
minutes  passed  and  her back began to arch.  Her  breathing  was  in
explosive,  ragged gasps, her belly was on fire with need, solid  with
tense  nerves, her clit rock hard. Her breasts were swollen  from  the
stimulation,  stretching the skin taut, emphasizing the hot  tightness
in her whole chest. And below, her pussy and lower belly were on fire,
and  the pressure was mounting steadily, almost painfully. Traci  knew
at that exact moment the meaning of the word ecstasy.
      And  then,  in  perfect  timing to Traci's  now  almost  frantic
anguished gasps and moans, Heather pinched the twin nipples  hard  and
twisted the rapidly from side to side and pulled them out painfully to
their furthest possible extension. Traci yelled, gasped, and began  to
come.  Her  breasts  were like liquid lava from  the  heat.  And  then
Heather  pulled the nipples up again as far as the straining  fullness
of  her breasts would allow. It hurt, but the fire in their tips  shot
sparks into her cunt and her brain finally exploded in a wall of  heat
and light.
      They retired to the bedroom and stripped. Heather fucked Traci's
face  and  immediately  came  as Traci trapped  that  outrageous  clit
between  her  teeth and licked it against the roof of her  mouth  like
some  exotic sucker. Falling then into bed, they proceeded to  explore
every  part  of  each  other like they had never  been  there  before,
cumming and cumming. It was late when exhaustion finally gripped  them
both at the same time and they slipped, no, fell into sleep.
     Now, Heather realized she needed to pee, so she carefully slipped
out  of  bed  and  went  into the bathroom and relieved  herself.  She
freshened up a bit and came back into the bedroom. Traci was still out
like  a light. It was a bit early yet. Too early to wake Traci up  and
fuck  her  again. What a nice idea, Heather thought. I could  use  her
tongue up me again. That snake of a tongue. The unspoken thought  made
her hot.
      She  slipped on a red silk robe that stopped just above her bush
and  went into the kitchen and made some tea and sat sipping  the  tea
and  looking over the funny papers in the morning paper. After a  bit,
Traci still didn't wake up and Heather got lonely, so she slipped  off
the  robe and slid into bed behind Traci again, only this time she was
head  down,  looking right at Traci's framed snatch. The  evidence  of
their  wanton lovemaking was still smeared all over the  lips  of  her
pussy  and  down the backs of her thighs. Heather leaned  forward  and
licked  some of the dried juice, the taste reminding her of  how  much
she loved to eat her lover.
     But now, she decided not to wake Traci up, but see just how horny
she  could  get her before she did awake and become fully  aware.  She
pulled  her  long hair around her head and took several small  strands
and  bunched  them together like a paint brush. Like  a  feather,  she
began  to  slowly  paint  the cum-smeared lips  and  asshole,  slowly,
slowly,  rubbing the tips along the tender flesh. Traci did not  awake
to  the  barely perceptible feeling. But her body responded  none  the
less, and soon, the outer lips began to grow visibly deeper purple and
swell.  The swelling continued and her box would have opened to  allow
Heather  to  see up into her at this point, but the pussy was  trapped
tightly between Traci's thighs and so, the swollen members pursed  and
puffed out. Heather replaced her hair with the very tip of her tongue,
barely  touching her partner, she traced the outline of the  lips  and
then  trailed  a  thick layer of saliva down their center.  The  faint
taste  of  cum told her that Traci was aroused and lubricating  behind
those  firmly  pressed  lips. Again and again  she  tongue-fucked  the
outside  of  her  lover's box and resisted the urgent desire  to  just
plunge her tongue inside Traci's honey pot.
     After many minutes of this, she changed tactics and began to slip
one  of  her long fingernails slowly inside, stopping just before  the
tip  of her finger would touch Traci. Then out. Then in. Traci gave  a
whimper and Heather froze. After a bit, she started again and within a
half  minute,  Traci gave another whimper. Heather continued  on  now,
judging that Traci was having a horny wet dream and boy was she  ready
to  help  her  along. The very slight gap in the lips  caused  by  the
curved  nail  was  enough to let the dammed lubrication  out  and  now
Heather began to pant herself at sight and smell of her lover's juices
flowing down the back of her thigh and ass.
      Traci began to moan and whimper and her body began to quake  and
shake  the  bed. Still asleep, her horny dream was about to  become  a
very wet one.
      Judging  the  moment  precisely based on the  tenseness  of  her
lover's body, Heather slid a finger deep into Traci and Traci's  pussy
spasmed  and  gripped it in a vice of orgasming muscles.  The  muscles
gripped and gripped and the flow continued. Finally, Traci relaxed and
Heather slowly withdrew the wet finger and sucked it clean. And  Traci
continued to whimper a bit, but was still asleep!
     Well, that was a new one. She got her off while she was sleeping!
As  horny  as  it made her to not get herself off at that moment,  she
decided to wait until Traci got up and get some relief from her lover.
They had the whole day today, anyway. She knew by the end of it, Traci
would  have  used her up and left her like a dishrag.  And  she  could
hardly wait.
      It  was  at that moment that the phone rang in the kitchen.  She
never answered the phone here. Too risky for Traci for anyone to  know
she  was there. But, the answering machine kicked in and faintly,  she
heard Sherry's voice from the other room.
     "Traci, this is Sherry from the Dr.'s office. Remember me? I have
been trying Heather's apartment and can't reach her. It is urgent that
I  speak  to her immediately. If you know how to reach her, would  you
have her call 555-3597? Thanks. Sorry to bother you so early. A bit of
an emergency here."
      Heather  had  jumped out of bed and raced into the  kitchen  and
picked  up just before Sherry hung up. "Sherry? Sherry? Are you  still
on?"
      "Heather? Oh, I didn't expect you to be at Traci's."  There  was
surprise and a bit of disappointment in her voice.
      "Yeah,  well,  we sort of have this thing going. I  thought  you
knew."
      "Well,  I  didn't.  I guess I should have realized,  but,  well,
listen.  That's  not important right now. We have  a  problem.  A  big
problem."  The  disappoint evident in her voice was now superseded  by
worry.
     "What, what is going on?"
      "Well, remember how we decided I should put Janet under and then
tell her to stop fucking the patients using hypnosis? She was to go to
the  bathroom every time she was tempted? Well, last night after work,
I  put her under and brought her back to my place for some. well, some
sex. And that's when the problem started."
     "Well, what? You had sex and she woke up and caught you?"
     "No, just the opposite. We, I mean, I did my thing with her, took
her  back  to  her  place, told her that her car had broken  down  and
that's  why  I  was  driving her, and then told her forget  everything
except the sex with patients thing and told her to wake up."
     "And?"
      "And  she didn't. Wake up that is. Heather, I can't get  her  to
come  out  of it. I'm scared. I've had her over at my place all  night
trying  everything I could think of and nothing worked. I hoped  she'd
finally  go to sleep and wake up OK, but she never drifted  off.  What
should I do? God, I'm going to lose my job. This is really fucked up."
And she started crying softly into the receiver.
      "OK.  Calm  down. There must be a reason for this. How  are  you
doing?"
      "I'm  exhausted, ready to fall over, and scared to death.  She's
walking around like she's had ten hours of sleep and is ready  to  go.
Oh, gosh, I'm in so much trouble."
     "Have you told her to forget all the suggestions you gave her and
just wake up?"
      "Yes,  I told her everything was off. No dice. Look, I'm  coming
over there. And bringing her along."
      "What?!  You  can't  do  that! How the  hell  are  we  going  to
explain..." She never got a chance to finish.
      "I  don't care." Sherry was crying. "I don't know what  else  to
do."
      The  click on the phone told Heather it wasn't any use  arguing.
Sherry was on her way.
      "Who was that?" Heather almost jumped out of her skin. Traci had
walked up behind her.
     Naked.
      In spite of her confusion over the rapidly unfolding events, the
sight  if Traci's flushed face and still hard nipples reminded her  of
what  she  had  just  done to Traci and her own  horny  feelings  only
moments before.
      "Gosh, girl, I just had the fucking horniest dream I've ever had
in  my  life. I mean, I was being held captive and couldn't move,  and
someone  was just licking my pussy and tickling me and in the  end,  I
just exploded. I need you to fuck me honey, take me right here on  the
table." She pushed the papers to the floor.
      Flat  on  her back, legs apart, her box was glistening with  her
love  juice  from her wet dream. "See? Look at how wet I am!  Fuck  me
woman.  Make  me  scream." It wasn't a command. It was begging.  Pure,
lusty  sexual  begging. I am your slave, please make me  cum  in  your
face. It couldn't be denied.
      Heather  had  drifted up to her, between her  legs.  The  phone.
Sherry.  This wanton fleshpot begging to be fucked. Her mind spinning,
her  head  drifted down like a magnet drew it and her tongue  appeared
between  her  opening lips and disappeared into the sopping  hole  and
Traci cried out.
      "Yes. Oh, yes. Lick me! Ahhhhhhh! Lick it bitch!!!!!! Oh, my god
I'm  GOING  to  CUM ALREADY!! Ohhhh!! OHHHAHHHHH!!!" And she  exploded
like some sort of sex bomb, every nerve in her body shorting out.  The
session  in  bed, the wet dream, and now the long hair  of  her  lover
spread over her trembling belly, a hot tongue lashing her insides  and
clit  were too much and she just came and came. Relentlessly,  Heather
took  her with an energy driven by her own need. One hand was  between
her  own  legs working feverishly and she came repeatedly in  time  to
Traci's groans.
      Heather  was  still  licking furiously minutes  later  when  the
doorbell  rang.  And, with Traci's thighs tightly wrapped  around  her
ears  and heels resting on the small of her back, she didn't hear  it.
Traci  groaned and came again and her legs lifted a bit as she  tensed
and released and this time the urgent ring of the bell broke through.
     Sherry! Oh, shit!
      Heather  stood up suddenly and started wrapping  her  robe  back
around her. Not much good it would do, as her tits were almost exposed
by  it anyway even when closed and her pussy and ass were just in full
view. Traci was till groaning and slowly opened her eyes.
      "That,  lover  girl, was fantastic. Come to bed and  let  me..."
Traci was becoming more focused and realized Heather was pulling  back
and looked very, very nervous.
      "What's wrong, honey?" She sat up on the table and slid into her
feet.
     The doorbell went again.
     "Oh, hell, we're both naked. Let me go get a robe." Traci started
to head for the bedroom.
     "Please don't hate me," Heather was pleading.
      Traci stopped in her tracks and looked back. "Hate you? Hate you
for what? Don't be silly!" She started to turn to go.
      "For  this.  Traci, it's time for you to climb Mt. Olympus."  In
desperation,   Heather  spoke  the  words  that  would   trigger   the
subconscious suggestion left by her lusty doctor, putting her  into  a
deep trance.
      It  had  the expected effect. Traci had started to walk forward,
now  put  her hand on the doorjamb to brace herself as her  head  sank
down and her eyes closed.
      Heather  came  over  near her. "Traci, can  you  hear  me?"  The
doorbell went again, insistently. Sherry must be freaking out.
     "Yes." A whisper.
      "I  want you to go to the bedroom and get dressed in some  jeans
and  a  nice blouse. Then sit on the bed and wait for me to  come  for
you. Do you understand?"
      "Yes. Jeans. Blouse. Wait. I understand." She moved slowly away,
as  if  in  a  trance. Heather thought to herself.  Shit,  woman,  she
answered herself. She IS in a fucking trance.
     And then she ran to the front door and pulled it open.
      Sherry was there, almost ready to ring the bell again. Her  face
was  streaked  with tears, her eyes glowed red and she looked  frantic
and  exhausted  all  at  once.  "For God's  sake,  it  took  you  long
enough..."  her outburst was stopped by her focusing for a  second  on
Heather's robe. Heather had never looked finer than at that moment, at
least  in  an erotic way. Long coiled hair spilling down her back  and
front,  proud,  oversized upthrust tits poking through  the  robe  and
volumes  of  hair, black pussy hair clearly defining the well  of  her
womanhood  between her legs. And she was giving off that  unmistakable
aroma  of sex. Recent, lusty, wet sex. Her face, hair, tits and  pussy
reeked of it.
      Sherry  turned to Janet and gently guided her into the apartment
and sat her down on the sofa while Heather closed the door.
      Then she turned back to Heather. "I know I'm out of control. God
you  look  good, babe. I must be interrupting a really  good  session.
Sorry."
     Heather pulled the robe shut and realized just how naked she was.
Not  that she cared about Sherry's seeing her. She liked Sherry seeing
her  pussy,  actually. But the Dr. was a problem if she suddenly  woke
up.
     She gave Sherry a big hug and held her tight. "Look, don't worry.
Right  now,  go  and make us some coffee and let me  change.  We  have
enough problems without you and I starting something up."
     "Well, I can't believe it, but as hot as you make me, right now I
can  hardly  focus  on  anything.  I'm  excited  and  exhausted.  Some
combination. And I'm out of ideas on what to do about little Miss  Hot
Box over there."
     "Coffee and I'll be back in a minute."
     "Heather?"
     "Yes." Heather turned back.
     "Don't. Don't wash. You know?"
      "Still a bit horny?" Heather was grinning at the absurdity of it
all.  How  could Sherry be horny when she was so tired? And  then  she
thought, hell, I'm horny and I've been getting laid for hours, so it's
just not her, at any rate.
      "Yeah.  You  smell so fucking lusty. Like a  wench  in  heat  or
something.  I  like  it. Best perfume you can wear  for  me.  Remember
that."
      "You are nuts. Let's keep focused, OK? Now, coffee, please"  and
she waved her toward the kitchen.
      "Yeah. Focused." Heather's tongue up her that was all she  could
focus  on all of a sudden. "Focused, that's me." And she went  to  the
kitchen.  Her pussy was wet. Focused. Her clit was tingling.  And  she
was  humming under her breath, "I'm gonna get that girl right INTO  my
hair,  I'm  gonna  get  that  girl right INTO  my  hair..."  Not  even
realizing she was changing the words.
      Heather came back ten minutes later and the coffee was  hot  and
poured. Sherry was sipping hers and looked up. Heather had covered  up
pretty  well. At least, no naked skin was visible below her neck.  But
even  above the smell of the fresh coffee, she could still  sense  the
pure sex of the girl. And she smiled to herself.
     "What? What are you grinning at?" Heather was grinning too.
     "Thanks for not washing up."
     "Oh, THAT. You sex fiend. You're lucky I like to smell hot or I'd
toss you out of here for being lewd to me."
     "You would not. You like it when I talk dirty to you."
      "Well, what they hell are we going to do? I can't keep Traci out
much longer. I feel like I'm playing a mean trick on her."
      "Maybe  Janet's afraid to come out because she thinks  she's  in
trouble  because  we know about the sex thing with patients."  Heather
nodded.
      "You  know, that makes a lot of sense. If the medical  board  or
whatever  found  out, or a patient filed a lawsuit, she'd  be  in  big
trouble. So, we have to convince her that everything will be OK if she
just  stops  fucking the patients any more. How are  we  going  to  do
that?"
      "Well,  let's ask her if she's scared of being found out  first.
Then we can try to sort it out."
     Sherry led the way into the living room. Her beautiful blond hair
was a mess. Dirty, stringy, dull. A real rat's nest of tangles. Wonder
what  the  hell she had Janet doing to her before it all  went  wrong,
Heather was thinking as well. Sure would love to wash her hair for her
and  brush  it out. Sherry was too focused on Janet to care about  her
hair.
     Sherry sat next to Janet and began to speak softly to her.
     "Janet, can you hear me?"
     "Yes."
     "Janet, did you enjoy having sex with your patients?"
     A baby voice, ashamed, scared, "Yes. Oh, yes."
     "Did it make you hot?"
     "Yes. Very hot. Just thinking about making them have sex with me.
Yes."
     "What would happen if one of them found out what you were doing?"
      Janet seemed to shrink and fear etched her face. "It would be...
terrible.  Embarrassed. I'd would lose my license to  practice.  Leave
town. Leave you."
     Sherry seemed taken aback at that last.
     "Leave me? That would bother you?"
     "Yes. Oh, yes." Her voice was very small. "I love you."
     Sherry looked stunned. Heather was stunned as well.
     "You've never told me that you liked me."
     "I never had the nerve. To tell another woman I loved her. Please
don't be mad at me."
      Sherry put her arm around the trembling woman. "I'm not  mad  at
you,  Janet. I just never knew. I promise I'm not mad at you.  I  like
you too." Janet seemed to perk up a bit.
      "It's  OK. To love you?" The little girl's voice. How incredibly
vulnerable she sounded.
     "Yes, of course it's OK."
     It was silent for a moment.
      Heather  mouthed to Sherry, "She never told you, or gave  you  a
sign?"
      Sherry whispered. "Nothing. And I've got pretty damn good radar.
God, this woman must be really repressed."
     "How does that make you feel?"
     Sherry looked confused.
      "I  really don't know. She's very nice and very sexy,  and  I've
often  thought we could be close friends, but it was work and I didn't
want  to mess it up. Sex at work can be bad news. Especially with  the
boss. Maybe I wasn't being very approachable for her."
     "I didn't find that a problem." Heather was grinning.
      "Yeah,  well,  there must be chemistry with us,  or  something."
Sherry grinned weakly back at Heather.
     "Janet, we know you have had sex with your patients."
     "Yes."
     "Does it make you afraid?"
     "Oh, yes." Janet was shaking. She looked terrified.
      "Now  listen  to me Janet. No one is going to tell anyone  about
your  little secret. But you must stop and not do it any more. If  you
feel  you need to have sex, you are to ask me to go to the ladies room
with  you.  I promise I will make love to you. Then you can leave  the
patient alone. Do you think you can do that?"
     "Make love to me. When I need to have sex."
      "Yes, any time. You must just ask me. I promise never to say  no
to you."
     Sherry was looking at Heather for a sign. Maybe jealousy? Heather
was surprised at Sherry's offer of free relations on demand, but other
than that, she was basically happy this was all going to wrap up.  Now
to get them out of here.
     It was quiet for a moment.
     Janet whispered, "Traci."
     Heather asked, "What about Traci, Janet?"
     "Traci, must not know. But she makes me very hot."
      Heather volunteered, "She finds you very attractive. Traci  told
me if you want to have sex with her, you should ask."
     "Traci, ask her?"
      "Yes, just ask her. She's very sexy and likes a lot of sex. With
women."
     "Ohhhh..."
     "Do you think you could wake up now?"
     "Yes, I can wake up now."
     Heather was alarmed. "Wait, into the kitchen. We have to talk."
     She dragged Sherry into the kitchen.
      "Are you nuts? She can't wake up here! What are we going to  say
to her about why she is here. Or Traci, for that matter?"
      "Let's  just  plant the thought that Traci invited  us  both  to
breakfast  and  we'll cook something and set up the plates  and  plant
them  at  the  table  and  bring them out  of  it  together,  in  mid-
conversation. Can't miss."
     "Right, and you look like hell, Traci's naked in there, well, no,
I told her to get dressed."
      Sherry  pressed on, "Look, let me shower and brush out  and  you
cook. What?"
     "Oh, nothing."
     "What, come on."
     "Well, I wanted to wash your hair."
     Sherry looked surprised and very, very pleased. "I'll save it for
you.  You can join me in the shower. Give me a five minute head  start
in there and then slip in." She grinned. "Into anything you want."
     Heather grinned back. And they both jumped up.
     It took only minutes to set the table, start up some bacon on low
heat and get ready to make toast and fry eggs. Breakfast would be easy
to whip up. Off in the distance, Heather heard the shower start.
      She slipped into the bedroom and Traci was still sitting in  the
chair, head down. Heather pulled her blouse off and slipped out of her
jeans.  Not  having any underwear on was definitely a  plus  in  these
circumstances.  In  the  bathroom, she made sure  there  were  several
towels  out, got her hair dryer from under the sink and several  clean
brushes  and then, carefully pulled open the show door and stepped  in
behind Sherry.
      Sherry  had  her back turned to her and possibly for  the  first
time,  Heather  marveled  at the sleek body of  this  woman.  Slightly
taller  than Heather, her blond hair was now wet and hung in  a  water
slick  mass  down the center of her back to just above her  tail.  Not
only  was  her hair luxurious, but there was plenty of it. Almost  too
thick.  Probably  a  real pain to take care of  properly.  The  square
shoulders  tapered to a narrow waist and the trim hips of  a  swimmer.
Her  legs  were pencil straight, with a perfect gradual  reduction  in
thickness  from the pussy down to her nice ankles and small feet.  Not
visible  from this close angle were the two pert, almost  hard  mounds
that graced her front.
      Heather  knew  those tits would be hard from the  sting  of  the
shower  spray and without warning, stepped up against Sherry, pressing
her  own jiggling tits hard into her back and reached around with both
hands  and  took  the  grapefruit sized  mounds  into  her  hands  and
squeezed.
      "Ahhhhhh! Oh, Heather, honey, that is sooooo... nice. You really
do  know  my hot spots. Ahhhhh.!!" Heather squeezed harder and pinched
the nipples, now hard points.
     She was as soaked as Sherry at this point and her own lengthening
nipples  dragged down Sherry's back as she squatted behind the woman's
tight  ass  and reached in and buried two fingers deep in her  waiting
pussy. Sherry moved her legs further apart and Heather responded  with
another  finger, their thrusting and strumming getting Sherry  to  the
brink of orgasm in seconds flat.
      "Shit. Oh, SHIT! That's GOOD!" Her breath was ragged and tearing
as  she fought to breath and at the same time welcome the orgasm  that
was  about  to  tear through her. "I'm cummmmmmm...!!"  No  good.  Her
breath was driven from her and Heather stroked on, faster and faster.
      "No.  Oh, no. I can't. No more oh baby oh baby oh oh oh  OH  OH!
Ohhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhh!" She exploded again. Heather was a woman and  gave
Sherry what she herself liked.
      Once  more  over Sherry's almost desperate pleadings and  Sherry
collapsed  weakly against the stall wall, groaning from  her  release.
Heather  picked  up the shampoo and worked it into the woman's  almost
impossibly  thick mass of hair. Soon, a flood of suds mixed  with  the
trickle  of lubrication draining from Sherry and disappeared down  the
drain.
     Sherry finally pushed away from the wall and kissed Heather hard.
Passionately,  groaning  into  her mouth.  Her  tongue  announced  its
entrance  as  a hot poker tearing around Heather's mouth like  a  wild
animal.
      Heather  suddenly felt Sherry's fingers glide  down  her  belly,
through  the  forest of hair and she stiffened as Sherry took  her  as
violently  and  relentlessly has she herself had  taken  her.  As  the
shower  wet fingers slid home into her honey pot, she cried  out  into
Sherry's  mouth.  Her  enormous clit was  fully  extended  and  Sherry
trapped it between her palm and Heather's belly and rubbed it  as  she
pumped her fingers in and out.
      Heather's  mouth tore free. "Oh, my God, that's  ahhhh  uaaaaaaa
nnnnn"  She  exploded from the heat in her pussy. The pumping  fingers
picked  up speed and her rock hard clit was super sensitive as  Sherry
rolled it up and down through the mat of hair on her lower belly.  The
nerves were screaming, but her belly bucked and she felt herself  jerk
and  then her legs turned to water and she came again so hard she  saw
stars. Sherry held her up with fingers buried deep.
      Once  more for good measure at a slightly slower pace  and  then
they just held each other, the water streaming down over them.
     "Sherry, honey, let's get your hair rinsed and we have got to get
this  show  on the road." She kissed the blond hard on the mouth,  her
tongue swiftly sweeping the inside of Sherry's mouth. "That was really
different.  I liked that a lot. Like you just raped me. Or  something.
It was so fast."
     "Me too. Ummm. OK, rinse me."
      Heather  worked at getting all the soap out, but it  took  time.
Finally  she  killed the water and reached out, grabbed  a  towel  and
began  drying Sherry's hair by patting it down between layers of towel
and Sherry did the same for Heather. Then they stepped out and toweled
each other off quickly, with a lingering quick slip of the finger into
their still very moist slits. That had both of them grinning.
      "Oh,  shit, I smell burning bacon. I'll be right back."  Heather
sprinted  to  the  kitchen and found just a little of  the  bacon  was
turning  dark and she turned it and laid the slices out on  the  other
side and let it cook, lowering the heat. She turned a burner on as low
as possible under the egg pan and slipped in some bacon grease and ran
back to the bedroom.
     Sherry was in the bathroom blowing her hair dry, but it was clear
this was going to take a while. Heather toweled hers again and decided
to  dress  and  go  cook. She told Sherry and went  and  finished  the
breakfast preliminaries.
     Checking the plates and everything, she helped Sherry run a brush
through  the  now brilliantly restored blonde hair that cascaded  down
her  back  like a cape for a minute and then announced it was  now  or
never.
      She guided Traci into the kitchen and Sherry got Janet from  the
living room and they placed them opposite each other. Then they filled
their coffee cups and took a deep breath.
      "OK, now, you wake them up. Make sure to tell them why they  are
here  and  to  forget  anything else that  happened.  Ready?"  Heather
inquired.
     Sherry nodded. "Now, Traci, Janet. Can you hear me?"
     "Yes." A chorus of replies.
      And  she  gave  them  her instructions.  And  then  started  the
countdown to five. Coming out, waking up, fully awake.
      "Hey, you guys, how many times do I have to ask you how you like
your eggs?" Heather sounded a bit impatient.
     Traci and Janet just blinked and looked around, clearly puzzled.
     "Well?"
      Sherry chirped. "Two, over easy please. And is a piece of toast,
not too dark, possible? I seem to be ravenous this morning."
      "Great,  now we're cooking. Traci, I suppose you want the  usual
one egg sunny side up?"
     Traci smiled and just said, "Of course."
      Janet  still looked puzzled, but ordered two eggs over easy  and
sipped her coffee.
      "I'm so glad you asked us over. You have such a nice place.  And
Heather  appears to be the perfect short order cook." Sherry  kept  up
the light banter.
      "That's artist to you, lady. I'll kill the first person who ever
calls me a cook again!"
     Everyone laughed as Heather expertly slid finished eggs and toast
on plates. The bacon was on a plate in the middle for all to grab. The
burned edges were carefully hidden.
      "God, I'm famished. You'd think I was up all night rowing a boat
or something," Heather said, smiling at Traci.
      "Well,  that's not far off the mark, I think." Everyone laughed.
Traci  was always sure to let everyone know their love making was,  if
nothing else, long and energetic.
      But  Janet  was  still quite puzzled. "You  know."  She  paused.
Heather  and Sherry waited with baited breath. "You know,  I  must  be
working  too hard. I'm only now beginning to enjoy this morning.  Must
have  needed  the coffee more than usual. I really do feel  like  I've
been up all night." She plowed into her eggs.
     "But you look so relaxed."
      "You  know.  I  am.  Like  something  has  been  lifted  off  my
shoulders." She continued to eat.
     "Me too," Traci said.
      "It's like I could just fall right asleep." She looked back  and
forth at Heather and Sherry.
     "Janet, maybe it's time for Heather and Sherry to go play jumping
jacks."
      "Yes, they should." Traci smiled at Janet over her coffee cup as
Sherry and Heather's eyes closed and their heads sunk to their chests.
      They  both burst out laughing. Traci dug into her egg. "Can  you
believe how easy this was? They both walked right into it." She  shook
her head in wonderment.
      But  Janet  got a curious look on her face. "Do you remember  us
planning to do this at breakfast?"
      "Come  to  think of it, no I don't. But I'm awfully  busy,  and,
well, it must have slipped my mind. I mean, we talked about it so many
times  in your office. Where and when to get them together and how  to
get  them  under our control. And what game to play with  them.  Gosh,
Janet, seeing them under like this really has me all hot and bothered.
You were right about what a powerful feeling it gives you."
      Not looking totally convinced, Janet nodded. And kept staring at
Traci. She picked at her food for a bit, then looked up.
      "I.  I... well, there is something I've been meaning to ask you.
I... Well..." She took a deep breath. "I think you're very sexy, and I
mean, well, could we go out?" The last was a surprise and Janet had no
idea why she said it. And turned beet red.
      "I  was  wondering if you'd ask me. I'd love to. As a matter  of
fact,  I  think you're sexy too. And with these two sleeping  beauties
here, right now might be a good time to have a date."
     "You mean, now?"
     "Sure." She took Janet's hand in hers. "Come on. I made the bed."
     "But."
      "No  buts.  If you date me, lady, you better bring a  change  of
underwear with you at all times. I have a big appetite." And  led  her
to the bedroom.
     And paused in the door. "Well, I'll be damned. I could have sworn
I made that bed. Oh, well, we're just going to mess it up anyway." And
she  pulled Janet very gently toward her and they kissed. She shut the
door  but  in less than five minutes, Janet's moans began to be  heard
through the apartment.
     Heather and Sherry slept on. The bacon got cold.