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 of 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 walk in 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 had 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 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, 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. She took a bit of cum on her tongue and swallowed. Lisa hissed "Suck me
dry, bitch, make me cum.  Eat me, God, eat me." Heather scooped up the white cum
and swallowed. More appeared at the opening.  She began to lap it up, running her
tongue into Lisa and up and over her clit on each pass.  Lisa was twitching and
moaning. "Suck.  Suck.  God.  Suck me bitch.  Suck me like a man.  Eat my cum." 
She ran the heel of her hand down onto the flat of her belly and pressed down on
the swollen bulge.  A spurt of cum squirted from her pussy into Heather's mouth. 
In seconds, she repeated the sequence, squeezing her clit between two fingers as
she pumped cum out of her vagina into Heather's mouth. Heather was swallowing as
fast as she could.  Lisa began to orgasm, shoving her pussy into Heather's mouth,
her hips bucking and thrashing up and down spasmodically.  More cum appeared. 
Heather swallowed. Over the next thirty minutes, Heather licked and sucked and
Lisa came again and again.  At long last, the resevour of cum was gone and Lisa
lay back soaked in sweat, exhausted. Heather was very excited, but has a bit
tired as well for a moment, as she was feeling stuffed from all the cum she had
just swallowed.  Now her own belly was a bit rounded.  At least she imagined it
was. Lisa pulled her up and began to lick her right nipple, then pulled the
nipple and areola into her mouth.  She began to suck harder and harder and the
breast began to go further and further into Lisa's mouth.  The very firm flesh
was compressed almost to a painful extent, but the nipple was moving to the back
of Lisa's mouth and then down the throat as Lisa pulled the entire breast into
her huge mouth, her lips now pressed around its base and against Heather's rib
cage. She began to swallow.  The motion stretched the nipple out and pulled it
down, shooting sparks through Heather's cunt.  Again and again.  Heather was
moaning. And then, she came, humping against Lisa's belly as the nipple orgasm
shook her. Lisa relaxed her sucking and Heather lifted up slowly and the breast
pulled free. Heather rolled on her side and lay next to Lisa, both of them
breathing hard. "Wow.  That's some trick."  Was all Heather could say. "Well,
what do you think of cum sucking?" "There sure was a lot of it!  You weren't
kidding. I felt really dirty and excited, sucking it out of you like that." Lisa
raised herself up on one arm and looked down at her.  "I'm so glad we met on my
first day here.  Hey, want to come over tomorrow and hide in the closet?  I'll
get Todd to fuck me just before he goes to class and you can fuck me as soon as
he leaves!" "Well, I have a full schedule.  So I don't think that would work. 
And, I do have a girlfriend, so I'm not sure we can do anything other than an
occasional fling, OK?" Lisa looked disappointed.  "Well, OK, I don't want to
cause you a problem."  She licked Heather's breast. "God, you've got about the
best tits I've ever seen.  Beautiful."  She licked harder.  Heather pulled her
down and the rolled into a 69 and another hour passed. Then, they dressed and
slipped out the back.  They were the last to leave the house.



As Heather was driving along on the short trip back to her apartment, she
realized she not only wasn't mad, confused or scared, but that she had actually
enjoyed the entire afternoon's activities and was wondering what other little
things Monique would think up for her to do.  And was hoping it wouldn't be too
long.  What a change from this morning.  Instead of keeping away from Monique,
she wondered when there might be another opportunity. Sooner, not later! Slipping
on jeans and a bra and blouse, she threw her things into an overnight case and
was just about to leave when the phone rang. "You enjoyed yourself, no?"  It was
Monique. Heather tingled. "Yes, as you already know, it seems.  What slutty thing
are you going to think up next for me to do?"  It was more an half question.
Monique laughed gently.  "Oh, do not fear, I will give you much pleasure.  As
much and more than you can imagine.  But tonight, you go to your party?" "Yes, I
was just on my way." "Then you must try out your new gift tonight and practice."
"I don't understand.  What gift?" "You are like me now.  Use your power.  Enjoy
it. You will find it more exciting that even the little things I do for you. 
Good night."  And she rung off. Power?  She didn't feel like she had power.  Like
her?  I can't tell a story worth a damn, so that's out. What else does she do? 
Simply order me to have sex when she wants.  But, I don't know how someone else
would react to me just telling them to let me fuck them, or have someone else
fuck them on my commands.  She kept running the thing through her mind as she
drove to Karin's and finally gave up on it.  She'd have to get Monique to be more
specific the next time they saw each other.  Which she was hoping was soon. Karin
glowed as she opened the door and saw the overnight case in Heather's hand.  The
party definitely wouldn't end when the guests left. "Hi!" "Hi!  Wow, the place
looks great!  How many people are coming?  Oh, five maybe six couples.  And I
have bad news.  The date I lined up for you cancelled.  Sorry." She wasn't,
actually.  And Heather suddenly remembered the blind date and realized that with
all the nonsense with Monique the last few days, she had forgotten about it
completely. "Oh, that's no problem.  Gives us more time together, actually."
Which was just what Karin wanted to hear and she smiled again.  "Great, my
thinking exactly.  I'll get my guy to head home and then we can, well, you know."
"Yeah, absolutely, babe."  Heather gave her a big hug and realized how much she
had missed Karin's hips. Best hips in town, for sure.  She ran her hands down
over them and cupped the solid ass cheeks.  Karin's mons pressed into Heather and
Heather felt her hump her and give a gasp. "Hey, that's....we...please wait.  We
only have a little time." "OK.  We'll wait."  Heather gave her another bump and
they both laughed and then started to put out the snacks and set up the bar. 
There was a quarter keg of beer that neither knew how to tap, so they decided to
let the guys do it when they came. The first guest was a surprise.  A very pretty
blue eyed blond, short hair, nice figure.  Alone. "Oh, Alice.  I didn't know you
were coming.  Come on in."  Karin's tone made it clear she hadn't really invited
her and was being polite. "Look, I know I'm crashing.  I just got lonely. Let me
stay for a bit and then I'll leave.  I'll behave, I promise." "Sure, OK.  I
guess."  Karin introduced them. "Can I help setup?"  Alice was trying to get on
Karin's good side.  At least she was being a good guest. "Yeah.  Hey.  Do you
know how to tap a keg?" "Sure.  My dad taught me."  She busied herself with the
keg paraphanalia and Karin and Heather headed back into the kitchen for more
stuff. "What did you mean by  behave yourself' out there?" "Well.."  Karin said
in a low voice.  "She's been known to be a big pain about hitting on other girl's
dates and boyfriends when she's been drinking, especially at parties.  And not
being shy about spreading her favours around to get what she wants. Which is
apparently a quick fuck from whomever's available at the moment.  I heard she
screwed half a party of guys at the beach last year.  I got that from my own guy,
who isn't a rumour monger.  I just hope she leaves.  But, we go way back to
grammar school and her parents know mine, and you know, it would be hard to just
kick her out for nothing.  I'd never hear the end of it from my mom, you know?" 
They had filled the last bowls with the first set of snacks and headed back out,
just as Alice finished drawing off a cup of foam and got a clear stream of beer
flowing. "You've got to teach me that, Alice.  Only one cup of foam.  How do you
do that?"  Karin tried to make conversation.  Heather watched Alice, a plot
forming in her mind.  Even she was surprised at what she was thinking.  And how
strong the urge was to somehow take control of the evening's "entertainment", so
to speak. "I'll show you later." "OK."  Karin headed back for another armload. 
This time, Heather held back and walked over to Alice. "Want to have some fun
tonight, Alice?" "Sure, what kind of fun?  I'm always up for a good time, if you
know what I mean.  Although, Karin is just being polite about letting me stay. 
I'm sure she's already told you I'm always chasing the guys." Heather ignored
Alice's fishing for information. "Oh, you know, a sex game, maybe?"  She said it
in a low conspiritual voice so it was clear to Alice that Karin wasn't in on the
deal, whatever it was. Alice hesitated.  "A sex game?  Like what?"  She felt she
liked Karin's new friend already.  She sure was pretty.  And sexy too, with a
fantastic body.  She always found herself looking at other girls bodies and
fighting the attraction.  She was just too scared to try it.  Or find out maybe
she was gay. "You fuck all the men here tonight without any of the women finding
out what's going on, and I'll fuck you last."  Even as she was saying it, Heather
wondered how she knew for a certainty that Alice wanted to try sex with a woman. 
But she knew and her tone clearly said she knew. Alice looked confused, a bit
stunned, excited and interested, somehow all at the same time.  Her knees were a
bit weak. "There's no way to do that.  I mean, this is a small place, and they'll
all know I'm here, and...." She couldn't believe she didn't just say no. 
Instead, she was rationalizing it, finding reasons it couldn't work.  And even as
she was talking, she realized she wanted somehow to find a way for it to work. 
And she'd get to sleep with this darkhaired beauty with the fantastic tits.
Heather held up her hand and Alice stopped.  They both realized she had just said
yes! Heather set to explaining without acknowledging Alice's indirect agreement
to play.  "You can use Karin's small extra bedroom.  You know, the one back
around the corner from the bathroom.  No one can see anyone go in or out and if
they are seen, they look like they're trying to go or just coming from the john. 
You go back now and I'll tell Karin you felt sick and went to lay down for a
while.  I gave you pills to feel better.  Then I'll tell her after a bit that
you're asleep and we'll just leave you alone.  That get's you out of Karin's hair
as far as she's concerned.  Now, my part will be to set up and send the guys back
one at a time.  After the last, if we have pulled it off (Alice grinned at the
pun) , I'll slip back to finish off your evening.  You do want me to come back
and fuck you, don't you?"  Heather was the bait.  Alice gulped, but silently
nodded affirmative. It was brazen.  Ridiculous.  Alice never blinked an eye at
screwing all the guys.  The thought of Heather doing it with her was enough for
her to risk it.  "You think you can make this work?"  She was breathless with
excitement. "Sure.  I can handle my end.  Now, be quick back there.  No long
drawn out fucks.  No noise.  If you blow your cover, your little treat is off.  
And, no cleaning up in between, you know.  I'll clean you up good.  With my
tongue."  She made it sound wicked.  And it was.  Her sudden and unexpected
introduction to semen licking and swallowing had invoked a very strong desire in
her to do it again and often. Alice blinked.  "Go now?" "Right.  I'll cover for
you.  Turn out the light. Be quiet.  Get naked after you hear the guests come.
Give me an hour for the party to warm up and me to get to know them enough to not
get the girls nervous if I have a short chat with their date with them not
around. Can you do that?" "Yes.  An hour.  This is crazy."  But she headed for
the back bedroom and disappeared. "Hey, where's Alice?"  Karin looked around as
she came back in the room.  Heather reached out and took a few things from her
bulging arms and helped set them out. "Actually, she was complaining of severe
cramps and headache and dizziness, so I suggested she take a nap. I hope you
don't mind.  I have her a pill to help. Maybe a short nap will help her get over
it." "Why didn't she just go home?"  Karin headed for the back bedroom. Heather
calmly called after her.  "I think she was nervous about driving, you know. 
Well, she'll get over it and leave later.  She's in the back room and no one need
even know she's here.  So that solves your little problem about her hitting on
guys, you know?" Karin stopped and considered Heather's comments. "Well, I guess
it's OK.  But, I hope she leaves soon." And with that, the doorbell rang and
couples started arriving.  And the party started. Heather was careful to keep
away from the guys while the girls checked her out and tried to decide if she was
a threat.  She was particularly careful not to flirt or pay attention to the
guys. Or the girls for that matter, since Karin and Traci had told her she
flirted a lot, even when she wasn't aware of it.  And after a bit, the girls
decided she was safe, one at a time, and began to wander about and not keep a
long leash on their dates.  Heather kept busy filling treat bowls and popping in
CD'S and generally trying to disappear into the woodwork.  The party relaxed and
began to glow a bit from the beer and wine and the talk of guests over the CD's
was growing steadily in volume. Heather timed her first move perfectly when Tony
was over by the chip bowl and Heather went over to refill it.  She was amazed
that she felt no nervousness at all. She wasted no time.  "Tony, we're having a
bit of a very private game here tonight.  It's very secret and the game is over
if anyone else finds out about the game.  Want to play?" "Sure, what is it?"  He
was clearly intrigued and his voice dropped so no one could hear. "When the coast
is clear, you have to slip down the hall, go into the rear bedroom and fuck the
girl who is in there.  Say nothing to her. Do not turn on the lights.  And if you
recognize her, you are not to let her or anyone else know.  You must make it
quick.  When you come out, let me know you are done by coming over to me and
asking me for a new bag of chips." Tony looked amazed.  And totally interested. 
"Now? You want me to it now?  And is there a prize or something?" "Well, yes,
someone will get a big reward, but that's a secret.  You are just helping get the
prize for someone else.  And, of course, you get laid.  Now, as soon as you can,
break away for some reason.  Remember, if anyone else finds out, the game is
over.  So you can't tell anyone else at all." Tony's wicked grin told her it was
all set.  He unconsciously rubbed the rod in his pants in front of her.  Heather
didn't react to that, she just grinned back. Heather filled the bowl and walked
away and returned to a stool in a corner where she could watch the traffic and
sipped on her beer, watching Tony out of the corner of her eye.  He chatted
around, then downed his beer and headed down the hall toward the bathroom.
Heather headed for his date and chatted her up about anything that came to her. 
School, work.  Five minutes went by and Tony came up to them.  His face was
flushed.

"Gosh, Heather, do you know if we have another bag of chips?" "Excuse me Eileen. 
Well, I'll check.  You guys are really chowing down." "He has to keep up his
energy, right Tony?"  Eileen eyed Heather as she said it.  He's mine and I take
care of his needs.  The message was clear. Heather went and took care of the
chips and soon, had another date going back.  In the next hour, four of the five
guys there had screwed Alice and were back with no one noticing. Heather slipped
back to the back room and nipped inside quickly. "Alice?"  She whispered.  The
room was filled with aroma of hot sex, the wet heavy smell of semen and female
emissions were unmistakable.  Heather found her self wet between her legs with
excitement. "Yes, Heather?  Is that you. Are there more?" "One more.  A tough
one, I'm afraid.  Karin's guy. It might take a bit longer.  Still game?"  Karin
was over at the bed and sat on the edge.  She reached out and ran her hand over
Alice's belly in the very dim light from the crack in the curtains.  Alice jumped
in surprise.  But made no move to push Heather's stroking hand away.  A woman was
feeling her up and she was tense with excitement.  A woman.  And it was making
her wild with excitement. "Yes."  Heather stroked down into the thin hair of
Alice's pussy.  She was sopping.  Alice gave a little moan and pushed her mons up
into Heather's hand. "Have any of them given you an orgasm yet." "No" Alice could
barely get it out.  "Ed came close.  He really fucked me hard right after Tom and
he really knows how to give me a ride and I was very close."  Heather stroked and
ran a finger over the swollen clit.  Alice gasped and groaned loudly.  And
gripped the pillow hard to try to keep from trembling. Heather's hand ran back
over the girl's belly. Alice wanted it to go back down. "Got a nice motherload of
cum for me, Alice?" "I guess so.  I mean, four of them.  I'm a mess." Finger me,
Heather, she was thinking almost out loud. Don't make me wait for you. "Just the
way I want you."  She touched the bud again.  Alice's hips lifted to meet the
touch.  And she groaned and stiffened.  She was explosively close to an orgasm.
"Heather, eat me now.  I've wanted a girl to do that for so long."  Alice
couldn't believe she said it, but her lust was making her crazy. "I know.  But,
you must wait.  Those are tonight's rules.  You must be a slut for one more. 
Then a cum slut for me.  I will make you happy."  She withdrew her hand.  Alice
whimpered in disappointment. "Will you like me licking and sucking the cum from
your pussy, Alice?"  Her voice was sexy. "God, yes, oh yes."  Alice's voice was a
croak. Heather go up slowly and let herself out of the room when she heard no one
in the hallway.  And almost ran into Karin actually coming out of the bathroom!
"How's our little sicky doing in there?"  Karin was a bit tight and had forgotten
all about Alice until she saw Heather come out of the room. "Out cold.  She can
leave after the party when she wakes up.  That should suit everything.  At least
if she's sleeping, she can't be trouble." Alice slipped into the john to pee and
then she rejoined the party. Karin had been hanging pretty close to her guy all
night, but Heather saw a chance about fifteen minutes later and laid the game on
him.  He took almost ten minutes to finally go back.  She keep Karin busy with
the last of the treats and selecting some new music.  He wasn't missed.     
After he reappeared, gave the signal by asking for a new tankard of beer, Heather
made her way back to the back room again and locked the door. "Oh, god, Heather. 
I've never done this.  Hurry." "You are my cum slut for tonight, don't you
agree?" "Yes.  Yes.  I'm a cum slut.  My belly is full of sloppy cum and I want
you to eat me out."  She was reaching for Heather. Heather said nothing.  She
just pushed Alice back on the mattress and bowed to her task, bringing Alice off
twice explosively before she began to lick her pussy clean, sucking the thick
ooze from deep in the drenched vagina. She let her tongue wander around liberally
over the intensely swollen outer and inner lips of the girl's labia and the more
she caressed them, the wilder Alice's hip thrusts were becoming.  The girl was in
ectascy and going completely out of control. Heather pushed a pillow up and Alice
grabbed it and pulled it to her. Alice was thrashing around and moaning louder
and louder into the pillow which she had wisely pulled over her head to muffle
the sounds.  She came twice more, each time groaning and gasping as her breath
caught in ragged tears,  and then Heather began to suck on her clit hard and the
now super sensitive nub shot strong flashes of fire into Alice's brain, a
sensation not quite pain, but close.  Alice had lifted her legs and was almost
screaming into the pillow when she came again quite unexpectedly.  This last
orgasm left her dizzy and a bit confused and she was moaning and moving around in
random patterns as her body continued to experience pleasure in little spurts.
Heather finally stopped licking and moved up and sat next to her while she calmed
down. "That was out of this world."  Alice breathed, holding on to Heather's arm.
"You are happy with the results of tonight's game?" "Yes.  I can't believe we
pulled this off.  And I slept with a woman.  It was my first time."  She wanted
Heather to know.  Heather already knew it, how, she didn't know. "But not the
first for gang fucking at a party?" "No.  When I'm drunk, I do it sometimes.  I
love sex."  She sounded defensive, but was opening up to Heather all the same.
"Before you go to your next party, you will call me and I will give you a new
game to play." "What?  What new game?" "A sex game, of course. You will have to
follow my instructions exactly, or I will not play with you again." Even in the
dim light, she could see Alice nod agreement. " Now, wait till the guests leave,
tell Karin you are feeling better and leave without saying more than thanks for
letting you rest till you felt better.  You were a good fuck, Alice. Good night."
 She left her laying there.  Confused.  Still excited.  Amazed. Scared.  And
already wondering what Heather might ask her to do so she could re-experience sex
with her again. Monique was right.  She could tell people what to do and they
would do it.  Heather was as amazed that it had worked as Alice was.  She
suddenly realized she had no idea what would have happened if she had been caught
orchestrating this thing.  All hell would have broken loose, probably. She
slipped out and the first guests were leaving. Soon, the party broke up and Karin
shooed her own guy out the door, eyeing Heather. She raised a glass of wine to
Heather.  "Now the REAL fun begins!  For us." "Ummm.  There's Alice first." 
Heather reminded her.  She was beginning to feel pangs of guilt about setting up
Karin's boyfriend to be unfaithful.  She pushed them aside. "Oh."  Karin
remembered through her wine haze. But Alice appeared as if on cue, apologized for
getting sick, thanked Karin for the bedroom to feel better, bemoaned missing the
party and then she left, winking at Heather when she went out. "She looks like
she feels a lot better now." Heather quipped. Heather took Karin's hand.  "Come
fuck me, honey. Nice and slow." Karin was ready.  "Not the first one.  Just do me
fast.  I'm so horny I'm going to explode.  Then, nice and slow." Heather kept her
promise and after the first, she played with Karin till morning light was coming
in the windows.  Her moans rose to screams on occasion as Heather drove her to
orgasm after orgasm.  And Karin drank from Heather's steamy pussy just as often,
with Heather joining her with her own cries of delight. Then, they slept. 
Heather pulled Karin's firm, full hips back against her and sleep that way, in a
spoon position.  They were both smiling to themselves for different reasons.
Heather knowing the special surprise she had for the coming weekend that she had
so carefully planned. And wondering if Monique would set her up to do something
else outrageously sexy and erotic, and hoping she would, and loving the feel of
the curve of Karin's hip as she settled in behind her, pressing her firm breasts
into the small of Karin's back. And Karin?  Her pussy still tingled as it always
did after intense oral sex.  Karin had Heather for the night.  Wasn't that enough
to smile about?