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CHAPTER SEVEN

Heather didn't know how the grapevine worked until about a week later when there came a most unusual recommendation.

She showed to a booth in the restaurant an attractive couple in their early thirties. The woman was a stunning blonde who wore a chic zebra-striped dress and a matching scarf tied carelessly around her hair. The effect was provocative. She looked like a high-fashion model. The man was tall, prosperous-looking, confident.

"You're Heather, aren't you?" the woman asked as she took her seat.

Heather pointed to her name-card. "Yes, I am."

The woman made her nervous. Though she knew she looked stunning herself in a low-cut green cocktail dress, Heather felt an instinctive distrust of another good-looking woman. She was automatic competition, no matter how fleetingly the other was passing through her life. She made Heather reassess herself. A quick glance into one of the many mirrors in the restaurant reassured her. She felt better about the blonde.

"Why do you ask?" she inquired more politely.

"We know some friends of yours," the man replied. He paused a moment, and smiled at her. "Steve and Dave. Remember them?"

Heather's heart leaped to her throat. What did this mean? Was she about to be unmasked, her shameless exploits exposed for all to know?

"Yes," she replied cautiously. "I remember them."

"They spoke very well of you." The woman's voice was soothing, reassuring. She reached out and just barely touched Heather's arm. "Very well."

The woman's light touch provoked a familiar tingle in the redhead's belly. Did that touch mea what she thought it meant?

"We would be flattered if you'd come out for a drink with us later." The man's voice was more intimate then before. It, too, aroused tingles inside Heather.

She felt not the slightest hesitation about what her reply should be. She was intrigued. "I'm through at eight. I'd love to join you for a drink. Any friends of Dave's and Steve's… as the saying goes." She laughed.

The last hour before quitting time flew by. Heather's thoughts were only half on her job. The rest of her mind toyed with speculations as to what delights might be in store for her this evening. Both the man and the woman were so attractive, so worldly. She was intrigued by both of them. And excited.

They took her to a fashionable bar overlooking the lights of the city. They all drank Italian liqueur and coffee and chatted. Heather was fascinated by the stories the others had to tell of travels in far-off places. They knew so much, so many interesting people. She was flattered they seemed interested in her, an ordinary suburban housewife.

But then she realized, as she caught a glimpse of herself in a minor, she wasn't all that ordinary. She was beautiful. With her red hair flaming. And her full sensual figure hugged tight by her flattering dress. Her red nails danced over the contours of her glass as she fingered it nervously. The other woman reached over and took her hand.

"Are you nervous, darling?" she asked. "Don't be. We're all getting along together very well, aren't we?"

Heather was startled by the intimacy of the other woman's fingers stroking her own. "Why, yes… certainly." At that moment, she felt a hand stroking her knee under the table. She realized it was the man's hand. There could be no doubt now of what the older couple wanted with her.

Heather's pussy throbbed with arousal. She wanted it, too.

"Why don't you come back to our apartment for a while, Heather darling?" the woman suggested.

"I think the three of us should get to know each other better, don't you?" the man added as his hand reached out and closed over Heather's and his wife's. It was a suggestive clasp, of hand on hand on hand.

"Yes… only, you know, I don't even know your names yet?" Only now did the redhead realize the couple had not introduced themselves. It seemed strange, she thought. Even stranger that she had felt no need for names till now.

"What's in a name, my darling? A rose still smells like a rose without the label." The woman helped Heather arrange her coat over her shoulders as they rode the elevator down to the lobby.

"Yes… but you know my name."

"That's true. Well, call us Zeke and Zola." The man's voice was light.

Heather suspected those were not their real names. But she was intrigued, turned on by this additional mystery. These people would always be strangers to her. But tonight they would share an experience.

When they reached the couple's apartment, Heather noted that it was very elegant, but barren. There were no little touches to betray the personalities of the people who lived here. Just the impeccable furniture and drapes and rugs. And a well-stocked bar.

Zeke, as he called himself, poured drinks for the three of them.

"Oh this is good!" Heather had never tasted an alcoholic beverage so sweet, so smooth and satisfying going down. She finished her first drink quickly and accepted a second. She was feeling a pleasant glow. An anticipatory tinge in her cunt.

She waited for the others to make the first move.

"Like it? The French claim it's an aphrodisiac. I've never been able to tell for sure. Personally, I'm always interested in sex." The big man grinned suggestively at her. "How about you, Heather? Zola and I have heard that you… well, that you're a very turned-on lady."

Heather was flattered, and faintly amused by the compliment. "Yes… I guess that's one way to describe me. Dave and Steve brought out the best in me, I must admit that," she added as she finished her second drink.

"We like to try all kinds of different things, darling." The blonde's words were slightly slurred, and Heather realized she wasn't the only one the alcohol was getting to.

Heather's interest was up. Her clitoris was hard and pulsating inside her panties. There was an aura of sexuality, of intimacy, in the room, even though no one had done or said anything overtly sexual.

"What kinds of things?" Heather asked. Her curiosity was piqued. She wanted some fuel to fire the building heat in her belly.

"We like to watch… other people. We like them to watch us. We like to have threesomes or foursomes. All kinds of things." Zola moved closer to Heather and stroked her thigh. "Would you like to play with us, Heather darling? You're so beautiful. It would be so much fun."

Heather wasn't expecting the kiss, and it shocked her at first. But soon she melted into it. Her tongue darted into the woman's mouth and dueled and parried with hers. They clutched each other's bodies hungrily, eager for more stimulation. Heather found herself caressing Zola's tits through her dress. She loved the firm smooth feel of the resilient mounds through the slippery material. But she wanted more. She wanted to feel flesh.

Eager now to continue the sexual stimulation once begun, Heather reached under the hem of Zola's dress and moved her hand up over the other woman's thigh. Unexpectedly, her fingers contacted the spongy, hair-fringed feel of pussy.

Zola wasn't wearing any panties.

Grateful for the experience she had gained with her friend Linda, Heather sank a finger into the clenching hole of Zola's ready cunt and began to wriggle it around. She fucked Zola's twat with her slender finger for several long moments. The blonde writhed and moaned in ecstatic abandon.

The sexual energy that had been sublimated earlier now burst forth. Zeke stood up and began to remove his clothes. Then he went over to the women and stroked them their hair, their faces, their bodies.

Heather was unwilling to break free of the smothering kiss she was staring with the sensual older woman. But when Zeke started to remove their clothes, she had to let go of Zola and raise her arms to let him pull her dress over her head. Once they were all naked, Heather stared at her companions, awestruck. They were both so beautiful.

Zola's body was lush, yet trim… full-bodied, yet taut and firm. She was as gorgeous naked as she was in her stunning clothes. Zeke had a firm, strong body. His flesh rippled appealingly over his muscled chest and arms. But the highlight of his physique for Heather was his long, erect cock thick and meaty, ready for action.

"My… it's hard already!" she exclaimed hungrily before she knew she was going to speak.

"You like my prick, Heather baby? Well, I like that pretty little red pussy of yours, too. You're a knockout, kid. No question on that one. Of course, Steve and Dave always did have good taste in business deals. Now we know it extends to hot chicks."

"Darling, you're lovely." Zola's words were a throaty sigh.

Before Heather knew what was happening, Zola had stretched her out on the carpet and was parting the delicate lips of her pussy. The blonde's tongue aimed for the sensitive nub of her clitoris and hit it head-on.

"Ooooohhh, Goddd! That's wonderful, Zola darling! Wonderful!"

Heather realized at once that, along with their sophistication in the ways of the world, Zola and Zeke had attained a titillating sexual sophistication. Zola was eating her pussy like it had never been eaten before. It seemed her tongue and lips were doing a thousand things at once teasing her sensitive clit into a hot frenzy of burgeoning erotic stimulation. The bud was hard and swollen, Heather knew. And her cunt-lips were flaring open, soft and receptive, hungry for filling.

As though she had read the signal, Zola darted her tongue deep up into the young redhead's cunt.

"Aaaaaiiieeeee! Oh! Ooohhh! Ooooohhhh!" Already, Heather felt she had been reduced to a babbling idiot. She was writhing and moaning under Zola's talented tonguing like a deranged creature, helpless prey to the blonde's every nuance of touch and stimulation.

"Mmmm, you have such a nice pussy! It tastes like some wonderful candy! It makes me feel so good to eat you like this, darling!"

As Zola kneeled on the rug between the young stranger's thighs, her ass waved salaciously in the air, in time to her mounting sexual frenzy. Her husband was kneeling behind her, stroking her buttocks, caressing the moist slit in between. Zola encouraged him. Her pussy was getting wetter by the minute. Eating a woman out always made her hot for cock.

"Ohhhh, Zeke honey! Do it to meee! Fuck me, baby! I want it!"

"Mmm-hmm! I'm going to fuck you, you sexy little beauty you! You must hold on a little longer."

Zeke's face contorted with the wanton frenzy of lust. For the initial penetration, Zola's mouth had deserted Heather's pussy. But the younger woman scarcely noticed at first. She was totally captivated by the spectacle of watching a woman take a fully erect cock in her asshole.

Gradually, though, the redhead began to writhe in lustful agony. What she was witnessing turned her on. She wanted Zola to make her cunt feel good again. Her pussy was pulsing with vicarious pleasure at the sight of the unnaturally pinioned woman squealing and churning before the man's sodomizing cock.

"Do it, Zeke! Do it!"

With those words, Zola once again buried her face in Heather's pussy. The new abandon with which she licked the redhead's clitoris and tongue-stabbed her cunt bespoke her wild uncontrolled sexual frenzy. She sucked hungrily on Heather's clitoral nub while her ass thrust back against Zeke's hard-driving cock.

"Slit, baby, it's so tight!" Zeke cried out through clenched teeth.

The way her ass muscles were squeezing his prick made him groan with pleasure. He had to fight off the urge to cum suddenly, immediately. But he wanted to ream the kneeling woman thoroughly. He wanted to fuck her ass till she begged for mercy. He worked his swollen prick rhythmically back and forth in her clinging ass-passage. His tempo became gradually more and more hurried as he felt her abandoning herself more completely to his ass-fucking. She was open to him, eager and hot. She wanted everything he could give her.

The big man was happy to oblige. He sent his prick surging again and again up into her throbbing asshole. The thought that his wife was eating a woman's cunt while he fucked her ass made his prick grow harder with prurient lust. She was such a Goddamned sexy woman, his wife! He loved her for it! He loved to fuck her in the ass.

And this pretty redhead they had picked up tonight was a match for Zola. Heather was as sex-hungry as they were! They made a great threesome, he thought smugly the blonde, the redhead, and the cock. As his balls continued to swell with the sight of his wife's head buried between Heather's thighs, he fucked urgently onward.

Heather was convinced she had never felt this hot in her whole life. Zola's mouth on her pussy was liquid erotica. It was all she could do to keep from screaming with frenzied abandon. Her cunt was swollen with tumultuous sex energy. An explosion was lurking close to the surface. She could hardly wait to cum. It would be such a prurient thrill to cum from the sucking of a woman being fucked ruthlessly in the ass.

"Ooooohhh, Zola! That feels so nijice!"

"Uuhh, yeah, I love it, darling! I love tasting your pussy! I love Zeke's prick in my ass! Aahh, Jee-zuz! Keep it up, Zeke darling!"

It was all the shapely blonde could do to keep her attention on her muff-diving task. She extended her tongue and wound it tantalizingly around and around the peak of Heather's slick, distended clitoris. She sucked hungrily on the tip. She could feel it filling with blood. She could feel the intensity of the other woman's excitement in the way she was churning her hips, grinding her cunt against her face, pulling her face down against her pussy.

Zola loved what was happening. She loved picking up a young woman and making love to her, along with her husband. It was debauched, depraved… so incredibly enticing!

And Heather was far and away the sexiest woman they had ever seduced together. Her pussy tasted so wonderful! Her shrieks of pleasure were contagious. Zola could hardly wait to watch her husband fuck the redhead!

While the women responded to one another with increasing abandon, Zeke continued to fuck Zola's asshole. The clinging clasp of her ass muscles was having its desired effect. He could feel his balls swelling with their hot load.

The hot pants and groans and emotion-filled writhes continued for what seemed to all three participants an eternity. The excitement was building to a delicate peak of intensity, one that it would take only a slight nudge to scatter and shatter.

Heather found herself becoming thoroughly involved in the perverted titillation of watching a woman get fucked in the asshole, a woman who was sucking her own tingling pussy. At last the beckoning licks of Zola's tongue became too much.

"Aaaiiieeeee! I'm cummmingggg!"

She grasped the blonde's curls more firmly and pressed her face into her spasming twat. The firecracker explosions were still happening when Heather was joined in her blissful oblivion by Zola.

"Ahh! Me, too, Heather darling! Oh, Goddd, you're making me cummm, Zeke! My ass feels so wonderful, baby!" She slammed her ass back at her husband's loins, urging him to join them in their headlong rush to pleasure release.

"Uuuhhh! Christ!" Even before he knew it was coining, it was there. Zeke gritted his teeth as he felt his hot thick cum shooting deep into Zola's shitter. It gave him a perverse satisfaction to fill her ass. His cock continued to throb pleasurably long after it had shot itself dry.

The evening had only begun for the three hedonists. Once Zeke had recovered his wind, he buried his cock deep in Heather's ready clutching pussy. It was tighter and softer than he would ever have imagined! He loved fucking the strange, sexy redhead, and he spent long hours doing just that in between fucking his wife, and eating the two of them.

It was an orgy to remember… even for the worldly Zeke and Zola.

Heather stayed later than she ever had before, so engrossed was she in the blind erotica of making love to this turned-on couple. It was nearly four in the morning when she finally headed home.

She was nervous about facing Tom. Even he probably wouldn't believe she had been out with the girls until this hour.

With any luck he'd be sound asleep, passed out after a heavy dose of forgetfulness tonic booze.