"Oogle argle wanna!"
"Not yet, my wanton little..."
Norma had had her effect on me, and I knew exactly what Miss Lawrence was going to do about it. I pulled my rabid friend back to the sofa and took a firm grip on her hair. She didn't even make an "Ow," just made another bid to get at Norma's flesh.
I unzipped my pants and pushed Jay's head down. She kept her eyes on Norma as she took me in her mouth and began sucking frantically. Norma performed some pelvic thrusts. The pressure on my rock hard jolly stick reached Hoover Deluxe proportions.
"'ithies! 'ithies!"
"I think she said 'Titties!' Norma. It's time to get them out."
Norma undid two buttons of her top. Her fingers went to the clasp of the red bra and snapped it open. Then she showed that she has a future in this game. In a flurry of movement, she performed some three dimensional magic and the bra was dangling from one upraised arm! She dropped it on Jay's bobbing head and...
...began to do up the buttons again!
"Urgle! Noffa!"
Jay tried to lift her head from my lap but now was not the time to break the rhythm. I pushed her down and watched Norma with interest. An unstoppable pressure was building in the direction of Miss Lawrence's tonsils.
The material of the shift was thin, and Norma's nipples were mighty. They pressed the white cloth out until it molded itself to her form. Norma picked up my forgotten wine glass and held it over her breasts. Slowly she tipped the glass until a drop of deep red wine splashed onto her straining bosom. She sent the next drop onto the other breast, then soaked the material with a steady stream of best (that I can afford) Burgundy.
The shift darkened, but became transparent too. Norma poured the rest of the glass over her breasts and thrust her chest forward, guardsman fashion. Her nipples were clearly visible now through the soaked material.
"Mmyahh!"
My little friend's eyes were popping out. One hand had disappeared beneath her long skirt and her arm moved convulsively as she frigged herself in time with her sucking.
My own breath was coming slightly quicker now. It was time for Miss Lawrence to get her mouthwash. I felt my member pulse with the coming tide. I leaned back into the soft sofa and gave myself up to Jay's eager mouth. This was going to be...
...Norma picked up the bottle of wine and poured a stream over her magnificent breasts. All opaqueness disappeared from the shift. There were her breasts in blood red glory...
...I grasped Jay's head with both hands. Just when I thought I had come all I could, Norma put the neck of the bottle in her mouth and fellated it, her eyes fixed on mine. I swear I came again. Jay swore that too, later – among other things.
At last I released Jay's head. She was on her knees in a flash. One dry hand and one sticky hand reached for the still gyrating red-soaked nurse.
Knock.
That wasn't Black Sabbath.
Knock.
No ghosts in this building – too new.
Knock.
The door.
"Get the door, dear," I said in as steady a voice as I could manage. One has to keep up appearances.
"Get it yourself!"
With practiced ease I swung her over my knee, lifted up her skirt, pulled down her knickers, landed three hefty smacks on her squirming posterior, rearranged her clothing, and pushed her on her way to the door. She gave me a pretty good glare, but the executive finger had her off on her errand.
With a gasp I was pressed back into the sofa by a pair of strong succulent thighs. Norma's red clad quim hovered before my eyes. I dragged my gaze up beyond the cloudscape of her boobies to her wickedly grinning face. She leered down at me.
"Fancy a drink?"
One hand pulled her panties outward and the other tipped the neck of the bottle. With a glug, wine coursed down her belly and into red clad heaven. Norma pushed me further back. The first drops seeped through the material and into my mouth.
* * * *
"For one moment, I thought I had the wrong address."
The young waiter hovered in the corridor, nerves issuing palpably from his lightweight frame. Smiling reassuringly, I slid my arm through his and neatly maneuvered him through the door.
"Do come in, lraC! We're having a little soiree and your input would be most welcome. Take your coat and boots off and put them in the hall closet, there's a good lad. Mr. Neptune does loathe a mess."
lraC obliged, then his eyes opened wide at the libidinous scene in Harry's pad.
"Neptune? Sounds fishy to me. And if he doesn't like mess, what is that girl doing on his sofa? You'll never get the stains out."
"Oh!"
I gasped, despite myself. Harry reclined in a yielding nest of soft beige suede, Norma's scarlet clad bottom pressed hard against his ecstatic face. Tiny flames of arousal lapped at my pussy as I watched his mouth work upon her lace clothed mound of Venus, his tongue pushing through the skimpy cloth to taste the sweet juice within. The girl clasped the half-empty bottle of wine in one hand, slowly dribbling the red liquid down her round brown belly for Harry to suck from her neatly trimmed quim. Giggling, she kept pulling at her panties, tugging them away from her luscious flesh, then letting them snap back against her waist with a satisfying elastic sound.
"Ping!"
Norma giggled loudly, then moaned in pleasure, as Harry's large hands cupped and appraised her full buttocks, searching fingertips disappearing beneath the flimsy cloth. The first fluttering butterfly wings of an orgasm caught me by surprise and I thrust a thumb in the waiter's gaping mouth.
"Oh god, yes! Go, Harry, go!!"
There was an intense mumbling from my randy friend, which confirmed that he was indeed going if not gone.
I grabbed lraC and drew him towards the sofa, feeling his nervy resistance melt in the face of such lustful acts. Norma had laid down the bottle and stripped off her dress. Now she ground her hips against Harry's face, forcing him down, down into the super-squishy depths of the comfy couch. He lay on his back, glasses askew, blissfully siphoning the last traces of wine from the naughty girl's panties. Her pneumatic boobs finally bounced completely free above Harry's head and his hands left her knickers and grasped the mighty melons, rhythmically squeezing their firm brown pulchritude. I desperately longed to feel those titties for myself, but I hate to see a grown man cry.
"Mmm! Yes! Mmm! Yes!"
Norma was beginning to shriek with pleasure, her bottom wobbling rather deliciously as her climax approached. Quick as a flash, I knelt behind her and pulled her ravaged panties down, just enough to slide my tongue into the sweet, musky cleft of her tight little ass. Gauging Harry's rhythm, I began to tease the neat pink rosebud, then we cunnilinged a deux, swiftly slurping Norma's hot wet pussy to an orgasm of mammoth proportions. It felt like an earthquake.
"JESUS! Oh, fuck me! Fuck me!"
As she came down from the pinnacle of ecstasy, we continued to drink her juices, licking it from each other's lips, dipping our tongues into each other's mouths, chasing her honey into every succulent crevice of her throbbing quim. It was then that I felt lraC's slender hands upon my own hips, as light and deferential as a trainee house boy. I reached around Norma's body and cupped her boobs, then fed one swollen nipple into Harry's mouth. His eyes closed in pure delight, lips working as a hungry babe. lraC lifted my skirt and began to ease my panties down. I rubbed my breasts against Norma's broad, strong back, grinding my bottom against the waiter's exploring hands.
"Halftime! Change ends!"
"When I'm good and ready."
Harry muttered through a mouthful of bosom, intently engaged upon teasing the girl's nipple with the tip of his tongue. I had never seen such big, round nipples and it looked like a deeply pleasurable game. I ran my own tongue down the sticky column of her spine, feeling my soaking panties slide down to my knees. Reverently, lraC began to kiss my bottom, printing a myriad of tiny teasing nibbles all over the contours of my ass. I gasped and licked a drop of sweat from the nape of Norm
a's neck. Her hair was bleached blonde, almost brittle, and I reveled in the cheap trollop-ness of her. It was then that the CD player clicked to another disc and the rousing strains of a well-known musical filled the room.
"Oh-oh-oh-oh-Oh-klahoma!"
* * * *
Oklahoma! Where the hell did that come from? It must have got put back in the wrong box. Never mind, to change it I would have to climb through two panting girls and lraC, and it was anyone's guess where the remote had got to.
"Halftime! Change ends!"
"Oh, all right."
Reluctantly I let Norma's pulsing nipple slide out of my mouth. Jay grabbed her shoulders, twisted her round, and plonked her in my lap. It looked like I was going to sit this orgy out. lraC lost his balance as a Lawrence hip clouted him across the face and he fell to the floor. He propped his head on one hand and watched for a moment, probably wondering where he fitted into this melee of arms and legs. Then the music swelled to another rousing crescendo and he began to jiggle his gamin little hips to the beat. I could just see him in a lime green catsuit.
I reached round Norma for her wondrous breasts, but the little tit-sucker was there before me. She was alternately suckling on each, opening her mouth greedily to leave the maximum area of wetness.
I gave Jay's titty a tweak through her velvet top. She didn't take any notice so I took a firm grip on her nipple through the material and gave a good squeeze and turn. Jay yelped and knelt upright. I grabbed the other nipple and gave that a good tug as well. Jay yelped again. She does like a bit of pain with her pleasure.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh!"
"OH-KLAHOMA!!!" bellowed the CD player at full volume. I glared at lraC, who smiled sheepishly and passed me the remote. The silly boy must have rolled on it. There was a sharp tapping on the ceiling and I offered my invisible neighbor a two-finger salute before returning to the matter in hand.
Norma lay back against me and hooked her ankles round my calves. I peered over her shoulder and her breasts at the sopping red panties outlining her lovely mound. What a find! You don't get many Normas to the pound.
Jay slapped my hands away from her nipples and clambered to her feet. She bounced onto her knees on the sofa beside me and took Norma's head between her hands. She looked deep into Norma's eyes with what I think was supposed to be a soulful expression. Either that or the curry was repeating on her. The soulful look lasted all of three seconds – close to Jay's record for foreplay – before she planted her lips hard on the waitress's.
Norma waved her arms in the air for a moment, then gave up the unequal struggle. She put one hand behind Jay's neck and I felt the other slide down my thigh and head for the Lawrence quim.
Norma's full bottom ground into my crotch. Now with a little wriggling – there – I could be in a position to – just get those panties off and I'll be in her – damn they're tight over her spread legs…
"May I be of assistance, sir?"
"Certainly, boy. Get them off her."
lraC gripped the waistline and tugged gently, then harder, but with Norma's thighs still spread wide and her feet firmly hooked round me, there was no moving them.
"Rip 'em off, boy."
"Of course, sir."
lraC briefly allowed a feral grin to attach itself to his features. There was a satisfying tearing sound. Jay groaned loudly into Norma's mouth. She likes that kind of thing.
Now there was nothing between me and Norma's brand of heaven. It was the work of a moment to ease my still rampant tool into her dripping pussy. Immediately she started a rhythmic gyration. Her thigh muscles hardened against mine. I reached down to give some bonus stimulation, but Lawrence was there before me. She knows what she is doing so I went once more for Norma's joyously bobbling boobs.
Jay was kneeling over Norma now, still kissing her furiously as she teased her clit. Every once in a while their lips would part for a moment and I caught a glimpse of lashing tongues.
"If I may make so bold, madam..."
lraC had his slim hands on Jay's derriere again. He planted a kiss on one ample buttock as it rose to meet him. Her knickers were round her knees so there was no need to run up her lingerie bill. lraC's face disappeared into the Lawrence rear end.
"Oogah! Mmyah!"
Evidently lraC had found the Lawrence love button. He had a firm hold on her thighs and from the strangled noises emanating from my friend, he was well stuck into his task. Norma's spare hand reappeared from under Jay's skirt and grabbed one of her breasts. Her fingers dug in and she was rewarded with redoubled ardor. Quick learner, that girl.
I added some thrusting of my own to Norma's gyrating hips. Jay frigged her frantically. I felt my second (or was it third?) orgasm spit on its hands and get ready to deliver. Norma's nipples were rock hard under my kneading fingers.
Jay achieved the remarkable feat of walking and chewing gum at the same time by grinding herself into lraC's face as she slobbered furiously all over Norma's lips. Quite a face fest.
Norma grabbed Jay by her hair and hauled her head back.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
I took a firm grip and pounded into her. This was the home straight. She met me with each thrust. I rapidly approached that moment of nirvana when it is permitted for a gentleman to express his feelings.
"Yaargh!"
"Fuck me!"
"Yaargh!"
I flooded her pussy at the same moment my cock and Jay's fingers did the trick for Norma. Norma clamped down and squeezed the last drops of my juice into her.
"Yaargh!'
I have no idea if that last "yaargh!" was mine or Norma's, but I don't suppose it matters.
The next one, or a variation on the theme, came from Miss Lawrence.
"Yeergh! Lick me, lick me, lick me!"
Jay's face disappeared into its A1 climax expression. I normally shut my eyes, but Norma was not forewarned. Give that girl credit. She let go of Jay's hair and before my libidinous friend could move, fetched her a mighty slap across the cheek.
"OH YES! Oh yes! Oh yes!"
Jay collapsed into Norma's arms. Norma really is remarkably quick on the uptake.
Norma, in turn, collapsed into my arms. I lay under the two panting women counting my blessings. This had the makings of a good evening.
"May I interest anyone in a snack?"
* * * *
"Mm, lovely, I'm famished! Got any Fringles, Harry?"
I cast my eye over Norma's luscious curves and mused that a big girl like her must need to nibble regularly to keep her strength up. She absentmindedly ran her hands over the wondrous boobs and I heard her stomach rumble. Harry extricated himself from the limb-fest and headed for the kitchen to have a rummage in his drawers. Suddenly hot, I peeled off my top and threw it on the carpet. Harry frowned, in the middle of popping open a tube of crispy snacks.
"Bad girl. Pick that up!"
This was an old game but a good one. Slyly, I thrust my naked breasts towards him, fixed my eyes upon the floor and pouted prettily.
"Shan't!"
Norma giggled and lraC cleared his throat expectantly (and, I noted, with more than a trace of interest).
"Jay."
Two pairs of interested eyes swiveled toward Harry and he sucked his stomach in. I stuck my chin out.
"Won't neither!"
I felt all eyes return to me, although I did not remove my gaze from the pristine rug.
"I see. Does someone want a nice bare bottom spanking in front of our guests? That could certainly be arranged."
"Ooh!"
Norma and lraC exclaimed simultaneously and I heard Harry snort with barely suppressed mirth.
"Right then. Norma, lraC, I must apologize for the unruly behavior of my little friend here. I'm obliged to tan her hide on a regular basis for the benefit of our mutual health and well being, as I'm sure you'll understand. She'd be quite unbearable otherwise. It's a tough job but someone's got to do it."
"Ooh, yes!"
Again, both spectators
answered in unison and I finally raised my eyes to observe an interesting procession of expressions march across Harry's craggy visage. lraC slid to his knees on the carpet and Norma leaned forward intently, her huge boobs resting on her thighs.
"You know what to do, miss."
"Yes, sir."
Demurely, I sidled into the bedroom and returned with Harry's house-warming gift. There was an audible intake of breath, followed by a stereophonic gasp.
"Meet Aunt Jemima."
"Ooh, I've never seen one like that before!"
"It's so long. Look – the dangly bits are touching the floor…"
Harry coughed modestly and nonchalantly tossed some nuts into a dish.
"Yes, it is rather a fine specimen, isn't it? Fortunately, Miss Lawrence has excellent taste in, ahem, implements."
"Nothing worse than a budget flogger."
I laid Aunt Jemima on the kitchen counter, carefully arranging the long black leather strands to artful effect. It looked like a strange many-tentacled sea creature and I remembered Harry's pirate ancestry. Sometimes he can look quite scary…
"What to do? What to do?"
Harry finished filling bowls with assorted nibbles and slowly lifted the flogger in one hand, lovingly fondling its wicked tails. He looked thoughtful.
"Right, lraC. Have a rummage through the CD rack and put on something with a nice lash-concealing beat. The neighbors might not understand…"
My stomach turned over, delicious butterflies danced about my belly button. A public punishment, with witnesses! I had daydreamed about such a scenario but never imagined we'd pull it off. As it were…
lraC crouched before Harry's CD collection, visibly bemused by the eclectic assortment of titles. Eventually, his face brightened and he pulled one out. Harry moved around the kitchen counter, the tails of his flogger casually draped over one broad shoulder. lraC fed the new disc into the slot. Harry gestured to Norma's bosom-filled lap. I raised my skirt to waist-height, then eased myself beneath the mighty mounds, feeling my pussy brush across Norma's solid thighs. She stiffened slightly.
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