"Show us your titties!"
That woman has no couth. All the same, Norma turned and straightened. The skirt fell back to just below heaven and she raised her arms above her head.
"Pant! Pant! Pant!"
Miss Lawrence was in heat. She flopped onto the big squishy sofa next to me and laid her hand on my thigh. Norma ran her fingers through her hair and tossed her head. She put what I think was supposed to be a sultry expression on her face and leered first at me, then at Jay.
Jay made to grab Norma by whatever part of her was nearest, but I was too quick for her. I hauled her back, not taking my own eyes off Norma as she ran her hands down her face to her neck.
Jay struggled toward the gyrating nurse. I let her go a few inches and looked up at Norma. I winked.
Norma's hands ran down her top to cup her breasts. They didn't need any lifting, but she lifted them anyway and rolled them lasciviously. She pouted – I swear she pouted! This was every cheap striptease rolled into one! Jay was lapping it up. For such a small person she is strong. I let her get another few inches toward Norma's bounteous form.
"Lemme at her! Titties!"
I was holding Jay by her arms now as she stretched forward, mouth open and eyes wide. Norma let go of her breasts and moved her hands down her belly. That girl had the extra pounds in all the right places. As her hands met her thighs she started to bend at the waist. Her hands reached her knees and the valley of her breasts opened before us in its red bra frame.
Norma shook from side to side and her breasts went with her. They jiggled and joggled and strained and teased. Jay pulled against me and slavered but she wasn't going anywhere – not yet.
Norma slowly stood up again, picking up the hem of her skirt as she rose. She lifted the skirt high, up to her heaving bosom. She thrust her lacy red panties at Jay's face.
"Gurgle! Oofa! Wanna!"
I let Jay's face advance to within six inches of Norma's heavenly vision and held her there. Norma thrust hard at her, never quite touching. She had given up the cod pout and now was grinning at the expression on Jay's face. Jay's tongue darted forward and Norma moved back just beyond reach.
"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.