Oscar Wilde with great tits

I arrived at Lora’s house early Saturday afternoon and we had a sandwich and a bottle of beer in the kitchen. I was terribly distracted by wondering if Alice was at home, because although we’d secretly talked and texted during the week I really wanted to see her again. She was out with her nice but rather dull boyfriend. It crossed my mind that it was possible that she’d gone out because she couldn’t face the potential embarrassment of meeting me and Lora – such are the perils of trying to keep fucking amazing sex a secret.

Lora is normally very empathetic, but she was brimming with pride about her sexual adventures over the last week and she didn’t notice that I was distracted. Subterfuge wasn’t an issue for her, as Charlie the beautiful redhead was totally aware of her adventures in County Antrim. In the past Lora has always been playing catch-up when it comes to my “sexploits”, but over the last week she’d taken two men in the Irish hotel and then returned home to fuck her gorgeous student girlfriend every night during the week. I could have told her that over the same period of time I’d also had two men and been wickedly Lesbo with her housemate, but I wasn’t allowed to mention my sex with Alice and she never likes to hear about me fucking Paul. So all I could admit to was a bit of period sex with the Irishman in the middle of the week.

She did hold a trump card of course, because when she was fucking Ted she also had his friend servicing her wanton desires. When I thought about that my long held fantasy of being double penetrated by my boss and the Irishman floated up to the fore.

I was prevented from dwelling too long on that scenario by Charlie bursting through the front door. (Even though the student desperately needs someone to take her shopping and spend a little money on her wardrobe, I have to say that she is jaw-droppingly beautiful). She was carrying all of the ingredients necessary for some Moscow Mule cocktails.

We sat in the kitchen drinking and Lora and Charlie told me about their friend Victoria. Lora had met her at the infamous all-girl orgy. They wanted me to meet her.

So later on we were sitting in a bar when she walked in. Although she didn’t have the same exotic Italian sophistication of the woman we saw when we were shopping in Capri, she had the same head-turning sexiness. Her long chestnut hair was dressed in a stylish French Twist. She was wearing a vintage emerald green cocktail dress, off the shoulder and showing off her ample bosoms and a (possibly fake) fox stole. She had an hourglass figure, from her narrow waist her wide hips flared out, and she walked like Jessica Rabbit. Every man and woman in the bar looked at her as she walked past. If I could look like her and be a size sixteen I’d happily stuff my mouth with pancakes for breakfast every morning!

She greeted Charlie and Lora, kissing them each on the cheek and then the student introduced her to me. It was only then that I noticed she’d arrived with a companion. He was a tall but slim young man. He was very handsome, well dressed in a suit and tie, with a Latin complexion but looked terribly shy, and when she asked each of us what we’d like from the bar, she sent him away to get the drinks as she settled next to me around our table.

She had known Charlie for a while and she’d met Lora at the all-girl party, so I assumed that she’d be gay. I was a little confused about her relationship with her male attendant, but I didn’t know what to say. He came back with a tray of drinks, and after he placed then all on our table he stood quietly next to her.

I felt like I was talking to Oscar Wilde with great tits. She was so witty and clever that I was a little in awe of her; because the things she said were so confident, engaging, deeply suggestive and sexual, I was enthralled. I didn’t notice at first because I laughing so much, but her hand was resting on my leg. She was caressing my thigh gently through my black stockings, and slowly her fingers slipped up my skirt until she met the naked flesh between my legs. She touched my cunt through my panties and my knickers flooded. Her attendant saw what she was doing, and he looked distinctly uncomfortable.

Victoria saw that I was looking at the young man and asked him to stand a little closer.

“Feel Sergio’s crotch Jayne”, she said.

I didn’t really know what to do.

“You can feel his dick, if you want to”.

The guy silently stood close to me, close enough for me to stroke the front of his trousers. I reached out my hand and slid my fingertips across his flies in the crowded room. I felt something strange. His groin felt hot, but I also felt a cage inside his underpants, and it dawned on me that he was wearing a chastity device. Victoria recognised the recognition on my face.

“I have the key. And he’s not allowed to get hard until I want him to”.

“And you don’t want him to?”

“Not just yet”, she said, as she pulled my knickers to one side and pushed her finger into my cunt. The bar was crowded but only Charlie, who was sitting on my left, and Sergio could see what she was doing. I opened my legs a little wider to give Victoria easier access and the soft pad of her thumb tapped gently on my hard clit as her fingers moved inside me. My companions all knowingly watched the expression on my face as Victoria fingered my pussy. 

The redhead suggested that I could take my knickers off and the other women agreed that I should. I wriggled in my seat, lifting my hips off the bench and Victoria pulled them slowly down. When my panties were between my knees Charlie hooked her palm around my left thigh and gently pulled my legs apart. Lora peered over the table to join Sergio and Charlie watching Victoria inspecting the moisture caught in the black lace stretched between my knees. She ran her wet fingers over the fabric pushing my juices through the lace then paused to taste the flavour of my cunt on her hand. All of my companions were watching her slow purposeful actions, leaving me with my panties between my knees.

Then Victoria pulled my knickers down and asked me to step out of them. I did as I was told while Charlie surreptitiously lifted up my skirt. The five blues stars tattooed above my cunt were now on view to the four people around me and the select audience watched as Victoria held my panties in her hand and wiped my soaking pussy with my knickers. I sat back against the bench and closed my eyes wishing that someone would tease my clit. 

I opened my eyes and saw Victoria balling up my wet panties into her palm. She whispered something to her attendant and Sergio held out his hand. She passed my knickers into his palm and he discreetly held his hand under his nose, deeply inhaling the scent of my cunt.

*

When we all arrived at Victoria’s flat she showed us to her living room. I sat in the middle of her Chesterfield with Lora and Charlie on either side. We all gazed at the huge charcoal drawing on the opposite wall, it depicted a naked woman with her hand between her legs masturbating. It was an amazing picture, and it was a portrait of Victoria drawn by a friend at art collage. I wondered if her parents ever came to visit.

Sergio appeared with a tray of gin and tonics with my knickers still in his grip. Victoria asked him to help her unzip her dress and after he’d obliged she stepped out of her gown and passed it to him to go and hang in her wardrobe. She stood before the three of us sitting on her sofa wearing an emerald green and black corset with matching knickers. Black satin suspenders stretched from her cinched in waist over her shapely hips and held up her lace-topped stockings. She looked amazing as she sipped her G & T in her lingerie and high heels. I gulped my own drink down as I gazed at her.

When Victoria’s attendant returned to the room she nodded to Lora and Charlie and in unison they reached across and pulled my skirt up. My heart was thumping through a mixture of fear, shame, apprehension and desire. The girls pulled my thighs apart and I slipped forward in the sofa. My cunt was totally exposed and I could feel my wetness run between my legs and onto the leather upholstery. She stepped towards my open legs and ran her finger over my tattoo to my rigid clit. She tapped against it as my friend and her lover held my legs apart. Wetness was flowing from me as she stood up and summoned Sergio to come nearer. It was then that I noticed that he was holding some kind of harness. He handed it to Victoria then obediently knelt on the floor in front of me. He had barely said a dozen words all evening but now this stranger bowed down in front of us all until I could feel his breath against my pussy. 

Lora and Charlie held my legs firmly as his tongue met my cunt.

I knew that his chastity cage was preventing him becoming hard, but he must have needed to. He grunted with discomfort as he performed on me, but his expertise in cunnilingus was awesome. I loved the audience. I loved the fact that Lora and Charlie had conspired with Victoria to allow this to happen. I loved the attention. The combination of everything gave me the most amazing orgasm. My body was shaking and my cunt was singing but my friends held me firmly and I couldn’t move away. The man continued to perform on me. I closed my eyes and was sobbing with ecstasy as a second orgasm began to build.

Before I could cum again the man between my legs stopped. I was panting. I opened my eyes as he rose from his knees. He had a pained look on his face, the cage obviously causing major discomfort. It was then that I saw Victoria in her harness as she played with the strap-on dildo she planned to fuck me with. She knelt on the floor in front of the Chesterfield and pulled my body forward until my cunt was at the edge of the seat. Lora and Charlie both stroked the naked skin above my stocking tops and on each side they gently pulled at my labia to expose my pink wet pussy. As Victoria eased the thick toy into my cunt they took turns in rubbing my clit as wave after wave of orgasm washed relentlessly through me.