Debbie came out from the kitchen with the third bottle of champagne. ‘Hey! You’re not supposed to start without me!’ Natasha gave her one of Barrie’s wide, disarming smiles. ‘Wouldn’t dream of it Debs. Natasha and I have just reached an agreement about something – haven’t we Tash?’
Barrie looked up at his own face and rubbed Natasha‘s stomach against the erection. Her eyes regained that mischievous sparkle as she said in a loud positive voice. ‘Yes, we have a deal.’
Debbie beamed at them. ‘Up to the bedroom – come on – bring the ice bucket and glasses.’
Touch it.’ Barrie’s head was propped up on a pillow. Natasha looked down over his muscled torso to her body kneeling on one side and Debbie on the other. Barrie had taken hold of his penis at the base, with her delicate hands and pushed it vertical. It looked colossal. Debbie seemed mesmerised by the size. Natasha heard her own voice, encouraging – daring. ‘Go on touch it.’ Debbie giggled and gripped it lightly between thumb and forefinger about halfway up the shaft. She moved them up and down, watching the head as the skin tightened giving it the glossy patina of an ancient piece of hardwood. ‘Go on, you can kiss it if you like.’ Debbie moved her head towards it, but drew back and giggled. ‘I often give Barrie a blow job, let me show you.’ Natasha watched her own blonde curls bob down and gasped as her soft mouth enfolded the pulsating head. Then the tip of her tongue flicked against the sensitive underside. She heard Barrie’s groan of pleasure although in her brain it was squeal of delight. Debbie’s head bobbed down to join her own and she felt another tongue slowly lick the full length of the shaft. Soon both blonde heads were bobbing up and down and he couldn’t distinguish which tongue was where and doing what. Eventually it was too much. ‘If you carry on like that I’m going to come and spoil the party.’ Both girls giggled and took one last long lick up the full length of the penis before meeting in a kiss. Barrie opened one eye to look at Natasha as Debbie’s tongue probed into her mouth. Debbie was getting incredibly horny, but was it for Natasha’s body or his own?
Natasha watched them kiss and embrace. She should have felt uneasy about it, but in Barrie’s body she was fancying Debbie like mad. He reached out with Barrie’s huge hands and shared in their embrace. They lay down one on either side. She kissed them in turn before asking the inevitable question. ‘Who wants to be first?’ Debbie looked at the penis which lay across Barrie’s stomach, pointing towards her and giggled. ‘It seems to have chosen me, but I’ve never had a willie as big as that before. Using Natasha’s right hand to haul it upright again, Barrie leapt to the defence of his manhood. ‘You can’t call this a willie.’ Debbie thought Natasha was joking and joined in. ‘How about a prick?’ ‘Pah! You’ll get more than a prick with that, I can tell you.’ They giggled, but Natasha was tiring of their little game. Barrie’s cock was seeking a home. She turned his body towards Debbie, embraced her and rolled back with her on top. Her legs were between Barrie’s, his penis sandwiched between their stomachs. She rubbed herself against it, then. without a word, straddled Barrie’s legs so that she could position the head of his penis against her vagina which was warm and very wet. Natasha was surprised at the ease with which it engulfed the enormous head. Debbie pushed down a little further and began to rock gently. Up to now she had avoided eye contact with Barrie, but now looked directly at him. Natasha watched her pupils enlarge as if going into a trance. She began whimpering softly as Natasha moved Barrie’s hands to gently cup her breasts. As they swayed, her hard nipples brushed against the palms of his hands and the whimpers turned to moans, as she eased further down onto his penis. Then, in a moment of guilt she stopped moving and tried to calm herself. ‘Are you sure this is alright Tash?’ Barrie, who had been stroking Natasha’s clitoris as he watched, moved her body into a kneeling position behind his head on the soft pillow. ‘Of course Debs, I want you to enjoy it.’ He leant over and gave her a kiss. Debbie needed no more encouragement. Barrie moved Natasha’s body down to join her, squatting on his own body so that Natasha’s sex was hard against the base of the penis, picking up on every movement. Natasha was resigned to holding her own waist and watching them kiss. Suddenly, Debbie broke away from the kiss, placed her hands on her shoulders and pounded up and down on Barrie’s penis, squealing with delight. So much, thought Natasha, for worrying it might be too big for her. With one long final downward thrust and a loud, uninhibited scream she came. Natasha was no longer in control of Barrie’s hips which bucked up against Debbie, striving for release. ’Did you come?’ Natasha was about to answer no, when she realised the question was directed to her own body rather than Barrie’s. She heard own voice respond. ‘No Debs, but it was worth it simply to be with you.’ Debbie suddenly lifted herself of Barrie, taking Natasha‘s body with her. Barrie opened her legs and began stroking her sex. Debbie knelt between Natasha’s thighs, bent forward and licked the back of her hand as a prelude to taking over. Natasha felt out of the game. She wanted to put Barrie’s penis where it rightfully belonged, but as she saw Debbie’s beautifully rounded buttocks rise and fall as she bobbed up and down, Natasha couldn’t resist. Debbie’s vagina was open and inviting and as she thrust Barrie’s penis into her she moaned quietly, pushing back against his thighs. She moved his penis slowly, altering the angle by raising up on his knees to hit that most sensitive of spots. Debbie responded by jerking back to increase the tempo. Natasha resisted for as long as she could, but in the end Barrie’s penis took charge. It was on fire and she began to thrust with long savage strokes. She heard her own rising cries as Debbie’s tongue lapped at all the right spots. Pushing Barrie’s hands hard against Debbie’s buttocks she spread her cheeks to thrust further, deeper, harder. Their frantic cries followed close, one upon the other and they collapsed in an exhausted mutual embrace.
After several minutes Debbie extricated herself to open the third bottle of champagne and charge their glasses. The celebration was far from over.
CHAPTER TWENTY TWO.
At 6.30pm, Julie let herself into the penthouse through the rear door. She stopped and listened in the kitchen. The Billy Holliday CD, which Lucy was particularly fond of, was playing in the bedroom. She placed the Mercedes keys on the kitchen table and walked up the corridor. The bedroom door was half open, she hesitated. ‘Hi Lu, alright for me to come in?’ Lucy came to the door; naked apart form a pair of black stilettos. She pressed against Julie kissed her on the lips, then walked with her to the guest bedroom. A Venetian face mask, with a nose shaped like a small beak and feathers sweeping over the top and sides lay on the bed. Lucy picked it up and held it against her face. ‘Do you like it?’ The mask transformed her into a magnificent bird of prey. ‘It’s fantastic, what are you wearing it for?’ Lucy removed the mask from her face and smiled. ‘It’s for you to wear tonight darling. It would be nice if you wore nothing else apart from my stilettos, will you do that for me?’ She kicked off the shoes. Julie took a step back. ‘You want me to be naked in front of a man?’ Lucy closed the distance between them and enclosed her in an embrace. ‘It’s not for him darling; it’s for me, he won’t know who’s behind the mask, but I will. When I call you into the bedroom you’ll find us on the bed looking up at the mirror. He gets turned on by watching me frig myself. When you take over, he’s going to get tremendously excited, but not as much as me. You did say you would do it darling.’ Julie kissed her on the cheek. ‘I’ll do it for you, but if he tries anything on with me, he’ll wish he hadn’t.’ Lucy started to undress her. ‘He won’t try; I’ll tell him you’re a raving lesbian.’ Julie smiled to herself; Lucy had no idea how true that was. When she was down to her panties, Lucy knelt in front of her and slowly pulled them down. ‘Did you use the surgical tape?’ With her thumbs, she parted her labia. Julie shivered; she could still feel Suzy’s tongue softly caressing her clitoris. ‘I put it on as you suggested, but I could hardly walk to the car afterwards. By the time I got home it was driving me mad. I had to go to the bathroom before I spoke to Peter.’