I’d finally managed to pull myself together enough to take the girls for a spin round the block. Well actually we went about twenty miles up the M1 motorway, it was a beautiful car and I loved it immediately.
Mum got shouted at by Jill for telling me that it was actually Jill who’d bought it for me and that it had cost two thousand pounds.
“No Jill,” she said seriously, “Let’s be right about it, it’s a beautiful gift, and I’d feel a fraud if I pretended that I’d put towards it.”
Jill leaned forward and kissed my cheek again, “Just enjoy it, Tommy, I happen to think you’re worth it, end of story, now can we get home because my little pussy needs some lurve.”
In all of the excitement, I’d nearly forgotten to tell them that I’d bought a greenhouse and that it was going to be delivered the following afternoon.
“Bloody hell,” laughed mum.”It’s going to be a busy day tomorrow.”
Mum went into the loo when we arrived back at the flat and the phone rang as soon as she’d shut the door.
“Hello?”
“Guess who’s got a mobile phone?” mum’s voice laughed in my ear and Jill groaned.
“She’s been ringing me all bloody day,” she laughed.”Our two numbers are the only ones she’s got.”
“In or out tonight?” I asked and they immediately chorused, “In,” and sent me down to the garden while they got ready.
“Take your mobile with you,” laughed mum. “I’ll ring you when we’re ready.”
Being completely unable to resist it, I used the car to go the four hundred yards to the house where I got my dope from and purchased enough to blow all our heads off. A call in at the late night chemists on the way back for some more cartridges for the camera, another call at Mr. Patel’s for some booze and I was ready to rock.
“You can come up now.” laughed mum. “I hope you’re ready for this.”
She giggled sexily when I growled in reply, “You’re pussy’s gonna need some cream in the morning after I’ve fucked it all night.”
I laughed as I heard her yelling to Jill, “Hey, I’ve just had my first dirty phone call.”
I could only stand there with my mouth wide open and look at them, they had only got as far as the rubber corsets and stockings, but they were standing in the middle of the room, arms wrapped around each other and mouths locked together in a soul-searing kiss.
Their breasts bulged out over the top of the tight, clinging corsets and their nipples seemed almost to be kissing too as they moved sensuously against each other.
“We need some help here Tommy,” mum said softly. “We can’t seem to get into these panties by ourselves.”
“Bloody hell.”
Each pair were made of thin black rubber, but with a protuberance of about six inches of solid rubber moulded to the inside of the narrow gusset.
“We want to go out like this tonight,” mum said as I held the little panties out for her to step into.
“Are you serious?”
She giggled as I held the dildo and positioned it carefully between her dripping wet pussy lips.
“Yes,” she laughed, then she moaned as she pulled the panties up herself and the thick, black rubber slid easily into her cunt.
“Ooh Fuck Jill, these are fantastic, oh Jesus Tommy, I want to marry mine.”
“Where we going then, mum?”
“There’s a club in town called the Black Parrot, it’s a nightclub and tonight’s fetish night, they only have it one night a month.”
“Just think Tommy,” said Jill as I eased the panties up over her thighs.
“A club full of horny little bitches like us two, ooh sweet Jesus, that’s nice.” and she patted the dildo into place in her cunt.
“What about your dresses, aren’t you bothering with them?” I laughed and their reply stunned me.
“No.”
“No, did you say no?”
“Yes,” they chorused, confusing me totally.
“Eh?”
“Yes.” they giggled, and mum said, “Yes we did say no, we’re not wearing the dresses, just a coat until we get in the club and then it’s look out girls, here we come.”
“Just girls?”
“Just girls Tommy,” mum laughed. “But at the end of the night, we’ll all be coming home together.”
“Well, what are we waiting for?” I laughed lead me to it.”
The girls looked sexy, there was no doubt about that, but even having said that, my head was on a swivel, I’d never seen anything like it.
I was wearing just jeans and a tee shirt, so it took a twenty-pound note in the bouncer’s hand before he’d let me in and it was, without doubt, the best twenty pounds I’d ever spent.
Leather clad couples, latex clad couples, rubber clad couples, all girls, of course, even people wearing gas masks, how could they wear them? I was like a kid in a sweet shop.
There were girls wearing nothing but thigh-high leather or rubber boots leading their lovers around by a leash attached to a collar round their necks, girls with pierced nipples, pierced labia, even a few clits were pierced. (what is the plural of clitoris anyway?)
Women danced with women, kissing, caressing and even fingering each other, there were women wearing strapon dildos, women attached to each other’s piercings by delicate little chains.
One girl had a chain attached to a ring through her tongue, the other end of which was fastened to a ring through her lover’s clitoris. A few women were dressed as schoolgirls in blazers and ridiculously short skirts displaying stockings and either navy blue knickers, or tiny white panties.
I watched with my penis causing me a great deal of discomfort in my jeans as a girl wearing just a tiny white rubber bra and equally tiny white rubber mini skirt held a half-full glass between her thighs and filled it to the brim with her own urine. Her female lover, also clad in an identical white rubber outfit took an empty glass and half filled it from the other’s brimming glass.
They toasted each other and drank deeply as several other couples offered their own glasses out for replenishment.
“Jill, how many times have you cum?” mum whispered and giggled as Jill ticked off all of her fingers and then took hold of my hand to count my fingers as well.
“I give up,” Jill laughed, “This is fucking amazing.”
A woman in a sheer, pink latex dress stood next to me at the bar and said softly,
“What have you come as, handsome?”
Mum nudged me as I looked round to see who she was talking to.
“You, you fool,” she giggled and raised her eyes to the ceiling in despair.
“A pervert,” I said and deliberately let my eyes wander over her full, lush body from where the dark swollen nipples jutted provocatively out from her breasts, down to the clearly visible bush of pubic hair between her legs.
“Well you certainly qualify as one,” she laughed. “Do you approve?”
“Fuck yes,” I said and mum giggled behind me, “See you later handsome, enjoy yourself.”
“You must be good,” the woman laughed. “Two horny bitches like that to service and you still come looking for more?”
“They don’t complain,” I said and hoped like hell, I wasn’t going red.
“Will I complain, do you think?”
“About what?”
“I don’t know yet, I’ll tell you later perhaps, do you like hairy ladies?”
“I don’t know, you’re the first one I’ve seen who doesn’t shave down there.”
I looked down again and she laughed.
“It’s my cunt, handsome, it just so happens that I enjoy being hairy, not considered feminine nowadays, I know, but I like it, I never shave.”
“Never?”
She raised an arm and I gasped in amazement at the thick, curly hair sprouting there.
“That’s, that’s –.”
“Awful?”
“Beautiful was what I was going to say actually, I think it’s fucking gorgeous.”
“Will you buy me drink?”
“Sorry,” I spluttered, I was mesmerised by her, she wasn’t just sexy, she fucking oozed sex, it might as well have been written in big letters on her forehead.
She drank pints of lager and squeezed close to me at the table we found by the dance floor.
“Who are the two women you’re with, they’re very sexy looking.”
I laughed and for a moment, was tempted to tell her. Instead, I just said, “Let’s just say we’re enjoying each other’s company for the moment.”
“Well they’re certainly enjoying each other now,” she laughed and gestured to where mum was dancing (if it could be called dancing) with a tall, rather stern looking black woman, she had a hand between the woman’s legs where two silver bells dangled from two silver rings in her long floppy cunt lips.
She saw us watching and winked as she kissed the woman with a wide open mouth, I saw their tongues licking each other, swapping saliva and mum giggled as her would be lover took a nipple between thumb and forefinger and squeezed it.
Even above the pounding music, I heard her squeal of pain, but I also saw the look of excitement on her face as she pushed herself wantonly against the laughing woman.
Jill too seemed to be enjoying herself, with the two white rubber clad girls, the last I saw of her was as the three of them walked arm in arm towards a sign saying “Lady’s Toilets.”
“Do you want to dance?” I asked and she laughed.
“Only if you’re going to come home with me and fuck me stupid.”
We danced!
