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Author: Milliford Jones
Title: Idiosyncrasies
Part: 004
Universe: The James Norton Saga; Passions (of the Perverted) Series
Summary: James Norton fucks his new Thai lover (a bargirl he hooked up
with in Pattaya, Thailand) for the first time, on stage in a pussy bar.
Keywords: MF, oriental
   Out on the street, James started looking for his friends.  As he did, he
tried to explain the situation to Pong, his newly aquired Thai girlfriend.
   "I have to hook up with my partners, Brad and Girard," he said. 
"They're out hunting for true love as well."
   He squeezed her as he spoke.
   "No problem," she said.  "I am happy to be with you." She seemed to be
sincere and James felt his desire stir in response to that sincerity.
   "Me too," he said, and suddenly spotted Girard sitting at an odd little
open-air bar where the customers lounged in sofas and chairs ala a
coffeeshop where girls sat beside them and chatted."
   "Yo!  Girard," he called.
   "Hey, mate," answered his beefy Australian friend, who looked more like
a rugby player than a wakeboard affidicio.  "I was wondering if you were
going to light on a companion for the holiday."
   James and Pong moved into the bar and sat together on an open sofa.  "I
sure have, and maybe much more than that," said James.  "Girard, this is
Pong.  Pong, Girard."
   "You're a pretty little miss," intoned Girard.  "Right to my man, James'
tastes.  Sweet, friendly and cute as a kitten."
   "How about you Girard?  what's up?"
   "Oh, I've been chatting up Lil here.  She says she and her friend would
be more than happy to join us for our escape.  We're waiting for her now."
   "You like two girls?" asked Pong.
   "At least," responded James before Girard had a chance to speak. 
"Girard is famous for his ability to entertain several ladies for days on
end."
   Girard scowled a friendly scowl and said, "Entertaining is not to be
confused with sexual activity, miss Pong.  That's James' forte.  I just
like to have several lovelies about to glom and fondle at comfortable
intervals.  It's James that loses sleep when he has company, not me."
   Pong leaned to James ear and asked in a whisper, "You want two girls
too?"
   James smiled and patted Pong's hip.  "Not to worry, Pong.  I'm perfectly
happy with you."
   Pong smiled happily, then got her phone from her handbag and made a
quick call.  She started chattering avidly in Thai.  James looked to
Girard, shrugged and went on with their conversation.
   "Any idea where Bradly landed?"
   "I saw him stop by one of those swanky bars down the way.  That's more
his style, very cosmopolitan our boy Brad is."
   Both men smiled.  About that time another girl came over, she was tall,
had a model's figure and a slightly less-than-beautiful face.  She, like
her friend, Lil, wore a long close fitting oriental styled dress with a
slit up the side that revealed the full length of her shapely leg and
accentuated the curve of her ass and her ample bosom.  She also wore high
heels and smelled of makeup and perfume.  James thought that this girl's
face looked more masculine than Gina's did, but kept his thought to
himself. She was obviously to Girard's taste, and that was good enough for
him.
   Girard stood up, standing 6'4" in his open toed sandals, he looked well
matched with his two tall, high-cheekboned and slant-eyed bookends who
curled in close to him.  He wrapped one arm each around their repective
waists, thereby laying claim for his own.  They, in turn, placed their
hands on each side of his expansive chest and did their best to make full
body contact with him.
   "Oh, by the way," noted James, "we have to have our driver stop by
Pong's place to pick up some things."
   "Same with my girls," said Girard.  "And they both live together, fancy
that?" he grinned a lecher's grin.
   He addressed the Mamma-san who had just approached and exchanged a large
wad of Baht notes.  He then announced "Well, let's be off," in a voice that
said he was used to being obeyed, then herded his two girls out of the
pseudo coffee shop and onto the walkway.  James and Pong followed.
   The five companions headed off towards the bar where their friend
Bradley was last seen.
   Brad was easy to find.  They spotted him as soon as stepped through the
door and into the darkness of the bar.  He was naked and on stage with two
nude girls, one was squtting over his face while he ate out her pussy and
another was curled between his legs with her round oiled ass sticking up in
the air while she made a writhing show of sucking his cock.  The audience
was howling in laughter, and the girls were wriggling madly as Bradly went
about his pleasure.  He was obviously an adept at oral sex, and had never
been reluctant to display his skills, in private or in public surroundings.
   James, Pong, Girard, and Girard's two dates wormed through the crowd to
get next to the writing trio.
   "is this your friend?" asked Pong, with a glint in her eye.
   James made a mental note never to leave Pong and Brad alone together. 
It was Girard who answered.  "Yes.  This is our business partner and
confidante.  He is also the least shy of us.  Or any man I've ever met.".
   Girard patted Brad on the his exposed shoulder and asked, "How did you
manage to enter this menage-a-troi, Brad lad?"
   Brad turned his sticky pussy juice slickened face to his friends and
grinned, "Just trying to add to the performance.  It was getting too boring
and predictable.  And beside, nobody's complained yet." He gave a short
chuckle.
   "And now, if you will excuse me...." he said as the girl hovering over
him reached to his face and gently guided him back between her thighs. 
From their position, James and company could see clearly as he began
lapping at her clit, then as he begin sucking it and as she responded by
grinding her cunt into his mouth.
   Pong reached between James' legs and began rubbing his dick through his
pants as they watched the show on stage.  In turn he unsnapped her jeans
and dug his hand into her panties.  He was delighted to find her pussy
soaking wet.  He slid his fingers into the folds of her pussy and began
gently rubbing her clit.
   Pong closed her eyes and moaned, then leaned over and whispered into
James's ear.  "I want to help.  Is okay?"
   James turned and found himself looking into a set of hungry eyes.  So
lustful as to be animalistic.  He felt a slight thrill of fear, and chasing
close behind, disappointment.  He was quick to chastise himself for
forgetting the girl was a whore.  He felt stupid for entertaining the silly
notion that he could settle down.  He tried to keep a carless grin on his
face and gave her an affirmative nod.  He then watched her climb up on the
stage, using him for support.
   But then, disappointment quickly turned to horned prideful surprise when
he saw Pong stand in front of and slowly take off her clothes just for him.
She then did a little pirouette to show him much more he was getting than
he had bargained for.  She had the firm, trim body of a young girl.  Round
and female, mind you, but more girlish than womanish.  He watched as she
handed her clothes to him, then bend down to add a sweet kiss for measure.
He was mesmerized as she stood up naked and proud before him with her
little tits standing up at attention and the sparse patch of fine pubic
hair barely covering her tiny glistening cunt.
   Then she announced something in Thai directly to him then followed in
English "I do this for you, my love.  I hope you like."
   She then knelt behind the girl servicing Brad, spread her asscheeks wide
and began eating out her ass.  The girl jerked in surprise but calmed
immediately when Pong raised her face from between the cheeks of her ass
and spoke softly in Thai.  Pong then quickly turned her attention back to
the girl's asshole, and added to the stimulation by sliding one finger,
then two, then three and then four fingres into girl's pussy.  Pong's
attention inspired the girl to greater enthusiam and both she and Brad
groaned their appoval.
   To James, Brad was suddenly forgotten as he watched his girl dig her
tongue deep into the other girl's anus.  He then watched as Pong twisted
around so her own ass was presented to him.  She turned her head so she was
looking at James.  "You like?" she asked him, wiggling her ass for effect.
   James nodded in asscent, he was less than a meter away and his eyes
glued to the tiny pucker of her asshole and the drooling pussy it rode
above.  His mouth watered and his balls tightened.
   "You want?" she added with a wriggle.
   James nodded again.
   Pong Smiled, showing small pointed teeth.  "Then fuck me.  Fuck me now.
I want your--" she paused, trying to remember something "--your horse cock
up my asshole."
   James was frozen, knowing this for almost a direct quote from his
conversation with Gina.  He was nonplussed and speechless.  Then he heard a
heavy deep Australian voice from the back.  "Go for it mate.  The door's
locked and no one enters or leaves until this show's over."
   James looked back to see a big man in shorts and an armless teeshirt. 
"Owner," the man said pointing his thumb at his own chest.  "Go for it." he
repeated.  "It's your girlfriend's idea.  Almost like a proposal, it seems
to me.  Ream her ass for the crowd and there's free drinks on the house for
the whole lot of your company."
   Suddenly James felt Girard pushing him onto the stage.  Girard's two
girl's were helping him.  "Go on, James.  Introduce youself properly to
your lover and get us all free drinks for the evening.  It's not like it's
anything you wouldn't be doing anyway before the night was through,
anyway."
   Mames found himself up on stage, staring down at the beautiful sight of
Pong's upturned buttocks.  He had always known Brad was an exhibitionist,
but never felt like it was something he wanted to do.  Still, Pong's little
ass was waving invitingly and he would be earning drinks for all of them.
It wasn't the crowd that was driving him to this perversity.  It was the
fact that the crowd no longer mattered.
   And his dick was certainly not shy.  Looking into Pong's sweet sex, he
wanted to dive into her pussy face first and drown in the juices she gifted
him with.  Suddenly, as his dick hardened even more, the crowd receded from
his consciosness.  So did Brad, Girard and the rest of the world.  There
was only Pong.  Her tongue buried in another girl's ass and his desire for
her.
   Then the owners deep voice intruded into his haze.  "Strip on down,"
instructed the owned.  "What's fair for your goose is right for the
gander."
   Almost in a dream, james followed Pong's example.  He shucked his
slippers and stripped off his short sleeved shirt, jeans and boxers, until
he was the fifth naked person on the stage.  He handed the clothes to one
of Girard's girls, then forgot about them.  Luckily his years as an avid
swimmer served him well and he looked like the well-conditioned seasoned
sportsman he was, and there were more than a few lingering glances at the
size of his rigid cock and the scars he had earned in his various hobbies
of rock climbing, hang gliding and roller blading.
   He also felt a little proud that his 8 inch cock had no stage fright. 
It stood straight, ready and rigid for whatever might come.
   The crowd receded once again as his focus narrowed down to Pong's sweet
ass.  He knelt behind her and kissed the dimple of her asshole lightly,
tasting her freshly washed skin, tinged lightly with the salty taste of
sweat.  He then leaned back, pulled back his foreskin and rubbed the broad
head of his cock down the crack of her ass, then across the small rosebud
of her anus.  She shuddered at the contact and thrust her compact, but
beautifully rounded butt back at him.
   Not yet ready for that ultimate penetration, James dragged his cock down
to the entrance of Pong's little pussy.  He used the head of his cock to
split the lips of her slickened cunt and probed lightly into her inner
moistness.
   Pong pushed back, trying to lodge his dick deeper into her, and james
haappily obliged her by slowly probing into her cunt, which grew even
wetter as he entered her.  Her pussy gripped him and he had to use real
pressure to continue fucking deeper into her.  The plesure sensations
strirring through his cock and into the rest of his body sent thrill after
thrill through him.  He felt himself drowing in sensation, something he had
not enjoyed since those earlydays when he was just discovering the joys of
fucking.
   Pong seemed to be lost in te same shrill trance of lust and pleasure. 
She wracked her cunt back at him as she laved and sucked the asshole before
her.
   As their rhythms aligned, and they found each others fucking tempo, the
crowd began getting more involved.  Several bar girls were doing lapdances
for the customers, some customers had managed to start fingering their
hostesses cunts and sucking at their tits.  Girard had both his ladies
breasts' exposed and was sucking both in turn like a baby seeking milk.
   In truth, a mass orgy was developing, centered and emanting from the
stage where a surreal intimate mating of souls and bodies was taking place.
   As their ferver grew, James felt Pong's cunt spasm around his cock,
first expanding, then clutching him almost painfully tight.  At the same
time he leaned over her and reached for and found her little tits.  He
pinched her nipples and found her wriggling more agrssively gainst him.
   He leaned back upright and started to pound her cunt in abandon.  He sat
back on his knees and stared down at her pinpoint of an asshole, wanting to
taste it, but unable to accomplish that from this position and unwilling to
forfeit the delisious sensations he was emmeshed in.  He watches as her
anus opened and tightened with the same rhythm as the spasoms in her pussy.
He reached down and rubbed it with his thumb then planted the tip of into
her anus.  This excited her een more.  Suddenly she lurched up against him,
leaving the other girl's asshole and cunt unattended.
   "Cum in me," she demanded.  "I want to feel your fire burn me inside. 
Then fuck my asshole like Momma said you would." Then she twisted around
halfway had demanded "Kiss me," which he was more than happy to ablige. 
She kissed him hard, sucking at his tongue, then biting his lip hard.
   The bite had hurt but James was lost in the moment and the pain
intensified his pleasure.  They kissed deeply again and James was very much
aware of the slightly acrid taste from Pong's mouth.
   "You like the taste of her asshole?" she queried, a queer light in her
eyes.
   "Yes!" answered James, all inhibitions gone.
   "Me too," smiled Pong in an odd tone of triumph.
   Then she went back to all fours and began slapping her add back agains
his groin.
   He watched as Pong lowered her arms and rested her head atop them.  Then
she began a mewling groan that grew and grew until she screamed out her
orgasm.
   James followed quickly.  He issued a groan as Pong came that turned into
a growl.  As his growl grew to a crescendo, he grabbed Pong by her waist
and began ramming his steely cock hard and fast into the jellied silken
constriction of her pussy.  He threw back his head and began his orgasm as
Pong reached te apogee of hers.  She became a rag doll as her orgasm
subsided and as James used her lax bodyto complete his own spasming cum. 
He slammed his cock with triphammer speed until he felt his cum jetting
into her.  Then he froze in place, deep inside her and felt his sperm pour
full force into her with a growling inarticulate declaration of lust
fulfilled.
   Finally, he groaned against her as his seed spilled into her inviting
womb, and as he felt her cunt milk him for each and every drop.
   It was only as his ograsm subsided that he became aware of the crowd
rond the stage.  On stage the other three participants had stopped short in
their reverie, like a dance hall when a professional couple takes the
spotlight with their presence and energy.  As the rush of his orgasm faded
into the dark reality of what they were doing, he was experiencing
something he had only ever heard of before.
   He and Pong were getting a standing ovation.
   
  
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