After the previous, very late, night out in the West End, Inge, Lani, Tanya and me were worn out. We had all got into our beds and fallen asleep pretty much straightaway.
What woke me up was the noise from the shop downstairs rather than the noise from the street. My bedsit was at the back of the building so street noise was minimal compared to that of the shop. The shop was a dry cleaners' and, although the front of the shop was quite serene, with a counter fronting up a row of suits and dresses, all clean and wrapped in cellophane, ready for collection, the rear of the shop was a hive of activity, with washing and drying machines and industrial pressers, making all sorts of noises and letting of clouds of fumes.
Not quite at the level of a traditional Chinese laundry, but there was an advantage to the fumes rising up the stairway. Always fragrant, in the winter, it was a source of heat to warm up the bedsit on cold evenings.
As I began to stir on the sofa, Inge felt my movement and she woke up.
"Good morning, gorgeous!" I said.
"Hey, my man!" was her response. We kissed and lay back, staring at the ceiling.
"What do you want to do today?"
"Let's see what the girls want to do, yes?" she replied.
"OK." and we continued to stare at the ceiling.
Eventually, Tanya and Lani awoke and there was the habitual yawning and stretching. I looked across to the bed and was amazed to see them both still wearing their pyjamas! As were Inge and I. I thought, it must be a day-off for sex maniacs! All of us, still clothed! Wow!
Suddenly, a scream from the bed! "It's one o'clock!" exclaimed Tanya. "What!?" Lani said and there was an instant flurry of activity as the girls got out of bed and started to get washed and dressed. I just lay on the sofa, watching all this activity. Of course, girls take longer to get dressed and ready so it was pointless in me getting up. I'll let them wait for me!
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We left the bedsit, got into the street and made our way to the local park, a fifteen minute walk away. Finsbury Park is an area of diverse cultures and, in the 1970s, the dominant culture was Caribbean, the area populated by second-generation West Indians, whose parents had come to the UK in the 1950s to address a shortage of workers.
The street market was lively and colourful, in contrast with the usual London street markets, which appeared monotone in comparison. The whole atmosphere was vibrant, with a background soundtrack of reggae music and the more gentle sound of lovers rock. The girls were flitting from stall to stall, dancing to the Jamaican riddims! They seemed to be loving the whole experience which they would not have known in Norway.
We spent the whole of the afternoon around the market, stopping for the occasional bite to eat, jerk chicken being most popular. We didn't fancy ram goat liver, just the sound of it was a turn-off! As the stallholders were packing their stalls away, the mood switched to the side streets where house parties were starting up in some houses. We moved from house to house, milling around outside for a while before deciding whether or not to go inside and join the party.
Finally, as the evening grew darker, we settled on a house where the sound system seemed to be free of technical problems and the music was a great mix of reggae and lovers rock, disco and funk. We had brought along some cans of drink, which seemed to act as an entrance fee, so we got plenty of smiles in our direction. In a back room, there was food laid out in a buffet style and the beat of the music pervaded all over the house. Each room we checked, there were people dancing, although the sound system was in another room. Some were sitting on sofas and chairs, some managing to squeeze onto the same chairs. But everyone was friendly and it seemed to be a relaxed atmosphere.
We drifted from room to room to check how the sound was, check the dancers and check any food on offer.
In the corner of one room, two Jamaican girls were dancing. One of them was dark, the other more coffee-coloured and that contrast made their moves more exotic. And erotic! Tanya and Lani decided that this was the room they liked so they picked their spot and started to dance. It wasn't long before the Jamaican girls joined them and they all danced together in a circle.
Inge had sat down on a sofa while I went to the buffet room and got some food. I came back to find that Inge had been dragged up to join the dancers. I sat on the sofa to eat the food as the girls danced with their new friends. Then, the DJ in the other room changed the tempo of the music to the slower rhythms of lovers rock. Inge came back to sit with me and share the food. Tanya and Lani continued to dance, deciding to hold each other and sway to the beat. The Jamaican girls followed suit and danced together.
As I sat watching, I thought I'd seen the Jamaican girls kiss ... their faces were certainly very close. Suddenly, they pulled apart and spoke to the twins. Then, the twins had separated and they started to dance with each of the Jamaican girls. Tanya was with the darker girl, Lani dancing with the coffee-coloured girl. As the two couples danced, they were speaking to each other. With the volume of the music, they were having to almost shout in each other's ears!
Other people had come into the room and were dancing, others sitting on the chairs and sharing the sofa with me and Inge. She actually had to jump up and make herself comfortable on my lap. So that's how we were for the evening, occasionally getting up to dance and hoping we could fit back on the sofa.
In the crowd of the room, I lost sight of Tanya and Lani and the Jamaican girls but assumed they were still dancing together. Then, I spotted Lani so, once again, I thought that everything was OK. But Lani was coming towards me.
"Vee, have you seen Tanya?" Lani asked. "She was dancing with Bonnie but I can't see her." She was joined by the other girl, whose name was Celeste.
"No, I haven't. You got no idea where she could be?" I replied.
"We should look for her," Lani said, a little concerned. "There might be drugs, I can smell a funny smell."
It was true that there was the aroma of cannabis, as there is at any Caribbean party, but I could only reassure Lani that Tanya was OK. We wandered around the house, opening doors to look for Tanya. We went upstairs and it was the first door we opened when we found her. We just stood at the door, aghast at what we were seeing.
She was naked, on her back, on a bed, with Bonnie sitting on her face, her hips grinding her pussy hard on Tanya's mouth and her large, black tits swinging above her. Tanya's pussy was being fucked by a big, muscular black guy. His large cock was pounding Tanya and she was squealing with intense pleasure with every thrust. Her moans were vibrating against Bonnie's pussy, leaving her panting loudly. Tanya screamed as the guy quickened his rhythm and he soon spurted his spunk deep inside her. He withdrew his cock, it was covered with Tanya's juices and his creamy spunk, a contrast on his big, black cock. Bonnie squirted on Tanya's face and fell forward to suck the guy's cock, licking it dry, before she dived into Tanya's pussy to lap up the juices that were oozing from it.
After that super, sexy threesome show, Bonnie looked across and sheepishly said, "Hi, Celly."
"What?"
"Sorry, girl, I just wanted to try this hot, white chick."
Celeste said, "Well, I've got a hot, white chick here too!" and she turned to Lani and kissed her deeply. The guy who had just filled Tanya's pussy was totally spent. He pulled up his trousers, mumbled something and left.
"Come here," said Bonnie, and Celeste and Lani walked towards the bed. Celeste leaned in to kiss Bonnie, still sitting on Tanya's face. Lani went to Tanya's pussy, smelling the aroma of the black guy's spunk, kissing her lips and licking her slit. Tanya was squealing again as Lani was loving her, planting kisses all over her vagina.
Inge and I were still standing by the door. This situation was totally new to me and, possibly, to Inge. Of course, we had made love with each other over the last two weeks but, another two girls? And black girls, at that? I hadn't had a black girl since Lisbet.
While I was getting my head around the permutations, Inge walked over to the bed. She pulled Celeste away from Bonnie and planted her lips on Bonnie's, licking her thick lips before plunging her tongue into her mouth. They kissed for a moment and then, Celeste pushed in for a three-way kiss, finishing with kissing Inge.