EIRA
Anyone familiar with our ladies’ club will know that as I was the last "debutant", it was now my turn to be hostess. This came with the added responsibility of finding a new debutant and at the end of Part 3 of our story "The Waitress", Emma and I hit on the idea that Becky was the obvious choice.
And then, the planned house purchase alluded to in our story didn’t happen because my husband Oliver and I received news right out of the blue informing that he needed an emergency medical procedure. We decided, after much deliberation, to take early retirement from our jobs and return to our home in Norway where he would be immediately treated in familiar surroundings.
Fast forward six months and he’s made such a remarkable recovery that he’s off with friends on a fishing trip to the scenic Lofoten islands. Me, I’m as amazed as he is at his recovery, it’s gone so much better than we dared hope for, so good in fact that whilst he is away, I’m preparing to welcome my very special lady friends, our club, to our home to host Becky’s debut as per original plan, albeit in a different setting/location.
I arrived at Stavanger airport on a Wednesday evening to meet Isabelle (Parisbynight) landing from Paris - Charles De Gaulle at 18:50 and with me, I had Magdalena, whom Isabelle knew already from her previous trip to Norway (as told in "A Nordic Experience"). Magdalena and I had become closer ever since I left my job which meant the constant travelling at home and abroad was now a thing of the past. Magdalena no longer worked at the same company having had her counsellor qualifications from Poland recognised in Norway and securing a job in her field.
When Isabelle arrived, we were all a little emotional seeing one another again and after tightly hugging and drying our eyes, we took a coffee and enjoyed chatting while we awaited Emma (EmmaEddie72) arriving from London Gatwick at 20:35. Again, hugs and tears before we introduced Emma to Magdalena and when she saw her and commented, "Well hello, you sexy little thing," we guessed she liked what she saw, she then confirmed this with a sensuous kiss full on Magdalena’s mouth. We set off to my parked car to commence our journey home. Emma and Isabelle had arrived a couple of days early so we could spend time together and make arrangements/preparations for meeting the rest of the ladies arriving Friday prior to Becky’s debut, planned for Saturday evening. Emma and Isabelle being good friends from previous "debutant" get-togethers, decided they’d share a bedroom together from the first night prior to Oliver’s departure to his fishing trip leaving on Friday morning.
Thursday morning, and after enjoying a nice breakfast together, we three ladies walked the short distance from our home, down through the trees to allow Emma and Isabelle a chance to view what in Norwegian we call our "naust" which translates to boathouse in English. A naust is a common property addition for many Norwegians living on or by the sea.
After a look around, we descended the spiral staircase leading down to where the boat spends winter and Emma being Emma said we needed a demonstration of the pulley restraints we were intending to secure Becky to and asked Isabelle if she’d mind being tied there…for research purposes. Isabelle being Isabelle happily obliged whereupon Emma secured her, lifted her skirt, revealing that she wasn’t wearing panties, and used her mouth to devour her pussy.
Me being me couldn’t help but find it an incredible turn-on, and I found myself automatically moving forward to passionately kiss Isabelle’s mouth while squeezing her arse with both hands then, wetting a finger, I slipped it into her anus while continuing to kiss her and gently bite her bottom lip as Emma continued licking her pussy to orgasm. They both decided to walk back to the house naked, a perfectly natural thing to do in the private surroundings enjoying nature but, we were taken a little by surprise when we arrived home to see the post van parked outside. The look on our post lady’s face was priceless as she explained to me in Norwegian that she had a package for me requiring my signature but quite unable to resist staring at the two beautiful, completely naked ladies carrying light clothing and shoes.
Feeling like I should try and offer some kind of explanation, I told her they were my friends, one French and one English, visiting us on vacation. I said that we’d been down at the boathouse and they had decided to take a swim, but I know for sure that she couldn’t and didn’t believe me considering both ladies' light make-up and perfectly dry hair; Oh well, c’est la vie. I signed for the package then handed it over to Isabelle and Emma, telling them it contained a good selection of sex toys that I’d ordered and asked that they open for their consideration.
A trip to town later allowed Emma to see a little of Stavanger and we ate lunch in the same restaurant where Isabelle and I had eaten on her previous visit to Norway.
As I related the story of her trip to Emma, recalling visiting the toilet and Isabelle following me there where she pushed me against the wall, lifted my skirt, pulled down my panties and ate my pussy, Emma replied, "Really? Well, I am going there now and I’ll be very disappointed if you don’t follow me there Isabelle and treat me to exactly the same experience," whereupon she left the table, quickly followed by Isabelle.
Five minutes after their absence, I ordered three more coffees and a selection of pastries which arrived just as the toilet door opened and two very lovely women approached the table once again, both smiling from ear to ear.
Then Emma stared at me as she dropped her panties on our table and, knowing her way of thinking from personal experience and her probable wish to see if we could entice and seduce our waitress, I had to reply, "No Emma, we have fourteen ladies attending our get-together so please put them in your bag, enough is enough, babe."
Lunch finished, we did a little shopping, simply appreciating and enjoying being in each other’s company once again.
Friday morning, after breakfast, it was time for Oliver to leave, his friends were at the door ready to pick him up and so, after kissing me (we had already enjoyed a proper bye-for-now earlier that morning) he gave both Emma and Isabelle a little cuddle and a friendly kiss on the cheek saying, "Time for me to go, ladies, promise not to behave yourselves" and with a big smile, he left. We three then spent the remainder of the morning and afternoon tidying up and talking about our upcoming get-together, making plans and preparing to meet our club members at the airport later.
Early evening, Magdalena arrived and we drove three cars: me in my own with Emma for company, Isabelle driving Oliver’s and Magdalena driving her own to collect our good friends Libby, Monika, Lara, Mia, Molly, Suzie, Sally, Claire and the debutant herself, Becky, arriving from London Gatwick. After a quite overwhelming reunion, we set off once again for the drive to our home to reacquaint, enjoy the pleasure of each other’s company once again and enjoy a pre-prepared supper with drinks.
Thirteen ladies, all with a very healthy interest in one another. Becky’s initiation was planned for Saturday evening and my good friend Isla would be joining us, bringing our number to fourteen. Isla had only just returned home from holiday in Italy on Friday afternoon and needed a little time before joining up with and meeting Isabelle, Emma and the rest of the ladies from England. Magdalena, she knew already as we had often enjoyed the pleasure of each other’s company, spent in each other’s homes where we’d enjoy fine dining and great wines before enjoying each other sexually. I had known Isla since we were at school together and she’d always been my closest friend before I met and married Oliver.
LIBBY
(leggielibby)
With a few bumps and mechanical groans our plane dropped down through the grey North Sea clouds. My excitement picked up, there was a tremor, not only in my stomach, but in my pussy too. I clenched my thighs, feeling the dampness of my freshly waxed mound. Looking out of the window I could see the big slats extend from the wing. Turbulence was making our plane buck a little as we descended. I looked toward the next seat. Becky was looking pensive.
Not knowing if it was the landing or her upcoming debut at Eira’s party, where she would have the starring role whilst getting soundly fucked. I reached across and took her hand; her skin was cool and soft, her nails beautifully manicured. I knew she had prepared for this weekend. Her skin softened and buffed, her pussy groomed, all orifices prepared for all eventualities. The plane dropped taking our stomachs with it, and then with a bump and a roar from the engines we were on the ground.
As we stood in the arrival hall waiting for the luggage carousel to come to life, I turned to Becky and firmly, but gently said, "Take a moment to freshen up, prepare yourself. I will get our cases." As a previous debutant myself, I could fully appreciate the nerves she was trying hard to suppress. For a moment, I thought she would refuse, but then with a smile and a nod of her head, she walked towards the restrooms.
A short while later, she returned, just as I grabbed the second case from the conveyor.
“All set?” I enquired.
"Yes, I’m as ready as I’ll ever be,” she replied but there was still that look of nervous worry about her pretty face.
I gave her a hug and a quick peck on the cheek. “Don’t worry, you’re beautiful and sexy, they will love you."
Becky’s long glossy hair curled onto the shoulders of her overcoat. A scarf wrapped around her neck. She looked poised and elegant, high heeled black knee boots completed the look. As she moved to take her case, her coat parted slightly giving a glimpse of the sheer black stockings she was wearing. She had changed for the weekend. When we’d met at Gatwick, she had been wearing snug leggings that highlighted a deep camel toe.
After a pleasant interlude in the rearmost toilet, I can attest to the fullness of her labia, and the sweetness of her juice. Her needs were insatiable and her vocal performance as she orgasmed was equally impressive. Despite me stuffing her mouth with my expensive silk and lace panties, we still got a knowing smile from one of the cabin crew as we returned to our seats.
My panties are now nestled in my handbag, far too wet to consider wearing, and far too expensive to discard. My jaw had that pleasant after-sex ache, whilst her flavour lingered on my tongue. On returning to our seats, Becky had opened the inflight magazine, and it was covering her lap. To any passerby, she appeared to be studying the places served by Norwegian. From my vantage point, I could see she had one hand cupping her pussy as she shuddered her way through a series of cums, trying and not quite succeeding to minimise the noises emitting from her throat. I was quite glad we had our travelling friends seated in front, back and to the side of us and could only raise my eyebrows and smile making eye contact with each of them.
With that, we strode towards customs and the arrival hall beyond. There was quite a crowd of people waiting to greet friends and relatives as we surged into the arrival hall. It took a moment to spot our party. Then I saw Eira, her stylish blonde hair reflecting the overhead light. With Isabelle, and Emma alongside her along with a young beauty I assumed must be Magdalena. Both Eira and Isabella had described her to me in our private correspondences but my first impression of her was that she was a real knockout, wow, they made for an eye-catching ensemble. Seconds later we were all embracing, double kissing cheeks and generally looking like a meeting of models. I took a moment to run a hand down Becky’s back, giving her cute ass a squeeze of reassurance through her coat.
“Okay, ladies, grab your cases and follow us to the car please.” Eira took charge and we followed behind her with a clack of heels.
Stepping out of the terminal building was a magical experience. The cool freshness of the air, the pleasant temperature and the amazing bright clarity of the skies above. So very different from the greyness of Gatwick. The air took just moments to seep inside my coat, rise inside my admittedly short skirt, and caress my bare pussy lips. My nipples instantly tented my top in sympathy. My body shuddered with the shock, but also in anticipation of a long horny weekend fucking these beautiful women around me.
We arrived at Eira’s car, two decks up and at the end of a row. From here we had a view across the airport and a glimpse of the countryside beyond. A cool breeze was coming in off the sea. With a clunk and a flash of the indicators, Eira’s fortunately large Range Rover Velar unlocked, and we quickly moved to get our cases into the rear. Magdalena and Isabelle were parked close by and Eira said, "Libby, Molly and Becky, you’re with me and Emma, the rest of you please go with Isabelle and Magdalena, there’s room for everyone."
Then Eira turned her attention to Becky and said, "Okay, my darling, this is your weekend, it’s dedicated to you, and you are the centre of our attention. Have you followed my instructions?"
With a visible gulp, Becky replied, “Yes, to a tee.”
"So, unfasten your coat and hand it to Emma please.”
Becky’s eyes immediately sought and found mine, seeking reassurance. I subtly nodded that she was okay. Squaring her shoulders, Becky popped the buttons on her coat, slipped it off and passed it to Emma. Now she stood before us wearing black, knee-high boots, the sheerest of black stockings, black six-strap suspender belt, and not a stitch more. The slightest of dark landing strips highlighted her pussy, moist with excitement. Her large dark nubby nipples were swollen and rigid. My mouth watered at the sight. Looking around our group I saw the looks of raw desire and were it possible, I’d no doubt they would have taken her there and then on the car park floor.
"Perfect.” And with that Eira stepped forward and slipped her finger between Becky’s glistening pussy lips. Becky gasped but held her place. After tasting her finger, Eira offered it to our small group, and we each took a turn. The tartness so familiar to my mouth from the flight.
Stepping back, Eira gestured with her finger for Becky to turn around. At that moment the lift doors opened with a ping and suitcase wheels trundled across the concrete. As one we moved to screen Becky from prying eyes. To her credit, she never flinched. She stood with her back to us, legs parted and bending from the waist. Her legs were long and toned, her ass firm and peachy. Her spike heels were doing a great job of highlighting her assets.
“And the gift I sent you?" Eira queried.
Maintaining her position, Becky manoeuvred her hands and deftly pulled her ass cheeks apart. Nestled between her full, firm cheeks was a bright green Chrystal-tipped butt plug.
“Beautiful, the green matches your eyes. Good girl.” Eira beamed with satisfaction.
“Okay everyone, into the cars please, let’s get ourselves home. Oh, and Becky, leave the coat off.” With that, we were off to begin our latest adventure together.
EIRA
Our home is situated on private land directly on top of the sea. Four floors with seven bedrooms all with en-suite facilities and verandas with sea views. Our previously mentioned boathouse is ca. one hundred metres from the house and stands three floors high with two bedrooms, both with en-suite facilities and a boat downstairs for fishing, sailing or simply lounging in the sun. A living room and kitchen, which includes integrated wine coolers, well stocked with a fine selection of reds, whites, rosé and orange wines, complete the building. Food, cold beers, spirits and soft drinks are in plentiful supply.
The boathouse, like the house, is private, allowing for swimming wearing only swimsuits/bikinis or naked if so desired. The downstairs boat room with its wooden structures and pulley system for raising and lowering the boat in and out of the sea has been designed to be, on this occasion, Becky’s attention area; the boat is in the sea and a King Size bed with restraints has been added.
Saturday morning was spent eating a light breakfast at home together before we all headed for the wooden sauna by the fjord I had booked for us. Situated in a picturesque setting with panoramic views over the fjord we very much enjoyed not only the warm and cosy sauna itself but the delightful experience of diving into the sea outside the sauna door for a refreshing swim. Later we took in a little sightseeing which included the impressive monument "Sverd i Fjell" which is three, almost ten-metre-high bronze Viking age type swords planted in rock beside the fjord before heading off to enjoy lunch in town.
Early evening, the ladies all headed for the boathouse leaving only Becky and I home alone. I asked her, “You okay, sweetie?” and she replied, “Nervous, or maybe apprehensive is a better word.”
