Slaughterhouse High

Cabrille's handiwork indeed. Much like the licking she'd given Pim the night before, but oh so different as well.

Condor and Pim were engaged in an awkward embrace, rocking and swaying, their lips blending.

Blayne's mouth slanted across her cheek to her right earlobe, his zipper moving like a moist blunt blade pretending to cut her face.

Friendship lobe indeed!

It was more like another lefty, her sexlobe's twin, when the metal ring of his lips encased her flesh. She gasped upon his cheek when he fingered her left lobe through its lobebag.

First fondle.

She boldly did likewise to him, diddling him through his thin, flexible leather.

The daring of it! If anybody caught them, they'd be expelled. Denied graduation.

Forced to repeat senior year.

Forced to attend next year's prom.

It made what they were doing explosively exciting.

Pim was moaning beside her.

Glancing over, Altoona saw an inept hand fumble at Pim's lobebag, tug on its bowstrings, yank it swiftly off. The sight of the exposed sexlobe jazzed and juiced her.

Pim's head swung right, her heavy-lidded eyes aglow with drugs and desire, as the usually shy Condor slurped eagerly at her engorged lobe.

Blayne wore a tight elastic designer bag, as did Altoona. He was shimmying hers down and she his, his lobe so nice and thick and warm and sexy beneath her fingers.

Blayne eased her head around.

Racks of courtly costumes hung like dead kings and queens crammed together.

The touch of his tongue, the cool slide of zipper teeth, took her breath away. Her quim was dripping, the swollen labia tight about zip-jags of niobium.

As much as she longed to be sucked into lobate ecstasy, she wanted even more to lick Blayne there too at the same time.

Impossible.

She stopped him and whispered the word into his left ear, her chin at his sexlobe as she spoke: "Foursome." She drew back to see his eyes flare with naughtiness and delight.

Then Altoona was both leading and being led, Blayne hovering at her left shoulder, laughing but mostly keeping his lips at her lobe.

She laughed too.

Into the other couple they toppled, a slow sensual collide, her lips finding Condor's sexlobe while he tongued Pim's.

Blayne's muted moan at her lobe, the tiny pain of zipper teeth biting into her arousal, signaled what she sensed: that Pim's hot mouth had moue'd around his engorged lovelobe, their illegal lovesquare at last complete.

Now all was sucking and being sucked.

Hands roved in every direction. Belts were yanked off, skirts raised.

But head play held sway. It was so majorly mindblowingly incredible, moving higher at each tongued urging, passing them on, grokking that Condor was turning Pim on with the same curled spiral of energy.

And she Blayne.

And on back to Altoona.

Pim climaxed first, that sweet tight sexy childlike unngh that Altoona so loved, with the upward flip which led so sweetly from one catch breath to another.

Then they all came, an absurd lovely quartet of uninhibited noise.

In the midst of her orgasm, she felt Blayne ease past her panties, stretching the lacy thigh-hole.

He found what he sought.

Zip-teeth.

Her inner labia behind them.

He used her hot quim to wet her nub, gently circling there, his knuckles knocking lightly at embedded metal.

Then she was off again, thrusting, gripping Blayne about the shoulders, wanting him inside her so badly, wanting his lobe on her nipples, on her clit, wanting it all.

Pim would be there to help, or to be set upon in turn.

And Condor too, damn their warped society so insistent on three! He would make four, and four would be just fine. Then she couldn't think anymore, surges of orgasm rotating the tinseled costume room about her like a carousel.

"Hey, I know!" Blayne said. She only half heard him, hugging him, gasping downward, the sturdy table behind her a blessing to her balance.

"What?" said Condor, too loud but that was okay. The poor dear was excited and riding high on some pretty good shit.

Pim toyed with his zipper pull, there where his smile came to an acute angle that pointed to his friendship lobe.

"Take Pim's clothes off, I'll show you." He had already unzipped Altoona. Now he eased the leather skirt down over her ample hips. She did thigh sways to help out, kicking her pumps off on the thread-wisped floor.

Her leather vest hung open.

His hot hands smoothed over her tummy, her spine, went through her private hair and down her butt slit, caught at lace briefs and eased them off and away.

"We gonna dress 'em up?" Condor asked. He was slower in stripping Altoona's girlfriend, but Pim's succulent body finally came full naked into the costume shop's gaudy light.

"No, stupid."

"Aw, come on, guys," said Pim. "Dress us up."

Blayne leaned over and kissed Altoona's lips. He caressed her sexlobe with one hand and pinched a nipple with the other.

She seized up in that hot frenzied way as if someone had dropped an ice cube down the back of her dress. She didn't mind a bit.

Blayne broke the kiss and said, "I have a better idea than playing dress-up. You're gonna like it."