We had saved enough money for one last dinner that Friday night. Everyone got dressed up, which for Raoul and me meant our cleanest, dirty shirt and for Karen and Lisa full stockings, suspenders and g- strings under summer dresses. Lisa drew the sort straw or more accurately rolled the lowest number and became the designated driver and drove us to a local pub which did food. We sat outside and feasted on scampi and steak, it being the eighties, topping up on our lunchtime red wine. After a couple of hours, the girls disappeared to the bathroom, Lisa stone cold sober, Karen tottering a little on her heels. They were gone a while and when they got back both were a little flushed. Later that night, Karen confessed that they had gone into a cubicle together and watched each other pee before kissing, each with her hand up the other’s dress. She masturbated to orgasm as she told me, panting with sapphic desire. Soon after they returned, we paid and departed. Karen got into the back seat between Raoul and me, Lisa jumped into the driver’s seat. Before she drove us out of the car park, Raoul and i were all over Karen. Her dress was open at the sides and she wasn’t wearing a bra so both of us slipped our hand inside to squeeze and rub at her breasts as we took turns kissing her, tongues deep in her warm and willing mouth. By the time we were on the road, Raoul had eased her dress up over her hips and pulled her knickers off. I pulled her towards me, giving him room to spread her legs and go down on her. I kissed her neck and licked her ears as she squirmed against his fingers and mouth, grunting and gasping as he finger fucked her, his lips around her clit. Lisa turned around for a moment and said to me, “Here, give her this,” passing me the small, brown bottle the boys on the beach had shared with her. “Make her sniff,” she said, “one side at a time.” I copied what i had seen Lisa do, closing one of Karen’s nostrils and whispering to her to sniff through the other. She stiffened slightly, murmuring “What’s that?” Before relaxing and taking the other side deep. “Shit....” she groaned, then, moments later, “finger my arse, Raoul.” Her first time on poppers was not to be her last. I kissed her deep as she pushed her hips back and forth. In the half light in the back of the car i saw Raoul lick his fingers then heard Karen gasp, “Fuck yes.” I wanted Lisa. We changed positions and i reached over her shoulders to feel her tits, first through the fabric of her dress, then, unzipping her and pulling it down, bare. She drove us back to the cottage topless, me pinching her nipples and stroking her breasts. Beside me, Karen was sucking on Raoul’s exposed cock as he held her head down. I could see her hand between her own legs, wanking, and heard Raoul sniff poppers before giving the bottle to Karen to hit on it again. She passed them to me and i did the same, feeling my head spin filthily then groaning as Karen grabbed at my pants and pulled my prick free. Lisa refused the offer, laughing “I’m driving, wait til we get back.” Get back we quickly did. We were in the cottage in seconds. Karen disappeared to the bathroom but Lisa walked into the lounge with me and Raoul. She allowed her dress to fall about her feet. Raoul and i both stripped naked then he sat on one of the chairs. Lisa sat on his knee and they immediately began kissing, his hands on her tits and his finding his cock. “You take the top half,” i told him, pulling her knickers down then off, “i’ll take the bottom.” I spread her legs and slipped two fingers into her pussy. She was running wet and flexed against me. I knelt beneath her spread legs and licked at her arse, fingering her deep. Karen walked in and stepped over to us. She offered poppers to Lisa who sniffed greedily, then hit on the bottle herself. She then did the same for Raoul before passing it to me and crouching to suck him as Lisa wanked him. I stopped for a moment to sniff myself only to see Raoul stiffen and spurt explosively into Karen’s mouth then, as she took over from Lisa and pulled him hard, all over her face. “Sorry,” he murmured, “ didn't mean to cum so soon,” before stumbling off to the bathroom to clean up. I expected Lisa to go with him. Instead, she and Karen stood up and kissed, Lisa licking her boyfriend’s cum off Karen’s face as they both ran their hands over one another's body. I was still on the floor and leaned forward, taking turns to suck on both their pussies as the fondled one another. Then we all lay down, me in the middle, the fingers of both my hands inside them, all three kissing each other. Karen administered that little bottle again and went down on me as Lisa and I whispered filth to each other. Then they swapped before both sucking and licking at me together. By this stage, i had no control so when Karen mounted me to ride, Lisa’s finger up her arse, i couldn't hold back. I spunked as she pushed her own fingers into my mouth and ground me, seconds later, to her own orgasm, Lisa wanking herself off as we came. She bent forward and kissed me as my head spun and my balls churned. After what seemed like an age, i came down, my prick wilting and Karen slumping beside me to hear Raoul slur, “you coming to bed?” The last sound i remember was Lisa laughing, “sure”, before Karen and i drifted off, only to wake, cold and uncomfortable a couple of hours later, but very pleased with ourselves.