Jim knocked down an awkward seven his first throw. This was a tough challenge to my skill under the best conditions and he was bowling left handed. I got lucky on the next. He threw the ball at the wrong step in his stride and gutter balled it.
I stepped up to the lane and went over every bowling fundamental I knew. One. One fucking pin on the outside knocked down. "Ok Debra. You can do this." I said as I stepped up for the next throw. The ball slowly rolled down the lane to the same side as before. Pins went down, but I couldn't tell how many. We all stare at the electronic scoreboard. It eventual flash five after an unnecessary animation.
Janice clapped her hands and pounced over to me. "Let's free the girls, shall we?" She reached behind me with one skillful hand and unhooked my bra at a speed that would make a football captain proud. I caught the cups with my arm and slowly pulled the straps over my shoulders. "Delightful." Janice said as the air flowed over my now erect nipples. "Get a load of these boys." She threw her arm over my shoulder to present us to her husband and Jim. Her large teardrops jiggled and swayed with the motion.
Jim had his usual toothy grin. Mr. Johnston had an appreciative smile. Mr. Johnston broke from his usual quiet self to tease his wife. "They're almost as nice as yours dear." speaking to his wife.
"Almost as nice? Don't insult the poor girl, you old fart. Look at these." She commanded as she cupped the nearest with her free hand. "Look at how pert and even these are. They're so soft. I'd be jealous if I didn't have my hands full of them myself." as she gave a slight squeeze.
Her warm hand did nothing to put away the excitement in my nipples, especially when she gave one a little unexpected pinch. Jim's excitement had returned too. Which was good as it might help throw off his game.
Jim approached the ball return. Janice, now seated on her husband knee and playing with his erection, "Don't trip and fall on that thing Jim." "Don't stick it in the thumb hole. You'll never get it out."
We were all giggling at her taunts now. Jim did worse on this frame than he did previous. Six was the number to beat. I lined up for my shot when Janice again interrupted. "Deb, hon. Your wet spot is showing." But I was too far into my motion to stop. Straight to the side, taking out three pins on the end.
I was now aware of the dampness between my legs and the attention it had from all around. My nipples were glass-cutting hard at this point. And my heart was pounding. I looked back at Jim who had lust in his eyes. I bet he could almost taste it. I wanted him to taste it. That's when I decided to do one thing I'd never think of doing.
I stepped back up to the lane and positioned myself for the best bowl of my life. The ball sat on the waxed wooden lane with barely a rumble. I finished my movement by pushing one hip up and resting my hand on it. The ball rolled exactly where I wanted. Straight into the gutter, barely missing the outside pin. "Oops" I exclaimed turning around to everyone, hand still on my hip.
Janice had repositioned herself standing over her husband who was engaged in the task of licking her for all he was worth. She was clutching one breast with one hand and holding onto the wall with the other. She was forcefully thrusting her hips into his face and moaning. She had missed my excitement for her own.
Jim hadn't taken his eyes off of me. I strolled up to him and took his hands in mine. I pulled them up to my hips and asked, "will you help me with these?" Jim obliged in pulling down my soaked panties. Leaning in he began nibbling and kissing my belly. I wrapped my arms around his head and stepped out of the soaked mess I had made.
"Give it to her Jim. Or give it to me if she doesn't want it." Janice again with her interruptions. His hands caressed up the back of my legs from the discard panties. He cupped my ass with one hand and began to find his way up between my legs with the other. He pulled back and sucked on two moistened fingers. He dove back lower on my belly and ferociously began to lick. He couldn't bend over any further and this wasn't enough for both of us. I took another play from Janice's playbook and climbed over his head, positioning myself at the perfect angle for Jim's mouth. He continued his work there. He wrapped his arms high around my hips to help stabilize me. And I bucked my hips too.
Coming back to reality I realized that most of the party had stopped bowling. Many were similarly engaged with their and other partners. A few were content to watch. But I didn't care. I bucked my hips and pulled at my nipples. I didn't count how many times I had orgasmed perched on Jim's face. He was covered from forehead to chin in my juices which he wiped away with a nearby towel when I dismounted.
Janice had likewise removed herself from her husband's head and repositioned herself to his lap. This woman was insatiable. She swirled around, plunging herself onto his thick cock facing out into the bowling alley. He fiddled at her protruding clit as another partier approached offering his cock to her. She wrapped her thin fingers around his base and guided it into her mouth with a smile. He squeezed at her teardrop tits as she sucked, closed eyes rolling into the back of her head.
I sat straddling Jim's legs facing him. His cock pulsing between us. Between his arms wrapped around me, there was no-one else there. Curled up against his strong chest I felt warm and safe and almost ready to climb onto the still pulsating thing between us.
Janice out of sight, still cocks in her pussy and mouth, pointed and hand motioned to someone out of sight. A basket of condoms appeared behind Jim's head. I tore one from its package and leaned back away from his member to roll it down his impressive girth. He was so big and it had been so long that I nearly began to cry. A look of concern washed over his face. I put a hand over his mouth to quash any question and bounced more feverishly on his lap. I put all the weight I could muster down on my hips to bury him as deep as I could. He began thrusting deep in time with me. I've never been filled like this, this deep, this full. He had given attention to my breasts, flicking my nipples with his tongue. Tweaking the free one with his fingers.
We must have fallen asleep after the waves of orgasms subsided. We detached ourselves from each other and found the crowd had moved to a party room next to the concession stand. It was quite silly to see dozens of naked people dress in bowling shoes and party hats. Janice stood flushed, but composed at a table next to an elaborate birthday cake with the largest smile possible. The cake said, "Happy 50th Birthday Janice". It was adorned with tiny naked bodies with penis candles, fifty of them. The crowd sang happy birthday as the fifty penises were lit. She leaned in and blew out all fifty in one breath at the end of the song.
"I wish for my birthday, a BIG JUICY COCK!" she screamed. Everyone laughed knowing that that's what she always wanted. And in most cases, that's what she got. She wasn't anything if not a cock fiend.
"That can wait for later, dear." her husband said. "I've procured something for your birthday that I think will make you immensely happy. As some of us know, our member Alex is a master woodworking craftsman. And I have commissioned from him, for your birthday something special." Alex nodding approached a covered corner of the room. Mr. Johnston lead his wife to stand before it as he and Alex brought down the curtain. The curtain fell to reveal truly a masterpiece of woodworking. Formed from an array of exotic woods was a pillory.
Janice seeing her gift jumped with excitement, clapping her hands and crying with laughter. She jumped to her husband planting a kiss on his lips before doing the same to Alex. "Do I get to try it?" she begged.
"Of course you do. It's your party. Plus, it will assist with your birthday spankings."
She was already climbing in to the contraption before being stopped so they could move it to the middle of the room.
"Hey, there's room for one more here if anybody wants to join me." Indeed there was a second set of head and hand holes as well as a posted bench to help support whomever was confined to the device. "Who's birthday is next?" A murmur of birth dates were offered around the room.
Knowing mine was several months out, I asked Jim about his. "Next week." He said. "When is yours?"
"In a few months. You want to lock yourself in the stockade with Janice?"
"I'm not so sure about that."
"What's the matter Jim, chicken?" People that had known me for a while knew I couldn't turn down a bet. I'd have climbed into the damn thing had Jim or anyone else had dared me to.
Instead, I raised Jim's hand and said, "He'll do it. His is next week." I lead him over beside Janice next to the machine. They were finishing up strapping her in as I pushed him down onto the bench. Remembering his words from the ice rink I whispered, "You owe me one."
They were a pair. Their heads and hands were locked into the boards. Their feet were secured at the ankles by wide, soft leather. The benches gave the option of support from the chest to the upper hips, should the get tired. Janice was giggling and arching her body to push her rear out as far as she could. Jim was testing how secure he holds on him.
Mr. Johnston spoke up in an officiant voice. "Janice, my love, what degree of punishment do you think you deserve for the crime of being the birthday girl?"
"Fifty spankings!" she screamed.
"Fifty spankings, huh? Is that all? Just fifty smacks on that plump ass of yours? Do you want one smack from fifty people or something else?"
