Final Kiss Goodbye

Final Kiss Goodbye by GeorgeTasker

"This is a hair-brained idea!" Norm Palmer muttered to himself as he pulled his car to a stop outside the rundown apartment building on the east side of town. On the ten minute drive over he'd almost turned the car around twice, but for some reason he just couldn't bring himself to do it.

Norm was a sixty-six year old former plumber. When he'd retired from working just over a year ago he'd been looking forward to the golden years of his life, at least that's what his older friends had been telling him since they retired. Unfortunately things had not worked out that way for Norm. Less than a week after he'd finally hung up his tools, Marge, his wife of forty years was killed in a car accident. Run over by a drunk whilst crossing the street.

This was not the source of Norm's unhappiness however. His marriage to Marge had not been a happy one. Marge was a real bitch who was constantly looking down her nose at Norm, always whining and nagging for him to do something better with his life. And as for their sex life it was non-existent, in the forty years of their marriage, Norm could only think of six times that he'd fucked Marge and half of those were whilst she was dead drunk. It was always standard missionary style sex, and over very quickly, at least that was the way Norm dimly remembered it, for the final fifteen years of their marriage he'd been impotent, not that it would have made a whole lot of difference of course.

Norm actually felt kind of relieved when Marge had died, he did love his late wife of course, but her departure had left him with a feeling of immense freedom. Things had not worked out so well for Norm since her death however. His luck at the track had taken a significant turn for the worse, in fact since Marge's death Norm had not won a single cent, where previous to that he'd always thought of himself as a lucky fellow, usually earning a pretty penny through some shrewd betting. Much worse were the strange goings on in his home. He was constantly losing things, any money left out at night for example would, without fail, have vanished by morning. Electrical appliances seemed to regularly break down, in the year since Marge's death he'd gone through seven television sets. The last one had been the most spectacular, actually catching fire during a rerun of an old episode of Baywatch.

Moving hadn't helped matters either, two months ago Norm had shifted to the other side of town and there things seemed to get even worse. On top of all that Norm had started to hear strange noises during the night, creaking sounds, or more recently loud crashes. It was all very weird.

Most of Norm's friends had assured him it was nothing, but Norm was convinced that Marge was still haunting him from beyond the grave. He'd finally decided to do something about it after seeing an advertisement in the classifieds for a Madam Sabrina – Medium & Psychic. The ad claimed that Madam Sabrina could see into the future and talk with the dead. Norm had been skeptical about such things all his life, but with things getting worse by the day he'd been desperate. If there was even the slightest possibility that this Madam Sabrina wasn't a sham, and actually could talk to Marge for him, then he could hopefully sort out his problems.

"This is crazy Norm Palmer," he said to himself with a deep, weary sigh as he got out of his car, locking the door behind him. Nevertheless he walked over to the apartment building and climbed the stairs to the second floor, apartment 2C, the home of Madam Sabrina, Medium and Psychic. Norm almost turned back again as he reached the door, but with a final sigh of defeat he reached up and knocked.

There was a rustling from inside the apartment and then the door swung open. Norm was surprised that there was no one there to greet him.

"Hello?" he called out timidly.

"Enter," replied a woman's husky voice, presumably belonging to Madam Sabrina.

Not feeling any better about the whole idea, Norm stepped cautiously inside the apartment, gauzy purple scarves and silks covered the walls of the entry hallway and a rather spicy aroma of incense struck his nostrils. The light above was dimmed, no doubt to add to the overall air of mystery that the apartment exuded.

"Come in," the woman's voice repeated.

Norm took another deep breath, almost coughing as caught another overpowering whiff of incense. He then made his way down the hallway to the deep blue curtain at the end. He brushed it aside and stepped through, into the room where Madam Sabrina conducted her séances and fortune readings. The room was decked out with a similar gaudy decor to the halls, in the center was a small, ornately carved table with two matching chairs.

"Please, be seated," said Madam Sabrina, she was seated on the chair opposite the door.

Norm started at the sight of Madam Sabrina. He'd expected to see a wizened old gypsy woman with more wrinkles than his great grandmother and wart covered nose. Instead the beautiful creature before him was young, perhaps in her mid-twenties. Sabrina's appearance made Norm's heart skip a beat, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. Her exotic, sensual features were framed by locks of long, raven-black hair that stretched midway down her back. Her eyes were a deep, intense dark brown, almost a black, which seemed to melt his soul and make his knees go weak, the lashes impossibly long and giving her an almost wicked appearance. Sabrina's lips were a deep, blood red, contrasting with her flawless olive skin and made Norm ache to kiss them.

Madam Sabrina wore an old fashioned white dress made of a flowing cotton that seemed to billow about what was obviously an incredible body, the dress tight-fitting in all the right places without looking overtly sexy. The neckline of the dress scooped low enough to display the swelling upper slopes of Sabrina's incredibly generous breasts and a deep cleavage that accentuated the delightfully rounded mounds.

His breath catching at the sight of the incredibly beautiful young woman, Norm paused at the curtain hardly able to think straight.

"Be seated," Sabrina repeated softly, pointing to the seat opposite hers with one soft, delicate hand.

"You're Madam Sabrina?" Norm managed to stammer in surprise and he lowered his old frame into the chair.

"I am," Sabrina replied warmly, her full lips smiling.

"I - - I was - - you're not what I expected," Norm admitted. God she was exquisite, for the first time in months his wife was the last thing on his mind.

"You sounded troubled over the phone Norm," Sabrina said, her voice friendly and full of sympathy as she got straight down to business.

"Yes," Norm agreed. "My wife Marge died a year ago and - - " Norm faltered a moment, blushing, even though Sabrina claimed to be a psychic and medium he still felt stupid admitting this belief to her.

"It's okay Norm, I'm here to help," Sabrina assured him, reaching out with one soft hand and touching the top of Norm's hand.

Norm jumped slightly, the beautiful young woman touching him made him even more nervous, "I - - I believe she's been haunting me."

"I see," nodded Sabrina empathetically, as though she heard that every day. Actually she probably did, Norm reflected.

Norm reached up and ran his fingers through his coarse gray hair, he'd always been blessed with a full head of hair and was grateful that at his age there were still no signs of a receding hairline. "It's just, strange things keep happening, and I hear noises - - it's hard to explain."

"And you wish for me to help you contact your wife?" Sabrina asked.

"Yes," Norm agreed, he couldn't help but notice the way the ample mounds of Sabrina's enormous breasts and the way they swelled against the thin fabric of her white dress, producing a very healthy looking bosom. Norm's had always been something of a breast man, but unfortunately his wife had not been at all blessed in that department, so the vision of the busty gypsy was quite a sight for old Norm Palmer. "Hopefully she'll tell me why this is happening."

Sabrina nodded, "Sometimes, when a person dies, their spirit does not always pass over to the other side," she explained. "Sometimes when a soul has unfinished business it will remain in a limbo between the physical and spiritual worlds."

"Unfinished business?' Norm queried.

"Yes, do you have any idea what it could be that is keeping Marge tied to this world?" Sabrina asked.

Norm shook his head. "No. Can you talk to souls in this limbo?" Norm asked hopefully.

The beautiful psychic nodded. "Yes, but it is more difficult than reaching the spirit world as I am accustomed too."

"Please," begged Norm, although he suspected the young woman was just trying to get more money out him.

"Did you bring something of hers as I requested? Something she held dear." Sabrina asked.

"Yes," Norm reached into his shirt pocket and brought out a small silver locket on a chair, inside was a picture of Marge's father from World War 1. He handed the locket to Sabrina who carefully placed it in the center of the table.

Sabrina then reached out and took Norm's wrinkled hands in hers, the old man trembling slightly at the touch of the lovely young woman. Their hands formed a circle around where the locket lay on the table. "I need you to focus on Marge now Norm. Close your eyes and picture her in your mind’s eye, concentrate on your love for her."

Norm nodded, closing his eyes and conjuring an image of Marge. "Okay," he said with a nod once he was ready, the image showed Marge looking at him with her usual look of disapproval and he found it a little hard to focus on his love for the stern old cow.

"Good," said Sabrina after a moment. "I am going to reach out to Marge and try and contact her now. Just keep your thoughts on your wife."

Sabrina closed her eyes and sent her spirit out in search of Norm's departed wife. Norm couldn't help but peek out at the beautiful gypsy, admiring her serene features as she closed her eyes and sought Marge's soul. Sabrina's generously proportioned chest rose and fell as she breathed heavily, a low humming noise starting to come from her throat as she reached out to Norm's wife.

"Norman?" Sabrina suddenly spoke, her eyes still closed. The gypsy's voice sounded different, it was still hers but she seemed to speak his name in a more formal, harsh tone of voice.

"What?" he asked, noticing her hands grip his tighter.

"Is that you Norman?" Sabrina asked, her voice sounded desperate.

"Yes," he replied with a frown, realizing she was using his full name. Marge had always called him Norman - - no, it couldn't possibly be - -

"Norman, it's me Marge," the busty fortune teller said stiffly.

Norm gasped, the way she spoke sounded just like Marge, only with Sabrina's voice. "Marge?" he stammered uncertainly.

"Yes it's me you dolt, who'd you think it was," Sabrina snapped. "And don't stammer Norman, speak clearly."

That was definitely his wife Marge.

"I - - I'm sorry to disturb your rest, but I had to speak with you," Norm said, not really sure where to begin.

"Hush," said his wife, using Sabrina's lovely mouth to speak. Sabrina's eyes were still closed, this was so weird. "I'm glad you have reached me Norman as there is something we need to talk about."

Unfinished business! So Sabrina was correct, and his wife had been haunting him. "Yes, what is it?" Norm asked her eagerly.

"I'm not really sure how to say this," said Norm's wife through Sabrina, she was obviously pissed off about something. "But apparently I didn't treat you very well in during my lifetime," the way she spoke suggested to Norm that Marge herself obviously didn't agree with this assessment. "Since I died I have not been able to leave your side," Marge continued. "It seems that before I am allowed to pass to the other side I have to make amends."

"What does that mean?" Norm asked, he was still a little shell shocked to be chatting with his wife who'd been dead for a year.

"I'm not entirely sure myself," admitted Marge, "but I guess speaking to you like this is a good place to start. A chance to apologize."

It just figured, Norm thought to himself. Marge was the one being chastised by God and yet it was him that had to suffer through her haunting.

"You know I love you, don't you Norman?" Marge said, rather sternly for a declaration of love Norm thought.

"Of course dear, and I love you too," Norm replied.

"Oh Norman!" Marge gasped with a rather unexpected display of emotion, she stood up and fiercely embraced Norm, her lips searching out his and hungrily kissing him.

Norm suddenly found his lips pressed not to his wife's, but to the sultry mouth of Madam Sabrina, her hot young body pressed against him as they embraced. Norm had been so caught up in the conversation with his wife that he'd completely forgot she was dead and that he was talking to her through the beautiful psychic woman.

Giving a small moan of pleasure, Norm went with it, passionately kissing Sabrina and squeezing her lushly curved young body tight against him. Norm breathed heavily as he held her, feeling the exotic beauty’s heavy breasts squashed against his chest. Almost with a mind of its own, Norm's right hand slipped up from Sabrina's hip, reaching between their bodies to cup the side of one of Sabrina's ample breasts, feeling the warmth of the generous mound through the thin material of Sabrina's white gown. Norm's tongue slipped between her dark lips, seeking hers as their kiss grew in passion, and Norm's hand moved to cover Sabrina's ample right breast, giving the incredible orb and hungry squeeze, God it felt good to feel tits like these.

Suddenly Sabrina seemed to realize what was happening and she pushed him away from her, prying his groping hand from her breast and stepping backwards.

"Norman Palmer! Just what the hell do you think you're doing!" snapped Sabrina's voice angrily, although it was obviously Marge speaking. "You keep your hands off this young lady!" she growled.

"Sorry," Norm hurriedly apologized, feeling a little ashamed. "It just seems to real talking to you like this. Like you are really here."

"Hmm," she murmured dubiously in reply, her tone softening. "It was good to kiss you," she agreed, "but we must remember that it is through this young lady’s body we are communicating."

"It felt just like you," Norm said to his wife.

Marge rested her hands on her hips and looked downwards at the body she was inhabiting, her eyes still closed. "Nonsense Norman!" she snapped, suddenly angry again. "My breasts were never this big!" she said, reaching up and cupping the underside of Sabrina's large tits through the white dress. "Let's sit down and talk, try not to get carried away again."

Norm nodded and sat back down, God those breasts had felt wonderful, he ached to touch them again, to squeeze them and to feel that incredible mouth of hers against his lips.

"I'm sorry Norm," she said, rather abruptly and with what sounded like immense sincerity, especially coming from Marge. Marge then looked around the room as if expecting something to happen. Sabrina's eyes had been closed the entire time since Marge had possessed her beautiful young body, but it appeared that Marge could see through the closed eyelids as if they were her own eyes.

Marge waited a moment longer but when nothing happened she sighed in frustration. "I thought that would do it," she said in disappointment. She frowned thoughtfully, Norm couldn't help think how funny the beautiful gypsy's face looked with a very Marge-like frown. A lot more attractive than Marge did anyway, that's for sure. "What was missing from our marriage Norman?" she asked, actually sounding a little desperate.

Norm gave a guilty blush as sex immediately came to mind, he actually thought the ghost of Marge was going to read in his mind and tell him off. "I don't know honey," Norm replied lamely.

"Please Norman!" Marge implored him. "You have to try to think. If we can't work this out I will forever be trapped in this horrible empty limbo."

And I'll be forever haunted by you, Norm silently added. "Well our bedroom wasn't exactly as fulfilling as it could have been," Norm told her, actually winced as he said it, expecting her to slap him or something.

"You mean our sex-life?" snapped Marge blunted, her tone suggested she wasn't too happy with Norm's implication.

Norm nodded uneasily, "Yeah we didn't ever do anything exciting."

"We both decided we didn't want children Norman," Marge said.

"I know, I don't mean that necessarily," it was obviously a slightly sore point so Norm decided not to push the fact that they hardly ever had sex, especially when the last few years he'd been incapable of actually having sex even if she had offered. "I mean we never did anything - - different."

Her frown deepened and her mouth opened as if she were about to snap at him, then her face softened, "Perhaps not," she agreed reluctantly, reminded that she had to fix this problem if she were to ever make it to the other side. "What did you have in mind?"

Norm's blush deepened, he felt very embarrassed talking openly about this. For him and Marge, sex had been a taboo subject. "You know," he shrugged. "Like oral sex or trying different positions."

"Oral?" Marge almost gasped, obviously shocked by the mere suggestion of such a practice. "You mean you wanted me to take your filthy penis into my mouth?"

"Um - - yeah," Norm confirmed helplessly, he looked down at the floor, slightly ashamed. Suddenly he almost fell off his seat in fright as Sabrina's soft young hand touched his knee and slid up his thigh. Norm's breathing rapidly became fast and shallow as the beautiful psychic's hand stroked right to the top of his thigh and she cupped his crotch through his trousers, giving it a firm squeeze. He groaned and felt a warm tingle in his crotch as she squeezed and rubbed him through his trousers. Looking up he couldn't help but stare down the front of Sabrina's dress, as she leant over to stroke his cock through his pants he got the perfect view of her very impressive cleavage and the tops of her ample breasts.

"Well if that's what you want Norman then I will comply," she said, moving to her knees on the floor in front of Norm. Norm gasped in surprise and suppressed the sudden irrational urge to run away, was she really going to do what he thought she was going to do?

Norm gave a moan of pleasure as she started to unfasten the front of his pants. His thoughts were not on his wife of forty years finally about to give him a blowjob, but on this beautiful young fortune teller, about to give him a blowjob! He groaned as he felt her soft young hands touch his cock, drawing it out from his pants and stroking.

"Oh my goodness Norman," she murmured. Norm looked down and was also surprised to see that his cock was hard as a rock, Sabrina's olive skinned hands gliding up and down the erect length of him. He could hardly believe it, perhaps he hadn't been impotent all these years, or perhaps it was the incredible beauty of the young woman on her knees in front of him that had aroused him to full erection, the wonderful feel of her lips, her hands and her full breasts.

"Are you sure you want me to put this thing in my mouth Norman?" Marge asked, a tone of dubious disgust in her voice.

"Yes!" groaned Norm, "don't talk, just suck it!" He didn't want his wife's nagging voice to ruin what could be the sweetest experience of his sixty-six years. The beautiful gypsy leant down, her tongue slipping past her full red lips and gently fluttering over the huge throbbing head of Norm's erect penis. He gave a deep moan at the touch, her tongue swirling over the head and tasting the tiny drop of precum that had emerged there. She made a slight face at the taste, and then once again licked around the end of his cock, treating it as if it were a Popsicle.

"Just relax and do what comes naturally," said Norm, hoping Sabrina knew how to suck cock better than the completely inexperienced Marge and that perhaps some of that skill would naturally emerge if Marge relaxed her hold on the beautiful medium. Norm groaned as her tongue licked down the underside of his hard shaft, slurping its way down to his balls, which she began to gently tease with the very tip of her agile tongue. "Oh that's good!" groaned Norm.

Norm looked down in amazement as Sabrina nuzzled against the base of her penis then sucked one of his tight testicles into her warm mouth, her tongue doing indescribably wonderful things to him. He groaned in delight as she moved over to his other testicle, giving it the same tender treatment. The sultry gypsy then worked her way back up the length of his cock, nibbling and licking 'til she reached the throbbing head, which she kissed tenderly, her lips feeling just as soft and good on his penis as they had against his mouth.

Sabrina then moved her mouth forward, letting the end of his cock pry her lips apart and the hard shaft slide inside her hot mouth. Norm cried out in arousal as he felt his cock actually slip inside the beautiful young woman's mouth, a hot wetness, better than anything he had ever experienced, enveloping him. Sabrina kept moving forward, Norm's hard cock sliding across the length of her tongue as she worked the tight seal of her lips about half way down his penis and the head of his lodged into the back of her mouth.

"Oh fuck that feels so good Sabrina!" Norm groaned in ecstasy. Suddenly the pleasure stopped. Norm looked down, fearing that the busty young woman had regained control of her body.

"Marge!" she snapped.

"Huh?" Norm's lust-filled mind was a bit slow.

"You called me Sabrina," his wife's voice growled, she didn't look happy, although having the lovely woman glare at him with her eyes closed was almost comical. "Perhaps this was a mistake," she said, her face softening. "We shouldn't use this young woman's body like this."

"No wait!" Norm quickly cut in as he saw his chance of a blowjob slipping away before his eyes. "I'm sorry, I just got carried away."

"I don't know Norman - - " she replied suspiciously.

"Please!" Norm almost begged. "I want to share this with you Marge. It feels so good to connect with you again."

"It is me you're connecting with, isn't it Norman?" Marge said a slight hint of menace in her voice.

"Yes, of course honey," Norm said quickly, his cock was so hard it was aching!

"Okay Norman," Marge said after a long moments consideration. "I'll continue, but if I think for one minute that you're taking advantage of this nice young lady - - "

"Trust me Marge, it's you I want," Norm quickly lied. "Now put it back in your mouth."

She nodded and then dipped her head back down into his lap, taking the end of his hard cock into her mouth and starting to gently suck on him.

"Oh yeah, that feels great Marge!" gasped Norm, careful to use his wife's name this time. The lovely gypsy's mouth started to slide up and down his cock, her head bobbing as she sucked on the top end of him, her soft hand reaching up and stroking the base of his cock at the same time, practically jerking him off into her hot mouth.

Unable to resist the opportunity, Norm reached down with one hand, past the sucking woman's head, his hand reaching under her body to cup one of her heavy breasts through the material of her white dress. Norm murmured in appreciation as he squeezed the amazingly large orb, feeling it's weight and warmth as her mouth worked wonders on his cock. The overjoyed Norm slipped his hand inside the front of Sabrina's dress, his cool hand finding her bare breasts beneath, she was not wearing a bra. He gave a moan as he handled first one, then the other large melon, squeezing Sabrina's huge tits as she energetically sucked on his cock.

Norm murmured in appreciation as Sabrina's mouth started to move faster over his cock, her full lips seemed to squeeze against his cock as she rapidly slid them up and down sending shivers through him. His other hand reached down to join the first inside the front of Sabrina's dress, taking a massive, soft melon in each hand and kneading them vigorously. "Oh yeah!" groaned Norm, his fingers sinking into her large boobs, "keep sucking!" Norm gave Sabrina's hard nipples a pinch and then released her breasts, leaning back in his chair and closing his eyes, luxuriating in the wonderful sensations that Sabrina's lovely mouth was giving him.

"Don't stop!" he breathed, reaching for her head and running his fingers through Sabrina's jet-black hair, amazed at how soft it felt. Overcome by lust, Norm's hip lurched up off the seat of the chair, almost of their own accord as he thrust his cock upwards to meet the movements of Sabrina's mouth, the busty gypsy moaning slightly as his cock pushed against the back of her mouth. Norm groaned, using the hands entwined her luxurious black hair to push down on the top of her head and push her lips further down on his cock.

"Oh God!" gasped Norm as he pushed Sabrina's head down into his lap, shoving more of his cock into her hot mouth. Sabrina didn't seem to gag or protest at the invasion, either because she was a skilled deep-throater, or maybe because she had no control over her body. Norm kept pressing down until he felt the head of his cock push into her throat, her lips pressed right against the very base of his cock and her nose in his pubic hair. "Oh fuck!" Norm let out a deep groan as he held her head on his cock, her throat felt like it was squeezing the end of his cock. "Jesus that's good!" he gasped, releasing Sabrina's head. The sultry medium immediately drew back to the head of his cock as he released her and her tongue swirled over the head of him as she held him just inside her mouth.

Norm sunk back in the chair, breathing heavily as Sabrina toyed gently with his cock, he'd never experienced anything like this, she was incredible. With a groan Norm reached out for her again, gripping a handful of her hair on top of her head and dragging her mouth back down his cock. He once again pulled her hard down into his lap, his cock surging right into her willing throat till her chin rested against his balls.

Unable to hold back, Norm held Sabrina's head in both hands and drove her mouth up and down over his cock, pretty much fucking her mouth as if it was a vagina. Sabrina obligingly moved with him, showing no signs of discomfort as the old man used her mouth to satisfy his yearning. He shoved his cock into her throat again and again, her nose smacking against his belly as he grunted and panted above her.

"Oh fuck me!" Norm let out a roar as he pulled Sabrina down on him and he started to cum violently. His hips surged up against her compliant face as his cock spurted directly down the beautiful fortune teller's throat. Sabrina seemed to eagerly swallow all of his seed as Norm orgasmed, cumming like he had never cum before. Spurt after spurt of thick semen burst from his pleasured cock, filling Sabrina's mouth as she swallowed and sucked at him. Norm's grasp on Sabrina's head loosened and she started to bob her head up and down on his shooting cock of her own accord, using her tight lips to wring every drop of his seed from him, her tongue lapping it all up.

Norm sank back in his chair, panting from the effort. He watched as Sabrina gently kept suckling on his still hard cock, her eyes still closed, as Marge possessed the beautiful woman's body. Norm's cock gently pulsed, throbbing on Sabrina's tongue in the final twitches of his climax.

She sucked him completely dry and then made sure to lick his cock clean before finally releasing his now flaccid cock from the warmth of her mouth.

"Did you like that?" she asked, Marge's voice interrupting Norm's satisfied bliss. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand as she sat back on her chair.

"Oh God!" he groaned appreciatively. "That was absolutely incredible," he told her as he stuffed his very spent cock back into his pants.

Suddenly a blissful, exultant expression of relief flooded Sabrina's face and her head started to slump forwards. Then her body twitched slightly and she blinked, her eyes coming open for the first time since Marge had possessed her body.

"She is leaving," said Sabrina, Norm sensed that it was Sabrina's own voice speaking this time. "I can sense your wife's peace." Sabrina frowned as she encountered a strange taste in her mouth, what on earth could that be?

"Wait!" exclaimed Norm abruptly, causing Sabrina to actually jump in her seat.

"What?"

"Bring her back! I need to do one more thing before she leaves," he said urgently.

"Her soul is at peace," Sabrina said, slightly alarmed by Norm's insistent tone. "Whatever was business was keeping her is finished, she moves to the other side."

"No!" Norm persisted, "you must bring her back."

Sabrina nodded in surrender, "very well." The buxom medium closed her eyes and once again reached out for Marge's spirit, making the same strange humming noise she had made the first time she'd summoned Marge.

"What is it Norman?" snapped Marge's demanding voice. "I could feel my soul leaving, why did you drag me back to this limbo?"

Norm breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't too late, "I need one more thing from you before I go," he said.

"What?" Marge asked impatiently.

Damn it, he thought to himself, if he'd just given Marge eternal peace and rest, then the least she could do before she left was help him have some more fun with this gorgeous young gypsy. "I want to fuck Sabrina," he said firmly.

Marge/Sabrina raised one eyebrow. "Norman Palmer you perverted old goat! You did take pleasure from this helpless young woman! How dare you take advantage of the situation?"

"Oh shut up Marge!" he snapped with irritation. "You got what you want, now I want what I want."

"Norman!" Marge gasped in horror.

"Oh quit whining! If you don't do what I want then I won't let you leave."

"You wouldn't?"

"I would," he replied firmly, not giving an inch. "Either you put out or you're doomed into limbo."

Marge blustered for a moment, trying to think of a way out of it, murmuring a few choice swear words under her breath.

"Very well," she said at last.

Norm grinned broadly, actually rubbing his hands together in excitement. "Stand up," he ordered the voluptuous fortune teller. God she looks hot! Norm thought as he admired Sabrina's slim hourglass figure, her flowing white dress clinging to her incredibly sexy body in all the right places. His soft cock actually tingled as he remembered how those large, succulent jugs of hers had felt in his hands.

"I can't believe you're making me do this Norman," came the voice of his wife, making Norm wince.

"Take off the dress," he commanded. "And try not to talk," he added, "your nagging voice ruins the illusion."

She angrily bit her lip and reached behind her back, unzipping the dress. Taking a deep breath she let the gown fall from her body, displaying herself for the horny old man. Norm moaned softly in awe, beneath the dress Sabrina only wore panties, a pair of white satin bikini style underwear that were cut high over the hip, accentuating her long toned legs and perfectly flat stomach. Standing there in only her panties, the beautiful young woman looked like a supermodel. Or perhaps a porn star.

Norm stood up and approached the near naked beauty, his hands rising up to cup and squeeze her large breasts. "God you're beautiful!" he breathed. His cock was already growing between his legs in anticipation of having this gorgeous young woman's body to use as he pleased. He squeezed and kneaded Sabrina's big tits for a few minutes, then leant down and captured one nipple in his mouth, sucking heavily. He moaned as he pressed his face against the firm pillows of her boobs, she was all his!

"Are you gonna fuck me or not?" demanded Marge, eager to be set free.

Norm sighed at the interruption, but his cock was now fully erect again, just from touching this beautiful psychic's rack. For the past fifteen years he'd thought he was impotent, now he'd managed to get an erection twice within minutes for this perfect female specimen.

Norm crouched down in front of Sabrina and peeled down her panties, the gypsy's naked pussy revealed. "Wow," he breathed in admiration. Sabrina, it appeared, liked to keep her pubic hair trimmed. Her pussy was completely bare aside from a thin strip of dark hair above her cunt. He gazed at the young pussy for a moment.

"On your hands and knees," he said at last. Norm intended to fuck this goddess doggy style, something he'd never experienced but always wanted to.

She moved her head as if rolling her eyes, but with her eyelids shut Norm didn't notice. The beautiful gypsy then knelt down facing away from Norm on her hands and knees, her perfect ass presented towards him.

Norm shifted to his knees and shuffled up behind her, taking hold of his hard cock in his mouth. It had been years since he'd had any sex and today he was going to make up for that. Norm placed both hands on the firm cheeks of Sabrina's buttocks and gave the ripe young mounds a tender squeeze, her ass was just as good as the rest of her it seemed. He could spend all day worshipping this beautiful young woman's body, but decided he shouldn't push his luck with Marge, who knows how long the medium could actually hold her soul here.

Unable to resist, Norm bent down and kissed first one smooth buttock and then the other. Norm had been kissing Marge's ass for their whole marriage now he was literally doing it. Giving Sabrina's posterior one more slap he then lined himself up with the entrance to her pussy, visible between the perfect rounds of her ass. With a deep moan of fulfilment Norm pushed forward, slowly sliding his erection up inside the beautiful medium's cunt.

"Oh yeah!" he gave a deep groan as he kept pushing, burying himself within Sabrina, damn she felt so good! Her pussy clutched tightly at his throbbing cock as he eased it slowly back and forth, getting a feel for the wonderful pleasure her womanhood offered him. It had been so long since he had been buried in a woman, and never one so attractive. Despite his recent draining courtesy of Sabrina's willing mouth he doubted he could hold off for long within her pussy.

Norm took hold of Sabrina's slim, sexy hips, using them as leverage as he began to fuck against her ass, his hard cock sliding rapidly in and out of her tight pussy. Norm groaned as he pumped against the gypsy beauty, gazing down at her gorgeous bare back and the sight of the smooth globes of her ass as his cock pistoned between them. The old man leant over her, running his hands up her sides and reaching beneath her to seize her swinging breasts, squeezing and kneading the full, firm knockers as he thrust against her posterior. Norm's fingers found Sabrina's nipples and roughly pinched the hard buds. He then gave the large orbs one last squeeze before straightening up and fucking her with increasing speed and passion, each thrust driving her forward.

"This is so good!" he breathed, ramming the beautiful woman, his balls slapping as he drove his cock deep into her.

"Wh - - what are you doing?" gasped Sabrina, she was breathing heavily, his hard and fast strokes obviously turning her on.

"Fucking you," he grunted between thrusts. "And I said don't talk."

"What's happening, oh my God!" she gasped, her body undulating over his cock, her back arching as Norm bucked against her from behind.

Norm then realized that it wasn't Marge's voice, his wife had somehow slipped from Sabrina's body while he'd been busy fucking her.

"Oh God Norm!" gasped Sabrina, overwhelmed at suddenly regaining consciousness in the middle of being fucked by the older man. "What are you doing?"

"Not - - oh - - much - - ah yeah - - longer," Norm moaned, thrusting even faster.

"Oh God!" Sabrina's head flipped back, her long hair flying as she screamed out in orgasm, her whole body heaving, pushing back onto Norm's pumping cock as she started to cum. "Keep going!" she gasped, almost writhing on Norm's cock.

Encouraged by her apparently positive reaction Norm slammed harder against Sabrina, he could feel his orgasm coming and didn't hold back, driving faster and faster, the friction on his cock immense as Sabrina climaxed on him her pussy clutching at his thrusting shaft.

"God you feel good Sabrina!" gasped Norm, it felt good to be able to call the beautiful fortune teller by her real name without Marge snapping at him. Sabrina barely heard him however, her pussy pushing backwards to meet his thrusts as she moaned and gasped.

Norm gave a grunt and thrust deep, his cock bursting inside the lovely young woman, his cum shooting deep within her.

"Oh Norm!" gasped Sabrina as she felt his cock twitching and pulsing inside her.

Norm bellowed in pleasure as stabbed his cock within her, his eyes rolling back as he orgasmed. "Yes!" he gasped, his buttocks tensing as he spent his load. The two of them moaning and gasping in joint ecstasy.

When he was finally spent Norm pulled out of Sabrina, the naked, buxom medium gasping as his cock left her.

They both got dressed in a somewhat embarrassed silence, neither speaking or meeting the others eye, although it didn't stop Norm from sneaking more than few peaks of Sabrina's glorious body as she got dressed again.

"I - - um - - thanks for helping out," Norm said with a blush. "Me and er - - Marge got things sorted out."

"Glad to help," Sabrina replied as she reached around behind her back and zipped up her dress.

"I'll be off then," Norm said rather lamely as he headed for the door.

"Bye then," Sabrina bit her lip. "Um, Norm?"

"Yes?" he asked, pausing at the doorway.

"If you um - - want to, you know, speak with Marge again then come and see me," she said, smiling.

Norm grinned, "I think I might take you up on that Madam Sabrina."