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My gawd she looked gorgeous as she walked into the bar. I saw her the minute she hit the door.

She was wearing a very short white mini skirt with pleats like a schoolgirl skirt that flowed when she walked. Her long tanned legs were muscled in all the right places with soft tender looking thighs. She had on a pair of high-heeled sandals that did nothing more than to extenuate her sexy legs. She had on a pink silky blouse that was nearly sheer. As she walked, her tits undulated with each step. Her long brunette hair was wavy and shiny. Her make-up was enough to highlight her facial features without looking whorish. She had a complete air of confidence about her.

Every guy and several women in the bar were watching her. She knew she was sexy and desirable.

The best part is that she is my wife.

Caren and I have been married for nine years. About two years ago, we found that she liked showing her body to complete strangers and I enjoyed watching her do it.

It all started very innocently one night when we were meeting at a local bar for some drinks after work and then to dinner. I told her to meet me there about six and at the last minute, my boss came into my office and talked and talked. He finally left about six fifteen and I hurried to the bar to meet Caren. I tried calling on her cell phone to let her know I was running late but she did not pick up. I knew that at happy hour the bar was always very busy and raucous.

I arrived at about seven and my assumption was right. The bar was packed with business people like ourselves letting off some steam from the day.

I finally found Caren at the bar. She had guys hanging all over her. She was obviously enjoying the attention so I found a spot where she could not easily see me but where I could watch what was going on.

Caren had her back to the bar and those long sexy legs crossed in front of her. She was wearing a skirt that was not a mini but was short. Her blouse was a white fabric that had some transparency to it so it showed off the tops of her full breasts and her sexy lace bra.

She had a drink in each hand and a couple behind her at the bar. I’m sure she paid for none of them.

A couple of the guys kept touching her arm, shoulder, and hair as they flirted with her. She was doing her fair share of flirting back by laughing and giving those fuck me eyes to a few of them. Her skirt was slowly riding up on her legs further and further with each drink. The skirt was so high now that I could see her red panties from my position. I knew from experience that it was a sexy little g-string.

She suddenly looked at her watch and excused herself from her throng of admirers. She walked to the back of the bar and into the ladies room.

Suddenly I felt my cell phone vibrate in my pocket. It was Caren trying to call me. I got up and went outside to take the call. I missed the call before I got outside and called her back immediately.

“Hello” she answered.

“I’m so sorry. The boss came in and gave me a last minute assignment. I will probably be here another hour.” I lied.

“Well hurry. I’m getting bored sitting here alone.” She lied.

“I will hurry as fast as I can. Just stay there and have a few drinks.” I responded.

“Well Ok, as long as it won’t be too long.” She replied.

“I’ll be there in about an hour. I love you.” I said.

“I love you too. Bye.” She answered.

“Bye.” I said and flipped the phone closed.

I went back to my spot and waited for her to come out. When she did, it was noticeable that she had unbuttoned one to two buttons on her blouse. It was to the point that she called it “One button past decent.” The tops of her heaving breasts were now clearly visible above the buttons. When she leaned forward, the guys at the bar were getting a clear view of her 38DD tits straining inside the pretty white bra.

One guy then put his hand on her knee I’m sure to get her reaction. To even my disbelief there was none. She acted as if it was me putting my hand on her bare leg.

I wanted to get up, go over there, and put a stop to this. The only problem was that my cock was so hard that everyone in the place would have seen my hard cock tenting out the front of my slacks. I could not believe that watching my wife being a total flirt and having other guys flirting with and touching her bare leg would cause me to get so excited.

The guy on the other side of her seeing that his friend was copping a feel did not want to be left out so her put his arm around her shoulders and let his hand drape over her until his fingers were nearly touching the top of her breast.

She apparently then decided that this was going a little too far too fast. She was feeling no pain from the plethora of drinks that kept coming her way. When she excused herself again she slid off the bar stool and her skirt was pulled up so that the bottoms of her firm tight ass cheeks were showing. She pulled the skirt down and headed to the back of the bar again. I watched her enter the ladies room.

My phone again began aksu escort vibrating in my pocket. I pulled it out and Caren was showing on the caller id. I took my sport coat off and held it in my arms so that it covered my raging hard on and went back outside.

I called her back.

“Where are you? She asked.

“I’m still at work but almost done. I should be there in about forty five minutes.” I responded.

“That is what you said twenty minutes ago.” She said sounding pouty.

“I’m sorry but I am hurrying. Just relax and have another drink.” I pleaded.

“I am already almost drunk.” She let me know.

“I’m sure there are a lot of guys there buying you drinks aren’t they?” I asked.

“Yah, but I would really like for you to be here buying me drinks and getting me drunk so that you can take advantage of me later.” She said.

“Just let the guys ply you with drinks and I will take advantage of you later like I’m sure they are hoping will happen for them.” I said.

She pleaded, “Just hurry I really want to see you. I miss you.”

“I will be there shortly then we will go eat.” I responded.

“Ok, but hurry. Bye” she said.

I closed the phone and went back in before she came out of the rest room.

I could hardly believe my eyes when she came back out. She had removed her bra. Her large tits were freely gyrating with her walk. The blouse was sheer enough that when she passed through the lights you could see her areola and her nipples were poking into the fabric.

She sat back down on the stool and her unbridled breasts did not escape any of the guys standing around her. I was not sure that she had not even unbuttoned her blouse another button. She was sitting directly below a spotlight at the bar. Everyone in the place could plainly make out her tits under her blouse. I wondered if she was aware of how the light was making her top even more transparent. She uncrossed her legs in one direction and crossed them again in the other direction. I was certain that I caught a glimpse of her smooth pussy.

One of the guys then placed his hand on her leg but this time it was not her knee but her thigh. He must have figured the sudden lack of a bra was a go-ahead signal. He tried pushing his hand further up her thigh. He was very near the hem of her short skirt when thank goodness she put her hand on his.

She leaned to him and said something that I could not hear. He did not move his hand away but did stop his advance up her thigh.

The friend on the other side moved in closer and put his arm around her shoulders again. He was close enough that his hand was draped even further over her and his fingers were laying inside her open blouse and touching the top of her breast. He tried to move it further into her blouse and she was busy talking to the guy with his hand on her thigh and did not notice until he nearly had his fingers at her areola.

She quickly put her hand on his and patted it and I heard her say, “Bad boy.”

She used her hand to slide his back up to her shoulder.

My cock was raging hard but it was time for me to make my entrance. I used my jacket to cover up my hard on and snuck out the front door. I stood in the darkness for a moment letting my cock soften before going back in.

I walked into the bar and looked around for her as if I did not know where she was.

She saw me and waved.

I headed for her and when I got there, her attackers had backed off.

She jumped off the stool as her tits bounced inside her shirt.

She hugged me and kissed me, “I’m glad you’re here.”

She leaned into me as she was pretty drunk and whispered in my ear, “Let’s go. I have got to fuck you right now.”

I asked her, “What happened to your bra?”

She replied in slurred speech, “I wanted to surprise you. Now let’s go before I decide to fuck you right here.”

I put my arm around her, she gathered her purse, and waved bye to the guys she had been flirting with.

I could see the disappointment on their faces as Caren and I walked away. We went out the door and headed to the parking lot.

Caren turned to me, kissed me deeply, and nearly choked me with her tongue.

She said, “My gawd I am so fucking horny!”

When we arrived at the car, she turned me around with my back to the car. She leaned her petite body into me and I could feel her hot 38DD tits pressing into me. My cock got as hard as a rock.

She reached between us, felt my cock, and demanded, “Unlock the car.”

I hit the key fob and the doors unlocked. She reached for the back door and opened it.

“Get in now.” She ordered.

I crawled into the back seat and she was right behind me. She quickly closed the door and reached for my zipper. She pulled my cock out of my pants, dropped to my lap, and sucked the entire length of my cock into her mouth. I watched her devour my cock in the parking lot lights. She had never taken me this deep before. I rolled my head back onto the seat and enjoyed antalya escort the oral stimulation.

She quit sucking then climbed over me and straddled me. She reached for my cock and guided it into her extremely wet pussy. She sat down on my cock and she was so wet that when my cock entered her the excessive juices flowed onto my balls. She began grinding and squirming on my cock as she reached for her blouse and unbuttoned it all the way.

She then commanded, “Suck my nipples and suck them hard.”

I pulled one of her nipples into my mouth, sucked hard on it, and let my teeth scrape across it.

Caren moaned, “OHHH FUCK YES!”

She began riding up and down on my cock as much as the confined space would allow.

I could feel the car bouncing up and down and heard, “Go man tap that pussy!”

I glanced back as a couple of guys walked by the car. Caren grinned as they looked in at her riding my cock. It seemed to make her even hotter if that was possible.

I put my hands on her tits, pinched, and squeezed her nipples to the point that I knew it had to be painful but Caren just moaned and kept fucking my cock.

I could tell I was not going to take this much longer as my balls tightened against my body. Caren also knew I was close so she sat completely down on my cock and began grinding back and forth causing my cock to make contact with her clit.

She moaned, “OHHH FUCK! Honey cum with me.”

I rolled my head back trying to hold on but the stimulation was too much.

“AAAAAAUUUUUUGGGHHH!” I groaned as my cock erupted inside her. She kept on grinding.

I felt her pussy tighten its grip on my cock and she began to quiver.

“OOOHHHH MY GAWD!” She exclaimed as her juices flooded my cock.

She leaned against me with her tits in my face. She was breathing heavily as was I. As she was still clutching me, I glanced over at the car next to us. I had not noticed that there were people in it.

“Ah Caren it seems we have an audience” I said into her ear.

She looked over at the couple and it was obvious that the woman was giving the guy a hand job from the motion of her hand. When we had finished her head disappeared into her man’s lap.

Caren laughed, “They must have liked the show.”

Caren pulled her blouse together and asked, “Are you ready to go eat?”

She climbed off my lap and I looked at my crotch.

“I don’t think I should go anywhere like this.” I replied.

She looked at my soaked crotch and pants then laughed.

“Ok, then lets go home and continue this.” She said.

I opened the back door and crawled out. I glanced into the car next to us and the woman was still sucking his cock. Her ass was in the air and he had leaned over her to finger her pussy and ass.

Caren got out of the car and saw what was happening then said, “Honey stop watching that is rude.”

“They watched us I figure turnabout is fair play.” I responded.

The guy saw us looking, pulled his finger from her pussy, and gave us a thumb up sign.

I told Caren to get in and I would take her to her car.

When we got home, we fucked into the wee hours of the morning.

The next morning I asked, “What the hell got into you last night? Not that I’m complaining mind you.”

“Promise you won’t get mad?” she asked.

I was hoping she was going to tell me the truth because I wanted to let her know I was there and saw the whole thing.

She began, “I was sitting at the bar waiting for you and some of the guys there started buying me drinks. At first, I tried to decline but they just kept coming. Then several of them began moving in on me. They began talking to me and I kept drinking. I was getting pretty drunk and several of them kept making advances to me. They kept touching my bare leg and kept trying to cop feels of my tits and thighs. It made me so horny knowing that someone besides you wanted me that bad. One guy kept trying to work his hand under my skirt can you believe that?”

I then asked, “What happened to your bra and panties?”

“I kept going to the rest room to call you and was enjoying teasing them so much I decided to push it further. But, you were even later than I thought so it was getting pushed further than I had expected. I was glad you finally showed up. By that time I was so fucking horny I was going to fuck you right there at the bar.” She replied.

“What if I had not shown up when I did? How far would you have let it go?” I asked.

“I knew it had gone as far as I could let it. If you had not shown up when you did I was going to slip out.” She replied.

I asked, “Did you want to fuck them?”

“Oh no! I want to fuck only you. But, I will admit it was fun teasing them and soooooo very stimulating.” She replied.

“I have a confession to make.” I said.

She looked at me quizzically.

“I was there the whole time. I was watching you with them and each time you went to the ladies room and removed your bra and panties.” I said.

“WHAT?” antalya otele gelen escort She exclaimed.

“I will also admit that it made me very horny and made my cock hard watching you and watching the desire in the guys build. I enjoyed watching them peeking at your tits and trying to get their hands on you.” I confessed.

“You were there watching the whole time and just sat and watched? She asked.

“Yes, I was so turned on. I was also hoping that you were just playing catch and release.” I said.

“What is catch and release?” she asked.

“It is a fishing term meaning you catch the fish then let them loose back into the water.” I answered.

“What would you have done if I had not released and suddenly left with one or more of them?” She asked.

“I would not have let it go that far.” I answered.

“I continued, “Let’s just admit it. We both had a good time last night watching you tease and showoff.”

“It sure made for a fun night afterwards didn’t it?” she asked.

“Oh hell yes!” I responded.

She stared at the wall for a moment then asked, “Can we do it again?”

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

That is how we got to tonight and me watching my beautiful sexy wife walking into a bar by herself.

She had called me at work and asked, “Can we go play catch and release tonight?”

We made the plans on how the night would go down. The game would be over when I heard her say, “My husband should be here any minute.”

Tonight she looked radiant. She went to the bar and selected a stool directly in front of where I was sitting. Her skirt was so short that her as I knew, naked ass was sitting on it. It did not take long after she had ordered a drink for another one to show up. The bartender pointed to a guy sitting at the end of the bar. He got up and walked to Caren.

“Can I join you?” he asked.

Caren replied, “Sure you bought me a drink so the least I can do is chat with you.”

He introduced himself and Caren in turn told him her name. Just then, another drink showed up and the bartender pointed to a guy sitting not far from me. Caren turned and nodded at him. He also got up and sat on the other side of her.

I thought wow these guys work fast. She had only been in the bar maybe ten minutes.

She turned her barstool so that she was facing me. She uncrossed her legs to let me see her pussy. My cock sprang to attention. She then re-crossed them and I could see her ass cheek beneath her skirt.

She continued casual conversation with the two men vying for her attention. I’m sure both of them were hoping they might get lucky with her.

She had about four drinks when one of them placed his hand on her knee. He was slick about it because he was telling her a story and I guess he felt it only seemed natural to touch her as he told his story.

As he was telling his story Caren looked at me and then at his hand on her knee and smiled. The guy on the other side took this opportunity to scoot his stool closer as if he was trying to listen to the story.

When he had finished his story, they all laughed but he did not remove his hand. He made it seem natural as he was laughing to move his hand to about mid thigh. Caren’s nipples got hard at this point.

She uncrossed her legs again and sat like that for a moment giving me a shot of her pussy. I was not sure but I thought I saw a glint of moisture on her pussy lips. Caren has always had a juicy pussy but teasing as she was now made her pussy nearly soaked.

The guys did not let the nipples go unnoticed. Caren was saying something and neither of them were looking at her face. The one was leaning forward so he could hear better but actually was drooling over her 38DD tits with the rock hard nipples.

One of the guys stood up and held out his hand. Caren took it and they headed to the dance floor. The DJ was playing some classic rock and they began to dance to it. Caren is an exceptional dancer and was really moving to the music. Her small flowing skirt was flaring out with her moves revealing the bottom of her ass cheeks. Her unfettered tits were also moving with the music and her nipples were clearly visible through the fabric. Her dance partner was not moving much and was taking in the sight of Caren’s body. Her body was drawing attention from everyone. The guys and gals at the bar were watching her dance.

The DJ then went to a more modern song and Caren began moving to it. She turned away from her partner and looked at me as she bent slightly over and was grinding her ass into his crotch. He grabbed her hips and pulled her to him in a simulated fucking motion. Caren then twirled around and put her body next to his as she moved against his body.

She was beginning to perspire and her skin was glistening under the dance floor lights.

The DJ then slowed the music and her partner quickly pulled her to him. Their bodies were rubbing against one another as they danced. He put one hand on her hip and the other at her side. As the music continued, he slowly but surely let his hand slide onto her ass. His other hand was continually moving to the side of her breast.

Suddenly his hand was at the hem of her skirt. His fingers were lying against the flesh of her round little ass cheeks. His other hand was now nearly embracing the side of her breast. She did not bother to move either of them.

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Outside the restaurant, I said, “Now we get you a little bit drunk.”

She guffawed. “You think I need help getting wild?”

There was a line of Taxis queued in front of a hotel on the same block, so we went over and stood in line. It was a short wait to get to the front. As the next cab was pulling up, I opened my shoulder bag and pulled out a bra and a pair of panties.

She looked at them with surprise as I shoved them into her hand, along with a twenty dollar bill. I leaned in quickly and whispered, “Put these on in the cab. Tell him to go to 45th and Lexington. There’s a bar there, Hutton’s. They let drunk girls dance on the bar. But you probably want to be wearing underwear. Now you have a place to tuck your ID card. And the bra is for… well… they collect bras.”

“You’re sending me to a meet-market?” She seemed excited by the prospect.

“Yeah. Go into Hutton’s, flirt and tease, drive everybody crazy. I’ll pretend not to know you.”

The hotel valet was holding the cab door for her, and eyeing her covetously. She held up the bra to eye level, and grimaced. “This is going to look a little dumb. I’m supposed to be bare under this dress.”

“Just close the dress up some. Probably people will think you’re strange, or they may feel a little sorry for you, being so desperate or out of touch. Besides, if you want, you can get out of it soon.”

She kissed me softly. “See? It’s about humiliating me.”

“Maybe a little,” I smiled.

She slid into the cab, all leg and chest and gleaming skin. The valet lingered over her as he held the door. She turned back and leaned past him, saying, “But I just thought of something. I don’t ever get humiliated anymore. How weird is that?”

The valet closed the door on her, and let out a big breath. “Dreamboat,” he told me.

I leapt into the next cab, and gave my cabby the same directions. It was almost a straight shoot to Hutton’s, so I knew the cabs would stay close to each other in traffic.

I kept my eye on Carol’s cab as we flitted through the traffic. We were pretty close for most of the trip, and I watched as Carol leaned back from talking to her driver. I couldn’t see much through their rear window, but I saw the back of her head, as her back straightened. I saw the straps come off her shoulders.

When her dress was off (I guessed), I saw her head dip down. For a fraction of a second, I caught the tips of her breasts, as she arched her back against the seat — pulling her panties up.

Then I saw her throw her head back and laugh. They were at a stoplight, and her cabby was turned around, talking to her. He had a big smile on his round face; he was a heavy man with curly red hair, and he seemed quite comfortable having a college co-ed changing clothes in the back of his cab.

Carol held up her bra in the spray of lights, and then shrugged into it. I’d picked it out earlier that day, with the underwear. They were both white and lacy. The bra was semi-sheer, fastening in front.

When we pulled up beside them for a moment, my cabby gave her a wolf-whistle. Of course he had noticed her.

“I wish there were more like her,” I said.

“Me too!” he sang, and laughed.

I watched as Carol slid out of her cab, and then tried to hand her money to the cab driver. He wouldn’t take it.

She spun on her toe, and stepped unwaveringly into the crowded bar.

The meet market

I paid my own cab driver (no freebies for me!), and got out. Though it was still quite early, the bar was packed, to the extent of spilling out into the roped-off area in front. There were tables and chairs on the sidewalk, all of it full of boisterous New York twenty-somethings. Handsome men and drop-dead gorgeous women in tight little outfits.

I eased into the crowd, and made my first priority the procurement of a pint of stout. Something I could sip for a long time before I had to visit the bar again. The bar was jam-packed, with a haze of cigarette smoke. Music was blasting in a continuous assault on the eardrums.

Carol was near the bar, already surrounded by several guys. Her bright blonde hair, piled in ringlets, was like a traffic light for guys. She could have entered wearing a turtle-neck sweater and jeans; they would have jumped on her no matter what she was wearing. Next to her open smile and friendly willingness to meet your eyes, the other girls in the bar seemed over-serious or even furtive. It goes to show, a willing smile is a lot more attractive than a showy outfit. But her outfit helped.

Someone had bought her a drink — it was something that she didn’t normally order for herself. She was shouting in people’s ears, and they were shouting in hers, leaning in over her. She’d fastened the brooch on her dress so it was tighter, but the V in front still, at times, pulled open to below the clip that fastened her bra in front.

The fact lara escort that she was finally wearing a bra didn’t seem to change men’s behavior in the slightest. When she leaned over, or twisted at the waist they still gawked in a way that was hilarious to watch. I started to understand Carol’s viewpoint, how going with or without a bra in daily life made little difference… guys stared no matter what.

I eased in closer, to try to listen to their conversation. When she noticed me there, I just pretended to be one of her admirers. The guys around her seemed to know each other, and they gave me the cold shoulder rather than talking to me. That was fine — I was content to play the solitary weirdo on the fringes.

“My name’s Easy,” she she seemed to be telling the guys. “E. Z.”

They all lit up at that. Three of them simultaneously leaned in to deliver bad jokes. They were in their zone: They were drunk enough that they knew they were immensely clever, and Carol was so pretty they knew she simply had to desire them.

Throughout the conversation, she built up more of a story. She told them she went to a city university, but didn’t say which. She told them she was pre-med. She told them she’d heard about this bar, where you could get your bra nailed to the wall if you took it off. She said she had some guy friends who were always trying to get her to come here, to Hutton’s.

“We’re always going out and getting drunk, and they always end up trying to get me here. I’m like, ‘I’ll dance anywhere. In a club, on top of a bar. I’m Easy!'”

They loved her. They asked, did she go out a lot?

“Oh, yes,” she laughed. “My family was really controlling, so when I finally got away to college, it’s like I’m on a mission!” She had everything but the all-girl Catholic high school.

“Is your name really Easy?” one of them asked.

“E.Z.” She spelled it out. “Elizabeth Zaftig Watkins.”

She continued, “But at school, everybody called me ‘Easy,’ and it stuck. I always wondered why, but the football team never told me.”

“You gonna lose your bra tonight?”

“Depends if there’s a good song!” She raised her arms, and started dancing to the music. Other people in the bar were grooving too, but there was no real dancing as such. In her tight ring of guys, she could do little more than gyrate in place. Her circle watched appreciatively.

One of them bravely reached out and snagged her dress with a finger. He pulled the V over her breasts open slightly, revealing the semi-sheer lace of her bra. He grinned suggestively at her, and she smiled back, still dancing. The guys craned their heads to see.

Thus far, she was only acting flirtatiously. Nothing a normal girl wouldn’t do. Who wouldn’t be flattered by a guy who couldn’t restrain himself from reaching out? Well — most girls, maybe. But Carol was unique.

I leaned in, shouting to be heard over the music. “You have got to be the hottest girl in here tonight!”

Her face lit up, and she smiled at me without any hint of recognition. “Thank you!” she cried, and leaned forward. She gave me a kiss on the lips.

I acted stunned, though I’d kind of expected it.

She spun back to her other friends, and started dancing again. “Sorry if I surprised you!” she yelled over her shoulder. “I get really kissy when I drink!”

“I think you’re beautiful too,” said the one who’d hooked her dress open. He seemed to be the smartest, or the least drunk. He caught on the quickest.

“Then — mwwwah!” She danced up and kissed him too.

Their reserve broke. As she gyrated around, their hands were on her back, her waist, or her cheek. They leaned in to talk to her, and often ended up kissing her cheek. Anybody who kissed her got kissed back, on the lips.

The lights were getting slowly dimmer as the crowd got wilder. A few girls in tight jeans and tighter tops were helped onto the bar. To raised hands and guttural screams, they twisted and spun among the glasses like go-go dancers. I watched them like a hawk — I was turned on by any public display, not just Carol’s. That’s how we’d gotten started, so long ago — by discussing the ripped-up jeans of a woman on the sidewalk in front of us.

One of the bar-dancers finally raised her shirt. The noise from the crowd redoubled in intensity. This caused the other girl to pull her shirt out of her jeans, and raise it up over her bra. The two of them shared a dynamic. They didn’t seem to know each other, but they fed off each other’s moves, each escalating as the other tried to catch up.

They had wide, loose smiles on their lips, their eyes were glazed — they weren’t seeing individuals in the crowd, just the crowd itself. The crowd’s attention was a strange, distorted feedback, which grew in each girl until their movements became jangly. The crowd was, in fact, controlling serik escort them. (This is my theory. I can only project.)

Then the first girl reached up and unsnapped her bra. It opened in front. It flew open, and there were her breasts, swaying unrestrained below her shirt. Whistles rose from the crowd.

So the other girl unfastened her bra, and slid it out of her shirt. She swung it over her head like a lasso. They looked so hot. If I’d been there alone, I’d’ve been ga-ga and speechless the whole night. I’d’ve returned to Hutton’s as a place of worship, alone, with a note-pad. I really am that desperate and uncool. Just by standing and watching, cheering and shouting, my febrile masculine brain could basically will women to strip in front of a massive audience.

I finally glanced over at Carol. She was rapt, staring at the bar-dancers with a sort of hungry expression, with an edge of something else — distain! She told me later: “It wasn’t hot seeing them half-naked up there. It was hot seeing how they had given control to a crowd of strangers. They were basically following directions up there. The first girl out of her bra — I saw her boyfriend telling her to do that. So there are others like us out there! Like a secret society!

“And,” she continued, “the girls weren’t nearly dirty enough. They missed out on so many opportunities. I mean, if you knew you’d be dancing on a bar, why would you wear jeans and not a skirt?”

Carol wasn’t noticing the guys around her. They were staring too — but they hadn’t forgotten the gorgeous blonde twisting around in their midst. She was dancing between two guys, and they were feeling her ass rock and sway as she moved. They were getting a pelvis-workout, as they held onto her and did the “man-dance”… rocking inertly as she did all the work.

Her hands were above her head, and as they shifted her around, their hands brushed over her breasts. A few times at first, and then for longer. Carol noticed not at all — not even when their hands were motionless and she was still dancing, basically rubbing her breasts across their hands.

As I watched, another guy came up behind her. In the press of the crowd, it was probably easy for her to dismiss it. He was standing much closer than he needed to, with his lap against her ass and his nose in her hair.

Carol was oblivious, or at least, she didn’t let on that she knew what was happening. Then I realized I was catching a glimpse of her daily life. The girl had no personal space anymore.

I marveled at her. For myself, I needed to actually like and feel comfortable with a person to even just say hello in the street. But Carol didn’t need anything at all before she could relax with people rubbing up against her and breathing on her. She didn’t need names, she didn’t need to converse, she didn’t even need to see a guy’s face. She seemed to have no boundaries at all, no trigger that engaged her defenses, no line that couldn’t be crossed.

She danced on, eyes fixed on the girls on the bar, while the three guys around her attached themselves to her swiveling body and copped merciless feels off her chest, ass, arms, stomach and thighs.

The girls on the bar finally got down. The braver one — she tossed her bra to one of the bartenders, to a chorus of cheers from the crowd. The bartender made a big production of lifting it above his head, and then hooking it on the back wall. The multi-color bras of other bar-dancers heavily festooned the wall and the rafters of the ceiling, making it look like a very strange coral reef.

Bar dancing

“Wow!” said Carol pointedly. “That looks like fun!”

Her circle was immediately interested.

“You want to go up there?” one asked.

“If the song is right, why not?” said Carol. “I think I should take this bra off… it doesn’t go with my dress.”

“But you’ll come back to us when you’re done?”

“If I can find you again,” she teased.

They (we, because I was sort of in the group) closed around her possessively. “We’ll keep track of you.”

She looked around at the masculine faces above her. Her face was open and without guile, but she still asked, “You really think I should go up?” (It was her pattern, asking over and over when she’d already decided.)

“Hell yeah!” said one guy.

“Do it, Easy! Do it!” cried another.

A new song was starting up — “(You) Rocked Me All Night Long” — seriously danceable. Carol studied the crowded bar, looking for the stairs (she later told me). Her new friends took her arms and lifted, basically propelling her forward. The bartenders saw her immediately, and pulled her onto the bar. With her hands on the bartender’s shoulders, she scooted up, getting the last boost from no less than three hands on her ass.

In less than five seconds, she was standing above the crowd, antalya escort giggling down at us. We were chanting, “Ea-sy! Ea-sy! Ea-sy!”

She half-closed her eyes and started swaying. The lights lit up her white silk dress, the wrap parting down her front as she twisted her shoulders. Her legs were apart, for added balance, with her elevated clogs planted firmly on the wood. She was so close to the track lighting, that the white silk seemed to glow. The white of her panties and bra reflected even more light, standing out in stark contrast to her darkly tanned skin. She looked like she was in lingerie. She looked otherworldly.

Soon the whole bar was screaming at her. The bartenders were working like machines at high speed, grabbing, un-topping, and sliding beers onto the counter, their eyes flickering up to her whenever possible. Money and liquor flowed across the counter-top, some even being passed between Carol’s muscle-y legs. A bar like this, with girls like Carol dancing on the counter, was a license to print money.

When the prelude stopped, the guitar and drums kicked in with a wall of sound. Carol began moving in earnest. I’d never seen her dance before, and she’d never dragged me out to a dance club. But I supposed girls might practice in front of the mirror — either that, or they’re born to it. But there are good dancers, and fucking incredible dancers.

Some women merely swivel their hips, gyrate, rock the shoulders: baseline dancing, entrancing enough when you add the T her toes clenched white in the clogs. She thrashed, she arched her back — stuff that, if I’d tried to do it, would give me severe muscle soreness the next morning. She never lost her balance. I didn’t know it then — but she was practicing at home. She was already practicing to become a stripper, even then.

In short, Carol was good, and we all wanted to bear her children. Like with the girls before her, people were reaching out to her legs. She couldn’t have taken a step, but that was okay, because navigating the crowded counter-top in her clogs would have broken the spell. She ignored the people directly below her, and how the dress split up her parted thighs.

She simply thrummed with the music, like a giant tuning fork for the whole bar, resonating with everybody’s libido.

Before long, everybody was chanting, “Bra! Bra! Bra!”

The word reached her, and her smile grew. She nodded, and suddenly flipped open her dress. The V of her dress caught on the outsides of her breasts, and she was now dancing with her top open.

The crowd’s cheering redoubled. It was a mad-house — I was getting pushed from behind, as people pressed forward to get closer to her. She was the whole package: the tiny dress that split up her thigh and down her front, the undergarments glowing underneath. Her pneumatic curves. She was eye-glue for every guy in the bar.

“Off! Off! Off!” we chanted.

One hand drifted to the bra’s clasp between her breasts. The crowd hooted and cheered. Carol was smiling broadly now, her huge gleaming smile that always made everybody love her. Her fingers twitched, and a hundred-fifty men screamed like they’d been stabbed.

Until then, nobody had been sure if she was just a tease, or would actually open her bra. The bra snapped open, and in a second she had it off and hanging from her hand. Her breasts swayed heavily in counter-time to her dancing, two perfectly-formed orbs completely lit by the lights above the bar. Nothing hidden, certainly not the hard little points of her pink nipples.

For the last minute-and-a-half of the song, she danced on the bar with her dress open over her chest. She half squatted to pass the bra to a bartender, who held it up for everybody to see. Hands stroked her thighs, and even plucked at the hem of her dress, until she stood again.

The song ended with Carol holding the hem of her dress in her hands, lifting it to her waist to the split uncovered the entirety of her underwear. The lines of the lacy panties, with the curves of her muscled stomach and the little detailed curves in the fabric over her vagina, made her snatch look so clean and enticing that I wanted to launch myself at her. Me and the rest of the world.

She dropped the hem, letting it slide over her legs, and stared down at the crowd, breathing hard. Everybody was cheering and shouting. She held out her arms to her friends, who stretched up to help her down. For a moment, she was crowd-surfing on the forest of hands. People were even holding up dollar bills to her, which made her laugh when she saw them.

Back on her feet in our little circle, there were still hands coming through to pat her on the back, stroke her hair. Fingers were running down her arms. It was close to impossible to tell where Carol ended and the hands began. Some of the admirers were holding out shots to her, the reward for bar-dancing.

She soon gave up trying to reach for the shots. She just put her hands above her head, and let herself get passed around from embrace to embrace, while anonymous hands poured the shots in her mouth. Little rivulets of vodka and tequila ran down her chin and neck, intercepted by the tongues of the guys around her.

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This is a work of fiction. It’s a multi-part story and is more for connoisseurs of erotic stories and not for those looking for quick and explicit sex. It’s best to start with part 1.

***

After feigning sleep and eavesdropping on my parents it was time to experience being nude properly. I yawned loudly and stretched before opening my eyes.

“Hello sleepy head!” said my mother smiling at me.

I looked at her naked body and still couldn’t quite believe what was happening. “How long have I been asleep?” I asked.

“About an hour or so” said dad.

My mother asked “How are you feeling, was the drink too strong for you?”

“Maybe, I don’t know, I just nodded off.”

“Probably a combination of jet lag and alcohol!” laughed dad.

“Do you feel up to exploring the resort?”

I hesitated and mum could tell I wasn’t yet comfortable with the idea of being naked amongst others, she quickly added “Or, we could order some room service and just stay up here for a bit.”

“That sounds good and now that you mention food I’m I feeling really hungry.”

Mum smiled and jumped off her sun lounger. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her body and she smiled as she noticed me watching her every move. She walked into the room with her hips swaying provocatively and my penis quickly hardened. I looked at dad and saw him watching me. He smiled and said quietly “Your mother’s a beautiful woman, don’t be ashamed to show your appreciation!”

I blushed and turned back as I heard mum returning. She walked towards me and handed me a room service menu, she smiled at my erection and said “you seem to be hungry for more than food!”

I was embarrassed but laughed at her joke along with dad. Reading the menu made me even hungrier and I quickly chose a hamburger and chips, with my parents going for a seafood platter. Dad went inside and phoned in our order. My erection remained and I caught mum staring at it a few times before she said “Jack, don’t you want to go and take care of that? Isn’t it getting uncomfortable for you?”

I blushed and asked “Um, you mean masturbate?”

Mum smiled “Yes, or if you want I could help you.”

My mind was racing as the implication of her words sank in. I was about to reply when dad returned “It’ll be about 30 minutes.”

He noticed the tension between the two of us and said “Did I interrupt something?”

“I was just telling Paul he should get some release.”

“Your mother’s right, it’s not good to stay hard for so long.”

I was blushing furiously and stood up muttering “I’m going to the bathroom.”

“Jack, wait, don’t be embarrassed it’s perfectly normal and my offer still stands.”

I was tempted to accept but everything was happening too quickly, I shook my head “Thanks, maybe next time.”

I closed the bathroom door and stepped over to the toilet, raising the seat. I put some lotion in my hand and went to work. It felt strange touching myself with my parents just outside, knowing exactly what was going on, but I soon forgot about them and closed my eyes enjoying the sensations. Images of my mother’s naked body flew through my mind and I imagined what it would feel like to have her touching me, would she use her hand or maybe even her mouth? My cock swelled and I moaned as my orgasm hit and I splattered a huge amount of ejaculate into the toilet bowl. I wiped down the errant drops that had hit the lid and seat and then flushed the evidence away. I washed my hands and used a towel to give myself a quick wipe between the legs before returning to the balcony.

I felt embarrassed as I joined my parents but, apart from a quick glance at my now flaccid penis, there was no other reaction. I soon relaxed and began to enjoy myself. We talked about the resort facilities and they told me about what they’d seen so far. Amazingly, I totally forgot the fact that we were all sitting outside naked. A chime sounded and dad said “That must be our food!

He stood up and went inside, returning a few minutes later followed by a slim but curvy young woman pushing a trolley. I panicked for a moment as I realised she would see me naked and made to cover myself. Mum anticipated my reaction and put her hand on my knee, shaking her head and whispering “It’s OK Jack, don’t cover yourself.”

I forced myself to stay as I was and tried to relax. The girl introduced herself as Janet and smiled at us as she pushed a trolley between the sun loungers and then began to convert it into a table. I took the opportunity to study her more closely and realised she was very attractive. Her uniform consisted of a white, buttoned blouse and a rather short black skirt. Her ebony skin was smooth and glistened in the sunlight. As she bent over to retrieve a tray from within the trolley I caught a glimpse of the top of her untethered breasts. They were about the size of a small grapefruit and looked very appealing. If one more button of her shirt was undone I was sure I would have been able to see her nipples.

To my horror I felt the unstoppable onset of another erection as my penis rapidly antalya rus escort inflated. I knew that lying on the lounger would make it unmissable so I quickly sat up, hoping it would not be noticed as it lengthened between my legs. Janet was still busy and thankfully didn’t seem to be aware of my predicament. I observed as she crouched down to retrieve the lowest tray and was treated to a view up her short skirt. Her smooth, slim legs were parted slightly and I could make out the white lacy fabric of her knickers. My cock throbbed and I felt some pre-cum ooze from its tip.

As she stood holding the tray I saw her look at my crotch and smile slightly. I was sure she could see my boner and, although embarrassed, I was also excited by the fact that she was the second woman to see me this way. She continued working but I caught her glancing between my legs a few times and could also detect two obvious bumps in her shirt that I was sure hadn’t been visible earlier. When she was done, she smiled and wished us an enjoyable meal before taking her leave. My eyes followed her as she walked away and I found the view of her curvy bottom encased in in the tight skirt enchanting.

My dirty thoughts of what she would look like naked were interrupted by mum saying “Um, that looks tasty!”

I spun around to find her looking at the plate of food and not Janet’s bottom, despite this I was pretty sure her double entendre had been no accident. This was confirmed when she caught my eye and winked “Janet’s a very pretty girl.”

I blushed and nodded without replying. Dad joined us and we started eating. My burger was delicious and I wolfed it down in record time and then lay back to enjoy my drink. I’d totally forgotten about my erection until dad laughed and said “Wow, I must try the burger next time!”

I laughed and felt so comfortable with my exposure that I made my cock bob about by clenching my pelvic muscles. Mum almost chocked on her food as she laughed while eating and dad quickly handed her a glass of water. She drank rapidly and some of it dripped down her chin and onto her chest. I watched as the drops of water trickled down over the slight bump of her breast and then onto her nipple, tantalisingly hanging there for a moment before falling to her lap.

Dad had been watching the same thing and I held my breath as he leaned over and licked mum’s nipple before sucking it into his mouth. Mum moaned and turned towards him, placing her hand on his head then breathlessly saying “Oh Philip!”

My penis throbbed and released some pre-cum as my parents got more and more intimate in my presence. After a few more sucks, dad pulled back drawing the breast out before he slowly let the engorged nub slip from between his lips. As her breast sprang back I was stunned to see her nipple was now bright red and almost twice the size of the other one. My mouth watered at the sight and I licked my lips wondering if I’d get the opportunity to do the same.

Mum’s face and chest were flushed as she playfully punched dad’s arm “You’re terrible Philip! Now I’m all hot and bothered like Jack!”

We all laughed again and I stretched, enjoying the feeling of absolute freedom. I never could have imagined I’d be so comfortable being naked around my parents and I already knew for a fact that this was a life changing holiday that could only get better. Mum and dad continued eating but they were definitely both acting frisky. There was a lot of touching, feeding each other and kissing and I was pretty sure both of them were getting very aroused. I enjoyed watching them and had to resist the urge to touch myself.

My suspicions were confirmed when they both stood. Dad had a raging boner and both mum’s nipples were erect and her smooth pussy lips looked engorged and moist. “You’ve got to excuse us Jack” said dad, taking mum’s hand and pulling her towards the room. Mum giggled and said “You can watch if you like!”

I was in shock at her suggestion but quickly stood and followed them. Mum was already lying on her back with dad’s face between her legs. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing and sat on the edge of my bed staring at them. Mum smiled at me but then closed and eyes and groaned in ecstasy. This was too much for me and I reached for my penis taking some of the liquid dripping from its tip and spreading it over my shaft.

Mum was now moaning continuously and wrapped her legs around dad’s back. She took hold of her nipples and pinched and pulled on them as her body shook. I started stroking in earnest and watched as she got closer and closer to her first peak, letting my cock go as it hit her. She screamed loudly and flopped about on the bed before collapsing and panting. Her legs unclasped and fell to the bed as she still shuddered with some aftershocks. Dad lifted his fluid soaked face from her crotch and sat back with his hard cock protruding before him.

Without acknowledging my presence, he took hold of mum’s spread legs and lifted them onto his shoulders as he shuffled forwards. I looked closely belek escort as the tip of his penis made first contact with mum’s pussy. This was it, I was about to witness real sex! Some people may be put off at the thought of seeing their parents make love but not me. It was such a privilege to be allowed to observe the two people in the world that meant the most to me, sharing their love for each other.

Mum’s hand slid forwards and took hold of dad’s cock. She dipped it into her pink opening a few times, collecting some of her fluids, and then rubbed it over the small bump that I recognized as her clitoris. She moaned as she moved it back and forth making the small protrusion appear and disappear. It soon became too much for both of them and dad grunted as he pulled back slightly. Mum responded by moving his cock back to her leaking entrance and releasing it when it was snugly embedded.

I felt mum’s eyes on me as dad pushed forwards but I couldn’t look away from the sight of his thick shaft slowly disappearing within her. My hand resumed pleasuring my own penis as I imagined what it would feel like to penetrate a woman in this way. When dad was all the way in he paused and glanced at me smiling as he saw me stroking myself.

He turned back to mum and pulled out before thrusting in again. I could hear the slap of skin on skin and wet squishing sounds as he repeated this action over and over. Mum started making a kind of growling, purring sound that I’d never heard before. I was extremely erotic and my hand froze, squeezing my shaft tightly as I tried to avoid coming. The volume of the sounds increased as dad raised the tempo of his thrusts. My own crisis averted, I joined in and matched his rhythm as I pumped my own cock. I could tell from their actions that it wouldn’t be long and was proved correct as dad literally began bouncing up and down on mum in an uncontrolled frenzy.

Mum screamed loudly as her second orgasm hit and it was followed by the loud grunting of dad as he froze. His hips twitched as he unleashed his load deep within her. I felt my own orgasm approaching rapidly and jumped to my feet, releasing my cock just as it began to erupt. Considering I’d only come a short while earlier I was surprised by the volume and ferocity of my ejaculation. My cock bobbed up and down as it fired each volley of sperm across the floor between our beds with some even hitting my parents.

My penis remained hard as the last drops oozed out. This had been the greatest orgasm of my life and I stared in wonder as my dad pulled himself off mum. His flagging penis emerged bit by bit, coated in thick white juices and by the time his tip plopped out it was covered by his foreskin and followed by a river of semen. Mum’s pussy remained dilated and looked beautiful, I wanted nothing more than to plunge my face or penis into it but dad beat me to it. I watched with envy as his tongue stretched out, licking from the bottom to the top. Mum gasped and her eyes flew open when she felt his touch.

She started at dad and then looked at me with glassy eyes before they focused on my still erect penis. With a lazy smile on her face, she reached out towards me. I was too far away so I moved closer and once in range her hand grasped my sensitive cock. “Oh…” I gasped as I felt the first touch other than my own. It felt so different and so much better! When she collected some of the still dripping semen and massaged it over the tip I groaned loudly, causing dad to look up.

For a moment I thought he’d be angry seeing his wife touching his son in this way but he smiled and went back to work on mum with renewed vigour, keeping one eye on action. He must have done something right as mum squeezed my cock tightly and moaned “Oh, yes, Philip! Right there!”

She closed her eyes and her body shook in ecstasy. She looked so beautiful and I knew I would never tire of seeing her orgasm, I just wished I could be able to give her such pleasure someday. Her hand released me and she looked totally sated as she lay spread-eagled on the bed. Dad disengaged and looked at me with a grin on his wet face as he licked his lips. He crawled up next to mum and gave her a peck on the cheek before lying down beside her.

I stood looking at my parents as they lay before me and couldn’t get over the love and attraction I felt for them. It was such a privilege to have shared this moment and hoped I could be part of their love making again in the future. Mum smiled at me and shuffled closer to dad, patting the space on the bed next to her “Come and lie down Jack.”

I smiled and did as she asked. Once I was stretched out next to her she rolled onto her side and I felt a nipple touch my arm. She stroked my hair and said “Are you OK?”

I nodded “It was amazing!”

Both of them laughed and dad asked “Have you ever seen anyone make love before?”

“Only on the internet, this is totally different.”

“Better I hope!” said mum.

“Much better, I can’t believe it!”

Mum gave me a kiss on my cheek and draped one leg kepez escort over mine, her thigh bumped against my erection and I could feel her wet pussy on my leg as she said “You’re still so hard, didn’t you come?”

“I did but it was so exciting watching you I didn’t go soft!”

“Can I help you?”

I swallowed and nodded in agreement.

Her hand moved from my head to my cock and she took hold of it and began to gently stroke up and down. “It feels different to yours Philip, the skin is somehow tighter.”

Dad’s head popped up over her shoulder observing her action with interest. He moved a hand onto her hip and slid closer.

I gasped as mum’s fingers moved over my sensitive and rather dry glans. Mum looked at me and said “Sorry, I think you need some lubrication!”

I was expecting her to stop but to my delight she leaned forwards and took the tip of my penis into her mouth. “Ahhhh” I groaned as her tongue lathed across my glans coating it with saliva. When she was done she lay down beside me again and resumed stroking my now slippery penis. Her technique was different to my own but I could tell she knew what she was doing. It wasn’t long before I was panting and thrusting up with my hips. Mum’s timing was impeccable and she squeezed my shaft tightly just as I climaxed. I could feel my penis throb as my third load of the day was shot through the compressed tubes high into the air.

I’d never ejaculated with such force before and it even seemed to impress my parents as both of them said “Wow!” simultaneously. The white fluid shot almost a metre into the air, hung there for a second and then relented to gravity and rained down over my belly, crotch and legs. The next shot was equally impressive with the third only oozing over mum’s hand. She relaxed her grip and my organ slowly tipped over as it began to soften. I watched as mum moved her hand to her mouth and carefully licked every drop of my semen from it. “Ummm, it tastes just like yours Philip, just a bit sweeter.”

I was even more surprised when her hand returned and her fingers scooped some more off my belly and then offered it to dad. He didn’t hesitate and sucked her fingers before saying “You’re right, it tastes really good.”

“How about we shower together and then go for a look around?” said Mum.

Dad and I were in agreement and we got off the bed together. Mum took my hand and then dads and pulled us into the bathroom. The large shower had plenty of space for all three of us. Mum started off washing me and it felt great having her rub shower gel all over me taking special care to wash my penis and even between my ass cheeks. When she was done I helped dad soap her up. He did her back and I took care of her front. It was the first opportunity I had to actually touch her properly and I loved the feeling of her soft slick skin beneath my fingers. I could tell she was enjoying it almost as much as I was, especially when I played with her nipples and between her legs.

Of course my penis recovered and was fully erect again when the shower was over, dad laughed “Ah, the joy of youth, those were the days!”

We dried each other and then went outside to pack up the room service trolley. Even though it was performed naked with my parents, the mundane task made my erection fade and it was barely noticeable under my robe. After putting on hats and sun glasses we were good to go. We left the trolley outside our door and then headed for the lifts. I was nervous but excited at the same time as I realised I was soon to be naked amongst strangers. After having just experienced such intimacy with my parents this should be a walk in the park (excuse the pun!) and I was confident I could handle it.

My heartrate increased as we stepped out of the lift one level below the lobby. My parents led the way to a changing area with lockers operated using our room card. They quickly removed their robes and hung them up. “Come on son, time to get naked!” said dad as he waited for me to hand him my robe. I took a deep breath and removed my only covering. It felt strange standing in a semi-public place naked and I looked around nervously as dad grabbed some towels. Mum put her hand on my shoulder and said “Relax Jack, I promise you’ll enjoy this!”

I nodded and she asked “Do you want to visit the pool first or head for the beach?”

Thinking back to the photos I’d taken earlier of the pool, and the number of people I’d seen there, I opted for the beach thinking it would be less crowded. Mum took dad and me by the hand as we walked out of the building into the bright sunshine. We followed the signage to the beach and after about a minute encountered the first other guests. Mum squeezed my hand and whispered “Just relax” as they came closer.

With sunglasses hiding my eyes I was free to look closely. There were five of them walking towards the hotel and they seemed to be together. In the lead was a couple that looked to be in their fifties. The man was balding and rather overweight with a large patch of greying pubic hair above a rather small uncut penis and equally hairy, loosely dangling balls. His partner was more pleasant to look at. Her large breasts swung slightly as she walked and were topped by surprisingly small nipples. Between her legs she was hairless and her pussy was just a crack with no visible lips. Judging by their seamless tans and confident walk they were seasoned nudists.

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I am a 38 year old male in good shape and average looks. Recently I and a 38-year-old female co-worker (Noreen) were sent to White Plains on business. Noreen is above average as far as looks are concerned. She has a nice shape and a pretty face. We have worked together for the past 8 years and in the last year and a half have had to work much closer, sometimes well into the evening. I have developed quite an attraction to her. Unfortunately, as far as this is concerned, I have been married for ten years and Noreen has been involved with a man for about 16 years. I have no interest in leaving my wife but that doesn’t make the attraction any the less.

Anyway, we flew to White Plains and arrived at our work place late afternoon. The dress was determined to be ultra casual so both of us were wearing shorts (gym shorts, the short kind) and T-shirts. Our work kept us busy until 4:00am when we drove to our Hotel (I had rented a car).

Naturally we had separate rooms but luckily they were both on the fourth floor. Hers was down the hall to the right of the elevator and mine was around the corner to the left.

When I got to my room I couldn’t sleep, partly because of still being worked up from the job we had just finished, and partly because of muratpaşa escort the fact that I knew Noreen was getting ready for bed only 40-50 feet down the hall.

I turned on the TV and found that they offered adult movies, you know the type, softcore, you don’t see anything but you know what they’re doing. I stripped for bed; I never wear anything, and chose one to watch.

Something else I need to add, I have recently found a site NUDE-IN-PUBLIC.COM which contains pictures of women posing in public completely nude. We’re not talking about flashers, these girls drive into gas stations, fill up their cars and pay inside, all nude, go to discos, parks, alongside roads, etc, all wearing only their birthday suits. It’s been quite a turn-on.

So here I sat watching these people on the TV naked and happy and I decided I would do something I have wanted to for along time. I grabbed my room key, still totally naked, and walked out the door and down the hall. My heart was pounding because I didn’t want to get caught by either Hotel personnel or any of the others of my co-workers that had come down at different times and could show up back at the Hotel at anytime.

Since my room was at antalya anal yapan escort one end of the floor, I didn’t have much choice on which way to go so I started walking towards the elevator. I had just gotten past it when the elevator bell sounded signaling that it was arriving on my floor. I knew that there was no way for me to get past it and back to my room in time so I looked for a place to hide. Lucky for me, right next to the elevator was a small room with both an ice and soda machine. I ducked around the soda machine and waited.

Shortly the elevator door opened and a couple got off. I thought my luck was going great when I heard them take a left down the hall towards my room, away from where I was hiding. Since I had to wait for them to get to their room before I could return, I continued down the hall away from them and towards Noreen’s room. My heart was now pounding out of my chest. I got a ways down the hall when I heard someone coming down the hall around the corner. I was trapped. There was no way I could get back to the vending machine so I ran to Norene’s room and knocked quickly on the door. It seemed like forever before she asked who it was through the closed antalya merkez escort door. Just then a man came around the corner and stopped when he saw me standing there nude. I told Noreen it was me and I needed help fast. She opened the door and I pushed past quickly and closed the door.

Image her surprise when she realized I was naked. She covered her eyes, turned around and asked me if I was crazy. I had to explain what I was doing and why. While I was explaining she turned back around to face me. I was surprised. I was disappointed to see that she was wearing a T-shirt to sleep in but thought she looked lovely with that freshly woken look on her face.

After I had finished my explanation and assured her I was not there to attack her, I asked if we could just forget about this and not tell anyone. She said no problem since it would be hard for her to fully explain her allowing me into her room at that hour.

Then I got a brainstorm. I asked that since she was seeing me naked, if she would be willing to return the favor. She first looked at me and smiled and I thought my wish might come true but then she said “Nice try” and asked me to leave.

I opened the door and looked out and the coast was clear so I said Good Night and walked back to my room with no more problems.

Naturally I couldn’t get to sleep thinking about everything that had happened and ‘not’ happened that I sort of wish had.

That wasn’t the first time I have gone nude in public, not the first time that I have been seen, but it was the first time I was seen by not only someone I know but someone I work with every day.

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I suppose my ambition ever since school days was to see my teacher, Miss Peters, Miss Julia Peters, nude. As young schoolboys, we all had a crush on Miss Peters; she habitually wore short dresses and temptingly sat on the front edge of her desk, long tanned legs crossed. She thought we were hanging on her every word, in truth, we were just trying get a glimpse of her knickers as she crossed and uncrossed her legs rewarded with the occasional flash of white and the very rare glimpse of black. Tommy swore he saw blue ones one time, he was prone to bragging, none of us believed him.

I blame Miss Peters for my onset of voyeurism, I spent many years trying to catch girls flashing their knickers or undressing. All good things come to an end and mine came when I was caught peeping through a hole into the girls changing room, I was getting an eyeful of Vicky stripping off when the school caretaker caught me, viciously twisting my ear as he marched me off to the Headmistresses Office. She suspended me. Personally, I wouldn’t have minded bending over and receiving my punishment, Mrs Saunders was quite sexy, for an older woman, no way in Miss Peter’s league but I’m sure a few whacks would have given me a stiffy.

For a few long weeks, our small town was famous for two things, me – the peeping tom -and the annual Pageant. Word spread like wild fire about me and the peeping hole, none of the girls would talk to me, I became ostracised by virtually everyone in the town and moved away just as soon as I could.

Our town on the Welsh borders had a great community spirit bonded by a tradition passed down from before the Middle Ages; the bi-annual pageant, resurrected in an upsweep of all things Celtic by my Mother and ably assisted by the sensual Miss Peters, commemorated the slaughter of twelve hundred monks from the monastery at nearby Bangor-in-Coed, in the opinion of Æthelfrith, King of Northumbria, they were supporting the wrong side. Over the last two decades, the Pageant had become an almost national event covered by media and bringing numerous tourists to view the procession and visit the ruins of the monastery. Mum, by the time I left school, had effectively handed the organisation over to Miss Peters and was complaining to me during our weekly telephone conversation about how the cost of staging the Pageant had spiralled out of control; I was only half listening, my eyes caught by a small item in the newspaper, National Nude Day had taken place yesterday. Mum was saying how she didn’t know how Miss Peters would raise the money to stage the next Pageant.

It is funny how ideas creep up on you. I didn’t link the two events immediately, but something lodged in my brain and fermented slowly until one night I woke in the dark suddenly completely aware of how I would get to see Miss Peters in the nude; and not just her, but every snotty girl who called me a pervert and shunned me after the peeping episode.

I work as a photographer’s assistant; well what did you expect, this way I get to see more nudes and believe me, I have seen a few. Life is grand, though I hanker to see Miss Peters in the flesh and Vicky, and Katie, and that little blonde honey Susan Miles who married that prick Tommy – God alone knows what she saw in him; I had a strategy, I just had to play it out and hope I could pull it off.

– – # – –

Some months later.

“Molly? It’s Julia, Julia Peters.”

“Hello Julia, how are you?”

“I’m fine. Look, I’ve received a strange letter, can I call round later, and I’d like to see what you make of it.”

“Of course you can dear, I’ll expect you after school.”

Julia spent the day teaching with her mind dwelling on the letter she had received, she knew of Spencer Turnik, admired his work in a perverse sort of way. She saw nothing pornographic in the naked human body, in all its multitude of forms. In fact, the idea of staging the Pageant naked appealed to the sensual side of her nature and she felt a small tingle between her thighs she would have liked to attend to, had she not been facing a class. The promise of money would solve a multitude of problems and ensure the continuity of the Pageant proper for the next decade. The problem would be how to ‘sell’ the idea to the town.

She arrived at Molly’s and walked around to the back where she knew she would find Molly in the garden.

“Hello Molly. The garden looks wonderful.”

“Hello Julia dear. Yes, it’s looking lovely at this time of the year.” Molly straightened from where she was weeding a bed of border plants and stood to face Julia. She was wearing a bikini and, at what must be close to fifty years old, she looked very trim.

“Well, you look quite lovely yourself! Getting a top up on the sun tan?”

Julia’s mind flashed an image of pulling Molly’s bikini pants down and burying herself in her muff. She had kept her sexual inclinations well hidden and dated just enough men for the town antalya sınırsız escort not to suspect her true desires. Now past her mid-thirties she knew just what she would like to do with Molly, given the opportunity. She heard herself thinking ‘If I can pull this off, I’ll see just what Molly’s hiding in there.’

Molly blushed, “Well, make the most of the sunshine, we get little enough. What do you want to talk about dear?”

“I received this letter this morning, the long and short of it is a famous photographer wants to pay us a large sum of money for the rights to photograph the Pageant.”

“Oh Julia. I am so happy for you dear. That is just what you need. How much is he prepared to pay?”

“Twenty thousand pounds.”

“My gosh. It is an awful lot of money; the Pageant will be solvent for years. Well done Julia, I’m so proud of you.”

“I didn’t do anything Molly, the letter arrived out of the blue; but there is a catch to it.”

“Yes, well there was bound to be for that amount of money. What does he want you to do, dance naked for him?”

Julia laughed, “You don’t know how close that is. He is Spencer Tunick, he specialises in photographing groups of nude people. He wants us to stage the Pageant with everyone naked.”

“Oh my.”

“Molly, he is a perfectly respectable photographer. Internationally famous, it wouldn’t be sordid or rude. And the money, I don’t need to tell you how important the money would be.”

“I’m not sure my Robert will want his little dinkle on public view; though personally, I feel as if I have been training for this for years. It’s like the calendar thing the Women’s Institute did. How exciting.”

You don’t know just how exciting, Julia thought, there is many a woman in this town I would enjoy feasting my eyes upon, if I can only persuade them, it will keep me on a high for months.

“Mr Tunick is proposing we do this as a purely private event on National Nude Day, he say’s that will make it easier for people to participate. What do you think Molly, should we arrange for the committee to meet?”

“Yes, we should certainly discuss the proposal, the money alone will get people thinking. What does he plan to do with the photographs?”

“He says the photographs will form part of an exhibition of his work to be shown in a gallery in the autumn. I have a whole list here of other projects, including one at the Saatchi Gallery opening in 2003. Here, he sent some photographs of other events, very tasteful, nothing improper.”

Julia handed a sheath of photographs to Molly and watched her eyes crinkle with interest as she leafed through the glossy black and white pictures.

“Oh these are very nice Julia, he captures the shapes of bodies beautifully, very artistic.”

Julia shrieked inwardly at Molly’s ineptitude. These were not ‘nice’ or ‘artistic’, but sensual exotic images expressing the sinuous curves of buttocks and breasts, just a tuft of pubic hair or a smooth cleft curving inward, here and there a flaccid prick looking for all the world like a worm the Robin had pulled up, penises were lost on Julia who feasted on plumb breasts, puckered nipples and round arses. She actually wanted to get home and relieve some of the tension that had been building all day; pity Molly couldn’t help her, though I can always hope, she thought.

“I don’t think anyone could object really, it is an art project and as you say Molly, very tasteful.” Just as I am sure you would be if you gave me half the chance, she told herself.

“It’s a good job my Bobby isn’t around, after the dreadful Peeping Tom business, we must make sure not a word of this leaks outside of the town. If Booby were to turn up, I would be mortified. I’ll phone around the committee members dear, and arrange a meeting, we can hold it here.”

“Thank you Molly, I knew you would see this idea for what it is.”

“Oh believe me Julia, I’m really excited about this, it is a pity it is not National Nude Day today, we could practice, I’m at least halfway naked already.”

Julia noted the twinkle in Molly’s eyes and wondered if she was being teased or led-on suspecting Molly, with whom she had spent a very great deal of time, was aware of her proclivities. As much as she felt an urge to explore this possible invitation Julia wanted the nude Pageant more and chose discretion over desire knowing middle aged housewife Molly would be crucial in winning round the opinions of the townsfolk. If she wants to explore, there will be plenty of time, and excitement, later.

– – # – –

Mum thinks I work in a restaurant, I didn’t want her worrying about me working in a photographic studio, she would have imagined the worst, and been absolutely right. I always arrived at work before Chris, the photographer, and anyone else. Everyone assumed I was hard working, really, it gave me a chance to toss off to some of my favourite pics; it had become a morning ritual.

Being at work early, I dealt with the mail and anxiously scanned each day’s delivery for ‘the letter’. About two weeks döşemealtı escort after I wrote to Miss Peters, I received the reply I had been praying for. In principle the committee had agreed to Tunick’s request, little did they know Tunick was completely unaware, our office had represented itself as his London Agent, now all I had to do was bring the others into the scheme.

Chris who owned the business was easy to persuade, a few years older than me and gifted with a camera in his hands, he caught on to the idea. Thought it would be a great gig with some possible fringe benefits, fanny fringe I think he had in mind; I have lost count of the number of women he has bedded. His only concern was the legal implications, he had a mate, a lawyer, and said he would speak to him, get some ideas.

I spent a couple of anxious weeks waiting for Chris to sort out how to proceed; his lawyer mate drafted a waiver letter every participant in the nude Pageant had to sign. It was a masterful piece of writing making Chris’s business the legal entity, once the participants signed up the photos could be used for exhibition and promotion purposes. Now Chris had to visit the town, meet with the committee and push the project forward.

I wrote another letter to Miss Peters on Chris’s behalf requesting a meeting and bit my nails to the bone waiting for a reply. Eventually her reply came suggesting a meeting on a Sunday twelve days away. Time was getting tight now, less than two months to National Nude Day and I briefed Chris on who he was likely to meet. He started to get fully involved in the project taking a professional interest, studying Tunick’s work to develop ideas and plans so he could convince the meeting of the seriousness of the project. On the appointed day, I went with Chris to a nearby town where he left me and drove on for the meeting. The next four hours were the longest of my life.

– – # – –

Julia and Molly had worked hard on convincing the committee to stage the nude Pageant, an anticipation hung over the town as the day approached to meet with Chris, the frisson almost palatable, none more so than in Julia who had taken to studying the women in the town with added interest and though her thoughts always returned to Molly, she allowed her mind to explore the endless possibilities around her. Julia was surprised by the many volunteers for the nude Pageant many of them former students; should could not help but wander her eyes across torsos, breasts and bums as she met them in the street, seeing the excitement in their eyes, feeling the tingling in her groin, her orgasms had become tremulous affairs brought on by a fear the arrangement may collapse. Molly didn’t help, she had taken to becoming almost sluttish around Julia one day wearing nothing but a skimpy housecoat when Julia called to see her not bothering to cover herself and fully aware of the discomfort she settled on Julia. The pair reached an unspoken understanding there would be an encounter, when all this was settled.

On the Saturday Julia called at Molly’s house to go through the list of points to be raised at the meeting. Molly let her into the house just wearing a black bra and skimpy panties.

“I’m sorry dear, you arrived before I was dressed. Are you feeling ok?” She said as she led Julia into the sitting room.

Julia, already on an erotic high almost went over the edge as she followed Molly’s cute silk clad bottom into the house and involuntarily rubbed the back of her hand across her pubis.

“Oh Molly, you are so beautiful!” she spluttered, unable to control her words.

“Well I try to keep fit and firm. The truth is I’ve never felt so sexy, it’s this nude business of course but I think I’d like to try other things, I’m not sure I have the courage.”

She looked intently at Julia as she said this, making sure she had her attention. She saw Julia rubbing the edge of the folder she was holding across her fanny, not sure Julia realised she was doing it.

“If you need to do something about that ‘itch’ don’t mind me, in fact I’d quite like to watch. I’d like to play with you, but I think I’ll just watch this time.”

Julia was already raising the hem of her skirt and leant back into the sofa, skirt hitched, legs spread. She didn’t speak, just watched Molly’s eyes watching her fingers moving in and out of her pussy squelching with each thrust. It didn’t take long; she wanted to cum so badly and rocked her head back as the orgasm took her.

Molly licked her lips, “Wait there dear, I’ll fetch some tissues.”

Julia sat with her fingers cupping her slit hoping she wasn’t dripping on the sofa. Molly knelt in front of her with a hand full of tissues and gently started to wipe through the crack of her bottom up to Julia’s lips. Julia moved her hand away and opened herself to Molly’s ministrations taking tissues from the box to clean her fingers. Molly focused on what she was doing fingering Julia’s puffed up lips through the tissue, wiping away the moisture.

“Smell’s nice. Maybe next time you will let me do it.” Molly said.

“That konyaaltı escort would be nice, when?”

“After the Pageant, Roberts going to be away on business. Maybe you could visit for the weekend.”

“I’d like that. I didn’t know you felt like this.”

“I wasn’t sure myself until just now. I’ve been thinking about you a lot, I’d like to know if I want a female lover, Lord knows I need sex and I’m fed up with Robert, no imagination. He thinks sex is something he has to do on a Sunday morning, just before he washes the car.”

They did eventually get around to discussing the next days meeting.

The meeting started at 11.00 o’clock. Seventy-two people willing to participate, roughly two thirds female. Ages ranged from nineteen to sixty-seven. If Bobby had been in the hall, he would have been delighted to see Vicky, Katie, and Susan willing to display their charms. Chris took a couple of pictures of the assembled crowd for reference and distributed the waiver forms for everyone to sign. He also handed over a cheque for ten percent of the fee, an advance he had obtained from a newspaper. The atmosphere was one of excitement and apprehension; there was no doubting the enthusiasm for the project.

Julia who had spoken to Chris on his mobile over the previous three days had agreed to take him out to the monastery ruins where the nude pageant would take place, so he could view camera angles. He had passed himself off as Tunick’s London assistant; he would be responsible for directing most of the photo shoot.

Chris’s ability with the camera was in no small part due to his natural ability to put women at ease. Not particularly handsome, his lean and rugged countenance exuded confidence. He never lacked for sexual partners; meeting so many women in the course of his work, he took risks, liberties others stepped back from and charmed his way into their underwear with camera or cock in hand.

Out at the monastery site he turned his full attention to wooing Julia firstly by acting the consummate professional intent of seeking camera angles playing the part to the full. After photographing the ruins from every angle, he turned his camera on Julia taking a few quick shots of her leaning crumbled masonry.

“Hey what are you doing?” she asked, really quite pleased he had finally turned his camera on her.

“Fancy undoing a few buttons for me.”

“No!” she laughed, tempted by the idea.

“Come on. I’ll be seeing you starkers in a few weeks, just undo your shirt buttons.”

Within fifteen minutes, Julia was naked sprawled in the lush grass and stones. The coolness of the grass against he back and the photographer at her front excited her more than she cared, it was an age since she had a prick inside her. It was tempting.

“Squeeze your breasts together Julia, pretend you want me, yeh that’s it you look really sexy. Open your legs a little. Oh, looks a little damp. Excited?”

About thirty seconds later he was in her, grinding her backside into the grass while she gasped and pulled at his hair trying to work him further into her. He felt her cunt tighten around his prick and the old familiar sensation as he pumped into her while she breathed is short sharp pants. He slowly collapsed onto her licking at her nipples feeling spasms of excitement run through to her cunt.

“Fuck me again, slower this time. It has been an age since a man fucked me.”

“I can’t believe that, you’re gorgeous.”

“I prefer women, but you’ll do for today. Now fuck me again, show me what a man can do.”

This was all Chris needed to hear to get him fully erect again and he set about bringing Julia to a slow climax; he loved a challenge and determined to put on a show, just the notion she was ‘bi’ made him horny. Twice her brought just to the edge easing back, teasing, until she fastened her legs around him and pulled him deep into her rocking her hips off the grass to meet his thrusts. Exhausted she lay back, Chris beside her, feeling their juices seep out down across her bottom, content to enjoy the sensation.

“Got any tissues?” she asked.

“Yeh, a camera man always has tissues, got to keep the lenses clean.”

“Well clean me up, a girl likes to be cleaned afterwards.”

Julia loved to have her cunt touched, looked at. She insisted with all her girlfriends they clean her afterwards, just as Molly had done.

She spread herself to his touch and gaze blissfully aware of his fingers investigating just as much as cleaning, enjoying his close inspection.

“You seen enough?”

“I’m just getting started.”

Good, she thought, and gently pushed his head lower so he would know what was required.

She watched swallows swooping over the stones against the clear blue sky running her fingers through his hair trying not to think of his tongue probing, lips nibbling wanting to enjoy the rough texture of his beard against her skin whilst his mouth worked on her. Chris enjoyed going down on women, loved the sweet salty taste and the texture of juice-laden flesh. His hands went under her bottom, cold and damp from the grass, raising her cunt to his mouth and a finger found passage to her anus rubbing across the ring still slick and wet. She started to push at his mouth wanting him to eat her delighting in his strong tongue lashing across her cunt up to her clit and she came again for the third time, always stronger this way, male or female, she didn’t really care whose mouth fucked her.

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Over 21, the words were stamped in red ink across the back of my hand for everyone to see. Branded, I was. I shuffled along with the rest of the herd until I caught Traci’s eye and what began as smiles, evolved into full fledged giggles for both of us. We held up our hands and interlaced our fingers, sealing in our sisterly bonds with the still wet red ink. Yes, we were over 21 years of age but we still had what it took to turn a man’s (and woman’s) head. After the hulk of a bouncer took our money and stamped our hands we made our way deeper into the club.

It took a while for my eyes to adjust to the darkness of the club. Smoke hung heavily in the air as our gaze swept over this den of debauchery. It was 11:00 pm; the more experienced dancers were just making their way to the stages. I have to admit, this was all Traci’s idea. After all, tonight was her 30th birthday and we were determined to have some fun. The past year had been hard for my best friend; she was going through a painful divorce and turning 30 so I wanted to make this evening special, one that we’d never forget.

Traci and I had been to so-called “gentlemen’s clubs” before, watching the beautiful women undulate and seduce with their raw sexuality disguised by smooth gracefulness. The club we’d chosen this evening was very upscale and catered to mostly affluent businessmen and a few couples. There was always the usual assortment of bachelor parties and the rowdy crowd that went along with them but for the most part, the clientele was rather subdued. This evening seemed different though, there was electricity sparking in the air although at the time I didn’t know why.

At Diamond’s there are five circular stages; each elevated about four feet in the air. Each stage had about fifteen chairs set up around it. Trancelike music surrounded us as soon as we sat down at the biggest stage in the center of the club. The beat throbbed and pulsed as women in various forms of dress and undress slithered and pawed their way across the stages.

“Hey look,” Traci said as she nudged me and pointed toward a large poster on the wall, “it’s National Nude Day; they’re having an amateur striptease contest to celebrate.” I could tell by the gleam in her eye and flushed cheeks that she was intrigued.

“No way, there’s no way you’re going to get me up there.” I whispered back into her ear as a new dancer took to our stage.

The dancer at our stage was a dark-haired goddess named Autumn. She was dressed as a little school girl complete with a red plaid miniskirt and cropped white t-shirt. She wore white knee socks with her 6-inch platform stiletto heels. Her long, soft, chestnut brown hair was pulled up into two ponytails which completed the look perfectly. She worked the stage going from person to person, meeting their gaze intensely as if she were on the prowl. The smoke in the room swirled obscenely around her body, as if each tendril were fingers caressing her.

I noticed Traci uncross her legs and lean back, she looked incredible tonight. At 5’9″ the short skirt she’d worn only accented her already extremely long tan legs. Her short blonde hair was spiked and there was an aura of confidence about her. She was a tattooed and pierced edgy woman but I also knew the sensual, introspective side of her that most people never got to see. We’d been friends since college and had seen each other through good times and bad. It was refreshing to see her so radiant and sexy tonight.

I was distracted from my thoughts by the sound of Autumn’s stiletto heels clicking past us. The techno music pounded overhead and a coy little smile appeared on Autumn’s pouty pink lips as she would entice a customer to stand and be subjected to her whims. Traci and I watched spellbound while she asked a big burly man to stand up. The beat of the music shook the room as she slinked down onto all fours in front of the man. She flipped up the back of her flirty little skirt and backed up to him. Through her silky g-string panties her warm pussy was pressed hard against the noticeable bulge in his pants. She arched her back and began bucking and flailing her pony tails like a bitch in heat while bouncing so hard against his cock that he temporarily lost his balance and stumbled backward.

Of course, all the men at the table loved seeing this sexy little waif of a woman cause the huge bear of a man to lose his balance, along with his self control. She may have looked like a lamb but there was no doubt that she fucked like a lioness. Just then, she pushed up and stood. Her back to the man, she bent over slowly at the waist as she slid her schoolgirl skirt down over her sexy, toned thighs. Her tight ass was near his face and I could see the perspiration forming on his upper lip. He reached out and ran his hand over her warm skin. From where I was seated I could see her eyes flutter slightly as she ran her hands up under the tight white little t-shirt, pulling it over her head and tossing it aside. Was she getting turned on? I couldn’t help aksu escort but wonder to myself. I sat transfixed, watching her seduce this man. I wasn’t sure if she was getting turned on but the warm wet sensation between my legs left little doubt that I was.

“Thanks for being such a good sport, you’re a sweetheart.” She said to Mr. Bear with her breathless sexy voice, as he wiped the sweat from his lip with the cuff of his perfectly starched white dress shirt. He roughly shoved a wad of dollar bills into the sides of her g-string with his sweaty, sausage-like fingers.

As the song ended and another began, Autumn turned and swiftly pulled the money out from her g-string, tossing it into the middle of the stage atop the already mountainous pile of bills she had acquired.

The beat began again and I inhaled deeply as she turned to me. She sauntered my way and I noticed how truly beautiful she was. Those girlish pony tails framed a lovely face with large dark expressive eyes. Glistening with perspiration her breasts were not large but very natural looking with perky pink nipples jutting upward. She had the toned athletic legs of a dancer and I could tell that she knew how to turn on the charm. She slithered down onto all fours again and began crawling toward me. I could feel my face flush as I felt the gaze of so many people staring at us. It was strangely exciting and erotic for me.

She crawled over to me like a cat; I could smell her intoxicating perfume wafting around us as she narrowed her eyes and leaned forward. Her face was just inches away from mine as she began nuzzling her cheek against mine. The vixen purred into my ear, “You’re so sexy; I wish you’d dance with me.”

“I just couldn’t, I’d be too embarrassed.” I stammered back.

“Don’t you want to join me, up here, elevated from the rest of the world?” She taunted.

I had to admit, the thought of all those people watching me was very exciting indeed. I’ve always had an equal appreciation of both exhibitionism and voyeurism.

“You and your friend are so sexy together; you should enter the National Nude Day contest.” She continued trying to entice us.

Being the adventurous type, Traci was all for it. She begged and pleaded with me to join her but I just agreed to offer my cheers and whistles tucked safely in the shadows.

“Why don’t you two meet me outside the door marked ‘Dreamgirls’ when my shift is finished in 10 minutes, I’ve got something to show you.” She said with a wink.

Ten minutes later we were standing outside the Dreamgirls door when suddenly Autumn breezed over to us. “Come with me.” She said while holding the door open.

I couldn’t believe my eyes when we entered, there were unbelievably sexy women sitting around fixing makeup, spraying and teasing hair, putting on costumes and reapplying lotions and perfumes. “Hey Autumn, I see you found some contestants for the National Nude Day Contest.” A busty blonde with a raspy voice called out to our newfound friend. “Yes, I’m going to give them a few pointers.” Autumn said as she giggled and winked at us again.

She turned to Traci first and gave her a long look from head to toe, “Come here hon, you’re quite a bit taller than me but I think I’ve got just the right costume for you.”

I couldn’t believe this wonderful woman was going to actually share her costumes with Traci but I suspected that the contest wasn’t getting too many contestants so she was only trying to make the evening more profitable for the club. Whatever her motivation, I knew Traci was having a fun time and that’s all that mattered to me. Autumn took Traci’s hand and pulled her toward a back room.

“Are you ready Jessica?” Autumn yelled to me when Traci was almost dressed and ready to make her grand entrance.

Traci came around the corner and I gasped. She was wearing a tiny red, white, and blue bikini with thong bottoms and only two gold stars held together by skimpy strings covering her very large breasts. Every step she took made those breasts jiggle and strain harder to get out. She’d even changed into some of Autumn’s shoes and was now towering over all of us. She looked hotter than a firecracker on the fourth of July.

“Hey Jessica, why don’t you let Autumn pick something out for you,” Traci pleaded, “just for fun.”

After seeing Traci’s miraculous makeover I couldn’t resist the temptation. “Okay, but only for fun.” I replied.

Autumn once again disappeared to the back costume area with a devilish grin on her face. I heard her emerging from the costume area before I actually saw her. What was that sound? Was it leather, rubber, maybe vinyl? She draped a sexy policewoman costume over the back of the chair. It was latex and made scrunchy sounds each time it was touched.

“Try it on, sugar.” Autumn purred.

I went into the back and undressed. I slid the tight blue top on, wiggling my ample breasts upward amazed at the cleavage this outfit antalya escort created. I pulled the skintight black skirt on; it fit like a glove but was so tight that it was definitely a no panties type of outfit. I pushed my wet g-string panties down over my thighs and stepped out of them. The skirt had a slit in the front that ended perilously close to my bare pussy. I grabbed the shiny silver badge and pinned it to my left breast area. Tossing my long straight silky brown hair, I put the leather police hat on. The final prop was a long, black nightstick that hung at my side. I turned and looked into the mirror for the first time. The costume fit my petite frame perfectly. My long hair cascaded over my shoulders while the hat accented my high cheekbones and full lips.

“Oh my.” I sighed breathlessly.

I teetered out in the heels that Autumn had selected for me, they were a little large for my size 6 feet but nonetheless they made my legs look fantastic. “Jessica, you look so fucking hot!” Traci struggled to get the words out, one by one, slowly emphasizing each syllable.

“Well I do think we’ve got two gals here that are ready for the stage.” Autumn said as she clapped her hands together and giggled like an excited little school girl.

“What do you think; will you help make my birthday a memorable one?” Traci pleaded with her best sad puppy dog eyes look. I melted.

“Okay, I’ll do it.” I said shyly.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” a loud booming voice came over the speakers, “this lovely Monday evening of July 14th is National Nude Day and what better way to celebrate than to have an amateur striptease contest.” The crowd erupted in a flurry of applause and whistling. A man that had obviously overindulged in libations slurred out “Bring out the nekid girlssss; I wanna see some hot pussy!”

Traci and I peeked out the door and were excited to see that the crowd has tripled in size from what it had been. It was a mob out there, and obviously they wanted to see some ‘hot pussy’, I cringed. We stood in the shadows watching while one then another amateur dancer was called to the stage. Those girls danced their hearts out but this crowd was rowdy and hard to please. The next girl was announced and I watched a statuesque blonde with a dazzling smile and quite possibly the largest boob job I’d ever seen walk to the stage.

“Oh no, we’re never going to beat that woman.” Traci groaned.

Blondie stood there poised and waited for the music to start. As the beat began she started moving in a robotic side to side motion. She looked awesome as long as she stood totally still. I had to muffle my laughter when she actually attempted to moonwalk across the stage. When the song ended there was some light applause then a heckler yelled out “Hey Blondie, I’d fuck ‘ya as long as you promise not to ever dance again!” followed by raucous laughter.

“Okay girls, you’re up next.” Autumn said as she kissed both our cheeks and gave us some last minute preparation. She put her hands on my breasts and gave my nipples a playful tweak and reached around and gave my ass a slap before doing the same to Traci. “Now go out there and make me proud; and remember tonight that you’re above that crowd. I want you to savor that feeling.”

We teetered toward the stage in our borrowed costumes. By now the crowd was in a feeding frenzy and eager for a show. Our bodies glistened under the spotlights as we were announced. “Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we have a special treat for you. These two lovely ladies are from right here in St. Louis and one of them is a birthday girl.” The crowd once again erupted into applause. Mr. Heckler leered at us with his drunken gaze. “Contestants number 4 and 5 are Jessica and Traci.” The announcer said as we took our places.

The music began and Traci pranced forward like a thoroughbred, one long leg extended in front of the other. God, she was so sexy. I listened to the music pound and its hypnotic beat drew me in while Traci and I began dancing with one another. Our arms were wrapped around one another while we looked into each others eyes. I leaned forward and kissed her passionately while our breasts rubbed together. The crowd went crazy. We broke free from our embrace and slithered down to our knees. We both crawled catlike to opposite ends of the stage, our limbs stretching and backs arching like pussies on the prowl. Traci worked one end of that stage like a pro while I snarled and purred at the customers seated below. I looked into the faces of those men and women and saw exactly what Autumn had seen. Lust, their passion was written all over their faces. I pushed up so that I was on my knees, spreading my legs wide revealing my bare pussy to the crowd. I gyrated and danced, arching my back and running my hands over my breasts, it was nasty simulated fucking and the crowd was going insane.

Just then I saw Traci prancing toward the shiny golden pole located in the middle of the stage. antalya otele gelen escort Don’t do it, I thought to myself. No one had even attempted to pole dance during the amateur contest and I wasn’t sure that this was a good idea. She leaped onto that pole like a pro and wrapped those beautiful legs around it but evidently she had put too much lotion on her legs so she lost her grip on the pole. She slid ungracefully down the length of that rod and landed with a thud on the stage. The force of the fall caused her already perilously covered breasts to break free and the tiny strings holding the golden stars of her costume snapped. Her massive tits poured forth as the crowd erupted in cheers and whistles. Closing her eyes seductively she simply reached up running her fingers through her spiked hair, down her neck and over her large breasts. Her nipples were large and stood proud and erect for the world to see.

I strutted across my end of the stage and looked down at a man that had been bragging earlier that evening about being there to celebrate his 21st birthday. He looked up at me and licked his lips. I knew there was fire in my eyes; I wanted this man to fall under my spell. I reached up and began shimmying out of the top of my police uniform. I spread my legs wide as I pulled the latex over my head and tossed it back away from the stage. My breasts bounced as I danced closer to him, my hands roaming over my body. I knelt down and nuzzled my face against his while whispering in his ear, “Hon, would you like me to get you a drink?”

“What, um, sure I guess so.” He stuttered.

I laid down on my back and kicked off one stiletto heel and extended my foot over the side of the stage. I dipped and swirled my bright red toes into the icy liquid of the drink that he’d been sipping. I raised my leg high in the air as I spread my thighs and knew that at least 20 people were getting a peek at my wet slit.

“Open your mouth, sweetie.” I commanded.

“I have your drink all ready for you.” I sneered as I commanded him to lick the sticky sweet concoction off my toes. He licked and sucked like a hungry baby. Hoots and hollers were erupting as I giggled.

I stood and wiggled back into my shoe and turned toward Traci, there was something I’d been dying to do since first seeing this costume. Traci took my cue and glided toward the center of the stage, meeting me.

“Well hello you little birthday vixen.” I teased as I reached for her. She spread her thighs and I could feel the heat coming from her pussy as she ground her hips against me. Our bodies were covered with perspiration and our hands roamed over each other’s bodies as we kissed and rubbed our naked breasts together.

I helped her lay down on the stage as I kneeled on all fours above her. I crawled over her body starting at her head, my mouth found hers and I kissed her deeply. My tongue pushed past her lips and she moaned into my mouth as I roamed her body with my hands. I moved farther down the length of her body kissing and nibbling as I went. My tongue reached out and flicked across her nipples and I felt her body shiver as I moved into a 69 position. I vaguely heard the roar of the crowd. I buried my face between her legs and reached out with my tongue, running it over the material of her bikini bottoms and inhaling the warm wet scent of her pussy. Rising up, I tossed my hat off as my long hair spilled all around her legs. Tossing my head from side to side I pretended to eat a piece of the birthday girls pie, I know most people have cake but this year I was having pie.

I pulled her up roughly up and smiled slyly at her as I reached for my nightstick.

“Bend over.” I hoarsely yelled to her over the roar of the crowd.

I put one hand on her back, bending her over farther at the waist as I slid the nightstick out of my belt. I suggestively sucked the tip of the nightstick and then rubbed it against my own steamy, drenched pussy. The long black nightstick, a graphic phallic symbol was between my legs as I slid it along Traci’s snatch. She bucked and fucked me back while I slid it along her pussy, just grazing over her sensitive clit again and again. I knew that I was getting insanely hot watching the length of my ‘cock’ slide in and out of her and we were in a frenzy. I needed to cum. The thought slammed into me and I couldn’t stop it.

I pulled her up, turned her head and kissed her roughly and whispered into her ear, “Follow me, and don’t hold back.” Dropping the nightstick I slinked closer to the edge of the stage, searching for just the right man. There he was. A quiet looking man in his 20’s with brown hair and eyes. He didn’t know it yet, but this was his lucky night.

Traci and I made our way over to the table that he was sitting at and began by pushing him back away from the table so that everyone in the room could see and also so that we could have more access to him. We paraded around him, pawing at him. He must have come straight from the office or perhaps he was someone traveling here on business because he was still dressed in his suit. I leaned forward and slowly loosened his tie and mused with his hair while Traci straddled one of his legs and smiled at him. He seemed hypnotized, he didn’t say a word as we each straddled a leg. He simply smiled and slightly closed his eyes as if in ecstasy.

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Author’s Note : This story is my 2012 submission for the Literotica Valentine Day Contest. Please read, vote, and comment – one vote per reader. Thanks so much for your time and I hope you enjoy this new version of the makings of the special holiday. ~ Red

Violet eyes stared down at the altar that was once again bare. Lips, full and lush, sneered contemptuously at the cold marble. The name the mortal men had uttered upon removing their offerings still hung in the air – Psyche.

The mortal woman had taken a place in man’s heart and they were making it more obvious to Aphrodite that she was no longer the most beautiful of creatures. Her stomach churned; the acids building up and causing her grief and displeasure. She spun away, the air around her crackled and sparked. Her fingers were curled into tight fists that shook at her sides.

As she made her way back to her dwelling, those who crossed her path immediately took flight by whatever means possible. Back at her home Aphrodite stewed; her pupils were small, the violet eyes now dark and purple as jealousy brought to the surface various means to make the woman suffer.

The sound of joyous laughter coming from her gardens only added to her foul mood. She snapped her fingers; the wind picked up and squeals of shock and dismay filled the room. The sound carried easily through the columns of marble. “Mother!”

Aphrodite turned her ice-cold visage toward her son, Eros who had hurriedly rushed to her side.

“What has angered you?” he asked, as his hands moved to repair his state of dress. She gazed longingly at his body, regretting that she had not yet coupled with him. His aroused sex spoke of the type of play she’d interrupted with her anger. She smirked, curious as to what he would say if she were to sample his wares. Eros was a god after all, so he knew how hungry her passions were – surely his were just as needy.

Another prayer lifted to the heavens. She closed her eyes, blocking out Eros so that she could feed off the gratitude of the mortals. Before the prayer ended though, the name Psyche fell from the man’s lips. Aphrodite opened her eyes and screamed in anger.

Eros stepped back. “Something is troubling you, mother? What has happened to bring about such an unhappy expression on one with such a fair visage?”

She looked over her son, noticed his erection had faded. A frown formed on her lips as she waited for her anger to subside. “The mortals worship another,” she hissed and pouted.

Her son laughed softly. “Mother, you know the fickleness of man. Do not fret. You are still the loveliest of the goddesses and their hearts truly belong only to you.”

“They are being led away my son. A mortal woman – a female – steals my offerings and they go to her, give her my gifts, praise her name, and worship her features. I am forgotten.”

Eros walked over and cupped his mother’s chin. “Surely you jest. No woman on Earth or in the heavens could possibly steal the hearts of man or god.” The god of love bent down and kissed his mother’s cheek. Aphrodite’s sex tightened

“Do you speak words of truth, son. Or are you just feeding me what a mother wants to hear?”

Eros stepped back and stared at his mother, the goddess of beauty. He knew he could bed her if he wanted and because he was a god there was no one that would fault him. Many gods and goddesses had procreated with their parents; why should he be any different? Yet he was.

There were times he was a bitter god, casting his leaden arrows into the hearts of mortals; other times he pierced their hearts with gold ones. The first always led to a love of indifference; the later gave the benefit of true and forever love.

Eros had wandered the Earth and the heavens for so long that he had discovered he wanted the later. If he were to lay with his mother, his soul would be dirty and his heart stolen and stained – only beating for another night of passion with her. Aphrodite was not a loyal companion; her needs would eventually lead her into another bed, be it a mortal or a god.

“Eros?”

He shook his head, flexed his wings and smiled at the goddess. “I speak words of truth. You are the most desirable of all females. Who has hurt you? Who has stolen your prayers?”

“Her name is Psyche. I learned it just now. For months I had felt the loss of adoration rolling from the altar up to the heavens. I have investigated many weeks and it was not until today that three men approached the altar, and as they were just about to lay their gifts to me upon the marble, one brought up the female’s name. The other acknowledged her as did the third. Soon I was forgotten; they took their gifts and hurried to her home to lavish them upon her.”

“Have you seen this woman, this whore that steals the hearts of your worshipers?”

Aphrodite sighed. “I have no desire to see her. I just want her gone from my people. My admirers are being tricked and misled. You know without their prayers, without the escort bayan şirinevler prayers of mortals – all of us are affected – even you. She must be taught a lesson. Go to her Eros, use your golden arrows trimmed with the feathers of a dove – pierce her heart. Show her the visage of the ugliest creature on the Earth. Make her fall in love with it – make her desire it with every ounce of her being. Then she will be taken away, the creature will keep her locked from all that hunger for her. My people will return to the altar; the gifts and offerings will be mine; the prayers, we will all benefit from.”

Eros touched her lips. “What is one lost heart when there are so many more to nurture?” he whispered.

She licked the pad of his thumb.

“I will go to her mother; I will do as you ask, and we will all feel the power in their prayers wash over us. You may rest knowing that you are truly the most heavenly of women.”

“Thank you my son. I love you with all of my heart.” She reached out and stroked his cheek before he pulled away. A long sigh of longing passed her lips as he lifted into the air and disappeared. Aphrodite felt the hunger in her loins ache upon his departure. She rose from her seat and went in search of her newest lover – hoping him and perhaps a woman would be willing to sedate the need that scorched her veins.

Eros disguised himself as a mortal. His wings sunk into his back, the skin and flesh of a human male closed over the openings. He rolled his shoulders, flexed his arms and squatted several times, loosening the muscles and tendons of human flesh. Clothes common to many materialized fitting him like a glove.

The Egyptian linen serving as his loin cloth felt confining and Eros was disgusted by the touch of it upon his skin. His bitterness at having to take the human form grew as the wool dalmatic tunic covered his arms and fell to his knees. The purple stripe etched with gold cord proclaimed his status of one of loftiness and prestige.

Eros chose the colors so that he would have no issue walking in and out of whatever establishment’s he chose. On his feet, were calcei – large pieces of leather. Thin straps of the same material crossed and wrapped around the cloth keeping the soft textured skin close to his feet, ankles and calves.

He ran his fingers through his hair; the long strands started to stiffen in curls. “I think not,” he muttered to himself and the curls receded, leaving behind his natural wave. His fingers touched his face. The skin was soft and smooth, modern to the times that Psyche’s admirers were familiar with.

A leather pouch slapped his hip as he walked away from Aphrodite’s altar. He knew the contents within held a bow and several arrows. Upon his wish, he could reach into the pouch and pull out the weapons and their lengths would increase with just a thought.

As he lolled lazily against a marble column, two men approached Aphrodite’s altar. They had with them oils and precious gems. He listened to them begin their prayers of adoration. Just as his mother had claimed – when they said “were but humble servants begging favor from the most beautiful of all” – they had stopped.

The name Psyche fell softly from each of their lips.

This time though, instead of taking their offerings away, both men opted to leave a small portion to his mother. The rest, he was certain, would be taken to the woman who had become a thorn in a dangerous goddesses’ side.

The young god of love would be lying to himself if he swore his curiosity was not piqued by the mortal. He followed the men; his eyes sparing but a glance to the men and women who tried to catch his favor. Their lust for his seed oozed from their pores. He ignored their longing, entirely focused on carrying out his mother’s request so that he could return to his own godly form more quickly.

Both men stopped at the threshold of a simple dwelling. They called out to the occupants and when the door opened a woman appeared. Eros stared at her. His groin tightened and his pulse raced. His cock leaped and strained against the cloth that bound it against his abdomen.

There was no doubt that the woman who blushed at the words the men rained down on her was the same one that his mother detested. His heart seemed to stop beating as he watched her grant each man a boon for their gift. One received a kiss on his forehead, the other a caress along his cheek. Jealousy spilled into Eros subconscious as the men stumbled over themselves to thank Psyche. They both chose to walk backward; their eyes never wavered from the woman, until she closed the door on them.

Eros sneered, pulled a gold arrow from his pouch. It extended to the proper length. The bow came next, and soon both were in his hands. The arrow was notched. The gold gleamed in the sunlight. It penetrated the heart of the first man, sailed through him and into the heart of the second. After exiting, it dissolved, leaving neither man with a bahçeşehir escort visible wound.

Their gazes held each others for a moment. Their hands reached out and touched the others lips. Eros grinned as the older man reached down and openly caressed the younger man’s genitalia. The two men, struck by the arrow of love, left Psyche’s dwelling, their desire now only for each other.

Love and indifference seemed to blossom over the remaining daylight hours. Eros made his decision on which arrow to let loose by how the beautiful Psyche reacted or by how the men and women left her. To give the mortal too much attention led Eros to jealousy. He would send an arrow of lead through their chest, making them forever indifferent to those that could one day capture another heart. Eros sentenced his victims to a life of bitterness as they moved from one lover to the next.

Very few left Psyche’s doorstep with gold hearts piercing their souls; for the few that did however, they were rewarded with new hopes and dreams that mirrored their desire in the first person they passed. A handful of men and women found their soul mates, no matter their gender.

Night fell and with it the threshold of Psyche’s dwelling was left free of all mortals. Eros had remained in hiding until the last of the sun danced behind the mountains. He walked the perimeter of her home, eventually settling on a stone bench that had been carved from a boulder in her garden. The night air was warm and he wished for nothing more than to be lying naked with the stunning creature.

Oil lamps were dimmed by servants until only one remained brightly shining from inside the home. Eros moved toward the room. He looked inside and saw Psyche brushing out her thick golden locks. The lamp gave off enough light to illuminate the various colors of her hair. Eros palms itched to stroke the soft waves and tangle his fingers into the rolling curls.

As he continued to gaze upon her, his breath was stolen when her fingers released the jeweled clasp and her toga spilled into her hands. Psyche turned toward the window; Eros leaped back.

“Who is there?” she asked.

He heard her footsteps nearing the window. His shadow danced across the flowers of her garden.

“Who are you? What are you doing out there? Speak now or I will call my Father’s men.”

Eros knew he was safe from any mortal that she deemed worthy enough to spar with him, but he also had no desire to upset the beautiful and fair woman. He saw her move to cover her window from the elements as well as his spying eyes.

“Wait,” he said. His mortal voice was very much like his godly one. Gone however, was the soft whispering hum that often accompanied his seductive words. “I did not mean to startle you. I wish to pay homage to your beauty.”

He sensed her trepidation. “I do not mean you any harm. I was embarrassed to show myself to you, in front of all your admirers. Your beauty is breathtaking and I am but a lowly man who offers nothing more than a smile in exchange for one of yours.”

“Come into the light,” she said. A lamp was lifted to the window and he saw her shadow cast across the garden.

“I dare not,” he told her. “I am ugly and not worthy of your beauty. Could you but smile for me, I will smile for you and you will feel it caress your skin.”

Psyche’s lips rose in a shy grin.

Eros gasped. “Oh my dear Psyche, by the heavens you are indeed the most striking of all creatures god or mortal man. My lips are yours.” He heard her giggle. “You mock me?” he asked; his voice was light and airy.

“You give me your lips, but I cannot see them to take my gift.”

“Go to your bed; turn down the wick of your lamp until you are consumed in darkness. I will come to you and give you your gift.”

Eros waited for what seemed like hours when in fact it had only been a minute before she disappeared. Her lamp was soon extinguished. He left the garden, making his way to the door nearest her window.

The god of love opened the door with a tender touch. It gave way without a sound signaling his arrival. Eros knew where Psyche’s room was. Her door had been left open. He grinned and stepped inside, closing it behind him.

“Are you there?” she asked.

“I am my beauty. Are you ready for your gift?”

He heard her take a deep breath. Eros made his way to her bed. The moonlight was hidden behind thick gray clouds. He used the senses of a god to seek her out.

“Are you ready?” he asked, as he sat down on the bed. His hand rested against her thigh. His fingers moved up to tease the left knot of her linen cloth. Her fingers came down and rested on his.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I promised a smile for your lips,” he told her. A gasp of shock filled the air. He waited for her to deny him. When she slid her hand away, it was to release the knot herself. Eros chest drummed heavily in his chest as she untied the other. He heard her lift her hips and knew başakşehir escort the cloth that served to keep her sex covered was now discarded. “Close your eyes,” he softly demanded.

Psyche whimpered. He reached into his pouch and pulled out a cloth of silk. “Before I pay homage for your beauty, I must blindfold you.” His godly words caressed her like a warm blanket. She took the cloth; their fingers touched. A purr of pleasure left her throat. Eros growled low.

“I am ready. My eyes are covered.”

Eros pulled a gold arrow from his pouch and laid it on the bed. It burned bright, casting a shimmering glow over her skin. “My heart is yours to command,” he whispered as his fingers slowly trailed over her toes.

He watched her face; her lips parted. Each toe was rubbed with gentle strokes and tender ministrations. The soles of her feet were treated to firmer ones. She flexed instinctively as he massaged her skin and muscle.

“There is no part of you that I will not one day sample,” he promised just before his hands moved to release the clasp of his tunic. He stood up; the material fell to the floor. His loin cloth followed, as did the leather shoes he had been forced to wear for the sake of appearing human.

Eros stood naked before the blind woman. His cock was hard, stiff, and aching. “Tell me my lovely Psyche, have you been promised to another?”

He watched her face and knew she would answer honestly. “I have not,” she whispered, “though my father is seeking an arrangement.”

“Then I shall be your lover,” he told her.

Psyche moaned softly as he crawled onto the bed. He ran his hands up and down her body, cupped her breasts and teased the rosy nipples. His mouth moved to capture the left pearl. He pulled it and suckled from the hard point. The tip of his tongue trailed around the pink surface, dipped over the ridges, flicked the tiny bumps until she was thrashing on the bed and clawing at his scalp.

“What – oh – what are you doing to me?” she asked, as she tugged on his head, urging him toward her other tit.

Eros laughed. “I’m giving you your gift. I have witnessed men and women come to your door and give you various gems, oils, perfumes, but no one has given you the gift that I will shower upon you. No oils – no jewels – nothing on the face of this earth will leave you as breathless as the gift I will give. Do you want my gift?” he asked. He moved his lips to her other breast and supped on it like a babe needing the nourishing fluids of its mother’s milk.

“Yes,” Psyche hissed.

It was the only word Eros needed to confirm what he already knew. He would lie with the woman, claiming her as his own, and mark her womb with his seed. Eros hands moved like wine, coating her body with caresses and kneading fingers. She moaned and hissed, gasped and sighed as he felt his way down her legs, behind her knees, up her thighs, over her hips.

His mouth soon followed the same paths as his fingertips had taken. He lifted one leg, kissed her goose bumped flesh, lowered the left and treated the right to the same tasting tongue. The indentation of her hips were licked and fondled with the flat of his moist muscle. The sliding tips of his fingers stroked her ribs causing her to twist and giggle.

He chuckled, left her torso and stroked her arms. His mouth moved to her forehead. He kissed her arched golden eyebrows. His lips softly brushed her cheeks. The silk of the blindfold caressed him; the tip of her nose was touched with his. Her tongue darted out, tempting him, but he knew had he kissed her mouth he would be lost and his cock would consume her before she was ready.

“You toy with me,” she whispered.

Grinning, he looked down her length and saw her legs open. The light from the arrow glistened off her moist lips. He ran his thumb over the aroused flesh. Her hips bucked against the timid touch. Eros lowered his mouth to her mound.

“Oh by all that is holy,” she hissed.

He smiled, licked the folds of her pussy and slowly began to devour the velvet flesh. Golden curls with beads of moisture tickled his face. He nuzzled her sex, breathed in her scent and ate his way deeper into her slippery hole.

Psyche’s fist curled into the sheets of her bed while his hands moved to cup her ass, lifting her several inches higher so he could penetrate her deeper with his tongue. He felt the warmth of her sex blanket him. The succulent juices of her pussy flowed thick and heavy into his mouth. He teased the nub of her cunt, sucking on the tender morsel, drawing from her depths more honey-suckling nectar.

“I – I – can’t – I can’t breathe,” Psyche confessed through broken words.

Eros laughed against her pussy, pushing her higher to the edge of release. He coaxed from her another cry of passion. He felt the essence of the room around them and knew he was safe from her Father’s men; her passion was heavy as it showered him. Eros greedily sucked on her womanhood, swallowing the juice that bathed his throat. His face moved up and down on her sex, until she was calling for him to fill her with his cock.

Her hips were dropped to the bed. He came up, pressed his dick to her opening and shoved hard and fast into her canal. She cried out as he took possession of her and made her his. Virgin blood spilled onto his cock. His mouth covered hers; their tongues dueled. Eros fucked her slowly.

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In the year 2099, the world changed. A group of powerful men conquered the world and united it under one rule. The leader of these men was the Supreme Emperor. The Supreme Emperor of the Planet Earth was an openly bisexual black man who had a myriad lovers, both male and female. He believed in sexuality, peace and harmony. So, he outlawed all the problems of humanity. He outlawed marriage and ipso facto, also banned divorce. He outlawed religion, philosophy, feminism and apathy. He also decreed that people no longer belonged to themselves, they belonged to the Empire. The Empire granted them freedom.

The Emperor and his men had a mighty spaceship hovering over the planet. Any troublemaker was instantly killed and never heard from again. For a decade, mankind lived in peace and harmony. Men and women, blacks and whites, gays and lesbians and heterosexuals, all were happy and equal. Anyone who upset the order of the world was never heard from again. Such was life in the Empire. To relieve the men and women of the Imperial worlds of the stress of their daily lives, the Emperor decreed that sixty days out of each year would be dedicated to Purifying Hedonism. Men and women could indulge in whatever pleasure they chose, sexual or otherwise, without fear of reprisal. This was everyone’s favorite Imperial Holiday.

Guess what? Today is Anal Sex Day. Today, throughout the world, by law all men and women need to engage in sexual activity of the anal kind. To disobey the law is to face a rigid penalty. All lawbreakers are condemned to death by being beamed onboard one of the Imperial spaceships and blasted off into space to perish in the void. It was hardly ever necessary to do so because the majority of men and women living in the Empire were very eager practitioners of everyone’s favorite holiday and the special ceremony and practice which was a major part of it.

Today was a day which had Rachel in a panic. The tall, blonde-haired Irishwoman had the blues. The Holiday had come and she couldn’t find a willing sexual partner. Part of the reason was because she was a wicked bitch most of the time and most men and women for that matter couldn’t stand her. Back in the days before the Empire, Rachel had been a feminist. An empowered escort bayan bahçelievler man-hater living in America. Someone both men and women considered to be completely redundant. Her feminist movement had lost its luster. They had all been exposed for the man-hating frauds that they were a long time ago. The Men’s Rights Movement had restored the balance of power between men and women. Colleges were now fifty percent male and fifty percent female. A long time ago, feminists used treacherous tactics such as the elimination of popular sports and the demonizing of men to discourage male students from attending colleges and universities worldwide. False allegations of rape made by vindictive women against innocent men were also common. Alas, the efforts of good men had defeated the western world’s man-hating sisterhood. Rachel found herself in a world where her ideas of hate and division according to gender politics were no longer welcome.

Rachel hated to admit it but she liked living in the Empire, for the most part. The Emperor provided his subjects with universal health care. Colleges and universities were also free, as long as prospective students could meet certain intellectual requirements. The Empire was free of war. There was no turmoil on the planet Earth. Imperial scientists had repaired the hole in the ozone layer. They had also used genetic engineering to recreate animal and plant species which had been wiped out in centuries past. They fixed all damage to the ecosystem in a matter of years. They also ended world hunger and found the cure for ninety nine percent of all known diseases. That’s just the way things were in the Empire. The Empire had gotten rid of social turmoil by granting the same rights to heterosexuals and homosexuals. There was no longer any need for a Gay Rights Movement since everyone was equal in the Empire. Countries in Africa, Asia and Europe also enjoyed the same heavenly pleasures that North America had. The Emperor and his Legions had transformed the planet Earth into a virtual paradise for all of its inhabitants.

Rachel walked out of the library, and saw someone whom she hadn’t seen in a long time. A tall, good-looking, escort bayan kayaşehir lean black man. His name was Paul. Ten years ago, they were both in the same sociology class. They had butted heads. Back then, he was the openly bisexual black male who spoke ardently for the rights of male victims of domestic abuse. He also spoke up for gay rights and men’s rights. They had clashed due to differences of opinion when it came to gender politics. His views were diametrically opposed to hers. In her eyes back then, he was considered to be the enemy. So why did she feel such a compelling attraction toward him?

In spite of, or maybe because of their differences, they met frequently outside of class. In the debate club, they argued on the same side for the first time. Their school was pitted against a rival. They had actually won by working together as opposed to clashing with each other. This was something which surprised them both. After the debate club match, Rachel surprised herself by asking Paul out for a burger and some drinks. They went to the nearby Burger King, and had a nice chat while eating. Rachel was pleasantly surprised to discover another side to Paul. Underneath the headstrong, argumentative rival she knew, there was a decent, and somewhat vulnerable man. She had felt drawn to him, and thus an affair began between them.

Before she knew it, Rachel was dating Paul, her political opposite. As it happened plenty of times, they discovered that they had a lot in common. The attraction was mutual, and next thing they knew, they were living together. Rachel the American feminist had fallen in love with Paul, the ruggedly handsome macho black man. They had a passionate relationship together. For four years, they were living together. Paul graduated with a degree in Criminal Justice. He went straight to the Police Academy. Rachel got her business degree and opted for a decent M.B.A. program. She left the city. He remained, and became a cop. They hadn’t seen each other until after the Rise of the Empire.

Just looking at Paul after all this time brought Rachel back to those passionate years they once shared. What had he been doing with himself for the past escort türbanlı ten years? Was he still a cop? Had he gotten married? Smiling, he walked up to her. Rachel held her breath. He was still gorgeous after all these years. Grinning confidently, Paul kissed her on the lips. Rachel hesitated, then kissed him back. When their lips parted, she took one look at him and forgot what she was about to say. Taking her hand, he led her into a deserted, dark parking lot. What he had in mind, only time would tell.

Paul took her deeper into the darkness, then stopped abruptly. He kissed her once more and Rachel felt weak in the knees. He was so handsome and virile. She hadn’t seen him in ages. Lords, she wanted him! She could tell that he wanted her too. When he picked her up in his arms and put her on the hood of a car, she didn’t protest. He unbuttoned her shirt and she helped him. She pulled down her skirt, and he grinned. Yeah, she still didn’t wear any panties. Grinning, she unzipped his pants, freeing his massive ten-inch cock. Gently, she stroked him. Looking right into her eyes, he rubbed his manhood against her snatch, and prepared to enter her.

Rachel grinned, her breath quickening in anticipation. She remembered how it felt to have him inside her. Especially in a special way. Feeling bolder than ever before, and quite horny, she told him her request. Today was a special day after all. Grinning, Paul placed his cock against her back door, and pushed. Rachel gasped as Paul’s massive cock slid into her ass. It had been ten years since she’d been taken this way, by none other than him. This sure brought back memories. A flood of oddly familiar sensations assaulted her. The feel of his hard cock sliding into her tight ass, his ragged breathing and her fast-beating heart. Yeah, she had missed it.

Paul looked into Rachel’s eyes as he thrust into her. He hadn’t seen this woman in ten years. The world they knew had literally ended since they last saw each other. Now, they lived in a new world, and they were picking up right where they left off. He had missed her cute face, sexy body and that fabulous ass of hers. How he had missed her. He continued to thrust into her, and she welcomed him inside her. Wrapping her arms around his torso, she drew him in. passionately, they continued to make love in their very own special way, until ecstasy rocked both of their bodies and sent them to Cloud Nine. Afterwards, the two of them sat on the hood of the car, in the empty parking lot. Smiling, they said nothing. Simply held each other and looked at the stars. This was the best Holiday either of them ever had.

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It was a hot summer day in 1992, and the video store and arcade was packed with customers trying to escape the heat. Among the employees working that day was a woman named Samantha, who was known for her impressive QQ-cup breasts.

Samantha had always been self-conscious about her size, but she had learned to embrace her curves and use them to her advantage. She had been working at the video store for several years and was a favorite among the customers, many of whom would come in just to see her.

As she worked the register and restocked the shelves, she couldn’t help but overhear the whispers and glances from the customers. Some of them even made inappropriate comments about her body, which made her feel uncomfortable. But she tried her best to ignore it and focus on her work.

Despite the distractions, Samantha was a hard worker and always made sure to provide excellent customer service. She had a friendly smile for everyone and was always willing to help them find the perfect movie or game to rent.

As the day went on, the arcade began to fill up with teenagers looking to play the latest games. Samantha watched as they crowded around the machines, shouting and cheering as they played. She couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy as she watched them having fun.

But then, something unexpected happened. One of the teenagers approached the counter and asked Samantha if she wanted to join in on their game of Street Fighter. At first, she was hesitant, not wanting to draw any more attention to herself. But then she thought, why not?

So, Samantha put down her work and joined in on the game. And to everyone’s surprise, she turned out to be a natural. She easily defeated her escort elit opponents and even attracted a small crowd of cheering fans.

As the night went on, Samantha found herself having the time of her life, finally feeling accepted and appreciated for who she was. And as she left the arcade that night, she couldn’t wait to come back and play again.

The next day, Samantha arrived at work with a spring in her step. She had had such a great time playing Street Fighter at the arcade the night before, and she couldn’t wait to see what the day would bring.

As she walked into the store, she was greeted by a few surprised looks and whispers from her coworkers. It was then that she realized she was dressed in a Chun-Li costume, complete with blue and white jumpsuit, black hair buns, and red wristbands.

Samantha chuckled to herself, remembering how she had impulsively decided to dress up as her favorite Street Fighter character before coming to work. She had always been a fan of the game, and now that she had proven herself as a skilled player, she wanted to show her appreciation in a fun way.

As the day went on, Samantha found that her Chun-Li costume was a hit with the customers, especially the teenagers who were fans of the game. They couldn’t stop laughing and taking pictures with her, and Samantha found herself enjoying the attention and the chance to show off her playful side.

Even the customers who had made inappropriate comments about her body the day before seemed to have a newfound respect for her, treating her with kindness and admiration.

Samantha left work that day feeling proud and empowered, knowing that she escort moldov had proved to herself and others that she was more than just a pretty face or a set of large breasts. She was a skilled and confident woman who could hold her own and have a good time, no matter what anyone else thought.

It was now the year 2021, and Samantha was no longer working at the video store and arcade. She had moved on to bigger and better things, but she always looked back on her time there fondly.

She had learned so much about herself and others during those years, and she had made some unforgettable memories. The experience had taught her to be confident in her own skin and to not let others’ opinions or actions bring her down.

Samantha had also learned the importance of standing up for herself and not tolerating inappropriate behavior. She had found her voice and was no longer afraid to use it.

As she looked back on her time at the video store and arcade, Samantha couldn’t help but smile. It had been a challenging and memorable experience, and she was grateful for all that it had taught her.

Samantha stood barefoot in the cold, sterile room, feeling a mix of sadness and anger wash over her. She had been working at this underground facility, which was designed for breeding and raising celebrity influencers, for over two decades.

As an employee, Samantha had been branded with a cow-like symbol on her shoulder, signifying her lower status in the hierarchy of the facility. She was treated like a commodity and was constantly being monitored and groomed for her role as a “cow.”

Samantha had always dreamed of living a normal life, escort vip but that dream had been taken from her when she was brought to this place in 1999. She had been in her 20s at the time, and now, more than 20 years later, she was still stuck here, aging but never truly living.

As she looked around at the other “cows” in the room, she couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of hopelessness. They were all just pawns in the hands of their wealthy and powerful handlers, who saw them only as a means to an end.

But despite the bleakness of her situation, Samantha refused to give up. She held onto the hope that one day, she would find a way out of this place and reclaim her freedom. She held onto the belief that she was more than just a branded cow, and that she deserved to live a life of her own choosing.

As Samantha stood in the cold, sterile room, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread wash over her. She was pregnant with her 30th child, and the thought of bringing another life into this place filled her with sadness.

For years, she had been used as a breeding machine, her body constantly being subjected to artificial insemination and other invasive procedures. She had given birth to countless children, all of whom were taken from her as soon as they were born and raised in the facility to be groomed as influencers.

Samantha had never been allowed to see or even hold her own children, and the thought of them growing up in this place, just like she had, filled her with grief. She longed to be able to raise and love her children in a normal, loving environment, but that seemed like an impossible dream.

As she held her swollen belly and fought back tears, Samantha couldn’t help but feel a sense of hopelessness. But even in the darkest of moments, she held onto the belief that one day, she would find a way out of this place and reclaim her freedom. She held onto the hope that she would be able to give her children the life they deserved, free from the chains of this underground facility.

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“So… thoughts on what just happened?” Mary asked the others. Her girlfriends sat on the floor with her, leaning against one another, while Zoey slouched off to the side and Leah lounged about on the love seat. With an ass like hers, it took up most of the space. She’d thought it was an incredible feat of human growth, but now it was likely because of that Futa Note Carmen told them about. As was all their cocks and her and Ashley’s massive tits.

Zoey shrugged at her question. Her eyes were downcast, fixated upon her newly enlarged cock that rested half on the floor thanks to her bloated nutsack. Among their group, she had the biggest member now, though how long that would last was up to Carmen. One girl… futa, she corrected herself, had total power over them. On a whim, she could make them into mindless sex slaves. Or mannequins to be displayed at her pleasure.

“It’s crazy,” Dakota said, rubbing at her ears, which flicked at her attention, “I really do remember always being like this, but also not.”

“What timeline do you prefer?” Ashley asked.

“Hmm,” Dakota fell into pensive silence, finger tapping on her chin as she laid down with her head on Mary’s lap, vision filling with the second-largest breasts in the room, “Well, in one history, it’s because of my body that you two became so important to me. You accepted me for what I am.”

“Even if you had pig ears, I’d love you,” Mary said, then reached down to stroke the dog-futa’s stomach, still rounded out from Carmen’s loads.

“What about you?”

“Oh, you mean the timeline where I was a bitch to just about everyone, didn’t know I was gay, or at least bi, and made Ashley pay for my implants while I harboured feelings that I’d never have acted upon? Yeah, nah, I prefer the one where I get with you both.”

“Such a sweetheart,” Ashley chuckled and kissed her cheek, “What is our relationship now anyway?”

“Hmm?” Dakota quirked a brow at her.

“Well, I mean, we’re girlfriends, right? Or futa-friends, whatever. But we’re definitely gonna be fucking other people… by which I mean Carmen. So what’s the deal with us?”

“Ever heard of an ‘open-relationship’? Besides, I think we all know that none of us would turn down fucking Carmen,” Mary said, to which everyone mumbled and nodded their agreement. The curator of all their fates was something else entirely, unbound by societal norms. Anyone that refused her must have a screw loose.

“Someone’s thinking about her,” Dakota teased as the blonde’s cock nudged her aside.

“Says you,” Mary said, pointing out the pair of dog-cocks rising high. Beside them, Ashley’s nipples extended further by the second, while on the floor their personal Amazon stared at her own rising pillar, coated in fat veins. Her powerful blood flow made it bulge in odd places, befitting her muscular appearance. It must feel incredible in a pussy. Leah groped herself and gushed milk on her member.

“Seriously?” Zoey groaned, “We just start thinking about her and this happens?”

“Are you complaining?”

“No… not really… it’s just… she has all that power over us. Doesn’t that bother you?”

Mary shrugged, “Not really. It kind of turns me on actually. She could do whatever she wants with me.”

“Make us suck her dicks until we’re so full of cum we can’t move,” Ashley said, moving a hand to her dick-nipple.

“Pose and freeze us so she can fuck us whenever she wants without any questions,” Dakota added and nuzzled into Mary’s cock, sniffing out the crux where scrotum met penis and most sweat gathered.

“Make me her personal dairy cow and breed me. Keep me in her barn, just lazin’ around until it’s time for milkin’ or fuckin’ or birthin’,” Leah moaned, her nipples – all twenty-four of them – gushed milk onto and around her.

“Can we even get pregnant?” Dakota asked, hand flying to her inflated belly, Carmen’s recent load still fresh in her stomach and womb. Everyone did the same, then looked upstairs and back at each other, the same thought in Mary’s head gleaming in all their eyes.

“I’m cumming!” Rachel’s voice announced from above, the sound proofing in the house only muffling so much.

Dakota jumped from the shout, earning a giggle from the others.

“Hey, so not to be awkward or anything, but I’m feeling pretty full over here. Anyone want a drink before I spray it all down the drain? We’re pretty much out of bottles,” Leah asked. Her nipples were faucets at that moment, even the ones without attention maintained their flow, those her fingers pulled on gushed halfway across the room to splash against Mary’s foot. The sight dried out her throat. She and her girlfriends stood to take care of it, only for her and Ashley to waver and fall back to the cushions.

“You two alright?” Dakota asked, then gasped and backed up, a lopsided smirk on her face as her cocks twitched. A long rope of pussy juice hung between her legs, opaque from the mix of semen oozing out. Pre-cum dripped from her members, each a brilliant crimson escort bayan ortaköy and already swelling at the bases.

Mary groped at her crotch, hips writhing as the sensation of change overcame her, the memory fresh in her mind. All four of her breasts jiggled with her rapid breaths, every little wisp of air a rough tongue across the nipples, while her crotch boiled over against her hands. Her cock was large before, bigger than any guy she’d been with, but she felt it fattening to obscene levels. It surpassed her arm, then a two litre bottle. In under a minute, it matched Ashley’s thighs and still grew.

The futa at her side writhed in similar patterns, yet her hands just stroked at her crotch-member. Each jerk was longer than the last, showing off just how big she was getting, while her dick nipples followed its lead and extended further. They were large before, especially for their location, but quickly infringed on egregiously lewd. What felt like fat fingers curling around her hand brought Mary’s attention back to her own member.

“Oh god,” she groaned at the sight of not one or two, even three separate cocks spawning from her groin, but six of them. Each was fatter than her original member and kept expanding, chunkier and longer and more prehensile. She released her collection and watched as they twined between her fingers until they were too big, then they coiled along her arms and breasts, “Fuck, these things are good. It’s like giving and having a tit fuck.”

“That’s literally what you’re doing,” Dakota said, jerking herself to the sight. Leah came to stand with her, doing the same, before pulling the less endowed futa to a breast. They watched from the side of their eyes as Ashley leaned into Mary, whose cocks left her to coil around the new behemoth on the scene. Two tendrils for each cock, spiralling around and stroking them as both their moans burgeoned. Still both futanari grew.

“So fucking horny,” Mary groaned, tugging her bigger chested lover into a kiss, as if she’d die without her tongue in her mouth. Of course, to suit their new phalli, their balls grew in size and number. While the blonde’s only gained an inch at most, their amount doubled, again and once more. Two more larger shapes filled their centre. A combined eighteen testicles supplied an endless river of pre to her restless tentacles.

Ashley, meanwhile, didn’t gain any new additions. Hers simply grew fatter and fatter and fatter still. Past the size of honeydews and soccer balls, they slowed at basketballs, then stopped a few inches larger. Her breasts, meanwhile, had no such concerns. Despite her earlier relief, they filled out, rising and spreading like dough. Blue veins spread across them as her areolae darkened to resemble a pregnant woman’s chest, only on a whole other scale. It was almost a minute before they stopped.

Each breast was enough to cover her entire torso. As she leaned deeper into the kiss with Mary, they filled both their laps, the blonde’s tendrils coiling around them as they finished growing in. The two parted, a bridge of spit between them, and looked to Dakota, whose belly had already bloated further from Leah’s boundless milk. Both their shafts were turgid, pulsating and spitting pre.

“What’re you just watching for? Come on,” Ashley said.

“What about you, Zoey?” Mary asked the athlete, who hadn’t moved from her place, staring wide eyed at them with an erection now daunted by Ashley’s own.

“I’m good here.”

“Come on,” Mary whined, unravelling her many tendrils to wave them in front of her much taller friend, “My little friends wanna play.”

“I’m good,” Zoey repeated, looking away.

“Okay,” Mary sighed, her mood temporarily soured, until Ashley’s cock smacked her in the face, rubbing a trail of musky pre-cum on her cheek, “Hello there. How’re we doing this?”

“We’ve got twelve dicks, four pussies, assholes and mouths between us,” Dakota pondered, even as she grabbed a tendril and suckled on the fat head, “Works out pretty well.”

“I’ve got another idea,” Ashley said and grabbed onto a pair of Mary’s cocks, yanking on them. Despite the harsh action, the blonde only moaned and gawked at her lengths extending well beyond their apparent limit, “Like I thought. Mary, get them all in my ass.”

“All of them?”

“That’s what I said,” Ashley straddled her, resting her full weight upon the lighter futa and grinding her plush ass into her balls, “And keep stretching them in me. Don’t stop until I say.”

“Where’d this come from?” Mary asked, only to be smacked on each cheek by her lover’s nipples, before they aimed at her lips and shoved inside.

“You talk too much. Do it,” Ashley growled, reaching back to pull her ass cheeks apart and make a bigger target. With a startled moan, Mary felt around with her pricks, then sent them storming into the biggest futa’s rear. She grunted from the penetration, but kept her place, taking every inch that never seemed escort bayan rus to end, “Good. Now we’re going to the floor. Don’t let a single inch out.”

“Hmm,” Mary nodded, sucking like the expert she was, even if it was on a pair of two-foot cocks that tested her throat just with the heads inside. They sank to the floor, where Ashley suddenly hugged the blonde tight, cramming every inch of her dick-nipples down Mary’s gullet, before yanking them back. Swathes of thick saliva glistened on the members and connected them. She turned around on all fours to present herself, then looked to the pair still watching them.

“Dakota, fuck this bitch. Leah, I bet you’re just as thirsty as I am.”

“Uh huh,” Leah nodded, while Dakota yipped and ran to Mary’s back, falling to her knees to angle her cocks right, before she rammed them inside each hole. Of the four, she was the smallest, though her girth made up for it. As did the supernatural tightness of Mary’s holes, allowing her to feel the slightest shift in shape and movement. The half-bloated knots squelched inside and a pointed tip nuzzled her cervix. Pre-cum gushed from them and lubricated the paths. Between the flow and Mary’s unbridled wetness, she went from zero to a hundred in seconds.

Between the vicious crack of hips on hips, Ashley and Leah’s gulps were heard. The cowgirl laid on her back, throat bulging just as Mary’s briefly had, while her own nipples were abused. Four breasts were crowded around Ashley’s lips, cheeks convex as she inhaled whole ounces of milk every second. Already, her pudgy belly sank lower. Her dairy feast stopped when she popped free.

“You stopped moving,” Ashley snarled at Mary, then nodded to Dakota, who slammed her hard enough for the sound to echo and force a scream from her lips. In response, the blonde clenched all the new muscles in her loins, sending her tendrils surging through Ashley’s insides. She didn’t know how deep, only that they were following a winding path.

“Good,” Ashley moaned, lowering her torso to rub her belly into her thighs and Leah’s head, “Ooh, I can feel them squirming around from outside my tummy. Keep going, bitch.”

“Okay,” Mary gasped. Dakota’s hands latched onto her tits, sinking straight through the natural layers and groping her implants. Even so, they leapt from every thrust that reddened her ass. Would that Futa Note stop bruising? She hoped it wouldn’t, this was an experience to remember. Every foot of her tentacles were squeezed on all sides, they passed over bumps, squeezed their way through tighter passages, until finally they came to an open space and filled it. Mary couldn’t gather her thoughts enough to think just where they were.

Between Ashley’s demand for more and the rabid pounding behind her, there was only enough room in her mind for pleasure. She held onto the plumper futa’s hips, flush against her own as Dakota’s twin shafts slammed her over and over. Every staccato moan was punctuated by the clapping of flesh, intermixed with the lower two’s gulps, which stopped as she found a new, tight passage to climb. Ashley twisted around to look at her, chest bulging between her tits.

“Good girl. Keep going and don’t stop. Leah, come and kiss me.”

What a different side to her, Mary thought. In all their past trysts together, so matter how passionate, Ashley was more docile, happy to let others take charge for the sake of her own pleasure, yet now she was commanding them all. Except one. Zoey still watched them, a reluctant hand on her second-place cock.

“You sure you don’t want in, Zoey?” Dakota asked, each word separated by her thrusts, “My cunt and ass-pussy are still covered in Carmen’s gooey jizz if you want some.”

Zoey licked her lips, then shook her head and glanced upstairs, “I, uh… sorry, I need to talk to Carmen. Maybe another time.” She got up and strode to the stairs, too fast to be a simple ‘talk’, especially with her cock hard enough to stand at a forty-five degree angle. Faint sounds thudded from above them, a constant beat that kept them in time.

“Come here,” Ashley said and pulled Leah to her lips, their similarly mammoth busts mashed together, spilling entire feet to either side. Gags tore through Ashley’s throat, but she didn’t pull away, instead she tightened her grip as Mary followed her orders and pushed deeper. Leah’s eyes popped open, then drifted shut as her cheeks bulged. A familiar, writhing pattern flowed down her throat.

Now accustomed to the stretching, Mary’s cocks surged faster. They really had no end it seemed. She ground into her lovers, back and forth between them, resting her weight on the softest ass she knew, before her own cheeks depressed against Dakota’s primal thrusts. Each cycle dragged on her holes, the knots gradually inflated to stretch her, as if to pull her insides into the open, before they crammed them back in. Dakota’s hands went to her nipples and pulled.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Mary grunted escort bayan etiler with every push, which sent her tendrils deeper into uncharted territory, a ceaseless, winding system of wet tunnels. What awaited at their end, she had no idea, only aware of the sensations around and within her. They did feel different around her upper lengths, a bit looser, but tighter in places, like a pussy clenching in surprise. Like she’d moved into a different person.

Then, finally, she felt air on her glans. What did that mean? Dakota halted at her deepest thrust, almost enough to push through Mary’s cervix, and looked down. After catching her breath, Mary did the same, whole body throbbing from the encroaching bliss.

“What’s… hap… ‘ning,” she rasped.

“You went all the way through them,” Dakota said, cocks leaping inside the blonde and startling a cry from her. She leaned into Mary’s ear and flicked her tongue along the lobe, “There’s six cocks with nothing to do, and two pussies just aching to get fucked. What’re you gonna do?”

“Pussy… cock…” Mary repeated the words over, her tendrils following the ‘command’. Two dove straight into the nearest snatch; Leah’s, who gave a muffled cry, lips coming away from Ashley’s to reveal a flesh-coloured bridge between them. The larger futa leered back at Mary and shook her head, then her hips. Nodding, the blonde retracted her members, then focused four of them on Ashley’s cunt instead and jammed inside. To compensate the cow-futa below, Ashley reared back and aimed her three-foot pillar.

Muffled shrieks vibrated across parts of Mary’s cocks as her lover shoved her cock in with all her weight behind it. Leah wrapped her arms around the plumper futa and reignited their kiss, while Mary moved her two leftover members between them to wrap their lengths around tits as large as the woman that possessed them. Where were Ashley’s dick-nipples?

Leah gave another scream, arms going limp. Whatever happened it was too much for her, though her anus didn’t relax at all, nor did her pussy as it slurped and squelched and marinated everything in reach with its squirt. Dakota renewed her thrusts as well, creating a train of debauchery. As she rammed home in Mary’s ass and cunt, it sent her hips forward and into Ashley’s raised cheeks, which slammed back into Leah and prolonged the squirting. Lips found Mary’s as they rutted together, each moaning louder by the second.

“I’m gonna cum,” Dakota moaned into her mouth. Their shared lover grunted the same sentiment, while Mary struggled just to string two words together.

“Do it.” There was so much. She’d fucked both futanari before, but that was just a single, foot-long cock, now she had dozens, perhaps hundreds of feet. And six of them at that! All inside two people, gripped by places untouched by human sexes. Without Carmen, it would be impossible. Without Carmen they’d never have gotten together. It was all Carmen’s doing.

It was their goddess’s will that they fuck and celebrate unnatural pleasures only they could experience.

“Cumming! I’m cumming! Oh god! Oh GOD! FUUUUUCK!” Mary wailed, louder and louder until her voice choked off, throat no less tense. All her testicles bloated, veins burst to life around her scrotum, and bundles of semen raced through her lengths. Dakota grabbed onto her hips and abandoned rhythm, rutting her until she too cried out and her knots fully engorged. Not far behind, Ashley’s legs gave out and she fell to her side, taking Leah with her. Over a foot of her cock slid out, then got caught on something. She rammed it back in without delay.

Both the futanari’s guts protruded in obscene, lumpy shapes as Mary’s orgasm surged through. Leah’s soon smoothed out as Ashley unleashed her climax, a torrent of semen that swelled her womb to the size of a full-term pregnancy in seconds. What caught Mary’s frayed attention was the growth of Leah’s lowest row of tits, which seemed almost attached to Ashley. That’s where her nipples were! Mary slouched against Dakota, who pumped her own, ‘meagre’ load into her ass and pussy.

It took a whole minute before Mary’s semen erupted. With four cocks inside her, Ashley’s stomach filled out to match Leah, while both their chests received several layers from the two outside tendrils. As all eighteen of Mary’s testes emptied themselves, she slid down to join her lover. Dakota followed, rubbing the dregs of her orgasm into the blonde’s rump.

“This is so fucking hot,” Dakota said, the only one still lucid enough for sentences as she watched Mary’s tentacles recede. The sight kept her hard, while the pleasure of metres, upon metres of cock racing back out fuelled Leah and Ashley’s lusts. Rivers of cum leaked past the seal of Leah’s nipples around the cocks inside them, while milk gushed from the upper rows.

“Guess Carmen expected something like this,” Dakota mused, stroking Mary’s hair as she slowly recovered. Hoarse screams reverberated through the ceiling, a new voice among them. Zoey’s ‘talk’ was going well.

“What next?” Mary asked once her cocks were completely out. Their base length looked to be a couple feet, matched by a girth on pair with her wrists. Any futa would be proud to have one, but six just made it perfect. She curled them around her quartet of breasts, before Dakota climbed on top to squeeze their matching sets together.

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Chryssa spent the next week at House Exotica cloistered away from the clients. She did meet several of the other women, and was even starting to become friendly with one named Merxia, a very pretty humanoid from a planet called Braxx. According to Merxia, Braxx celebrated sex, but you couldn’t get paid for it there. A lot of the pretty golden skinned and haired citizens left in order to make their money selling their services to the rest of the galaxy, before retiring at home. Chryssa was fascinated by the idea of a society where sex wasn’t at all taboo and anyone could do anything. Merxia’s stories about the mass orgies were as thrilling as they were a bit horrifying to Chryssa. She couldn’t even imagine what such an event might be like.

Her days were spent with either Matron or Tralik, who seemed to be taking turns keeping an eye on her. Matron did “obedience” training with her, which (as far as Chryssa could tell) consisted of giving her various orders and spanking her when she didn’t follow them. Mostly they involved playing with her own body parts or showing them off in one way or another, which was bothering her less and less, so she didn’t get spanked very often after the first day. Matron seemed pleased with her progress. So was Tralik. Chryssa still gagged at first, but she’d gotten to the point where she could take the full length of his cock into her mouth.

When she did really well, he would fuck her as a reward.

Sometimes his arrogance really grated on her, but she couldn’t deny that she did love being fucked by him. Especially since she wasn’t currently getting any pleasure from anywhere else, except for when she got herself off under Matron’s direction. Playing with herself was fun, but somehow it was so much better with a real cock. She couldn’t quite define the difference, just that she preferred a partner.

So she was actually kind of excited when Matron told her that the next day she was going to have a paying client. She’d found out from Merxia that having paying clients meant a lot of things – not only would she be working off her “debt” to the house, but she’d also get spending money and be able to go visit the shops. Escorted of course, but at least she’d be able to get out of the house and explore some more of this planet. Find out a bit more about it.

Her client was named Sysslen and he was a Vloss. Chryssa had no idea what that was until she asked Merxia over dinner. The Vloss looked like a cross between Terrans and lizards, Merxia said. They had beautiful beaded dark green skin, claws and a tail, but they walked upright on two legs and were quite tall. Merxia went on a bit rapturously about their wonderfully flexible tongues, but Merxia tended to go into rapture about a lot of things, so Chryssa was withholding judgment.

The description of the Vloss was a little odd to her, because she’d never heard or or seen anything like what Merxia described, but she figured he couldn’t be any scarier than the shark thing she’d fucked her first day at House Exotica. At least, Merxia didn’t say anything about sharp, scary teeth.

The morning of her first client, Matron came and gave Chryssa a very thorough bath, with special soaps that made her skin smell flowery. She much preferred bathing herself though. Matron’s hands were rough, and so were her fingers as she poked them into Chryssa’s pussy and anus, making sure that they were clean. Even so, when she rubbed Chryssa’s nipples and clit, the little pleasure buds perked up.

Tralik hadn’t fucked her yesterday and so she was already horny, and Matron’s rough manipulations made her body feel even more sensitive. She was definitely ready for pleasure, even if it was from a being that was paying for the privilege.

Her first impression of Sysslen when he came in was that he looked a bit like a Licken with his green skin, but he was more iridescent, almost shining under the lights. He looked her up and down, wearing the dark red silky toga and simple belt that Matron had put her in, and grinned, his forked tongue flicking out from his lipless mouth as if tasting the air. Chryssa couldn’t help put stare and wonder what that tongue would feel like inside of her.

The alien towered over her, he was even taller than Lord Plath, but he didn’t have humanoid muscles the way the Licken had. In fact, the way his hips were shaped, Chryssa wasn’t quite sure how they were supposed to have sex. Matron had just told her that Sysslen preferred to control his women and to do whatever he said. She seemed to be banking on Chryssa’s lack of experience to appeal to him, just as it had to Lord Plath.

“Very pretty, Terran,” Sysslen said in a hissing kind of voice. His agile tongue made the words sound very clipped and precise, but he elongated the vowels. Looking her up and down, he paced around her, giving her a good look at the tail that extruded from his pants and was obviously keeping him balanced as he walked. “So, you are the new girl?”

“Yes, Sess,” Chryssa said, following Matron’s escort bayan beyoğlu directions about what to call him. Sess was a Vloss honorific, something like ‘my lord.’

“How do you like being a whore, so far?” From someone else, Chryssa might have bristled at the question, but Sysslen didn’t sound like he was trying to insult her, he was just curious. Maybe to him, calling someone a whore wasn’t an insult. Besides, that was what she was now, wasn’t it?

“Some parts of it are very nice,” she said, craning her neck back to look up at him. The beaded skin of his face was kind of fascinating to look at; she wondered what it would feel like, but she didn’t reach up to touch it because she wasn’t sure how he would react. He had no lips, and his nose was more like two nostrils on a more rounded part of his face; his eyes were almond shaped and the pupils were slitted. Definitely not anything familiar to her, but not entirely frightening either.

“Disrobe,” he said, after a moment, cocking his head to the side. Chryssa got the feeling she was being tested.

Strangely, she also somehow received the impression that if her answer had been different, he might not have told her to undress. There was an air about him that was different from the other males she’d come across, as if he was only interested in a female who would welcome his touch. Well, right now Chryssa would. She was horny and he was here with a big ole bulge in his pants. Not to mention that forked tongue. After everything Merxia had said, Chryssa was more than a little eager to experience the pleasures that tongue could bring.

She wasn’t immediately attracted to him as she had been to Lord Plath, but as he cupped her breasts with his hands, the textured beading of his skin rubbing over the sensitive mounds, her arousal spiked. His skin was much cooler than hers, although it quickly warmed, and the strange texture felt good. Her nipples tightened into little buds that ached as he squeezed her breast flesh, and she moaned, arching into him.

Sysslen chuckled. “Is this one of the parts that are very nice?”

“Oh yes, Sess,” she said immediately, meeting his gaze again so that he could see how much she was enjoying it. Chryssa wanted more. Not surprisingly, just like Tralik, he responded to the open invitation in her eyes.

Leaning down, he flicked his tongue over her nipple. Chryssa gasped. The surface of his tongue was raspy and rough, abrading the sensitive bud, and it felt amazing. He didn’t have lips, so he couldn’t suck on her nipple, but she watched in amazement as that long, thin red tongue wrapped around her nipple and squeeze the little bud, moving over it like fabric sliding around its diameter. Chryssa moaned, reaching out to hold onto his arms to keep from falling over. Sysslen switched sides, wetting her other nipple with his tongue, making the little buds swell until her pussy was throbbing with need.

“That feels… oh god, I can’t even describe how that feels,” she said, in between her moans.

With his tongue wrapped around her nipple, tugging at it, Sysslen couldn’t respond, but he made an eager hissing noise that she supposed was his version of a groan. Not that she really cared. From what she’d gleaned from the other females in House Exotica, men got off pretty easily. She didn’t need to do much but spread her legs and let them enjoy themselves. On the other hand, a woman’s body needed a little more work. So she wasn’t too concerned about Sysslen enjoying himself, she was much more concerned about whether or not she was going to.

Although, right now, things were looking very good for her.

Sysslen reached behind her to grip her ass, squeezing the firm cheeks as he continued to torment her nipple with his raspy tongue. She wanted to fall down on the ground and take him with her, although she didn’t think she could spread her legs enough for his haunches. His hips were more like a lizard’s than a human’s, and she wasn’t sure how the bulge in his pants was supposed to reach her if she was on her back.

Yet, that’s exactly how he ordered her to lie down once he’d unwrapped his tongue from her throbbing nipple.

“On the bed, on your back,” were his exact words. “Spread your legs.”

Chryssa complied eagerly. Her nipples were aching little points, bobbling on her breasts as she got into position. The Vloss’ pupils seemed to enlarge and then thin into little slits as he looked at her pretty pink pussy, all creamy and wet and ready for him.

“Have you had your pussy licked before, new girl?” he asked, his clipped words becoming slightly less precise as he became more sexually excited.

She nodded her head eagerly. “Yes, Sess, but never by a Vloss. I would really like you to lick me… I’ve been told it’s the best.”

Her words were clumsy, not at all the seductive tantalization that House Exotica’s females usually tempted clients with, but they were all the more powerful because of escort otele gelen that. After Lord Plath had been so enchanted by Chryssa’s untrained ways, Matron had decided to give the Terran less training than the other females had been given. The bonus the Licken lord had given the House for Chryssa’s services had convinced her that perhaps Chryssa’s very uniqueness and lack of sophistication could actually help. Especially because the Terran was more than eager in her training sessions with Tralik. Most new acquisitions needed a longer period to adjust to their new life, whereas Chryssa had taken to it easily and quickly.

Matron’s business acumen was about to be rewarded. Although Sysslen was a long-time customer of House Exotica, he’d never been quite so aroused as he was by the guileless, plain speech of this attractive, little Terran. While Terrans were always quite lusty, they’d also been well-trained in responding and catering to their clients. There was nothing of that in Chryssa’s speech or her gaze. She was speaking nothing but the honest truth, her transparent desire for pleasure was like an aphrodisiac to the alien.

He buried his muzzle in her sweet snatch, his long tongue flicking up and down her folds and making her gasp as its raspy length rubbed against the sensitive lips of her pussy. Chryssa moaned, her hips moving up and down, whimpering a bit as Sysslen’s clawed hands pressed down on her lower body, holding her in place and at the mercy of his tongue. It felt amazing. Completely different from any of the other males who had used their mouths on her.

A Vloss’ tongue could move in ways that no other creature in the universe’s could duplicate. It vibrated, flexed and curled, its raspy surface sending Chryssa wild. Her juices flowed freely as she moaned and tried to buck her hips, wanting to rub her pussy all over Sysslen’s lipless mouth.

“Oh yes… oh yes… oh Sysslen… Right there… that feels amazing… oh my god… I love your tongue!”

Chryssa pressed her hands down onto the Vloss’ head as he slipped his tongue up inside her, nearly making her scream as the raspy length fluttered against her pussy walls. While Sysslen used his oral technique in order to prepare a woman’s body to accept his cock, he’d never had one respond quite like Chryssa. She was obviously completely involved in achieving her own orgasm… strangely, her selfishness actually made him want to pleasure her more.

She came so hard she practically vibrated when he slid his tongue back out of her pussy and wrapped it around the swollen bud of her clit, the same way he’d wrapped her nipples with it. The textured surface made the stimulation so intense that it was almost painful, and Chryssa’s fingers dug into the top of his head, pressing down hard on the beaded skin, as she screamed her ecstasy.

Merxia hadn’t been kidding about those talented Vloss tongues. Chryssa was riding high on a cloud of bliss as Sysslen finally pulled his tongue from her sopping slit and turned her onto her stomach. A padded wedge had been provided near her bed, which would support her body – a necessity since she didn’t think her shaky legs could have held her up. For a male Vloss to fornicate, it was necessary that the female be bent over in front of them, their legs together so that the Vloss’ limbs were outside of hers.

Sysslen put Chryssa in that position before taking off his pants. She would later find out that it was rare for any species outside of their own to see a Vloss’ cock, something that Merxia hadn’t mentioned to her because she’d been too caught up in describing their tongues.

It was long and thick, like a Terran’s, but the tip was a bulging mass of what looked like spines, one two separate heads. Neither head was very large, but put together with the spines, and it was quite an intimidating piece of equipment. Spines also decorated the shaft, they were actually quite pliable, but they didn’t look as though they would be, and females who weren’t familiar with the Vloss had been known to panic when faced with such an unusual cock.

Chryssa just knew that it felt very strange pushing against the opening of her pussy. The head was very thick, even thicker than Lord Plath’s, which was why Sysslen had made sure she was very relaxed and still coated in her natural lubrication. Orally pleasuring a non-Vloss female before fucking her was practically a necessity for Vloss males. At least, if they wanted their partner to enjoy the experience.

She gasped as her body finally opened and he began to push in. Even though she hadn’t seen the spines, or his cock’s twin heads, she could feel that there was something very different about his dick than any she’d encountered before. Just when she had thought that she was starting to get a handle on the different types of alien anatomy, she was introduced to something completely new and different.

If she hadn’t been so aroused, the nubby protrusions might escort bayan kağıthane have scraped her insides in an uncomfortable way, but as it was, they felt incredibly good if also very strange. As he sank in, the twin heads and spines pushed against the walls of her body, making her wriggle. Sysslen’s hands rested gently but firmly around her hips, holding her in place on the wedge. His weight leaned into her, and she was grateful for the wedge’s support.

Then he began to pull out, and that thick, strange head made her groan as it rubbed along her sensitive walls. She gasped as it dragged over her g-spot, making her clench and spasm. Sliding her hands between herself and the wedge, she began to squeeze her breasts, pinching her nipples as pleasure washed over her.

Sysslen watched with amusement as the randy little Terran squeezed her breasts, even though he couldn’t see exactly what she was doing, there was no mistaking her self-involvement. He found her eagerness to cum again quite arousing. Terrans were often quite sexual, but so far he’d never met one that was so ill-trained as to ignore him in favor of herself. The novelty actually appealed to him, especially as her pussy gushed with more cream while she pinched and squeezed her nipples, moaning and bucking her hips up towards him.

The experience was much more genuine than any he’d had before.

Carefully, slowly, he began to fuck her, allowing her pussy to adjust to the strangeness of his cock. Despite the wedge, Chryssa managed to push herself back towards him every time he thrust forward, eager to feel the spines rubbing over her g-spot. If she’d seen his cock, she probably wouldn’t have been quite so eager, but she had no idea how intimidating it looked, only how good it felt.

The wet sound of his cock gliding in and out of her was interspersed with her moans and his occasional grunts as he began to pick up the pace. Chryssa’s pussy was soaked through, her clit pressing against the edge of the wedge every time Sysslen thrust home. She wanted to cum again so badly, and if she’d thought she could lift her body up enough to play with her clit, she would have done so. Instead, she took her passion out on her nipples, squeezing the tender buds tightly and twisting them back and forth. The tips rubbed against the fabric of the wedge, adding to the multitude of sensations.

The Vloss’ slow pace was starting to make her feel a bit frantic, making the climb to her climax feel interminably long.

“Harder… please, Sysslen, fuck me harder… I need it,” she begged, wagging her hips up and down.

There wasn’t a male in the universe who could have ignored a plea like that, especially since it was obvious she wasn’t just saying the words, like a well-trained courtesan, she absolutely meant them. He could feel her pussy pulling at him, squeezing him. Letting his caution slide away, he began to pump harder, faster, filling her the way he had longed to do. Chryssa cried out as his strange cock traveled through her body, verging on painful and yet bringing her such incredible pleasure.

“Oh yes… oh fuck yes… oh Sysslen, just like that!”

Chryssa wriggled and writhed, her clit rubbing against the wedge, her pussy at just the right angle for Sysslen’s cock to stimulate her g-spot with every stroke. She pinched her nipples so hard she thought she might have flattened them, and the tortured ecstasy went straight to her core.

“Fuck! Oh fuck yes!”

She screamed out his name as she came, her pussy gripping him so tightly that he could barely move. The sacs inside his body tightened and suddenly Chryssa felt herself being filled with what felt like a gallon of searing, hot cum. The spines on his cock vibrated against her womb, making her shriek and writhe as wave after wave of orgasm crashed against her. The beaded quality of his skin only made the sensations more intense as his body rubbed against her pussy lips, his hands gripping her tightly, the tips of his talons digging into her skin. Not that she noticed any discomfort, she was too far gone in sexual bliss, utterly sated from the orgasms that had wracked her.

Moving her hands out from under her body, she let her breasts press against the wedge as she closed her eyes, sighing with pleasure as she felt Sysslen shrinking inside of her. His grip on her hips lessened, caressing her, as he murmured to her in his language, sibilant sounds that soothed, like a soft hissing murmur. The tender buds of her nipples felt good pressed against the wedge, no longer pinched between her fingers.

By the time she opened her eyes again, Sysslen had his pants back on. He leaned over and flicked his tongue over her lips, the closest he could come to kissing her.

“You are a treasure, Chryssa,” he said, caressing one breast. “Don’t let them change you too much.”

Ha. She wasn’t going to let anyone change her at all, she thought, her eyelids fluttering as Sysslen left the room. And right now she was going to take a quick nap.

******

Matron was exceedingly pleased with the bonus that Sysslen left, as well as his high praise. It seemed that her strategy in leaving this particular Terran mostly untrained was paying off admirably. Such a tactic wouldn’t work with many of the young women, but Chryssa had just the right amount of innocence, eagerness, aloofness and spirit to pull it off.

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As Jack pulled out of the airport parking lot he groaned at the thought of the four-or-so hour drive ahead of him. His dream-filled nap on the plane had helped a little, but not as much as it might have.

“Want me to drive?” Jennifer asked.

Jack though about this for a moment, then had a better idea. “Can you conjure up a driver instead, while we cuddle and nap, and perhaps fool around a little?”

Jennifer looked at the loaded rear of the little SUV, then back at Jack with a questioning raised eyebrow.

“And perhaps, um, expand the back a bit, with a nice comfy bed in a little love nest?”

Tingle. Jennifer grinned. “Yes master.” Jack suddenly found himself naked, snuggled with Jennifer under soft sheets in a bed in the ‘expanded’ rear of the SUV while Jennifer’s ‘sister’ manned the wheel. Jack smiled in contentment and lazily pulled Jennifer close to kiss her.

Around three snuggly-nap-filled hours later, Jack developed a strong urge to pee. “Um, perhaps we should have her pull over. I need to take a piss.” Jennifer looked at him with an expression that said he could do better.

“What?”

She continued to look at him expectantly.

“Oh! Um, can you get rid of my need to pee so that we can make love?”

She grinned, her eyes flashed, and his bladder was empty. “Not very creative considering the extent of my abilities,” she lazily laced her fingers behind his neck and began to pull him down toward her, “but since it results in us doing my very favorite thing, I can’t complain.” Jack gently resisted her pull long enough to marvel anew at the matchless display of her long russet hair splashed across the pillows, at the golden tan of her skin contrasting deliciously against the light-cream of the sheets of their love nest, at both her brilliant green eyes and the full lips of her cute little mouth smiling up at him in open, lascivious invitation. He couldn’t resist her draw for long, though, and it had almost nothing to do with her hands pulling gently on his neck. He lowered his lips to hers.

Their leisurely love making ended just in time to get magically cleaned up and dressed and zap back into the driver and passenger seats before looking for the beach house the family had rented for the week. After a couple of wrong turns they found it and pulled into the driveway. Jack looked over at Jennifer. She looked very nervous. He smiled reassuringly and said, “Don’t worry, they’ll love you.” He had to admit that he felt some nervous excitement himself, though. He fully believed what he had just said, but he was still introducing what was in essence his life partner, eventually his wife if they formalized it that way, to his family. Who wouldn’t be a bit nervous?

Leaving their luggage in the car for the moment, they climbed the stairs to the front door — like almost all houses in the area, this one was on pylons, or stilts, as his younger sister used to call them — and opened the door. “Hello?” Jack called.

“Woo Hoo!” came the response from somewhere above. “Up here!”

Jack grinned as he led Jennifer upward. “That’s mom.”

Two floors up they finally emerged into a large open combined kitchen, dining and den area. A slender, sprightly woman with graying brown hair was puttering around the kitchen until they topped the stairs. “Hey, mom!” Jack said.

“Jack!” she grinned, coming over to give him a hug, then held him at arms length. “Good grief, boy, what have you been doing to look so studly?”

“Mom!” Jack laughed in mild embarrassment. He indicated Jennifer. “It’s all her doing. Mom, this is Jennifer Holiday. Jennifer, this is Katharine, my mother.”

Katharine had turned at the introduction, and her eyes widened. “Oh, my. Yes I can see how Jack might be inspired to great efforts. You are absolutely lovely, dear.” She had taken Jennifer’s hand, and shook it warmly. “Welcome to our little family vacation. I hope we don’t scare you off.”

Jennifer blushed a bit but smiled graciously at the praise, then laughed at the welcome. “Thank you, Mrs. Phillips. That would take some doing, I’m afraid.”

“Yes, I bet it would,” she mused thoughtfully as she looked between Jack and Jennifer, “I’ll wheedle details later.” She changed the subject as she headed back toward the kitchen, “You two are probably thirsty. Lemonade?”

“That would be great, mom. How can I help?”

She waved him off, and then waved them both toward stools at the kitchen’s counter-slash-breakfast bar. “You can’t. It’s ice and lemonade in cups. Sit. How was your trip?”

“Long, but… good,” Jack said.

“‘Good’, eh?” she repeated, looking at him shrewdly, a look he remembered well, a look she used when she knew, somehow, that he wasn’t telling the whole story, or the whole truth.

Jack grinned back innocently. Not this time, mom. You don’t want to know. “Yep,” he said out loud.

She narrowed her eyes at him for a moment, “Uh, huh.” She let it drop — for now – as she placed glasses in front of them. “Well, your father is taking escort bayan beykent a nap in our bedroom over there. Why he comes to the beach to nap in the air-conditioned bedroom, the same as he could do at home, is beyond me, but,” she shrugged. “Um, let’s see…” she ticked off on her fingers as she continued, “I believe Cindy is on the deck outside her room, reading a book. Doreen and Jonathan are taking a stroll on the beach…”

Jack turned to Jennifer, “Cindy was married to Dad’s brother until he died in the line of duty. He was an officer in the Army. She’s still part of the family, though. Doreen is mom’s sister. Jonathan is her husband.”

Katharine continued, “Sarah, Janie, and a friend of Janie’s that came with her, Lea something-or-other, are sunning by the pool. Zane is down there too, trying to nonchalantly ogle the girls in their much too skimpy bathing suits while trying to hide his boner.”

“Mother!” Jack laughed in shock.

She shrugged. “It’s true,” she said matter-of-factly. “Boys will be boys. And girls will be girls, I guess.”

Jack just shook his head and turned back to Jennifer. “Sarah is my younger sister. We’ve talked about her a bit. Zane is Cindy’s son, her only child. Janie is Doreen’s and Jonathan’s daughter, also an only child. I don’t know who Lea is.” Jack frowned and turned back to his mother. “What about Martha and Elizabeth?” Martha was Jack’s older sister, the wild sibling, and Elizabeth was her young daughter, whose arrival had tamed Martha quite a bit. Martha wasn’t sure who the father was. Jack and Jennifer had discussed Martha on several occasions.

Katharine sighed. “She couldn’t get the whole week off. She’ll be here Wednesday.”

“Oh, Okay. Well, I guess we should get our bags moved in. Where is our room?”

Katharine pointed downward. “You guys are in the back bedroom to the left when you come out of the stairs. Sorry, the old folks got dibs on the ocean-front rooms. You should still have a great view from your little balcony, though.”

“Okay. We’ll go get unpacked, and be back up in a little while.” Jack said, gulping the rest of his lemonade before heading for the stairs. Jennifer took a final sip of hers, placed both of their glasses in the sink, and said, “Thanks for the lemonade, Mrs. Phillips,” before following after Jack.

Katharine waved her off. “Call me Katherine, please. No thanks necessary, although if you can get that boy to put his dishes away after he’s done with them…” she shook her head while pointing to Jennifer having done it for him. A moment later she called down after them. “Dinner is going to be simple tonight; hot dogs and hamburgers. Jonathan’ll be lighting the grill when they return from their walk on the beach in a few minutes, so chow time should be in about an hour.”

Jack and Jennifer unpacked casually, exchanging frequent caresses and playful grabs as they moved around their bedroom. True to Katharine’s word, while their bedroom was on a corner of the house opposite from the ocean, it had a private deck on the side of the house that enjoyed a great view down the beach, and plenty of shade from another deck above. After they finished putting things away, they relaxed in the hammock on the deck, Jack feeling slightly but pleasantly guilty as they swung lazily that he wasn’t helping with dinner.

“Your mom’s great, I really like her,” Jennifer said with a grin, but Jack could tell that there was a ‘but’.

“But?”

Jennifer screwed up her face as if she was a bit afraid to go on, or that the Genie was afraid to anger her Master. “Well, she’s a little… different.”

“Different? How? Do you mean, like, lesbian or something?”

Jennifer rolled her eyes. “No!” But then she frowned and shrugged, “well, maybe. I don’t know exactly. She’s different because I can’t read her like I can most people.”

It was Jack’s turn to frown. “What do you mean?”

Jennifer thought for a moment. “Well, this isn’t the best analogy, but think of most people as, say, a college dorm room, with an open door. Just by walking by the door and glancing inside, you can see a bit about the occupants, and without an invasion of their privacy. That’s what I can usually do, sexually related, with most people, just through my basic ability and without a wish or anything from you. A step further would be to stick your head in the door for a quick look. That might roughly equate to the tote board.

“Now, the next step would be a closed but unlocked door. That’s kind of what I get from your mom. I can read nothing from her now. If you wished me to, I could ‘open the door’ and look in without harming her in any way, as the door is ‘unlocked’, but she might be aware of something going on, just as you would know if someone opened your actual dorm room door and looked inside. There’s also the question of if that’s more of an invasion of privacy. It certainly would be in the case of the dorm room, but, well,” she shrugged, escort özbek “perhaps that’s where the analogy breaks down a bit. Beyond that, as you have mentioned before, she also certainly seems incredibly intuitive.”

Jack absorbed this. “So… what would cause this ‘closed door’? And as for the intuitive part, we’ve always written that off as ‘motherly intuition’.”

Jennifer shrugged. “Hard to say, at least without a wish from you to investigate, and even then my investigation would be restricted to sexual. Or protection, of course, but I certainly don’t sense, or expect at this point, that your mother is any danger to you.”

Jack raised his eyebrows. “I would certainly hope not!”

“I don’t know if you Mom’s ‘closed door’ and intuition are some innate ability, or perhaps something magical. I think I can say, though, that if they are magically related, it isn’t Jinn-wrought.”

“Huh? What else would it be?”

Jennifer lifted her head from lying on his shoulder to look at him with a raised eyebrow. “It could be many things. You don’t think Jinn magic is the only magic, do you?”

Jack looked back at her in shock. “Well, no, I guess not. I honestly haven’t thought about it at all, but now that you bring it up, it only makes sense…” he trailed off as the implications flooded his brain. “Holy shit! How could I not have thought about this before? Does that mean that there are, like, really witches and vampires and wizards and stuff?”

Jennifer shrugged again. “Now? I don’t know. Back in my original time…”

“Jack?” Jack’s dad’s voice interrupted from the deck above them. “Are you kids down there?”

Jack was so engrossed in Jennifer’s revelation that he nearly jumped out of the hammock in surprise at the call. “Hey!… Dad. Yeah, us ‘kids’ are down here.”

“Well come on up. Dinner is almost ready, and all of us are dying to meet this girlfriend of yours. Your mom tells us she’s quite the looker.”

Jack shook his head and shrugged apologetically to Jennifer. Typical Dad, Jack thought to himself. Jennifer just giggled. Jack sighed and started maneuvering them out of the hammock. “I guess we’ll have to continue this later. Ready?”

Jennifer looked nervous again, but Jack just grinned.

Jack and Jennifer climbed the stairs to the living area to be greeted by a cheerful, slightly cacophonic welcome. Jack looked around to find that all the adults were present, but the kids still must be changing. He waved at everyone and said a general howdy, then steered Jennifer toward his Dad. “Dad, this is Jennifer Holiday. Jennifer, this is Ronald, my Dad.”

Jennifer returned Ronald’s firm hand shake and said, “It’s wonderful to meet you, Mr. Phillips.” She released his hand and performed a graceful little spin. Even in her current simple light green pair of corduroy short-shorts, matching sleeveless v-neck t-shirt, and comfortable nearly-flat sandals she was heart-stoppingly gorgeous. She had brushed her long hair until it glowed a deep red, and as she turned she flashed to good effect legs that, in flats, more than equaled what a pin-up model would require spiked heels to achieve. So the answer was already a given when she looked at him, head tilted, eyebrow raised, a saucy little grin playing on her lips and asked “I hope I meet your ‘looker’ expectations?”

Jack’s father was a generation older, and thus a bit old-school, the breadwinner while his wife was the homemaker. Still, he had been a good father, showing up at the important baseball games, dance recitals, etc. Sometimes he was a bit clueless on the finer points of family goings on, and interpersonal interaction, but he knew enough to ‘harrumph’ and look a bit bashful, now.

Jack’s mom laughed and slapped his arm, “Serves you right!” She grinned and held a thumbs-up to Jennifer, “Good for you!”

Jennifer grinned back and shrugged.

Jack led her to a middle-aged couple, next. “Jennifer, this is Jonathan and Doreen Schubert. Doreen is mom’s younger sister. Jonathan, Doreen, this is Jennifer Holiday, my girlfriend.”

They both greeted her warmly. Jonathan made a heroic effort not to ogle. He was somewhat successful.

Last of the adults was a short, attractive dirty-blond. She was slender and lightly curvy, and Jack was happy to see that the only change in her since the last time he saw her was a slight deepening in the laugh wrinkles around her eyes and at the corner of her mouth. “Jennifer, this is Cindy. Cindy, this is Jennifer Holiday.”

Cindy smiled. “It’s so nice to meet you. Finally, someone worthy of my favorite nephew!”

Jennifer blushed and said thanks, while Jack snorted. “Cindy, I’m you’re only nephew!”

Cindy shrugged. “That just makes my standards higher.”

They all stood around and chatted casually while awaiting the arrival of the grilled meat, which Jonathan had gone to retrieve, and the rest of the younger generation, at whom various adults took turns yelling down the stairs escort bayan yenibosna to hurry up. Everyone wanted to know how Jack and Jennifer had met, of course, and they repeated their now familiar, totally BS story. There wasn’t time for much of anything after that, as the burgers and dogs arrived, followed seconds later by the stragglers. The first was Zane, Cindy’s son, a gangly, stick-thin young man sporting a shock of unruly brown hair. Jack was surprised at how tall Zane had grown since the last time he had seen him, but determined not to mention it. That was way too grown-up a comment.

Unsurprisingly, Zane headed straight for the food, giving a grunted reply to any greeting he received on the way. He didn’t even notice Jennifer until he had a plate overloaded and started looking for a place to sit. He almost dropped it, then, and spent the next while staring at her while managing to look everywhere but. And shoveling in food, of course.

Last up the stairs was Sarah, Jack’s younger sister, and what appeared to be her entourage; their cousin Janie, and a girl Jack didn’t recognize who must be Lea. Sarah was worthy of the entourage from a girl’s point of view, he supposed; a pretty blond who had always been popular, always a cheerleader, always with the ‘in’ crowd. Now a senior in college, it wasn’t surprising that the younger ladies idolized her, especially Janie, who would be a college freshman at the end of the summer. Long, straight dark hair to Sarah’s long, curly blond, slender, understated curves to Sarah’s more voluptuous figure, Janie looked like she might be catching up to Sarah in the looks department, even if her look was quite different.

Lea, though, was a surprise, and a bit of a puzzle. Her slightly short, stacked figure had larger breasts and a rounder, fuller, tighter ass than Sarah, yet had a tiny waist and toned, tan legs that only a teen could possess. Her pretty face and lustrous, wavy brown hair combined with the rest to make for a very hot young lady, yet she gave every indication of being extremely self conscious, and deferential to both of the other girls. Jack made a mental note to nose into that a bit.

Sarah led her little procession halfway into the room before she spotted Jennifer, and then she visually deflated. Jack and Jennifer walked up to the trio. “Hey, Sarah. This is Jennifer, my girlfriend. Jennifer, this is my sister Sarah, my cousin Janie, and this must be Lea, yes?” Lea nodded mutely as she stared at Jennifer in awe. Janie said, “Um, hi,” as she did the same thing. Sarah managed to extend her hand and shake Jennifer’s as she said, “Nice to meet you,” while also staring half in awe, half in something a bit more sour. Jennifer greeted them all warmly.

“Come on everyone, let’s eat before the food gets cold… or Zane eats it all.” Katharine said. Zane blushed slightly, but didn’t stop shoveling it in, or staring in what he hoped was a surreptitious manner at Jennifer. Jack and Jennifer slowly moved toward the buffet where the food was laid out, winding up in line behind the girls. Filling their plates, they looked for a place to sit. The girls had ensconced themselves at one small table, and the youngest two at least were giving Jennifer looks as if they hoped she would join them. Jack looked over at Zane. “I’m going to sit with Zane. He looks a bit lonely.”

“Ok, I’ll go with you.”

“Sure you don’t want to sit with your new fan club?”

Jennifer smiled ruefully, “I have a feeling there will be plenty of that this week.”

“Aw, poor baby.” Jack said completely insincerely. Jennifer narrowed her eyes at him.

Zane sat up straighter and looked a bit uncomfortable yet excited when it was obvious they were heading his way. “Hey, Zane! Mind if we join you?” Jack asked.

“Uh, sure!”

They sat, and then realized they had forgotten beverages. “I’ll get them!” Jennifer said, bouncing back up. She looked at Jack with a raised eyebrow and asked in a voice suspicious for sounding remarkably flight attendant-like. “Ice cold bottle of beer, sir?”

Jack narrowed his eyes in return, “Sure.”

Zane observed the obviously charged exchange, then Jennifer’s captivating backside as she walked away. He noticed Jack noticing his noticing, and looked hurriedly down at his plate. Jack smiled. “Zane, let’s go ahead and take care of something now.”

Zane looked up with a miserable ‘busted’ expression on his face. “Yes, Uncle Jack.”

Jack snorted, “No, let’s take care of that first. Call me ‘uncle’ again and I’ll smack ya. It’s just Jack, got me?”

Zack grinned. “Yes, un… Jack.”

“Good. Now. She,” he indicated Jennifer across the room putting ice in a cup, “is incredibly hot, yes?”

“Yeah, I guess so.” Zane said noncommittally, obviously unsure of where the conversation was going.

“You ‘guess so.’ Not to brag, but honestly, have you ever seen anyone hotter in person?”

“Um, no, I guess not.”

“Good. So, it would be very unfair, and unrealistic, for me to expect you, a healthy young lad, not to admire her, yes.”

“Uh, I guess so?”

“Right. Therefore, I give you permission to ogle her as much as you want. I don’t mind, and she won’t either.”

Jennifer returned at that point, cutting off their discussion. She looked back and forth between them suspiciously. “Have you boys been talking about me?”

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