1 comments/ 10142 views/ 3 favorites Revealed in Dance Class Ch. 02 By: luvsatn The summer after my eye-opening, fetish-creating dance class I was invited by one of my classmates, Eliza, to join her and another classmate, James, for a long weekend on Cape Cod. I had become good friends with both and was comfortable around them in a special way engendered by the unique class experience we had shared. I rang James on coordinating our arrival later that week. He informed me that we'd be sharing a beach cottage owned by Eliza's mom, Francesca, who also would be present. I looked forward to the short break from my summer job roofing houses in the upstate New York city where I had grown up. In all the excitement of packing for this trip I sort of "forgot" to pack a swimsuit, thinking I'd play it by ear. I had heard that this town on the Cape had plenty of beach space and some of it quite non-traditional. In addition to conventional summer wear I did pack some clothes reminiscent of our class earlier that spring: two high cut panty briefs, one nude and another a pastel blue, a slightly tighter dark blue panty that might be mistaken for a Speedo when dry, a bright white brand new highwaisted panty with just under an inch of lace around the waistband, and finally a close-fitting but comfortable pale blue camisole my ballerina girlfriend Heather had thrust upon me the night before my departure. Over the first few weeks of summer her interest in my fetish, first made known to her in the spring [see Ch 1], had grown quite a bit, and we had become even closer on those hot summer evenings lounging around in panties and lingerie, enjoying each other's company and a lot, let me repeat a lot, of kinky sex. Over the long bus ride to the Cape, as I recalled the times James, Eliza and my other classmates had enjoyed with each other in dance, I couldn't help but become and remain aroused with anticipation. At the bus station, Eliza jumped out of a battered Volvo wagon. She was wearing a cherry red bikini top and faded denim cut-offs, and looked a million bucks with her tan, her long black hair and beautiful cheekbones. I couldn't help but become a bit hard as she pressed her tits against me with a welcoming hug. We drove south of Provincetown a short way and she pulled off the road onto an unkempt gravel driveway, which led toward a nicely situated one-story shingled cottage with a deck facing the dunes, beyond which lay the ocean. Outside the cottage, I met Nick, her 18 yr old brother, who was lounging in an Adirondack chair in board shorts and faded t-shirt. He was about 5'10" and slender, with the same aquiline features possessed by his sister. Like her, he had arresting blue eyes. Armed with the first of many beers, I headed toward the outdoor shower Eliza insisted I use, and noted it was just a showerhead sticking out of the wall, with no fence. At least it didn't face the driveway. Oh well, do as the Romans do, I thought, and enjoyed a cooling shower with the sunset playing over my unevenly tanned body. I felt good about myself, having kept my weight at 145 but with some new definition in my chest, arm and abs due to the hard roofing work. I had no discernible fat in my midsection and my waist was taut. My upper body had a golden glow from working in the sun, and I was quite pale where shorts protected my skin. Wrapped in a beach towel, I ambled back to the room I was to be staying in and was greeted by James, who had shown up in the last few minutes. He was just as I remember him, standing 5'9" with a lithe dancer's body topped by a face featuring green eyes, brown hair and a wonderfully engaging smile. I pulled out a t-shirt, shorts and the pastel blue high cut panty and laid them on the bed. James softly whistled his appreciation at my choice of underwear and informed me he'd failed to bring anything soft and kinky. "Maybe I can help you with that," I said and thrust my hand into my backpack. As I reached down I felt even more nylon and satin than I remembered packing, and a bit puzzled, withdrew a sheer pink nightie reaching to the midthigh and another white nylon nightie reaching down to the knee that I recognized as belonging to Heather. That minx! A note fluttered to the floor. It read "Enjoy yourself, honey, but keep thinking of me!" No doubt I would, and how could I not, with these accoutrements! The pink was a sleeveless number that had just straps around the shoulder and no forms for breasts, just a slight billow and straight drop. The white was also simple in design and equaled the pink in translucence. James brightened at the sight of these new treats and asked with a grin, "Umm, could I sleep in one of those?" to which I replied of course and tossed him the pink. He caressed the fabric for a moment before dropping it into his bag. I dropped the towel and slowly pulled the blue highcuts up my legs, finally bringing the waistband over my rapidly growing penis. It strained and stretched the soft elastic fabric as it probed up toward the waistband, and the details of my circumcised cock were clearly outlined for James' view as I gave him a turn. Suitably attired for dinner - once we donned shorts and t-shirts, that is - we went to eat. Eliza's mom, a lively divorcee with twinkling eyes who was the spitting image of Famke Janssen, greeted us both with a hug and said, "Eliza has told me so much about you two. I can't wait to get to know you a bit better and learn your tastes in dance and fashion." I reddened a bit, not knowing just how much she knew, but enjoying the suspense in any case. The dinner was excellent, a seafood pasta accompanied by lively conversation and four bottles of red wine. I was distracted by the knowing smiles on Eliza's and her mother's faces as well as the glances they gave each other, and wondered just how crazy this weekend might get. At one point, Eliza alluded subtly at the strange preferences in dancewear she knew James and I shared, and Nick looked at us with greater curiosity than before. After dinner we retired fairly quickly due to the long day and copious wine. James took a quick shower outdoors and returned to the bedroom with a gleam in his eye. He let the towel drop and carefully draped the pink nightie over his head and shoulders. It dropped over his body and he seemed to shiver in delight. Sheer down to below the navel, the nightie had thicker fabric from there to its hem just below the crotch to provide a modicum of modesty. In no way was this adequate, as James' hardon poked outward and upward. As he turned and pranced in this new treasure, his cock waved back and forth. He practically shuddered in pleasure as the fabric caressed his now fully engorged cock. Turning to me with a look of desire, he asked, "Dave, would you like one of the backrubs we used to share in dance?" Of course I replied and willingly shed my clothes down to the panties and assumed a supine position on my bed. He turned off all but one small light. Instead of standing by the side of the bed, he sat on my thighs and got to work rubbing a light oil into my back and arms. I couldn't believe how sensual the soft swishing of the nightie's fabric felt sweeping across my back and ass. I got the feeling James knew it, and was deliberately accentuating his strokes to create those wonderful frissons. When he reached high on my back I could feel his nylon encased cock pressing gently against the crack of my ass. Wow, that was different, arousing too! After some 20 minutes he asked me to turn over. I was rewarded by the freeing of pressure on my cock, and by the sight of James' hardon sticking straight toward me under the nightie. He resumed his disciplined yet stimulating massage over my chest and then turned around, sitting on my stomach, to work on my legs. Because he was wearing nothing underneath, when he leaned far forward his hard cock, surrounded by nylon, would press down on my own crotch, providing a new feeling for me. Then he turned around again and resumed kneading my chest and then worked lower. He gently ran his hands around my stomach and traced soft lines just above the waistband of my panties. With each stroke my penis responded, pulsing with anticipation and desire. I couldn't take my eyes off the bulge in the nightie that barely hid his cock, which was waving back and forth underneath the soft fabric. I couldn't resist but to reach out and gather a bit of fabric on either side of his member in both hands, forming a billowy loose tent over it. Ever so slowly I moved my hands left and right, shaking the fabric so that his cock was feeling the lightest touch of the nightie. It wove back and forth with these movements, and softly brushed up against one or the other of my hands clutching the nightie. Every once in a while I'd stretch my hands out a few inches, drawing the soft fabric a bit tighter around his pulsating cock. Soon he gave up trying to massage me and abandoned himself to my ministrations. I had him scooch up from my thighs so that he was sitting on my navel, which made its size all the more impressive, as its tip was no more than six inches from my face. I had no mercy, maintaining a gentle rhythm and alternately tightening and loosening my grasp over the fabric surrounding his cock. Meanwhile he played with his nipples through the nightie. After about five minutes I noticed his abdomen tightening and his breathing became ragged. Within seconds he bucked lightly and his penis began to visibly vibrate within the softness of the nightie. With a soft moan he began to came all over the nightie, with each jet accompanied by a slight stiffening and upward jerk of his cock. He ended up darkening the pink with an enormous wad it seemed to take seven or so shots to unload. The nightie's front was a mess and so was James, who looked like he might pass out. I reached my hands around his waist and caressed his back so that the sticky spot on the gown fell and lay on my chest. Being the great guy I knew he was, he began returning the favor by kneeling next to the bed and gently pushing my cock from left to right and back again within the panties (as any hardened panty addict knows, this is the absolute best way to enjoy them). Like me he had no intention of letting up until I was finished, and he too took time to alternate speed and pressure. As my hardon tested the waistband's limits small drops of precum began to soak the panties. Soon I too felt involuntary tightening pulsations in my abdomen, and I tried to restrain my cumming. All that did was make me harder and bigger, so these were soon followed by a truly massive orgasm that expressed itself in a series of pulses that caused my spine to flex, lifting my abdomen off the bed and my head off the pillow. The seeds of the day's arousal - from my daydreaming on the bus through my hug with Eliza and finally my dressing games with James - splashed through the fabric, creating a lovely mess. James then surprised me by leaning over and running his fingers through the cum, then spreading it on my chest. I wondered what next. With that we each fell into a deep sleep in our single beds. To be cont'd Revealed in Dance Class Ch. 03 Saturday morning found me and James emerging from a relaxed slumber in the guestroom of Eliza's cottage. We rose from our beds and greeted each other with a smile. Still wearing the things caused us so much commotion the night before, in my case a pair of highcut pastel blue panties and in his a simple translucent pink nightgown he had borrowed from me, we moved about the room and prepared for breakfast with our hostesses and a day on the beach. On inspection, each sported a clearly discernible stained area – not spot - where our ministrations on the other had each provoked monstrous orgasms. Also noticeable was that our cocks seemed poised for more, as we both had pretty full hardons. James' waved around, curling upward under that nightie, seeming to draw strength from the way it was caressed by the soft fabric. "It's amazing, the way you brought me off last night in this soft nightie made it feel like as if my cock hadn't even been touched, as if a cool breeze were blowing over it, so I feel harder than ever," James remarked. I too felt a quicker recovery and more enduring strength than I expected after such a massive blast, and chalked it up to both the soft feel of the panty embracing my cock all night and the anticipation of whatever we might encounter over the coming day. Eliza knocked on the door at about 8, asking if we were ready for breakfast and later, the beach. Wrapping a beach towel around my waist, I cracked the door open, letting James remain concealed behind. She looked great in a long white t-shirt; her yellow bikini was clearly visible beneath. "Sounds great. Hey, you know, Eliza, I forgot to pack a swimsuit," I lied (as my forgetting was entirely intentional). With a knowing and just slightly evil grin she replied, "Well, I am sure you'll come up with something. Don't worry about us or the crowds, because I'm guessing my mom's ready for anything and we're unlucky if there is more than one party on the beach every 100 yards." With that she turned and sauntered toward the kitchen, flashing her long legs and gently shaking her fine derriere as she went. "Well, with that kind of freedom to choose I have a tough decision," I announced to James. I held up the size 5 nude highcut panties and the size 5 dark blue hipsters that I figured might be mistaken for a Speedo from a distance. "I know I can't wear these blues I have on now, as we pretty much wrecked them last night. Between these two, what do you think?" "I think I'd better join you in femming a bit but in that case you'll have to let me borrow one. Question is, which do you want?" he replied with a smile, having read my mind. "Here, close your eyes and feel each and pick," I answered. He did so and I rubbed each one in turn softly along each of his thighs. "Whichever one is on the left is just fine with me," he said and opened his eyes. I tossed the dark blue ones into his lap and said, "OK, time's wasting and let's get ready." We peeled off our nightwear, placing these in my bag, and donned the fresh panties. Our hardons were unmistakable, primarily so for James due to the small size of his "speedo" and for me because of the thin nude fabric that revealed everything, including the fleshy color and other details of my circumcised cock. Over these we each put on cut-off shorts and a t-shirt and filed out to confront the day. Francesca, Eliza's mother, had along with her prepared a tasty breakfast of pancakes, sausage and fruits. She was wearing a loose floral wrap over a white one piece maillot; neither were sufficient to conceal the lovely shape of her slightly pendulous tits, narrow waist and fine butt. She was a fine complement to her daughter, who was wearing the same outfit she had greeted me with that morning. We all made light conversation and were soon joined by Nick, Eliza's slender and good-looking 18 year old brother, in a red t-shirt and board shorts. The outward appearance of my own and James' normal clothes enabled my hardon to recede a bit, but I knew it would re-emerge on any additional stimulus such as that staring me in the face in the form of those beautiful females. Along the walls of the dining area were hung a number of photographs. Alongside the usual pics of the kids growing up were some with a more artistic orientation. Some featured Eliza in dancewear or other costumes, and looked readily convertible to a model's portfolio. Likewise there were a few of Nick in various states, and finally one with the two of them wearing leotards, staring at the camera in a comfortable embrace. James complimented whoever the photographer was for capturing such a great series of poses, and Eliza pointed out with pride that it was her mother's work. At 1030 we packed a large lunch, drinks, a couple of chairs and an umbrella and made off over a sandy path for the beach, which lay beyond the dunes that rose up a short distance from the cottage. We immediately felt the heat, as the breeze was light to nonexistent that day. Topping the grassy rise of the dunes over a set of wooden stairs, we saw the ocean at low tide lapping up to a fine sandy beach some 50 yards away. I was gratified to see no other parties on the beach and few telltale footprints; it really looked like we had the place to ourselves. Setting up about 30 yards from the water, we planted the umbrella in the sand and placed the cooler and chairs under its shade. Already a sheen of sweat formed on our skin from the sun's searing heat. Francesca thanked us for our labors and gracefully shucked the wrap, revealing both the blinding white maillot and a fantastic body for a woman in her forties. I knew I was in trouble from that point forward. She took a seat in the shade and relaxed under her sunglasses with a thick magazine. After we laid out our towels in the sun, Eliza mischievously asked just loud enough for all to hear, "So guys, surely you're not going to stand out in here in this heat all day in those shorts and shirts? We are at the beach you know." "Well I suppose you're right," I replied and grabbing the hem of my t-shirt with my arms crossed over my stomach (you know, the way women remove sweaters) slowly lifted the t-shirt over my head. "I'd like your help in getting some lotion on my back, as I don't want to fry. That OK?" Next, without missing a beat I unbuttoned and then partially unzipped my shorts, knowing that this way they would be too tight to drop without some additional fuss. I noticed that James was going through the same motions a few feet away, and was already lowering his shorts to the ground. Knowing Eliza's eyes were glued on me, I wriggled my hips to get the shorts down to my legs and then let them fall. I heard Nick suck in his breath as he stared open-mouthed at the sexually charged display James and I presented. Having heard, his mother then turned her head in our direction to confront our practically nude bodies so licentiously posed before her family. Arching an eyebrow, she calmly noted, "Eliza, my dear, I guess you weren't kidding when you said these young men were plenty adventurous, and fine. May I compliment you both on your physiques and unusual swimwear, which shows them off so well." From behind her sunglasses she didn't take her eyes off us for some moments as we, like so many girls we'd seen our entire lives, pulled lightly up at the waistbands of the "swimsuits" and then ran our fingers along the back and front of the leg openings, adjusting the way they fit to make sure they lay flat without wrinkles on our abdomens and glutes. Thankfully while we were a bit hard and very slowly swelling, we weren't bursting out of the panties, probably due to the slight nervousness of unveiling ourselves so boldly to those we didn't know that well. "Dave, lie down and I will put some lotion on your back. Nick, you better get James before the sun does its worst," Eliza commanded her younger brother gently. As if mesmerized, Nick turned to do just that, rubbing a generous dollop of cream all over my friend's back as he lay on the towel. Nick's obedient response to her exhortation interested me, and I wondered if it was the result of being the youngest in a family of such obvious sexual dynamism. Having put too much cream on James' back (purposefully?), Nick had to take extra time to work it in, and made sure to cover every square inch. This, I noticed, included James' shoulders, lats, and area right above the panties' waistband. Meanwhile Eliza performed similar ministrations on my prostrate form. She made gentle sweeps up and down my back, accidentally touching the waistband of my nudes several times in an attempt to make sure the cream was fully worked in. She deliberately leaned over far enough to smash her right breast into my back, provoking additional hardening of my cock. With a couple of smaller dollops she also ensured that the backs of my thighs were protected too. As she ran her hands up and down these from knee to the bottom of my panties, I became more and more aroused, thinking of how just one very thin layer of elastic fabric concealed my assets from her gaze. "Now that you are done could I get you to put some lotion on my back?" asked Eliza, tossing me a brown tube. She took the t-shirt off to reveal her yellow bikini and beautiful angular 5'8" body with its slightly out of scale tits. She lay down on a towel and took her hair in one hand to clear it from her upper back. With both hands she unsnapped the back of her top, and then drew the strings from the knot at her neck and let them fall beside her, after which she closed her eyes. I had to sit up and the sheer size of my erection, which was pointing up to the waistband at an angle, was unmistakable. It bowed outward and upward, teasing the underside of the waistband. I squeezed some cocoa butter into her back, making sure the lotion was completely worked in through long deliberate strokes that reached from her shoulders down to the dimples in her lower back. I noticed her subtle writhing on receiving my practiced strokes, which made me even more excited than previously. I was happy I wasn't wearing the tighter, smaller blue panties I had given James, as either these might have become too confining and uncomfortable, or my penis might have escaped those confines altogether with my gathering lust. Meanwhile James was kneading some white cream into Nick's back to ensure he didn't burn either. The urgency of his own arousal was clearly evident with the lurid display of his hardened, pantied cock jutting upward, challenging the confines of the waistband. For his part, by the look in his eyes I could tell Nick was energized despite his futile attempt to relax. Having finished with our hosts, we each then lay back on our own towels and slowly rubbed lotion onto our own thighs, shoulders, chests and abdomens. I could tell Eliza was occasionally sneaking a glance at the sight before her, but she practiced indifference in a vain effort to conceal her interest in the goings on. Both of us had huge tents, more like ridges, in our panties as we worked the cream into our flesh. Small spots of precum appeared at both our tips. After finishing we each closed our eyes to the sun and the heat and tried to unwind a bit. After a silent rest of about an hour I asked James, "Would you like to take a walk?" He nodded and Nick also perked up. The ladies meanwhile seemed too crushed by sun and heat to do much of anything. Extracting three beers from the cooler, we headed south with our feet in the water, our cocks in sensual elastic microfabric [well, two of us anyway] and our heads in the clouds. Our hardons paraded before us, hidden from exposure only by the thinnest of fabrics. Sweat dripped from our torsos into the waistbands of our panties. There were only a few other parties on the beach. As we passed by a quartet of high school girls we noted their extreme interest in our unfamilar swimwear and taut physiques. A trio of apparently gay men in their twenties also took pleasure in the sight before them. Once our beers were finished and we were on a long stretch of empty beach, Nick suggested we take a dip. I think he may have been interested in what would appear once our "suits" were wet, but the sun's relentless assault on our skin made it seem a good idea in any case. We walked into the cooling water, and as our panties became soaked they clung to our skin, and our cocks, even tighter. We stood about waist deep, dunking our heads in periodically to cool off and letting the surf buffet our bodies. As I expected, my nudes became utterly transparent, and James' blues also became significantly more revealing. We emerged into shallower water about knee deep. With the panties drenched, the details of his lengthened circumcised penis were apparent to anyone within 25 feet. "God this feels great," he exclaimed and I nodded my assent. Nick looked on thoughtfully as if prepared to make some point but remained silent. "What do you think, Nick, about our swimsuits?" I teased him gently. "I wish I had your guts and your imagination, because I can tell you're really turned on and frankly so am I," he replied. With the panties in their current state, our walk back was even more invigorating. Each of us was checking out the other, and especially enjoyed the shocked and focused stares of the parties we passed along the way. On our return we flopped down on our towels and Eliza remarked, "You all look so refreshed I think it's time Mom and I got wet too. It's just too hot today." With that she and Francesca marched into the surf, and frolicked about for some time, looking more like sisters than mother and child. When they returned I noted that Francesca's bright white maillot had become almost transparent from the hips up. Her breasts fronted by quarter sized nipples gently undulated as she returned to her chair underneath the umbrella. Eliza also looked amazing, and the heat of the day and perhaps her own thoughts added a languorous sway to her gait as she too returned to our little circle. On resuming her prone position on the towel she asked Nick to re-apply cocoa butter to her back, a command he appeared eagerly ready to fulfill. I watched with interest as he took care to work the lotion well into her tanned skin, making sure her skin was protected and her back muscles were loosened by what appeared to be a pretty good amateur massage. Watching this in turn raised my own heat, and my hardon returned to a state that challenged its inadequate elastic confines. We all ate our sandwiches and consumed more fluids, so necessary on that absurdly hot day. The three guys preferred beer, while Eliza and her mom worked on some sangria they had prepared that morning. Later I and James demonstrated to Nick some easy stretching exercises from our dance class earlier that spring. Our legs sticking straight out before us, we wrapped our hands around our feet and brought our heads to our knees. Then we uncoiled and lay flat, before putting our hands on the ground next to our ears, walking our feet slowly backward and erecting perfect arches by pushing our abdomens to the sky. I could see clearly the outline of James' cock, the highest point in that arch, and noted that both Francesca and Eliza were closely observing our performance as well. Lastly we reverted to lying down flat, and slowly brought our legs over our heads until our toes touched the ground about a yard beyond. Then we walked our toes slowly back toward our heads so that our knees ended up touching the towels next to our heads. Not for the first time when doing this particular exercise, I noticed just how closely this positioned my hardened cock to my face – it seemed the only thing pre venting it from slapping me in the face was the slight wisp of fabric I wore. Afterwards we had to readjust our undies, running our fingers around the waistbands and then pulling down on leg openings. James, Nick and I headed down the beach aways for a dip. After passing the teenagers again with a friendly wave we entered the water, staying between knee and navel depth. In this way we enjoyed the transparency of our "suits" and frolicked about, splashing each other and taking pleasure in the sight of our fine forms. Next we headed back to the ladies. Just when I thought my poor prick could relax a bit, upon our return I was mildly shocked to see that both had gone topless, Eliza by removing her top and her mother by rolling down her one piece to below her navel. They each were rubbing cocoa butter into their defenseless breasts, although the fact that they weren't entirely pale indicated they had done this before. The fantastic undulating motion of their breasts being mauled by their hands, and gleam of the butter shining on those, restored some power to my flagging pole. Behind her sunglasses I imagined Francesca's sardonic perspective on my mildly priapic state – all my fault basically. We stood in front of them for a moment, fussing over our panties again the same way girls do bikini bottoms. At this point I, and I imagine James, was so consumed with lust and exhibitionism I took no apparent regard of the wonderfully revealing nature of the panties – yet of course we were aware of little else. We eventually repaired to our towels for some fruit juice and a lie down. After crisping away in the sun for another hour on that windless day we all had enough. Seemingly of one mind and without any discussion we began to pack our things and shortly headed back to the cottage. And our skin was baked. On the way back Francesca remarked quietly to James and me, "James, Dave, we're all exhausted and I don't expect it to get much cooler, so dinner will be light and early. I also want further insights into your fashion choices as explained to me previously by my daughter - I'll expect equally adventurous costumes for our evening party." Needless to say, it sounded like a quite an evening coming up. To be cont'd Revealed in Dance Class Ch. 04 The boys graciously let the women use the shower first, cooling our heels in the shade of the deck beers in hand. After some chitchat Nick asked in a somewhat tentative voice, "Hey guys do you think you could fix me up with something sexy to wear tonight? It looks like so much fun and I'd like to shock my sister, because she always thinks she's one step ahead." "Why not?" I replied, "I am sure we can dig something up." With that we heard the screen door slam around the corner, indicating that the women were finished and we could finally wash off all that sweat, sand and lotion. We took fresh towels off a stack and then each luxuriated under the cool water of the open shower. After Nick took his turn, James and I each peeled off our panties and standing naked, soaked them with water and a small dollop of shower gel. These we sought to hang on the line next to the shower, but the only six clothespins were already clamping the ladies' swimsuits. I decided to hang my nudes with the same pins that held the straps of Francesca's maillot, so it was suspended in the cleavage, and James hung his dark blues stretched between the top and bottom of Eliza's yellow bottom. Our "suits" looked pathetic, immaterial and plenty sexy next to the conventional swimwear. Just as we were completing our panty – hanging labors, Eliza appeared from around the corner, three beers in her hand, saying "guys, I knew you'd like some cold ones and..." and stopped short at the sight we presented. We turned our half-hard cocks without shame toward her and thanked her. She withdrew gracefully without comment, only a smile, and the three of us laughed softly. "Hey, Dave, let's step it up a notch," James suggested after a moment. "How many notches are left?" I wondered aloud, thinking back on last night's pantied mutual, our beach parade of penises, the glorious sight of Eliza and Francesca rubbing butter deep into their boobs that afternoon, and the Chippendale's show we just gave. "Just what do you have in mind?" "Let's shave our legs," he said, opening his kit and pulling out a disposable, "but let's be quick about it so it's a surprise to the others." I had to think about it for a moment – although Heather, being more than a little kinky herself, presented no problem, my roofing buddies might. What excuse could I possibly come up with to explain newly shaved legs? The hell with it, I'd go with long pants the rest of the summer to conform to James' really great idea. As I sat naked in a wooden chair, he ran some shaving cream up and down each of my legs and swiftly shaved me from my crotch to my ankles. My cock stood pretty much straight up and waved around throughout this exercise, but he had, for safety's sake, to gently take it in hand and keep it to one side or the other when he mowed my crotch. This was a first for me, a man's touch on my cock. I in turn shaved Nick, taking note of his impressive manhood. I didn't have to touch it, as it pointed straight up, level with his navel as he sat in the chair. Then he shaved James. For good measure each of us shaved any chest and stomach hair our young bodies had managed to accumulate, so we all looked fairly angelic, except for the 6 and 7 inch hardons we sported. Quickly we headed back to the guest room James and I shared. I hadn't forgotten my promise to Nick, although that would leave James and I without clean undies. "Nick, why don't you try these?" I asked, handing him the tight blue camisole and the size 5 bright white highwaisted panties that featured a fine lace waistband about an inch wide. "Hey these look great, I'll wait to put'em on though, I don't think my mom and sister know I am joining in", he replied folding them tightly, and then started to head off to the bedroom he was sharing with his sister. "And Nick, can you send over your sister for a second? I have to ask her something," I asked. "Sure, no problem," he answered as he walked away. James and I donned shorts and t-shirts for a moment and waited for our dance colleague. Soon enough she knocked at the door and we asked her in. She looked great, refreshed and casual in a light green robe that reached mid-thigh. "Eliza," I asked, "we'd like to conform to your ma's instructions but we're out of clean things. Do you have any ideas? Oh, and also do you have a scent? I forgot my cologne." "Sure, I'll be back in a moment," she replied with a glint in her eyes. She came back with a bag, emptying out a small trove of colorful lingerie and panties. However, she picked up two garments, and pressing them into my hand, said, "You two only get to paw through this bagful if one of you agrees to wear these tonight. And here's some No. 19 – I don't need to tell you it's precious to me." Whatever, it all sounds good – no, make that great – I thought. "OK, I gotta go help Mom with dinner now. And also, please don't get too crazy with my stuff because we don't have a washing machine here and I don't want to run out," she added. Upon her retreat we inspected the gifts she had handed me. The top was a sort of pale pink sleeveless translucent cover for the upper body, almost like a short vest, that concealed nothing without the aid of bra, with which I figured it was supposed to be paired. It had a ribbon tie for the front that fastened at nipple level, and was hemmed about three inches above my navel with a feathery boa. The size 5 bottom was also pale pink, and consisted of a delicate two inch lace waistband joined to panels front and back that formed triangles that reached the waistband about halfway between navel and hipbone. The lace formed a kind of belt that left most of the abdomen exposed, yet the piece seemed so much classier than a thong. This garment appeared to serve no practical purpose other than giving men hardons. "Holy shit", I muttered and James remarked under his breath, "I don't think I have EVER seen such sexy panties." We flipped for them, and I must say I was glad to have won. We put aside my pleasure for a very short moment and looked to see what James could do. He settled on a pale yellow hipster with a narrower lace waistband and ruffles in the back. As it became clear when he pulled them up his newly smooth legs, it was shaped high enough to contain a hard cock – a key requirement these days. He decided to top that with a lacy pale green babydoll that reached midthigh, and looked sensational. I quickly stripped off my shirt and shorts and began to pull Eliza's ensemble together over my trembling frame. I first put on the top, marveling at the way the boa kissed my sensitive abdomenal nerves as it swished back and forth. Then I stepped into and pulled up the panties, and couldn't believe how right they fit and felt. The waistband gently gripped me just at the top of my hipbones, leaving most of my pelvis naked. The belt it formed topped out about an two inches under my navel, giving my penis plenty of room to stand straight up underneath. As in front, half my glutes were exposed due to the steep angle at which the panels rose to join the waistband. Because that summer I had been working hard, eating inadequately and had no fat, when I sat down on the bed, shallow depressions formed with each breath between the hard cord of my stomach muscles and the hipbones on either side. The waistband in turn lost and regained contact with my abs, the lace tickling my skin anew. I stood and stared at myself in the tall mirror hanging on the door, and carefully adjusted the waistband to ensure I would make the right impression. Actually, I think I was just moving it around so that the front panel would caress my rockhard penis, which through the sheer pink I could see was pointed straight up toward my navel. In any case, after quite a bit of manipulation I got it just right, with a lacy belt fitting over my almost naked hipbones, fronted by a very pleasing if not alarming bulge. Lastly I gave my navel a spray of Eliza's eau de toilette, and again my stomach twitched with its soft liquid caress. I really didn't know how I was going to make it through the evening without making a total mess of things, but I guess that was the point. "Dinner's ready, guys," we heard Eliza call out. According to a plan we'd cooked up earlier we wanted to enter the dining area one by one. First I opened the guestroom door, the air hissing in my ears as my heart pounded away. I pranced into the dining room, the feathery boa hem of my pink top tickling my ribs, to Francesca's open-mouthed stare and Eliza's crooked grin and asked if my dress was appropriate for the occasion. "Given that I will be taking some photos this evening you're dressed just right, and I love the fact you shaved your legs," Francesca replied. I too was glad that I had, as I looked down I saw my legs looking longer and more graceful than ever before, the view obscured only my cock's insistent erection contained only by the barest of thread. She then rose from her chair, walked over and gave me a gentle hug. Her white sundress was opaque, but there was no way I could miss the feel of her generous boobs and shapely midsection. She also ran her hands softly over my waistband, hipbones and glutes. As she pressed her tits against me she softly whispered, "Keep in mind that good things come to those who wait", whatever that meant. From about ten feet away she then took the first of many pics, with me posed with my left foot on a dining room chair and my left thumb hooked through the waistband. How slutty I felt. Next it was James' turn. He looked breathtaking in the babydoll, and as he walked in front of the lowering sun we saw his lovely erection outlined clearly underneath it in the yellow highcut. He too got a nice hug for his effort, this from Eliza. Lastly, Nick entered the room, surprising both his mother and sister with his feminine choices and for the time I felt perhaps not entirely sure of their control over events. He looked magnificent, with the bright white of the panties containing his hardon and vying with the sheer blue camisole and the erect nipples underlying it for our attention. Like me, there was a pleasing gap between the hem of his top and the lacy waistband of the panties. I wondered if he too felt involuntary twitches in that free zone. Finally Eliza purred, "Nick, you look really hot." We sat down for a quick Mediterranean dinner – Greek salad and some falafel, washed down with a white wine. As we reminisced over the day we had enjoyed, all of us gazed at the others, long and lingering with no trace of self-consciousness. The sexual heat in that room was explosive. We all took a break to brush our teeth and returned for dessert, a bowl of fruit. Francesca then turned to us and asked, "Now, James and Dave, I'd like to take some photos of you in poses – some with Eliza, some by yourselves, maybe with Nick if he cares to join – that recall what you were doing this spring in dance. I'll put these in a special album that no one but my family would ever see. What do you think?" We readily assented, both due to the trust we had in her and in curiosity as to what she had in mind. In the living room we cleared some of the furniture to the side, and placed a 9' x 6' black mat in the middle. We then quickly got to work, recreating a number of positions that reflected our dance experience that spring. These ranged from the static, such as lying down on the mat in a stretch, to the dynamic, as when two partners relied on each other to make the edifice their bodies created to remain standing. In one pose, James and I leaned into one another, in contact from our chests upward, our faces looking in opposite directions. She then had us walk our feet by inches toward each other so that soon our stomachs and then our pelvises met, our cocks straight up next to each other. James couldn't resist moving his laterally over mine, which caused me to shudder in delight. Francesca then instructed us to relax and melt into one another for over a minute, during which she took a couple more arty shots. She had me lift my legs and place them around James' waist, my balls pressing against his navel while his penis threatened my crack. When Eliza joined, she removed her green robe to reveal a light blue thong and teddy combo that showed her assets, particularly her quarter sized nipples, which swayed back and forth gently with her every move. In one great pic, James lay prone and she straddled his stomach looking into his face, her ass poked by his hardon. In another, I stood and held her by the waist, with her right leg between mine laying horizontally, her left entwined about my right, our pelvises meeting in the middle. She ran her hands over my pink top, enjoying making little circles around my nipples. As the wine flowed and evening marched into night things got even more heated. Our poses became more frankly sexual in nature, and were often accompanied with a bit of inescapable grinding as a result of our lust. "Francesca, don't you think you should recreate that great picture of Eliza and Nick?" I gently teased, pointing to the one on the wall in which they embraced and stared at the camera. "Sure, why not?" she replied and Eliza took Nick in hand and had him sit on the floor in his bright white panties and blue camisole. She sat on his right thigh, with her left leg curling around his butt and her right sticking out straight toward the camera, toes pointed. Her thong smashed right up against her brother's right hipbone, and his cock was sticking straight up toward the lace waistband of his panties. He held around her back with his right arm, and her left boob was in contact with his right jaw as he leaned his face in gently to make continuous contact from hip to head. She too angled her head toward the camera with a slightly hungry look. It was a striking image Francesca captured, and he then carefully placed his left hand on her right breast. After a moment she slowly ran her right hand from his left nipple down over his pantied cock and gently moved it back and forth a few times. His breathing became ragged, and he shuddered but somehow avoided cumming. The air seemed to crackle with tension, but I noted that Francesca simply snapped away with no apparent regard for the taboos that seemed almost certain to break that night. Next James and Nick paired up for series of photos. I was confident this would end well, as James, based on my experience receiving an amazing back- and panty-rub last night, could be a formidable temptress, particularly when dressed. I took a spot slightly behind Francesca, as I wanted to see what she shot but didn't want to distract her. Nevermind, I gently massaged her shoulders and back as she proceeded, and she didn't seem to care. Francesca instructed James to make the same arch he'd shown earlier on the beach, and Nick to place his feet near James' hands and create an arch of his own, lying down on top of and facing James. His arms lay on top of James' shaven legs and his hands reached his knees. Nick's pantied cock pressed against James' abdomen and he turned his head toward the camera, leaning his cheeks on James' thighs while James' package basically teased Nick's neck. Eliza soon reached in and, taking Nick's hands in her own, hooked her thumbs into the waistband of James' panties and drew them down his legs while Nick's hands trailed, tracing the same lines. I could tell James was tiring of supporting both their weights and so did Nick, so with Eliza's help they gently eased James to the floor. Nick's knees lay next to James' ears with his abdomen poised above, and Nick supported himself with his hands placed flat onto the mat next to James' glutes. James' hardon, freed of its confines and barely covered by the pale green babydoll, jutted toward his navel below Nick's face. The sexual tension created by this pose caused me to tenderly caress Francesca's left breast from behind, and she pointed her ass straight back at my pantied cock in return. It was an unbelievable feeling, with my cock sliding slowly up and down her crack. Next I watched Eliza silently creep up to Nick, kneel and whisper, "you know you want to" as she placed her hand on her brother's neck and lightly pushed his head toward James' waiting cock. She deftly lifted the hem of the babydoll out of the way so that Nick had a clear shot at James' pulsing hardon. He lowered his mouth on it, taking it in ever so slowly and then lifting himself back up after a languorous suck. He repeated this same motion several times, and James writhed with pleasure beneath. A couple of times he lifted his pelvis off the mat, keeping his cock deep in Nick's mouth. James was busy too, running one hand into the back of Nick's panties along his crack and savoring with the other the feel of his panty-encased hardon. Just like Eliza, he moved Nick's cock from left to right in the panties, taking time also occasionally to lightly caress Nick's midsection just below the hem of the camisole. Meanwhile Francesca kept snapping away, with me now gently strumming her breasts. She continued to thrust her ass into my pink panties and the hardon they barely concealed, and I was getting increasingly turned on. Then James took Nick's engorged cock out of the side of the panties and guided it toward his mouth, which he lifted to meet it. The two of them slowly rolled into a side by side position, freeing Nick to run his "uphill" hand along James' babydoll. Meanwhile James took a good four inches of his partner into his mouth and kept up a similar rhythm, using his own free hand to explore the lacy waistband and smooth white panels of Nick's underwear. My dick was straining against the elastic nylon of my panties at this sight, which I knew couldn't last. Sure enough I noted that both were experiencing involuntary contractions of their abdomens – the end must be near. Yet each neither hurried nor slowed down, just languidly kept burying the other's cock in his mouth and just as slowly releasing it. Soon though Nick bucked and unleashed a huge load of cum into James' mouth, which filled up and leaked down his cheek. With that, his abdomen heaving, he too blasted Nick's face with several shots of his butter, some of which Nick caught in his mouth but most of which landed on his face, his camisole and James' babydoll. The two of them uncoiled and met on the mat face to face, sharing a cum-filled kiss that Francesca caught on film. While the daughter stood off to the side, drinking in the sight, her mother never lost her composure, just slowed down with the pictures, while also letting me softly thrust my pelvis against her ass. "I think we all need a drink now," Francesca announced, and added," but I don't think we're finished just yet though." To be cont'd Revealed in Dance Class Ch. 05 After James' and Nick's astounding 69, we were all in need of a break from the "photo shoot". Both the guys seemed wobbly on their feet and glassy eyed; Eliza and her mother seemed a little shaken too. Eliza mixed a pitcher of vodka tonics with lemon slices, while we made small talk about the wonderful day we had enjoyed and what we'd do the next. The sexual tension in the cottage was unabated, however, as we were still dressed in sexy lingerie and more than half of us hadn't gotten off yet. It was almost a relief when Francesca reached for her camera and said, "I think it's not too late for a last series of photos. While I may give you suggestions, please try to be as natural as possible so these don't look posed." Umm, OK, I will try to be natural. First she had Eliza, who was wearing a beautiful and diaphanous blue teddy and thong combo, stretch out lazily on the mat we had placed in the middle of the room. The lithe raven haired 20 year old slowly moved from pose to pose, looking just as relaxed as her mother intended her. I am sure the healthy-sized vodka tonic she drank from helped her unwind, although mine had no similar effect on me. I was still ensconced in the short pale pink vest with the boa hem tickling my ribs, and really sexy matching panties that consisted of a delicate two inch belt of lace that teased my hipbones with each breath and panels of microfabric that rose steeply from my crotch to the waistband, joining it about halfway between navel and hipbone. I, and I think those with me, really enjoyed the high cut of this amazing garment, which topped out about two inches below my navel. By affording generous views of my newly shaven pelvis, it joined these and my smooth legs into a seamless whole any choreographer would prize. I couldn't stop looking at myself, enjoying the way my breathing moved my taut muscles, the waistband and even the front panel of the panties. I felt like I had been rockhard for hours and I could see the details of my circumcised erection, at times twitching with an involuntary pulse, through the sheer fabric. At others I deliberately flexed my penis, delighting in the look and feel as it stood even straighter up to the waistband of the panties. It took a lot of willpower not to touch it, but I was afraid I would quickly come if I did. James and Nick were sitting together on the couch, legs entwined, gently rubbing each other in the pelvic and abdominal areas while they watched the photoshoot unfold. It was evident they were making a swift recovery from their previous exertions, as James' hardon waved around underneath his pale green babydoll, and Nick's poked strongly toward the lacy waistband of his white panties. They appeared to be getting plenty worked up, and then Nick pointed his finger to James' doorway down the hall. James nodded his assent, and they silently padded off, carelessly leaving the door about a foot ajar. No one else said a word. "Dave, would you like to join Eliza on the mat, please? I'd like you to show me a couple of static poses that recall your partnering in dance," asked Francesca. We showed her a few and also individually, some of the stretching exercises we had learned that spring. "I think these will look better if you shuck that top, Dave," she instructed. I willingly complied, as I was eager to show off my upper body and to get more naked in any case. I repeated the arch I had shown her that afternoon on the beach, my cockhead teasing the waistband of the panties at its apex. Eliza placed one hand flat on my stomach and the other facing up on the small of my back. "Now please lie flat on the floor, and Eliza, please sit on his thighs, put your hands on the floor and look him in the eyes." Francesca said. This would be interesting I thought, and so it proved. Her breasts, half exposed, heaved with each breath and were glistening from a very fine layer of sweat. She sat up at one point and lightly rotated the belted waistband of my panties back and forth a few inches. This provided instant and powerful stimulation, and my cock leapt inside its sheer covering. When she left off I noticed my erection was so hard it was no longer in contact with my pelvis. Then she reached around behind her with one hand and fiddled with something and I heard a soft snap. Eliza slowly writhed up and down on my thighs, each time coming closer to my balls. She pulled at the front of the teddy and I noticed the crotch was now unsnapped. The only defenses left were her matching thong and my panties. Ignoring her mother, Eliza then scooched up and planted her thong right on top of my panties. My penis felt the heat of her vagina and we both sighed. She collapsed on top of me, crushing her breasts into my chest. After a minute we rolled to a side by side position, our legs entwined. I slowly worked one shoulder free of her teddy, leaving exposed a breast and a beautiful taut quarter sized nipple. I then kissed it with passion, enjoying the slightly salty sweat that had formed on her skin. She in turn softly stroked the front of my panties, which drove me further around the bend. Still we heard the snapping of the camera's shutter. Eliza began to work her way down my body, so that my mouth no longer had access to her tit. She kissed my nipples and ran her hands over my thighs and the areas below the waistband. After thorough study, she carefully rotated the waistband of the panties and then withdrew my engorged cock from underneath. She brought it to her lips and then ever so gradually took it in. Her bare breast was trailing along my stomach, providing additional stimulation. After about four inches of penetration and what seemed an entire minute, she no less slowly withdrew. Meanwhile her hands played about underneath my waistband. She repeated this cycle four times and I knew I couldn't last a fifth. I could feel my abdomen, first shaking and then going through a contraction, a sure sign the end was near. Sensing the same, she withdrew her mouth and starting stroking my cock. My entire body convulsed as I entered into orgasm. She was still composed enough to aim my cock directly at my face, which absorbed most of the blow. The first shot of sticky cum struck my forehead, nose and cheek. The second and third hit me directly on the lips, and the remainder greased my chest and stomach. As I began to empty she again placed my cock in her mouth, ensuring that none escaped and leaked onto her clothes. She ran her left hand all over my face, lips and chest, smearing me with my hot cum. I tasted myself willingly and the feeling of doing so turned me on even more. When I was finished Eliza tucked me back in the panties and gave me a kiss. I moved to return the favor by rotating my head toward her pelvis and she did not resist. I pulled the blue teddy up above her groomed vagina, and taking a lesson from her, rotated the thong so as to improve access. I pulled it aside and I lapped it as deliberately as I could. Then I placed my knees on either side of her head and closely embraced her abdomen and pelvis, giving her a very deep kiss along the way. I ran my fingers along the crack of her ass and she writhed in response. Meanwhile she lightly rubbed the front of the panties now staring her in the face, which to my surprise and pleasure began to fill out with a fresh erection. She convulsed deeply and squeezed my head with her thighs. It was done. I looked up at Francesca sitting on the couch, the front of whose sundress had a large wet spot in front of her panties. She had evidently been rubbing herself instead of taking pictures but that was perhaps just as well. "Dave, after you came I stopped taking photos...I couldn't take it anymore," she said. "But I have a lovely one of you with your own sperm all over your face, biting Eliza's finger. I'll make sure you get a copy of that one," she said with a twinkle in her eye. I didn't even care about any embarrassment, actually I was turned on to have her recount these sexy details. After a tug at her vodka tonic, Eliza then surprised me by lying flat and pulling me on top of her. She once again withdrew my penis from the panties and rubbed it along her soaked thong. Pulling it aside she slipped me inside her, and I was buried to the hilt almost immediately, so wet was she. I couldn't believe how hard I was so shortly after my own shattering orgasm, but decided to go with it and built up my excitement with some heavy missionary plunging. I took her other shoulder out of the teddy so I had access to both beautiful breasts, and planted my own nipples upon hers. She then reverted to top position and rode me to a crushing orgasm in just a few minutes. I could feel her flood my cock with more wetness as she clamped down on it hard and still, and I too came hard inside her. Shortly after that Eliza and I hugged her mother goodnight, and retired to the room with two single beds that she had been sharing with Nick. Just before falling asleep I wondered to myself what the next day would bring. To be cont'd Revealed in Dance Class Ch. 06 The next morning I awoke alone in unfamiliar circumstances -- a double bed in a small room that was obviously a girl's. My pulse quickened as I noted its feminine touches, including a colorful green teddy draped over a chair. Wouldn't it be wonderful to try that on, I wondered. It all came back to me as the fog in my mind cleared -- the photoshoot in lingerie led by Eliza's mom, then witnessing my friend engage in some hot gay sex, and me finally shagging Eliza, a 5'8" slender stunner with outsize boobs, silly while wearing her beautiful pink panties right in front of her mom. The recollections had a predictable effect on my cock, which I could feel thicken while caressed by yes those same panties. I pushed down the duvet and gently ran my hand over the pleasing bulge my hardon created, and ran my left hand along the waistband. Careful not to get to an irredeemably aroused state, I gently pushed my dick from side to side, its head pushing up against the lace waistband. Soon I had achieved a full erection, and decided to let it wilt in favor of the surprises the day was sure to bring. Yet I couldn't stop gazing at the green teddy, and zombie like I soon arose from the bed and fingered the soft satin. With all self control gone I lifted it over my head and let it fall. I retreated to the bed slowly, enjoying the way the fabric caressed my torso. No sooner had I lain down again than Eliza stalked into the room, wearing a broad smile and a white t-shirt that contrasted nicely with her jet black hair and barely concealed a red bikini panty. She immediately focused on my satin clad form and, with a smirk, held out a much needed glass of ice water, from which I greedily drank. "Mom's gone into town for the day, so it will just be me, my brother, you and James here for now," she informed me as we drank in the sight of each other. The t-shirt was just transparent enough to make out the size and shape of her nipples, a pleasing one inch in diameter with prominent points that did nothing to calm me down. I stood up and gave her a lingering kiss on the check while pressing my near naked body, covered only in the teddy and panties against her, holding her around the back with one hand. The other I ran along the side of her breast, and asked, "would you like to wait awhile before we have breakfast?" to which she only nodded assent. My cock stirred as well, and I could feel her heat and mine as we clasped. While teasing me by running her hands around the shoulder straps of the teddy I wore, she ground herself into me at a deliberate and sexy pace. Soon we laid down on the bed, with me on top, and began gently caressing each other while kissing passionately. I raised the t-shirt to her neck to gain access to her breasts, each of which stoodly proudly pale in contrast to her tan. These I worked first with circular strokes of my hands then followed with my lips, which I placed on each nipple in turn with a languorous suck. Meanwhile she reached down and ran her hand along my hardon in the panties -- a sensational feeling. Then as I placed my nipples on hers and resuming our deep kiss, Eliza reached around to my glutes and ran her hands underneath the panties, grazing the tips of her fingers along my crack. She gently pulled me close so that our panties met, my hardon riding her boiling slit. Next she looked at me slyly and pulled upward at the rear waistband so that my panties were fed into my crack and tightened against my balls. I couldn't believe how good this all felt from head to toe -- riding her tits with my chest, my torso caressed by the teddy, my dick rubbing against her moistened pussy, her hands alternately playing with the waistband and exploring my crack, our legs intertwined. Then she lifted the teddy's shoulder straps off my arms so that it dropped down and was draped around my torso. As she looked into my eyes with her own deep blues while we kissed, I saw her reach out her right hand to snatch a small bottle of baby oil strategically left on the nightstand. With a familiar pop she opened it, and poured a small amount into her fingers. Capping the bottle, she then deepened her exploration of my crack, running her fingers over my virgin bud. She even spread some on her own nipples, an incredibly erotic sight. I also rubbed my hands slowly across her hardening breasts, a wonderful sensation. All the while we were softly grinding our panty-encased pelvises together, both of us visibly and audibly reaching higher states of arousal. "You like?" she purred as she teased my bud with her oily middle finder. I could only manage a whimpered "please" in response as I arched my back and pushed back, which also resulted in the head of my cock teasing her clit through the satin. She responded by entering me with her finger, her hand cupping my upper glute. The sensation was electric, I could feel my cock harden even more, separating from my body despite the tension of the panties that tried to restrain it. I wanted to kiss her breasts, but this would mean Eliza would no longer have access to my ass, which I certainly couldn't give up at that point. So we writhed together for a minute or two, her finger fucking my ass and my cock pointed at her waiting pussy. The feeling of my torso encased in the teddy provided additional stimulus. As I was on top, Eliza was in control as my hands were good only for supporting myself and giving her breasts a slow rub. She didn't have to be a clever mindreader to figure out the next best step for both of us. Abandoning my ass for the moment, she reached down with her right hand and extracted my quivering hardon from the side of the panties, which meant my hips were still caressed by their lacey waistband. Then she moved her own panties aside so that my cock rubbed her slippery cunt. "Fuck me, please....now," she sighed. I employed some modest patience and entered her slowly with deliberate and long strokes. After some time, she finally plunged her finger back in my ass and pushed down, ensuring my deepest penetration. After taking pleasure in feeling total connection from the head of my cock through to my pelvis, I lifted myself from her chest, and once again began teasing her breasts and nipples with my lips. We began to sweat with these exertions, and the tiny beads that formed on her tits as a result gave her a salty taste I craved. "Please, suck on my tits...lick them," she whimpered as I complied hungrily. She placed her joined hands around my neck and pulled my face down to them, her obvious need making more stimulating these deep kisses. As my body coiled, the teddy rustled around my waist, the loose belt of satin tickling me erotically. I timed my licks to match the strokes of my penetration, and alternated soft slow flicks of my tongue with determined sucks each a minute or so in duration. I noticed her uncapping the baby oil and wetting the unattended tit with her hand, then placing my hand beneath hers on the breast as we languidly fucked. I maintained enough control to make deep strokes, leaving her entirely before entering her again, and again. Each time I plunged in she felt as hot as an oven on my engorged cock. "I love this feeling, it's so hot, I've never been so hot. Keep kissing my tits," she demanded. "Please take off the teddy, Dave", she commanded. I did so, mildly regretting the absence of its caress but taking pleasure in direct contact. "Eliza, honey, I am getting close," I whispered. She responded by taking my head and directing it to her oily breast. I flicked this in turn, enjoying the wet sheen of oil and sweat that now covered each breast. Her own breathing quickened noticeably and her vagina clamped down on my cock in a furious orgasm. Next she put her legs together and I placed mine outside hers. While that tightened her pussy even more, it also gave me freedom of movement I heretofore lacked, and her hands improved access to my spread cheeks. "Dave, please, shoot on my tits, please, do it, please give me your cum, give it to me" she pleaded with her eyes looking straight into mine. Now I understood why she put her legs together - in this way it would be easy to comply with her unusual demand. Soon I sensed I could resist no longer. I could feel my balls retract and a tingling begin in my feet, signaling the end was near. I pulled out and lifted my pelvis over her stomach, and she rubbed my dick along the bottom of her tits. This sent me over the edge, and I soon let loose. My first rope striped her from ribcage along her right breast to her collarbone, and the next followed. These lines of cum glistened along with sweat and oil in an impressive display. My third and fourth, though less impressive, still made a mess of her left breast, and a bullseye on her nipple. I still felt my dick pulsing when she again clamped her hands around neck, and slowly forced my head down to her right breast. "Lick it up, lover, eat it, show me how much you love my tits," she begged. My mind locked in erotic madness, I needed no persuasion, and eagerly licked her tit slathered in sweat, oil and my own cum. Back and forth I ran my tongue up and down those two cumshots, before settling on her nipple once again. The dirtiness of it and the earthy taste re-energized me so I spread her legs and plunged my cock back into her steaming pussy. Then she moved my head over and I teased her left breast, lapping up the cum that lay on her nipple. With that she writhed again and clamped down on my wilting cock in another frenzied orgasm. We collapsed together in postcoital repose. "Dave, did you like that as much I did, and as much I as think you did?" she asked. Turning a bit red, I replied, "Probably more than you think." "Could you be my cum slave?" she teased. I only dumbly nodded my head, not really thinking through the implications. I couldn't wait to see what the day would bring. To be cont'd