The show girl pair walked onto the darkened stage from either wing, scanning narrow LED flashlight beams about the stage until they found each other's approach. Standing together center stage, they searched the auditorium and settled their combined beams on Jerry. The stage lights increased enough that Jerry saw his fantasy pair dressed in matching black sleeveless cocktail dresses and heels. In sync, they pointed at him, two manicured index fingers coiling into a come-hither motion.
Jerry smiled and put down his beer. Standing, he willingly complied with their joint summons. They stood him between them and Augustina pressed her back to his chest while Marita pressed her chest to his back. Jerry was the masculine lunchmeat sandwiched between two slices of tempting femininity.
Augustina held her hair up to reveal the dress zipper and Jerry understood her invitation to zip it down. As he did, Marita's slid her hands around his hips from behind and rubbed boldly on his pants crotch. Jerry slid his hands over Augustina's exposed lower back, pushing aside the panels he had loosened. She shimmied her shoulders and let the dress fall to the floor, exposing her fire engine red lacey pushup bra and strappy thong panties.
Feeling Jerry's hands cupping her ass, she reached back and brought them up to the bra clasp, bidding him to help her doff the inhibiting funbag covers. When the back straps flew apart, she shrugged the lace off her shoulders and down her arms. It joined the dress on the floor. Taking up his hands again, she moved them to her tits and held them there, guiding his fingers to roll her nipples and fluff her bare breasts. She leaned her head back, laying her hair swathed head on his shoulder, and twisted her face up for a kiss.
Meanwhile, Marita has upped her interest on Jerry's groin, unbuckling his belt and lowering the fly. She burrowed inside to seek out his man-meat. Finding his clothes too restricting for adequate play, she gripped the belt loops at the sides of his pants and, kneeling to gain leverage, pulled his jeans and boxers down and off his feet. Augustina turned in his arms and, while Jerry's hands cupped her ass again, she plucked open his flannel shirt buttons, peeling off his shirt to expose his whole body. Her hands smoothed across his toned chest and, then with a firm touch on his shoulders, rotated him away to face Marita.
Offered the second lady's back, Jerry repeated the dress and lingerie removal process with the identically garbed Marita. The trio was mostly naked and the stripper actresses didn't let their man wait and wonder, seating him on a stage prop wooden stool.
The blondes stood to his front, in profile, and with tits pressed to tits, shared a drawn out sisterly hug and kiss. Augustina stepped back and bent her knees, slowly squatting to her heels. Her hands drew Marita's red thong over her ass and slid it down her legs, helping her prance it off her ankles. She buried her face between Marita's upper thighs and her tongue swiped the nether lips from bottom to top before suckling her clitoris. Marita moaned and snuck a quick glance at Jerry who had his growing cock in hand, slowly stroking himself to rigidity. She closed her eyes and smothered Augustina's face tighter to her groin, tilting her head back and growling a hum of pleasure at her love-mate's expert cunnilingus.
But this was Jerry's show and the girls wanted him fully involved in the lusty action. Augustina left off her pleasure offerings and rose to stand. Bending forward, she pushed down her own panties and, when they snagged on the heel straps, she struggled them off her feet. Her full boobs loosely rocked about as she pranced. The naked girls then turned their full attention to Jerry.
Augustina fell to her hands and knees and crawled to between Jerry's thighs. She cat-lapped at his erection, using only her lips and tongue to touch his prick. Marita knelt behind Augustina; it was her turn to give the same oral stimulation that she had just gotten from her fantasy co-performer. She pressed into the groin crevasse and sucked hard at Augustina's labia.
Jerry leaned his head back and concentrated his mind on the blonde fellating his cock. Augustina's mouth devoured his manhood and, while by no means a world class expert, he knew she was better than any he had had before. She mixed lapping with sucking and it wasn't long before her efforts produced results. He cried out and spewed the first of tonight's ejaculations into her warm wet receptacle. She swallowed and kept sucking, seeking the lurking dregs of spunk. Then, mission accomplished, Augustina let go as Marita's suckling brought on her ecstatic cry, muffled by the softening man meat plugging her mouth.
When the temporarily assuaged trio recovered their senses, they gathered the stage props and wandered to the theatre's dressing room, equipped as it was with loaded clothes racks, cosmetology stations and, most importantly, several overstuffed Victorian couches.
Jerry enjoyed the remaining night, at times laying on the couch cushions or at other times standing, assisting his sensual partners in trying on and sensually stripping out of various fetish and glamour costumes. Whenever he built up enough verve and fever, the lusty ladies took turns sucking and fucking him until, by morning, he had expended the full measure of his earmarked fantasy request patronage.
** Marita **
Marita scanned the cockpit instruments on the Gulfstream aircraft. They had leveled off at 26,000 feet, five miles above the Pacific Ocean, almost two hours into the twelve hour flight from New Zealand to Chile. The engines purred, rushing the plane forward to their destination. The sky out the windshield was clear, a few puffy clouds far to the north, off the port quarter. It was shaping up to be a safe and smooth, albeit boring, crossing.
Her primary passengers, Sheldon and Augustina, were heading for the Atacama Desert for field tests of the covertly attained precision mining tools. And then a brief side trip to Santiago to deposit the other passenger onboard.
Tucker was a consulting tax accountant to a TWA Pledge Contributor. The grateful mover and shaker had booked a three-campus Fantasy Request Tour for his best money maker, or rather money saver, as Tucker had whittled the business tycoon's annual tax bill to zero through various tax haven incorporations and stock market schemes. Now the financial guru was being generously rewarded with a variety of cock-worshipping amusements. After a New Zealand weekend of teacher-disciplines-the-schoolgirl-fantasies, correcting the attitudes of a half dozen 'naughty' TWA senior co-eds, the somewhat dazed and bedazzled executive was onboard. He was shuttling to his second scheduled campus in Santiago, Chile for a Flamenco dance school fuck-a-rama. A third school for ballerinas awaited him stateside.
After takeoff and accent to cruising altitude, Marita and her male copilot had monitored the main cabin on the closed circuit feed for a few hours, hearing the giggles and watching the TWA coed stewardess-in-training attend to her extra guest's comfort. Augustina and Sheldon had viewed the sexy spectacle from across the aisle but held back their own involvement, preferring to strategize on the upcoming technical mission.
Other than her onstage stint with Augustina and Jerry, Marita had been flying shuttles almost non-stop for a week, her dedication cutting in to her human need for intimate social interaction. She had complained after the stage production fantasy affair, calling Augustina a cock-hog. She had only gotten one doze of Jerry's genital elixir while Augustina snatched four. She was feeling the growing strain of partial abstinence and needed a little 'me time' without it actually being 'only me time'. She put the aircraft on autopilot and turned flight control over to her young male copilot.
She left her command seat and entered the main cabin, seeing that things had settled down a bit. Sheldon and Augustina are seated on the portside, chatting amicably about engineering or nothing or whatever. She spied the accountant at the starboard rear of the compartment, his head lolled back in his seat, his buttoned down dress shirt completely unbuttoned and his pants around his knees. His semi-tumescent was cock exposed, smeared with saliva and lipstick.
Marita greeted the coed stewardess trainee, who was fixing rejuvenating drinks and snacks in the forward bulkhead galley. Her stewardess hat was askew and her blouse unbuttoned, a pointy nipple peeking out. Marita declined her offer of food or drink and was inquisitive about the man in back. The coed was open and honest in response, fairly gushing over the man's virility. Marita swiped a finger on the coed's chin, wiping up a bit of cum that had escaped being captured and consumed. She held her finger up to show the trainee her omission. Marita one-nodded and winked, that look of a seasoned professional kindly divulging an experienced tip to a neophyte.
"Keep him inside and suck hard after he stops cumming; there's usually a last little bit hiding in the tube. Sometimes that dribbles out on your chin when he softens and pulls back. Don't waste any, okay?"
