The costume party started earlier than other entertainment at Iznoma Hedonia, in the late afternoon and evening, so that the guests could see all the detail of the artistry in the sunlight before the sun set, the paint got smeared and the costumes got torn in the throes of passion. Guests mingled, holding drinks and tasting the local seafood delicacy, conch etouffe, catered by the resort restaurant, La Diva. The men gorged on oysters in preparation for the night ahead and the straight or bi women nibbled suggestive, circumcised-looking wieners on bamboo sticks. The lesbians seemed to enjoy the artichokes.
It all looked like a living art gallery colliding with a menagerie at a pool party in outer space. A surprising number of guests, surprising at least to Janine, were wearing actual costumes, although they were skimpy and had to be cool for the tropical climate of Iznoma Hedonia. The most popular costume had many variations: a fur-trimmed cape with a pink lining and a pink-colored cap on the head of the guest. All the wearer had to do is lift the cape and she became her own pussy, with her head for a clit. One woman had her belly button painted to look like a peehole and the inside of her thighs painted light red, so that when she stood with her feet together the illusion of a vagina was complete. Another had a pink hood on her cape, which made a great clit hood. The penises showed every conceivable variation of costume, from a flesh-colored caftan (worn by a tall man wearing a flesh-colored motorcycle helmet) to a fantasy prick made of painted styrofoam that stood upright from a man's groin, supported with a leather strap around his waist. There were lots of pimp outfits, and many of the strippers wore their skimpy working clothes, which, since they were not transparent, made them the most fully dressed people at the party!
The body painting was even more spectacular and sexy. Some of the guests had finely drawn paintings on their backs and buttocks of tropical scenes or fantasy landscapes with moons hanging in the painted sky and rockets. One well-hung man had his shaved genitals painted to look like an elephant. Several of the women had pussy cats drawn on their pussies. There were lots of Greek statues, body and hair painted to look like white marble. One woman was painted to look like her face and body, including her crotch and ass, were splattered with white come. She even had a long whitish piece of dried glue tied by a thread to her nipple, so that it looked like come was dripping off her tit. It looked so real! Another woman had a very realistic picture painted on her back of a man humping her doggie style. In the front, there was a scene in superb perspective of a man, lying with his head forward, thrusting his big prick between her tits.
Many of the guests accessorized their painted skin with unusual loincloths or wrap-around skirts made of transparent muslin material. Many women were painted by the village artists to look like they were wearing low-cut tops with their breasts spilling out (when they were really just hanging there naturally). Some of these wore flouncy peasant dress costumes, which, however, could be seen through, especially when they stood in front of the sun. Other women were painted to look like mermaids, their breasts exaggerated by the painted shadows and either a transparent green tube skirt or a long green loincloth to make it look as if their legs were joined together. Green slippers completed the effect.
A tall, stocky man with a barrel chest and no neck was painted grey, wore a gray sarong, and had a cone-shaped hat on his head – he really did look like a swimming porpoise, and every time he moved his arms, which were painted blue except for a grey "fin" coming out of his shoulder, it looked like he was breaking the surface of the water. One woman was painted in an undersea design, each breast painted to look like jellyfish, with long tentacles painted across her abdomen. One woman came as a bunch of grapes, with her pendulous boobs and her round butt cheeks painted purple and purple balloons taped all over her brown-painted torso.
Janine spotted the resort nurse across the lawn. Janine's imaginative and stunning design had been painted on her abdomen by this fantastic, libidinous, bisexual, long-legged multitalented nurse, who had decorated her, treated her cunt itch, and brought her to three convulsive orgasms, all in two days. The nurse was still in her unique uniform – she looked like she always did, nude as usual with her hat on and white stockings up to her thighs. Then Janine noticed the difference – the stockings were painted on this time! There also seemed to be something a little different about the nurse's pussy and it took Janine a few minutes to realize that there was glitter in the nurse's pubic hair, catching the late afternoon sunlight. Janine marveled at the artistic talent the resort nurse had shown, both in the pictures in the clinic and in the fabulous painting on Janine's body. Between art, nursing, and creative promiscuity, this was a young woman of many talents.
Janine's own design was simply astonishing. An artistic triumph of body painting.
In vivid colors, with a precision that looked like they were in three dimensions, with highlights that glistened as if they were moist and perfectly natural, the nurse had painted an enlarged image of Janine's sexual organs, as they might appear inside her, on the skin of her abdomen! Like a living anatomy book, everything was in proportion and on display: an oversize rosy pink cunt – exactly Janine's real color – opened into a beautiful, pink vagina that extended all the way up to her belly button and met a red uterus, where tubes led to big pink ovaries on both sides, a few inches below her untouched breasts. Great care had been taken with highlights and proportion but the dimensions were of course exaggerated, so Janine's painted clit looked huge. Her whole real pussy was painted into the entrance of her newly painted vagina, which seemed to an inside view, a wet inviting channel beckoning to any penis in the vicinity. The painting was, in a word Janine had just heard someone use, awesome. She felt as if her own body had been blown up, turned inside out and put on display, for the admiration of everyone she met! It was more than a little creepy but it was without doubt an artistic masterpiece!
Janine avoided all the guests' efforts to photograph her with her spectacular design but the resort photographer had snapped her anyway. She pleaded with him to burn the negative but he smiled and said that he would just alter her face in the darkroom so she couldn't be blackmailed.
Janine spotted the first man who had sodomized her the previous afternoon and greeted him with a kiss. He was wearing a pirate costume with the crotch cut out of his pants and his penis painted like a cutlass. He complimented her on her exquisite body painting and groped her breasts, saying that he had not gotten enough of her the day before. She laughed and said that he had got her ass and that should have been enough for any man. She was still feeling a little sensitive back there after her triple penetration and she thought she'd stick to cunt-fucking for the rest of the trip. He did have a good suggestion, though. He told her that next time she should got an anatomical body painting she should have an image of her rectum drawn on her lower back, just like the image of her vagina in front. She told him she would think about it.
No matter where she went in this crowd of body artistry, Janine's anatomically correct, if larger than life, female reproductive tract stopped people in their tracks. Everyone wanted to touch Janine's uterus for good luck, even though it wasn't painted to be pregnant! For the first time since she grew boobs, when she was naked in public people looked and stared at something other than her tits! Her belly had never gotten so much attention! When it came to drawing stares, she was the hit of the party!
That is, until Deidre made her entrance!
Deidre stole the show, of course, as she always did. She strode confidently into the throng, as she did twice a month at these costume parties, blonde hair flowing over her shoulders, dressed in a masterpiece of body painting – a fully detailed, intricate and highly realistic dominatrix outfit painted onto her body as if she were wearing black leather. Her breasts were abundant and natural – they were very firm and did not move at all when she was young and they hung no more than a younger woman's now, but the slight sag of age must have made them even more enticing when they swayed from side to side as she walked and swung under her when men fucked her from behind. They looked as if they were separated by leather straps crossing over her chest but the firmness and lift were all natural. Her waist was painted to look like an extreme corset pulled very tight, with all the intricate lacing perfectly represented. Under the gorgeous, glistening paint it really was like a wasp's, not only tucked in but constricted all the way from her chest to her broad, womanly hips. And between those hips was an abdomen that, while no longer absolutely concave like it was in her 20's, was flatter than most women 20 years younger. Her exquisite long legs were painted with thigh-high black leather boots that looked completely realistic. And to complete the illusion and send a thrill through the crowd, a black mask was painted around her eyes and she carried a whip.
Deidre moved easily among the guests, who clamored to have their pictures taken with her as a souvenir of their fabulous time at Iznoma Hedonia. Many of them would then never develop these pictures when they got home because they could not take film down to the corner drugstore that showed them dressed like a penis and standing next to a dominatrix. Others would send the film away to be developed and then hide the prints. But the many guests in the sex industry would frame the photos and put them proudly on their desks.
Walking around next to Deidre was Marjorie, looking beautiful and strangely virginal in a white lace painted-on bridal outfit accessorized with a veil and head dress and a chiffon train, attached behind her to a loincloth belt. Her enticing swinging breasts were painted to look like lace ruffles on a demur wedding gown. From the tiara painted on her forehead to her perfectly-manicured toes, Marjorie was painted to look like she was wearing silk panties and stockings with garter belts under a transparent, flowing bridal gown – a masterpiece!
Marjorie nodded from time to time to the men she had fucked that day but tried not to get wrapped up in conversations with them because she had to circulate. She used the occasion as an opportunity to meet more men she was going to satisfy over the next two days. As the designated pity fuck girl, it was her job to look for men who weren't getting any and to give it to them. Now that it was mid-week, she had to create opportunities to meet and pair off later with guests who needed her services, without them realizing it. It was hard work but somebody had to do it. Maybe this week she could come to the rescue of a girl, too, but that was pretty rare by comparison.
Compared to most events at Iznoma Hedonia, the costume party was relatively chaste. The body-painted guests didn't want their art work to be smeared or rubbed off too early, so they resisted being groped early on. The guests in costume wanted to stay that way, at least for a while. Everyone wanted to show off but after nightfall, when it became a little harder to see the detail and inhibitions had been drowned by the flood of rum drinks Deidre had provided on the house, things changed and the pent-up libidos started to get released.
